A human is sent into a human Equestrian universe and becomes their OC, 'Baked Apple'.
A person is sent into an Equestrian universe as a human named 'Baked Apple', but this new world is not like Equestria or EqG. It's inhabited by human versions of the ponies in a world not too dissimilar from the visitor's own.
There was the sound of footsteps as someone was walking down a dirt path. Meanwhile, at some apple farm, a country apple farmer wearing a stetson was carrying a basket of apples and was placing it into a cart that was attached to a harness that a horse was wearing.
“Pardon me, ma’am, but can ah have a bit of ya time?” asked a male voice with a country accent.
The apple farmer turned around and saw that the voice belonged to some guy on the other side of the fence.
“Ah don’t mean ta bother ya, but can ya tell me where the nearest town is? Ah’m kind of lost,” asked the confused visitor.
She nodded. Then, the apple farmer pointed, causing him to follow her finger and saw a city in the distance, including the long, forest path that led to it.
“If ya keep goin’ that way, y’all’ll make it to the town of Ponyville,” she informed.
He turned back towards the apple farmer with a smile. “Thank ya kindly,” said the confused visitor.
The apple farmer looked curious. “If ya don’t mind me askin’, where are ya from?” she asked.
He pointed a thumb behind himself. “Well, ah was born an’ lived in the forest for years before ah decided ta leave. Mah ma’s a hermit, but before that, she was a teacher, an’ mah dad’s a cowboy from Appleloosa,” explained the confused visitor.
The apple farmer was surprised and impressed. “Shucks, that there sounds like a great pair of parents ya have. It’s even more impressive that ya managed ta survive in that forest fer so long,” she said.
He smiled. “Yer right about both actually,” said the friendly guy. He then held out a hand for a handshake. “Mah name’s Baked Apple, but ya can call me ‘B.A.’. What’s yer name?”
The apple farmer raised an eyebrow once she heard his name. “Ah’m Applejack,” said the apple farmer, shaking Baked Apple’s hand. “By any chance, is yer father related ta the Apple Family?”
The friendly guy shook his head. “Nah. Pa told me all ‘bout mah family from his side, an' even said that no one truly owns the name ‘Apple’. Even if there is a family with that name,” explained Baked Apple. He chuckled. “That's what Pa's family always believed.”
Applejack hummed. She had to admit, the friendly guy was right. “Hmm. Well, ah guess yer Pa is technically right,” said the apple farmer.
Baked Apple nodded, agreeing. “Anyway, ah have ta get goin' ta the city. It was nice meetin’ ya, Applejack,” he said. The friendly guy smiled, and then started walking away. “Until next time.”
“Take care now,” she said.
As Baked Apple continued his way down the dirt path, Applejack watched the friendly guy heading in the direction of the city. Then, a tall, muscular guy walked over to the cart, carrying baskets of apples in his arms.
He looked at her. “Is somethin’ the matter, sis?” asked the strong man.
He was actually Applejack’s big brother. The apple farmer’s big brother started placing the baskets he had into the cart.
“Everthin’ is fine, Big McIntosh. Ah just met someone by the name of ‘Baked Apple’,” she informed. Applejack didn’t need to turn around to know what face Big McIntosh was making. “No, he’s not related ta us, I already asked him. Anyway, he’s currently headin’ on his way ta Ponyville, an’ he also seemed kind of new ta everythin’. Seein’ as he grew up in the forest, but knows ‘bout some things. Nah. He ain’t related ta us, but ya just missed ‘em. Could’a heard it from him yerself.” She pointed towards the town. “He’s on his way to Ponyville, though ah reckon him bein’ so new ta everythin’ might get ‘im in a bit a trouble if ya catch me. Bein’ a hermit in the forest wit yer parents’ll do that ta guy.” She shrugged. “Knew about some things, though. Weird feller.”
He looked at his sister with a knowing look. “But that’s not what’s botherin’ ya, is it?” asked the big brother.
She shook her head before looking at Big McIntosh. “Yer right, it’s not. Ta be honest, ah’m kind of worried ‘bout the guy,” answered Applejack. “He looks like he could be gullible enough ta fall fer someone’s tricks, an’ even if he wasn’t gullible, then it’s possible that he could end up in a whole heap of trouble.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Ya barely know ‘im yet yer wantin’ ta help ‘em out?” asked the big brother.
She went over and grabbed one of the other baskets, climbed the ladder, and continued picking the apples.
“Yeah. This sounds crazy, but when ah first met ‘em, fer some strange reason ah felt like he was family despite not knowin’ ‘em,” the little sister informed. “Crazy, huh?”
“Eeeyup, but if yer worried ‘bout a stranger who feels like family despite not bein’ one, then ah guess that it isn’t crazy either,” said Big McIntosh. He climbed onto the right-side seat of the cart. “After yer done picking all the apples from that there tree an’ we go unload all of these ones inta the barn, ah guess we could take a small break. Maybe we could head fer town so ya can visit yer friends? We might even run inta the guy yer worried ‘bout?” The strong man said it in a tone like he was secretly suggesting it.
Applejack realized what her big brother was saying. Then, the apple farmer started picking the apples at a much faster pace. After making a few trips to and from the apple tree with full baskets, she was finally finished.
Applejack sat down next to Big McIntosh. “If we hurry, we can still catch up ta him,” said the little sister.
“Eeyup,” he said.
The big brother whipped the reins, causing the horse to start moving forward.
Meanwhile with Baked Apple
He let out a relieved sigh.
“Hoo-wee, now that was mighty uncomfortable. Ah can’t believe ah actually met a human Applejack,” said the friendly guy. “Not only that, but ah can’t believe that I woke up as mah OC, Baked Apple. Ah can’t wait ta tell everyone back home ‘bout this once ah get back. Well, eventually.”
Baked Apple was actually someone from another dimension who was a fan of a cartoon pony show called ‘My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic’. One minute, he was helping his parents with feeding the chickens on his family’s farm, the next, the friendly guy falls through a portal and winds up in a forest as Baked Apple. The only reason the friendly guy was able to find his way out was that he climbed a tree and saw the city in the distance. By some weird coincidence, Baked Apple somehow ended up passing by Sweet Apple Acres and met Applejack while she was harvesting apples from the trees.
“Too bad ah had ta lie ta Applejack ‘bout her an’ me not bein’ related. Even though it’s both true an’ a lie,” he thought.
The guy's OC was also a kinsona too. Baked Apple was in fact created to be Applejack's cousin.
“Now all ah need ta do is find the statue located at the High School, travel ta Equestria through the portal, ask Twilight fer help, an’ ah’ll be on mah way home soon,” he thought. “Though, ah hope ah wasn’t sent before that Sunset Shimmer returned ta Equestria, or after Twilight went back home after the first movie. Ah’d have ta check every day if the portal’s open. Might attract a certain group’s unwanted attention ta me, an’ if push comes ta shove, then ah’ll ask them fer help.”
Baked Apple walked down the path with a goal in mind.
Baked Apple was getting closer to the city via a dirt pathway, but he still had some forest left to go. Though, he was feeling tired from all of the walking.
Baked Apple stopped to take a break as he wiped sweat off of his brow. “Almost there. Just need ta keep headin’ straight,” said the friendly guy.
A loud noise pulled him out of his moment of reverie. He was starving.
Baked Apple groaned, feeling hungry. “Ah shoulda taken some of those apples with me from that farm before ah left. Ah woulda had somethin’ ta eat while on the road,” thought the friendly guy. “Though, ah have a feelin’ that if ah did, that woulda gotten me in mighty big trouble with Applejack an’ 'er family. It isn’t worth the trouble.”
GROWLLL!!!
He heard a sound coming from behind him. So, Baked Apple turned around and saw an apple red-colored pickup truck slowly driving down the dirt path. Seeing as how he was in the way of whoever it was, the friendly guy walked out onto the grass so the car could pass Baked Apple by. Before he could continue to relax, the truck suddenly stopped right next to him, allowing the friendly guy to see that inside of the truck was Applejack sitting in the passenger seat next to her brother. The apple farmer rolled the windows down so both sides could hear each other clearly.
“Howdy there, Applejack. Headin’ fer the city?” asked Baked Apple.
She nodded. “Sure am. Ah’m plannin’ ta go hang out with mah friends, so ah asked mah big brother Big McIntosh fer a ride,” Applejack explained. The apple farmer directed a hand at her older brother. “Speakin’ of. B.A., ah’d like ya ta meet Big McIntosh-”
“Howdy,” said the strong man.
The apple farmer then pointed behind herself. “-An’ mah little sister, Apple Bloom,” continued Applejack.
Riding in the backseat behind the girl was her little sister, who had wanted to come along with the two to the city as well. Apple Bloom waved. “Howdy there, mister,” she greeted.
The friendly guy smiled. “Howdy ta the both of ya,” he greeted. “But uh…” Baked Apple looked at the apple farmer. “Ah’d love ta stay and chat, Applejack, but ah have ta continue mah way ta the city, but it was lovely meeting y’all.”
Before the friendly guy could continue on down the path, the apple farmer stopped him.
She raised an eyebrow, looking at Baked Apple. “Are ya actually plannin’ ta walk all the way ta the city? Right now, yer sweating like a greased-up hog in the middle of July, an’ even more tired than Apple Bloom after ah had 'er chase down the chickens she let loose,” said Applejack.
The younger apple sibling turned red with embarrassment. “Hey! That was by accident!” she said. “Those gosh darn chickens snuck up on me an’ escaped before ah could close the fence.”
The apple farmer grinned. “That’s why me an’ yer brother always warned ya ta be on guard around those chickens. They’re sneakier and craftier than they look,” said Applejack. She then looked at Big McIntosh. “Isn’t that right, Big Mac?”
He nodded, agreeing with his younger sister. After all, the strong man has in fact dealt with the chickens’ trickery before over the years. “Eeyup,” said Big McIntosh.
Apple Bloom feeling outnumbered, crossed her arms, grumbling. The friendly guy was watching the entire exchange, trying not to laugh.
“Anyway, ah was wonderin’ if ya wanted a ride ta Ponyville since we’re all headin’ the same way? Ya can rest yer feet fer a while,” offered the apple farmer.
He thought about it. “Ah am feelin’ bit awfully tired, an’ ah want ta make it there before nighttime happens, whenever that happens. Though, ah don’t know ‘em well enough ta ride with ‘em, but ah can ride in the back ta be safe,” thought Baked Apple. The friendly guy nodded. “Thanks. Ah’ll ride in the back.”
Before Applejack could say anything, Baked already walked over to the back of the truck and climbed up into the cargo bed. Once Baked Apple had sat down, the strong guy started up the truck and drove off towards the city. As for the friendly guy, he had reached into his backpack and pulled out a journal and an ink pen. Inside of it were tons of blank pages. They weren’t blank for long as Baked Apple started writing in them.
Few Minutes Later
The truck was driving around in Ponyville. The friendly guy, after finally noticing where they were, had to look up from his writing in order to look around and check the place out. Baked Apple was both shocked and amazed as he saw the inhabitants of Ponyville. Every person they passed by looked like regular old humans rather than their Equestria Girls counterparts, except they did have the same eye and hair colors as the ones from the show, which let the friendly guy know that the human universe he was in wasn’t the one from the show itself.
Seeing this didn’t break Baked Apple’s determination. “Even if ah’m in a different universe, they might still have the statue with the portal tah Equestria. Ah just need ta go ta find their version of Canterlot High an’ find that portal,” thought the friendly guy.
GROWLLL!!!
His stomach sounded off again.
Baked Apple placed a hand on his stomach. “But first, ah need ta get something ta eat. Ah’m hungrier than a coyote in a hen house,” thought the friendly guy.
He closed his journal and placed both it and the pen back into the backpack. Then, Baked Apple reached in and took out a padlock and key. Once the friendly guy zipped it up on both sides, he put the padlock around the zippers and clicked it shut. After that, Baked Apple placed the key underneath his foot in his left shoe. He had to be cautious since he was somewhere that he didn’t know anything about, even if it was a version of Ponyville. The truck suddenly pulled into the parking lot of some fast-food restaurant called ‘Burger Banan-za’. It even had a sign with its name underneath a burger that had bananas on it as a topping.
“Shucks. Bananas as a topping fer burgers?” thought the friendly guy, surprised. “Not gonna lie, that actually sounds mighty delicious. Might order me one with bananas, one day.”
Once the truck had stopped in an empty parking space, Baked Apple had stood up, put on his backpack, and climbed out from the back of the truck. The friendly guy then stretched his legs a little to get rid of the ramped discomfort. After a few seconds, Baked Apple turned to face the apple farmer, who was getting out of the truck along with her siblings.
The friendly guy smiled. “Many thanks fer givin’ me a ride inta town, ya’ll. Catch ya later,” he said.
But before Baked Apple could leave again, Applejack stopped him again.
“Hold on there a minute, mister. Before ya leave, ah was wondering if ya wanted somethin’ ta eat?” asked the apple farmer. “Big Mac is payin’.”
“Eeyup,” agreed the strong guy.
Before the friendly guy could say no, his stomach sounded off again.
GROWLLL!!!
Baked Apple was silent. “...Fine,” said the friendly guy. “Anythin’ ta keep my stomach quiet.”
He followed after the three, stomach growling the entire time. The friendly guy arrived inside and saw that it was a family-themed restaurant.
“Whoa. Looks incredible,” thought Baked Apple.
They then met the host, who after being told how many people were in the group, had grabbed four menus under his arm and guided them to an empty table. The friendly guy and Applejack sat on one side, while Big McIntosh and the younger apple sibling sat on the other side.
“A server will be right with you to take your order,” the host informed. He then left to go back to his post.
The four of them took a look at the menus, deciding on what to order.
“Hmm…Some’a these on the menu do sound good,” he thought. “Ah guess ah’ll get that an’ that too.”
The apple farmer looked over from her menu to look at Apple Bloom. “What are ya thinking of gettin’, Apple Bloom?” asked Applejack.
She pointed at two things on the menu. “Ah’m thinkin’ of gettin’ this an’ this with a Chocolate Milkshake,” answered the younger apple sibling.
“Don’t stuff yerself full. You don’t wanna end up sick, now do ya?” asked the apple farmer.
Apple Bloom shook her head. “No,” answered the younger apple sibling.
“A Chocolate Milkshake does sound good, but Big McIntosh is payin’ for everythin’. Ah don’t want ‘em to waste too much money on all of us,” thought Baked Apple. “Ah guess a lemonade sounds good.”
Nobody had noticed that the server had just arrived at their table.
“Hello there, Banan. Would you like to start with some appetizers?” greeted a male voice.
They looked in the direction of the voice to see that it belonged to a transfeminine guy.
She smiled at them. “Howdy there, Banana Pie. How’s ya ma, pa, an’ lil’ siblin’ doin’?” asked Applejack.
Banana Pie smiled back at the apple farmer. “They’re doing great, Applejack. Business is going great for our restaurant,” responded the waitress. She then looked at the friendly guy, curious, but also wanted to make friends with him. “Hello there. Who are you?”
“Howdy there. Mah name’s Baked Apple, but you can call me B.A. for short,” greeted Baked Apple.
Hearing his name made Banana Pie turn to look at Applejack, now confused.
She chuckled as the apple farmer had felt the same exact way as the waitress did before. “Nah, B.P., we’re not related. Ah already asked B.A. about it before when ah first met ‘im,” Applejack informed. She looked at the friendly guy. “Baked Apple, meet Banana Pie. Her ma an’ pa own the restaurant. Not only that, but 'er little brother Blueberry Pie also goes ta the same school as Apple Bloom, while she’s going to the same school as me and my friends are going to be attending this year.”
After hearing the apple farmer’s explanation, he then smiled at Banana Pie. “Nice ta meet ya, Banana Pie,” greeted Baked Apple.
She smiled back. “Nice to meet you too, B.A.,” said Banana Pie. The waitress looked at all of them. “Now, would any of you like to start with some appetizers?”
The four of them were waiting for their drinks as Applejack wanted Apple Juice, Apple Bloom ordered a Chocolate Milkshake, Iced Tea for Big McIntosh, and a Lemonade for Baked Apple. The apple farmer had ordered some Onion Rings, while the younger apple sibling ordered some Jalapeno Poppers, and the friendly guy, who was convinced that he could order anything, had also ordered Jalapeno Poppers as well.
She decided to start some small talk with Baked Apple, who was staring at the decorations. “So, Baked Apple. About yer family?” asked Applejack.
That snapped him out of his staring. “Ah’m sorry, but what did ya say?” asked the friendly guy.
“Ah was askin’ what yer family is like. Can ya tell us anythin’ about ‘em?” asked the apple farmer.
Baked Apple blinked at her question before a smile appeared on his face. “Sure. Starting with mah parents, mah pa is a hard workin’ guy who loves his family ta death, while mah ma’s beautiful, an’ also kinda twitchy too,” said the friendly guy.
“Why would she be twitchy? Is she okay?” asked Apple Bloom, curious.
He sighed, angrily. “Yeah, except she was fired from ‘er job at the school without any answer as ta why, an’ was only told ta pack up ‘er stuff an’ leave the premises. After that, she got kicked out of ‘er home by ‘er boyfriend since the snake was moochin’ off of ‘er fer ‘er money while livin’ with ‘er, so he started datin’ another girl, and then the varmint kicked had ‘er pack up ‘er stuff before the son of a mule kicked ‘er out of ‘er own house,” explained Baked Apple angrily. “After that, she became what everyone has been callin’ behind ‘er back, a ‘conspiracy nut’. Few months later, she met my dad on his family’s farm, an’ the rest is history.” The friendly guy had angrily done the quotation marks with his fingers.
As soon as Baked Apple was finished, he noticed that his audience was staring at the friendly guy, all quiet. Not only that, but Banana Pie had arrived with their drinks too, and she was quiet as well.
He decided to change the subject. “Oh, lookie here. It’s Banana Pie with our drinks,” said Baked Apple. The friendly guy looked at the waitress.
That snapped her out of her staring.
“Oh. Yeah,” said Banana Pie. “Here are your drinks.”
The waitress passed each of them their drinks, causing the others to change their focus, for now. Once they all had their drinks, she had gotten out her order pad and pen again.
“Are you all ready to order?” asked Banana Pie.
The apple siblings were all looking at him. It seems they were offering for the friendly guy to go first.
“Y’all go first. Ah’m okay with goin’ last,” said Baked Apple, smiling.
Seeing that he was okay with it, the three decided to accept it.
“Ah think ah’ll have the Pulled Pork Sandwiches with Fries an’ a side of Coleslaw. Also, a slice of Apple Pie,” Applejack informed.
The waitress nodded, taking down the order.
The younger apple sibling went next. “Ah’d like the Macaroni an’ Chicken Cheese Meal, an’ a slice of Cheesecake please,” she informed.
“Okay,” said Banana Pie.
“Ah’ll have a Steak Dinner. Well Done,” the strong guy added. “And a slice of Apple Pie as well.”
“Great. And for you?” she asked, looking at Baked Apple.
“Ah’d like to order the ‘PBJSBBBO Burger’ with some Sweet Potato Fries an’ a Chicken Caesar Salad. Also, can ya kindly inform the chef that ah’d like mah burger cooked Medium Well?” he informed.
That confused the three apple siblings, but as for the waitress, she was a little bit surprised.
“The what?” asked the apple farmer.
“The PBJSBBBO Burger,” the friendly guy informed. Baked Apple pointed somewhere on the menu. “It’s right here.”
The three looked where he was pointing on their menus. Then, the three had faces of unease as they had read what it was. The PBJSBBBO Burger is actually known as the ‘Peanut Butter, Jelly, Swiss, Bacon, Banana, Bologna, and Onion’ Burger. It’s a burger that has a one-pound ground beef patty, Peanut Butter and Jelly as the condiments, Swiss Cheese, few strips of Bacon, sliced Bananas, a few slices of Bologna, and grilled onions as the toppings, and the buns that hold them all together are Brioche Buns that have been brushed with butter and grilled.
Banana Pie had said what the others were thinking. “Um, are you sure? Don’t you want something else instead?” asked the waitress.
He shook his head. “Naw. Ah’ll have the PBJSBBBO Burger,” said Baked Apple, adamant. “Back then, one of my sis did say that ah should ‘try out new things’, so that’s what ah’m doin’. Besides, somethin’ like this must be popular with some people, right?”
She scoffed. “Try no one. Those who ordered it only took a few bites before leaving it on their plates or spitting it out into their napkins before saying that the burger-” The waitress did the quotation marks with her fingers while having an annoyed look on her face. “-‘tastes disgusting and that they want their money back’,” said Banana Pie. “Others who see it on the menu talk about it behind my back saying it-” She angrily did the quotation marks again. “-‘belongs in the trash’.”
“Well, it sounds mighty tasty. Ah’d like ta try it please,” said the friendly guy.
The waitress sighed. “Fine. I guess you’ll be another one who’ll hate it too,” said Banana Pie. “So you said you want the burger done Medium Well, you want the fries to be Sweet Potato Fries, and you also want a Chicken Caesar Salad?”
Baked Apple nodded. She then wrote down his order before heading off towards the kitchen.
The friendly guy decided to continue off where he was talking about before, but with a change in subject. “So, as ah was sayin’, ah’m from a family of three older an’ one younger sisters, an’ one older an’ two younger brothers. Other than us livin’ there, there’s also our Granny an' Grandpa, mah older brother’s girlfriend an’ his baby son, an’ our farm animals an’ pets,” explained Baked Apple. “Oh, an’ even mah cousin once removed from mah pa’s side of the family, an’ ‘er daughter, both of ‘em stayin’ with us ‘til she finds a place fer the two of ‘em ta live in the city.”
She was impressed from hearing about his family. “Golly, ya have one big family livin’ together on the farm. Is there anythin’ else ya can tell us about yer family?” asked the apple farmer.
The friendly guy thought about it. “Well…” said Baked Apple.
He decided a few stories wouldn’t hurt, so the friendly guy then started telling them stories about his family.
Some Time Later
Banana Pie had arrived with some of their orders and gave it to each of them.
“I’ll be back with your Cheesecake, Apple Pie, and Chicken Caesar Salad,” the waitress informed.
“Thank ya. Ya can take yer time, BP,” said Applejack.
She nodded, and was about to leave, but decided to see Baked Apple’s reaction to his burger. The friendly guy looked calm as he grabbed the burger, and then took a bite out of it.
Baked Apple smiled as he enjoyed the burger. “Delicious,” said the friendly guy.
Apple Bloom couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Seriously? You like it?” asked the younger apple sibling, disbelief.
He nodded as he was being completely serious. It actually tasted great to Baked Apple. That made Banana Pie happy, hearing that someone liked the burger. The waitress headed back to the kitchen to go get the rest of their orders.
She placed a hand on her little sister’s shoulder. “Apple Bloom, everyone has their own taste in food, including ‘im. Best ta just either accept it or ignore it,” advised the apple farmer.
Deciding to heed her older sister’s advice, Apple Bloom focused on her meal instead, which was macaroni and cheese with diced grilled chicken and bell peppers baked in it, and a breadcrumb crust on top, with a side of garlic bread, steamed vegetables, and mashed sweet potatoes with butter and maple syrup mixed in. They all ate their food in silence.
A Few Minutes Later
The group had all finished their food and were currently full. They were waiting for the check, even though Big McIntosh was the one paying for everything. Applejack was silent, planning on talking to the friendly guy, but before the apple farmer could, a plate with a slice of Banana Cream Pie was placed in front of Baked Apple. They looked up to see that it was the waitress who did it.
He was confused as to why she gave that to him. “Ah didn’t order this,” said the friendly guy.
“We give out a slice of banana cream pie to everyone who comes to the restaurant for the first time for free, and since it’s your first time here, you get one free of charge,” explained Banana Pie.
Baked Apple nodded, understanding. “Oh…” he said. The friendly guy smiled. “Thanks. Ah love banana cream pies. They’re in mah Top 5 Favorite Desserts at number three.”
“What’s number one and two?” asked the waitress.
He took a bite out of the pie. “Mah ma’s apple strawberry cheesecake an’ chocolate chunk muffins,” the friendly guy informed.
She nodded. Banana Pie would’ve said more, but then a voice interrupted the waitress.
“Applejack darling, is that you?” asked a female voice with a posh accent.
Everyone looked over to see that the voice belonged to a girl with purple-colored stylish hair and was dressed up like a fashionista. Next to her was a shy-looking girl with long, pink hair and was dressed up in a butterfly t-shirt and pants. The two of them were standing next to a table that was near the group’s.
She smiled. “Howdy, Rares. Shy,” greeted the apple farmer. “What are y’all doin’ here?”
“Hi, Applejack darling. Me and Fluttershy came here because we were planning on discussing with everyone about how Summer is almost over and that we’ll all be starting the 10th Grade this year,” explained the pretty girl. “I was going to call you on your phone when Fluttershy had pointed at you and your family sitting across from us.” She had noticed Baked Apple sitting with Applejack’s family. “Oh, who’s this? Nice to meet you, darling.”
“Rares, Shy, this is Baked Apple, and no, we’re not related. Ah checked,” answered the apple farmer. Applejack turned to look at the friendly guy. “Baked Apple, ah’d like fer ya ta meet mah friends, Rares an’ Shy.”
She smiled. “Nice to meet you there, darling. The name’s Rarity, and this-” The pretty girl gestured at the shy girl, who ‘eeped’ in response. “-is Fluttershy,” she introduced.
Fluttershy shyly waved. “H-Hi,” greeted the shy girl.
He waved at the two. “Howdy there. Nice ta meet y’all,” greeted Baked Apple. “Seems like a weird coincidence that the day I ended up in this world was the same day they were going to have a meeting here.”
As for Applejack, she looked at Rarity with a deadpan look. “Ya didn’t need ta reintroduce yerselves ta ‘im. Ah’d already done that for y’all,” said the apple farmer, deadpan tone.
She scoffed. “It’s hardly an introduction when you were calling us by the nicknames you gave us. We can introduce ourselves, you know?” said the pretty girl.
“Ah know that, but yer mah friends. Ah should introduce ya howeva ah want,” argued Applejack.
The friendly guy decided to change the subject before this turned into an argument.
“So, yer all in High School? Must be loads of fun?” he asked.
Luckily, it worked as Baked Apple’s questions had distracted Rarity from her soon-to-be argument with the apple farmer.
The pretty girl sighed dramatically. “Well, it does have its ups and downs, but it’s school. It even has some fun things like dances, prom, plays, performances, and school events,” answered Rarity, perking up at the second part. She had a sneaky look on her face. “Not to mention the juicy gossip that goes around school.”
Suddenly, a teenage girl with light skin, poofy pink hair, wearing a white t-shirt with pink stripes, cream-colored shorts, white sneakers that were decorated with accessories that looked like balloons and was decorated like it was in a candy factory, and pieces of streamers on her, had showed up out of nowhere by the table. She looked excited and even a bit hyper, seeing as how the she was bouncing around on her feet.
The mystery girl looked at the pretty girl. “Don’t forget about the parties, Rarity!” she exclaimed.
That surprised everyone, including Fluttershy, who hid behind Rarity.
The mystery girl didn’t even notice everyone’s surprised looks and continued. “Like last year’s party at the park!” she said, excited. The mystery girl then noticed Baked Apple and held out her hand. “Hello there, my name’s Pinkie Pie. I’m the town’s best partier. I love parties, attending parties, giving parties, and even celebrating parties. What’s your name? Are you new in town?”
He smiled, seeing as Pinkie Pie wanted to be friends with the friendly guy. “Howdy, mah name’s Baked Apple. No relation ta Applejack an’ her family, an’ yes, ah’m new in town,” answered Baked Apple.
The party girl smiled widely. “It’s so nice to meet you, Baked Apple! I hope you have a fun time living in Ponyville!” she said.
The pretty girl decided to butt into their conversation. Rarity crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. “Pinkie Pie darling, what did I say about surprising us like that?” asked the pretty girl.
Pinkie Pie thought about it. “Only do it at parties and Halloween?” she answered.
Rarity nodded. “Exactly,” she said.
Before more could be said, a pair of teenage girls had approached them. One of them was an athletic-looking girl with rainbow-colored hair, and wearing a white t-shirt, blue jean jacket, blue jean shorts, white sneakers with rainbow streaks, and a sweatband on her head. The other was a smart-looking girl with long, dark purple hair with lighter purple streaks, and was wearing a purple shirt with a vest on top, cream-colored skirt, leather shoes, and a backpack by her side.
“Hey there, everyone. Sorry we’re late,” apologized the smart girl. She looked at the athletic girl. “I had a hard time trying to pry Rainbow Dash from her video games.”
Rainbow Dash looked at the smart girl, angrily. “Hey! It’s not my fault, Twilight,” she argued. The athletic girl had a determined expression. “I got challenged and I needed to win.” Rainbow Dash grinned. “Besides, aren’t you the same way with your books Ms. Twilight ‘I love books’ Sparkle?”
Twilight Sparkle stuttered in embarrassment. “I-I’m not like that, Rainbow Dash,” argued the smart girl. Twilight Sparkle looked at her friends for support. “Right, girls?”
The smart girl’s friends all looked away, unable to look or answer the smart girl.
Now it was the pretty girl’s turn to change the subject. “Twilight. Rainbow Dash,” she said. Rarity gestured at the friendly guy. “It seems we have a new person moving into town. Meet Baked Apple, a non-relative of Applejack’s family.”
The two looked at him.
Twilight Sparkle waved at Baked Apple. “Nice to meet you, Baked Apple. My name’s Twilight Sparkle,” said the smart girl. She gestured at the athletic girl who waved in response. “And this is Rainbow Dash. Where are you from?”
“From mah family’s farmhouse located far in the forest. It’s a pretty nice place, and mah family are all a bunch of great folks,” answered the friendly guy, smiling. Baked Apple stood up from his seat and grabbed his backpack. “Well, ah should get goin’. Ah’ll need ta find a place ta sleep in town durin’ mah stay here before it gets dark. Thanks fer the hospitality, an’ ah’ll see y’all later.”
Before the friendly guy could even take a step away, Applejack stopped him.
“Wait,” she said.
That worked as Baked Apple had stopped in his tracks.
“Ah was wonderin’ if ya had a place ta stay? Do ya have any relatives that live here?” asked the apple farmer.
The friendly guy shook his head. “Nope. No relatives live in this town,” answered Baked Apple.
That confused her. “Then where are ya goin’ ta stay?” asked Applejack.
“Probably either somewhere in an alley, or maybe in the forest,” he answered. “Ah am lookin’ fer a way back home after all. Ah might not stay here fer a long time.”
That shocked everyone.
“Ah can’t let ya do that, Baked Apple. Ya shouldn’t be livin’ out in the streets or in the forest by yerself,” said the apple pony. “How about ya stay over mah family’s house? Just until ya either go back ta yer home or git a place of yer own.”
The friendly guy shook his head. “No thanks. Ah’ve already accepted yer hospitality with gettin’ ta the town, an’ yer brother fer payin’ fer the meal, but ah shouldn’t accept anymore when it comes ta yer home,” said Baked Apple. “Ah don’t want ta be a bother.”
Unfortunately, she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “Ah insist. Me an’ my family can set up an extra room fer ya,” argued Applejack.
But he didn’t want to take up space in the apple farmer’s home. “An’ ah have ta say no ta yer offer,” argued the friendly guy.
The two weren’t going to back down as Applejack and Baked Apple were both being stubborn.
An idea had popped into his head. “Let’s settle this with a game of arm-wrestlin’. Ya win, ah’ll stay with ya an’ yer family, but if ah win, then ya have ta accept mah decision,” offered the friendly guy.
The apple farmer thought about it before nodding. Deciding things through arm-wrestling did sound fair to her after all. “Sounds good,” agreed Applejack.
Baked Apple sat down back in his seat, ready to arm-wrestle.
A Few Seconds Later
The friendly guy was rubbing his arm as Baked Apple had lost less than a few seconds. As soon as they started arm-wrestling, he was for some reason unable to budge her arm at all and ended up losing in an instant.
“Whoa nelly, it was like trying ta arm-wrestle a steel pipe. Just how strong is she?” thought the friendly guy, impressed.
“Would ya like ta have a rematch?” offered the apple farmer.
He shook his head. “No thanks. Ah’m fine with just one game,” said Baked Apple. “What about yer family? Did ya ask them what they think about this?”
Applejack looked at her siblings.
“Ah’m okay with it. It’s nice ta help someone in need,” said Apple Bloom. She looked up at her big brother. “Right Big McIntosh?”
“Eeyup,” agreed Big McIntosh.
The friendly guy was quite surprised that even the apple farmer’s siblings were willing to help him out as well. “Oh, I see. Well, mighty kind of y’all,” said Baked Apple.
“Think nothin’ of it,” said the younger apple sibling.
Twilight Sparkle had an impatient look on her face. “Now that that’s over, we need to discuss school, Applejack. We’re all going to be busy since school starts next month,” said the smart girl. She wasn’t impatient, but it was important that they all be prepared for school and the tenth grade.
Baked Apple was surprised. That meant it was August. “I’ve been meaning to find out what today’s date was but at least I know now,” he thought.
For some reason, the apple farmer looked at Baked Apple. “Speaking of school, what about you? Shouldn’t ya be startin’ school too?” she asked.
Now everyone was looking at him, which made the friendly guy feel nervous.
“Um…ah’m homeschooled, and ah don’t exist in any system since ah’ve lived on a farm in a forest mah entire life, but ah guess ah’d be in the ninth grade since ah haven’t started the high school stuff yet,” answered Baked Apple, lying.
It was partly a lie. He is currently in the ninth grade, but is attending school, just not in their dimension and not as the friendly guy they saw. Luckily, Baked Apple’s lie worked and had everyone fooled.
“Aww, that’s too bad. I wanted to introduce you to everyone and become friends with people in my school,” said the party girl, disappointed.
He felt bad about lying, but the friendly guy didn’t know how any of them would react if Baked Apple had told them the truth. “Ah’m sorry, but unless y’all can find someone who works fer the government an’ can get me inta the system, ah don’t think yer school will allow me ta attend or even set foot inside an’ learn,” said the friendly guy.
Twilight Sparkle decided to chime in. “Actually, I do know someone or some people who could help you out with that problem. I’ll give them a call and ask them if they can help with getting you to attend school,” she said.
Baked Apple was surprised again. “Are ya sure? Ah don’t wanna be a bother,” he said.
The smart girl smiled. “It’s no problem at all. After all, school is important, and everyone should have the right to attend school and learn,” said Twilight Sparkle, gleaming in her eyes.
Rainbow Dash groaned. “Ugh, school. What an egghead,” she muttered.
“Rainbow Dash! Rude!” admonished the pretty girl.
“What? It’s true!” responded the athletic girl.
Rarity couldn’t argue with that since the smart girl did in fact love going to school. “Still…,” she said.
The friendly guy decided to accept the Twilight Sparkle’s offer. Besides, Baked Apple had a feeling that if he didn’t, then Applejack would have instead. Also, with the excuse of going to school, the friendly guy can check out the school’s statue. “Mighty kind of ya’, miss Twilight,” said Baked Apple.
She smiled. “Think nothing of it,” said the smart girl. Twilight Sparkle then looked at the apple farmer. “Now, about school.”
Some Time Later
The friendly guy was saying bye to Banana Pie outside the restaurant as the girls’ conversation had finished a while ago and it was time to go. Even the meal was paid for by the strong guy.
“It was nice meeting ya, Banana Pie. Maybe we’ll meet each other again?” asked Baked Apple. He held out a hand.
She smiled and shook the friendly guy’s hand. “Yeah. Maybe when you visit next time?” asked the waitress. “I hope he visits next time. I want him to try out the other stuff on the menu I created.”
“Of course,” Baked Apple agreed. He blushed. “Now that ah think about it, Banana Pie does look mighty purty. Ah should ask ‘em out sometime.”
The friendly guy and Banana Pie stopped shaking hands. Baked Apple walked over to Big MacIntosh’s truck where the Apple siblings were waiting for him and climbed into the pickup’s cargo bed again. As the vehicle was leaving, the friendly guy waved at the waitress who waved back at him. When the truck was far enough away, Banana Pie stopped waving and went back inside the restaurant.
Meanwhile At An Unknown Location
Miles of darkness enveloped this place, and only a repeating sound came from within it. As it grew more frequent, the soil cracked and was slowly pushed aside by a small flower that, once free from its earthly confines, began to quickly grow.
It’s been a few days ever since Baked Apple moved in with the Apple Family. The friendly guy had been introduced to the Apple siblings’ grandmother, Granny Smith, who after being informed of everything by the three, welcomed him to the house. They’ve all been treating Baked Apple like he was one of their own, which the friendly guy technically was. During the time he’s been living at the farm, Baked Apple has been doing farm work like helping feed the animals, milk the cows, collect eggs, pick apples from the trees into buckets, and has even been helping with the house chores as well.
Right now, the friendly guy was feeding the chickens. He winced in annoyance. “Hay! Quit peckin’ mah legs!” commanded Baked Apple.
Some chickens were pecking his legs while the others were eating. The friendly guy threw out the rest of the chicken feed before heading for the fence while the rest of the chickens that were left kept pecking. After making sure the chickens were away from the fence, Baked Apple quickly left and closed the gate behind him.
The friendly guy sighed, heading for the house as Baked Apple was finished with his final chore. “There’s gotta be an easier way ta feed them gosh darn chickens than goin’ in an’ out of the area,” questioned Baked Apple.
He reached the porch where there was an old lady sitting in a rocking chair.
“Hay, Granny Smith. Ah’m done with mah chores an’ now ah’m goin’ inside the house,” announced the friendly guy. “Do ya need anythin’ before ah go inside?”
She smiled. “No, dearie,” said Granny Smith.
Baked Apple smiled before walking inside. As soon as he arrived, the friendly guy ended up face to face with Applejack and Twilight Sparkle, and one of them looked kind of psychotic.
Seeing the weird look on the smart girl’s face made him feel a bit weirded out. “Uhh, Applejack? Why is Twilight actin’ that way?” asked Baked Apple.
Before the apple farmer could answer that, Twilight Sparkle started talking. “Baked Apple, there’s only eight days left before school starts, and you’re supposed to take your test in four days. I was able to ask some help from some people I know if they could help get you into school by convincing the school board, which they were able to…” she said before pausing.
“Ah sense there’s a but in this,” he thought.
The smart girl then started looking even more psychotic. “But the school board had a condition. In order for you to be accepted into the High School, you have to take some tests in order to convince them to allow you to attend. If you pass you get in and start at the 9th grade, but if you fail, then you won’t be able to enter,” continued Twilight Sparkle.
“Okay,” said the friendly guy, nonchalantly.
She started freaking out. “Okay?! You should be freaking out right now!” shouted Twilight Sparkle.
Baked Apple is freaking out on the inside but is also feeling calm too. “Twilight, panickin’ won’t solve anythin’. All that matters is that ah do mah best,” he said, in a calm tone.
The smart girl was going to respond to that, Applejack had placed a hand on her shoulder, gaining Twilight Sparkle’s attention.
“He’s right, Twi. All that matters is that he tried,” agreed the apple farmer.
Seeing that she was outnumbered, the smart girl sighed. “Okay. Fine,” surrendered Twilight Sparkle. “If you can do your best and complete enough of the tests, which is three out of four, then you’ll pass and will be able to enter the school.” The smart girl directed the two to follow her, which they did. “So, to pass the written tests, all you need to do-” Twilight Sparkle had brought them to the living room where on the table were tons of books. “-is to study until you can memorize enough of them!”
The friendly guy was shocked at the number of books. “All this fer the written tests?” asked Baked Apple.
She nodded. “Yeah. Me and Applejack will be helping you study every day, and we will even test and quiz you on things until you get enough of them right,” the smart girl informed.
He didn’t know whether to continue to feel surprised or feel happy. So, the friendly guy settled for both. “Well, that is mighty kind of y’all,” said Baked Apple.
Twilight Sparkle smiled. “Great. Now, let’s get to studying!” she cheered.
Four Days Later
The friendly guy was lying face down on the bed, hair disheveled, drooling into his pillow. Baked Apple had stayed up all night studying thanks to Twilight Sparkle and Applejack making sure he had memorized everything for the next day.
“SNRRRRRRRRRRRK!!!” snored the friendly guy.
The time was currently 6:32, and Baked Apple had his alarm clock set for 8 o’clock since he is supposed to be at the school for his tests at 9:30. Baked Apple needed all the sleep he could get for the morning. Suddenly, the friendly guy shot up from out of bed, looking like he woke up from a nightmare.
Baked Apple was panting for a while before calming down. “That’s it. No more cheese fries before bed,” said the friendly guy.
Soon after Baked Apple had said that he fell back onto his pillow, asleep once more.
“SNRRRRRRRRRRRK!!!” snored the friendly guy, again.
Two Hours and Thirteen Minutes Later
Baked Apple was at the school, and he would’ve taken a tour just to see the entire school plus to see if they had a statue, but the friendly guy was more focused on taking his tests first, and then taking the tour later. There were four tests: Written, Physical, Magical, and Spiritual, they could happen in any order after the written test, and that there was one teacher for each of the tests that were chosen to be in charge of them. Baked Apple had arrived at the classroom where he would be taking his first test: the written test. With Baked Apple was the Apple Family, minus Granny Smith and Apple Bloom since the old lady was a bit too old to ride back and forth with them, and the younger Apple sibling had chores to do.
“Good luck, Baked Apple. Ah know ya can do it,” said the apple farmer.
Big McIntosh nodded. “Eeyup,” he agreed.
The friendly guy smiled. “Thanks,” said Baked Apple.
He walked into the classroom, and in it was a teacher who was standing by the teacher’s desk with stacks of papers on top of it.
“Howdy there, ah’m Baked Apple. Ah came here ta take mah test?” said the friendly guy.
The teacher smiled. “Nice to meet you, Baked Apple. My name is Healthy Light, and I’m your examiner for this test,” they said. “Each part of this test involves multiple subjects that you’ll be taking as a 9th Grader if you were to pass and attend this school.” Healthy Light directed a hand at the desks. “You can sit at any desk you want up front. Once you have chosen a desk, I’ll hand you your test for the first subject, along with a pencil and scantron sheet, and then you can begin.”
Baked Apple nodded, and then he sat down at the desk in the middle. The teacher placed down the test, scantron sheet, and a pencil.
“Is there a time limit ta this thing?” asked the friendly guy, wondering. He knew that there were some tests with time limits, and some without. It was so that Baked Apple could make sure that he could complete all of the tests in time if there was a time limit.
Healthy Light shook their head. “No. Take as long as you need,” reassured the teacher. “There’s no rush. But at the same time, don’t take too long. After this, you’ll need to visit the next teacher for your next test, and you don’t want to keep them waiting.”
The friendly guy nodded and looked down at his test. It had the words ‘History’ on the front.
Baked Apple breathed in, and then out. “Ah can fuckin’ do this,” thought the friendly guy, determined.
He turned the page and started on the test.
1 Hour and a Few Minutes Later
Baked Apple sighed in relief as he had just completed the last subject: Math.
“Ah’m finally finished with all mah tests,” thought the friendly guy, relieved.
Luckily, the math problems were all stuff that he had learned in the ninth grade already. So far, Baked Apple had to take not only a history test, but also an English test, a Geography test, and finally, the Math test.
Healthy Light went over to the friendly guy’s desk and collected the test and scantron sheet, smiling. “You can take a few minute break if you want to stretch your body before heading off to your next test. No one said you couldn’t,” the teacher informed. They went back over to their desk.
The friendly guy nodded, and then stood up from the desk. Baked Apple then stretched out his entire body around, getting all of the cricks out. Once the friendly guy was all relaxed from taking a break, Baked Apple headed for the door.
Healthy Light decided to say something before the friendly guy left. “I hope to see you attending as you seem like such a smart person, and if you do end up passing, then I’d like to inform you that you’ll be attending my History Class this year,” said the teacher. They smiled at Baked Apple.
The friendly guy smiled back. “Thank ya kindly, an’ ah hope so too. Ya seem like a nice person,” said Baked Apple. Before he was about to leave, the friendly guy realized that he needed directions to the next test. “Which way should ah be heading?”
“You should be heading for the magic class now. To get there, just turn right after you leave the classroom and keep on going until you reach the second hallway, turn left, and go down the hallway until you reach the fifth classroom, and it should be on your left,” instructed the teacher.
“Thank ya kindly again,” said Baked Apple.
The friendly guy left the classroom and followed Healthy Light’s directions until he reached the door to the magic class.
“...It’s not like this test will be much harder…right?” questioned Baked Apple, worried.
Baked Apple entered the magic classroom. Inside the room were magic books, magical ingredients, etc. The only other person inside the classroom, other than him, was a person standing by a magical circle that was drawn on the floor and had two different-colored crystals floating in the air above it.
She smiled. “Hello, there. It’s nice to meet you,” said the magic teacher. “My name’s Nox Lunarwing, and I teach magic and magic spells to all of the students who use magic in this school. I’m also the teacher in charge of this test, which tests your magical abilities.”
That made the friendly guy worried. “Uh-oh. It seems that ah’m in much of a pickle,” he thought. Baked Apple was created to be a normal human, so there’s no telling if he has any magical abilities.
“I want you to stand in the middle of the magic circle and concentrate your magic on the crystals,” Nox instructed. “The one on the left will test your magic’s natural affinity, while the one on the right tests your magic’s strength.”
The friendly guy decided to come out with it before Baked Apple ended up embarrassing himself. “Ah don’t know how ta use magic. In fact, no one in mah family had ever used magic before,” said Baked Apple, slightly lying.
Hearing that left her shocked.
“Oh…Well, I can teach you if you like?” offered Nox.
The friendly guy smiled. “Thank ya kindly, ma’am,” he said.
Baked Apple walked over to the circle and stood in the middle of it.
“First, have the palms of your hands facing the crystal…” started the magic teacher.
The friendly guy did as she said.
“Next, close your eyes,” continued Nox.
He closed his eyes.
“Now you must look inward until you find the source of your magic,” said the magic teacher.
Baked Apple concentrated hard to look inward but couldn’t see anything. “I can’t see anything. Nothing’s there,” he informed.
Suddenly, something appeared in the darkness before the friendly guy.
“No, wait. I see something now,” he corrected.
The magic teacher smiled. “Good. Finally, concentrate the magic and bring it out through the palms of your hands, and release it at the crystals,” finished Nox.
Baked Apple followed her instructions and released the magic at the crystals. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and saw that nothing happened. No magic came out of the friendly guy’s hands, making him disappointed.
Seeing Baked Apple’s expression, Nox gave him a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. You’re new at using magic,” she said. “With enough training, you’ll be able to use magic and find out what your natural affinity is. In fact, I’ll give you extra training at school to help you. So, even if you fail my test, you just need to pass the other two in order to attend the school.” The magic teacher gave the friendly guy a thumbs-up. “I know you can do it. I believe in you.”
Hearing that made Baked Apple cheer up and smile. “Thank ya kindly, ma’am. Ah’ll do mah best ta past the other tests,” he said. “Where should ah head fer next?”
After receiving directions to the next test, the friendly guy left the room.
Nox smiled. “I hope he passes the other tests. It’ll be interesting to have someone like him in this school,” she said.
The magic teacher was about to walk over and grab the magic crystals, when suddenly, the crystal on the right had shattered, surprising Nox.
“What the hell?!” she shouted.
Then, the next thing that happened, the crystal on the left had ended up corrupted with red lines all over it before falling apart.
The magic teacher was shocked as both crystals were destroyed. “That’s impossible. No one was near them, except-” Nox realized something. “-that Baked Apple guy who was here less than a minute ago,” she thought. “It seems that it took a while for his magic to affect the crystals, but whatever his magic was, it was strong enough to shatter one of them, but also terrifying enough that it ended up corrupting the other. Without the proper training, his magic is that powerful.“ She furrowed her brows. “Without any control, it’ll be dangerous if unleashed.”
The magic teacher walked over to her desk and went through the papers resting on it, quickly finding one with Baked Apple’s picture and name on it. They were Nox’s evaluation papers for the boy’s test. “I have to make sure that he learns proper control, or else everyone, including him, will be in danger,” she thought.
Few Minutes Later
He arrived at the school’s Gym and walked inside.
“Welcome,” greeted a male voice.
Baked Apple looked and saw that it was the teacher of the next test.
“My name is Silver Charge, and I’m the school’s Football Coach. For my test, you just need to climb the rope, reach the top, and ring the bell, and do all that three times in less than thirty minutes,” the man informed. “If you do it, then I’ll pass you.”
He smiled. “Sure thing,” said the friendly guy.
Baked Apple walked over to the rope.
When Silver Charge saw that the friendly guy was ready, he started the timer. “And, go!” shouted the man.
Baked Apple started climbing the rope at a good yet fast pace so as to not tire himself out yet not be too slow and waste time.
Less Than Thirty Minutes Later
It’s been almost thirty minutes, and the friendly guy’s hand was nearing the bell.
RING!!! RING!!! RING!!!
Relieved that he was finally done, Baked Apple slid down the rope until he made it to the bottom.
“How was that, teach?” asked the friendly guy, curious.
“...Twenty-eight minutes and thirty-five seconds. You’ve passed,” answered Silver Charge.
Baked Apple smiled. “Ah knew ah could do it,” he said. The friendly guy became curious about something as it had crossed Baked Apple’s mind. “If yer the coach, then where’s the gym teacher? Ah thought they woulda been in charge of this test instead.”
As soon as the friendly guy asked that, the man smiled. Silver Charge turned and faced in another direction.
“Pay up, Farseer. I told you he was going to ask about that before your test happened,” he called out, grinning.
That confused the friendly guy on who the man was talking to since no one was there, but then suddenly came the sounds of footsteps and a man stepping into Baked Apple’s line-of-sight.
