> Stop thinking, and end your problems > by UnonBrony > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Chapter 1 > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Shit!” Shouted Poundcake as he slammed his pencil to the desk. “What the hell is your problem?!” I shouted back at my obliviously loud roommate. “This problem is fucking hard!” he hollers back in frustration. I sigh and trudge over as I had been falling asleep, to help my fallen comrade. “Dude, really it’s just history.” I mumble. “Shut up and tell me the answer smartass.” Bigoted Poundcake “Who was the stallion who agreed to help Lieutenant Shining Armor in the raid of the changelings camp?” I read aloud to him. “Oh for Celestia’s sake it’s Sergeant Flash Century, dingas.” I humorously snarked. “Thank you.” He hummed in a sing-song like voice. “Alright I’m finally going to bed.” I mumbled, almost falling asleep right there. “Okay, I’ll see you in the morning man.” Said Poundcake. I slumped into my rock of a bed and dozed off into what seemed like the worst hours of my life. I’m walking in the cold, dreary, and unusually empty halls of the Canterlot Academy, the school I attend, trotting to my next class. Then I hear a whisper saying “psst, over here.” In a very crackly, and ominous voice. I turn around and nothing is there, so I brush it off and pretend it was then wind when clearly I heard something. I continue my trek down the hall, but it feels like the hall never ends. I hear the voice again and I once again turn around except I do a slow 360 degree turn to make sure there was nothing anywhere, but when I turned back to my previous position there was a large stallion that was very malnourished with skin peeling off his face, and no eyes was staring me in the face with his empty eye sockets. I yelped and turned around and broke out into full on gallop down the hallway. I stopped to catch my breath after a minute or so and to see if I had lost him, but when I turned around it was right there. “What the hell are you?!” I screamed in terror. “Beware your time is near True Luck.” It muttered dryly. “How do you know my name?!” I cried even more terrified. “Awaken young colt, awaken” It said fading away “WAIT HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. The world fades away around me. “Then I woke up.” I told the therapist “Well, that is a very disturbing dream.” Mumbled the therapist “How do you feel?” “Do you think I’d be here asking you if I knew?” I snorted “Listen son, I’m supposed to HELP you I’m not you.” He retorted “Right.” I sighed “Has anything traumatic happened to you in the last year or two?” asked the therapist “Actually yes, my father died in a car accident after I was accepted to the Canterlot Academy.” I replied tensing up, remembering the incident. “Ah, well that helps a lot, so I’m going to prescribe you with a medication for post traumatic stress disorder.” He said strangely relieved “What? But this is only the first problem since!” I said gradually raising my voice “Sir, I’m sorry but we have to take precautions, here you go I’ll schedule you for another visit next week to see how your doing.” The therapist said. I took it out of his hand, mildly irked. “Thanks, by chance what was your name?” I asked “Dr. Hoovesworth, I’ll see you next week True Luck.” I walked out and began my new quest to the pharmacy not knowing why this is happening or how it will affect anything. “Do you have a prescription, Sweetie?” asked the very bizarre looking pharmacist “Yes ma’am, here you go.” I replied, hungry and ready to go home. “Ah mister True Luck, Dr. Hoovesworth just called to prepare us for your arrival.” “Prepare? For what?” I asked curiously “He told us that he doesn’t know what you could do or when so he told us to stay on alert.” She responded cheerfully. “That bastard and that cheerful bitch” I muttered under my breath. I promptly took my medication and left. The first thing Inoticed when I steppd outside was the bright orange sky like a fiery wall. "Man it sure is a beutiful evening" I said aloud to no on in particular. "It sure is." I heard a mare's voice say from just behind me. I quickly turned around to see a Pegasus standing a few inches a way from. She had a white coat, like she had just flew threw a bunch of clouds, A blue mane and tail to match perfectly with a clear sky, and a deep dark set of eyes. "oh dam she's hot." I thought. I didn't know what to say so I stood there like an idiot. "Oh, I'm sorry I interrupted your moment. I'll just be on my way then." she stammered nervously "No! Wait, I'm sorry I just phased out a bit." I managed to spit out. "Oh, well hello I'm Clear skies. And you are?'' she asked. "Well her name is ironic to her appearance" I thought. I slowly looked down a bit to see what her cutiemark was, a gray cloud with a sun rising from behind it, so she's a weather pony. But before I had the chance to contemplate more I got slapped across the face. "You haven't even told me you r name and your already checking me out?" She asked, rather seductively. "Oh no no no no no." I quickly responded. "I was just looking at your cutiemark and I was noting how you were a weatherpony." "Why does everyone assume I'm a weatherpony? I'm a meteorologist." she responded bluntly "Well what's your name, cutie?" she added unnecessarily. That one shook me. "Uhhh, my name's True Luck." I stammered. Right after that she proceeded to look at my cutiemark as well. "Uhh I have to get back to my dorm so I'll see you around." I said nervously as I started to back away. "Oh if you insist." she said handing me a folded up piece of paper "Thanks, catch you around." I said before turning around and running away. "Im terrible with mares." I thought. Soon I arrived at the dorm with a dying Poundcake waiting my arrival. “Dude, I’m starving did you bring any food?” groaned Poundcake “Bro, I’m just as hungry as you are, just eat something from the closet.” I responded. Poundcake got up and opened the closet to see what delicacies were stored inside of it. “There is only freaking ramen in here!” shouted Poundcake, sounding rather disappointed. “And what’s wrong with that?” I asked. “We had it yesterday and th-“I cut him off “The day before that and the day before that, we're in college man what do you expect?” I asked rhetorically. Poundcake looked at me with his puppy dog eyes. “Oh fine! Where do you want to go?” I asked him, not in the mood to force feed him the same food for the fifth day in a row. “Pony Joe’s Donut shop!” Poundcake over enthusiastically shouted. “Really out of all the places in Canterlot you choose a dounut shop?” I questioned. ' ‘Well where else in Canterlot isn’t full of stuck of ponies and expensive food?” he responded. I stopped to think. “You can’t figure out Lieutenant Shining Armor’s right hand man, but you sure can make me speechless. Jerk” I chuckled. “Oiy, it was Sergeant Flash Century just like I told you!” Poundcake lied. “Oh shut up you, let’s go eat.” I responded jokingly. Poundcake and I had known each other our entire life; we know when one another are being serious. That’s probably why we've managed to stay friends so long. For example this morning he was the first person I told about my nightmare, 1: because he was like 3 feet away, 2: He saw me wake up in a fury of sweat and tears. When we walk out the door of our dorm, Poundcake is almost immediately blinded. As he is writhing in pain, I’m sitting thee laughing at him for staying inside all day. But he gets up and we walk to Pony Joe’s donut shop and continue to have a good after noon. We didn't have any work to do when we got home so we both hit the hay. But the one thing that disturbs me, however, is what happened when I woke up.