Letter
Dreamshy
Prologue
Warmth.
Sitting atop a hill, looking in the afternoon sunset. A few autumn colored trees are surrounding you, a stream silently rushing by. Closing your eyes, you breath deep taking the clean, crisp air, filling your lungs until slowly exhaling. Laying down to stare in the afternoon sky, you hear the soft crunch of grass, turning your head to the side while cracking one eye, you see the yellow Pegasus known as Fluttershy slowly making her way to you, her pink mane flowing in the small breeze. She has a picnic basket in her mouth.
You sit up, still looking at her. She tries to smile, you can barely make it out due to the wicker basket's handle in her mouth, sometimes you just wish she was a unicorn, so she didn't have to carry everything with her mouth. Walking towards her, reaching out to grab the basket, she gladly allows you, still smiling at you. Walking in unison back to the spot on the hill, you can't help to noticed she seems happy, a lot more that usually. The shell that she hid in when out in public was gone, she didn't hold anything back, emotions or feelings. Love or hate. Nothing keep secret.
“Cat, can I ask you something?”
Looking down at the pony, her light green eyes staring back at you. Cat, short for Catori meaning spirit. It was a nickname given to you by Fluttershy when you first introduced yourself.
“Sure, anything Flutter.”
She tensed for a moment, her face slightly blushing under her yellow coat. Suddenly her face straighten, with no emotion. Her eyes were blank.
A female voice, not of her own, yelled.
“Wake up, Louis. You missed the class change!”
You shot up, missing the female's head by inches. Class change? Was I dreaming? You mumble to yourself. You are sitting at your desk in your English class.
“Son of a- Sorry Miss Leno. How long this time?”
“About 15 minutes into the warm up, Are you feeling ok? This is the forth time this week.”
“Ye-Yea, everything is ok. Just a bad night.”
Grabbing your notebook and the papers Miss Leno was handing you. Stuffing everything into your backpack. You look back at the desk from the doorway, checking if you left anything. Then dash out of the room, rushing to your next class, Computer Science. Your teachers have become accustom to your sleeping issues lately. In truth, it was bad nights, well more like good nights, that dream wasn't the first, many have happened before, mostly of Fluttershy.
Having no control over yourself in these dreams, you just watch, it was claustrophobic at first, but you coped. From spending your nights watching this dream story unfold, you were visiting from Canterlot. Princess Celestia wanted you to check on Twilight, the local librarian. Not really knowing why the princess wanted tabs on a librarian. You followed the order without argument. After the first report, she ordered you to say in Ponyville, still to keep an eye out for Twilight. She was really taking an interest in this librarian, almost stalker like.
Your mind snapping back to reality, reaching for the door handle to the Computer lab, you see Mr Dick still taking role. Well, at least you aren’t that late. You turn the handle, opening the door, not a single glance was seen. Quickly making your way to your seat at the back of the class.
“And Louis. Well, today we will be starting a class project. Everyone will be pairing up with a---”
Quickly losing interest in what Mr Dick as telling the class, the class was an odd numbered class, so your partner was the computer. It wasn't like you did anything in the class, just played random games and google random words. Anything he assigns is easily completed within minutes.
Thinking back to the dreams, they started early in the week. You have no idea why you are dreaming about ponies, or Pegasus for that matter. But every time you do dream, you are in a blissful state of relaxation, something you can never find in your life. This one pony, Fluttershy, dominated almost every dream. You even started to draw ponies on your off time, granted they looked like shit's ugly sister, but still. The dreams have been becoming longer, harder to tell between real and what is dream-state, except for the talking ponies. They are increasingly becoming the only think on your mind, losing interest in school which was not hard to do in the first place. You wonder what caused this sudden change in your life, why you started to dream about ponies.
“Ahg, I really just need to stop thinking altogether. Meh, I feel like playing Bloxorz.”
“Stage 25”
You stare at the computer screen, you have completed this stage many times before but it is getting close dismissal. Closing the window, you see your bus pull up, the way the classroom is set up so does Mr Dick, he types something on his computer and waves goodbye to you as you walk out of the classroom. As you are walking to your locker the intercom system barks out.
“Any Students riding bus 106, you are now dismissed”
You open your locker, quickly shoving your English text book in, then grab a green binder. Locking the locker, you put the binder carefully in your backpack and start to walk to the lobby. Pushing the door open, your English teacher stops you.
“I'm going to have to call home, the headmaster wants to set up a meeting with you. You understand, right?”
“Yes Miss Leno.”
On the bus, you pull out your phone and plug in the earphones, then tap play. Soft guitar music fills your ears, drowning out the loud engine and kids yelling to each other. You close your eyes, counting the stops, 14, 15, 16. You open your eyes and stand up, your stop was always the sixteenth. Checking by looking out the window, you see a two level house with a garage. Home.
After almost tripping over the legs of many children who don't care to move them, you walk to the mailbox, opening the flap and grabbing any mail, checking over for junk.
“Bill, Bill, Newsletter, junk, junk, and more junk.”
Walking up the pathway to the front door, you see a package, looking at the label, you see it for you. The return address is scratched out.
“Hm, I don't remember ordering anything, I wonder who sent it.”
You walking the house, closing the door behind you. Putting the mail down on the small table next to the shoe basket, you walk into the kitchen, throwing the junk mail into the trash. Your focus now turns to the package. Grabbing a butter knife, you cut the tape holding the flaps. Opening the box, you see packing peanuts and a small note on top of the pile. Picking the letter up, it reads.
Dear Louis,
Your dreams are not unusual. Judging by the amount of times you have visited me, it shouldn't be long before you arrive. You are needed to fulfill an assignment. I'm unable to explain in detail what this assignment is due to the situation at hand. You may ask any questions, once you arrive that is. If you wish to not take part in the assignment, then when you arrive I can send you back.
P.L.
You stare blankly at the letter in your hand.
“Someone knows about my dreams? I never told anyone about them. Did I talk in my sleep, is this someone's sad way of poking fun at me?”
Rereading the letter, this time looking for name.
“P.L. Who do I know with those initials?”
You dig around the packing peanuts, nothing. Grabbing a trash bag, dumping out the peanuts to see if anything was under it, still nothing.
“Why send a package if it's just a letter?”
You take the box and now full trash bag to the garage, breaking down the box once you toss the bag in the garbage can. You are still surprisingly calm. Normally you would freak the fuck out, its not everyday your dreams ship you a letter, but the was real not fake or imagination, this was calming somehow. Obviously this letter was about the strange pony filled dreams, but it was a physical letter, something you can hold. Dreams are just that, dreams. They shouldn’t be able to send you letters. What worried you the most was who ever is sent you this letter was apart of that world and needed you.
The sound of a doorbell and two knocks distract you from your thinking. Opening the door you see a man with a package in hand, dressed in a UPS uniform.
“Package for Samantha Cox.”
“My mother, Do I need to sign?”
The man is tapping a small device in his hand “No need, have a nice day”
“You too”
Closing the door, you place the package on top of the mail. Walking back into the kitchen, you grab a glass from the cabinet and shakily pour yourself some orange juice. You start walking up stairs to your bedroom, glass in hand.
Closing your bedroom door, you take a seat behind your computer screen. You worked during the summer to pay for this computer, custom build from the ground up, took you 4 days once the parts arrived. Every time you see it, it brings a smirk to your face, not everyday you see a tri-montor gaming rig that your build yourself. Quickly tapping the spacebar, the screens come alive, asking for a passcode, typing it in the screens go black then a beautifully painted sunset fills them. A background you dug for on google images, it was relaxing, and now reminded you of the dream.
You start to play the same soft guitar music from the bus, then you dim the screens. To spite the fact you build this computer to play games, the only thing you really do is play music and experiment with Illustrator. The recent drawing of ponies had gotten you interested in computer graphics, you still play TF2 here and there but today you just want to sit back and relax.
“Just relax, you can think about this in the morning. Deep breaths.”
Breath in..
Breath out.
Breath in.
Breath ou-
Without even trying, you fall fast asleep. You awake in the dream world, a large hotel room with a desk and fully stocked mini-fridge. Your job was to keep an eye on twilight and being a human in a pony world that wouldn't be too hard. The moment you entered ponyville, a pink earth pony named Pinkie Pie threw a welcoming party. You met Twilight at that party, being the curious pony she is, she wanted to learn about your species. Your job wasn't that hard, just don't let twilight find out your reporting back to Celestia, again really stalker like. You heard the rumors that almost every mare was, at one point, a fillyfooler. This is due to the surprising lack of stallions, but to think of all the ponies in Equestria, that the Princess was interested in mares, you are not against it, but being the Princess you would think she would have many options.
You sit down at the small desk in the corner and start to write a letter to the Princess.
Dear Princess Celestia,
Unfortunately Twilight is still ill. The strange sickness that is affecting Twilight appears to be an advanced case of poison joke, giving her red sores and disables her magic and a nasty fever. According to Nurse Redheart, Twilight should break the fever sometime tomorrow. I will send note when when Twilight's fever does break, Zecora should have the remedy ready then. Twilight also wanted me to write to you, she is sorry she can't send you anything. Spike was busy helping Applejack most of the week, something about a 'Dragon Code'. Honestly, she was completely losing it, stuck in a hospital, sure her friends were there to comfort her, but she was worried sick, thinking you would send her back to 'Magic Kindergarden'. I personally think once the fever breaks you should met her. Just a suggestion, she would greatly appreciate her closest friend and mentor to stop by.
Signed
~Louis
You roll the letter up after checking you any spelling errors, no spellcheck for letters. Letting out a chuckle, you grab a glass bottle and place the letter inside it. Then you place your right hand on the bottle and with a small puff of pinkish-purple smoke, the letter vanishes.
Princess Celestia enchanted your right hand to allow you to send her letters, she didn't have any spare green and purple dragons laying around. The downside is you lost feeling in your entire hand, which made writing surprisingly easier, writing with a big feather wasn't fun when your hand was extremely ticklish. The Princess had told you before the spell this is reversible, but you had had no other way to send her letters. She wouldn't even trust the mail system, really stalker like.
Laying back down on the bed in the corner of the room, the feeling of soft silk surrounding you. Starting to doze off, no dreaming, just guitar music. You know you are back in your own world but you don't want to open your eyes, the darkness felt comfortable, the feeling of silk still present You sit like this for what seems like hours, thankfully you put the song on repeat, so even the song won't end.
Finally, you officially fall asleep, no dream this time. Just pure silence.