CYOA: Next in Line

by David Silver

19

Derpy gasps. "Oh! Poor thing."

She reaches across the desk to pat at you with a gentle touch for a hoofed creature. "Well, then the first, obvious, question is this."

Derpy takes a slow breath, then points at herself. She blinks her wide eyes and flashes a bright smile. "Is this the world you want to be on?" She angles her head slightly. "Most of us look like me, um, without the wall eyes, sorry... We're ponies. Um... We do have some dragons, and griffons and things, but you're crossing into pony lands, so mostly ponies."

She takes a slow breath. "So... if you don't like what you see..." She spreads her wings. "Then you're going to see even more of it, so... Let me know! If you don't want to be here, just head over there."

She points to a bright chrome area. "We can send you on your way."

Derpy clops her hooves. "Or! We welcome you as a refugee, and you get to meet so many new pony friends. Which sounds better?"

You:
1) Move on.
2) It's pony time!