The Convention
The convention center was PACKED. We had speakers connected everywhere. Really, setting this up had taken awhile as well as getting used to being in a female body.
I tapped the mic, getting everyone's attention with the squeal. "Um, hello?" Everyone looked at me. I coughed, "Alright. Now, as we all know, we are turning into our OCs due to, ahem, our science projects."
A couple nodded grimly, meanwhile someone else called, "What do you mean 'our', you're not the guy from the blog."
"Yeah. Despite my OC's gender, I seem to have become female. As I was saying, we're still not sure exactly what caused it, but I believe our best bet is to wait until its passed. As for-" I was cut off by a strange popping noise.
"Hello?" Came the voice of John De Lancie out of a pink mess.
I gaped, "DISCORD?!"
"In the pink! Now, Miss Time, I've found out what's doing this and its irreversible. The thing that is powering it is the most evil creature in Tartarus. He plans to convince all of you lot to help him but I got here first," he said, looking at me.
"So, it wasn't our devices?" I asked.
"Not entirely, that gave him an opening into this world, Miss Time," he said.
"Miss Time?" I questioned.
"Ah. Basically, that's you. She-Who-Walks-Through-Time," he shrugged.
I frowned, "Now, who's the 'him' you keep mentioning?"
"Don't know, his name isn't anywhere at all," Discord shrugged, his hair tuft bouncing. Again. "Now, off I pop! See you in Equestria!"
The draconequus vanished. I groaned, "That's help-" I stopped. Here I was, in the middle of the Everfree forest. Upon realizing where I was, I turned to try and see ponyville only to encounter Timber wolves. After which I promptly began galloping, apparently I'm now a horse, great, and screaming.
"NOPE! NOPE! NOPE!" I went flying away, literally, only find myself plunging downwards towards what looked like Ponyville.
"THE PLOT LINE IS MOVING TOO FAST," came a voice from a pink blurr.
I kept screaming, and screaming. At this point a rainbow blur was rushing at me.
"I'M GONNA DIE! DEAR GODDESS, SAVE ME!" The blurr came closer rapidly and suddenly, I crashed through a cloud and right into a very shocked draconequus.
"Goodness!" a yellow and pink fuzz said, "Is she alright?"
"I think so my dear Fluttershy," the weird other fuzz said.
"WEREF AM IFFF?" I tried asking, but at which point I passed out.
One second, my friend was standing on stage talking, the next, poof, literally gone. She left no trace whatsoever. I quickly ran up onto the stage. People were shocked, some frozen, some fainted, some confused. "Where'd she go?"
"Sorry about that, if you'll all exit the building, we'll try to find Ms. Teles," the hoard stampeded slowly out the doors and I leaned over to a security guard, "Nowhere she could have gone huh?"
He nodded in agreement after raising a curious eyebrow.
"Then we have to assume she went to the only place that seems remotely logical," I said, looking at the map of Equestria someone had hung up.
"Who knows where she landed..."
Upon awakening I found myself in a somewhat recognizable location. I was in Ponyville hospital. In front of me were six ponies I recognized well. The Mane Six. Six extremely famous ponies, here to visit me. Not for a well wishing I suppose.
"Um, are you okay miss?" Fluttershy asked gently.
"Aside from a slight headache? Yes," I put a hoof to my head and rubbed my temple. "I would kill for some aspirin though..."
"Aspirin?" Twilight asked, looking rather intrigued, "What's that?"
"Its a pain relief medication on the planet of Earth," I said, matter-of-factly.
"Earth?" Rarity inquired.
"Its were the humans come from, silly! Lyra told me all about it!" Pinkie said.
"Lyra was right, Pinks," I grinned.
"Lyra has merely an obsession with a non-existent mythological race, Pinkie, this mare in front of us couldn't be one of those creatures," Twilight sighed, "You're one of the human-obsessed aren't you? I've proven that this alleged city, 'Atlantis' that they read about from other ancients couldn't exist. There's no scientific proof of humans."
I smiled and looked around at my backpack, "Hand me that bag over there Pinkie."
"Okie doki loki!" She hoofed it to me.
"Thank you," I began digging through the bag for the pictures I had with me.
"Hand? What a strange manner of speaking, pray tell dear, what country are you from?" Rarity said.
"America. Ask questions in a moment," I mumbled through the bag. The scene must have looked quite comical. A pony with her head and hooves in a backpack. "Eureka!" I called, pulling out my photo album. "Here Twilight. See if this is proof enough for you." A smirk came to my face as she opened the book.
After we managed to calm the masses, I began to explain to them my theory of where Len went. The reactions varied from skepticism, hatred, and jealously to joy, laughter, and wonder. Many of them seemed to be asking if they were next. "Okay, now that that's done, I'd like all of you to keep track of your friends and family and report if they disappear, alright?"
Murmurs of consent echoed through the many halls. I climbed down the steps and popped my arm. This was going to be a very long, complicated issue.
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Oh sh*t's getting intense
Awesome, unexpected and fun.
So... You hogging all the interaction with the mane six or...
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Whoever else ends up in Equestria later on can interact with them.
Equestria meaning the country.
5955441 Good. I believe Twilight is going to have a lot of questions about the mirror...
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Likely.
Didn't Twilight have that painting from Grag's story?
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Yes. and also in the last chapter his sister came out through the mirror
-Equinox_
Well time to break off the old haitus wrapping
5955791 Oh ho~ So you assume she came out of the mirror?
Regardless though, this does pose a few problems. Nothing that can't be fixed however.
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If I turned into my OC I'd probably be screwed...
Interesting read, but I do see some familiar quips I'm very familiar with when it comes to familiar stories like these.
I've only read the first chapter, but I look forward to reading the rest!
5959758 What make you say that?
5967817 where I do base him almost entirely off of myself personality wise and such, and he is much much "luckier" then me, he gets into a lot of dangerous situations
not to mention, we both think we can't get women/mares 
Okay, I can't help but bring up this issue, it pretty much happens in every fic of yours I've read.
I seriously doubt that after my best friend turned into a woman that I would instantly start referring to him as a "her", and I also doubt that my friend would be so resigned to his fate (of course that may just be my best friend, he's not exactly what you call "compatible with change). You see there's this sort of psychological connection to the familiar, the safe, the constant, and once reality deviates from that we would, normally, deny the change, especially if that change is fast, of drastic.
This is the sort of thing that makes these stories interesting for me, the added conflict of change puts a unique spin on things, and the change doesn't even need to be related to gender! An equally compelling conflict could be presented simply with the main character gaining an unwanted power, being sent to another world, or changing species. You see why I like MLP fanfiction where the main character changes so much, in race, in gender, in abilities, its like freaking changception! but you tend to dispel the conflict almost faster than you can create it, focusing not one the characters and their struggles, but on simple cause and effect.
Also, What does this mean?
Why are the ones that destroy and consume listed as "good" and the ones that, well seem to be the most wholesome sounding of the bunch labled as "bad"?
Now, I could see if there where a few that happened to be deviants from their element, but when you straight up say that the Avatar of Suffering is "good", and the Avatar of Love is "bad", That is just complete bull.
I hope that you accidentally labeled them wrong, because frankly, living in a world where suffering is "good" does not sound appealing.
Whew, I'm sorry, but the way you compose your stories is incomplete at best, I don't want to discourage you from writing, in fact, I love the communities you spawn. But please, you can do better when it comes to writing, focus on the characters, draw out personal conflicts, make them a big deal. And please, for the love of the merciful god, don't assign the roll of "Avatar of Love" to a bad person, while calling the "Avatar of Suffering" "good".
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In this case, the "good" are absorbing the suffering, diminishing it. The "bad" are absorbing things like love, keeping it from the world.
In a chapter or so I'll write a backstory for that.
As for the gender swap and species swap, they accept because they can't change it at the time.
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Ahhhhhhh, Now I get it- wait, why is Discord on the list? He doesn't "contain" chaos, he spreads it.
And perhaps a better term for these entities is the "Wardens", seeing as "Avatar" is basically... well
Basically, when you say "Avatar of _____" what that would mean if you used that word correctly is the representation, a manifestation, _____ given physical being.
And on to your next reply:
... Does simply not being able to change anything help a man who is dying accept his fate? Does it convince a man who has gone blind to live with his condition? Does it help the woman who can't conceive a child simply understand that she was never meant to be a mother?
These are each conflicts that make themselves apparent from the start. And any one of them could hold the key to making a story that much more believable, that much more close to the readers heart, no matter the circumstances of the story (or even of the conflict itself). Personal conflict connects us to the story, it gives the reader (and the character) more of a reason to move on. To find a way to resolve the conflict. If there is no conflict there is no reason for the change. And there is no reason for the character to grow and develop.
Though, there may be a reason I'm missing, if there is, I would like to know about it.
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True enough. I will work on that. As for the Avatars, they are made and absorb their... thing. Discord is on the good because Chaos makes everyone unique.