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// Realization 
// Story: Brony in Ponyville 
// by TwilightTK 
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7:58


The Mane 6, Josh, Jake, and I make it to Sugar Cube Corner, ready for another party. When we walk in, I already hear the music from last night, 'Party Rock Anthem', but as I listen closer, the lyrics have changed, and even the title. I hear, for example, "Everypony have a good time," and "Put your hooves up to the sky, to the sky, to the sky...". This lead me to conclude that EVERYTHING had been converted into pony versions. We walk up to the food table together, where we meet two more colts, who Jake and Josh recognize immediately;

"Evan! Nabi!" They greet them simultaneously.

Evan, my friend from Elementary School, always had a liking of planes and the air, he even had a pilot's license at 16. This mostly described why he was a pegasus, and that his cutie mark was that of a tornado. He wore these aviator glasses on his head, strapped against his long, blonde hair. His fur color was a light yellow.

Adrian, who we called 'Nabi', had a similar color fur scheme to Jake, but more of a light orange, almost like Applejack's. Nabi always told us about how much he wanted to be a Marine Biologist, which was something of an oxymoron to his pony species, a pegasus. He said that he learned how to swam underwater. His cutie mark was a fish tank.

"Hey!" "Wassup!" The two yelled in unison.

Man, this was crazy, I was here, partying, with ten of my friends, four of which, including me, are from a world with humans, the other six being from all I thought was a show. Thinking that this was going to be it from now on, I took a drink, and talked to my friends. "So Josh, how's the engineering doing?" I ask, trying to get caught up.

"Well, it's going pretty good, why do you ask?" He responded.

"Oh, no reason, I was just... curious..." I said. How could I not be curious, within 24 hours I go from being a human to being a pony, yet I'm still partying. Heh.

"How 'bout you, Jake?" I switch my attention to Jake.

"Dude, we won the game last week, you were there!" He said, bumping my shoulder.

"Oh, uh, yeah, I was just trying to remember everything, I had a huge hangover today... and yesterday..." 'And in another world,' I thought.

Continuing these awkward conversations, I found out that Evan had been accepted to the Wonderbolts after seeing his amazing flying skills, and that Nabi was enjoying his marine biology, like always.

The five of us being together again at the same place in a party reminded me of the time when we tried becoming a band together. I was the lead singer, both Josh and Nabi on guitars, Jake on the keyboard, and Evan on drums, we were invited to lots of parties. We made a few songs, most of it was rap or hip-hop. We eventually gave up after we crashed our van with all our band stuff into a lake, because of a goddamn old man that cut me off, and to avoid hitting him, I had to veer off the bridge ten feet above water, which we crashed right through. We never did give up the dream, though. We swore that if we ever could afford to get our stuff back, and to get recognized again, that we would start our band again.

I arose from my thoughts, and noticed the eleven of us sitting at a huge booth and eating nachos, chips, pizza, and, what I knew but didn't care about anymore, spiked punch. I already noticed how bad I had to piss, so I excused myself from the table.

When I get to the bathroom, I see a colt, who looks about my age, sniffing, which I could only presume to be, cocaine. I say, "Dude, why are you doing crack?"

Drugs always had a bad effect in my life, which is why I hated them. My mother and father did crack, which is why my grandfather had adopted me, to save me from that kind of bad treatment. Being raised near Detroit, I witnessed it quite often. Thankfully, none of my friends ever did it, closest thing was when Jake started smoking, but that's it. If I ever came across someone doing it, I always tried to help.

"Huh?" He asked, his dark blue face covered in white powder. "I dunno, I'm depressed."

"Well this isn't gonna solve anything," I said, and grab his bag of coke and throw it in the trash can. "Here's some advice: When you feel depressed about something, just get right back at it, and never give up. When I'm sad, I stop being sad, and be awesome! True story." I finish.

The colt actually thought of what I said for a moment, and said, "Thanks."

"Yeah, no problem, just, deal with stuff, like, say, 'Hey, I just got transported to a world with humans, which I thought were just from a TV show!' Sure, deal with it, adjust, you'll be fine." I finish, and walk out of the rest room.

Only until I sit back down do I realize what I had just said. I just said to not only a complete stranger, but to myself, to deal with problems and scenarios. A huge scenario is being transported from a world to another world, and getting completely together. I just comprehended a crazy, far-off, scenario, easily. And helped another one do the same.