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I don’t think you pushed the reply button so i didn’t see this until now. Also, what do you mean by that last part?

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The main character isn’t currently where he is in the story, he’s in the future writing this story your reading now. I was stating that I forgot to mention this in the prologue but thinking about it more, I would prefer I didn’t as I could spoil how things turn out.

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But, how will we be able to tell if he’s in the past, present, or future?

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The story is mainly told in past and honestly might stay in the past the entire time. Also the story is like opening a book and being dragged into the chapter, experiencing it as if it was the present. If we have moments where things are described like me talking about the logistics of the world then we are hearing the voice of current Joey, narrating during the moment. If the story is taking place in the current time you’ll know because I’ll write saying so. To avoid confusion, just assume every chapter is the present.

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So there’s going to be chapters of past, present, and future Joey?

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No future, always present or past. I use the term future to explain where he currently is in relation to the chapters time line. Might catch up to him currently or might not depends on how I feel things should go

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Ohh. So if/when we do catch up to him will you transition back and forth between past and current or on eve we catch up to current it’ll stay there?

“Twilight I touched that ponies magic, I probably made him sick! I fucking killed him...” I sink to the floor with my head in my hands. “I’m a murderer, I knew better then to not wear the stupid collar but I was too selfish about being uncomfortable” My voice is barely above a whisper.

We don’t know that, yet.

“Spike I think you should go to Rarity’s today” She shoos him off away from the bathroom door.

Why can’t spike be there?

“Joey, Pinkie planned a moving out party for you today, it was supposed to be a surprise. If your not feeling well enough I cou-“

If it was supposed to be a surprise, then why tell him?

Complain, fuck up, and make everything worse for all these ponies... and now to top it all off, I go and get somepony killed

I need to see more evidence. Innocent until proven guilty.

The Princesses... Im not that important but I selfishly want to meet Luna in person. Her presence in my dream brought up so many more questions than answers.

When did he meet her in his dreams?

“Joey... if y-you’d like... um” I look back to Twi, her face still flushed as she stumbles over her words. “Y-You can lay y-your head in my lap...” Her gaze away from me. These ponies sure do like to cuddle.

Ok, I don’t care if she’s a pony, human, or whatever, if I get the opportunity to do this with a girl, I’m taking it.

“I don’t think I’ve been a good enough friend to you honestly... it’s my fault everything has gone so wrong” Twi responds. My eyes remain shut.

She’s not 100% wrong, but she’s also not 100% right.

“That’s a terrible nickname” She whispers right next to my head, her voice tickles my ear. I defend my ear with my hand.

Deal with it, purple.

“Please, if I wanted to bully you I’d do something like... kissing you” She says with a blush.

You know, all of a sudden I wouldn’t mind being bullied.

Twilight continues to scratch my head. “It’s okay to cry Joey” Her words so careful feel like the final blow to the dam holding back my emotions. I fight back not wanting her to see me at my worst. “No matter what happens, whenever you feel like you’ve fallen apart, me and the girls will be here to pick up the pieces, I promise Joey”

This right here, shows that he’s supposed to be in equestria.

I grin leaning in right next to her ear whispering, “I could rub you out” She blushes brightly pulling away. “What? I give great back massages! What were you thinking?” Grinning at her as I say this.

Me and twilight must have been thinking the same thing.

“Yes ma’am!” I salute while getting to work on the ponies back. I’ve had a little practice giving massages with my last relationship but never on a pony. I work away at her back as best I can, my efforts seemingly paying off as she coos against my hands.

Will we get more info on that relationship?

She moans a little as I work at her back, her slip up not really embarrassing but rather satisfying, knowing I’m successful with my efforts. The softness of her fur is wonderful, along with her squishy nerd body, she turns to dough in my hands. It’s somewhat fun working the kinks out of her back, also learning a little on pony anatomy on how her spine is shaped with the muscles in her back. It’s all new to me and entertaining for the moment. After a while she is barely awake, I settle for drawing shapes with her fur, its ability to somewhat hold shape allows for some fun.

Magic horses=Magic fur

Our faces are close, very close. I can feel her breath against my face, my nose almost brushing against her own. We stare into each others eyes for a moment, I feel us both closing the gap slowly. Our mouths almost touch before I move my head past her own to the side, pulling her into a hug. I’m not ready for something like that, I don’t think I ever will. Starting something the way I am now would be pulling someone into my own damnation, making them suffer with me.

GOD DAMNIT!!!

“YA LIKE THAT VARMIT? I KNOW YA KILLED THAT PONY WIT YER VOODOO MAGIC. YUR LIKE THAT ZEBRA ARNT CHA?” The hick pony shouts, spit flying from his mouth as he shouts.

OMFG!!! Does he even live in ponyville?

“Easy! Your going to kill him! I know he’s an idiot but that was insane!” Some stallion with a black coat shouts at me.

WHAT!? He started it.

Another steps in tending to the unconscious pony, it’s a mare, her features somewhat familiar to the hick I had just beaten “You were the reason that pony killed himself I bet, everything was okay round here til you showed up! It’s no coincidence”

YOU WEREN’T EVEN THERE. WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

‘Locals say he seemed to have high spirits in his first day in Ponyville but others say there were signs of something going on after a few days. The stallion Crème Glacée was 28 years old, and has family back in Prance, still not knowing of the news’

Ok, this may be useful.

I get up and head back to the bathroom looking at myself in the mirror. My hair is wild and unkept, a frown adorn my face surrounded by a scraggly beard, dark bags around my eyes and defeat ridden across my slumped form. I punch the mirror where my face resides cracking it, a chunk of glass falling into the sink.

I hope twilight has a spell for that.

You deserve pain for the suffering you’ve caused

Great, now his magic has a voice.

Hanging from the ceiling are balloon letters spelling out ‘we will miss you’ and ‘moving day’. Streamers hang at random from the ceiling support beams along with several balloons of different colors, shapes, and sizes. The kitchen table although small in size carried a large cake taking up most of its space, it’s color white with blue frosting spelling out ‘nice home’. I chuckle at the mild compliment looking to a pile of wrapped gifts just behind everypony near the fireplace. When I say everypony I should clarify, it’s true to Twilights word of the girls and Spike, sadly no Princess. It doesn’t bother me though as I didn’t expect a ruler of the damn world to find time for some aliens birthday.

Wait, do the badlands not exist here?

“S-since were n-neighbors now, d-don’t be afraid to a-ask for help sometimes... if you need to! Not saying that you would ever need help or anything I.. I just” I stop her with my hand.

Ok, he has one of the nicest neighbors in equestria telling him that he can come to her for help. If he doesn’t take advantage of that, and tell her everything that’s going on in that thick head of his, he just doesn’t want to be happy.

“Alright Dash we get it, you got the hots for me no need to yell it out loud. Just go take care of yourself in the bathroom and meet us when you’ve cooled off” She punches my shoulder staring at me with a death glare. The snort my joke draws from Twilight is enough to make it worth it. “Alright how about we break into that cake huh? It looks delicious!”

If she knows what that means, then he’s probably rubbed off them more than I thought.

Everypony grabs a slice and heads over to the living room talking with one another over the recent events in Ponyville or each other’s lives. Dash comes over to me as I sit there listening to Fluttershy talk about helping out her bear friend, sweat visibly leaking down my brow. “Hey” she whispers. I lean my head over to hear what she has to say.

Is he still scared of the bear?

“I heard about the fight that happened earlier, I’m not sure if the others have gotten wind of it but just know if that stallion messes with you again, just tell me and I’ll set him straight” Her voice carries an anger and threatening tone I didn’t think possible of a pony.

It wasn’t even a fight. It was a flawless victory.

The time passes as I enjoy a few glasses from a punch bowl Pinkie brought, it’s light kick telling me she spiked it, what a trouble maker.

Yup, definitely rubbed off on them.

It’s somewhere around 8 o clock where we start to play some card games or tell funny stories of our past, AppleJack, who’s name I now know told an especially interesting story on how she beat Rainbow in their last “running of the leaves” competition.

He didn’t know her name before? Didn’t she introduce herself when they first met?

I continue to open each gift noticing a recurring pattern, each one being helpful with my new home. Fluttershy got me a tool to mow my lawn and other gardening equipment, I explained to her I had no idea how to take care of a garden so she volunteered to help me out one day. Rarity, like she had said earlier did in fact make me another set of clothes, it’s colors more consistent with blacks, grays, and whites. It’ll be nice not to walk around looking so flamboyant for a change. Twilight and Spike got me a bunch of books they knew I’d like based on the genres I would be caught reading, along with a small bookshelf I can put up in my room. Rainbow got me some gym equipment, things like weights, battle rope, and a yoga mat which I had to explain I’ve never done before. Well that’s a lie but it was in high school, she promised me she would teach me some positions another time. Lastly AppleJack got me my very own Stetson, she knew I would come help sometime and had one made with Rarity’s help for when I do.

If I have to die in order to get friends like this, tell them I’m on the way.

She chuckles, “Yes, cake would be her undoing” I laugh along side her. “So what is it that bothers you so? Don’t think you could out wit me Joe, I see your game” I frown.

He thought he was safe. Nice try though.

“You were sad and confused, your sister should have looked to help you rather than banish you. I’m sorry that I can’t understand what you went through but if I could go back in time to stop what happened I would”

No, sad and confused is YOUR situation. Hers was just anger and rage.

“Luna the way you speak is fine, just do what’s comfortable... and I don’t think it was too late” She looks at me confused. “It’s never too late to save anypony” It feels cheesy as it leaves my mouth but the moon princess seems to think otherwise.

Equestria must be rubbing off on him, too.

She places a hoof on my back getting my attention. “To feel beholden is only natural, worrying about trivial things such as this will only cause thou trouble. Learn to ignore this feeling Joey, it will bring nothing but conflict. Instead, know that the ones responsible for this feeling are only responsible for the way they wish to help”

What does that mean?

She cheers before running over and hugging me on two hooves. She holds on for more than a comfortable period of time, her grip pulling tighter when I go to move away. “Just a little more, I need this” I let her hug go a little longer before she pulls away. “Thanks Joey! Now I feel all recharged!” She bounces up and down to prove her point.

I wish my phone could charge that quick.

It’s true when I say that I wouldn’t want it any other way as I needed a change in my life but the people I was forced to leave behind will bother me for sometime, maybe until I die. I had friends I promised to be there for and others that cared about me, so disappearing from their lives without a trace makes me feel guilty even if it wasn’t my fault. I just wished there was a way for me to tell them I’m okay and apologize.

Yikes

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Time to unpack!
6. Although wasn’t a question, I will tell you that it’s not all what it’s cracked up to be, cuddling under some covers is the real deal
21. I don’t know anything about badlands, remember I haven’t watched past season 2 and this was when the show first launched
32. I have no idea what the fuck I wrote there lmao, that’s going to be fixed pronto

I skipped a ton of questions that either have an answer in the previous chapters or is answered in the future, or isn’t important to know like Joey still being a baby about bears. Thanks for reading, I always enjoy your notes!

Pinkie is a changeling, isn't she?
Joe needs help, isolating will not improve things...

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She a bug alright… A CUDDLE BUG

“Guess you could say I’m... from out of this world” (insert sunglasses floating down onto my face)

Y~ow~!!

The flow of the story is getting noticeably better as it progresses, it's always fun to see an author grow into their writing.

That said, the consistent incorrect usage of your instead of you're is bugging me more than it probably should. Perhaps worth going back to correct during some spare time?