One hell of a trip
(Present, Canterlot statue gardens, POV James).
It was a nice shinning day in the gardens. The wind was blowing, the sun was shinning, and the birds were getting crap all over me.
"I hate my life. I hate my life. I hate my life. I hate my life."
After contemplating my life choices, I hear a group of tourist approaching.
"Mrs. Cheerilee, what is that statue?"
"That statue, Pip, is called Blacklight."
Blacklight, really princess, you so racist.
Legend has it that, 1000 years ago a strange being who called himself James Heller appeared in what is now known as the Everfree Forest. Blacklight destroyed many old villages and caused those inhabitants to go insane.
In my defense, those villagers tried to kill me and I barely had any control of my powers. Sheesh, ya think the princesses would give a brother a chance to explain himself.
"In his final moments, he fought against both princesses and was defeated and sealed in stone."
"He doesn't look that tough, I bet Rainbow Dash could have beat him easy."
Why don't you say that to my face kid, I could use some extra bio-mass.
"Come on children it’s time to move on to the next statue."
"Come on Scoots, we're gonna see teh weird lookin one"
At this point the young, orange adolescent was in my face. Staring at me intently.
What the f*** is wrong with this kid.
A squeaky voice then yelled. "Scootaloo hurry up. You're falling behind,"
"Coming, WOAH!"
The one named Scootaloo had just tripped on her own two hooves. As she got up, she noticed that she scrapped her knee.
As she ran away I could already feel something change. The blood that landed on me had already disappeared.
No f****** way. The stone is breaking!
A large rumble overtook the gardens as random tentacles exploded in the air. Then as quickly as they appeared they returned to the point of origin.
"Guess whose back b****es."
(1000 years ago, location: POV: James)
"So come aboard and bring along all your hopes and dreams. Together we will find adrifting what were looking for. There's always room for you, if you wanna be my friend. We are. We are on the cruise!!!!!!!!!!!"
WILL YOU TWO SHUT THE F*** I AM TRYING TO SLEEP!!!!!"
My name is Nathaniel Janes and I am currently on a trip to Comicon with my best friend Josh and his sister Jen.
This will be my first convention. This is my first because I don't really like to attend those geek traps. The only reason I am going is because I lost a stupid bet to Josh. "Quit complaining James, if you didn't want to come, you shouldn't have tried to beat me in drunk smash bros."
My two idiot friends are huge fans of prototype. So much that they decided to dress up as the Mercer siblings. Josh was wearing a button-up white shirt kept partially buttoned, a plain gray hoodie, and a black leather jacket with a red tribal design on the back, plain blue jeans and black shoes. Jen was wearing a grey hoodie with a grey and black striped shirt underneath, a short denim skirt with a pair of black tights and a pair of red sneakers. Her brown hair was spiked and she was wearing silver blue contacts. If I didn't know better, I would have thought that they were the real deal. Since I lost the bet, I have to dress up as James Heller. I had my perfect afro shaved off because if I was gonna be forced into this, then I was gonna commit to the character and prove that I can enjoy myself even though I am being forced to do something. I am wearing black boots, dark blue jeans with a black leather belt, a black shirt, fingerless black gloves and finally James Heller's signature jacket. I have to say that I looked bad ass.
"Better not antagonize him Alex or he may consume you."
"Oh ha-ha, Dana."
Gosh those two can be annoying sometimes. "How far away are we from the convention?"
"We will be there in about an hour or two."
F*** my life.
(Comicon)
This place is huge. Comicon, the place where every geek and nerd can spend a life time’s fortune on things that will collect dust unless they are in a case. I think I may be a little bit excited. That was when I saw the hungry look in my friends' eyes. Far towards the back was a booth selling nothing but prototype merchandise. Of course being the suckers we are, we quickly run up and gaze at the prototype glory. They had clothes, action figures, and even realistic looking weapons. The vendor was a tall, had short hair, and was wearing sunglasses and a black t-shirt.
“Ah yes welcome Mercer family and James. See anything you like.”
I still don’t know why but there was something that did catch my eye. In one of the cases towards the back was a locket with the forever bad guy’s Gentek symbol. 3 black hexagons forming a triangle. I…. I just had to buy it.
“Hey merch what’s that over there.”
“Can you be more specific please?”
“In the case, the Gentek locket.”
“Oh this my friend.” He says as he pulls out the trinket. “Not for sale.”
OH HAAAAAAILLL NAH. I IS GETTIN THAT LOCKET.
“Oh come on dude, please you have sell me it.”
That’s when Josh decides to butt in.
“Um Nate, do you really need that thing. Why are you so obsessed over it?”
“Because it’s shiny and I want it. Now please sell it, I will pay anything.”
“Tree Fiddy.”
HE CHANGED HIS MIND THAT FAST!! If life was an anime, this would be the part where everyone falls over.
“Fine. Take yo dang tree fiddy you dang loch ness monster.” I say as I fish out my glorious torn apart wallet and pull out 3 dollars and fifty cents.
My "friends" , really questioning my life choices, gathered around me to look at this epix sh1ny pl0x.
He hands me the locket and as I put it on he says the weirdest thing.
“Enjoy the drug trip bros.”
A strange sensation suddenly came over me. The world was spinning. The pain was enormous. It felt like every cell in my body was being torn apart and remade. Tendrils were coming out of me. Jen backed up and Josh went to who knows where. I remember trying to scream at one point but nothing would come out.
“What...” was all I had enough time to say before life puked rainbows in my face.
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If it's a LoHAV, you should take out the Crossover tag. It doesn't involve [PROTOTYPE]'s verse, just a second-hand resemblance, which isn't enough to qualify the story as a crossover.
Plus it'll save you a fuckton of angry comments like the ones in Big Red.
nice start. I will follow and maybe read more depending on how fast you update
4428501 the only reason the crossover tag was there was so it could get featured
I was planning to remove it anyway
thanks for the save though you get this
4429910 I will try to update at least once a week
4430017 AWESOME!
4430011 Just so it could get featured? You know that's called whoring and heavily frowned upon, right?
4430133 not my fault mods wouldn't get off my back
Um... What the fuck.
4430840 hmm well this is awkward
4431861 Oh god, you're here too...
Well, I guess the pony transformation is contagious. Tell me, have you had any dangerous side effects I should be aware of?
Because I need to know these things.
4432860 hmm just that I couldn't use my abilities until I started consuming ponies
it was like some weird reset i cant describe
also i tend to leak out the virus every now and then and i still don't know why
4432860 (on a side note i love your Monster in Manehatten story. It probably was what pushed me into writing this.)
4433028 Thank you!
And I had no Idea what I was doing when I wrote that. Well, I did. At least I had more of a clue of what I was doing than when I wrote Prototype: Equestria.
Haven't read it yet (I will), but if do-able at this point, I suggest you making it Humanized instead of Anthro. They can still have wings and magic where applicable, but besides that, a human form. Anthro just rubs me wrong when it's used outside of non-serious clop.
4433213 I'm just gonna ignore the clop comment
sorry dude but it's staying anthro just so I can avoid the romance tag
4433227 Why can't you avoid romance in a humanized story?
4433231 because there would too many situations that would call for it
4434906 No more situations than there would be in a Anthro one. Unless the character is Racist, that is. You can quite easily stay away from romance, by having it never happen. He could be just not interested in anyone in that manner (or in any manner. Blacklight can seriously mess up your brain-chemistry, which is what's responsible for things like sexual attraction, and even empathy). Hell, even having the characters being straight up ponies wouldn't prevent romantic situations just from them being ponies.
4435173 before we continue this conversation I feel the need to ask.
Can you please define non-serious clop and exactly what you have against the anthro tag.
4437707 Non-serious clop is just about that. Clop that only exists for the clop part, sexy shenanigans, without any attempt to make a coherent story out of it. In such stories, they can do thing like Harems that would likely never really happen in a more serious story. In fact, I generally hate Harem stories when their suppose to be serious stories, for those just stink of wish-fulfillment, instead of a actual story, but in non-serious smut, it's just fine.
As for Anthro, it feels halfassed to me. Like the author can't be bothered to choose between having ponies, and humans, so decides to mix them together for the hell of it. This would be fine if the story wasn't meant to be taken seriously, but when it's a story meant to actually be good, and remembered, it's rather counter-productive.
4437775 okay and back to the reasons y I choose anthro over human.
1). The anthro will turn him off seeing as he isn't exactly the real James Heller
2) I don't even want to imagine a human with a horn coming out of their head. Fake horns are one thing but them being attached just looks like (insert weirdest boner joke here)
3) Them not being ponies makes it easier to write better fight scenes. Especially when I start adding in evolved.
4) I have plans just have trust in the writer
4437867 1) Blame that on the Blacklight virus itself. Seriously, that shit will fuck up your head, and that's BEFORE he consumes anyone. Just the removal of extraneous hormones would kill any libido and appetite he has (appetite only returning when he's low on health)
2) Then do something else. If you want a visual identifier that their unicorns, maybe you could include a inset gem in their head or something. Or do without visual identifiers, and it only becomes obvious that a Unicorn isn't a Earth-pony when they use magic. (though the observant observer could probably tell by body structure and tone. Earth-ponies in general are fitter and broader than unicorns)
3) Be careful with that. The blacklight virus was made to kill, and only through very careful manipulation on Alex's part was he able to evolve people. Evolving other people (especially them being different from normal humans) is really tricky, and is more likely to end with them dead than anything.
4) A writer I don't know, and is currently writing their first story. Not a lot of trust coming quite yet.
4437895 don't worry dude I know all about the black light virus and its affects. I also know not everyone can be evolved. I wouldn't had started this story if didn't know anything about prototype.
4437998 Just because you know stuff, doesn't mean you know it all. If you want, I would be more than happy to talk about Prototype and/or your story with you.
And I JUST noticed you have a think asking for a editor. I'm perfectly willing. I help Blacklight out with his shit, and Legion too (though Legion is a lot more autonomous than Blacky, most of what I do with him is bounce ideas off of eachother).
4438016 You me friend are hired
“Tree Fiddy.” At that point the salesman had turned into a 50ft tall reptile from the paleolithic era. Goddammit lochness monster i ain't given you no tree fiddy nao!
>censoring
fuck piss shit ass jesus fucking christ on a stick
Gotta love those shinning mornings.