//------------------------------// // Oh my G... (Part 1) // Story: A New Life // by Roman //------------------------------// Oh my G... (Part 1) I sat in the middle of Luna’s bedroom floor. While the said mare was brushing my mane. Although I am never really concerned about how my hair looked, I generally preferred it being all messy. But as Luna dried me off from my bath, my fringe kept falling over my eyes just like in the doughnut shop yesterday. When I used my forelegs to sweep it out of my eyes, I realised just how long it was! “OW!” I clutched my head after Luna hit a knot. The sound of Luna’s magic immediately stopped, and I heard what sounded like the hairbrush hitting the floor. “SORRY, sorry!” I felt one of Luna’s hooves gently stroke the back of my head. “Your mane is just so tangled.” I lowered my hooves, “It’s okay, and I’m used to tangles.” I heard the sound of Luna’s magic, and a moment later I felt her brushing my overly long purple hair. … “There.” Said Luna after she finally finished brushing my hair, “Now, for the finishing touch.” Oh! I have a bad feeling of what that ‘touch’ is. Looking over my shoulder, I shuddered as I saw what Luna had for ‘the finishing touch’. She was levitating a PINK RIBBON! I felt my eyes go wide, and I swear I felt my irises and pupils, shrink to pinpricks! Because I really hope she isn’t going to do what I think she’s going to do with it. “Moonlight. Mommy needs you to face forward, so she can do your mane.” She said sweetly, while using her hooves to carefully turn my head forwards. I then heard her the sound of magic, and felt my mane being gently pulled. “Oh, you’re going to look so adorable!” OH MY FREAKING GOD, SHE IS! SHE IS GOING TO! “NO-NO-NO-NO-NO-NOOOOOO!” I tried scrambling away from her, but Luna was still holding onto my hair. As a result, I found myself being painfully yanked back onto my rump! “MOONLIGHT!” Gasped Luna, “What’s wrong? Why di-” I cut her off as I whipped around, and threw myself onto my stomach, and brought my front hooves together in a like I was about pray. “Please, please, pleeaasse! Anything but THAT!” I wailed, tears starting to flow freely down my cheeks. Being somehow thrown into little girls TV show is bad, and completely insane. Having your age and gender suddenly changed at the same time would usually top the cake. Suddenly being claimed on the spot by one of the said cartoon characters, I cannot even begin to describe. But the worst part is having to be put in a baby carrier. It is so degrading! And to have a really girly-girl bow, to tie back my hair! No, just no! I don’t what to lose what little dignity I have left! ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. To say Luna was surprised by her foal’s sudden outburst at just simply having a bow to tie back her mane would be an understatement. She just gazed down at Moonlight in utter shock! “W-w-what!” she stuttered, “Moonlight! What’s wrong?” Discarding the ribbon in the process, she tried to scoop her daughter closer to her, only for her hooves to grasp air. The filly had leaped away from her! She then without warning grabbed two locks of her hair with her forelegs… and tried to viciously strangle herself with them! “MOONLIGHT!” Luna immediately used her magic to stop the filly from choking herself. Pulling Moonlight to barrel and wrapping her wings around to try and comfort the struggling filly, she began to slowly rocking back and forth while the muffled sobs continued and the struggling only increased. “Shhh, shhh. It’s alright, it’s alright.” Cooed Luna. She shifted her wings so Moonlight’s head was exposed, which she began to nuzzle the top of. I really hope this appointment can help. I can’t bear to imagine her doing something like that… or worse… to herself again. She stopped her nuzzling and rested her head on the troubled foal’s head, and switched to humming a soothing tune into one of her ears. She felt her filly start to calm down. “Would you prefer a braid?” ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. (50 minutes later) I sat on the floor of the waiting room, although its creamy white walls were making me feel a little bit queasy if I stared at it too long. So to keep myself from doing so, as well as to stop me pacing back and forth, I chewed on the end of the braid Luna had done for me. I feel like a Celt, which is really cool. Now if only I had some war paint. I was never able to do this sort of thing with my original hair (it being short and all). But it never stopped me imagining leading a tribe against a declining Western Roman Empire. I spat my braid out and looked back at Luna, who was sitting on one of the lobby’s chairs, her muzzle buried in a book called ‘The Wee Free Stallions’ A Cube World Novel by Ink pen Pratchett. The puns and similarities of this cartoon/now reality (I think), are just further PISSING-ME-OFF! A frown came across my face, while I felt something in my chest boiling! The sooner I get out of here the better! I just hope my story is enough to convince them. I took a deep breath through my nose, and exhaled through my mouth. I hate to admit it, but she feels like the first person, or cartoon pony, to actually feel like they care. Maybe she may make an alright mum, I wonder? But… to someone that is actually drawn in this place. I’m no expert. Either way, I will find a way back home! ‘Not anytime soon!’ A chill ran down my spine! Was that the thin… Nah, it was to quiet. Probably just my imagination this time. I gave my head a quick shake. I have clearly spent far too long here! “Honey, are you alright?” Said Luna with worry clear in her voice. I looked behind me. Luna was looking at me with concern, which was clear even to me, on her face. “I’m fine.” I said, facing away again. These feelings of her being my mother just won’t leave me alone! It just makes me more and more angry with everything, because somehow… they aren’t mine… but are? I stood up and trotted under Luna’s chair. A little bit of shadow to hide from everything and think. Okay, just use your knowledge of reality to convince them that I am from the world that drew th… maybe created might be more… convincing? Oh, this is not going to easy since they think I’m delusional. Nice work on practicing irony, you stupid boy… or girl now! Now. I have to find a way to… My left foreleg brushed against something? Something that was very familiar! My head snapped in its general direction, and a smile graced my fac… I mean, muzzle, as I saw what it was. Gum! A stick of fresh looking unwrapped chewing gum. I haven’t chewing gum for a while. Although, eating one off the floor, especially since it has been under a line of waiting seats for who knows how long… And considering where I am, who knows what it will taste of, or what it’s made of? Well, there’s only one way to find out. This is just too tempting! I used my foreleg to scoop it in front of me, where I examined it closely. Its wrapper was still on, it didn’t look dusty, which must mean it must have been dropped recently. Okay, now let’s see its condition. But just how I’m going to open it with these hooves? Wait! I glanced up at my horn as best I could. I remembered that magic can be done with mythical extension of the skull in this cartoon. I grinned. This is going to be interesting! But just HOW do you use it? I frowned slightly in thought. My only guess on how it works is possibly imagining it doing what you want it to do. It was worth a try. I shut my eyes and focused all my energy onto my forehead, while thinking really hard on the wrapper being undone in a field of magic light. … Nothing! No shimmery sound or even a feeling at all. I opened my eyes to see that the gum was still wrapped in its wrapper. Okay, let’s try mentally telling it to be unwrapped. Shutting my eyes I focused and tried again, but this time telling it, not imaging it. Unwrap! Unwrap! Unwrap the gum! I felt… I felt a tingling sensation in my horn, so I focused harder, trying to put everything I had into this! I heard what sounded like sparks, and the tingling sensation grew stronger and then- “OW!” I began to massage my forehead. My horn was feeling really tender, more so when I accidently struck it on the rim of the dustbin I had been sleeping in. “Moonlight, are you alright?!” Came a very concerned voice from above me, and then I heard some frantic shifting follow it. Quickly I grabbed one loose end of the wrapper between my teeth, and tore it off. Without looking at it first, I immediately sucked the small stick of gum into my mouth and began to chew just as a bluey aura surrounded me and quickly but gently pulled me out from under the seat. Not bad. Apple flavoured, wasn’t expecting tha- “Sweetie, what happened and why were you under the waiting se… What are you eating?!” A frown came across Luna’s face as she levitated me to eyelevel with her. I stopped chewing and manoeuvred the gum underneath my tongue. Though it might be a little too late for that, as Luna took me firmly under her right foreleg. This was followed by a flash of dark blue light, a tissue had appeared in mid-air, suspended by her aura, which snatched out of with her other hoof and held it under my muzzle. “Spit it out!” She said calmly, but a little sternly. I turned my head away from the tissue and her, but to no avail, as she just used it to bring my head back around to face her. “Spit it out!” She repeated. I shifted my gum into my cheek, “I checked it, it was still in its wrapper and it looked qui-” “Moonlight, that is not the point, it has been on the floor with stars knows what else!” “I’ve had worse.” I stated. If you count having to use slightly mouldy bread to make sandwiches with because mum forgot to go to the shops, and I’m still not confident with extremely crowded areas. Luna closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Sweetheart, I understand that you have had to scavenge for a while, but you don’t need to now.” She opened her eyes and gazed down at me with what I thought was a sad exception, “You have a new home and family now.” She then put the tissue on the chair and began to cradle me. I struggled at first, but she had a firm, but gentle, grip on me, “And I made you a promise, one I intend to keep. And I just know my sister will support us.” She then looked to one side, and whispered something that sounded like, “She never gave up on me!" She then picked the tissue up again and looked back at me with a small sigh, “Anyway, as your adopted mother, I am responsible for your safety and welfare, soooo… You are not to eat things that have been on the floor.” She said, moving the tissue back under my muzzle, “Now, please, spit it out.” I tried to respond with ‘But you’re not, AND NEVER WILL BE MY MUM! You stupid cartoon rip-off of an equine!’, but, something gagged my voice box before I could say it! I started coughing, and I tried hard not to swallow my gum. The next thing I knew, Luna had me facing away from her, and had her right foreleg around my middle while her other still held the tissue under my muzzle! With one abdominal thrust, I spat out the chewed mess of gum! Boy, she is strong! And that just felt like a really gentle thrust, considering my size. Luna stared down at the tissue she was levitating in disgust. “Oh, it just had to be one of these foul sweets!” She stated, not bothering to hide the disgust in her tone. She then floated it over to a bin that sat next to a potted plant in one of corner of the room. “Moonlight, I don’t want you to go anywhere near these sweets, alright?” She stated after depositing it, “I do not approve of them; they are disgusting and bad for your teeth.” Although I wasn’t really paying attention, my voice box was sour, and I felt a weird pressure building in my head, and it was severely getting on my nerves. I tried rubbing my forehead, but it was to no avail. “Honey… are you alright?” I looked up to her, still rubbing my forehead while giving a pit of a pained expression. Luna’s expression however was, concern? She gently squeezed me to her barrel, and I think I could see her eyes begin to water. “Oh, Moonlight, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I-” “No, no, no, you didn’t hurt me!” I cut in, while Luna breathed a sigh of relief, “It’s… it’s, just… Can we talk for a second?” I think it’s about time I found out what the hell is going on in my brain. Luna just smiled down at me with half lidded eyes, “Like I said this morning, you can tell me anything that’s troubling you.” She began stroking my mane, “What’s on your mind?” “More like, what’s in my mind!” I corrected, tapping my head with a hoof while trying to stop her from stroking my hair. But Luna stopped her strokes instantly, and gave me a curious, yet slightly worried look. “What do you mean by, in your mind?” She asked. “It’s this voice… or, something? I’m not too sure, but it-” “Princess Luna.” Came the dull bored sounding voice, with a bit of a lisp, of the receptionist. A dark purple unicorn mare with a pink mane and bright blue eyes that sat behind large round black rimmed glasses. “Doctor Calm can see you and the little princess now. Room 3.” Oh God! I just want to go home and have my real age and gender. I have heard there are people much older than me, who for some bazar reason would love to be in this cartoon? Why I’ll never know, and I just don’t care enough to find out. But I most certainly DON’T want to be here! I just want to leave home, get away from laidback drinker of a mum and bratty little sister, and find someone somewhere, who will help me with my stupid A.S.D. problems, while working on the benefits. And then, hopefully, go and become an Ancient Roman Historian, like I’ve always wanted. I was drawn out of my thoughts by Luna levitating me out of her forelegs and suspending me in the air while she stood up. She plopped me on her back (for a change, not that I was going to complain), then looked to the receptionist, “Thank you.” She then looked back to me, “We’ll talk about this… voice, which you speak of, later.” Levitating the book, which she had left open face down on the nearby seat, in front of her, she marked her place with a dark blue bookmark that she suddenly conjured. And then stopped to face me again, “Unless this is something you feel you need to talk to Doctor Calm about?” I scratched the back of my head in thought. “Probably not. I can’t really explain it myself.” Luna closed her eyes and sighed. She then leaned into me and brushed her left cheek against my right, which caused me to cringe away. She looked at me with… I think it was a slightly sad expression. “Well, if you are sure. But we are going to be talking about it later. And if it gets worse before then, please, tell me.” I just nodded in response, while casting my eyes down. “That’s a good girl.” Luna turned her attention back to the book she was holding in her magical grip. With a flash of blue light, the book vanished. She then looked back to me again, as I adjusted myself into a sitting position facing forward on her back. I had to admit, she was really comfy. “Now, just one more thing before we go in. What were you doing under chair that caused you to cry out?” I blinked at her, “Umm…” I then pointed at my horn before answering meekly, “I had a try at using my…” I trailed off under the disapproving look Luna was giving me. “Moonlight Eclipse. You are too young to be trying to control your magic! If you are not careful, or do not have full understanding of magic or what you are doing, the spell you use can have unintended, or even negative effects!” Her expression then softened, but into a more depressed one. “And especially with your… current condition. It is best that you refrain from trying to experiment around with your magic until you are of age and deemed well and stable enough to try.” I nodded, and muttered an, “Okay,” but I seriously doubt that I will need to be worrying about that. One: because I’m fine, and just made a fucking mess of my situation, which for some reason they took seriously. Two: my Asperger’s Syndrome doesn’t make me unstable. It just makes me a little… unusual. And Three: I’m hoping to use this appointment to convince these loony-toon drawings (which I still cannot wrap my head around how all this can even possibly exist in the first place), that I am completely and utterly not a part of this cartoon. As Luna began to trot down a small corridor towards a brown door with a brass plaque reading, ‘ROOM 3’, which she gave a quick knock, to what a masculine voice behind it said, “Come in.” Complying, Luna pushed the open with a hoof and trotted inside while I observed my new surroundings. The room was the exact same colour as the waiting room. Except the differences were: this one was smaller, and instead of a row of chairs, this room had three large plush bright green cushions. Although, one was already occupied. The occupant was a tall (probably not as tall as Luna) orange… ordinary pony? I don’t know if they have a specific name for equines without wings or horns. Wearing a black tie and white collar. He had ginger red hair that was starting to thin, while his eyes were bright blue. The picture on his backside was a golden stick with eagle wings and two snakes twisted around it (no idea why, though). The stallion then bowed to us. “Princess Luna and Princess Moonlight.” he said, and then stood up, “It is an honour, if you would take a seat, and we can begin.” Luna went to the nearest cushion and sat down on it, while setting me between her forelegs. This was it! My chance to try and convince them that I’m not from this world. ‘You can try!’