Max, a man with childlike wonder and a yearning to create art is suddenly thrust into an unknown world. Will he find a way back home, or will he find out how to live in this strange new place through his own abilities?
The main character, Max Fletcher is an aspiring writer/artist. He yearns to write and create beautiful things for the world to marvel at. Whether it be a good book or an amazing painting. After awakening to another seemingly normal day, he eventually finds himself in a strange new place through unordinary and seemingly impossible means.
This is a story idea I came up with recently, and I am relatively new to writing. Also, keep in mind that the story might start up a bit slow, but things will pick up as more of the characters are introduced and everything. Though I guess that goes without saying. So enjoy the story, and feedback is appreciated!
It feels so comforting. Just the way I seem to float without a care in the world. No work to do, no movements at all. Just me, the darkness, and plenty of rest. I wish such a thing as this could go on forever.
Suddenly, a low beeping noise becomes noticeable. At first, I am able to easily ignore it, whatever it is. I can't tell quite exactly what the noise is anyway. But if I'm honest I don't really care right now. I can just stay right where I am, floating peacefully in the darkness.
Over time the beeping slowly grows louder and louder. I try to block out the noise. But it keeps coming back with a vengance. It grows to such an extent that I begin to feel like it is clawing at my very being.
"Enough!" I mentally shout as I regain control of myself as I slam my fist down on a nearby alarm clock. Now that the dastardly disturber of sleep has been vanquished I have hopes of returning to the dark realm. But alas, the evil beeping hath locked the returning path before I was able to deal with it. No matter.
I open my eyes and begin to wake myself up. As I yawn and stretch out my back, I look at my surroundings. It seems I have fallen asleep at my desk again. My tired mind can't recall much of what happened the night before but it seems that I have gotten a lot of work done. Papers fill up the entire surface area of my desk and my laptop sits in the middle of the chaos. It looks as if it has powered off due to inactivity many hours ago. I look at each and every page. Each one holding new ideas my mind had conjured up the night before. All of them telling a different story of their creation.
Some pages were neat, some were not.
Some pages were filled up completely, while otheres barely held a paragraph.
I studied each of the pages as my memory slowly returned to me. "Ah yes," I say to myself as I remembered my late night brainstorming session. I had finally decided to start writing my own book and it looks like I had stayed up late last night in a creative fervor as I brainstormed many different story ideas.
Well, I guess it is time to stop thinking about what happened last night and begin starting the new day.
I stood up from my office chair, and for a second I seemed to completely lose all balance. This forced me to quickly grab my desk in order to save myself from a fall. After a few seconds I let go and allowed myself to move as my legs finished waking up.
I began to walk over to my bedroom door. Carefully stepping over various disposable coffee cups and other items that littered my bedroom floor. I would have to clean up later. Just because I get lost in my own projects doesn't give me an excuse to leave this place in shuch a mess. But that can wait until I can get some coffee in my system. I reached for the door and opened it.
As I step outside I take a moment to admire the walls of the hallway that lies beyond my bedroom door. In my free time I have managed to fill plenty of space on the walls with my own artwork. From plain sketches, to pictures drawn in crayons. I even had a few paintings of my own hung up on the walls. They each depicted their own images. Whether it be simple landscapes, to characters I thought up when thinking about stories that I had yet to actually get to writing. Each and every thing on these walls that I made was marked with my name "Max Fletcher" in the bottom right corner, just so people would know I made them. If anyone ever saw them that is.
I finished admiring my work and walked down the short hallway to get to the stairs at the end of it. Walking down, I then took a left and was immediately in the kitchen. I owned a small home, but it was perfect just for me. It was inexpensive enough for me to pay for living here using money I got by selling various artwork. I am also the kind of person who just likes to keep to themselves most of the time.
As a kid I would have friends but I always enjoyed my solitude. Mostly because solitude left me to just sit and use my imagination. Such behavior sometimes worried my reachers. Usually they would think that I was being bullied into not playing with the other kids at school, or they thought that I had terible antisocial tendancies. But in truth I just really liked it. I could let my imagination run wild, so I could enjoy my free time by doing stuff like drawing. I amazed myself as a kid with some of the things I could think up. I held my imagination so dear to my heart that I can say with 100% percent certainty that I have never let myself lose an ounce of my childlike wonder and imagination. Mostly because If I had lost any of it I wouldn't know what to do with myself.
This childlike imagination has always caused me to have these bursts of creativity that I expressed in a different way each time. Just last week I bought a blank white coffee mug so I could paint it myself because I thought "Wouldn't it be cool to have my very own one of a kind coffee mug?" Which is quite silly if I am honest, but thats just me.
I walked over to one of my kitchen cabinets and opened it so I could retrieve my mug. Right on the side of it I had painted an anime character with angel wings and a halo over their head. Looking back on it now I figure I was in another one of my weeb phases at the time of making it.
Walking over to the coffee maker, I turned it on and set to work brewing some of that early morning goodness that I swear I am not addicted to.
Once the coffee maker is set up and running, I leaned up against the wall right next to it and wait for it to finish. To pass the time I begin to look around my kitchen. My eyes pass over the boring and mundane objects like the various pots, pans, and cupts. Until they finally rest upon an old painting of mine. It was a beautiful old thing painted by my mother. She had been a lot like me in her youth. She even used to joke that the spirit of an artist had been passed down from her to me at birth. I even have her to thank for all that I know in the arts today. The painting had been the last piece of art she ever made before her passing. I treasure it to this very day.
The painting depicts a beautiful landscape with bright sunny weather, open fields, white fluffy clouds, and mountains that seem to pierce to sky as if they were the pathways to heaven. As I passed the time marveling at it I notice a tiny bit of movement in the painting. One of the clouds seemed to have moved just a tiny bit. I leaned in and rubbed my eyes. When I reopened them and gazed at the painting once more, it had all returned to normal. I figure it must have just been a trick played on me by my tired mind.
It was just then that my coffee maker finished its job. I quickly poured the beverage into my mug and sat down at my kitchen table. As I began to drink I opened up my phone and started checking my emails. A routine I got into a few years ago after I realized just how many emails I was starting to get each day. Making the process of checking and deleting them a necessity unless I wanted to have to go through pages upon pages of useless garbage that I get sent if I wanted to find important stuff later.
As my attention was fully upon my phone while the coffee did its magic, I noticed something in my peripheral vision. Something changed colors somewhere, so I looked up from my phone and looked to whatever just happened. It was the painting again, but now the environment changed. The sky was now covered in dark clouds as if a thunderstorm was about to commence. But such a thing shouldn't be possible because the sky was almost completely clear just a few moments ago.
A little angered by the sudden change to something my late mother had gifted to me, I put my phone back into my pocket and walked over to the painting with mug in hand.
"Maybe someone painted over it while I wasn't looking?" I said aloud. But I live alone, nobody should have been able to do such a thing unless one of my friends broke in to play a prank on me. I'm not usually a violent person but if this is just a silly prank, whichever one of my friends that did this will find themselves in a world of hurt soon. How dare someone mess with what I consider a family treasure
Hoping the new paint could be removed if I act quickly enough, I raised my right index finger to touch the painting. I want to check whether or not the newfound pain is still wet. As my finger touches the painting, I feel that it is completely dry. Hell, it even feels old.
"Odd," I say aloud. I look at the painting and it begins changing right before my very eyes. Mesmerizing streaks of lightning appear in the clouds and everything seems to be in an astounding stop motion like movement. Ripples through the painting mimic the wind, and I can even make out tiny streaks of paint making up the rain in the environment.
I try to pull my finger away from the admittedly beautiful anomoly. But beautiful or not I have no idea if this is dangerous or not. But as I try to pull away, my finger seems to have gotten stuck. I delicately apply more force to try and pull away without damaging the painting. But it simply wont let go.
After a moment I let myself rest and accidentally let my finger push into the painting just a little bit. Then one of the most astounding things in my life occurs right before my eyes. My finger seems to be going throught the painting! But not in the way that I am puncturing the painting. I mean my finger seems to be going inside the picture itself. I can still feel the part of my finger that is inside the painting, wherever it might have gone. I can even feel wind dancing upon my fingertip, with a few rain droplets hitting it as well.
I try to pull away one again, but the painting is actively fighting against me. Some external force even begins to pull the rest of my body through. I keep fighting it but it is no use. After a quick moment it has completely taken hold of me and my entire upper body has gone through. Then it quickly takes the rest of me.
All that is left as evidence of where I once stood is a shattered coffee mug and its contents covering part of my once clean kitchen floor.
After getting pulled through the painting, I have no clue what happened next. When I had gotton to the other side I was already panicked, and when I noticed I was falling out of the sky that made me so scared that I had passed out. My mind just couldn't take it any longer I guess.
I have no clue how long I was out, but when I had finally awoken I was sprawled out on the ground of what looked like a forest. That and EVERYTHING hurt, I never knew what a large drop felt like and I wasn't stupid enough to try and find out. But now that I have discovered what it feels like I just have one thing to say. "Fuck gravity," I proclaim to the world.
Now with that out of my system, I slowly sit up while fighting the terrible ache consuming my body. Although the pain can be a cause for concern later, because right now I have no clue where I am. Looking around I see massive trees surrounding me and covering up most of the sky. It is kind of what I imagined forests to be like berfore humanity had tamed them all back home. The various trees have grown to massive heights, there are thick vines everywhere, and the grass looks like it could go up to my knees in some places. Alongside that, there is absolutely no trace of any nearby civilization, no paths, no footprints, not even discarded trash or anything.
It kind of has its own beauty to it, although a dangerous kind of beauty at that. Looking at this dark forest I can just tell that this is the kind of environment that harbors animals that can and will chew me up and spit me out like I am nothing. Then I trun my gaze to the sky up above. There I see many clouds that look almost exactly like the ones I saw invading my mother's painting. The dark gray clouds swarm the sky with visible arcs of lightning around them.
Seeing this, my body kicks itself into high gear. I can feel the adrenaline take hold as I realize that it is dangerous to be out in the open like this and near trees during a severe storm. I must find shelter soon.
It's a good thing that I fell asleep in my everyday clothes or I would be freezing right about now. I am lucky that I have my long sleeve shirt, my sweatpants, and my shoes on. For I can't imagine what it would be like If I were out here in my pajamas.
I take off at a slow jog into the forest. It's annoying to have to swat away vines and some of the flies that are around. But I managed to get a bit into the forest. As I move I can feel my heart thumping in my chest. I can feel only what I can describe as one of those primal fears that our ancestors developed when humans were still developing in the savana. It begins creeping into my ming, making me aware of each patch of grass and low handing branch where danger might lurk.
Such a thing both helps and doesn't help me. On one side it is good that I am being forced to keep myself alert. But at the same time that fear is building up. I have never been able to handle fear that well and I wish I could handle it well. Right now my mind is still clear enough to realize that this will definately cause me to make one too many mistakes. That or I will have a panic attack. Both aren't very good things for me right now.
I stop running for a second so I can calm myself down. Then I realize something. The forest is eerily quiet. I am surrounded by all of this grass and plenty of trees. Yet I don't hear a single thing. There should at least be some noise around here.Maybe everything is hiding due to the storm. Or everything could be hiding due to a nearby predator. I could possibly be the predator they are scared of. But that wouldn't make sense.
I looked around the forest with weary eyes as I think. From the look of this place, I can tell humans probably haven't been here at all or not in a very long time. If humans have not been here in a very long time then nothing here would know what I am. Humans generally don't look as threatening when compared to other predators. So wildlife generally has to learn to fear us over time. So that means something else is nearby.
Just as that thought flashes through my mind I hear a snap behind me. My adrenaline and panicked state of mind cause me to turn around quickly.
Standing there is something I once thought to be a creature of myth. I read enough mythology and fantasy novels to recognize a Manticore. This massive beast with the body of a lion, the tail of a scorpion, and the wings of a bat was staring me down with a look that clearly identified me as its next "snack."
My mind began to race as I bagan to think over what I knew about animals. I stared the monster down as I thunk about what I was going to do. I am pretty sure things are less likely to attack you if you look bigger. Most likely because nobody ever wants to fight anything large if they can help it.
Taking this into consideration I stretched my body and arms outwards to appear as large as possible to the hungry beast. Then I took in a large breath and yelled "HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA." Right at the monster.
The thing was taken aback. It clearly was not expecting a fight from what looked like some small and frail prey species.
The Manticore then gave me a strangely intelligent look of contemplation. I stared right back at it with baited breath, hoping my tactics would work.
Both of us stood there for what felt like an eternity, but I counted only about 20 seconds passing. Just as it looked like the creature would leave me, it suddenly pounced. I fell back in fear as time seemed to slow to a crawl. I began to think about whether or not this was it. Would I be done for so early because of a gift from my mother? As much as I wanted to, I knew it was too early to see her again. It just wasn't my time. Or was it?
I began to hope and beg in my mind for something, anything to save me from the incomming lion abomination. I curled up into a ball and closed my eyes, waiting for the inevitable end. Everything went quiet as time went by.
1... 2... 3... 4... "GONNNNNNNNG."
"What the hell was that?" I exclaimed as held my ringing ears and opened my eyes to look up at what caused the noise.
Instead of seeing the forest or Manticore coming at me, there was what looked like a metal dome surrounding me. After the first noise, everything just stopped. I slowly stood up to get my bearings as I listened.
I can't hear anything from outside, for complete silence had come over the forest. Which is strange because I would expect the Manticore to be trying to get at me still. Standing there I waited a few minutes, carefully paying attention to each of my senses. After the 5 minute mark I started to wish the dome was gone so I could see outside.
Then to my surprise, the entire thing just slowly dematerialized. I stood there in shock for a second and then said "That shouldn't be possible." Then I realized that I could still be in a life or death situation here and I look around. Just a foot away from me I could see the Manticore lying on the ground, completely passed out. The thing even had a comically large bump on its head that I haven't seen since I was a kid watching old cartoons.
It must have hit its head on the dome really hard when said dome appeared. Bad for it, but good for me. I take this chance to immediately dart away from the area. While I am surprised that a dome just suddenly appeared, I will not look a gift horse in the mouth.
I have no idea just how long I was running. Thankfully though the whole experience, I was staying relatively dry. With the trees of the forest providing enough cover so that I didn’t have a lot of water get on me.
As I ran through that forest there were probably many beautiful sights to behold. I might go back to see them someday. But now I am here in this cave.
After I had run for long enough I had finally found the shelter I needed for the night. It was a small naturally formed cave that I determined would be suitable enough for me to take shelter in for the time being.
I walked to the back of the cave, which wasn’t that far in as it wasn’t all that big. Once getting there I sat down and laid my back against the cool stone. As I sat there breathing heavily from all of the running I had done, I got to thinking.
“Just what caused that dome to spontaneously appear?” I wondered aloud. It was another strange occurrence in this even stranger day. Making matter appear out of nowhere is literally impossible, I know because I actually enjoyed paying attention to science class since it inspired me so much. I remember that for the most part matter cannot be created nor destroyed through any means that one would have access to in the wilderness. Such a thing would take some of humanity's greatest scientific achievements and years of research to just barely begin to pull such a feat off.
I sat back and let the gears in my mind spur. All that I know is that it appeared just when I practically begged in my mind for something to protect me.
Maybe some deity made it appear to protect me? It was a stretch but at the same time, I doubt any deity would put me in such a situation just to protect me at the last minute. No, everything that happens happens for a reason. The only reason that I can think of that would cause such a thing to appear is the fact that I practically willed for protection.
But such a thing would be like magic. Although, magic doesn’t exist. Then again maybe it could, I mean I was just dragged through a painting so maybe there is some truth behind such a thing.
I for one, have an open mind and I’m willing to try such a thing out. For one, I am getting just a little chilly in this cave so I could use a blanket. So I focus all of my brains on the will for a blanket. Doing so with such force that I clench my eyes shut and start shaking a bit.
Then, I feel a soft and warm blanket land right on my head. I open my eyes and see to my shock, a plain gray blanket. I pull it over myself for warmth and comfort.
As I sit there I have no idea whether or not I should be surprised, shocked, worried, or thankful that I can do such a thing. The sheer absurdity of the situation makes me think that I could just be in some crazy lucid dream caused by so much late-night work on my passion projects. But if this were a dream I would have probably woken up in a panic just as that Manticore attacked me. That as well as the fact that I can actually feel cold right now proves that I am not dreaming.
I finally decide to stop putting much thought into the situation and I lay my head against the cave wall. For some reason, a wave of tiredness fell upon me as soon as the blanket appeared. Must be because of the comfort it gives me though. But I don’t have to worry about that just now for the path back to the land of darkness has opened up once more, and that comforting dark calls for my return.
Once I had awoken, something seemed off. Mostly because I hadn’t really “awoken” in the sense of waking up from a dream. It had felt a lot more like one of those dreams where you dreamed of having a dream inside of a dream and then you woke up from one dream and found yourself in another.
When I came to I saw what I can best describe as organized chaos upon a cosmic plane. A universe full of stars stretched out as far as the eye could see. Filling the universe between said stars were plenty of objects I could remember. There were thousands upon thousands of creations. From some action figures I had made and painted myself, to just some passing creative thoughts I had the day before.
From what I could see I immediately could recognize I was actually in a dream now. Which was kind of depressing, I really enjoyed not having dreams. This may come as a surprise since dreams can give people some of the best creative ideas. But I rather enjoyed having a few hours where I could just turn my overactive brain off and let me just drift off into the abyss as I slept. But now I guess I had to deal with this now.
I picked a direction at random and began walking. I was getting quite bored though, basically every object as far as I could tell was something I had already thought of. After a few minutes of gazing at my surroundings with a bored expression, I heard a flap of wings to my right.
I looked over and saw what looked to me like a cartoon horse. It had a dark blue coat and a long mane that looked like the night sky that flowed in a non-existent wind. The weird equine did not notice me, so I quickly ducked behind a large painting among all of the other objects here.
Then, I could hear a female voice saying “Interesting, we wonder who hath thought up this interesting dreamscape.” After hearing that, I peeked out from the painting I was hiding behind to look in the direction of the said voice. It came from the same direction the weird horse was in. I guess there must be a woman in that direction somewhere.
Thankfully the equine was still looking away and I was able to get a better look at them. Aside from what I had already seen, I also noticed a horn on their head and a set of wings.
“A pegacorn?” I whispered to myself. Not exactly knowing what I was looking at. One of its ears twitched as I said that and they turned their head. I quickly ducked back behind the painting before they saw me. Once again I heard the female voice say “Who’s there!” They sounded quite annoyed, but I would rather not answer until I knew what exactly was going on here. That horse quite clearly noticed me speaking then. Right after that, the female voice returned. This can not be a coincidence. Perhaps it is the equine that is talking? This is a dream after all, so I guess it could be possible.
After nearly giving myself away I stayed completely still behind the painting. I could hear loud clacking noises coming in my general direction. The equine must be walking in this direction. I listened for where exactly they might be walking too and it seemed that they were coming right up to my painting.
In a panic, I looked around. Ok, I don’t want to be found so what can I do? This is my dream so anything should be possible. As I looked at the environment, I saw another possible hiding spot to my right. It was a large statue of a character I thought of for one of my stories. If I remember correctly it was supposed to be some sort of goddess that was worshiped in the world the story was set in, so It made sense for me to think of stuff like monuments to her.
If this is my dream, it might be possible to teleport. But the only way to find out is to try. Just like I had done to conjure up the blanket, I thought really hard about teleporting behind the statue. A few seconds later the noise of hoofsteps was farther away now and I opened my eyes. Success! I am now behind the statue. Since the horse lady thing was focused on the painting I figured it would be safe to slowly peek around the statue.
I saw her finally reach the painting. She stopped right before it and admired the artistry I put into it. The painting is one that I had hung up in my living room. It depicted my idea of what Heracles looked like when fighting a hydra. After she looked at the painting for a second, the equine got down low like a cat ready to pounce. Suddenly she used what looked like a form of telekinesis to push the painting aside as she jumped at where she presumed me to be as she yelled “WE HATH FOUND THEE.” Her hopes were immediately dashed as she was met with nothing but open air. She seemed to mumble in annoyance at her failure to find me.
I got back behind the statue as a plan formed within my mind. If I had just nearly died a few hours ago, I was going to cheer myself up with a game of ultimate hide and seek. I grinned to myself as I thought about what I could do.
First I should change the landscape a bit. While it would be fun to hide in all of the chaos, it would be just a bit too difficult for her to find me. Instead, I can make a medium-sized mansion filled to the brim with plenty of objects to hide behind. Now I just need to come up with some rules for us to follow and we can get this show on the road.
I willed a paper into existence and wrote down this.
MY SUPER AWESOME ULTIMATE HIDE AND SEEK RULES:
1. As soon as I change the dreamscape you must immediately close your eyes and count to one minute for me to hide.
2. I can only hide in one place and I can’t move.
3. No teleportation.
4. If you can find me you get to meet me.
5. HAVE FUN.
With that all written down, I peaked around the statue hoping the equine was still looking away. Luckily they were, so I willed my rule paper to appear before them and I immediately went behind the statue again.
After a few moments I heard the voice say “Very well then, may the best pony win!” It is weird that what I presume to be a she used the term “best pony,” But I guess it’s just my weird imagination.
Then I used my imagination to change the environment around me, I created a lavish-looking mansion filled with various works of art. It had a large gallery with various paintings and sculptures. As well as a library with row upon row of sculptures. I made sure to put the pegacorn downstairs while I put myself upstairs.
Since I was the one who made the house, I already knew where I was going to hide. I quietly moved into the upstairs office keeping note of the pegacorn slowly counting to 60. When she got to about the 40-second mark I had finally gotten to my ultimate hiding spot. I had one of my coolest ideas ever to hide inside.
Within the office, I had put something I thought would be an amazing theme park attraction for tourists while I was in one myself. It was a large hollow sculpture of a cliché armored knight that one could go inside of and have someone outside take pictures of you. Although later I realized “What is the point of taking a picture of you inside a knight sculpture if you couldn’t even be seen inside of it?” But in the end, I still thought it would be a cool decoration.
So anyway, I put this thing inside of the office as a decoration. I had fully climbed into the statue and closed off the back of it by the time she counted to 55. So I stayed there completely still in wait.
Then I heard her yell “Ready or not here we come!”
Now the game begins, I could hear her downstairs walking around.
We are very happy on this fine night of ours. We had found a being’s dream when walking within our realm and were excited to enter and meet them. Some of the things we hath seen here are simply astounding. This dreamscape must belong to a great artist of worldwide renown for there to be so many amazing things here.
This experience has been made even better for us as it seems to have a sense of fun! We love fun, and what is most fun now is winning this game. Almost immediately after entering this dream, its creator decided to challenge us to a game of hide and seek.
We can admit, the venue they hath made is quite marvelous although it is also very weird. Unlike a pony home, the ceilings and doorways were far larger than one might find even in the largest of mansions within the fair city of Canterlot. The sheer size of the interior is second only to the castle. Perhaps this being created this place to be like that to make this a better experience for us? The one behind this dream is far too kind.
We trot confidently through the downstairs of the mansion with the grace of a princess. The room we enter is that of an opulent gallery. It is filled with some of the greatest works of art we hath seen since our return to Equestria. Marvelous paintings line the wall with grand golden frames and sculptures of a species we have never before seen.
The beings in the sculptures have the general build that is only seen In minotaurs. But unlike the minotaurs, they are a bit less muscular and have a far more possibly ape-like appearance. Tis possibly just a wondrous new creature of fantasy dreamt up by an aspiring author.
We carefully check every possible hiding place and move along. Through trial and error, we hath discovered that the large painting at the end of the room also served as a very decorative door. The door leads to a long dining room with a kitchen connected to it. There is no place for anyone to hide in the open dining room so we immediately move over to the kitchen.
Taking no time to admire the craftsmareship of the kitchen we quickly open every drawer with our magic, only to find the kitchen empty as well.
“Drats.” We say aloud. Then turning our head we see another door. This one leading to a large library. Looking at each book we can tell that they are all original pieces. On each book, it says that they were by a “Max Fletcher.” That is quite the weird name for a pony to have. Or for any other species on Equis to have as well. But what do we know, we were gone for a millennia things have probably changed enough for somepony out there to have what we presume to be a unique name. For all we knew such a name could be commonplace now.
It was easy to search the library, with everything laid out in a grid-like fashion it left little to no room to hide. Other than some of the couches in one corner of the room and we made sure to check for our mystery being.
After leaving the library we found ourselves back where we started, the only place now left to go is up the stairs. Which we admit looks a bit weird. The stairs are quite small and while we could go up them, they were clearly structured for a bipedal creature. With there not being much room between each step, it would be a tedious process for a bipedal being to walk up.
Once at the top we find a hallway. There are three doors that are each labeled. From closes to farthest order they are labeled Bedroom, Office, and bathroom. Surely nopony would hide somewhere as obvious as the bedroom, but we must check every place if we wish to win. We immediately go into the bedroom and see a very large bed that could put our sister’s to shame on one wall to our right, a fireplace with some couches around it to our right, and a nice soft carpet covering the floor. That and a closet at the wall on the other side of the door.
We first check the most obvious spot to hide, which is under the bed of course. Nopony is there so we check the fireplace. While it might sound crazy but any true master of hide and seek knows that the unconventional spots are the best spots. But alas there is nopony hiding up the chimney or anything. We look up above the fireplace to find a large painting. The being who made this house could be shifty and put a little hidey-hole behind a painting, so we gently lift it off of the wall and check behind it. But there is nothing there.
We trot over to the closet and open it. It is completely empty as it seems they hadn’t thought of anything to fill it with yet. So there is no place to hide in here.
Trying to finish the game soon, We hurry out of the bedroom and enter the office. Inside it looks to be normal but something stands out. Right next to the desk there is a statue of what looks like a knight. But all of the statues were downstairs in the gallery. So why would this one be here?
Literally as soon as the pegacorn entered this room they locked their eyes onto the statue. They seemed to be giving me a scrutinizing gaze. But why? This spot shouldn’t be that obvious. There is absolutely nothing in this house that could give me away.
Wait a second, this house has a room specifically for statues. My mind stops for a second and all I can think is “well fuck.” this may seem like a good spot, BUT I COMPLETELY NEGLECTED THE FACT THAT IT DOESN’T BLEND IN.
Oh no, she is walking closer now. All I can hope for is that she won't notice the door mechanism on the back of the statue. Just stay calm Max, there is absolutely no way that she can find out how to open the statue. So I can just sit here looking out of the statues empty eye sockets and internally laugh at her fruitlessly trying to find me.
Yet I failed to notice the small grin on her face as she went around the room “looking” for me. When she was out of sight I relaxed a little. She totally can’t find me.
As I basked in my sense of accomplishment, something happened that this pegacorn will probably tease me about for the rest of my time knowing her. Just 5 seconds after leaving my sight, 5 SECONDS. She then decided to immediately rush back into my vision and stare me right in the eyes through the statue’s eye sockets and scream “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.” …………………………….
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I definitely didn’t scream like a little girl. No, I did not immediately try to jump and cause the statue to fall over and shatter. No, I did not do any such things.
I stayed strong…… or at least as strong as a grown man can be while lying in a pile of broken stonework and scared out of his mind.
The weird equine just fell over laughing historically. I just laid there for a few minutes trying to pick up the pieces of my shattered pride while waiting for the pegacorn to calm down.
After a minute she finally had the composure to sit back up and she looked over at me and said while giggling to herself “Thou are the worst hider ever.”
You pout a little and say “Nuh-uh, that was the best side ever.”
The look on my face seemed to send her over the edge again as she began laughing again. Each passing second doing nothing but further shattering my already decimated pride. When she calmed down again she looked back to me and said: “Thou are far too obvious, we have seen ponies hide better in open fields during a riveting game of hide and seek sir.”
Realizing that you have yet to introduce yourself you hold your hand out and say “Uhm, my name is Max Fletcher. You are?”
Coming back to full composure the pegacorn reaches out a hoof and shakes your hand says “We are Luna, princess of the night and a master of the dream realm.”
You say, “Well nice to meet you, princess. I hope you don’t mind me asking but what exactly are you?”
Slightly surprised by the fact that you don’t know what she is, Luna replies “I am a pony of the Alicorn tribe. Now that we hath told you of what we are may thee tell us thy nature as well?”
You reply, “Well I am a human, specifically of the American tribe. Would you like to continue our talk over tea?”
She smiles at your hospitality and says “That would be lovely.”
You then use your control over year dream to set up a nice room with a table with tea and snacks upon it. Ready for a long conversation.
