> My Unexpected New Lives as a Pony in Equestria > by SketchBPegasus > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Chapter 0: The End...? > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 0:The End...? Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock... I sigh inwardly, bored in class as I wait for the bell to ring. The rain hitting hard against the window as a storm picks up. I look around as I tap my pencil on the table repeatedly, periodically looking at the face of my watch. I then look up to my teacher, who is on her phone most likely not even paying attention to her students. Groaning, I lower my head onto my desk thinking to myself, 'When is the bell going to ring?!' As I mentally curse at how long the bell was taking, I felt a slight nudge on my left shoulder. Looking up, I see it is my good friend Gordon. He's an alright lad, a bit on the eccentric side, though he means well. "Hey Sketchy, what do you think about this?", he says as he shows me his drawing. I look unto the sheet of paper, examining his drawing with a critical look. It was of a green and brown buff looking pegasus, wearing a strange looking armor. To his right was a normal blue pegasus who kind of look thin and feminine with a brown mane and tail smiling and giving the aforementioned pony a hoof bump. Everything looked perfect, except... "It looks nice," I commented "Though I think you forgot your character's other ear." "What? No way!", He exclaims then checks his drawing, seeing that he did forget his character's other ear, he groans and starts drawing it in. I chuckle as I look to him, smiling at his reaction. "You know, it does look really good. Maybe one day you'll be a famous brony artist." "Really?" He asked. I nod and gives him a sincere look. "Heh, thanks man. That means a lot." "It's no problem bud," I say as I look towards the window then grimace. "Eh, looks like I'm walking in the rain.." "Ah, sad man. Eh, won't be that bad right? Don't you just live like two blocks down from school?" I nod, he was right. If I run, maybe I won't get too soaked. As I was about to respond the bell miraculously rang right just then. Most of the student suddenly stand up and rush out the door quite fast, despite the teacher's wishes. I look back to my friend, though I find that he was one of the others who had rushed out as well. I sigh and packed up my stuff before getting up and leaving, waving goodbye to my teacher. I walk alone towards the exit of school, putting my hoodie up as I prep myself for a wet lengthy run. Once at the edge, I look out, sigh, then sprint as fast as I could, running past other students rushing into their cars and running towards the gate. As I reach the door of the gate, I grab onto a pipe and spin myself to the left, running on the sidewalk, passing by many other students. I swerved, quick stepped, and hop to the side as I run by a lot of the other students; doing my best to not slip and fall on the slippery sidewalk as I ran as fast as I could. As I was soon heading towards a four way I tried to slow down my pace. I almost succeeded until I reach near the end of the sidewalk where I slipped and then tripped over myself, sliding into the middle of the road. I groan as I look up towards the sky groggily. The clouds slowly start becoming darker as the bright flashes of lightning and sounds of thunder becomes more frequent. HONK HONK As the sound of a car horn blares, I swing my head to my left and saw a car coming fast. I tried getting up quickly as fast as I could to get out of the way as whoever is driving the car slams on the brakes, the car skidding and sliding on the road still. I slip back down and looks over to the car that was still coming in fast . With fear, anger, and sadness; I yell out and blocked my face with my arms in a futile effort to protect myself as it seems all too late. “Please goddesses no!” I screamed before I heard a loud bang and everything turns white. > Chapter 1: The Beginning...? [Edited] - Due for a Rewrite > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1: The Beginning…? I awoke groggily, groaning as I slowly stretch out my aching body like a cat, letting out a tired yawn as I do so. My body ached; feeling like it got rammed by a truck. It took me a few minutes to finally wake up my mind fully and take in my surroundings. "This... This isn't my room.." I sat up and looked around, I was not in my room, nor my house. I was in a forest somewhere. This was a problem. Not because I was not in my house and in a forest, just that there are no forests where I lived. "Where the hell am I?!", I screamed out as I tried to get up on my feet, only to fall over onto my rump. Confused, I looked down at myself... Only to see a body with a blue coat, hooves and a brown tail, wearing my black leather jacket and steel colored jeans. I stare down at my body in confusion, not believing at what I was seeing. "T-this can't be happening... T-this-," Then something clicks in my head. "This is all a dream! That's gotta be it!" I then slowly get up, slightly wobbly on all four. "This is all just a dream. A lucid dream! All I have to do is wait and wake up,” I told myself with mild confidence. I looked around in the dark, dank forest. To my side I noticed my black and green school bag. Curious, I reach for it and pull it over, opening it and taking inventory. "Huh, all of my stuff is here..." I start taking things out of my bag one by one, first my tablet, then my computer, my solar charger, my 4 boxes of chocolate flavor Calorie Mates(Best things ever), my satchel bag full of random assortments, and lastly my books for school. I then pause as I look to the box of Calorie Mates. 'I could read that...' I was able to read the label on the boxes... I then looked over to my school books and noticed that I could read the cover of them too. "T-this could be nothing, maybe I can read things in my dreams.." Still unsure though, I looked down to my hand- no my hoof and brace myself before slapping myself in the cheek as hard as I can. "OW!" I rub my cheek to soothe it, hissing in pain. I then pause once again, "I-I felt that... I-I... This is not a dream!" I then look up and all around, I really am in some forest in a body of a pony. An idea came to my mind and I then looked over and grabbed my tablet, clicking it on and struggling with my stylist, I go to the camera app. The first thing I saw was a familiar blue face with violet eyes, a groomed mane, and a gold band ear ring on my right ear. "I-I'm my own pony oc..." I then gasp as I finally just notice the sound of my voice, it sounded way too high to be my own voice, and too feminine for what I thought of Sketch's voice would be. In a shot of fear I quickly look in between my hind legs. Then groan as I remember I'm still wearing my jeans. Fumbling around with the button, I was soon able to unbuttoned them and slide my jeans down a bit. I would sigh in relief as I saw what I wanted to see. Confirming that I am still a man... Stallion... After pulling up and buttoning up my jeans, I sit on my haunches, and try to think up of why I am here and how I got here. 'What happened..? The last thing I remembered was..." I pause for a moment as I try to remember. Soon My eyes goes wide as I slowly start remember what happened. "D-did I d-di-die..?" I stammered, not wanting to believe it. "Oh goddesses, please no... P-please tell me it's not true.." I look around as my eyes starts tearing up a bit, trying my hardest not cry as I think back to all that I have lost.. My friends, my family, and my dreams... As I sniffle and hold back a sob, I then had a thought, 'If I've died, does that mean this is heaven..? H-hell? Maybe even purgatory..? O-or.. is this a new world..? Equestria maybe..? And if so, why am I here?' As I shakily get back up onto my hooves, I would soon replace my belongings back into my bag, zipping it up, and placing it onto my back. It felt awkward on my back as the bag was not made with a pony's body in mind. After wiping my eyes, I look around once more. "I b-better leave..." I said to myself. ‘If this place is what I think it is, I better get out of here before something or someone undesirable finds me.’ Just as I thought that my ears turn to a sound to my left. I looked over and saw two glowing yellow eyes staring at me. For a moment there, I froze in fear as I look towards the yellow orbs. The sounds of growling snapped me out of my trance, and before anything else could happen, I quickly turn tail and ran as fast as I could. Nearly tripping over myself a few times. The sounds of wood thumping the ground behind me echoed through the forest pretty loudly. Looking back and nearly stumbling over myself, I see a creature made of wood in a shape of a wolf running towards me. 'A timber wolf?!' I then looked back in front of me as I continue my run, nearly gagging on the horrendous smell coming off from it. The show does not give the smell it's justice, it smells like rotting wood, sap, and death. I had to do something quick, if I don't I might just end up as plant food. I looked around for something I could use, but there was nothing, but rocks and trees. Then up ahead I then noticed a low hanging branch. Thinking back to the show and praying to any divine beings out there that this would work, I ran towards it I grabbed the branch in my mouth and pulled it as I ran, letting go not too long after, and letting it swing behind me. I heard a crash and the sounds of a pile of wood falling behind me, looking back I confirm that is what it was. The Timberwolf was in pieces. Stopping and letting out a victorious laugh, I then stumble and start panting a bit from all the running and exertion. I look around once more and notice a trail leading to the outside of the forest. "Hahaha! Auf Wiedersehen Everfree!" I exclaimed, as I walked the trail outside, humming a tune as I walk into the bright light outside the forest. > Chapter 2: Ponyville [Edited] > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 2: Ponyville As I walk out of the forest, I block my face with my hoof as the bright light of the sun blinds me for the moment. "Whoa, it's certainly much more brighter here and a lot more colorful than at home.." I look around to survey the area, noticing a small town nearby, filled with thatch-roofed houses and a big crystal tree in the middle. If I were to hazard a guess, I’d be saying that is most definitely Ponyville. I look to my left and notice a stream heading to a homely looking cottage with a lot of animals nearby. "Must be Fluttershy's home," I muttered. "I wonder if I should see her first." I look up in thought before shaking my head. 'No, I'm just a stranger to her and she would most likely be shy around me.' I then look to a dirt path heading to Ponyville. With not much to do and nowhere to go, I trot along the path at a brisk pace. Getting this walking on all fours down pretty quick. “This place looks so much brighter and more colorful than my home… Smells a heck of a lot cleaner too.” I then look down as a thought comes to mind. ‘I won’t be able to go home am I?… If what I think actually happened and I died, then going home isn’t my biggest issue…’ I sighed sadly and continue on, looking at the dirt path, following it where it may lead me. ‘I’m here in Equestria, which is great… But at the cost of what? My home, my friends, and my family I lost… Gees… I do hope they’ll be fine without me.’ I look up after that, trying to put on a smile as I get close to town. ‘I should try to cheer up… I’m here in a world that’s full of nice peo-... Ponies. Hardly any conflict, wars, and bigotry. It’s certainly a lot better than Earth,’ I look around at the buildings, “It’s really nice here.. Very… Homey and quaint.” Once I was in town I noticed that there were many ponies around doing their own things. I saw the Flower Trio at their stand selling many types of pretty(and tasty looking...) flowers. I saw a few of the pegassi moving the clouds above. Some even busting some of the darker ones, turning them into a fine mist of water as they got busted. I even saw Big Mac at the apple stand, selling some apples to Cheerilee. ‘Hm, I wonder if the looks they give each other are just jokes since Mac is dating Sugar Belle.. Oh well’ I then continue on, holding in my fangasm as I see a lot of the background ponies I see in the show. Question is.. Where’s the Mane 6? I stop as I see a mint green pony with a dual color mane and tail and a lyre as a cutie mark. Holding in my excitement the best I could, I walk up to her calmly and gently tap on her shoulder to get her attention. “Excuse me miss, do you know where the ma- uh I mean the Princess and her friends might be?” I asked, stopping myself from calling them the Mane Six here as I don’t think the ponies here know them as that. Lyra looks to me and smiles, taking some time to think before replying, “Oh, I believe they went on a train ride to some town out in the middle of nowhere not to long ago, something about a mission or something.” I give a pause as that makes me think. 'Is this not during season 7? Am I at the start of season 5? Oh yikes.. If that is so, I wonder if I can do anything. Change stuff or..' I think over as I look up in thought. Lyra would looks me over and smiles even more “You’re new here aren’t you?" She says, knocking me out of my muse. "The name’s Lyra, Lyra Heartstring.” She holds her hoof out to me, in which I met with mine in return. For a split second I almost said my human name, which didn't sound too pony, so I then quickly switch to my OC's name. “Um, my name’s Sketchiana Jaiden Board, but my friends call me Sketch or Sketchy.” Lyra giggles and lowers her hoof. “Nice to meet you Sketchy. So, what brings you to our small little town?” she asked before noticing the backpack on my back, “Oh, are you moving here? If so, better be ready for when Pinkie Pie hears about that.” I smile and look up in thought about the idea of living here. ‘It would be interesting… Especially with Ponyville being the hub of weirdness going on…’ I then look back down to Lyra before replying, “I may think about it. I’m still exploring around though, getting my bearings of the place.” I explained. Thinking about it, I do need to think of a place to stay. I can’t just be wondering all of Equestria without a home or base of operations... Maybe just a small nice home with all the necessities a single pony will need. But to first get any of that I need money… Bits. I’ll need to find a job… “Anyways, I have to head off. Other things I need to do. Thank you once again Ms.Heartstrings.” I give a courteous nod then turn to walk away. “Oh uh, no problem! By the way, if you do decide to stay, maybe come around my place sometime!” She waves to me as I leave. Looking back to her, I reply, “Will do!” Looking back in front, I smile as I start to plan for what I need to do to get a place to stay. Ponyville, despite having a lot of weird things happening in it, looks like it could be a nice place to stay, and in a way, my home wasn’t too different to here. Living on an island in the Pacific does have its perks... Like the calmness a city tend to not have, a lot of hard outdoor work to toughen anyone up, and the closeness of everyone around you. ‘I might be able to fit in here well.’ I walked into the middle of town and stop in front of a tall official looking building. ‘This must be the Town Hall… looks nicer in real life than in the show.’ I continue my trek over to the building, stopping right in front once I noticed a bulletin board on the side of the building. Upon a closer inspection I noticed it was a board full of jobs, fliers, and signs. “Huh, convenient.” I look at the board, inspecting every job listings for anything I could do for some quick bits. The jobs on here doesn’t seem too hard. There’s one for gardening, there another for helping pull a cart of a heavy load of provisions, and one for painting a fence… Deciding to go for the easiest one, I take the job flier for the fence painting. Reading it over, it says that the paint and brush will be supplied and that the location is 4 house down from Sugarcube Corner. Oh and the pay is about 20 bits… I have no idea how that translate to human money, but I think it could be sensible… I look to the door of Town Hall, wondering if I should check in there first, before pushing it back for the job. ‘I could always come back after I’m done.’ I then look around before taking a big guess of where the confectionery might be and began walking in that direction. ‘Well, here to a start of my unexpected new life as a pony in Equestria...’ > Chapter 3: Work [Unedited] > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 3: Work You know, even after seeing it a lot in the show, SugarCube Corner just look so much more… Real in real life. What I mean by that is, it actually looks like a gingerbread house. Good enough to eat… Man I’m hungry… Maybe after this job I’ll go get something to eat.. Maybe that hay burger Twi- Princess Twilight likes or apples from the apple stand. Soon a thought comes to my head. ‘Huh, I wonder how much my diet changed.. And if I can handle any kind of meat still..’ While pondering on the possibility of the change in my diet, I come to a stop at the fourth house down from SugarCube Corner. It was a nice two story house that was the same white/cream color with purple accents as the other houses with a thatch roof. And in front, is a nice line of unpainted picket fence that surrounds the property. Inside I see quite the bed of flowers, going from left to right in the color spectrum. It looks really nice and whoever had done this must be really good with gardening.  As I get closer to the house, I go up to the door and gently knock on it in a repetition of four times.. Cause everyone knows four is the proper amount a knocks. As I stood there for a  moment, I wonder if I have the right house.. Or if the owner is home. I knock once more and wait once again. “Oh hey, sorry. I’m here!” A voice calls out from behind me. I look back to see an earth pony mare with a pale yellow coat and a duel tone raspberry mane and a rose cutie mark. One of the Flower Trio! Roseluck I believe is her name. As she comes up to me, I nod to her in a greetings. “Uh, hi there miss. I’m here for the paint job you listed,” I said as I show her the flier. She looks to it and nods before looking back up to me.  “Oh sweet, I was wondering when somepony was gonna take that job. Anyways, thank you for coming. I’m Roseluck!” she holds out her hoof for a hoofshake. “And you must be new here, because I don’t think I’ve seen your face around here before.” I gently put my hoof to hers and shake it as I nod to the statement. “Nice to meet you Ms. Roseluck. Also you’re right, I just got here today. The name is Sketchy.” After the hoofshake, I then pull mine away and look to her.. She was… easy on the eyes. What I mean by that is, her color wasn’t too.. Out there, compared to other ponies in town. “Anyways, the paint is in the back. I’ll go get it for you.” She said before heading off to the back to grab the aforementioned item. I stood by the door, waiting and looking out to the fence as I size up the amount I will have to paint. Thankfully, it wasn’t so much and should be done in about two to three hours. Thirty minutes to an hour drying time per coating and since these fences are unpainted wood, it will need three coats. As I continue planning and looking at how long the fences were, Roseluck would come back not to long after with the paint and brush in tow. She would place it down before me then look to me with a smile. “I hope this is enough for the fences.” She asked as she looks back down to the two paint cans. I look to the two sizeable paint cans and nods before looking back to her. “Yeah, these two should be the perfect amount for your fences. I’ll get to work on them right away.” I would then take the paint and brush and head over to one side of the fence, placing them down and opening the cans up with only mild difficulties.  I would then pause as a thought comes to my mind, ‘How in the HAY am I supposed to hold this?’ I wondered as I looked down onto the paint brush. ‘I mean, I think I remember a pony holding the brush with their hoof.. But then, was there also those who used their mouth? Or was that just for writing..?’ I thought for a bit before deciding to just bite the bullet and taking hold of the brush with my hoof. ‘It feels a little awkward holding it with my.. I believe my wrist? Oh, I should maybe try and learn how ponies do things and hold stuff so I don’t embarrass myself in front of others..’ After some minor adjustments to the grip, I would then dip the brush in the paint before starting my first coat on the fence. Going slow and gentle as to not mess up or let the brush fly out of my hoof. I would be able to easily set an even coat from one end to the next on both sides within about fifteen minutes, taking two minutes extra to check and make sure both sides are ok, before letting them dry. After stepping back and admiring my work, Roseluck would walk up to me with a glass of ice tea. Handing it over(or is it hoofing it over now?) to me, and after I give my thanks, she would then looks over the fence with a smile. “Wow, it’s already looking much better now.” She would then look back to me before asking, “Have you done work like this before”? I took a sip of the tea, smiling and savoring the sweetness of it, I would then look back to her and nod before replying, “Mmh, yes I have. Back home I would help others with a lot of jobs and chores like this before. Lots of lifting, painting, and so much yard work.” I smile at that, as I remember all the times I’ve helped my uncles, cousins, and neighbors with all of the work they needed. It was mostly all yard work though, so something like this I was pretty use to.  Roseluck would smile at hearing that, before looking over my attire for the first time. “Oh, um, interesting wears. Canvas jeans and..” She pauses as she then notice the material of my jacket, “Is that.. Leather?” I would look down to my jacket a bit confused by her tone, before quickly getting it. ‘O-oh right! Leather is skin to them!’  I look back up to her and wave my hoof before quickly adding, “N-no, it’s not the kind you think! It’s faux leather! Synthetic!” I take a breath to try and calm down, as Roseluck would look a little more at ease. “I-I don’t think I would be able to wear some real leather.. T-the thought of it you know?”  I didn’t actually mind wearing real leather, if I could afford it, but I doubt “Sketch” the pony would be able to wear such a thing. Especially since here, cows are sentient.. She would nod and then quickly apologies, “I-I understand and I’m sorry if I may have insulted you o-or insinuated that you could wear s-such things.” I would sigh and nod before replying to her, “I-it’s alright. I guess I should get use to pe-ponies thinking I would wear such things..” I huff, mostly in annoyance at myself as I nearly saying people. I look down to my jacket a bit, before unzipping it, taking it off and placing it within my bag. Now I’m in a white dress shirt I had under my jacket and my grey canvas jeans. It felt pretty chilly out.. Much colder than back home.  “Anyways, I should let this paint dry. It should take about fifteen to thirty minutes more,” I said to her as I look over the fence. I then continued with, “and after that, two more coats of paints, and I should be done.” I would look back to Roseluck and then decide to ask. “By the way, do you know of any place that is renting out? Homes, apartments, or..?” She would look over to me and try to remember any that she knows of. In less than a minute, she would reply with, “There is a small house near the edge of town I know that is being rented out. Two bedrooms, one being the master bedroom, one bathroom, a kitchen, and a living room. It’s going for pretty cheap actually, 10 bits per month. Nopony knows why it’s so cheap, but nopony seem to want to find out. You could find out more if you want at the Town Hall.” I would nod over the information and look to her. “Thanks, that will be useful.” After awhile, I would continue on with painting the next coat. The next hour and a half going smoothly and quiet.  After it was all done and finish, I helped put the remaining paint and the brush away. Roseluck coming over to me and handing(hoofing?) me a pouch with the bits inside. “Thank you once again and here you go. The payment as promised. Also a bit extra.. As a welcome gift.” I would take the pouch and nods to her. “Thank you.. And um, if you need any more help, don’t be afraid to ask alright?” I said as I then put the pouch in my front shirt pocket. She would nod and thank me once more. “Alright, thank you, and good luck getting that house Sketch.” I would nod to her, waving goodbye as I pick up my bag and start heading to the Town Hall.  With some bits and information about a nice cheap place, seems like I will be set a bit for the month. I just need to find a steady job, or keep working a few more odd jobs for a few more days. I look up to the sky and see it’s just about turning into the afternoon. I start picking up the pace as I hurried over to the Town Hall. ‘I just hope they don’t close early..’ I keep my pace as after a few minutes, I would soon arrive in front of the Town Hall once again. Sighing as I see it’s still open, I brush my mane back with my hoof and walk up to the door. ‘Alright, let’s do this.’  I would open the door and walk right into the official building. Thinking to myself, ‘ I just hope it doesn’t take too long..’ > Chapter 4: Home? [Unedited] > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 4: Home? Sketch would be writing into a book, struggling as he slowly move his hoof to try and write the words of his thoughts. Written in barely legible English print, his book would read. Day 7 of living in Equestria. Hello... Whoever is reading this. Sorry for my hand writing.. Well hoof writing. I'm not used to writing things with my hooves... Or even writing with a quill... A pause in writing as the ink seem to fade. Which is annoying to write with. I swear I don't envy the writers of old humans back then. Cause having to dip the quill every so often is annoying. Not like anybody anypony is going to read this anyways. Apparently English and "Ponish" is very different in writing. Which is confusing as I am able to READ Ponish, but I can't seem to write it. I'm pretty sure it's something to do with magic or something. In other news, I was able to rent out this nice house near the edge of town. Apparently the reason why it's so cheap is because it's very close to the EverFree, Everfree? I don't know which way to write it and I can't erase that. Anyways, back to the subject of the house, the rent was ten bits, but the deposit was thirty. Thankfully the extra that Rose gave me was twenty. Which left me with ten bits left over. Once I was able to move in; which thankfully didn't take to long since I only have the clothes on me and my book bag; I immediately went out scouting for more jobs at the job board For the past six days I've been doing nothing, but the random odd jobs here and there. Working my ass flank off for most of those days. I've hauled a heavy cart from one side of town to the other for twelve bits, I've helped plant some veggies and fruits in a garden for eight, and I have also helped out a nice elderly mare near town center clean out her attic. I reluctantly took the payment of fifteen bits from her. She was too sweet and reminded me of the elderly woman that lived next door to me from my home back on E I paused for a bit and sighed at the thought of home. Earth... Sorry, I still can't believe it at times that I'm no longer home... I'm no longer a human, and no longer going to see my family and friends. They're just... Gone. Another pause as I sigh deeply once again, rubbing my eyes before going back to writing. Heh, reading all those stories of bronies going to Equestria, people would think it would be a heaven, but they seem to forget all those they would be leaving behind to go here. Most likely also being a nobody or a weirdo over here if they tried to do something... Anyways, I'm getting way off track. Throughout the 6 days of renting this place, I had made thirty five gold bits. Plus my ten left over I had forty five bits. Minus two bits for the three apples a day I been getting for a sorta breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the last six days. And one bit per bottle of water per meal... So I spent about thirty bits... Leaving me with only fifteen bits left.. Looks like I'll be working even more odd jobs for the next few days to maybe even weeks.. I'll have to try and find some sort of permanent job as well to also help pay the rent. Cause if I don't, looks like I'll be living in the streets. Well, here's to hoping I'll be lucky in the future. Tr Sketch signing off. As I put the quill down and cork the ink well, I sigh as I look to my chicken scratch of my hoof writing. "I really going to need to practice writing before anyone else sees this.. also learn to write in.. Ponish," I say as I step away from the desk. Thankfully the landlord furnished this house with some essentials like the beds and desk. If they hadn't I would most likely have been sleeping on the ground. "Also got to save up for rent... and to pay back the landlord for the ink well and quill they left here," I say to myself as I start making a mental list of what to do. Tomorrow I have to go look around for more work... Maybe even check out if the Apple family need any help. Anything just to earn some bits. I yawn as I make my way to the bed, hopping into it and burying myself under the sheets. 'Sweet dreams me... Here's to hoping the next day will be better and... Here's to hoping my family is doing fine without me..' I sigh once more, curling up before slowly falling asleep. > Chapter 5: Morning [Unedited] > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 5: Morning     Darkness… Darkness was all I could see. Just dark nothingness... I couldn’t even hear anything. But then, something in the dark… A small light. No… It’s not small.. It seems to be getting bigger.. Brighter… *SCRRRRRRRRRR-* *CRASH!* *THUMP!*     I was met with the dark quiet once again… but only for a moment, as not too long I would hear something else, something new. *Beep…*     What was it? *Beep…*     There it is again… I don’t know why… but I feel scared, sore, and tired all at once. *Beep...*     The sound… it’s getting slower… Quieter... *beep…*     I feel even more tired… *beep…*     Why… *beeeeeeeeeep….* I jolt awake from my sleep, panting hard as I look all around my surroundings. It would take awhile before I could calm my breathing and start to relax as I noticed I’m still in the bedroom. Sighing, I look over to the wall clock and see that it was only 5:24 AM.  “Ah jeez… Still pretty early…”, I commented as I slowly got up from the bed. After sliding off the bed, I run my hoof through my mane, moving it aside as I wipe the sweat from my forehead. “Stupid nightmares…,” I muttered as I walked into the bathroom.  Without much thought, I stood under the shower, turning the water on to full blast; gasping, and tensing as the cold waters run through my mane and down my coat, washing away all the sweat and grime and waking me up fully from my groggy state. It would take a bit before I get used to the cold water and soon sigh and relax as I wash away most of my worries. As I stood under the cold water, I thought back to the nightmare I had. “Stupid nightmare… that’s the fourth one this week..”, I shuddered and looked down to the shower floor. I still had no idea why I’ve been having those kinds of dreams and nightmares. I mean.. it was obvious that it was about the crash, but I didn’t feel too strongly about it though.  Though maybe that was the reason why? Maybe I just wasn’t coping with my sudden death correctly? But if that is the case, then what am I supposed to feel? Angry? Sad? Hell, was I supposed to feel happy? I just don’t know… I would continue to mope like this for a while before huffing and standing up back straight in the shower. ‘Well, whatever the hell it is, there’s no use in just standing around doing nothing about it… while also wasting water…’ After wiping my face and shaking my head to wake myself up even more, I would finally start to shower and clean myself up the best I could. Already somewhat used to cleaning my new equine body. After I finished washing up, came the annoying part. Drying. I would reach out from the shower and grab a towel from the towel rack, first wiping my face clear of water. Then I would go about drying my body the best I could. Which wouldn’t be that great as once I did a few go overs, my coat still felt wet. After that I would then just wrap the towel around and grab another to attempt to dry my mane. My mane over the past few days grew out faster than I would have ever expected it to. I’m not sure why, as my hair never did that when I was a human. I would just chalk it down to magic BS as I would feel along my mane before grabbing it and wringing out the water from it. Doing that quite a few times as my mane retained a surprising amount of water. After squeezing out all of the water I could, I would wrap the towel around my head and start wiping the best I could. I would dry it for quite a while before just deciding to wrap my mane in the towel and heading back out to the bedroom. I look around the bedroom, noting how bare it was before finding my backpack. I would head over and dig around in my bag before pulling out my satchel. It was a simple grey satchel I used a lot back on Earth. Was good for carrying around stuff that was either to big or bulky for pockets. Opening the main compartment, I would reach in and pull out a black wool beanie cap. Dusting it off and admiring my oldest hat I ever had. It was one of my favorites that my mother got for me one Christmas. I would wear it almost anytime I could. Except during school because of the stupid ‘no hats’ rule they implemented. I would continue to admire it for a bit before taking off the towels and putting my beanie on. It fitting like a glove, despite the change in body shape. I would then look away and towards a mirror in the room, admiring and checking myself out. Turning from side to side to see more of my own body. It was weird looking into a mirror and seeing… well something you haven’t seen in all your years of looking into a mirror. I still half expected to see a tan face looking back at me when I look towards the mirror. Except, I see a blue pony with a very expressive face. I would also frown as I keep looking as I see things I still didn’t expect of Sketch. When I first imagine my own oc, I drew him to be well.. a normal, average stallion. But what I see in front of my isn’t what I though of Sketch. The figure in front of my was shorter than I expected, face smaller and mare like, including his-… my lithe body. Hell, even my own voice… Sketch was to have a normal average stallion voice, with maybe a bit of a Scottish tinge to it… but when I speak, what I hear instead is a softer, somewhat young feminine voice. If it wasn’t for that ONE thing, I would’ve thought I was turned into a mare… Sighing, I put those thoughts in the back of my head as I think about what I should do today. I nearly cleared up the bulletin board of all of the jobs posted there. The last few needing some pony more experience or of magical prowess, which I don’t have any of. “I seriously need to find some sort of permanent job soon…” I stretch out and start walking out into the living room, bringing my satchel with me and my bit purse. The house itself was furnished with the bare necessities, a living room with 2 couches and a coffee table by the fireplace. The kitchen itself has a nice sized fridge and stove, but a small dining table with only two chairs. Which I didn’t mind as I didn’t think I’d be bringing others here. I would look up to the clock and grimace as I saw it was already almost 7:30. Sighing, I walked over to the door, looking at my jacket as I contemplated bringing it with me before soon deciding against it. I would prepare myself before opening the door and walking out into the cool morning of Ponyville. “Hopefully today will be a lucky day…” > Chapter 6: (Need Name Soon) - Edited > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 6  Sketch stepped out of his house, inhaling deeply as he surveyed his surroundings. The early morning in Povyville bustled with ponies hustling to work, the market, and foals heading to school. Beginning his own journey, Sketch headed towards the town center to check for new job postings on the town hall bulletin board. As the morning sun still graced the sky, a tired yawn escaped Sketch’s lips, his eyes shutting momentarily and almost leading him to collide with Rarity. Rarity steps back gracefully, her eyes widening in surprise. “Oh my stars, darling! Watch where you’re going!” she exclaims in her melodious voice, a hint of irritation mixed with her usual elegance. She quickly composes herself, however, and offers a gracious smile. “But no harm done, I suppose. It is a rather bustling morning, after all. How are you faring on this fine day?” Sketch would stumble back before profusely trying to apologize as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes “Oh my, I’m so sorry miss! I guess I really  need to wake up before I trample someone. It’s just so early in the morning, and I just moved here recently so I’m trying to get used to a new sleep schedule and all..” Rarity raises an eyebrow, her initial irritation giving way to curiosity as she listens to Sketch’s explanation. “Ah, I see,” she muses with a hint of amusement, her voice softening. “Well, I must say, you do seem rather new to our dear town of Ponyville. Moving can indeed disrupt one’s routine.” She offers a sympathetic smile and gives a delicate wave of her hoof. “No need to fret, dear. Accidents happen. And might I say, welcome to Ponyville. I am Rarity, and it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Sketch would look to her with a tired smile before taking off his black beanie cap and giving a gentle and small nod. “It's nice to meet you Miss Rarity. My name is Sketchiana Jaden Board, but my friends call me Sketchy.” He would replace his cap and look at her once more. Rarity raises an eyebrow in mild intrigue at the name. “Sketchiana Jaden Board, you say? What a truly artistic name. And ‘Sketchy’ is quite charming indeed,” she comments with a gracious nod, a glimmer of interest in her eyes. “As for the early hour, well, it appears our unfortunate meeting is a testament to the saying that the early bird catches the worm, or in our case, perhaps an early encounter with a fellow pony.” She chuckles softly, the sound delicate and ladylike. “Might I ask, Sketchy, what brings you to the lovely town of Ponyville?” Sketchy would rub the back of his head as he tries to think on what to say “Oh well… There wasn’t really much of an option for me really. Some things happened back home and I just kind of decided to move on and decided to stay once I got here.” Rarity’s eyes soften with a mix of sympathy and curiosity as she listens to Sketchy’s words. “I see,” she says gently, her voice laced with understanding. “Life has a way of guiding us to new places, doesn’t it? Sometimes the unexpected circumstances lead us on paths we never thought we’d tread.” She gives a thoughtful nod, a hint of warmth in her expression. “Well, Sketchy, I do hope that Ponyville proves to be a welcoming and pleasant place for you. Should you ever need assistance or perhaps a taste of the local fashion, don’t hesitate to ask.” She flashes a charming smile, her eyes reflecting a genuine sincerity. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a prior engagement at the castle with some dear friends. Perhaps our paths will cross again in the near future.” He would nod to her as he gets ready to move on as well “Alright Ms. Rarity, thank you for the offer and should we meet again, hopefully it isn’t when I bump into you due to early morning tiredness” he let out a light chuckle before looking up to where town hall may be. Rarity nods and smiles appreciatively at Sketch’s words. “Indeed, let’s hope for more graceful encounters in the future,” she says with a chuckle. Sketch’s gaze follows her as she heads towards the castle. With a brief nod to himself, he turns his attention to the direction of the town hall, ready to continue his day. As he walks, he can’t help but marvel at the charm and uniqueness of Ponyville, a place that has become his unexpected new home. —--------------------- Continuing his journey through Ponyville, Sketchy arrives at the bustling Apple Stand. The morning sun casts a warm glow over the scene, and Sketchy’s gaze settles on the tempting array of bright red apples. As he approaches the stand, he notices both Applejack and Applebloom working together to set up the display. Sketchy’s gaze flickers between the two, his more reserved nature making him slightly hesitant to intrude. Applejack, focused on her work, glances up and gives a friendly nod. “Mornin’ there,” she greets, her voice carrying the characteristic earthy warmth of the Apple family. “New in town?” Sketchy gives a slight nod, offering a small smile. “Yeah, just moved here recently,” he replies, his tone quiet but polite. “I’ve heard good things about the apples from Sweet Apple Acres. Mind if I buy one?” Applebloom, who’s been arranging the apples with care, chimes in. “Sure thing! Help yourself,” she says, her cheerful demeanor making Sketchy feel a bit more at ease. “Name’s Applebloom, by the way.” Sketchy picks out a firm apple from the display and glances between the two Apple family members. “Nice to meet you, Applebloom,” he replies, his tone soft but genuine. “My name’s Sketchy.” Applejack offers a warm smile as she continues her work. “Well, Sketchy, enjoy that apple. And if you ever need anything else from Sweet Apple Acres, don’t hesitate to ask.” Sketchy gives a nod of appreciation and starts to retrieve the bits from his bag. “Thank you, Applejack. I appreciate it.” Applebloom grins. “You’re welcome! We’re here most days, so feel free to drop by anytime.” With a quiet “thank you,” Sketchy exchanges his bits for the apple, tucking it away in his bag. As he takes a bite, he watches the Apple family work together, feeling a sense of warmth and community he’s beginning to appreciate in his newfound home. After exchanging pleasantries and acquiring his breakfast apple, Sketchy watches as Applejack finishes her task at the stand. With a nod and a friendly wave, she heads off, presumably on her way to the castle. Sketchy takes a thoughtful bite of his apple, savoring the delicious flavor as he continues on his way towards the town hall. The early morning activities of Ponyville carry on around him, each pony going about their business with a sense of purpose. As he arrives at the town hall, Sketchy’s gaze shifts to the post board, his attention drawn to the assortment of notices and job listings. He scans through them, his eyes briefly flickering over the options before him. Odd jobs, delivery services, and more, he recalls the variety of tasks he had tackled during his first week in Ponyville. However, before he can delve deeper into the listings, an unexpected interruption occurs. A rush of colorful wings and vibrant laughter fills the air as a trio of energetic pegasi swoop down, clearly engaged in a playful game of tag. Sketchy watches with mild amusement as they dart around, their carefree spirit infectious even to a newcomer like him. Among them is a cyan pegasus with a distinctive rainbow mane, her vibrant energy practically radiating. As she zips past, she spots Sketchy and comes to a hovering stop in front of him. “Hey there! New in town?” she exclaims, her voice exuberant and full of curiosity. Sketchy blinks in surprise at the sudden encounter, his reserved nature momentarily caught off guard. “Uh, yeah, just moved here,” he replies, his tone slightly tentative but polite. The cyan pegasus grins, clearly undeterred by his reserved demeanor. “Awesome! I’m Rainbow Dash, fastest flyer in Equestria. If you’re ever up for a race or some wicked tricks in the sky, just give me a holler!” Sketchy’s lips twitch into a small smile, though inwardly he feels a pang of self-consciousness. He averts his gaze for a moment, an inner monologue forming. I wish I could fly like them, he thinks, but I guess I’ll have to make do with my other skills for now. No need to draw attention to that fact. Rainbow Dash gives a jaunty salute and zips off to rejoin her playful companions. Sketchy watches her go, his thoughts returning to the task at hand. With a determined nod, he focuses on the remaining job listings. Time to find something that suits my abilities, he thinks, something that doesn’t require magic or skills I don’t yet possess. As Sketchy focuses on the remaining job listings, his eyes land on a new posting that he hadn’t seen the day before. The notice details an entry-level position at the Ponyville Mail Service, offering a chance to contribute to the town’s efficiency and perhaps meet some of its residents. He considers the opportunity, the straightforward nature of the job seeming to align with his skills and his current situation. With a sense of purpose, Sketchy sets his sights on pursuing the mail service job. As he starts to head towards the town hall entrance, his thoughts become consumed by the potential of a steady occupation and a sense of belonging. As Sketchy considers the job listing for the Ponyville Mail Service, his thoughts are interrupted by a whirlwind of pink. Suddenly, Pinkie Pie materializes in front of him, her pink mane bouncing with each step she takes. She barely pauses to take a breath as she begins to speak in a rapid-fire, enthusiastic manner. “Hi there! Oh my gosh, you’re new, right? I’m Pinkie Pie, the number one party pony in all of Equestria! I throw the best parties with the tastiest treats and the coolest games, and I bet you’re going to love it here, and oh, there’s this super-duper exciting Welcome to Ponyville party I’ve been thinking of throwing just for you, and I’ve got this incredible idea for a cake, and everyone will be there, and it’s going to be so much fun, but first, I need to gasp, and rush off to the castle to bake the pancakes for my friends, because today’s Pancake Day, and I can’t wait to get started!” Before Sketchy can fully process Pinkie’s whirlwind of words, she gasps dramatically and bounds off, leaving behind a trail of confetti as she goes. In her wake, Sketchy is left with a mix of confusion and astonishment at the sheer energy and excitement Pinkie Pie exudes.  With Pinkie Pie’s enthusiastic words still ringing in his ears, Sketchy decides to follow through on his plan to inquire about the job at the Ponyville Mail Service. He consults a nearby map and navigates the town’s streets until he arrives at the unassuming building where the mail service operates. As he enters, a gentle jingle of bells announces his arrival. The interior is cozy and well-organized, with shelves neatly lined with letters and packages. A few ponies are busy behind the counter, sorting mail and answering inquiries. At the front of the establishment stands an older stallion with a friendly demeanor. His gray mane and experienced gaze suggest that he’s been running the place for quite some time. Next to him is a familiar sight—a mailmare with a distinct cross-eyed expression, her bright yellow mane and bubbly attitude making her easy to recognize. Approaching the counter, Sketchy offers a polite nod. “Hello, I’m interested in the entry-level position at the Ponyville Mail Service,” he begins, his tone respectful but straightforward. “I saw the notice posted outside.” The older stallion offers a warm smile and extends a hoof. “Pleased to meet you! I’m Weathered Storm, and this here is Derpy, one of our dedicated mailmares.” Derpy gives a cheerful wave, her bright eyes meeting Sketchy’s in a friendly manner. Sketchy returns the gesture, his eyes briefly locking with Derpy’s before he turns his attention back to Storm. “I’m Sketchiana Jaden Board, but you can call me Sketchy,” he replies, a hint of nervousness hidden beneath his polite exterior. “I’m interested in the job, and I’d like to know more about what it entails.” Storm leans in, his tone becoming more serious but still warm. “Well, Sketchy, the job involves delivering mail and packages to various places around Ponyville and beyond. It’s important to be organized, punctual, and able to find your way around town. You’ll be responsible for ensuring that each delivery reaches its intended recipient accurately.” Sketchy nods, his determination evident. “I have experience with odd jobs around town, so I’m confident I can handle it. I’m a quick learner and I pay attention to details.” Storm gives a thoughtful nod, his eyes studying Sketchy for a moment. “That’s good to hear. We value reliability and dedication here. If you’re willing to put in the effort, I believe you could make a fine addition to our team.” Sketchy’s heart races with a mix of excitement and relief. “Thank you. I’m definitely willing to work hard and contribute.” Storm extends a hoof once more, this time in a hoofshake. “Welcome aboard, Sketchy. We’ll start you off with a trial period, and if all goes well, we’ll officially bring you on as a mail stallion.” Sketchy shakes Storm’s hoof firmly, a sense of accomplishment filling him. “Thank you, Mr.Storm. I’m ready to get started.” As he leaves the Ponyville Mail Service building with a newfound purpose, Sketchy’s mind races with anticipation for the journey ahead. Little does he know that this new job will lead him to unexpected friendships, challenges, and experiences he could have never imagined. The early morning sun casts a warm glow over Ponyville, and Sketchy takes a moment to soak in the beauty of his surroundings. The bustling activity of the town seems to echo his own sense of purpose. With a determined smile, Sketchy walks down the familiar streets, thoughts of the Mane Six, Pinkie Pie’s parties, and the camaraderie he’ll witness filling his mind. As he gazes up at the clear sky, he can’t help but feel that he’s found a place where he truly belongs. As the day unfolds and Ponyville’s residents go about their activities, Sketchy’s journey in Equestria is just beginning. With friends to be made and a town to explore, he looks forward to the adventures that lie ahead. > Chapter 7: Trial Courier > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 7:  The morning sun rises over Ponyville, casting a warm and welcoming glow. Sketchy awakens with a sense of purpose, ready to embark on the first day of his trial period at the Ponyville Mail Service. As he dresses and prepares for the day ahead, his excitement is mingled with a touch of nervousness. Arriving at the mail service building, Sketchy finds Weathered Storm and Derpy already engaged in their tasks, their efficiency a testament to their experience. He approaches the counter with a mix of determination and curiosity. Storm greets him with a nod and a friendly smile. “Good morning, Sketchy. Ready to start your trial period?” Sketchy nods, his voice steady. “Definitely. I’m eager to learn and contribute.” Storm’s approving smile gives Sketchy a surge of confidence. “That’s the spirit. We believe in hooves-on learning here, so for your first day, you’ll be paired up with Derpy. She’ll show you the ropes.” Derpy, her bright eyes sparkling, bounces over with a wide grin. “Hi Sketchy! Ready to be my co-pilot for the day?” Sketchy returns her smile, feeling an immediate sense of camaraderie. “Absolutely, Derpy. I’m looking forward to it.” Derpy gathers a stack of packages and letters, her cheerful demeanor infectious. “Great! Today’s deliveries are going to be super fun. We’ve got a bunch of stops to make!” Their first delivery takes them to Sugarcube Corner. Derpy leads the way with Sketchy in tow, her easygoing confidence evident in each step. As they enter the bakery, the sweet scent of treats fills the air. Inside, Mr. Cake greets them with a warm smile. “Good morning, Derpy! And who’s this?” Derpy grins and gestures to Sketchy. “This is Sketchy, our new mail stallion.. Sketchy, meet Mr. Cake!” Sketchy offers a polite nod, his curiosity piqued. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Cake.” Mr. Cake’s friendly demeanor puts Sketchy at ease. “Likewise, Sketchy. If you need any help around here, don’t hesitate to ask.” As they exit Sugarcube Corner, Derpy turns to Sketchy with a knowing look. “See? Easy-peasy! Now let’s move on to the next one.” Throughout the day, Sketchy shadows Derpy, watching as she expertly delivers packages and letters to various establishments and homes. He learns the importance of checking addresses, ensuring proper handling of fragile items, and interacting with the recipients. On their second delivery, Derpy hands Sketchy a package. “This one’s an easy one to start with. Just look at the address, and off you go!” Sketchy studies the package and address, his confidence growing. He finds his way to the recipient’s location, a smile forming as he successfully completes his first solo delivery. As the day unfolds, Sketchy begins to feel a sense of accomplishment with each successful delivery. He witnesses the joy on recipients’ faces, whether it’s a foal receiving a gift or a shop owner grateful for their supplies. During a break between deliveries, Derpy turns to Sketchy with a playful grin. “So, how’s your first day going?” Sketchy’s smile is genuine. “I’m really enjoying it. Seeing how much the mail means to everyone and how it brings the town together is pretty special.” Derpy’s bubbly laughter fills the air, and she gives Sketchy a friendly nudge. “And you’re doing great! We’re going to make a fantastic team.” As the day draws to a close and they return to the mail service building, Sketchy realizes that he’s not just embarking on a new job, but on a journey of building relationships and becoming an integral part of Ponyville’s vibrant community. Storm approaches with a smile, his approval evident. “Well, Sketchy, how was your first day?” Sketchy’s gaze shifts to Derpy, gratitude shining in his eyes. “It was incredible, actually. I’m learning a lot from Derpy.” Derpy’s eyes twinkle with satisfaction. “And he’s a quick learner! We’re going to make a great team.” As Sketchy settles into the rhythm of his new role, he can’t help but feel that he’s found his place in Ponyville. With each delivery and every connection formed, his adventure in Equestria becomes more rewarding and fulfilling than he could have ever imagined. > Chapter 8: Snow Joke[Unedited] > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 8: Snow Joke The quaint town of Ponyville bustles with activity as the crisp fall air carries the promise of the upcoming winter season. The streets are lined with colorful leaves, and the ponies are busy preparing for the months ahead. Sketchy’s role as a mail stallion has taken on a new dimension, as the town experiences an influx of deliveries and parcels. The Ponyville Mail Service is a whirlwind of motion as Sketchy and his fellow mail ponies sort through a sea of packages and letters. The anticipation of the changing season has sparked a surge in early orders—unwrapped gifts and purchased items that will soon become the heart of Hearth’s Warming celebrations. Sketchy watches with fascination as Storm expertly directs the process, while Derpy and other mail ponies organize parcels based on addresses and destinations. The atmosphere is one of excitement and purpose, and Sketchy feels a sense of pride in being a part of this intricate web of connections. As the sun sets, casting a warm orange glow over the town, Sketchy and Derpy complete their last deliveries of the day. The early evening sky hints at the winter that is to come, and the air carries a gentle breeze that rustles the leaves on the trees. Returning to the Ponyville Mail Service building, they exchange tired but satisfied smiles. Derpy stretches her wings with a contented sigh. “Whew, what a busy day!” Sketchy nods in agreement. “Definitely. I didn’t expect this level of activity, but it’s a good kind of busy.” Storm approaches with a nod of approval. “You both handled it well. As the seasons change, so do the types of deliveries. It keeps us on our hooves!” With their work complete, Sketchy receives his pay for the day, a sense of accomplishment welling within him. As he steps outside into the early fall evening, he takes a moment to enjoy the cool breeze and the rustling leaves. With the bag of bits clutched in his hoof, Sketchy decides to take a leisurely stroll through Ponyville. The town has a different kind of energy in the fall—a sense of coziness and preparation that’s distinct from the hustle and bustle of winter. As he walks past shops adorned with decorative pumpkins and leaves, he catches a glimpse of movement in the sky—a familiar rainbow streak and a tortoise riding along. He smiles to himself, recognizing Rainbow Dash and her loyal companion Tank. A soft breeze carries faint sounds of conversation from above, and Sketchy can’t help but smile at the scene. He knows that this episode holds special significance for Rainbow Dash, and he can’t help but hope that everything will work out for her and Tank. As he contemplates the events unfolding in the sky, a familiar face approaches. It’s Lyra, a pony he met when he first arrived in Ponyville. “Hey, Sketchy! I remember you from when you first came to Ponyville. How have you been?” Sketchy returns the smile, grateful for the familiar face. “I’ve been doing well, Lyra. Just getting to know life here.” Lyra’s eyes sparkle with curiosity. “That’s great to hear! Anyways, I have to go. I’m grabbing something for BonBon. Don’t forget to come around some time and don’t be a stranger!” She yells out as she walks off past Sketchy. As Lyra continues on her way, Sketchy’s gaze shifts to Rose Luck, tending to her garden. With a friendly wave, he approaches her. “Hello, Rose Luck! It’s nice to see you again.” Rose Luck smiles warmly. “Likewise, Sketchy. How’s your journey in Ponyville been treating you?” Sketchy chuckles softly. “It’s been quite the adventure. I’ve been getting to know the town and its wonderful residents.” Rose Luck nods appreciatively. “That’s good. I’ve heard you also got a job as a courier. I guess I’ll see you around a lot more as me and the girls tend to get a lot of deliveries. Well, if you ever want to help out with another odd job or simply enjoy some tea, feel free to drop by.” With his heart warmed by the interactions, Sketchy realizes that he’s becoming a part of the fabric of Ponyville. His journey continues to unfold, filled with friendships, experiences, and the magic of the changing seasons. As Sketchy finds himself lost in thought while gazing at the sky, he’s interrupted by a sudden commotion. His attention is drawn to Rainbow Dash frantically pulling a lethargic Tank through the air, her wings flapping with determination. A wry smile curves Sketchy’s lips as he muses aloud, “Looks like tomorrow’s forecast is…snow joke.” Internally cringing at the pun he said he would then walk off with a small chuckle. Continuing his stroll through Ponyville, the sight of Rainbow Dash and Tank lingering in his mind. > Chapter 9 Unedited > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 9 The early morning sun cast a soft golden glow through the curtains of Sketchy's bedroom, gently coaxing him from his slumber. With a contented yawn, he stretched and blinked away the remnants of sleep. Today was a day off from his mail deliveries, a rare opportunity to enjoy the tranquility of a leisurely morning. Rolling out of bed, Sketchy padded across the room and cast a glance at the clock. He had no pressing commitments, which meant he could afford to take his time. His thoughts drifted to the events of the day ahead and the gentle excitement of exploring Ponyville without the rush of deliveries. With a warm smile, he decided to start the day with a hearty breakfast. As he wandered into the kitchen, he surveyed his modest fridge, grateful for the food he had acquired. He reached for a bundle of hay bacon and some cheese, setting about creating a comforting breakfast. The familiar aroma of hay bacon filled the air as it sizzled in the pan. Sketchy hummed to himself, his spirits lifting as he assembled his breakfast sandwich—a delicious combination of hay bacon and cheese on bread. Taking a bite, he couldn't help but marvel at the flavors that mirrored those of the bacon he had enjoyed as a human. Savoring each mouthful, he mused aloud, "Who would've thought that hay bacon could be so satisfying?" With breakfast concluded, Sketchy decided to seize the morning with a newfound energy. He headed to his room, ready to embark on a ten-minute flying practice session. Despite his lingering fear of heights, he had been gradually making progress. The moments of hovering and gliding were both challenging and exhilarating, a testament to his determination. Emerging from his room with a light sheen of sweat, Sketchy felt a sense of accomplishment. A refreshing shower was next on the agenda, washing away the effort and leaving him feeling rejuvenated. Dressed and ready for the day, he stepped outside with a renewed sense of purpose. The crisp morning air greeted him as he strolled through the familiar streets of Ponyville. The town was still waking up, the hustle and bustle of the day yet to take full effect. As he walked, his thoughts turned to Rainbow Dash and the day's events. Today was the day she would attempt to keep winter from arriving too early. With a glance at the sky, he contemplated whether he might catch a distant glimpse of Rainbow Dash in action. Settling in a clear area with a view, Sketchy watched the sky with anticipation.  The crisp morning air wrapped around Sketchy as he settled into his spot, watching the sky with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. The gentle hum of activity in Ponyville added a soothing backdrop to the unfolding events of the day. As time passed, the sky remained clear and blue, a stark contrast to the impending winter chaos he knew was on the horizon. The absence of any unusual activity in the sky began to cast a seed of doubt in Sketchy's mind. Was he mistaken about the timing of Rainbow Dash's endeavor? Just as he started to wonder if he had missed the moment, a sudden burst of movement caught his eye. High above, a streak of rainbow colors dashed through the sky, accompanied by the unmistakable whoosh of wind. Rainbow Dash was in action, and Sketchy's heart quickened with excitement. He watched as Rainbow Dash performed a series of intricate maneuvers, her efforts focused on preventing the early arrival of winter. The sky became a canvas for her daring acrobatics, a dance of determination and energy against the backdrop of the clear sky. As the moments ticked by, Sketchy's anticipation grew. He knew that Rainbow Dash's actions would have consequences, even if she couldn't see them just yet. His gaze never left the sky, his attention unwavering as he awaited the next development. Suddenly, a change in the atmosphere caught his attention. The sky darkened, and a gust of wind ruffled his mane. Snowflakes began to drift down, their descent growing steadier with each passing second. The chaos he had been waiting for was beginning to unfold. A wry smile played on Sketchy's lips as he realized that Rainbow Dash's efforts were setting off a chain reaction. Her attempts to undo the disruptions of winter were, in turn, creating their own form of chaos As the snowfall intensified, Sketchy marveled at the transformation before him. The calm and quiet morning had morphed into a winter wonderland, all because of Rainbow Dash's determined endeavors. He watched as the town's residents emerged from their homes, their expressions a mix of surprise and delight. The laughter of foals echoed through the streets as ponies reveled in the unanticipated snowfall. Sketchy's heart warmed as he observed the shared joy of the moment, realizing that even the most unpredictable of circumstances could lead to unexpected moments of connection. And then, in a spectacular display of the unexpected, the sky transformed once again. A colossal snowball rocketed through the air, its trajectory directed from the weather factory. Sketchy's eyes widened as he watched the immense snowball approach with breathtaking speed, a sight that defied all logic. The snowball struck the ground with a force that shook the earth, unleashing an explosion of snow in all directions. The world seemed to vanish beneath the deluge of white, an atom bomb of snow that blanketed Ponyville in an instant. The town was covered from end to end, every building, tree, and street disappearing beneath the mounting snowdrifts. Stunned amazement filled Sketchy as he watched the spectacle unfold. It was as if winter had arrived in a single, extraordinary moment, a symphony of chaos and wonder that left him speechless. As the snow settled, Sketchy's laughter erupted, an expression of pure joy that echoed through the newfound winter wonderland. He had witnessed the culmination of Rainbow Dash's mission, an explosive and unforgettable reminder that magic and surprises were never far in Equestria. The aftermath of the snowball explosion had left Ponyville transformed, its landscape shrouded in a sea of white. He marveled at the sight, feeling as though he had been granted a front-row seat to a spectacle only Equestria could provide. As the snowflakes continued to dance in the air, Sketchy's attention shifted to a figure in the distance. Rainbow Dash, once a blur of colors against the sky, was now descending with a sense of defeat. He watched as she touched down with a mixture of exhaustion and sadness, her wings drooping. Sketchy's heart went out to her. He had witnessed her valiant efforts to prevent the early onset of winter, only for her mission to conclude in an explosive snowfall. He understood the frustration she must be feeling, the sense of a battle fought with little reward. But Sketchy wasn't close enough to offer comfort, nor did he know Rainbow Dash well enough to intervene. Instead, he brushed the lingering snow from his coat and mane, a grin tugging at his lips as he thought about his next course of action. With a determined nod, Sketchy turned away from the spectacle in the distance and began to make his way through the snow-covered streets of Ponyville. The town, now blanketed in a layer of white, was a picture of serene beauty. The laughter of foals echoed from the snow-covered playground, and the distant sounds of bells could be heard as ponies went about their day. As he walked, Sketchy's thoughts turned to warmth and comfort. The chill of the winter air had settled in his bones, and the idea of a steaming cup of hot cocoa was enticing. His mind drifted to Sugar Cube Corner, the inviting scent of baked goods and the promise of cozy warmth drawing him in. Upon arriving at the cheerful bakery, Sketchy was greeted by the sight of ponies huddled around tables, sipping their own cups of hot cocoa and nibbling on treats. The welcoming atmosphere warmed his heart, and he couldn't help but smile as he approached the counter. The familiar faces of Mr. and Mrs. Cake greeted him, their expressions friendly and welcoming. Sketchy's gaze settled on the display of treats, his mouth watering at the sight of freshly baked pastries and confections. With a friendly nod, Mrs. Cake approached him. "What can I get you today, dear?" Sketchy's smile widened. "I'll have a cup of your finest hot cocoa, please." Mrs. Cake's eyes twinkled. "One cup of hot cocoa, coming right up!" With a cup of steaming hot cocoa in hoof, Sketchy settled into a cozy corner of the bakery. The warmth of the cocoa spread through him, chasing away the lingering chill of the winter air. He sipped the rich, velvety drink, finding comfort in its familiarity. Outside, the snow continued to fall, the world beyond the windowpane transformed into a winter wonderland. As he watched the snowflakes dance in the air, Sketchy felt a sense of contentment settle over him. Despite the unpredictable nature of life in Equestria, there was a certain magic in each moment, a reminder that even in the midst of chaos, there was always room for joy and wonder. The cozy ambiance of Sugar Cube Corner enveloped Sketchy as he savored the warmth of the hot cocoa, his gaze fixed on the swirling snowflakes outside. The world beyond the windowpane had transformed into a winter wonderland, a canvas painted in shades of white. As he enjoyed the moment of respite, a gentle sigh escaped his lips. The events of the day, the explosive snowball, and Rainbow Dash's efforts lingered in his thoughts. He wondered what tomorrow would bring, what new surprises Equestria held in store for him. With a satisfied smile, Sketchy finished his hot cocoa and pushed the cup aside. He rose from his seat, the anticipation of the days ahead mingling with a sense of wonder. The possibilities were endless, the path ahead uncertain yet exciting. Stepping back out into the winter air, Sketchy paused to take in the serene beauty of the snow-covered town. The familiar sights of Ponyville were transformed, each building and street illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights. Laughter and merriment echoed from nearby homes, a reminder that even in the face of unexpected chaos, joy was never far away. As Sketchy began his journey back through the snow-dusted streets, his thoughts turned inward. He knew that despite the magic and wonder of Equestria, there were moments when the past resurfaced, memories that lingered in the corners of his mind. In the quiet of the night, as snowflakes continued to fall gently from the sky, Sketchy found himself in his small home. He curled up beneath his blankets, his thoughts drifting to a recurring nightmare. It was a memory he couldn't escape, a moment frozen in time. In his dream, he was back in the human world, the scene familiar yet hauntingly surreal. The sound of faint beeping echoed in the background, a rhythmic sound that sent shivers down his spine. He found himself in a hospital room, surrounded by sterile white walls and machines. The air was heavy with a sense of unease, the feeling of being trapped in a reality he couldn't comprehend. He relived the moment of impact, the screeching of tires, the blinding headlights. The memory played out in vivid detail, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to escape the impending collision. And then, everything went white. Sketchy's eyes fluttered open, his heart racing as he emerged from the depths of the nightmare. He took deep, steadying breaths, reminding himself that he was no longer trapped in that world. Equestria was his new reality, a realm of magic and wonder that had offered him a second chance. As the echoes of the dream faded, Sketchy allowed his thoughts to return to the present. The soft glow of moonlight filtered through his window, casting gentle shadows on the walls. Outside, the snowfall continued, each flake a reminder of the beauty and unpredictability of life. With a sense of resolve, Sketchy closed his eyes once more, determined to embrace the possibilities of the coming days. The past might cast its shadow, but he was determined to find his place in this new world, to uncover the magic that awaited him in Equestria's embrace. The night held its secrets, the dreams of the past intertwined with the promise of the future. As Sketchy drifted into slumber, the faint beeping of the heart monitor faded into the distance, replaced by the gentle rhythm of his own heartbeat, a reminder that he was alive and thriving in a world of wonder. > Chapter 10: a Visitor in the Night > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 10 The night held Ponyville in a gentle embrace, the soft glow of moonlight casting shadows that danced across the landscape. Inside his small home, Sketchy lay beneath his blankets, his breathing steady as he drifted into a world of dreams. As his mind slipped into slumber, a shift in perspective swept over the scene. Sketchy's sleeping form was bathed in a faint ethereal light, and a presence seemed to linger nearby—an entity of warmth and benevolence. A voice, soft and gentle yet imbued with power, resonated through the space. "You are not alone, young one." The words echoed through the realm of dreams, carrying a sense of reassurance and guidance. The disembodied voice held a feminine quality, a presence that seemed to radiate comfort. The figure stepped closer, her form outlined by a soft, radiant glow. She exuded an aura of wisdom and kindness, her presence both comforting and awe-inspiring. Her appearance bore a resemblance to a certain icon of Equestria, a being whose influence and creativity had shaped the world Sketchy now called home. "Hello, Sketchiana Jaden Board," the voice spoke, the words imbued with a touch of amusement. "Or should I say, Sketchy?" As if in response to her words, a smile tugged at Sketchy's sleeping features. His dream world seemed to be shifting, responding to the mysterious presence before him. The radiant figure continued to speak, her voice carrying a sense of familiarity. "You have journeyed far, traversing the realms to find yourself here in Equestria. Your path has been marked by discovery, joy, and a sense of wonder." Sketchy's dreamworld shifted, memories and emotions intertwining as if the threads of his past were being woven together anew. "But remember, young one, that life's journey is not without its challenges," the figure continued, her voice a soothing melody. "Just as the sky has its clouds, you too will encounter moments of uncertainty." Sketchy's sleeping form stirred, his brow furrowing as he seemed to sense the presence of the enigmatic figure. The voice, now softer, continued its ethereal chorus. "Challenges are the threads that test the strength of your tapestry, shaping you into the pony you are destined to become." As if guided by her words, the dream world shifted once more. Sketchy found himself surrounded by a constellation of stars, each one a shimmering reminder of moments he had experienced. "Embrace the challenges, for they are the embers that stoke the fires of your growth," the figure's voice whispered. "Know that even in the face of adversity, you are guided by the stars of your own potential." A sense of understanding seemed to wash over Sketchy's sleeping form, his dream world resonating with the wisdom he was being offered. "You are part of a tapestry, Sketchy—a tapestry that continues to unfold with every step you take. Embrace the journey, for it is a reflection of the magic within you." With those final words, the radiant figure began to fade, her presence slowly dissolving into the dream world. As dawn's light began to seep into the realm of dreams, Sketchy's sleeping form stirred. He felt a sense of tranquility, as if he had been touched by a guiding hand—an otherworldly presence that had offered him a glimpse of his own potential. With a peaceful sigh, Sketchy's dream world shifted once more. The constellation of stars continued to shine, each one a testament to his journey and the threads that connected his past to his present. As the day broke over Ponyville, Sketchy awoke with a newfound sense of purpose. He carried the echoes of the dream with him, a reminder that even in the face of uncertainty, he was guided by the stars of his own destiny. > Chapter 11 > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 11 Weeks had passed since Sketchy's arrival in Equestria, and he had settled into a familiar routine. The rhythm of his days was marked by his work at the mail office, his interactions with the ponies of Ponyville, and the moments of quiet reflection that he treasured. As he went about his daily tasks, there was a sense of contentment that accompanied him. The once unfamiliar streets of Ponyville had become his home, and the faces of his fellow ponies held a sense of familiarity and warmth. Yet, despite the comfort he found in his new life, there were moments when the echoes of his past resurfaced. One such day found Sketchy gazing out of his window, his thoughts drifting back to the family he had left behind in the human world. The memory of his parents, the laughter of his friends, and the simple joys of his previous life tugged at his heartstrings. With a sigh, Sketchy turned away from the window and made his way to the small desk in his home. He sat down, a notepad and quill before him, his thoughts swirling in a maelstrom of questions. Why had he been brought to Equestria after his untimely demise? What purpose did this new world hold for him, and what role was he meant to play? His quill hovered over the paper, his brow furrowed as he tried to put his thoughts into words. It was a puzzle he had been grappling with ever since his arrival—a mystery that seemed to defy easy answers. Equestria was a realm of magic and wonder, a place where the impossible became reality, but even here, some questions remained unanswered. As he began to write, the words flowed from his quill—a mixture of reflection and uncertainty. He penned his thoughts about the family he had lost, the memories that still held a place in his heart, and the enigma of his journey to Equestria. The ink on the paper seemed to capture his emotions, a snapshot of the thoughts that had been swirling within him. As he read over his words, Sketchy felt a sense of catharsis. Putting his thoughts into writing had allowed him to grapple with his emotions, to confront the questions that had been haunting him. He knew that he was not alone in his ponderings, that the ponies around him had their own stories and mysteries to unravel. With a sigh, Sketchy set the quill and notepad aside. The sun had begun to set, casting a warm, golden glow over Ponyville. The beauty of the moment was a reminder that life in Equestria was a tapestry of experiences, each thread woven into a larger narrative. As the day faded into twilight, Sketchy found solace in the simple act of gazing out at the town he now called home. The stars began to twinkle in the darkening sky, each one a reminder of the mysteries that still lay ahead. He knew that answers might not come easily, but he was determined to embrace the journey and uncover the truths that awaited him. And so, as the night unfolded and the stars painted a canvas of wonder, Sketchy's thoughts turned once more to the possibilities that Equestria held.  ———————- The moonlit streets of Ponyville were shrouded in an enchanting silence as Sketchy's hooves carried him through the tranquil town. A sense of curiosity tugged at him, urging him to explore the moonlit night. As he wandered, he found his thoughts drifting toward the mysterious and untamed Everfree Forest—a place both alluring and treacherous. The forest's edge beckoned to him, shadows dancing beneath the silvery glow of the moon. On a whim, he felt drawn to its depths, guided by an unexplainable impulse that seemed to defy reason. With each step into the forest, he entered a realm where magic intertwined with nature, shrouding the land in an eerie and yet captivating aura. As he ventured deeper, the undergrowth grew thicker, and the night air was filled with whispers of ancient enchantments. The path ahead became increasingly obscured, yet Sketchy pressed on, his senses heightened by both exhilaration and a sense of caution. In the midst of his journey, a low growl pierced the stillness, causing Sketchy's heart to race. He spun around to find a pair of eyes gleaming in the darkness, glowing like embers. Panic surged through him, and without hesitation, he bolted into a desperate sprint, the pounding of his hooves resonating in the forest. The creature chased him with relentless determination, its menacing growls echoing in Sketchy's ears. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he raced through the shadows, each heartbeat a frantic rhythm in his chest. His mind raced, and his every sense was consumed by the urgent need to escape the creature's pursuit. In his haste, Sketchy stumbled and fell into a hidden crevice in the forest floor, plunging into the darkness below. Pain shot through his body as he collided with the ground, and for a brief moment, the world around him spun in a dizzying whirl. When he regained his senses, Sketchy found himself in a dimly lit cave, surrounded by the gentle glow of bioluminescent fungi. The air was thick with an otherworldly magic, and his pulse quickened as he took in the cave's mystifying beauty. His heart raced from both the fall and the encounter with the unknown creature. As he caught his breath and took in his surroundings, he noticed an unsettling sight—a skeletal corpse seated against the cave wall. The remains were adorned in an outfit that struck a chord of familiarity deep within Sketchy's mind: a cap similar to his own and a school uniform. His eyes widened in shock as he recognized the attire—it was the very outfit he had worn in his past life as a human. Confusion and unease gripped him as he stared at the skeletal figure, its bones crushed as if it had suffered a fatal impact. His thoughts whirled as he grappled with the implications of the sight before him. Was this some cruel joke or a sinister omen? The lines between his past and present seemed to blur, and a creeping sense of dread took hold. His heart pounded in his chest as he inched closer to the skeletal figure, his trepidation mingling with a morbid curiosity. His gaze locked onto the cap resting atop the figure's skull, its resemblance to his own hat uncanny and unsettling. Sketchy hesitated, uncertainty gnawing at him as he contemplated the meaning behind this eerie tableau. A shiver ran down his spine as his hoof reached out to touch the cap. The instant his hoof made contact, the skeletal figure's bony hand shot out and grasped Sketchy's limb with a bone-chilling grip. A gasp of surprise escaped him as he recoiled in shock, his heart racing as the figure's hand seemed to hold him in an unyielding grip. Just as quickly as the encounter began, Sketchy's eyes snapped open. He found himself lying in his own bed, drenched in sweat and gasping for breath. His heart still raced from the vivid nightmare that had gripped his sleep. He wiped a trembling hoof across his forehead, the unsettling imagery still fresh in his mind. As the remnants of the nightmare faded, Sketchy took a moment to steady his breathing. The feeling of relief washed over him as he realized it had all been a dream—a haunting illusion conjured by his own thoughts and fears. He shifted in his bed, allowing the sensations of reality to ground him once again. Gazing out at the moonlit night through his window, Sketchy couldn't help but feel a lingering sense of unease. The memory of his past life as a human weighed on his mind, a reminder of the mysteries that still remained shrouded in the enigma of his arrival in Equestria. With a determined exhale, he banished the unsettling thoughts and focused on the present. The soft glow of the moon outside offered a tranquil contrast to the turmoil of his dream. As he settled back into his bed, Sketchy whispered a silent reassurance to himself—a pledge to confront the mysteries of his past and navigate the challenges that lay ahead. With that promise echoing in his mind, he closed his eyes once more, finding solace in the gentle embrace of sleep. > Chapter 12: Musings and Mysteries Full Rewrite > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 12: Musings and Mysteries Months later I would find myself resting under a tree deep in thought as I looked out to Ponyville Park, watching as the ponies went by; absent mindlessly tapping my pen into my journal as I pondered on what I should write. Looking back down, I re-read what I had written  already, which really wasn’t much. Day 163 of living in Equestria. Well, just over five months of living here and still I’m no closer to finding out why I'm still here. I’ve been heading by the castle after making friends with the Mane 6 to borrow any kind of books I can from Twilight about magic, portals, and a book from Starswirl the Bearded about alternate dimensions,  Sadly not much was found there besides what I already know about the EQG world. She still does have the mirror portal to go back there. …I did not try to use it to see the other side. I already know it’s not the same world as my old one. In other news, I’ve gone back to the forest a total of 12 times already to check out that spot where I first appeared. No anomalies were detected besides the scorch mark on where I woke up from. I couldn’t tell if there was any magic in the area, active or passive, I might need to bring somepony else in on my investigation. A unicorn who might be able to sense what could’ve been there. But before I could do that, I must find a unicorn that I can trust with keeping my secret of me not being originally from here. Be it one of the Mane 6, a BG character… Or maybe even Starlight, Sunburst, or Starswirl once he’s back from Limbo.  I’m still unsure if I should even interact with any of them as I’m not sure what it could do to the timeline. I’ve already seen a few episodes played out as they should’ve. Tanks for the Memories all the way to Amending Fences. The next should be THAT Luna episode… I’m a little worried as I am still not sure if I could control my dreams enough to not spill the beans. Well, it’s almost here and I’ve been seeing the Mane 6 looking like hell, so it’s going to be starting soon. I continue tapping my pen on my journal, frustration slowly arising as I struggle as to what to write. While English was one of my favorite classes back in school, I really wasn’t one for writing as I preferred reading and scribbling instead. Blinded by annoyance, I jumped as I felt something tap my shoulder, quickly looking to the side I saw it was just Derpy, holding a brown paper bag in her mouth and giving me a ‘Oops, my bad look’. She places the bag down and rubs the back of her head with a wing. “Oh uh, sorry Sketchy. I didn’t mean to startle you! It’s just you looked so deep in thought for a while before looking very annoyed at something. Is everything alright?” She questioned, looking at me with a slight bit of concern and the same ol friendly look she usually gives. Shaking my head, I had enough decency to look embarrassed before replying, “Oh everything is alright Derpy, just  well, just having a bit of a mental block is all. Don’t know what to write in my journal.” He would motion to his journal, in which Derpy would look over but only squint in confusion as she couldn’t understand the writing. “I can’t read that Sktchy, that doesn’t look Equish.” “A-ah right, sorry about that, Well, that’s just a language from my old home town. I doubt anyone here would be able to read it.” He’d then sweep up the book, closing it and placing it right into his saddle bag, “But anyways,” He replied, “What brings you here Derps? I thought you had a shift today?” “Oh it’s lunch break silly! She motions to her paper bag in which she pulls out… 2 muffins. ‘Ah, same ol Derpster.’ I’d smile as she then began to eat one of them, before she then offered the other to me. “Oh, no it’s fine, thank you Derpy,” I replied, smiling as he went back to eating her lunch. I then look back out to the park, watching the ponies walk by and the sun in the midday sky. “Hey Derpy, do you think Princesses Dreams of Magic Sheep?” I asked, staring up to the clouds.  She would look at me in confusion, before swallowing the muffin she had in her mouth before asking, “What do you mean?” “Well, you know how ponies dream of sheep to help them get to sleep better?” She nods. “Well, do Princesses Dream of Magical Sheep while they dream?” I smirked, amused by my own whimsy of using an episode title. Derpy would just look all confused before slowly shrugging her wings. “I uh, don’t know? Maybe they do, but I don't see the difference if the sheep we dream of is magical or not?” I would just softly chuckle and shake my head. “Yeah, you’re right. Sorry, just a bit of rambling from a weird pegasus.” I then would get up, stretching softly and spreading out my wings. “Anyways, I should get going, I have something I need to take care of. You enjoy your lunch break, okay Derpy?” I flash her a friendly smile as I then get ready to fly off. She would smile and wave towards me, “Oh, I will! I’ll see you later Sketchy!” I waved back before taking off in a quick run before flying up into the air, doing a quick 180 before heading towards the forest. Back to the spot I first appeared in. > Chapter 13: Do They Dream of... > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 13: Do They Dream of… After my thirteenth trip to the clearing, I was flying back home, frustrated once again at nothing new being found. I gave up my search by the time the sun was setting over the horizon. Not even knowing why I’m trying to figure this out, I land right in front of my home with a huff, dusting myself off before reaching into my pocket for my keys.  Fumbling with my keys for a bit I was finally able to grab the right one and open my door, pushing through and closing it right behind me with a soft ‘click’.  “Welp, that was a waste of time. Nothing new today, bet it’ll be the same the next.” I whined, putting my hat on the stand and dropping my keys onto the table before walking into my living room and drooping myself onto my couch. Exhaustion filled my body as I had spent the rest of the day investigating that damned clearing. And with nothing to show for it, all I wanted to do was to get some rest.  Looking towards the clock, I saw it was only ten past eight. While it was still a bit early for me to sleep, I decided it didn’t matter as I found myself curling up on the couch and getting comfy. Yawning up a storm before deciding to drift off into a nice deep slumber. —-------------------------------------------------- ‘Ring Ring’ ‘Ring Ring’- ‘Ring Ring’ ‘Ring Ring’ My phone’s alarm blares as I shove my face into my pillow, annoyed at the all familiar sound as it continues ringing on my nightstand. “Whyyyyyyyyyyyy….,” I droned out as I reached over and tapped the phone’s button with my finger. I then smile and go back to snuggling into my pillow to get back to sl- ‘Wait…’ My eyes shot open as I looked over to my phone, and then my hands.  ‘What in the!-” I exclaimed as I sat up in bed, looking over at myself and my hands as I found myself lying in my bed at home. On Earth. Scrambling out of bed, I turn all around, looking myself up and down before looking at the scenery. I was human once again…I was….home? As I look around, I see I was in my old bedroom. My cyan walls with posters of bands, a map of GTA V, and some MLP merch scattered about. My computer desk to my side with my computer still on with youtube opened.  The Feeling of shock takes over me and I am there speechless for the longest time of my life, which to be honest it really was just all of a minute. “I-I’m home..?” I stuttered, “I-I’m back, o-or… was that all a dream..?” Feeling all too unsure, I would tap then slap myself in the face, wincing and hissing in pain as I felt it. “I, this is real.. I-I guess I was just having a weird dream…”I stare down to the floor for a bit before taking in a few deep breaths. I continue that for a bit, before a smile shows itself upon my face. “Heh, well damn, that dream messed me up. Felt like I just lived months of my life already. Felt all too real..”  Looking about, I just smile and stretch out, my back popping in many different places as I crack the sleep out of me. “Well, guess I better get ready. What day is it today?” I walk towards my nightstand and activate my phone screen, checking the date. “Huh, December 30th, 2017.” ‘So a saturday. No school. That’s good, Don’t think I can handle classes after having a dream like that..’ After confirming the date and that my schedule was free, I go about my morning routine of washing up before going into the kitchen.  Once I made it to the kitchen, I noticed no one else was home, which to be honest wasn’t all that weird. Ma worked, even on Saturdays and pa is still on his business trip. I would head to the fridge and open it, looking through it before pulling out some leftover pizza and taking a bite before heading into the living room and grabbing the remote, turning on the TV. ‘And we’re back with My Little Pony, only on the HUB Network’ The TV announced, as the screen shows the same clips as it’s about to start the episode. “Oh, what episode is showing?” Hopping onto the couch, I lay back and wait in anticipation for the episode to start. As the screen fades from black, it shows Princess Luna and the Mane Six all together, connected by some magic to Princess Luna’s horn. It was the Dream Episode. As I sat there waiting for it to continue, I started to notice something weird. There was no other noise… Just the sound of… sleeping and magic? The scene doesn’t change as it just stays there, showing the seven characters connected in dream magic. A few of them looking like they’re struggling and having nightmares. “Wait, what? That’s… now how it went… Where’s the dream scene?” Was all I could say as I stared at the screen, confusion, before worry started to build up. “U-um… is the screen frozen..?” I hoped, as I slowly got up and walked over to my TV, tapping the side a few times before slowly going to poke the screen. The screen warbled as my finger pushed through like pushing through the surface of a pond. I flinched and snatched my finger back and looked at it in shock, before looking all around. “No no no, t-this can’t be right.” I stepped back, worried before bumping into.. Something. I turned around slowly, seeing a starry void, before slowly looking up to see its ‘face’ . The Tantabus looked down at me. There was only one thing I could do… “AAAAAAAAAAAHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”