Twenty-five.
I know this number is supposed to mean something to me, but I just lack the energy to care. I am now twenty-five years of age; whoopty-flippin-do. All today tells me is that I am now twenty-five year old closet brony who lives alone and prefers it that way.
Twenty-five years of feeling misunderstood, left out, untrusted. My closest friend hadn't talked with me for awhile; last time he did was probably around a month ago. I look at the calendar and see the circled date, the thirtieth of April, year two thousand twenty. I sigh as I roll out of bed, tired of the boring monotonous life cycle.
Get out of bed, work, come home, read some more fanfictions, play some video games, go to sleep, repeat. It had been this way ever since I had graduated. I walk into my kitchen and look into the fridge. Seeing nothing of interest that is quick to eat, I make myself a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
I pick up my small meal and saunter over to my desktop computer, socked feet quietly padding upon the wooden floor of my apartment. As I sit down, I devour the sandwich, starting by tearing off the crust and saving the soft center for last. I boot up my computer and log into it.
As my background picture of Luna appears on my desktop with the icons popping up in front of it, I sit back and take a moment to think about the show and my views on it.
So many bronies had a 'favorite pony' and constantly got into heated arguments about it. I however, no matter how much I thought about it, did not have a favorite pony for the usual reasons. Luna has always been my favorite, not because she could fight, or that everyone loved her, but because I understood her pain of being an outsider.
After seeing the Season Five finale five years ago, I had nearly cried when she stood in Discord's way although ponies still rejected her in fear. I stared at her figure in my desktop window once more before suddenly shutting it down again.
The rebellious part of my mind deciding that it is my twenty-fifth birthday, and I am going to go out and have a great time. I stand up from my chair quickly, nearly making it topple over. I walk over to the coat rack and grab the one that says 'John S.' in big black sharpie.
I open the door to my apartment, walk out, then close and lock it as quietly as possible so as not to upset my temperamental neighbor. As I walk past the door directly next to mine, my features soften a little as my fingers brush against her door.
Fiona has been the only thing in my lonely life that has made it worth living. However, it's more like a bit of friendship than any actual feelings for her. Two of her friends from town were really obnoxious bronies, though. I believe their names are, Jack and Anon? Anyways, I have no idea why she hangs out with them.
I drop my fingers and move on, approaching the silver elevator doors. Once the elevator reaches the bottom floor and opens, I walk out through the plaza as I plan my day. I check the clock, seeing that it's about 3:30 in the afternoon. Okay, so first, I'll drop by Gamestop to see if they have any new video games I've been wanting. Next, I think I'll stop by Target and see about clothes. Third, I'll just go to Red Robin for a nice, delicious lunch. Once I finish there, I'll go to King Soopers and restock on groceries, splurge a little on sweets, and then go home. By the time I finish, it should be about seven.
I open the door to the large Land Rover I had requested specifically for my six-foot three frame and hop in. Upon closing the door, I calmly slide the key into the ignition and twisted, the familiar purr of engine calming me. Now, I am nowhere near to being obsessed with cars, but I still cared for this one in particular.
I drive through the streets, noting the small amount of traffic between me and my destination. After some not-skillful-driving, I came to a parked position in the closest possible parking space to Gamestop. As I get out of my car and walk towards the shining red and white logo, I can almost hear the angelic singing that seems to go with it.
I push open the door and walk in, one of the more friendly associates immediately coming up to me and asking if I need any help today. "No thank you," I say with small smile, "I'm just looking for a game that may interest me." He smiles and walks back to behind the desk.
I look through many of the Xbox games, happy to see that my favorite series is still going strong, Halo: Combat Evolved all the way through Six on the shelves. I pick through each of the games, until I spot one I've been waiting for. I quickly grab the Limited Edition Destiny Three off of the shelf and practically run up to the front counter.
He takes the game from me with a small smile and rings it up, the total coming to about a hundred and twenty dollars. As I walk out of the doors, I am so engrossed in the back of the game that I barely hear him call out to me.
"Have a great day sir!" He calls out after me. I turn around and give him a smile and a wave, happy that at least someone in the world was optimistic.
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I shut the door to my Land Rover and toss the Target bags into the back seat next to my new video game. It had possibly been one of the most boring and irritating trips to Target I had ever had. After choosing the clothes I wished to have, I had to wait in the check-out line nearly ten minutes as a customer decided to have a nice, long chat with the only open cashier.
After the ten minutes were up and the lady left to her car, I practically slammed down the bag of clothes in front of the cashier, making her jump. I grumbled a thank you as I left, and it wasn't vibes of anger I felt coming from her, but ones of fear. I immediately felt bad, but did not apologize.
I sit down and wrap my fingers around the steering wheel, letting most of my anger just flow out. I like to blame the anger that seems to come naturally to me onto my male hormones, but sometimes I wonder if that’s actually the case.
Although it only takes about five minutes to get there, by the time I pull into the parking lot at Red Robin’s I have let go of most of my anger. I hop out of the car and lock the doors, placing the keys into my pocket. I walk through the door and am almost immediately seated.
As I sit down into the comfortable cushions of the booth, I experiment a little with my mind, trying to replicate the feelings of anger I felt. After a few seconds of thought, I realize the lively chatter of the restaurant has quieted to hushed whispers.
I look around the room, realizing that they had all been staring at the faces I’d been making as I experimented with my anger. As none of them would meet my eyes, I yet again realized that they still feared me.
A subconscious spoke to me within my mind, “Yes, they should fear you. You deserve revenge after all you have been through. Make them understand your pain!”
I almost began to listen to it too, as I realized my hand began inching towards the steak knife at my right hand. I drew it back immediately and slowly stood up and began walking towards the doors, giving the nearby waitress an excuse that I had somewhere I needed to go.
I walk out of the restaurant and climb back into my Rover, and sigh. At least at King Soopers I won’t really have to speak with anyone to accomplish my goals. I look at my clock, realizing that it was only about two hours until seven.
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I walked out of the King Soopers in a much better mood than at Red Robin’s. I now have enough food to feed a small army (figuratively) and a small apple pie, all for moi! I have to keep myself from grinning like an idiot and humming 'Happy Birthday' to myself as I set the groceries down next to my new copy of Destiny Three.
The drive home seems like it's taking forever, and once I finally pull into the driveway, it takes three trips to get all of my groceries up the elevator. By the time I manage to get all of the groceries through the door, I'm rather tired. I go through the apartment, flipping light switches on and placing the groceries where they belong into the fridge and pantries.
Once that is accomplished, I open the apple pie and give myself mental pat on the back for completing twenty-five years of life. I quickly dig in, eating every last piece of the delicious pie. Once I finish, I toss the plastic container into the trash and look at the clock.
In about ten minutes, it will be the exact time I was born; midnight. I look back down to Destiny Three, seeming to call out to me to begin stroking the luscious curves of its beautiful disc, all the while speaking romantic words in the candlelight.
Whoa.
That definitely escalated a little quickly. I look out of the window and a split-second decision. I look to the case again, "I'll be back in a little bit," I speak softly, giving the case a little wink.
I push through my apartment door, yet again closing it behind me as quietly as possible. This time, however, I proceed to take the stairs instead of the elevator. It only takes a few seconds, but the breath of fresh air from the night sky is incredibly refreshing from the stairwell.
Glad that the sun has finally gone to rest with its annoying brightness heat, I look up to the full moon and bask in its soft light. For my entire life I have felt as though I had some connection to the moon, almost like it were an actual friend. Someday, I'm going there just for the heck of it.
I sit down onto some of the ceiling ductwork and stare at the formations of the craters, just as it turns to midnight. Suddenly, the craters seem to change shape until it looks more like the head of a unicorn. That's odd, it looks exactly like the Mare in the Moon.
A sudden burning itch at my thigh brings me out of my revelation. I chuckle to myself, "Well, I guess Destiny is Calling for me."
I walk down the stairs again, and once I reach my door, a wave of exhaustion ambushes me. My waking mind fights valiantly, but was taken by surprise. And such, the warrior succumbs to the forces of the night as I trudge past Destiny; that'll have to wait until tomorrow. I look at the clock on my way to bed, barely noticing that I apparently spent twenty minutes on the roof.
I walk into my room and begin stripping by first taking off my blue t-shirt, and then taking off the denim jeans I always wore. As I look at the figure in the mirror (occasionally posing impressively), the stupid itch returns with a burning passion.
I scratch furiously, but like the forces of the night, my thighs were ambushed ruthlessly. I quickly strip off the boxers to see how big the bite size is, and freeze in shock. I look at the mirror to make sure I'm not seeing things.
There, on my thigh, is a giant splotch of midnight blue with a white crescent moon smack dab in the center.
To be more specific, Luna's cutie mark.
On my thigh.
On both sides.
I barely had time to pull my boxers back up before I collapsed on my bed unconscious
Love it! Luna though, very creative, I can see where the fear comes in. I am glad you played it out like that! ^^ Luna is definitely a terrifying figure when she is upset, yet caring when necessary. You are amazing.
love the premise so far! please continue with this story
love how this five score divided by four thing has become a thing recently
update soon plz
2507459Ha! I had a free class today in school so I spent the entire hour and thirty minutes writing Chapter Two, so don't worry, it'll probably be done soon.
2507689 i eagerly await it then :D
Haven't read it yet, instant fave and thumb up. I was debating on doing a Luna one, or maybe Shining, but I can't really get my mind into their minds. Hope this is as good as I hope!
Edit: Oh hell, who's the Cashier? Everyone who ever called someone by their pony name was a pony themselves. Uh-oh.
2508940 My friend Sarikano is currently working on the Celestia one. He hasn't posted it yet, but we've been talking
2509354 How will the Celestia one work though? Discord killed her, threw her in a volcano while she was half-paralyzed. I can see Cadenza, vaguely.
Interesting so far, I shall be watching
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2509967 I'm not the one writing the Celestia fic, but I'm also not going to spoil it for you. The one writing it is Sarikano.
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>>>>"A sudden burning itch at my thigh brings me out of my revelation. I chuckle to myself, "Well, I guess Destiny is Calling for me."
That ONE LINE is the kind of thing that makes me LOVE fanfictions. That was bloody genius, I see so many of what you did there's.
My life in a nutshell....
REFERENCE TO FSDBF
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I see that you have read My Little Dashie.
Skip Red Robin? What sort of blasphemy is this? It would have been the tail end of Happy Hour when
LunaJohn was in there.Also, I do not recall there being pain in the Four Score when the Cutie Marks appeared, will this be explained?
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The Celestia fic is a little boring. She's basically stuck in a volcano.
Day 9,135: I am still trapped in this dormant volcano (I think I have some diamonds on my rump). I am thankful for how much the volcano cooled off in the first couple thousand days of captivity, but it seems to be warming up again. If my counting was correct, about 25 years should have passed 4 days ago; still no sight (haha, I am such a laugh) of being freed. Maybe this thing will erupt and blast me out of my rocky tomb. Oh me, I want some cake.
Wait... what?
and then
I am so confused right now. So, he doesn't have a favourite pony... but Luna is his favourite?
2639531 Oh, I see. You didn't finish reading the rest of the sentence. It should be
Da faq is with this guy? does he have some kind of fetish with new games?
OMP(OH MY PRINCESS) I LOVE THIS STORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!111
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Not a hard core gamer are you? Never had a gamer-gasm? Never felt that indescribable feeling of peeling back the cellophane on a game you've been waiting for for a long while, popping open the case and putting it in your console of choice? Well if not then I can understand your "Da fuq?!" I however smiled at that... I felt almost the same way first time I fired up skyrim after standing in line to get it for several hours... Granted John here just kinda waltzed into target and bought D3... Oh well, self given b-day gifts are awesome XD... Sorry for replying to an old comment, but I had to defend the honor of gamer nerds.
2606502 hey, ive got an idea for a much more interesting celestia fic for five score divided by four, do you think you would read if i made it?
Is John's apartment the same as Fiona's (Fluttershy's) apartment from the main story of this tangent of canon?
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No reply means nobody likes you, or so rumour has it.
3375791 or it means your question or answer should not require (in the below case. The chapter made it clear we're dealing with the same appartment) or does not deserve (as in your case) a reply (or at least a friendly one).
There are some people I could imagine myself gleefully using the "For five score! Divided by four!" incantation on if I could. You're one of them.
3444412 It was just meant to be a silly joke really. I'm astonished I got 7 dislikes already. I need to write that in my record book.
Are you really writing this based on Luna, or have you been stalking me?
Joking, but seriously, I have so much in common with this guy it's scary. Lives alone, keeps to himself, frightens people by accident. Few weeks ago I really scared some friends just after I became what I considered was 'a little frustrated'. The list goes on a lot farther but I think I've gotten the point across.
Needless to say you have a new reader.
So Luna being a gamer is true!
April 30, 2020 will be a quarter moon, not a full moon.[/twilight]
Introducing a fallen...
Two that have lost may find themselves as blessed as they are cursed by this magic.
Will the *other* force ring true after all?
I shall read on.
destiny three? lol
'Annoying brightness heat'
Bright heat, or brightness and heat.
3613012 we have no idea of what to think of this new 'lestia, our mind hath been broken...
Well 25 is a pretty special year regardless. It's the year of adulthood in which one's brain finishes developing. Yay! Finally now Luna can calculate risk!
Edit: My previous response was the result of me only reading the first few lines of this story. Now that I've read all this, all I can say is that if I were in this universe, I would probably be some kind of mixture between Pinkie Pie and Luna. I know. That is a terrifying thought.
First of all, when did theses come out, exactly? Exactly when does this take place? Second of all, yay! Halo is my favorite series too!
AND WHERE'S THE MEME ON THIS!?!?!?
OMG. Destiny 3. 1st life spent as pone, 2nd life as human and now she is getting her third chance at her Destiny. Touche, mate, touche
I love how you connected this to the original story, yet went with a completely different style. And the main character has a whole lot of depth - it pretty much took this entire chapter to introduce him! Plus, you did the right choice by using first person. Thank you.
Now, to the point ...
I found a bunch of small grammatical errors while reading. Here they are so you can fix them and make the chapter ever so slightly better!
missing word: "a"
"with" -> "to"; "awhile" -> "a while"
Did you mean "twist it"?
Remove the word "to"
"to" -> "of"
"nearly" -> "for nearly"
"to" -> "with"
"atking" -> "taking"
I love the way you match up this poor guys personality with lunas before "that"
His isolation from society fits his new role quite well.
And his infatuation with the moon and night speaks a lot about his character.
Even the "kill them all, get revenge" voice in your head, part is meaningful.
It means that he can probably even evoke that sinister transformation and cause some real chaos later on.
Well. Wow.
It's like you reached into my skull and pulled me out and put me on a page. I am your character. O_o I even feel the exact same way about Luna.
Except I'm a few years older, and with a couple more solo hobbies mixed into the routine.
You even got the height within an inch.
...
*nervously checks his thighs*
Still a blank flank, though!