• Published 3rd Apr 2018
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Displaced: Human In Equestria but the Human becomes Twilight Sparkle only more, also Pokemon are there - SilverStarApple



Man goes to convention dressed as multiple characters at once. Man purchases a Twilight Sparkle mask. Man regrets his decision as he ends up in a Pokemon-filled Equestria as another Twilight Sparkle. And then, something unexpected... Dawns.

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3 - Twilight, meet Twilight

“I don't know what to tell you,” Some female voice echoed in a world of darkness. “You saw the test results. She's you, right down to the core, but her cells are less than a day old. And the way the genes your bodies weren't using were removed, incomprehensible genetic information stuffed into its place, inactive genes that could do or turn out to be anything... Do you have any idea what that could mean?”

“No,” Twilight's voice echoed. “I've never even heard of this happening before. And my magic still can't read the information encoded in those extra genes of hers. I'll keep her under observation, and I'll call you if I find anything. But... Why me? And why would she end up here-”

And then, while the world stayed black, something... changed. The voices were gone. Explosions, fires roaring, screams, terror, the sound of metal grinding on metal, the sound of metal blades slicing through the air-

Why are we still here? Just to suffer?!”

A pony screamed as she woke up in a hospital bed, sitting bolt-upright and catching her breath. Nurse... uh... Nurse, uh...

Why did she think she knew this earth pony's name, and why couldn't she remember it? And the words said in her dream, why were they starting to fade from her memory, even now?

Anyway, that pink-maned white-bodied nurse watching over the pony in the hospital bed jumped back in shock, and the purple Alicorn with her flinched, and narrowed her eyes with determination. The small green-spiked purple Dragon with her seemed confused, glancing between the bed-pony and the purple pony at his side every so often. A chubby blue-eyed pink Pokemon with a cream-yellow belly was standing around next to the medic, waiting for something.

Oh, and there was a heart monitor slowly beeping, not hooked up to anything. It was just... it was just there. It was just there, right there, next to the bed, as if it was supposed to remind everypony that this was a hospital.

“Hey, Axel Rose?” Twilight asked softly.

The pony in the bed seemed to relax, but her heart was still pounding uncomfortably hard. “Who's Axel?” She asked.

“Lyra, the pony who you met earlier today, thought you said your name was Axel Rose.”

“No, my name is... The pony in the bed said, and trailed off. “I can't remember my name. I know it isn't Axel Rose, though.”

“Oh. Is your name Twilight Sparkle?” The purple Alicorn asked.

“I don't think it is.” The pony in the bed admitted. “That name sounds familiar, but I don't remember where I heard it, or who that is. I know it isn't my name, though.”

“My name is Twilight Sparkle,” Twilight Sparkle explained.

The pony in the bed paused. “Yeah, ok.” She shrugged.

“You're taking this rather calmly,” The nurse noted suspiciously.

“I can't explain it, but this all feels... familiar to me, and not in a good way.” The pony in the bed explained. “It's like I know you two from somewhere, and I liked you. I know you more than her, Twilight. But amnesia... I don't know why, but it feels familiar, too. As if I saw it happen hundreds of times in my old life, whatever that might have been.”

The pony in the bed chuckled softly. “In fact,” she said, “It almost feels like I'm sick of it already. Which is weird. Does this happen to me often, or just to those I knew?”

“I don't know. I-” Twilight began.

“Wait, who's Lyra?” The pony in the bed suddenly asked.

“Lyra's the first pony who found you, when you teleported into Ponyville,” Twilight explained. “She thinks she talked to you, but all she can remember about you is what she thought you said your name was.”

“She has amnesia too?” The bed-pony asked grumpily. “That's such a stupid cliché... Great, ”

“Wait...” The pony in the bed said, starting to shake with a nervous energy that built up inside her every second. “Nurse, quick, give me a mirror. I remember something, and I need... I need to see a mirror, now! A MIRROR, NOW! GIVE ME A MIRROR!”

The nurse looked around frantically, and Twilight made one with her magic, a reflective rectangular surface. She held it up to the pony in the bed, who looked at herself.

Seconds passed, and the pony in the bed stared at her own face for what became ten seconds, and twenty seconds, and thirty. A minute passed, and the pony hadn't moved.

“I'm you.” The pony in the bed suddenly said. “But that's wrong, I'm not supposed to be you.”

The pony heard an echo in his head. A young male voice, furious, shouting to the world, “I am me! Nobody else!”.

”I'm supposed to start changing.” The bed-pony said, continuing to gaze at his face. She began to squint at it, as if she couldn't remember how to use magic. “I have the mirror, so I should see... something, and start changing.”

“Why?” Twilight asked curiously.

“I don't know!” The pony in the bed snapped. “I don't know why, because my head is empty! And it shouldn't be empty, Twilght! All I've got left are, are, I want to say they're disjointed fragments, but I don't even have those! My instincts tell me life shouldn't be so horrible! I remember, I feel, I don't even know what I feel, but my instincts tell me I need to follow up on whatever leads present themselves to me, even if those leads are just things I can almost remember hearing or seeing. I... I want my memories back, Twilight.”

Silence fell, for a few seconds. And then, the pony in the bed went back to looking into Twilight's mirror.

The lavender Alicorn (If you read that phrase too much and you're sick of reading it, find a new hobby, because referring to characters without using their names is a practice at least as old as print itself) got the feeling that unless she did something soon, the other lavender Alicorn would stare at that mirror all day.

“Speaking of changing...” Twilight said, getting the bed-pony's attention. “You can't stay in here forever. I'd be happy to let you stay with me until you remembered more about yourself.”

The pony kept staring at her own reflection. “Thank you,” She said.

“The thing is, you look exactly like me, and this might cause some confusion in town. And some ponies might panic if I tell them an interdimensional amnesiac Alicorn princess just like me showed up one day. I could ask Rarity to help you dye your hair, but a colour-changing spell would be easier, and unlike dye, you wouldn't need to renew it every few weeks. So, I was wondering... Could you let me change the colour of your mane and tail?”

“Only if I get to choose the colours.” The pony in the bed said, and a flicker of a memory rushed through his said. “And don't make me black and red. Or animated!”

“Huh?”

“Another memory fragment feeling thingy,” The bed-pony explained. “Maybe if I get enough of them, I'll be able to piece together who I was. That's what I think, anyway. I don't know if that'll work, but I refuse to give up hope. Not this early.”

Twilight foresaw how that could cause some awkward social situations, and decided to nip that in the bud. “Saying them out loud when only the two of us are around is fine, but if we're around other ponies, try not to do that. Let's not draw too much attention to you, or your origins, until we figure out who you really are.”

“Ok. But why do you trust her?” The bed-pony asked suspiciously, pointing a hoof at the nurse.

“I'm magically bound by the Healer's Oath,” The nurse explained, “I can't harm another living being unless it's to prevent worse harm to one under my care, and I can never harm a living being under my care. That includes harming one's reputation, and doing anything that might cause mass panic.”

“What happens if you try and do that anyway?” The bed-pony questioned.

“I pop like a balloon.” The nurse said simply.

“Ew.” She said, squinting her eyes in angry disgust.

“No, like an actual balloon, full of air. I just... pop out of existence, not leaving behind a single trace that I ever existed.”

“That's messed up.” The bed-pony said with a frown.

“You have to agree to it if you want healing magic.” She explained. “It's a lot more powerful than some ponies might think, and it could cause disastrous consequences if abused.”

“I don't think I'll learn that.” The pony decided.

“I'm going to start casting the spell to change your mane and tail colour,” Twilight said, her horn starting to glow as it jump-started his, “And I'll give you control over what colours you get.”

The bed-pony's eyes widened suddenly. “Check the doorway! You need a guard at the doorway!”

The Nurse was shocked, but Twilight came prepared. Her horn began to glow, and she crafted a “Small” bear-sized Ursa Minor out of her own purple magic. It aggressively watched the doorway, and Twilight looked back to him.

His narrowed suspiciously. “It'll do, but you'll be able to tell if something happens to that thing, right?”

“Yes. Don't worry, nopony here's going to hurt you.” Twilight said soothingly, and she calmed down, staring at his mane in the mirror. She continued to stare as the dark blue colour of her mane, and the two differently-coloured stripes, began to switch colours rapidly, like that effect from classic Windows Movie Maker had been applied to a picture of her, not that she remembered what that was.

When her colours stopped changing, she was the same purple Alicorn he'd been moments before, but her dark blue mane had become the colour of the purple stripe in the real Twilight's mane, its outline changing tones to match this. The new Twilight's two stripes were blue, a dark navy blue stripe near her horn, with a brighter sky-blue stripe at its side. The stripes in her tail copied her new colour scheme and when she suddenly got out of bed, they both saw that the purple star in the new Twlight's Cutie Mark had changed colour, its sky-blue matching her mane's stripe, surrounded by white stars that matched the original Twilight's exactly.

“Recolour...” The new Twilight said to himself, quietly. “I'm a Twilight Recolour... Twilight, can I have a new name?”

That surprised Twilight, because she was about to suggest the same thing. “Certainly. If anypony asks who you are, I'll say you're my cousin, visiting from... Manehattan! You have a Doctorate in... Astral Physics, and-”

“I don't know what that is.” The Twilight recolour said flatly.

“You will. And your new name will be...” Twilight said, and looked her over. Almost every important Unicorn she seemed to meet had a name that was some variation on her own name, and since this pony would supposedly be related to her, this one actually had a reason to have a similar name. “How do you like... Twilight Twinkle?”

“No.”

“Moonbeam Twinklestone?”

“No.”

“Daylight Gleam?”

“No.”

“Bright Spark?”

“Hhhh... uh... super-no.”

“Daylight Sky?”

“No, but I like Sky.” She said. “Sky blue, sky two, wants to be red but can't, not yet.”

Uncertainly, Twilight continued. “Sky... Sparkle?”

“No, the other way around.” The new Twilight said. “No, I'll keep Sky in my head, keep saying more names.”

“Dawn Sparkle?” Twilight guessed.

“Dawn!” The new pony suddenly snapped, before staring up at the ceiling, putting physical effort into trying to remember where he heard that. “Dawn, and Ash, and Misty, and Iris, and, and...”

Her sudden confidence started to wane, and she grew quieter. ”The other one, and... the other ones they're with, and... sandwiches... and rice balls that aren't rice balls... And they want... badgers.”

Realizing how stupid that sounded, she hung her head. “Keep going, please.”

“Sparkling Sky?” Twilight offered.

“Dawn Star.” The new pony suddenly decided, to her surprise. “No, Dawn Starsky. Starsky, stars, starskee and... and... Hhhhuuuusomething. Forget it. Dawn Skystar is my name now! Yes, yes, yes, oh my... No, no, no, no, that's stupid, I'm not doing that again, no no no.”

“Dawn Skystar?” Twilight asked curiously, barely a hoof away from asking who in the hoof that was supposed to be. “What's a Sky-Star supposed to be?”

The answer came to Dawn as easily as she looked out of the window, instinctively knowing where the sun would be, setting her sights for the sun. “THE Sky-Star. The sun.” She said dramatically.

There was a pause, and Nurse Redheart gave Twilight the “Are you sure about this?” look. She wanted to say something about how, until now, she was sure the pony in question didn't have any lasting brain damage, but the oath meant she couldn't.

Twilight ignored her and smiled, because letting an amnesiac who looks almost exactly like you and is at least as strong as you into your home and circle of friends could only end well. “That's a lovely name! Come on, Dawn Skystar. I'll get you some nice books, and a Pokemon, and something to eat, and we can solve this mystery toge-”

The door was suddenly smashed down by a rocket of pink propelled by pure energy, who plonked a welcome wagon down, overcranked it, and rushed through her Welcome Wagon song at 240 beats per minute before finishing on a sliding-knees pose, right as the confetti cannons of her welcome wagon burst open and showered the floor in tiny pieces of multicoloured paper. The rest of her friends rushed through the doorway, some ponies more out of breath than others, and Twilight felt she'd have a lot of explaining to do.

“Or, I could introduce you to my friends, first.” Twilight muttered, facehoofing.