> Bubbles
>  by Multi Personas
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> Chapter 1
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											Bubbles
An anthropomorphic MLP fan fiction.
You sigh loudly as you stare up at your bedroom ceiling. Two things are clear. 1. You are not going to sleep anytime soon, despite it being past midnight. And 2. You really should dust your ceiling. With another sigh and a grunt you sit up and swing your legs off your bed. You run a hand through your hair as you stand. You quickly dress in faded blue jeans, a red shirt and your converse shoes. You grab your mp3 player, keys, and phone, and slip out into the night. This was one perk to living by yourself in a small apartment in town. You put on headphones and start to play some Nightcore as you walk. The night is as beautiful as ever, the moon full and bright.
“If this doesn't get me to fall asleep, then I have no idea what will.” You think to yourself as you walk. You take a deep breath, inhaling the cool air, along with a mouthful of car exhaust. You start to hack up a lung, and your eyes start to water. This was one of the many cons of living in the city. You shake your head clear and start to head in a seemingly random direction, though in a few minutes you come across your favorite place in the whole city: the park. With nothing else to do you start to walk the nature trail. 
As you walk you get lost in deep thought, as often you did when ever you went on your walks. You get so deep in though you fail to notice the deer in front of your face till is runs away, you get so startled you fall on your butt.
“Ouch, what the-?” you ask to nobody particular as you stare in the direction the deep had gone. You get up and start to dust yourself off when you see a moving light down the path. You squint to try to see what it is but it's too far away to even try to guess what it would be. It was probably another person, your first reaction is to run but oddly you feel attracted to it. You start to move to the light, slowly so that if it is somebody, you don't give away your position. What feels like hours you come into range to see that the light isn't accompanied by anything, or anyone. You decide to approach the light until you are inches apart. To your surprise the thing emitting the light looks like multiple round orbs, the first thing that comes to mind is “Bubbles”. You reach out to them, but before you make contact the bubbles start to float away, you decide to follow them. No matter how fast you walk or how slow, they always stay just out of reach. The bubbles continue down the path and you continue to follow them, always just out of reach. The bubbles fly forward at a sudden pace and for the first time far ahead of you. You start to jog to catch up, then the jogging turns into a full run. 
You dodge branches as they appear in your vision, and the path becomes really rocky and uneven. You dodge under a low hanging branch and when you come back up your foot catches a rock and you fall face first on the ground.
“Fuck!” you yell as you cough into the dirt, you slowly stand back up to see the bubbles floating right in front of your face. The moment you lay your eyes on the mystical bubbles you feel your anger floating away and soon you feel yourself become entranced in the mystical glow of the bubbles. They don't seem to be flying away anymore so you slowly raise your hand, the bubbles don't float away, even as you start to move your hand closer and closer, till your finger tips and millimeters away from the bubbles. You press one of the bubbles with your middles finger.
POP!
“Uh, oh,” was the only thing that escaped your lips before each bubble popped in a rhythmic tone. Soon each bubble was popped and the mysterious light faded with the last bubble. You start to feel extremely sad, and you hung your head. A sparking noise flooded your ears and you look up to see little static electricity in place of the bubbles. The sparkling doesn't stop and the mysterious light returns, the sparkling expands and soon in is at least as big as your head, the light expands with the now lightning. You take a step back the moment you do, the lightning and light disappear, the forest calm all around you. The light and lightning come back with a powerful vengeance and you are suddenly blinded, you can feel yourself being thrown. You don't know when but you feel yourself start to black out. 
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You wake up and you suddenly notice something is wrong, the first thing you realize is the sunlight now peeking through the tree tops. The forest you see is the second thing that is wrong. It looks different as the trees are all thicker, and darker that before you blacked out. The next thing that you noticed wrong was everything seemed animated. You, slowly and slightly shaking, stand. This is when you notice the third thing wrong. You look at your arms and see them covered in light red colored fur, a few shades lighter than your red shirt. You start to panic when you hear music in your ears, till you remember you had your headphones on. You take them off with shaking hands and you spot a river nearby so you head to that. You peer over the edge of the river bank and look into the depths of the river, you jerk back in surprise, falling on your butt. After catching your breath you build enough courage to look at your reflection again.
You see a being with your short hair cut and color, but with red fur all over it's face, and it's eyes are a deep indigo color. It's face apparently had grown a muzzle also. You bring your head back and you slowly feel darkness fill your vision, you don't even feel the ground as you black out again.
> Chapter 2
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											Bubbles
An anthropomorphic MLP fan fiction
Twilight was busy star gazing, taking a closer look of the Moon, when a bright flash light up the sky. 
“Ahh!” Twilight pulled back in surprise as the light was magnified through her telescope. She started to rub her eyes, trying to get her vision back, when she heard somebody run up the stairs and open the balcony door.
“Twilight? Whats wrong?” Spike asked as he rushed to her. Twilight's vision started to come back.
“There was a flash in the sky and I got momentarily blinded, I’m fine now,” Twilight blinked a couple of times.
“Oh ok. Do you know what the flash was? I saw it inside,” Spike asked looking up at Twilight.
“No Spike I don't, I should write to the princess-” Twilight started but was interrupted by a belch that came from Spike, a scroll floating in the air. Twilight snatched the scroll out of the air. “Or she could write to me...” Twilight trailed off as she read the letter.
Dear Twilight Sparkle,
It has come to my attention that there seems to have been a disturbance, as indicated by the flash of light. I also sense a great disturbance in the Everfree Forest, and it would be greatly appreciated if you and your friends could see if this disturbance is anything to worry about. I advise you to take the Elements of Harmony as a precaution.
Signed
Princess Celestia
“Hmm, Spike, take a letter,” Twilight said as she rushed inside, “Dear Princess Celestia, the girls and I will check out the Everfree Forest first thing in the morning. Once we are done I will contact you with a letter. Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle.”
Spike wrote with his tongue in between his teeth, he finished the letter with a flourish. He then cleared his throat and blew green fire on the letter, making it fly in the night sky. “What do you think made that flash of light?” Spike asked when he turned back to Twilight, who was already looking through the books.
“I have no idea, but maybe one of the books has the answer,” Twilight said as she continued to pull books.
“Alright, just don't stay up too late. Remember what happened last time you stayed up too late reading book?” Spike warned as he started to climb the stairs.
“Yes, I remember,” Twilight said with an air of annoyance, “are you going to bed?” she asked, to which Spike nodded his head. “Do you need me to tuck you in?”
“No, Twilight,” Spike groaned with annoyance, “I'm 13, I don't need you to tuck me in at night,” Spike said as he closed the door to his room. Twilight just shrugged and set the stack of books she gathered on a table and start to read.
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“Can't I just stay in the library?” Fluttershy asked in a shaky voice as she nervously looked around the forest.
“Sorry Fluttershy, but we need you in case we have to use the Elements,” Twilight said as she used her magic to move a branch out of the way. Twilight, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, and Rarity have been walking through the Everfree Forest for the past hour or so, and the combination of the spooky noises, creepy shadows, and knowing what type of things that live in the forest, was starting to get to everypony. Well, everypony except Pinkie Pie, who was talking a mile a minute.
“I wonder he will be like, like if he's nice or a big meany. I hope he is nice, then we can be friends and I’m friends with everpony. And if I never met him before, then I get to throw him a party. A Welcome-to-Ponyville-weird-guy-we-met-in-the-Everfree-Forest party!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed, literally bouncing as they walked.
“How do y'all know that we are even going to find somepony?” Applejack asked though gritted teeth, very annoyed with having to hear this pink pony for the past hour non-stop.
“'Cause he's laying right there!” Pinky exclaimed and she pointed through some bushes. They all looked over the bushes and to their much surprise, they say a light red colored stallion laying next to a river.
“How did we miss him?” Rainbow Dash asked as they made their way to the body. The stallion had short black hair, with red tips. He had an average build for an earth pony covered in a red t-shirt and clearly worn out blue jeans. A pair of headphones were laying on the ground next to him with music blasting out of them.
“Ah don't know, but he must be lost,” Applejack said as she crouched next to him and put two fingers on his neck.
“Is he dead?” Rainbow Dash asked as she hovered over the body.
“Nah, he ain't dead, just out cold,” Applejack said. Twilight's horn started to glow as she cast a spell. “What spell, are you castin'?” Applejack asked when she saw Twilight.
“A spell that will let me know where he came from,” Twilight said as sweat started to form on her her forehead. She looked like she was in deep concentration and her horn started to glow brighter, till the purple glow around her horn dissipated. “Huh?” she asked in surprise.
“What's wrong, darling, did the spell not work?” Rarity asked.
“No, it worked. Though apparently he isn't from this world.”
“What do you mean he isn't from this world?” Fluttershy asked, shaking slightly. Twilight looked at the mysterious stallion then she started to back away, beckoning the others with her hand. After about ten feet away she told the others, “Well his magic signature is non-existent. All earth ponies have a little magic in them, that's what helps them grow what they grow and efficiently, but he has no magic in him what so ever.”
“So what do we do with him? Leave him?” Rainbow Dash asked.
“No, but we have to tell Princess Celestia about this,” Twilight said.
“Uh, Twilight?” Applejack asked, interrupting Twilight's train of thought.
“What is it?” 
“He's wakin' up,” Applejack said as she looked over her shoulder. The red stallion was now sitting up and holding his head, a low groan escaping his lips.
> Chapter 3
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	Bubbles
An Anthropomorphic MLP fan fiction
'Oh sweet Jesus my head...' was the only thing you could think of at the moment. You opened your eyes and slowly sat up, holding your head while you did. You can hear music come from your bottom left so you scoop up your headphones and place them around your neck, hitting the pause button that is on the cord. You take a deep breath and very slowly turn so you are on one knee, and slowly stand. You roll your shoulders and tilt your head to the left as far as it will go, you close your eyes as you do, you feel and hear the machine gun pops. You tilt your head to the right and your neck pops a few times. You push your head a little farther and you feel a big pop and you sigh in relief. You open your eyes and are greeted with instant pink.
“HI!” you hear the pink mass exclaim very loudly and you jump back in surprise, making you slip on a stick and fall on your butt.
“What the f-AHH!” you yell as you fall on something very hard. You lean to the right and pull a big rock out from under you. You give it a glare and toss it across the forest floor. You feel a present to your right so you look over at a pink... whatever you are... crouching down next to you. It spoke in the most...bubble gummy, the only thing you can think to call it, voice you have ever heard.
“Ca-a-n y-o-u u-n-d-e-r-s-t-a-n-d m-e-e-e-e-e?” it asked, extremely slow, drawing out the words and making weird hand gestures beckoning between you and it. By the voice, its... uh, anatomy, and it's cloths (a pink tutu like skirt and a yellow shirt under a pink tank top with pink slip-on shoes) you can tell it's female.
“Uh,” the only thing you can think of saying right now.
“Great, ya done broke him, Pinkie,” another voice said, womanly and southern. You look to your left from where the voice came from and you saw another female... whatever the heck you are, this one was wearing a red and white checkered flannel shirt, skinny jeans, cowboy boots and a worn stetson on her head. This one was orange with yellow hair and a yellow tail... wait... tail?! You looked back at the pink one, and sure enough she had a tail also. You in between your legs and you see a black tail with red tips, the same color as your hair, swishing back and forth slightly. You start to feel light headed again and you remember to breathe.
“Hmm, that's odd. I could have sworn there was intelligence when I scanned him,” yet another voice said, this one more academic sounding, again womanly. You look to your left and past the orange one. This one had what looked like a school uniform on, a dark purple shirt, bucked shoes with knee high white socks, and a purple vest over a white dress shirt. She was purple with purple hair, a pink highlight streaking though her hair, next to a horn... wait... a HORN?! This is just getting weirder and weirder. You spot three more of them behind her. One was white with purple, curled hair, she also had a horn poking out of her hair, wearing a white dress. One was cream colored with long pink hair (in which she was trying to hide behind) who wore an overly big yellow sweater and a light pink skirt. The last one reminded you of Skittles, because she had short rainbow colored hair, she was a light blue and wore a blue track jacket and blue shorts, along with white sneakers. She also had light blue wings, which she was using to hover.
“Great, the first alien we get and it's stupid,” Skittles, as you have dubbed her, retorted, rolling her eyes.
“I prefer the term 'being street smart',” you say with a slight groan as you stand again. “Though I have been known to get into some pretty elaborate debates,” though most of them were about video games.
“Oh! So you do have intelligence!” the purple school student exclaimed.
“Yeah, I have a question though,” you say.
“Yes?”
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU!?” you yell and start to hyperventilate. They all freeze at your outburst, to be honest you had no intention to yell. The school student looked at the others before looking back at you.
“Well I’m a pony, just like you,” she said with a tine of uncertainty. You raise an eyebrow.
“Do I looked like a freaking pony?” you ask.
“Um, yes?” she asked in an apologetic voice. “Though you probably didn't look like this before, right?”
“Um, no I did not, where am I and how did I get here?” you ask frantically.
“Well you are in Equestria, more specifically, the Everfree Forest. As to your question of how you got here, I have no idea,” she said with an apologetic smile.
“Ah, well... what now?” you ask.
“Um, I suppose we can bring you back to Ponyville and contact the Princess,” she suggested.
“Alright,” was the only ting you say.
“I'm Twilight Sparkle, by the way,” she introduced herself.
“My name's Applejack,” the country girl, or you suppose it would be mare, introduced herself, shaking your hand.
“HI! I'm Pinkie Pie!” the Pink mare exclaimed jumping up and down in front of you.
“My name is Rarity,” the white mare said with a tilt of her head, she sounded like she came from high class.
“The name's Rainbow Dash!” the rainbow haired mare said as she landed. You were going to stick with Skittles.
“I'm Fluttershy,” the yellow mare said going quiet at the end, you almost didn't hear her. 'How appropriate of a name' you can't help but think. You introduce yourself.
“That's a weird name,” Skittles remarked. 'Yeah I got the weird name'
“How about we get going, ah don't want to be in this forest any longer than I need tah be,” Applejack said, looking around her nervously.
“Yeah, lets go,” you say.
> Chapter 4
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	Bubbles
An Anthropomorphic MLP fan fiction
There was an awkward silence, save for Pinkie Pie who was talking about a mile a minute to herself, that started when you all started to walk. About a few minutes in and it being clear that nobody, again save for Pinkie, was going to talk you put on your headphones (oddly enough being able to comfortably sit over your now elongated ears) and turn on some Hollywood Undead. You lose track of the time as you though over the situation you were in.
First of all, you were no longer in your world, and you are some type of anthropomorphic pony. At first you had though that it would take some getting use to, at least the fur would make you at least a little hot, but nope it's like it isn't even there, in the sense of it making you too hot. Though it still feels a little weird brushing your arm against your pants and feeling the fur pull a little.
Also the tail is a little weird, it seemed to have a mind of it's own, as it kept swishing back and forth. You make a mental note to work on that. You come up to a fallen tree with a thick trunk in your path so you climb onto it. The other girls, save Fluttershy who has been behind everybody, have already over so you wait till Fluttershy catches up. You offer your hand with a kind smile when she nears the tree. She looks at your hand with uncertainly, but takes it and you help her up and down. She give you a frightened smile and mouths some words, though you can't hear them you know what she said.
“You're welcome,” you say, Fluttershy then runs ahead to catch up. This is when you notice her wings. This makes two of your companions normal ponies, two of them Unicorns, and two of them Pegasus ponies. You start to look around at your surroundings. The trees are very thick and made of very dark wood. The leaves on the trees are very dark and look quite brittle. The sun is blocked out almost completely, making the path hard to see. Ever since you started to walk, it seemed as though you were being watched, making you uneasy. You walk with your head down, so you didn't notice Twilight fall back next to you until she was right next to you.
“Yes, Ms. Sparkle?” you ask, bringing your headphones to your neck.
“Please, call me Twilight,” she said with a friendly tone and smile.
“Alright. Yes, Twilight?,” you ask again.
“I was just wondering, you seem very calm. Calmer than one would think, in your situation,” Twilight explained.
“Well I don't really feel threatened, so really there is no reason for me not to be calm right?”
“Yeah, I guess I didn't really think of it that way.”
“To be honest, I’m very nervous, I just hide it well,” you explain.
“Ah I see, you really shouldn't be nervous, well being in the Everfree Forest you should be nervous, but I'm sure Princess Celestia wont do anything, so long as you don't plan on hurting anybody,” she said the last part while eying you a little.
“Don't worry, I won't pick any fights, however if anybody starts a fight, I will not hesitate to end it,” you say looking ahead. Twilight stopped talking and an awkward silence filled the air. “So, what is your world like?” you ask, trying to break the silence. It worked. Twilight spent the next half hour talking all about Equestria.
She started with the two princesses, Princess Celestia, who raised the sun and ruled over the land during the day, and Princess Luna, who raised the moon and ruled over the land during the night. She talked about certain laws that had to be obeyed and special events, like Nightmare Night, The Running of the Leaves, Hearts and Hooves Day, and a few others. Then she started to describe and name the multiple species that lived in Equestria. There was the Earth Ponies, Pegasus Ponies, and Unicorn ponies, and Alicorns, those who had both wings and a horn, such as the Princesses, and were xtreamly rare, only three in existence. There was also dragons, she had a baby dragon named Spike living with her, griffins, and others. She talked about Ponyville, the place you were headed to right now, Canterlot, where the Princesses reside, and a few of the neighboring towns and countries. Before you knew it you were out of the forest and walking down a path that you were told led to Ponyville. Your right ear started to twitch and itch so you had to constantly scratch it. Your actions drew the attention of Rainbow Dash.
“You don't have fleas do you?” she asked as she flew above you.
“No, Skittles, I don't,” you say as you itch your ear again.
“Skittles?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah, it's a rainbow colored candy from my world, your mane reminds me of it,” you say as you start to rub your ear, trying to calm the twitchy muscles in it.
“Huh,” she said trying to figure out if she should take the nickname to offense or not. “Well why do you keep scratching your ear?”
“Because my right ear gets twitchy and itches when I get nervous,” you reply, scratching your ear “the more nervous I get, the worse it gets.”
“Oh there is no reason to get nervous, darling,” Rarity assured. “Most of the people are very welcoming.”
“Yeah, and since you look like one of use it will be easier to blend in!” Pinkie added with unnecessary excitement.
“Yeah,” you climb a small hill and Ponyville comes into view. It was a normal little town, from what you could see there is a town hall of some sorts in the middle. Though what really catches your eye is the many many multicolored ponies. Both on the ground and zooming through the sky. The buildings are not what you are use to, back home. The roofs were pointed and looked like they were made out of straw or something similar. You take a deep breath. “I suppose we should go,” you say and you all start down the hill.
It didn't take long to get to Ponyville, only about five minutes. During the five minutes your right ear goes crazy, you put on your headphones and play a nice relaxing song, only helping very little. You stay behind the mares as you walk through town, whatever you were worried about soon fled from you. Everywhere you looked the ponies were quite friendly, many of them saying hello or waving at you. You returned each gesture with a small little wave. About ten minutes inside Ponyville your right ear stops twitching and itching as you calm down. Twilight caught your eye with a little wave and you put your headphones back on your neck.
“I told you there was nothing to worry about,” she said with a cheerful smile.
“Yeah,” the only thing you can think of saying.
“We're here,” Twilight said stopping in front of a big tree that has a few windows, a door, a sign that said Golden Oaks Library,  and a nice balcony. Twilight pushed open the door and the others enter, you also enter, though a little hesitantly. Inside, the walls were covered in books, there was a small kitchen area blocked off by a door, and stairs disappearing upstairs. “Spike! Come down here please!” Twilight called up the stairs, you can hear a door close as somebody come down the stairs. This somebody was a little kid, dark blue cargo shorts, white and red high top basket ball shoes, and a blue and yellow hoodie covered purple scales. His eyes were green and the pupils were slits, he had a green Mohawk thing going on, also. So this is what a baby dragon looks like, you think to yourself.
“Hey, Twilight, did you find what you were looking for?” Spike asked.
“Yup, we found an alien from a different world, he's right there,” Twilight gestured to you.
“Hello,” you say.
“Hi, um Twilight, if he is an alien, then why does he look like an Earth Pony?” Spike asked, never taking his eyes off you.
“We don't know, but we need to send a letter to Princess Celestia, if you will please,” Twilight said. Spike took his eyes off you and found a scroll and a pen. “Dear Princess Celestia, we have found the object that had made the bright flash in the sky. It turns out it was an alien. He has taken the form of a light red Earth Pony, and he doesn't seem to be a threat of any kind. I await your letter. Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle.” Spike wrote with his tongue in his teeth and finished with a flourish. He then rolled up the scroll and held it at arms length and blew green flames on it. You would have questioned why he would burn a letter, if Twilight hadn't already explained that this was how she sent letters to Celestia. A few seconds later Spike burped up a letter, again you would have been surprised if you had not been informed before hand. Twilight grabbed the letter out of the air, opened it, and began to read out loud. “Dear Twilight Sparkle, I thank you for informing me about the 'alien' and it had peaked my curiosity. I will meet with the 'alien'... now.” Twilight finished.
“What does she mean by meeting me now?” you asked. Twilight was about to answer, but she was interrupted by somebody knocking on the door. Spike opened the door and a tall mare entered. She had a blinding white coat, her long hair looked like a diluted rainbow, she was dressed in a very elegant white dress, golden high heels, she had a very elaborate headdress on, matching her necklace with a sun in the center. You didn't need an introduction for you already knew who this was. Instead you utter the only thing you can think of right now. “Oh.”
> Chapter 5 (edited)
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	Bubbles
An Anthropomorphic MLP fan fiction
The six mares and the one baby dragon fell to there knees. You look at them and back to the deity standing before you. “Uh,” you say, not sure what to do.
“You're suppose to bow, idiot,” Rainbow whispered to you.
“There is no need to bow. I take it you have not met a monarch before?,” she asks in a very motherly voice.
“Er, no, sorry.”
“There is no need to apologies. From what I have heard in Twilight's letter you are not from this world, so I understand, however would you tell me about your world so I may have a better understanding of your world?” Celestia asked kindly.
“Sure,” you say as you nod your head.
“Oh! I'll make some tea,” Twilight said as she disappeared to the kitchen. You sit down on the couch, and Celestia sits down next to you, everybody pulls up chairs and Pinkie pulls popcorn and a pink beanbag chair out of nowhere, and sits in front of you. You think about questioning it, but decide against it. Twilight returns with a tray of tea and she grabs a seat as well.
“Do you mind if I write this down?” Twilight asked as she grabbed a scroll and quill with ink.
“Not at all,” you say, “so, where would you like me to begin?”
“How about the beginning?” Celestia suggested.
“Now that's going to be hard, well, I suppose it all begins a few different ways, nobody really knows. Some say it was a big bang, while others say it was an act of God, I'm not sure how it all started...” you begin. You tell them all about the dinosaurs, suspicions to evolution, you tell them as much as you can, but with your limited amount of knowledge, and the habit of falling asleep in history classes, you can't give them much
“I am intrigued with this life you have lived. If you could, I would like to see what a human looks like,” Celestia says.
“Sure,” you say as you pull out your phone, you open the photo album and scroll to one of the only pictures that had somebody in it, the five hundred others were filled with demotivational posters, random memes, and cool looking wallpaper, it was you with kids all around you, all laying on the ground with huge smiles on everybody’s faces. You get a sudden flash back to that memory, it was your sixteenth birthday and you really wanted to be somewhere else, but you still stayed and played with the kids. You snap back to reality and hand your phone to Celestia.
“It seems you are great with young ones, I’m sure your parents are happy to have a son like you,” she says with a kind smile.
“Yeah, well I will never know. I'm an orphan,” you say.
“Oh, I'm sorry to hear that,” Celestia said, her eyes have softened quite a bit.
“It's fine. Would you like to hear about it also?” you ask.
“Are y'all sure you want to tell us, you don't have too,” Applejack asks.
“Why wouldn't I?” you ask. Once everyone was seated you begin your story. “Well I suppose I shall give you all the short version. My mother and father, had decided that they didn't want me. They dropped me off at Melody's Orphanage. It was a two story house, with tons of rooms, giant backyard. It was never in the best of shapes but it was home. I lived there till I was 16. I helped out when help was needed. Momma Melody was old and she wasn't getting any younger, and with twenty plus kids at one time, she needed all the help she could get. She took in kids who got kicked out, put in foster homes, or who didn't even have a home. Every month at least one kid got adopted, and two took their place. I helped out as much as I could, but I could only do so much. I guess it didn't help when I got in trouble with the police, but those days are long behind me. Anyway, around the age of 90 or so, she passed away. With nobody to legally be able to take over the orphanage, it was shut down. Me and all the remaining kids were sent to a federal government orphanage and that was that. I helped kids get adopted as much as I could, till I aged out at 18. I found an apartment, got a job, and for four years I lived alone. Then I came here obviously,” you finish. The mares around you only listen in silence. “Well that is the sum of my life, sooo,” you say, not sure of what to do next. It was Celestia who spoke first.
“Well, we need to find some type of spell that will send you back to your own world,” Celestia stated, “however, in the mean time, you will need some place to live, now we-” Celestia was saying but she got interrupted my Pinkie.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! He can stay with me and the Cakes! He will just absolutely love it!” Pinkie said with a gleam in her eye.
“Um, Pinkie? I don't think the Cakes will be ok with that,” Rarity said. Pinkie tapped her chin in thought.
“One moment,” she said. You blinked and she was gone.
“Uh,” you say, looking at her friends for some type of confirmation or something. By the looks on their faces, this was something that happened quite often. You blink again and your vision is filled with pink, once more. You get startled but you don't move back or anything.
“Sorry it took longer than expected, the Cakes weren't at Sugarcube Corner, but they said yes!” she said excitedly, grinning from ear to ear.
“Well, it is his decision,” Celestia said, she turned to you. “Do you want to go with Miss Pie?”
“Sure why not?” you say, you are suddenly hugged by Pinkie Pie, she let go and looks at you with a gleam in her eye. Needless to say, you can feel a disturbance in the force and are you start to think this was a bad idea.
> Chapter 6
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	Bubbles
An anthropomorphic MLP fan fiction
After Princess Celestia left, you and Pinkie were next to leave. You have been walking for the past five minutes and Pinkie talked the whole time. You have mostly tuned her out, living with about nineteen children has made you a master at tuning unwanted noise out, yet still looked like your listening, nodding at the right times, and occasionally say words like “Yeah,” “Yes,” “Yup,” just words to make her think you're paying attention. What you really are doing is looking at the other ponies, it was a little confusing for you. There was ponies of all colors of the rainbow, and some that weren't colors of the rainbow. Looking at a big crowd hurt your eyes so you tried to focus on only one pony at a time. Another thing that you noticed about these ponies is that they are all mares. Well not all of them, but most of them. You've seen one or two stallions.
“Hey!” this outburst from Pinkie snaps you back to reality and you look up to see Pinkie standing in front of you with her hands on her hips, she didn't have angry look upon her face, more of an annoyed one. “Were you even listening to me?”
“Um, yes,” you say trying to lie your way out of this.
“Oh really? Well then what was I talking about?”
“You were talking about the school and the school teacher, Mrs. Cheerilee,” you say on a whim. You had hear something about the school and the teacher, so you might as well go with it. It seemed to work because Pinkie put on a big smile and continued to walk. You let out a sigh of relief.
“Oh, I guess you were listening, silly me. Anyway as I was saying...” you were already lost again, but weren't tuned out as much in case she springs another surprise question. After a few minutes Pinkie stops again, but she doesn't spring a question on you like last time. Instead, she spreads her arms wide, “Welcome to Sugarcube Corner! The best place to go for any baked goods!” Pinkie exclaimed with a toothy smile.
You look at the building behind her and it certainly did look like a bakery. The roof of the place looked very much like gingerbread, all held together with what looked like frosting, being held up by candy-cane looking pillars. Though being in this world and what you already know about this world, you wouldn't doubt that it actually was gingerbread, frosting, and candy-cane.
You follow Pinkie in and to your, somewhat, surprise, it looked like a normal bakery. It had a display counter, which was filled with multicolored baked goods, a couple candy themed tables with matching chairs, and a candy themed wood trim. There are a set of stairs heading upstairs, and Pinkie leads you up them. At the top there are a second set of stairs next to the set you just climbed, but Pinkie doesn't take you up there yet, instead she leads you down the hall, shes stops at the first of four doors in the hall.
“Here is where Pumpkin and Pound sleep, you don't know them yet, they are Mr. and Mrs. Cake's twins. Pumpkin is just the cutest little Unicorn you will ever see! She is very talented. Also, she can pick me up and she's still only a filly! How talented is that?” Pinkie excitedly explained with a big smile on her face, while she talks you take in the room. It is a typical baby's room, calming blue walls, two cribs, a toy chest. You have seen plenty of baby rooms from your childhood.
“Of coarse Pound is talented too!” Pinkie continued, “he can already fly! I mean, how many Pegasi can fly just a few weeks from being born? I mean I know a little filly Pegasus who can't fly yet, though Rainbow Dash is teaching her.” Pinkie exits the room and you follow. You go to the room at the end of the hall, but don't go inside, Pinkie opens the door and it looks like the master bedroom.
“This is Mr. and Mrs. Cake's room, they don't allow others to go in there unless they say so, I personally think they are hiding a bag of candy. Onto the rest!” Pinkie said as she turned on her heel with one finger pointed to the sky, and started to walk down the hall. She stops at the bathroom. “Here is the bathroom, do you have bathrooms from where you come from?” Pinkie asked you.
“Yes,” you say with a nod.
“Good, 'cause I really don't want to teach anypony how to use the potty,” Pinkie said with a grimace. You begin chuckle at both her expression and her choice of words. Adorning her smile once again she moves to the next room, which looks like a simple office. It had a desk, with a computer and monitor on it, and it was covered in papers. It had a metal filing cabinet and a swivel office chair. “This is the office, Mr. Cake does taxes and other boring stuff here, and Mrs. Cake plays her games on the computer.” Pinkie explains before moving on. She leads you up the second flight of stairs, which leads to an oval shaped room with a big bed, closet, fireplace, and a door that leads to a balcony.
“And this is my room!” Pinkie exclaims as she literally bounced into the room. “I'm pretty sure that you will be sleeping in here 'cause there is no other space.”
“That's cool,” you say looking around the room, it was pretty spacious.
“Any questions?” Pinkie asks.
“Um, what now?” you ask.
“Oh shoot! I almost forgot! I have to man shop while Mrs. and Mr. Cake are away!” Pinkie said as she raced down the stairs. You follow at a slower pace and when you reach the bottom steps Pinkie is already in a white apron and behind the counter waiting for customers to walk through the doors. “You can hang out up stairs, or you can hang out down here. Whichever you like,” Pinkie tells you with a smile.
“Aight,” you say as you head to an empty one seated table and sit down. You are about to put on your headphones, but Pinkie calls out your name before you do.
“Are you hungry?” Pinkie asks. Your stomach answers for you in the form of a deep grumble. “I'll be right back,” Pinkie giggled as she disappeared into the kitchen. She returned momentarily with a pretty big cupcake, with rainbow batter, rainbow frosting, and rainbow sprinkles. “I call it The Rainbow Special!” Pinkie exclaimed with a huge smile.
“Well I have gotta say Pinkie, it looks pretty special, and delicious,” you say eying it, wondering if you could actually eat it all. “It reminds me of Skittles.”
“The candy from your world, or Dashie?” Pinkie asked.
“Both,” you say with a little chuckle. You pick up the cupcake and you kinda eye it, trying to figure out just how to eat the darned thing. Eventually you decide to take a big bite out of it and hope for the best. The moment your teeth sink into it you are greeted with an explosion of flavors. “mophy meph.” You say through a mouthful of the rainbow cupcake.
“Sorry what was that?” Pinkie asked. You chewed then swallowed your food.
“Sorry, I said 'Holy hell'. That cupcake is simply amazing,” you say, “how did you get so many flavors in it?”
Pinkie giggled and tapped the side of her head. “Sorry, trade secret.” Just then the door opened, making a tiny bell dingle, and two unicorn mares walked through the door. One was mint green with a slightly darker mint green mane that had a white streak in it. She wore simple day wear clothing, t-shirt and jeans accompanied with sneakers. The other mare was snow white with a head of wild electric blue mane. She wore ripped jeans, a white t-shirt, sneakers with multicolored laces, fingerless black gloves, and a big pair of purple glasses hiding her eyes. “Hey Vinyl! Hey Lyra!” Pinkie yelled from across the room, she turned to you, “I'll be back, I have to man the cash register!” Pinkie said with a salute before skipping to the counter to greet the two mares that had just come in.
You can't help but smile at the pink mares antics. You put on your headphones and turn on some Daft Punk. You pick up your cupcake in one hand and lean back in your chair so it is balancing on only two legs, and go about consuming your cupcake, closing your eyes and bobbing your head to the beat of the song. You easily lose yourself in the music as you are often prone to do, the thing that brings you back to reality is when you go to take a bite of your cupcake, you teeth hit each other instead of cupcake. You open your eyes to find that your ate all of your cupcake. “Well shoot...” you mutter to yourself. Movement catches your eye and you look up to see the two mares walking to you from their table. You press the pause button on your headphone cord and pull the headphones down to your neck as they come up to you table.
“Yo,” the white mare greets you, “we could hear your beats from across the room,” she states with a smile.
“I can turn it down if it's bothering you,” you say while thinking: “Oh shit... was it really that loud?”.
“Nah, that's cool,” the white mare said with a smile, she and her friend each took a seat at your small table. “I just haven't heard that band before, what is it called?”
“Daft Punk, next to Skrillex, they are one of the best electronic music artists there is,” you say.
“Never heard of them,” the white mare said with a blank face.
“Doesn't surprise me, they aren’t from here,” you say.
“Were are they from?” 
“My world.” you state plainly.
“Your world?” the white mare asked with a questioning expression on her face.
“Yup, you see I'm not from this world,” you gesture around yourself, “I come from a lowly planet named Earth of the Milky Way galaxy. There I am call a Human.”
There was a pause till the white mare's green friend talked for the first time.
“What's a human?”
> Chapter 7
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Bubbles
An Anthropomorphic MLP fan fiction
“Uh,” you say trying to think of a way to explain a human. “Hmm, well...”
“Don't you know how to explain your own species?” the white mare asked.
“Not exactly, I never had to explain it before,” you say before getting an idea. Pulling out your phone you navigate to a picture of a group photo of your friends from high school and hand the phone to the white mare. “Here is a group photo of all five of my high school friends. That's me in the middle. It's the only way I could possible explain what a human is.”
“What's with everypony else's hair being so bland?” the green unicorn asked.
“Well in my world those hair colors are normal. Humans don't have natural multiple hair colors, nor are the colors every color of the rainbow. They don't have fur all over their bodies, and people's skin color aren't exotic,” you explain.
“So why is your hair the color it is?” the white unicorn asked.
“My hair is naturally blonde, I just dye it every so often,” you explain.
“Oh, well I see you don't have any Pegasus or Unicorn friends, nor too many friends,” the white mare points out as she handed your phone back, which you slip back into your pocket.
“That's 'cause on my world, there are no Unicorns or Pegasus. No magic either. In high school I talked to just about everybody, making jokes and stuff, but I wouldn't exactly call a lot of those people my friends.”
“Huh,” the white mare said. She was about to say something else but Pinkie suddenly appeared with two paper bags.
“Hey guys. Here you are,” Pinkie said handing the bags to the two mares.
“Thanks Pinks,” the white mare said as she rose from her seat, her friend rising also. “Well Mr. Alien, it was interesting talking to you, we should hang out sometime,” she said with a wave as her friend and herself left the shop.
“Who was that?” you ask Pinkie, who was still standing next to you.
“That was Vinyl and Lyra, silly. Vinyl is the white one and Lyra is the green one,” Pinkie said with a smile. “Need anything else?”
“Nah, I’m fine.”
“Alright, just call if you need me.”
“Will do.” You replace your headphones and start your music back up again. At some point you managed to fall asleep with your arm holding up your head. You don't dream about anything, only the darkness that always accompanies your sleep.
You wake up with a start, the tip of your muzzle on the table. With the slight pain in your muzzle, it doesn't take long for you to figure out that you hit it on the table. You pull your headphones to your neck and lift your head, rubbing your muzzle as you do so. With half lidded eyes, you look around. Not much has changed, the only noticeable thing was the sun was lower in the sky, painting the sky a nice shade of orange. You look over at the cashier, expecting to see Pinkie, but instead you see a light blue mare in a yellow apron with pink frills, she has pink pearl earrings and her mane reminded you of frosting. She is currently doing what seems like a crossword puzzle, but you have no real clue. The music from your headphones catches her attention and she looks up. Upon seeing you she waves, you return it and stand. While you walk to her you turn off your music.
“You must be the ali- er, I mean Pinkie's new friend, the one that will be staying with us?” the mare asked.
“Yes I am, and it's ok to call me an alien, I suppose that is what I am. I suspect that you are Mrs. Cake?” you ask with a smile.
“You are correct, dear,” Mrs. Cake says with a smile as you both shake hands.
“I am truly thankful for you letting me stay with you,” you say.
“It is not a problem, dear. Oh Mr. Cake has set up your bedding and such in Pinkie's room. You can go up there and make sure it is all to your liking if you want,” Mrs. Cake says with a smile.
“Thank you,” you say and make your way to the stairwell. You walk up the stairs two at a time, like you always do, and when you get to the top you jump to the side of the hall, flattening yourself on the wall, as to let Pinkie past, who was running down the hall with two babies in each arm, all while making airplane noises.
“Hey!” she greets you as she passes you and goes down the stair, at a much slower pace. You smile to yourself and walk up the second set of stairs. Mr. Cake brought up an inflatable mattress along with two sets of sheets, two pillows that had a floral print on them, and a nice looking quilt. The mattress has yet to be inflated so you made a mental note to do so. You also haven't forgotten to try to work on making your tail move, instead of it doing so on it's own accord. You are snapped out of your thoughts to a slight tugging on your tail. You look down and see a green baby alligator, hanging off your tail. It's purple eyes seem to blankly stare into the distance.
“Well hello there, do I taste good?” you ask it. The only response you get is it blinking it's eyes. “Right I’m talking to an alligator,” you bend down and carefully pluck him off your tail, seeing that he has no teeth. Shrugging you set him on Pinkie's bed, which he lays down, and head back downstairs.
“Darn it!” you hear coming from the office room. Curious you walk to the room and see a yellow stallion with an orange mane under a hat, and a white apron on. “Why won't you work you stupid computer?” the stallion asked the computer.
“Do you need some help?” you ask, making your presence noticed. The stallion turned around and saw you for the first time.
“Oh hello, um do you know anything about computers?” the stallion asked.
“I know a thing or two about electronics,” you say as the stallion backed away and you took his place. “Can you hand me that flashlight?” you ask, pointing to the small flashlight next to the stallion. He gave you the flashlight and you set to work. You popped of the side paneling of the computer and took a look inside. “You must be Mr. Cake, right?”
“Yes, and you must be Pinkie's friend? Can you figure out the problem?” Mr. Cake asked.
“I already have,” you say as you stood up with a long set of multiple colored wires in hand. “These wires are shot, you need new ones.”
“Oh, ok,” Mr. Cake said as he took the wires. He walked out the room and you followed down the stairs and to Mrs. Cake. “The problem with the computer has been found. We need to replace these wires,” he turned to you, “correct?”
“Yeah, it's an easy fix,” you reply. Mr. Cake turned back to Mrs. Cake.
“Would you like to run to the store?” he asked.
“I could do that,” Mrs. Cake said as she walked into the kitchen and returned with a purple handbag.
“Would you like some help?” you ask, trying to be nice. Mrs. Cake smiled and nodded her head.
“Sure, I probably wouldn't know what to look for,” she admitted. The two of you left Sugarcube Corner and started to walk down the dirt road, among a few others. “If I'm not mistaken, there should be an electronics store right down this road.”
You walk two blocks still you find the store. The building is a light blue with two big windows on each side of the door, a big vinyl record hung above the door. You hold the door open for Mrs. Cake, who thanks you, and are hit with a blast of cool air. The first thing that you notice when you walk in was a few rows of various electronics, parts for electronics, and other assortments on the left side of the store, and CD's, records, and other things that fall in the music category. The checkout counter had nobody there, only a service bell and a speaker, a trance techno song playing from the speaker.
You and Mrs. Cake walk over to the electronics side of the store and walk down the aisle. You don't find what your looking for in the first aisle, but you do in the second one. Once you find the correct set of wires you walk up to the checkout counter. You ring the service bell and you hear someone yell “One minute!” from behind a section blocked off with a bed sheet. You lean on the counter waiting for someone to show up. After waiting fro a few minutes you hear “Sorry for the wait- oh hey!”
You turn to see Vinyl walk up to the counter. “Hey.”
“What can I do for you today?” Vinyl asks.
“Need this,” you say when you put the wires on the counter. Vinyl rings them up and puts them in a bag.
“Alright, that will be four bits,” she say. Mrs. Cake pulls out the bits from her purse and hands them to Vinyl, who hands the bag to you. “Do you need any help installing that?”
“Nah, I've worked on more complex computers before, it'll be fine,” you say as you and Mrs. Cake head for the door.
“Alright, see you in a few!” Vinyl yelled to you. You were about to ask what she meant, but when you turned around she was gone once again. With a shrug you and Mrs. Cake leave the shop and start to walk back, this time nobody was out and about. You just shrugged it off and set off.
It wasn't long before you made it back to Sugarcube Corner, but it seemed to be closed. You figured that Mr. Cake must have closed shop as you walked up to the door, this time Mrs. Cake held the door open for you. With a thanks you walked in to the pitch black room. The moment Mrs. Cake closed the door the lights turned on and you heard “SURPRISE!” get shouted at you from every direction. You take a step back and look at the many ponies that surrounded you. Before you could say anything Pinkie runs up to you.
“HEY! I bet you were surprised, right? You had to be surprised, because you had a very shocked expression on your face saying you were surprised. Well it wasn't saying because facial expression can't say anything they can only show something.”
“What? Er, yeah Pinkie, I was surprised, but what is all of this?” you can't help but ask.
“It's a surprise party for you, silly.”
“Yes, but why?”
“Well because you new to Ponyville, and what better way to meet everypony? Well not everypony, but a lot of ponies,” Pinkie said with a big smile.
“Here dear, let me take the wires and you mingle,” Mrs. Cake said as she took the bag from your hand. Pinkie takes your hand and starts to drag you to the middle of everything.
“Come on! Vinyl! Start the music!” Pinkie yelled, you get dragged past a DJ booth with Vinyl playing party music. Once you arrive in the middle of the crowd Pinkie starts to shoot off names of everybody surrounding you, once their name was called they gave a wave or smile or some other kind of friendly greeting. The only problem with this whole thing was the moment Pinkie said somebodies name, you forgot it. You always were good with faces, but names always seemed to escape you, unless you have met them individually.
It took a while but you had finally met everybody, though you remember none of their names, and Pinkie left you to do something. You make your way to the punch bowl and get a cup of punch. With nobody to bother you, you take this time to inspect your surroundings. The bakery had its tables and chairs cleared away, a giant banner that said “WELCOME TO PONYVILLE, MR. ALIEN!” stretched across the back wall, a DJ booth was added, and of course all of the ponies. Other than those things the whole place looked the same. You drink your punch, bobbing your head to the beat of dubstep that Vinyl was playing. After a few minutes by yourself, five mares come over to join you, one of which you remember being Vinyl's friend, Lyra, if you remember correctly. The other ponies you're sure you've been introduced, but their names don't come to you.
One was beige in color, with a blue and pink curled mane, she wore a simple t-shirt with blue jeans and sneakers. Another was a light blue in color, with a white and blue mane that was ever so slightly messy, reminding you of toothpaste, with a horn protruding form her forehead. She wore a light blue, long sleeve shirt and bell bottom jeans. Another was a pale yellow, with a raspberry colored mane with light raspberry streaks running through it. She wore a pale colored tank top with pale colored shorts and sneakers. The last one was gray in color, with a slightly choppy blonde mane. She wore a dark green t-shirt, black cargo shorts, and sneakers with the laces untied. Her eyes were a light yellow, and were slightly walleyed.
“Hello,” Lyra greeted when the got to you.
“Good evening,” you say with a sip of your punch, which was almost gone by now.
“Some party, huh?” she asked.
“Yeah, this was probably the last thing I would have expected today.”
“Well, that's Pinkie for you. She always throws a party for any occasion,” Lyra said with a light chuckle.
“Seems like something she would do,” you take a drink of your punch. “So, Lyra, who are your friends?” you ask, all of the mares, save the gray one, was looking at you with interest.
“Oh right!” Lyra stood next to the beige mare, “This is Bon Bon,” she stood next to the blue one, “Colgate,” moving to the pale yellow one, “Roseluck,” moving to the last one, “and Derpy.”
“Hey,” you say with a short wave of your hand. Each of them return the wave. Roseluck stepped forwards.
“Can I ask you a few questions about your home world?” she asked. Colgate facepalmed.
“I'm sorry about her, she's a conspiracy nut,” Colgate said with an apologetic smile.
“Hey, I told you all, aliens do exist,” Roseluck said matter-of-factually. Colgate once again facepalmed. You begin to laugh at their antics. Roseluck turned to you, “So, questions. You gonna answer them?”
“Sure,” you say though your light chuckling.
“Ok, first question: What types of plants do you have on your home world?” she asked.
“Um, I don't know all of them but I can give you types of plant,” you say as you get more punch. “We have vegetables, flowers, trees, some that can help you, and some that can harm you,” you say, trying to think of the different types of plants.
“Uh huh, uh huh. What is your species called?” she asked.
“Humans,” you say and you take a drink of your punch.
“Really? I would have thought the Zeborts from the Quintupin Galaxy would have been the first to make contact,” Roseluck said with a slightly confused look.
“Those things were on that Syfy movie you watched last week,” Colgate reminded her.
“Doesn't mean they don't exist. Ok, next question: How do you reproduce?” she asked with a straight face, making you take a small spit take, thus making you cough violently.
“Roseluck!” Lyra hisses while she thumps you on your back, trying to help you out. You straighten up and blink away the tears in your eyes. You can see the other mares trying to contain their laughter.
“You serious?” you ask with a slight cough. Roseluck nods her head.
“Oh my Celestia...” Lyra said with a shake of her head.
“Um, uh...” you could feel your face get red as you think of how to word this correctly. “Um, well... uh, when a mommy and a daddy love each other, very much, uh...” your savior came in the form of Vinyl's voice.
“I need the stallion of the hour to come to the DJ booth, again, can I have the alien come to me please?” her voice boomed from the speakers.
“Oh, well girls, it was nice chatting with you and all, but it seems that I’m needed, some other time I’ll answer your questions,” you say with a nervous smile, slowly backing away from the mares. Sighing with relief of avoiding that question, you make your way through the crowd. You make your way up to Vinyl, who has headphones on and a cup of punch in her hand. When she notices you she puts down her cup and pulls her headphones to her neck.
“There you are,” she said.
“Yeah, you don't know how awkward of a situation you just saved me from. Anyway what is it you needed?” you ask.
“Yeah, well I was thinking of how the ponies here would benefit from listening to music from your world, so I was wondering if I could borrow your music player?” she asked.
“Sure,” you say as you toss it up to her.
“Thanks!” she said, already going through your music collection.
“Just be wary of what you find, there are some songs that have foul language on there,” you warn. Vinyl gives you a mock salute.
“Roger.”
You leave to mingle with other ponies and before too long you hear a familiar song being played. It doesn't take long for your brain to register the song as “Monster” by Skillet. You wander around, not really doing anything, but not staying in once spot, ultimately trying to avoid Roseluck and her questions for the time being. Time flew by very quickly, you met a lot of ponies, all of them being very nice, and you have a fun time. Although, all fun things must end, and you found the crowd of ponies getting thinner and thinner as the night wore on. Soon it was just Pinkie, Vinyl, and yourself left. Vinyl packing up. When she left, Pinkie and yourself started to clean up the remains of the party. After that was done you headed upstairs to get ready for bed. Your happy and tired mood that you had when you climbed the stairs, turned to sad and tired when you saw that the air mattress has yet to be blow up. With a sigh, you shuffle over to it, sit on the floor, and proceed to blow it up.
After what seems like a forever, you manage to get the mattress blown up. Pinkie enters the room just as you placed the sheets on the mattress. She wore a simple pink plaid button up shirt and matching sleep pants, her mane was still curly, but was wet and slightly weighted down. You kick off your shoes, tug your shirt off, empty your pockets, and crawl on the air mattress, pulling the quilt over you as you do. Pinkie does somethings, then crawls in bed herself.
“Nighty night!” she said cheerfully before she turned off the light.
“Goodnight, Pinkie Pie,” you say before you feel the grips of sleep overtake you.
> Chapter 8
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	Bubbles
An Anthropomorphic MLP fan fiction
You slowly open your eyes, just to shut them quickly when the sunlight flooded your vision. You feel something laying on the side of your face and the first thing you think was that it was a cat. However, the Cake's don't own a cat, at least you don't think they do, and cats have fur. What was on your face didn't have fur. With one hand you grab the thing that had decided to lay on your face, and pluck it off. Opening your eyes you see it's the alligator from yesterday. You look at it and it looks back at you, both of you not blinking.
“You're awake!” you hear a familiar bubbly voice. “And you found Gummy!” You look over and see Pinkie, already dressed in day wear and an apron, walk up the stairs. You set the alligator named Gummy on the floor and turn over so you are sitting on the air mattress. You rub your eyes trying to wake yourself up more.
“Good morning, Pinkie,” you say through a yawn.
“Good morning,” she said cheerfully as she made her way to the balcony and threw open the door, letting in the sound of birds chirping and the sound of ponies going about their morning routine. You can hear a few “'Morning Pinkie!”'s and a reply from said mare. While Pinkie was on the balcony you look around for your headphones and MP3 player. You find your headphones, but not your MP3 player. You start to question this till you remember Vinyl had asked to borrow it and must have forgotten to give it back.
You get off your bed and the noise attracts Pinkie's attention. She made her way to her bed, picked up a towel and some cloths, and handed them to you. “Mr. Cake rounded up some of his old cloths so you can take a shower and change.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot to take a shower last night,” you think out loud.
“Well that's why I’m giving you these things, silly. You can take your shower now,” Pinkie said with a big smile.
“Right,” you say. You and Pinkie head downstairs, she continues down the second flight of stairs and you head to the bathroom. You place the cloths you were given on the toilet lid and start to disrobe. However, as you were disrobing, you came across a tattoo that you don't remember getting, right on your hip. It was a computer chip and a pair of needle nose pliers. Wondering were you got it, you remember something about what Twilight said, something about a Cutie Mark and it representing somebodies special talent. “I guess this is mine?” you think to yourself. “If it is, then I was going to school for the wrong thing.”
With the discovery of your Cutie Mark behind you, you step into the shower and proceed to wash yourself. You take this time to work on your tail. “Come on...” you think to yourself as you try to figure out how to move your tail. “Move dammit!” You lose yourself in trying to work your tail, and it takes a pounding on the bathroom door to snap you back to reality. The sudden noise takes you by surprise, making you stumble and almost fall, but you catch yourself in time. “Yeah?” you shout at the door.
“You've been in there for about an hour, are you ok dear?” you here Mrs. Cake call from the other side of the door.
“Oh, yeah I’m fine, I'm about to get out now,” you say as you turn off the water and get out. You dry off with the towel and dress in the cloths that have been provided for you, a blue long sleeve shirt and orange cargo shorts. You gather up your dirty cloths and exit the bathroom, where you run into Mr. Cake as he exits his room.
“Do the cloths fit alright?” he asks.
“Yes they fit pretty good, thank you,” you say.
“No problem, here let me take those dirty cloths,” he says as he take your dirty cloths from you. “I'll get them washed and give them back to you by tomorrow.”
“Alright, thanks,” you say.
“I believe breakfast is being served downstairs, why don't you go down and get something?” Mr. Cake suggests. You nod your head and head downstairs. The moment you reach the bottom floor, you smell a very delicious smell come from the kitchen so you make your way to it. You find Mrs. Cake feeding both Pumpkin and Pound baby food, while Pinkie was making pancakes, a big stack already on a plate.
“Hey, you're just in time,” Pinkie said as she placed another pancake on the stack, turned off the burner, and brought the plate to the table. The table was already set so you sat down next to Pinkie, Mr. Cake came through the door and sat next to Mrs. Cake.
“Well, dig in!” Mr. Cake announced as he speared a couple pancakes with his fork. Pinkie did the same, and as did you, grabbing three pancakes. Pinkie hands the syrup to you and you start to pour it over your pancakes. You cut a small triangle off the pancake and put in your mouth. It was the best pancake you have ever tasted. Once you got over how amazing it tasted, you managed to slowly chew and swallow the edible heaven.
You proceeded to roll up the rest of the pancake with your fork, spear the whole thing with it, and stuff it in your mouth. You normally have better manners than the ones you are showing now, but these pancakes are too good. You finish off the rest of your pancakes the same way you did the first. After you finish the last pancake you set your fork down and wipe you mouth with the napkin that has been provided. Everyone is giving you an amused look, including Pound and Pumpkin. You clear your throat.
“Those were some pretty good pancakes,” you simply say. This caused Pinkie to start laughing.
“So, what are you going to be do today?” Mrs. Cake asked you as she took a more appropriate bite of her pancakes.
“Um, well I was going to Vinyl's store to retrieve my MP3 player, other than that, nothing,” you say scratching your chin.
“Alright, do you need any help getting there?” Mrs. Cake asks.
“Nah, I think I’ll be fine. Though, what time does she open her shop?” you ask.
“On weekdays it's open from 10am to 7pm, and on weekends from noon to 5pm,” Pinkie answered happily.
You look up at the clock that was in the kitchen to check the time.
“It's almost ten, I’ll go now,” you say. They nod their heads and you make your way back up stairs, to Pinkie's room, so you could slip on your shoes. With your shoes on you head back downstairs and head outside. You are instantly blinded by the sun. You squint your eyes trying to help your eyes get adjusted to the suddenly brightness. Still squinting slightly you start off down the street to Vinyl's store.
On your way, nearly everyone gives you a wave or a nod of their head, and you return each and every one. You pass by a flower shop that had a few plants out in the open, you see Roseluck watering the plants. She had a tan shirt on with tan khakis and flip flops, and a bright yellow apron that was holding shears, garden gloves, a spade and other various small garden equipment. She spotted you looking at her and she just gave a smile and a wave. You wave back and she just went back to tending to the plants. Glad that she didn't stop you, you continue walking.
After a few minutes of walking you arrive at your destination. You open the door and again, there is nobody at the counter again. You ring the service bell and you hear Vinyl shout out “I'm back here,” so you take this as an invitation to walk behind the curtain. Behind the curtain you see a couple of doors that are closed save for one. You head to the open door and you see Vinyl sitting at a wooden desk, her feet kicked up. There was a speaker on the desk that was currently playing “The Ballad of Mona Lisa” by Panic! At The Disco from your MP3 Player.
“Oh, hey Mr. Alien, I'm sure you want your music back, huh?” she asks.
“Yeah, that's why I'm here,” you say as you take the chair in front of the desk. You bob your head to the song, enjoying the music.
“I got to say that you have some pretty good music from your world,” Vinyl says.
“Yeah, you like rap?” you ask.
“Yeah I like rap,” Vinyl says, nodding her head. You pick up your MP3 Player and go through your rap music. You select “Am I a Psycho” by Tech N9ne.
“Try some Tech N9ne,” you say, leaning back in your chair. Once the chorus plays, Vinyl raised an eyebrow, but she had a smirk on her face.
“Interesting song,” she says, “not a lot of ponies would rap about being a psycho.”
“Yeah well people make a lot of money for stuff like that,” you say, taking your MP3 Player once more.
“Hey I have to pick some stuff up in the market, wanna come with?” Vinyl asks.
“Sure,” you say. Vinyl unplugs your MP3 Player, and hands it to you. You both leave the room and Vinyl stops only to turn off the light. Before you both go outside, Vinyl stops again to put up a “Be back in 15 minutes” sign. Vinyl turns to you.
“Let's go.”
You both take off down the street to a very busy market square. You have yet to be to the market but it's pretty easy to navigate. You follow Vinyl though the crowd and to each of the stall she needs to go to, most of it food stalls. You arrive at Applejack's stall and Vinyl gets a couple bags of apples and you talk a little. After Applejack's stall, you kinda get the way money works in this world and how much one would expect to spent just picking up groceries. You notice that this world apparently has and extremely good economy. Another thing you notice is the time Vinyl takes to get this done is remarkable. She says she has almost everything she needs and you've been here for about five minutes.
You were passing a stall while carrying some of Vinyl's groceries, you're not sure how she managed to get you to do that, when you see something that from your world has entertained you for years, making you stop. Vinyl stops once she realizes you are no longer following her and she turns around to find you looking at a small rainbow crocheted ball that looked slightly worn out. Without a word you hand Vinyl the bag that you were carrying, who takes it with slight confusion, not taking your eyes off the small ball. You slowly pick it up and look up at the old stallion who was working the stand.
“May I?” you ask him.
“Y'all go right ahead,” the old stallion said with a smile.
“What's so great about a ball?” Vinyl asked with confusion.
“Ok, first off, it's not just a ball, it's called a hacky sack. I'm honestly surprised that you don't know what this is,” you say before throwing it up in the air. It came back down and once it got close to the ground you kicked it back up again with your right foot, the hacky sack came up to your chest, it fell again and you kicked it back up with the opposite foot. You continued to juggle the hacky sack with your feet, once you got a feel for it you started to do little tricks, such as doing a little twirl once it was in the air. You were in the zone.
Feeling you have kept this up long enough you kick the hacky sack so it went behind you, the using the heel of your foot you kicked it over you and caught it in your hand. While you were in the zone, you failed to notice the small crowd you had attracted. One you caught the hacky sack the crowd started to clap. The sudden attention made you turn a light scarlet color. With a sheepish smile you turned back to the old stallion and held out the hacky sack so you could give it back.
“Keep it, you obviously know how to use it,” the stallion said with a smile.
“Oh! Thanks,” you say with a short chuckle. You put your new hacky sack in your pocket and turn back to Vinyl, who hands you the bag you were carrying before.
“Where did you learn that?” Vinyl asked as you both started to leave.
“I got bored a lot when I was a kid, I often asked Momma Melody for something to do. She got fed up with me always asking so handed me my first hacky sack, taught me how to use it, and I was never bored again,” you say.
“Yeah? Sounds like fun, think you could teach me?” Vinyl asks.
“I could, just set up a time and a date, and I’ll see what's on my schedule,” you say. Vinyl smile in amusement, and the two of you continue to her house.
It took about fifteen but you eventually make it to Vinyl's house, and Vinyl guides you in and directs you to the kitchen, were you set the bag down on the table. You start to take stuff out and Vinyl tells you were to put stuff.
“Vinyl?” a voice called from somewhere in the house.
“In the kitchen!” Vinyl called back with her head in the fridge. You heard footsteps and a gray mare entered the kitchen. She had a long black mane, wearing what looked like a business suit and high heels.
“Oh! Hello,” she said to you.
“Hi,” you say, waving your hand.
“Oh, where are my manners, my name's Octavia,” she said. You tell her yours.
“It's a pleasure meeting you,” you say.
“You too,” she says with a smile.
“You need me Octy?” Vinyl asked.
“Yes, I came to remind you that we are having dinner with my parents tonight, I know you forgot,” Octavia said, crossing her arms.
“Oh please, I didn't forget,” Vinyl said, she leaned in close to you and whispered, “yes I did.” apparently Octavia heard because she rolled her eyes and glared at Vinyl harder than before. “Alright, I appreciate your help today, but I'm gonna have to ask you to leave,” she said to you.
“It's fine, I should probably have to get back to the Cakes anyway, see ya later,” you say taking your leave. Just as you were about to open the door you hear Vinyl call out your name, making you turn around.
“For you help,” she said before tossing you gold coins. You caught all five pieces and you recognize them as Bits. You smile at Vinyl before leaving her house. As you were walking away you heard the sound of breaking china from the house, making you quicken your pace.

> Chapter 9
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

	Bubbles
An anthropomorphic MLP fan fiction
The bell above the door rang when you opened the door, making Mrs. Cake look up from the newspaper she was reading.
“Did you get what you needed to get?” she asks as you make your way to the counter.
“Yeah, sorry I took so long. I somehow managed to get roped into carrying Vinyl's groceries to her house.”
“It's alright. I have a favor to ask actually,” Mrs. Cake says, putting sown her newspaper.
“Sure, what is it?”
“Could you possibly install those new wires for the computer?” she asks.
“Of course.”
“Thank you, Mr. Cake should be upstairs in the computer room,” she says as she goes back to her newspaper.
“Alright,” you say and you make your way to the stairs and ascend them. You find Mr. Cake in the computer room looking at the insides of the computer. You make your presence with a knock on the door.
“Huh? Oh! There you are,” Mr. Cake said and stood.
“Yeah, I heard that you needed some help?” you ask.
“Yes, I need some help installing the wires, if you wouldn't mind.”
“Of course not, were are wires?” you ask. Mr. Cake digs them out of his pocket and hands them to you along with a flashlight. With all the needed equipment you get to work. It didn't take long and after you pop the covering back on and plug it back in. You press the power button. “There we go,” you say as the computer turns on and the monitor flickers to life.
“Ha ha! Thank you! I have no idea what I would do without you,” Mr. Cake says as he claps you on the back.
“Probably spend a few bucks on having someone repair it for you,” you say.
“Bucks?” Mr. Cake asks, looking at you with slight confusion.
“Er, bits, sorry,” you say with a short laugh. Then you high tail it out of there before it can get anymore awkward. At least you tried to.
“Hey!” Mr. Cake say just as you were about to leave. He takes out a small brown bag and tips out some gold coins. “For your help,” he said as he puts four bits in your hand. You thank him and leave. You go up the second set of stairs and find Pinkie playing with Gummy, who was dressed quite dapper in a small suit.
“Hey Pinkie,” you greet her as you make your way to your air mattress.
“Hey! What do you think of Gummy?” Pinkie asks, holding him up so you could properly see him.
“He looks quite dapper. All he needs is a small cane and monocle and he could get into any ball. With or without invitation,” you say with a smile.
“You know what? I think you are right,” Pinkie said as she held him up in front of herself, eying him. “Wait a minute!” Pinkie exclaimed in realization. “I do have a small cane and monocle!” she said before reaching under her bed and pulling out a chest. She flipped open the lid and dug around in it. It wasn't that deep but Pinkie's top half seemed to disappear as dug around, getting in deeper and deeper. You were about to call for help but Pinkie suddenly righted with a small cane and monocle in hand. “Ah ha! Found them!” she happily exclaimed before closing the lid and sliding up under her bed once more. She then turned to Gummy and put the monocle on him and stood him up so it looked like he was using the cane to be held up like a normal person would. “What do you think?” Pinkie asked you.
“He looks so sharp that he could pop a balloon,” you say as you pick up your headphones and set them on your neck. Pinkie giggles at your poor excuse for a joke.
“You're right, he could!” Pinkie said as she scooped him up and set him on her head. She then raced down the stairs and out of sight. You can't help but smile as you plug your headphones into your MP3 player. You turn it on but when you see the battery percentage you turn it back off. You'll need to pick up a charger. You put it in your pocket and head downstairs to the ground floor and walk up to Mrs. Cake who was still at the counter reading her newspaper.
“Hey Mrs. Cake?” you ask to get her attention.
“Yes?” she asks, looking up from her newspaper.
“Is it alright if I go for a walk?”
“Of course dear, oh and thank you for fixing the computer,” she said with a smile.
“It was nothing, I should be back in about an hour or two,” you say as you walk to the door.
“Alright dear, have fun!” she calls after you. You hold the door open for a purple mare and brown stallion, you give Mrs. Cake one last wave before stepping out into the street. You walk to Vinyl's store but it is still closed.
“Fifteen minutes my ass” you think to yourself. With nothing else to do you do the next thing that was on your to do list. Walk around randomly.
It doesn't take long for you to spot someone else you recognize. You spot the mare with the gray fur and blonde mane, Derpy if you remember correctly. She had what you assume is the post office mail mare's outfit on; a tan colored hat, tan button up t-shirt with, what you assume is, the Ponyville Post Office patch on the left breast pocket, tan shorts that came up a little past her knees showing a band-aid on her right knee, and sneakers, the laces tied this time. She also had four mail bags with her and she looked like she was struggling a little bit so being the nice guy you are, you walk across the road to her.
“Hey Derpy!” you call out.
“Huh?” she started to look around, she smiled when she saw me waving my hand and she waved back. “Hello!”
“Hey Derpy,” you say as you stand in front of her. “How are you today?”
“I'm doing pretty good, how are you?”
“I'm pretty good, do you usually carry that much?” you say pointing to her bags.
“Huh? Oh! No, a couple of other mail ponies called in sick today so I took their routes,” she said with a smile.
“You look like you're struggling, do you need some help?”
“Nah, I got.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yup!” Derpy said with a big smile and swung the bags onto her shoulders to prove her point. Her point would have been proven if the bags didn't weigh her down too much and make her fall backwards when she swung them on. “AHH!” she screamed as she fell, but with your quick reflexes, and since you had a feeling this would happen, you catch her before she hit the ground and right her. “Ok, maybe I could use some help,” Derpy said with a sheepish grin. With a smile you take three bags and swing them over you shoulders, and damn were they heavy. But of course you don't show or say this, your inner man won't allow it.
“That better?” you ask.
“Yeah, thanks,” she said with a smile and together you both take off down the street.
“So when did you come to Ponyville?” you ask trying to make conversation.
“Me and my family came from Cloudsdale about ten years ago when my mom and dad had my little sister, Dinky,” she said. She stopped to put mail in one of the shops mailboxes. “I was ten when we moved.”
“Ten, huh? It had to be tough to move away from all of your friends.”
“Actually it wasn't that hard, we always wrote to each other. What about you, where did you live before here?” she asked.
“I lived in a town called Desoto. It was an alright place, when I was 16 I moved to the town next to it called Hillsboro. Hillsboro and Desoto are pretty different, Hillsboro being mostly country people and Desoto being a lot of people who thought they were better than everybody else,” you say. Derpy quickly puts mail in another shop's mailbox.
“Now when you say 'people' are they what you used to be?” Derpy asked.
“Well that's what they are called when a lot of them are in one place at once,” you say.
“Oh, so like when a lot of us are in one place we are referred to as ponies, right?” Derpy asked.
“Yeah. So, what's Cloudsdale like?”
“Oh it's very pretty, especially being so high up in the sky. The people are pretty fun to be around, though the little foals can be a bit mean, teasing and stuff,” she said with a small hint of sadness, but she covered it well. She stopped to give mail to a shop owner who was fixing his sign. “But, it simply is an amazing place.”
“It sounds nice,” you say. The rest of the route was spent in casual conversation. You turned onto a road that had houses lining each side of the road and started walking down it. “So is it fun being a mailmare?” you ask.
“Yeah, a lot of perks, like free postage, I don't get junk mail, and if I have a letter that I don't want anybody else to get to, I just hide it before anybody can see it,” she says as she puts mail in a mailbox. “It's the little things.”
“I bet,” you say with a chuckle. “I use to work at a post office, I sorted the mail, but one day, one of the senior mailmen took me out to show me how to deliver the mail and I have got to ask: How can you remember each route?” you say. Derpy giggled and stuck some mail in it's mailbox.
“It's easier than it looks,” Derpy said.
“Nah, I've tried, you have to be smart to remember a couple routes and the houses on it.”
“It's gets easier the longer you do it.”
“I don't know,” you say with a laugh. “It seems hard to me.”
Derpy laughed as she put mail in a mailbox. You looked ahead and saw Vinyl walking down the road towards you.
“Hey, Vinyl!” you say with a wave, Vinyl returns the wave and jogs to you.
“Yo, Mr. Alien, aren’t you just Mr. Helpful today, huh?” Vinyl asks when she sees the bags you are carrying.
“Actually I just can't turn down a favor when asked by a female. Or kids, once they pull out the puppy dog eyes, I do what they want and more. They want a juice box opened, I build them a tree house,” you say with a shrug.
“I think I’ll keep that in mind when I need my house cleaned,” Vinyl said with a laugh.
“Yeah alright,” you say with a laugh.
“I gotta get back to the shop, see you guys later,” Vinyl said as she started to walk away.
“Oh wait!” you say making her stop. “I need a phone and MP3 charger.” Vinyl starts to dig around in her pockets and produced two chargers and tossed them to you. You caught them and looked at Vinyl with an eyebrow raised. “So you always carry around chargers in your pocket?”
“Of course, for charger emergencies,” she says before walking away again. “See ya later!”
“Bye!” you and Derpy call after her. You and Derpy continued the route and by the time you were done you had only one bag left which Derpy carried and you carried the bag with the other bags stuffed inside.
“Hey, wanna get some lunch?” Derpy asks you.
“Sure I could eat,” you say and with that the two of you make your way to a park and you both sit on a bench and Derpy produces two big muffins from her pocket. You raise an eyebrow when she hands one to you. “For muffin emergencies?” you ask with an amused smile.
“Of course,” Derpy says before taking a big bite from her muffin. You take a bite of your muffin. Banana nut, one of your favorites.
“Does everybody just carry random stuff in their pockets for emergencies?” you ask taking another bite of your muffin. Derpy just shrugs. You both eat your muffins in silence, watching the world go around.
You finish yours before Derpy so you stand up and fetch your hacky sack from your pocket and start to hacky sack. You just juggle it between you feet but it manages to get away from your and towards Derpy, who had stood up. You expected Derpy to just catch it in her hands but she caught it with her foot and started to juggle it in between her feet.
She was pretty good, and it totally caught you off guard as to how well she could do it, at risk of sounding like and asshole, because of her eyes. But there she was, doing it, and pretty good at it too. She kicked it over too you and you kept it up in the air. You juggled it a couple times before kicking it back. You two lost track of the time and before you know it a whole hour has passed. You kicked it to Derpy but kicked it wrong and it was way off, making Derpy fetch it.
“Sorry about that Derpy,” you say as she comes back.
“It's fine. What time is it?” Derpy asks as she started to juggle the hacky sack between her feet. You take out your phone and turn it on.
“It is 2:30,” you say.
“What?! Shoot! We have to get going!” Derpy exclaimed as she tossed the bag you were carrying and your hacky sack and the two of you took off. You both managed to get Derpy's route done pretty fast and Derpy dropped her bags off at the post office, and you decided to hang out with Derpy some more.
“Wanna hang out at my house?” Derpy asked. You thought about it. “I've got video games!” your decision was made.
“Hell to the yes,” you say and the two of you start for her house.
> Chapter 10
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

	Bubbles
An anthropomorphic MLP fan fiction
“Here we are,” Derpy said as she stopped in front of a two story house. It looked like the other houses next to it, white with a straw roof and a few windows. “Lets go,” Derpy said as she walked up to the door with you following. She pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the door. “My parents don't get home till four and my little sister gets home from school at 3:30,” she says as she walks in.
“Nice place,” you say as you walk in. You walk into the living room which had a big blue sofa sitting on a rug in the middle of the room, facing a flat screen, which was sitting on an entertainment center. A few pictures line the walls, they look hand painted, and it has a few doors leading off to other places as well as a set of stairs leading upwards.
“Thanks,” Derpy said as she pointed to a closed door next to the stairs. “Bathroom is through that door, and the kitchen is through here,” she said leading you through a door that lead you to a nice looking kitchen and dinning room. It had a marble island that had four burners on it in the middle of the kitchen area, a stainless steel oven with a matching double door fridge, microwave, and sink lining the walls. The dinning room area had a large wooden table with matching chairs around it and a chandelier above it. On the table sat a bowl of fruit, probably wax.
Derpy opened a small door revealing a pantry and grabbed out a pack of popcorn. “Can't game without popcorn,” Derpy said as she passed you to the microwave. A few minutes later, you and Derpy are in the living room, sitting on the floor, X Buck 360 dragged out from a cabinet on the entertainment center, and games spread out in front of you. You had the task of picking out a game. A lot of these games were very similar to the games back on your world, just named differently.
“How about Pony Kombat 9?” you ask looking back at Derpy who was munching on popcorn. With a nod of her head you pop the game in and Derpy, quickly brushing off the popcorn grease on her shorts, sets it up. It was a simple fight; two rounds, level randomized, infinite time. When the character selection screen popped up you quickly select Scorpion, your go-to Mortal Kombat Kombatant, while Derpy selects Kitana. A random stage is selected and the game starts.
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“FIGHT!”
You both jump back and you shoot out your spear towards Kitana who jumps to dodge it but you get her when you summon Demon Fire as she lands, taking away some of her health. She quickly gets up and throws her fans at you, then quickly follows up with Upraise, making you flail hopelessly in the air. She quickly finishes the combo with an air dash, taking away more health. You jump up and throw another spear and again Kitana jumps to avoid it, but you get her when you teleport attack her in mid air. She quickly gets up and starts throwing her fans at you. One of them hit but you quickly teleport behind her and uppercut her in the air, immediately followed by an air throw. She quickly recovers and when you are in striking distance she starts attacking with her fans, but you put a stop to that with a leg sweep, followed with a kick. You quickly dash towards her as she gets up and you finish her off with a punch to her gut, an elbow attack, and a flaming uppercut, draining her health all the way.
“Round two!” you hear as Kitana gets up and you both take a fighting stance, “FIGHT!”
Kitana quickly throws her fans, both striking you, and quickly air dash over you and start a three kick combo, attacking your back. With the last kick you are flung forwards onto the ground, but you don't stay there for long as you jump up and quickly throw a spear. The spear hits and you yank her towards you, quickly following up with the same three punch combo as last round. You go for another punch but she blocks in time but you quickly do a leg sweep and follow up with a slash from both of your swords that you had on your back. She quickly jumps up and attack you with kicks. You try to block them but you are too slow. After the last kick you jump back, trying to gain some distance between you too, them follow up with a Demon Fire. As she was burning you quickly throw a spear and yank her towards you and follow up with two quick high kicks and a middle kick which sends her flying backwards.
“Finish her!” you hear as Kitana gets up but is stunned and wobbly. You hands light on fire and a purple smoke surrounds Kitana, completely hiding her from view. The smoke starts to shrink and so does Kitana. When the smoke clears you can see a now baby Kitana, who pulls out her fans, which are now bigger than her, and attempt to wield them, only to be thrown up in the air and dropped down, where she started crying, the fans landing in the ground besides her.
“Scorpion wins! Babality!” you hear before everything goes dark.
~~~~~~~
“Best two out of three,” Derpy said before starting another game. In the next game you were in the lead but at the last moment Derpy pulled some good combos and won, however you won the third game by a mile. Somewhere around the sixth game Dinky came home from school.
“Hey Dinky, how was school?” Derpy asked over her shoulder but never taking her eyes off the game.
“It was alright, got a B on a test,” Dinky said as she plopped down on the couch and took a handful of the dangerously low popcorn. You turn and look at Dinky and give a little wave with a smile. “Hello,” she said returning the smile.
“Oh right,” Derpy said before giving introductions.
The game didn't last much longer and Derpy won by a hair. “Ah ha!” she said excitedly when she won.
“Congrats, I believe the score is now 4:2?” you say, taking a handful of popcorn. Derpy just rolls her eyes and gets up and walks into the kitchen and opens the fridge.
“You guys want a soda?” she asks from the fridge.
“Yes!” Dinky said excitedly, making you smile.
“Sure,” you say. Derpy returns seconds later with three purple cans and hands one to you and Dinky. “Ah, generic purple drink, a classic,” you say before popping the tab and taking a long drink draining half of it. It was actually tasted better than the generic purple drink from your world.
“Wanna pick another game?” Derpy asked taking a drink from her drink.
“Sure.”
“If you open that drawer,” Derpy said pointing to a drawer on the entertainment system, “there should be a bunch of other games to different systems.”
You scoot to the draw and pull it out. You see a treasure cove of old and classic games in neat rows. “They are a little old but still fun to play,” you hear Derpy from behind you. You decide to start in what looked like Nintendo 64 games. You see a lot of games that remind you of games from your world. You come across one game that caught your eye. It was a golden cartridge but when you pulled it put it's sticker on the front has been peeled off, but poorly peeled of because there was still bits of paper stuck to it.
“What's this game?” you ask, holding it up.
“Oh! That's Zelda: Marejora's Mask,” Dinky says.
“Huh,” you say turning the cartridge over. When you do you see one word. Ben. “Nope,” you say before putting the game back in it's spot and closing the drawer and scooting back to your spot. “How about some Call of Cutie Modern Warfare 3?” you ask, holding up the game.
“Sure?” Derpy said. She was clearly confused about your behavior, but she didn't press the matter and in a few minutes you both were playing multiplayer on the Resistance map. With twenty minutes on the clock and unlimited points the games starts.
~15 minutes later~
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You ran as fast as you could, but you were too hurt at the moment to run for very long and far too soon you were back to walking. You pulled your AK-47 off your back and tossed it to the ground, trying to lighten the load you had to carry. It was empty anyway. Now you pulled out your trump card. An RPG. It only had one rocket, but one rocket was all you needed. It never failed you yet.
To be honest, you were scared. No, you were beyond scared. You only had one opponent, and she was not real. She couldn't be real. It was impossible. She never shot one bullet, and you only have one shot left. Every shot you took missed, it wasn't natural. You never missed. Your not very religious but you found yourself praying more in this one battle then you ever have in your life. The worst part; she always knew where you were. Almost as if she was looking through your eyes.
A beeping from a radar on your wrist broke you from thoughts. There she was, on the street next to yours. She wasn't moving, she was just waiting.
“Alright. If that's the game you want to play, then fine. Lets play.” you think. It is time to end this. You slowly walk to the street she was on. You sent one last silent prayer, before walking onto the street and face her. Her. There she was. Just standing there. Her sniper rifle slung across her back, and handgun in it's holster. The only thing she had in her hand was a knife. A knife! Did she think this was a game?!
“Fuck it,” you say, readying your RPG. She didn't move, flinch, nothing. You take aim. Not at her, but at her feet. You didn't want to miss. Without missing a beat you pulled the trigger and felt the rocket being propelled out of the RPG. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as you watched the rocket slowly make it's way to it's target. She didn't move, she just stood there.
BOOM!
The rocket kicked up a lot of dirt and debris when it hit, hiding the damage. You let the now useless RPG fall off your shoulder and you smiled. It was over. It was finally over! It was-
FWOOOSH
No. It couldn't be. So close, you were so close! You looked down at your chest and saw a blade in your chest. You felt tears roll down your cheek. It wasn't fair. You looked up and saw her. Just standing there. Completely unscathed. You fell to you knees. It was impossible.
The last thing you saw before you died was her, just standing there.
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“Impossible.”
“What is?” Derpy asked as she set her controller down.
“I shot you with a rocket!” you say putting your head in your hands. “You shouldn't have survived!”
“Magic armor, dude. Explosives don't do anything,” Dinky said. Derpy just giggled and stuck out her tongue at you, and you let out a big sigh.
“Well, I blame the controller,” you say, setting it down and picking up your soda, finishing it off. You never scored one point during the game. You weren't the best at Call of Duty, but you were no noob.
You hear a door open in the kitchen and a voice call out. “Dinky? Derpy?”
“In here mama!” Dinky answers. A few seconds later a tall mare with light blue fur walked in. She had a long blonde mane that curled at the ends, she wore blue jeans that had paint on them and a big flannel shirt that also had paint on it.
“Oh hello,” she said to you.
“This is my mom,” Derpy said.
“Call me Paint,” Paint said shaking your hand. You tell her your name. “Pleasure to meet you, but what are you three doing inside on this beautiful day?” she asked as she went into the kitchen, sorting through the fridge.
“Playing video games,” Derpy said. “Nothing to do outside.”
“Nonsense. I remember when you were a little filly, you always wanted to be outside. Playing in dirt and with bugs,” Paint said from the fridge. “Oh, your father will be staying late at the office, so how about we go out to eat?”
“Sure.”
“Yes!”
“Wanna come with?” Paint asked you.
“Well, I don't want to impose.”
“Nonsense, the more the merrier, just let me change first,” Paint said as she made her way to the stairs she stopped at the top and turned around. “I have to say. You are far more polite than her last coltfriend,” she said with a wink. Derpy turned a bright shade of red and you felt some heat go to your cheeks.
“No! Mom! He is just a friend, not a coltfriend,” Derpy said.
“Uh huh, whatever you say dear,” Paint said with a laugh as she disappeared. Derpy put her head in her hands.
“I am so sorry.”
“It's fine,” you say with an unexplainable smile. “Lets just play another round,” you say picking up your controller.
“Wait,” Dinky said. “You two are dating?”
“NO!”
> Chapter 11
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

	Bubbles
An anthropomorphic MLP fan fiction
“So where would you like to eat?” you get asked by Paint. Derpy, Dinky, Paint, and yourself were walking down the street, having left just a few seconds ago.
“I actually haven't been in Ponyville for long, so why don't you guys pick?” you ask.
“Derpy? Dinky?” Paint asked them. They both put a finger on their chins as they thought about it.
“How about that one place that dad took us last month?” Derpy asked. Paint screwed up her face trying to think. “The one with the great ravioli’s.”
“Oh! Yes I remember that one. How about it?” Paint asked you.
“Sure,” you say.
You continue walking and soon you are on the business district of Ponyville. You walk past Sugarcube Corner when you think of something.
“Hey, do you mind if I pop into Sugarcube Corner for a quick second? I think I should tell Mrs. Cake I’ll be having dinner without them,” you explain.
“Sure, we'll be right here,” Paint said. With a nod you quickly run inside. You don't find Mrs. Cake but you do find Pinkie at the cash register. You quickly run up to her just as she finishes with a customer.
“Hey!” she greeted with her usual happiness.
“Hey Pinkie. I was going to have dinner with Derpy and her family, so I was going to tell Mrs. Cake that so she doesn't have to worry about me eating tonight.”
“I can tell her when she gets back. She went to the post office to pick up some postage stamps.”
“Alright, thanks Pinkie.” you say before turning to leave again. Just when you were about to open the door Pinkie yells your name to get your attention. “Yes?”
“Good luck on your date!” she cheerfully calls, giving you a thumbs up.
“Er, no. Pinkie this isn't a date.”
“Oh. Ok then.” just as you were about to open the door again, Pinkie calls out once again. “Don't order the milk! My Pinkie Sense is going off!”
“Um, right,” Pinkie Sense? Maybe Twilight knows. “See ya!” and finally you were outside. “Sorry about that,” you say to Derpy and them.
“It's nothing to worry about, lets go!” Paint said before turning on heel and continue to walk down the road.
After a few minutes of walking you find yourself walking in what looked like a fancy restaurant. You went inside and seated yourselves. You picked a booth because you like booths. Derpy and Paint sat on one side while you and Dinky sat on the other. After you were seated a waitress showed up and handed out menus.
“Don't worry about paying. I got you covered,” Paint said with a smile.
“Thanks,” you say. Normally you would pay for your own meal, but you don't have to necessary funds.
“What would you guys like to drink?” the waitress asked.
“I'll have a Dr. Pony,” Derpy ordered.
“Make that two,” Paint says.
“I'll have some sweet tea,” you order.
“Can I get some milk?” Dinky asked.
“Actually,” you say, leaning in close to Dinky. “I wouldn't get that if I were you. Pinkie said.”
“Oh, never mind. Can I get a sweet tea also?” Dinky asks.
“You sure can. I’ll get them to you in a minute and let you decide what you would like for dinner,” the waitress said before disappearing for a few second, and returning with the drinks.
You look over the menu for a few seconds before settling on a dish. The waitress comes back after a few minutes.
“Have you all decided?” she asked.
“Yes, can I get the spaghetti?” Paint orders.
“I would like the ravioli, please,” Derpy ordered.
“Pizza, please,” Dinky ordered.
“The three cheese lasagna, please,” you order.
“Alright,” the waitress said, writing it all down. “I'll be right out with your food.” The waitress turned to leave but Paint stopped her.
“Can we get some bread sticks?” she asked.
“Certainly,” the waitress said before she returned with a basket of bread sticks. You each grabbed a bread stick, and they were spectacular. You thought Fazoli's had good break sticks, but man, these topped them by a mile. It could have been the freshness of them, or the fact that you were now a pony. Or it could have been both. But one thing was clear: you would have a foodgasm by the time you got back home with how good the food is here in Ponyville. Hearing your name calls from your thoughts.
“So, what do you do to get bits?” Paint asked, munching on a bread stick.
“Well, to be honest, I haven't been here for very long and I have no idea how long I will be here, so I haven't got a job yet. But I have been helping random ponies, getting bits that way,” you say taking a sip of your tea.
“Oh, what's your special talent?” Paint asks.
“Um, I repair computers and other electronics,” you say.
“So if my computer or phone broke, instead of paying a bunch of bits for a repair stallion, I could just phone you up and get it for free?” she asked with a hopeful smile.
“Well, you would have to pay for the part, but I suppose that could work,” you say with a light chuckle.
“Ha ha, sweet.”
The waitress came back with the food and soon everybody was eating delicious food. The lasagna was very good, and very hot. You burned your tongue on the first bite.
“So I take it you painted the paintings in your living room?” you ask, trying to make light conversation.
“Yup, they are some of my earlier pieces, I don't paint on canvas anymore though. This one though,” Paint said nudging Derpy in her side, making her giggle and squirm, “has taken after her mother. Quite the artist.” A light red flooded Derpy's cheeks at the compliment. “That one,” Paint said pointing to Dinky, “is a wiz with numbers and such. Just like her father. In all advanced classes I believe.”
“Yup! I’m going to be a scientist when I grow up,” Dinky said with a big smile on her face. Her cheerfulness was quite contagious and soon everyone at the table had a huge smile on their face.
The rest of the dinner went quite well, you talked about a lot of things. Their father, Crunch, works for a very big company in Canterlot, and is very high up.”
Along with hearing about their father, you also here quite a lot of embarrassing stories of when Derpy was a little filly. Apparently Derpy had tried to ship herself to the ocean because she wanted to go visit her grandmother who has a beach house. She didn't go, because she got caught by her father, but she did learn that she wanted to be a mailmare that day. You heard all about this over desert, you each got a huge piece of cheesecake. Dinky wasn't able to finish hers off and since everybody else was too full, you took it.
While you were eating some one rushed to the bathroom looking quite green. His date said something about milk. You just shrugged it off.
The sun had started to set when you left, with a big yawn you started to walk to Sugarcube Corner. You stopped in front of the bakery's doors and turned to the two mare's and one filly.
“Thanks for dinner,” you say to Paint, who smiled. “It was nice meeting you guys but I must take my leave now,” you nod to Derpy and Dinky and stretch out your hand to Paint. She looked at it with an amused smile, grabbed it and yanked you to her and she caught you in a very big hug.
“Yeah, I’m a hugger,” she said. Not sure what to do you return the hug, mindful of her wings, and you two separate. Paint, Derpy, and Dinky took off, but Derpy stopped to give you one last wave, which you returned. With a smile on your face you enter Sugarcube Corner. What you saw whipped the smile off your face.
“I want my money back!” a very large stallion, black furred, very tight gray shirt outlining muscles, blue jeans, and black boots, said to a very frightened looking Pinkie, who was still at the counter.
“I-I'm sorry sir, but we can't give refunds,” she said with a very shaky voice.
“There a problem here?” you ask with a calm voice. The stallion slowly turned his head to look at you.
“I know you,” the stallion said as he started to walk towards you. “You're that alien thing,” he said with much disgust on the word “thing”. He got right up in your face but you don't back down. “There is a problem. It's you. You don't belong here.”
“What are you going to do about it?” you ask in a calm voice. The stallion eyed you, sizing you up.
“You're lucky I’m in good mood,” he growled before walking out the door.
Once the door closed you let out a slightly shaky voice. Pinkie appeared next to you and locked the door and switched the “open” sign to “closed”.
“Are you ok?” you ask Pinkie, who nods.
“I'm going to take a shower,” Pinkie said, her voice still slightly shaky. You both make for the stairs, going up to Pinkie's room. Pinkie grabs some cloths and goes to the shower. You sit on your bed and put on your headphones. You put your MP3 Player on random and played a song. You close your eyes and concentrate on your music. You feel something nudge your hand and you see Gummy sitting next to you. Taking a deep breath you start to pet Gummy.
Figures there would be assholes in this world too. Just a lot less. You think to yourself. You sit there for a while. Eventually Pinkie returns and she is back to her usual self. You bring your headphones to your neck and call out Pinkie's name.
“Who was that?” you ask.
“That was Body Slam,” she said as she sat on her bed.
“Why was he so angry?”
“He didn't like what he ordered so he wanted a refund. But policy says I can't, and he got angry.” Pinkie thought for a minute. “But I don't know why he was angry with you, you should stay clear of him.”
“Back on my world I ran into people like daily I just didn't think people like that were here.”
“Well not everybody is like that,” Pinkie said.
“Yeah I know, I’m not worried about him,” you say. You look down at Gummy. You're not sure how much he can actually feel but he seems to be enjoying your petting. “Say, where did you get Gummy anyways?” you ask.
“Oh! Well one day I was hanging out in Ponyville's sewers-”
“Wait!, why?”
“Looking for adventure of course!”
“Right, continue.”
"Anyways, so I was looking for adventure when I hear this very big roar! At first I was scared, but oddly I found myself wanting to find out what the roaring was, so I followed it. I walked for what seemed like forever but then I saw something that was just spectacular! I giant underground cavern filled with the most beautiful gems! I thought about telling Rarity, but she doesn't like getting dirty. Anyway the gems formed some type of maze and the growling was coming from somewhere in the middle, so I entered the maze in search of the sound...” Pinkie goes on to explain all that she faced in the gem maze, and it all seemed very unlikely, but she was one helluva story teller and it kept you very intrigued. “... then I reached the middle of the maze, I had Excalibur at the ready to face what ever demon from the fourth wall that had escaped. But I didn't find any demons, instead I found Gummy! It was his tummy that was making the giant roar!” Pinkie said giggly that turned laughter. “every since that day, Gummy and I have sworn to protect Equestria from the Fourth wall Demons! Even if I have to break it every so often,” Pinkie turned her head to the wall next to her and squinted her eyes. “Isn't that right readers?” she asked. You raise an eyebrow and look at the wall she was looking at, trying to see what she saw, but you say nothing. You shrug it off as a Pinkie thing. Pinkie lets out a very big yawn. “Yowza! Look at the time! I think it's time for bed,” Pinkie said before laying down and pulled her blankets over her. You pick up gummy and give him to Pinkie. You tug off your shirt, shoes, and empty your pockets and you yourself crawl in bed. Pinkie claps her hands and the lights go out.
“Good night!”
“Good night,” you say with a big yawn.
> Chapter 12
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

							Bubbles
An anthropomorphic MLP fan fiction
You were at a very awesome rave party. Vinyl was the DJ along with Abe Lincoln. There are giant neon beach balls in the air, acting as the only lighting aside from strobe lights. You were in a mosh pit next to Shrek when you saw a very hot looking Angelina Jolie beckoning you to the back-room. You follow with out hesitation. Once you get in the room, things start to get a little hot and heavy. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a blue Alicorn that resembled Celestia a little. This Alicorn was a dark blue, and had a mane that looked like the night sky, she was dressed in similar cloths that Celestia wore when you met her only darker. She had a very confused and embarrassed look upon her face, but when Angelina starts to disrobe your eyes are pulled away from the Alicorn and to the Angelina who was taking her shirt off.
~~~~~~~~~
You silently curse the sun as it shines directly into your eyes, waking you from your wondrous dream. You groan and rollover, nuzzling your pillow, trying to get back to that dream, but you know it's pointless.
“Wakey-wakey~!” you here a familiar bubbly voice sing. You slowly crack open your eyes and take a peak at the pink pony who was walking towards you with a gigantic smile on her face. You let out a loud grown and bury your head into your pillow. “Oh come on! It's a fantastic-funarific day out today!” Pinkie Pie said as she sat down in front of you. You look up at the pink pony and let out a sigh.
“Sorry for my French Pinkie, but it is too damn early,” you say resting your chin on your pillow.
“That's not Prench, silly! That's Equestrian, and it's only six,” Pinkie said with a giggle. You look up at Pinkie.
“You're not going to let me get back to sleep are you?” you ask. Pinkie shook her head, her smile never leaving her face. With a groan you turn over and sit up, yawning and rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You stand up and proceed to stretch out your arms and neck.
“There is coffee downstairs,” Pinkie said as she walked past you and down the stairs.
After taking a few seconds to stretch out your back you make your way downstairs. You grab your shirt as you pass it and slip it on as you walk down the stairs. You make your way to the ground floor and notice that there are no lights on save the ones coming from the kitchen, which you make your way to. You see a very chipper Pinkie Pie who was working at a tea kettle, and a very tired looking Mrs. Cake, who was still in her pajamas, resting her head in her hand at the kitchen table. She seemed like she was about to fall asleep again. You take a seat at the table and Pinkie put a cup of coffee in front of you and a cup of tea in front of Mrs. Cake.
You pick up the sugar and cream that sat in the middle of the table and started to pour them in your coffee. Pinkie hands you a spoon to stir it with and soon you were taking the first sip of some good coffee. You and Mrs. Cake both sit in silence, trying to wake up, while Pinkie was doing her thing, humming to a happy tune. A tune that was too damn happy this early in the morning.
A few moments later and Mr. Cake walked in, still in his pajamas and his mane sticking up in all directions. He pecked Mrs. Cake on the cheek and sat down next to her and Pinkie placed a cup of coffee in front of him that he took black. You hear your name being called, so you look to Mrs. Cake who called it.
“Are you doing anything today?” she asked. Her voice was slow and quite. You shake your head in response. “Well would you like to work here to get some bits?” you nod your head. “Great you can bus the tables or whatever Pinkie needs you to do.”
“Alright, I could use the spare bits,” you say rubbing your eyes with a yawn.
~~~~~~~~~
You spent your day making an honest man's wage. It was incredibly easy and uneventful. Well as uneventful and working with Pinkie Pie can be. Around noon Twilight came in with Spike. You were wiping down a table when she came in.
“Hey Twilight,” you call when you saw here.
“Good afternoon. Are you working here now? Last I heard you were helping Derpy with her mail route,” Twilight said, looking at your apron, which was the Sugarcube Corner official work clothes.
“Nah, just picking up a couple bits. Did you hear anything from Princess Celestia about a spell that will get me home?” you ask hopefully. But the hope you had dissipated when Twilight shook her head.
“I'm sorry,” Twilight said with a sad look.
“Don't worry, I’m sure a spell will be found,” you say with a smile. To be honest you weren't exactly expecting the spell to be found so soon. “Anyway, Pinkie will get your order for you,” you say nodding your head towards Pinkie who just came out of the kitchen.
“TWILIGHT!” Pinkie yelled with a very big smile on her face and a wave.
“Hi, Pinkie,” Twilight said rubbing her ear and returning the wave. She turned to you. “Rarity said she made you some clothes, If you want I could take you to her boutique after Spike and I are done here.”
“Sure I’ll go on my lunch break,” you say before going back to your cleaning of tables. Twilight and Spike ordered their food and you talked while it was getting ready.
Pinkie rang the little bell that was on the counter next to the cash register, signaling you to pick it up and give it to the customer.
“Hey Pinkie?” you call when you get up to the counter.
“Yes?”
“I'm going to take my lunch break and head on over to Rarity's boutique to pick up some things.”
“Okie-dokie-lokie!” Pinkie said with her giant smile on her face. You smile your thanks and head over to the table Twilight and Spike were sitting.
“Here you guys go,” you say giving them their bag of food. They say their thanks and you make your way to the kitchen, take off your apron and set it on a peg. As you walk out you grab a cupcake from a pile that were a day old. You take a bite out of it as you walk back into the main room and make your way to the cash register and place a bit in it for the cupcake. Eating the cupcake you wait for Twilight and Spike to get done.
Once they finally get done you three head over to Rarity's boutique, which didn't take very long.
Rarity's boutique, named the Carousel Boutique, came into view as you turned the corner. It looked like it had multiple floors to how tall it was. It looked taller than Sugarcube Corner, but that could have been just because of the flag at the top. Twilight, Spike, and yourself make your way inside, making a bell go off.
“Just one minute, please~” you here Rarity call out in a sing song voice from a backroom. You look around the room you are currently in and see what looked like a small stage with mirrors around it, a door sits next to it. On the other side of the room was a big curtain that was blocking something off, and next to that were some stairs, leading to the next floor. You look around some more and see Twilight sitting on a chair, reading a book. Your not sure where she got the book but you don't question it. You also see Spike looking at himself in the mirror, twisting his face from side to side, then breathe into his claw and sniff. He put on a satisfied smile and started to straighten out the purple shirt he was wearing. You decide to take a seat next to Twilight and wait.
After a few minutes you hear a door open, making you look up.
“Ah, Twilight, what can I do for you, dear?” Rarity asked as she closed the door next to the stage area.
“Not what you can do for me, but what can you do for him,” Twilight said nodding towards you.
“Ah yes! I remember now, I have some clothes for you, one second,” Rarity said before disappearing back through the door she came out of, but not before ruffling Spike's hair as she passed. Spike looked like he just got a gift from God.
Rarity came out a minute later with two slim white boxes.
“Here you are darling, I’m positive I got the sizes correct,” Rarity said as she handed you one box. “I made a weeks worth of pants and shorts in this box, and a weeks worth of shirts in this one.”
“Thanks, how much do I owe you?” you ask.
“Oh no no no! I couldn't possibly take payment. Just tell your friends, and that will be payment enough,” Rarity said with a smile.
“Yeah, sure I could do that,” you say with a smile. Spike, Twilight, and yourself were about to leave when Rarity called out for Twilight.
“Could I possibly borrow Spike?” Rarity asked. “I have to get some gems for this dress I’m making, and I don't want to get my hands dirty.”
“I don't mind,” Twilight said. “Spike?”
“Definitely!” Spike said excitedly.
“Alright, just be back before dinner, and no ice cream! You're still on that diet,” Twilight said as the two of you left. “So have you been making any new friends?” she asked when you started to walk back to Sugarcube Corner.
“I think so, I've hung out with Vinyl and had dinner with Derpy and her family last night,” you say.
“They are easy to get along with,” Twilight commented as she looked at the stalls that were in the market square.
“Can I ask a question, Twilight?” you asked, determined to ask a question that has been bugging you ever since you came here.
“Sure, what is it?”
“What's with the male to female ratio?”
“What do you mean?” Twilight asked tilting her head to the side.
“Well it's just I've seen about six mares to one stallion,” you say, looking at a group of ponies.
“I'm not sure, it's always been that way. Is that not the way it is on your world?”
“No, the ratio is about even.”
“Huh.”
“Hmm.”
The two of you walk back to Sugarcube Corner in silence. At the front doors you thank Twilight for taking you and the two of you depart. You make your way up to the room you shared with Pinkie and dropped off your clothes before returning to work downstairs.
~~~~~~~~
The rest of the day went by without any incidents or interruptions, and before you knew it you were climbing back into bed, now wearing red checkered pajama pants and a white tank top for pajamas, and back to dreaming a wonderful dream.
The rest of the week went by much like this, you waking up, working, taking your lunch break with either Derpy at the park, Vinyl at Sugarcube Corner, or with Twilight at the library, which had some very good fiction books, and you got hooked with the Daring Do series, then back to work, then some relaxation time when Sugarcube Corner closed, bed, then repeat. It was Friday, and it was raining hard. You were sitting at a table with Vinyl, Lyra, Octavia, and Pinkie, playing Go fish. Mr. Cake was at the cash register, reading a book, and Mrs. Cake was upstairs with the twins. Normally you would be working, but nobody would go out in the weather, save those who had to.
“Do you have any two's, Lyra?” you ask, looking at your cards.
“Go fish.” You take a card from the pile in the middle. You got an ace.
“Pinkie, do you have any one's?” Lyra asked.
“Yuppers, here ya go!” Pinkie said with a smile as she handed Lyra her card.
“Alright,” Lyra said placing both cards in her discard pile. “Vinyl, do you have any queens?”
“Nope, go fish.”
“Lyra! Do you have any threes?” Pinkie asked. Lyra handed her a card. “Yay! Ok, Octavia. Do you have a king?”
“Hmm,” Octavia said filing though her massive amount of cards in her hand. “Go fish.”
“Darn,” Pinkie said while taking a card from the middle.
“Got any five's, Octy?” Vinyl asked.
“Go fish.”
“Damn,” Vinyl muttered under her breath, she was two cards away from winning. “Ow! Octy, why did you kick me?”
“Language, Vinyl,” Octavia said while sipping her tea. Vinyl rolled her eyes and took a swig of her soda.
Octavia was about to take her turn when the front door opened and Twilight walked in. Despite her umbrella she was drenched. She shook out her umbrella and put it in the umbrella stand by the door.
“Hi Twilight!” Pinkie said with a wave.
“Hi Pinkie,” Twilight said taking off her jacket and hanging it up on the stand, next to the others. “Hello, everybody else.” she walked over and sat at your table next to you.
“Want in on the next game?” you ask.
“Nah, I’m good. Though I do need to tell you something.”
“Yes?”
“Princess Celestia has sent me a letter and she told me to tell you that you are needed in Canterlot. She didn't say if she has found a spell or not, sorry,” Twilight said when she saw the look on your face.
“Oh, well alright. When?” you ask.
“Tomorrow around noon, Fluttershy, Applejack, Rainbow, Rarity, Pinkie and I will go with you there.”
“Alright,” you say and the game is resumed, even though you are a million miles away in your thoughts as you turn over all the possibilities of why you are needed.
> Chapter 13
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

	Bubbles
An anthropomorphic MLP fan fiction
You slowly woke up from your dreamless sleep and let out a big yawn as you sat up. You slowly look around the room and find it the same as when you went to sleep, however Pinkie wasn't in sight. She usually woke you up, so waking up on your own was a little surprising, but you figured you just woke up early, you did go to bed early last night, after all. With another yawn and a stretch you stood up and started to make your way downstairs in your pajamas; white tank top and red plaid sleep pants. Like always there is no light save what is coming in from the windows and the kitchen. You head to the kitchen expecting to find Pinkie and Mrs. Cake like always, but today you only find Mrs. Cake. She was sitting at the table with a mug of tea in front of her, she didn't acknowledge your presence.

You make your way to the coffee machine and pour yourself a nice big cup of coffee and sit across from Mrs. Cake at the table, adding in the usual sugar and cream.

“Morning, Mrs. Cake,” you greet before taking a sip of your coffee. Mrs. Cake smiles at you tiredly.

“Good morning, dear. How did you sleep?” Mrs. Cake asked taking a sip of her tea.

“Pretty good, how about yourself?”

“The baby's woke me up a few times but not bad overall.”

“Mmmhmm,” say taking a sip of your coffee. “Where's Pinkie at?”

“The library, she said something about Twilight needing her help with something,” Mrs. Cake said through a big yawn.

“Ah,” you say. Silence falls between you two and the only sound that could be heard was the sipping of 
coffee and the thunk of the mugs getting set on the table. On your second cup of coffee Mr. Cake came in and sat next to his wife. You quickly drain your coffee and excuse yourself to Pinkie and your room to collect some cloths for today. There were still clouds in the air and it looked chilly so you grabbed a blue long sleeve shirt and your worn out jean pants, some 
boxers that you picked up in one of the shops, and a towel and made your way to the bathroom.

In the shower you couldn't help but think of what Princess Celestia wants with you. Hopefully she found you a way home, but you're not sure. You try to dispel those thoughts from your head so you can concentrate on getting clean, but you find yourself thinking about something else that has been bothering you for a while now.

You stare at your tail, which was slowly swinging back and forth. Like it always does. You have seen Pinkie use her tail to get things that were behind her while she was mixing cake batter before so she wouldn't have to turn around, and you pretty jealous. Though you didn't let it show on your face. You had asked Pinkie how she does it but she just shrugs and says “I just do”. But she did give you tips so you could try on your free time, which you were doing now.

“Come on... move dammit!” you hiss at your tail. You squinted your eyes and glare at it with all your worth, but it doesn't seem to do anything. Until...

Twitch.

“Yes!” you yell throwing your arms up, forgetting that you were in a shower. You victory was short lived as you felt yourself falling back and you breath catching in your throat. “Shit!”

Bang!

…

“Owww,” you say holding the back of your head wincing at the pain. “Good job, dumbass.”

Knock knock knock

“Are you ok?” you hear Mr. Cake call.

“Yeah, I just fell,” you call back before pulling yourself up and finishing your shower.

Stepping out of the bathroom you toss you clothes into the clothes hamper that was in the hallway and made your way upstairs. Sugarcube Corner opened up in a few hours and you wanted to catch up on your reading.

~~~

Noon came around faster than you had expected and before long you found yourself on a train to Canterlot to meet with the princesses.

You had your headphones on, playing fantasy trance techno, as you watched the land go by out the window. You were sitting next to Twilight, who was reading a book, Rainbow was sleeping next to Applejack, who was talking with Pinkie, and Rarity and Fluttershy were talking to each other.

As you look out the window you feel your eyes get heavy and soon you found yourself in a dreamless sleep.

~~~

Your nap ended pretty quickly when you felt yourself getting nudged in the ribs. You jerk awake to find Twilight looking at you. You pull your headphones to your neck and pause the music.

“Sorry to wake you, but we're here,” Twilight said.

You quickly rub your eyes and look out your window. What you saw made you gasp quietly. Before you is a beautiful city. Tall buildings stretched to the sky, and many Pegasi were flying in the sky. Colorful plants lined the sidewalks, and the whole place had a clean feel to it.

You followed the others off the train and there you were greeted by two guards ponies.

“Mrs. Sparkle, we are to guide you to the castle, where Princess Celestia awaits you,” one of the guards said in a gruff voice, taking a step forwards.

Twilight nodded her head and the guards started to walk and the rest of you followed. You were looking at the buildings, trying to take everything in, so you didn't notice when Twilight fell back and started to walk next to you.

“How do you like the city?” she asked with a smile on her face.

“It's beautiful.”

“You should see it at night, it's breath taking.”

“Yeah, though some of the ponies here seem really full of themselves,” you say as you passed a mare in a big bouncy dress with her nose turned to the sky.

“Yeah, a lot are. But I assure you that not all ponies from Canterlot are stuck up.”

“I'll believe it when I see it,” you absentmindedly say.

“You know, I’m from here,” Twilight deadpanned.

“Oh,” you feel your ears lay flat on your head. It was a weird feel, to say the least, but you couldn't think about that right now. 

“Er, sorry.”

“It's fine.” Twilight seemed to forgive you for now so you tried to change the subject before she decides it's not fine.

“So how was your child- er, foalhood?” you ask yourself, trying to see if it sounded right.

“It was alright,” Twilight said, seeming to cheer up some. “I didn't have too many friends, I always had my nose in a book.”

“Uh huh.”

“Then I got chosen for Princess Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns. I couldn't make any friends there because I had to study so I could be the best I could be. I wasn't always lonely though, I had Spike. I hatched him for my entrance exam, and I got to raise him.”

“They let you take care of a baby alone?”

“Oh no! The nurses and staff help me, along with my parents and of course the Princess.”

“Ah, I bet it was hard work, huh?”

“Sometimes, but I managed.”

“Yeah.”

“We're here!”

You looked up and saw the most beautiful castle you have ever seen.... though the castles you have seen in pictures have been abandoned and were never well kept so there wasn't much competition. The castle doors slowly swung open and you saw many guards ponies watching your every movement as you walked through the castle foyer. You were guided though a set of big wooden doors to what had to be the throne room as there were two thrones in the room. On each throne sat a being, one was Princess Celestia, dressed in similar clothing as when you met her for the first time, and another Alicorn, who looked like Celestia, only smaller. You feel as though you've met her somewhere, but you can't pin point where, exactly. You can see a small blush and her eyes widen a little when she spots you, making you confused but you shrug it off.
You and the others quickly bow to the two of them.

“Rise, my little ponies, there are no need for such formalities,” Celestia said rising from her throne and walking towards you.

“Princess!” Twilight exclaimed as she rushed forwards and hugged the princess. The princess returned the hug before addressing the rest of the crowd.

“As I am sure you are wondering why I wanted you all here, I think we should talk in my study,” Celestia said. She beckoned a hand as she started to walk to a door off the side of the room. She turned to the other Alicorn, who was still looking at you, though her blush was gone now. “Luna, I believe you had work that you desperately needed to get back to?”

“Oh yes! I almost forgot, sister, thank you for reminding me,” Luna said before her horn glowed midnight blue for a second and she vanished. The rest of you continued on your way to Celestia's study.

“What is Luna working on?” Twilight asked Celestia.

“She is trying to figure out how the toaster works,” Celestia said with a smile playing on her lips.

“Oh,” Twilight said before striking causal conversation with Celestia. You tuned them out and went to trying to memorize the path you were taking. You lost yourself on the fifth turn. The hallways reminded you of The Mansion in Resident Evil 1. You just hope there aren't any zombies. Well you were with a princess who rose the sun everyday, so you were probably safe. But still.

“Here we are,” Celestia said, snapping you out of your thoughts. Celestia opened a wooden door and everyone filed in. Inside was big wooden desk, papers and such littered the desk in an unorganized fashion and a big comfy looking swivel chair sat behind the desk, which Celestia sat in. The walls were lined with bookshelves and each bookshelf had plenty, if not too many, of books on them.

Celestia's horn glowed gold for a moment and in the room there were now seven comfy looking chairs. Celestia gestured for you to sit and you each did. 

Hot damn! These are some comfy chairs, like a bean bag filled with the fluffiest feathers!

“I am sure you are wondering why I called you here today,” Celestia said, she turned to you. “Especially you.” you only nod in response. “Well I have some good news and some bad.”

Celestia stood up and walked to a bookshelf and looked at the spines of the books. You weren't sure what she was looking for as the spines didn't have anything written on them. She apparently found the one she was looking for she pulled it off the shelf. It was very big and very blue. She walked back to the desk and sat down once more, she flipped through the pages until she found the page she was looking for and slid the book towards you. Curious you looked at the page. There was a spell that was titled “Dimension traveling. Warning, not complete.”.

“That is the spell that will send you home, however, as you can see it is incomplete. This makes it a little hard to preform this spell.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” you say looking though the pages of the spell; it was about ten pages altogether.

“However, I will personally, along with many researchers work on this spell to make sure it gets complete.”

“Really?” you ask. Celestia must have heard the disbelief in your voice.

“Is something wrong?” she asked.

“No, no. It's just, why are you doing this for me?” you ask, sliding the book to Twilight; you knew she wanted to look at it.

“I believe you are lost. I am just merely trying to help you back onto your path,” Celestia said with a motherly smile.

“Huh, well then I suppose I should thank you, but I don't know what I could do to show how much this means to me.”

“There is no need to do anything, just allow me to help,” Celestia said with her motherly smile that made you just want to trust her and made it as though everything was ok in the world.

“Princess,” Twilight said, getting Celestia's attention.

“Yes, Twilight?”

“This spell, even though there is a bunch already done, finishing this spell will take a lot of time.”

“Yes, that is another thing I wanted to speak with you about; finishing this spell will take months, maybe even years. This is where the rest of you come into play. I need you to teach him, teach him how to be a pony as it will serve him well in his stay here,” Celestia said, gesturing towards you.

“We could do that,” Rainbow said.

“Sure!” Pinkie exclaimed.

“Most defiantly,” Rarity said with a smile.

“It'll be easy,” Applejack claimed.

“Y-yes,” Fluttershy squeaked.

“You can count on us, Princess,” Twilight said confidently.

“I have faith in you,” Celestia said before standing up. “I think it is time to show you to your rooms.”
The door swung open and two guards were reviled.

“These two will show you to your rooms, I have some things I have to do, so I’ll see you all at dinner tonight.”

“Wait!” you say before you leave, “What about the bad news?”

“I think that can wait for this evening.”

With that being said the guards turned around and headed down the hallway, the seven of you followed behind.
> Chapter 14
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

	Bubbles
An anthropomorphic MLP fan fiction

“Wow,” you said when you stepped into your room.

Your room was huge. It was about the same size as your old apartment and a hundred times as fancy. There was a massive bed in the corner with an end table on each side of it, a big couch in the middle of the room and a TV on the wall with a game system hooked up.

You immediately made your way to your bed and flopped onto it, and you swore you were in Heaven. You probably would have fallen asleep if the others weren't waiting for you. So with a groan you get off your bed and walk back to the others.

“It's amazing,” you say.

“Well, our rooms and right down the hall if you need us for anything. I’ll come get you when it's time for dinner. Other than that you can go anywhere in the castle you want,” Twilight said. You nod your head and they leave, shutting your door behind them. You kick off your shoes and fall onto the bed once again. This time content on going to sleep. You toss your headphones onto the end table and rested your head on the softest pillow you have ever felt.

~~~

Bang Bang Bang!

“Huh?” you sleepily ask, jerking awake.

“Yo! You in there?” you heard from your door. You panic slightly and start to flail around dangerously close to the edge of the bed, until...

Thud!

...

“Aww, dammit,” you groan to yourself, slowly picking yourself up.

You stumble drunkenly to the door and wrench it open to find Rainbow standing there. She started to snicker when she saw you.

“Dude, nice bedmane,” she said with a snicker. You rub your eyes, trying to wake up some more.

“Did you need me for something, Skittles?”

“Yeah, dinner has been called. I have to escort you. Twilight would have done it but she got caught up with reading in the library and asked me to do it.”

“Oh, right,” you say before backing into your room. Rainbow follows and sits on the couch. Meanwhile you hunt down your shoes and slip them on.

“Ready?”

“Yeah let's go.”

~~~

“How can you not get lost in this place?”

“I'm just saying, you've been here how many times?” you ask, walking through a hall that neither you or Rainbow recognize. 
She got you lost about ten minutes ago. “I think I remember seeing that same plant five minutes ago.”

“Oh shut up,” Rainbow said growling in annoyance.

“Why don't you just ask for directions from one of the guards?”

“Because I don't need directions!”

“Geez you're just about as stubborn as a man with directions.”

“Well I don't see you trying to help any!”

“I've tried to ask for directions, but you keep insisting you don't need them!”

“I don't!”

“Whatever, I'm asking for directions,” you say as you pass another guard.

I turns out that you were in the completely wrong wing. Another five minutes later.

“And then- finally! Where have you guys been?” Twilight asked when you walked through the big doors.

“Ask Skittles,” you say with a grumble, taking a seat next to Twilight. Rainbow just rolls her eyes.

“Well you are here now. That's all that matters,” Celestia said in her motherly voice. Just then doors on either side of the room flew open and out came ponies in waiter outfits, carrying platters of food. They deposited the food on the table and left. The whole process lasted for a total of about ten seconds.

“Dig in,” Celestia said. With that being said, everybody started to take food and eat.
It was all very delicious. Talk had resumed but you were too engorged in your food to truly pay attention. Dinner had lasted an hour and ended with desert and small talk.

“So have you made any progress with your project, Luna?” Twilight asked her, taking a spoonful of her ice cream.

“Yes!”

“Really?” Celestia asked.

“Er, no not really,” Luna said, putting her head down.

“I'm sure you'll get it, Princess,” you say.

“Yes, it is only a matter of time,” Luna said, putting her fist in her hand.

You finished up your pie that you had and let out a big yawn. You checked the time on your phone; 8:03. Damn, was here longer than I thought.

Slowly the others finished up also, even Pinkie, who ordered the whole desert menu. The girl ate fast. Though you were perplexed as to how she ate her ice cream so fast and had not gotten a brain freeze. You just chocked it up as Pinkie Pie being Pinkie Pie. But once she and the others finished you all departed to do your own things. Twilight went to the library, Rainbow Dash and Applejack went to bed, Rarity and Fluttershy went to the gardens, and Pinkie Pie went somewhere. You went to your room and grabbed your headphones, planning on walking through the castle to think.

~~~

You found yourself wandering around near the library. You contemplated getting a book or talking to Twilight but you decided against it, instead just wondering around in the light of the moon. You pass a balcony with it's door open and you decide to step out.

It was a beautiful sight. The lights of Canterlot were glimmering around, but the real beauty was in the sky.
“Such a beautiful night,” you say, craning your neck towards the sky. Even with the lights from Canterlot, the night sky wasn't all that blocked out.

“Isn't it?”

You spin quickly to where the voice came from and saw Princess Celestia sitting on a chair behind you.

“Oh, uh, sorry Princess, I didn't see you there.”

“It's quite alright, would you like to sit?” she asked, pointing to a chair beside her.

“Sure,” you say and sit down next to her.

Neither of you talk for a while, the two of you just content on enjoying the beauty of the night sky. Celestia breaks the silence first.

“Luna has really outdone herself with this night,” she said, taking a deep breath.

“Yeah,” you say dumbly. You two sat in silence for a few more minutes until you remembered something. “Princess?” you ask, getting her attention.

“Hmm?” she hummed, turning her head towards you.

“You said that you had some bad news that we were going to to discus?”

“Oh, yes,” she said, clearing her throat and sitting up a little straighter. “It is the matter of your staying for maybe a year or more. Not the staying itself, I am quite happy to have you here. It is, however, hard to get a proper job and pay for rent without being a legal citizen.”

“Oh, right.”

“We can make you a proper citizen, but it will take longer that what a normal pony would have to go through, on account of you being from a different world.”

“Right.”

“Though I can make you a temporary citizen. This lets you get a job and you are able to rent property, though you would not be able to purchase property.”

“That's alright, how long will that take?” you ask, looking at the sky again.

“You only need to sign some papers tomorrow and that will be that,” Celestia said, also looking up at the night sky.

“Oh.”

“Yes.”

A breeze started to blow through and Celestia let out a shiver.

“Well, I hate to cut this short but I’m getting a little cold and I think it's time for me to retire for bed,” she said standing up.

“Good night, Princess,” you said, bowing your head. She returned the gesture and left. You stayed for a few minutes until you also got cold. You check your phone again for the time; 10:45. You rose from your chair and went inside. You closed the door to the balcony and set off to your room. At least you would have if you knew where you were. You didn't even see any guards to ask directions. With a sigh you continued down the hallway.

~~~

You've been walking for a while now and you still have not seen any guards or anybody else to ask directions. You were walking past a door when it opened and something came flying out of it. It passed just in front of you and you jump back, your foot caught a loose piece of carpet and you were sent to the ground.

“Ow,” you say, rubbing your butt. You look at the object that had been thrown in front of you and you were surprised to find it being a toaster. “Dafaq?”

“Infernal contraption,” you hear from the room. With your curiosity piqued, you stand up and look inside the room.
It looked like a science lab. Tabletops with beakers of unknown substances, stools, notebooks, etc. Standing in the middle of the room was Princess Luna, her arms crossed and in a white lab coat. She didn't see you with her back mostly turned to you, so you picked up the toaster and knocked on the open door.

“Um, Princess?” you ask a little hesitant. She turns to you with a face of light surprise on her face. You hold up the toaster and say, “I think you dropped this?”

“Oh, yes,” Luna said, her horn glowing a dark blue and soon the toaster it self started to glow a dark blue. In a moment it was floating through the air and landed on Lunas hands. She turned to a table and threw it on it, clearly mad at it. You would have left, but your curiosity was still quite piqued.

“So, whatcha' working on?” you ask, thinking you might be of assistance.

“Nothing important,” Luna said, running her hands over her face. “I have been trying to understand some of the newer technologies of today. Things have been difficult to understand since my return. I’ve managed to figure out how a lot of things work, but this toaster keeps confusing me,” Luna explained, glaring at the toaster.

“Well, do you need any help?” you ask with a shrug.

“I suppose it couldn't hurt.”

“Great!” you say, walking to the toaster.

You pick up a screw driver and put the toaster on it's side. You start to unscrew the screws holding it together. With the side off, you start to take out the components, Luna hovering over your shoulder, keeping a close eye on the parts you extracted. Soon you have all of it dismantled and turned to Luna.

“Alright, so,” you begin, “from what I can tell, the electricity runs through this cord to these pieces, which heats the metal coils, thus toasting your bread,” you say, pointing to the various pieces.

“Is it really that simple?” Luna asked, picking up and inspecting random pieces.

“More or less.”

“I feel rather stupid that it was that easy I had so much trouble, but, alas my research of the toast is complete, and if I didn't have your help, I believe this would have taken much longer. I thank you,” Luna said, sticking out her hand and you take it.

“It was fun,” you say, “I'm pretty tired so I'll be off to bed.”

“Alright, have a good night.”

“You too.”

You turn to leave and just as you leave you remember that you have no idea where you are. You quickly stick your head back in the room.

“Um, could you point me in the right direction?” you ask, smiling sheepishly.

~~~

You let out a loud yawn and stretch out your arms as you look out the train window. That morning you signed papers and are now a temporary citizen. It felt good. Sorta like you finally belonged. Though now you had another problem on your hands. You needed a job. 
> Chapter 15
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

	Bubbles
An anthropomorphic MLP fan fiction

Florist?

You kill everything you touch.

Waiter?

Bad at remembering people's orders.

Music assistant?

The only thing you know about music is how to listen to it.

Chef?

The most gourmet thing you can make is ramen noodles from scratch.

Mailman?

Can't memorize routes.

Mover?

Not very strong.

You let out a big sigh as you let your head hit the table you were at, careful not to hit your soda.

“What's wrong?” Derpy asked. You sit up and rub your forehead and let out another sigh.

“It's hard as hell to find a job in this town,” you say crumpling up the newspaper in front of you. You got back from Canterlot two days ago and you've been trying to find a job ever since. Being a temporary busboy won't get you very far, and you would need a better job.

“Ah, well I think Zecora is looking for an assistant, you could ask her.”

“Nah, I don't know too much about potions and I’m not exactly the most fit,” you say, taking a drink of your soda, taking in your surroundings.

You were sitting at a small table in the middle of an outside restaurant, waiting for Vinyl, who was late to the lunch you all had rearranged. A waiter had come by twice but you both refused to order without Vinyl, so you only ordered drinks. You had a Dr. Pony and Derpy had a Mountain Do.

“Hmm,” Derpy hummed into her drink. She scanned the street looking for Vinyl. She quickly put down her drink and stood up. 

“Vinyl! Over here!” she yelled out, waving her arm to catch Vinyl's attention. A few patrons looked at Derpy with a questionable look but didn't pay her any mind.

A few seconds a slightly sweaty DJ dropped in the remaining chair around your table.

“Sorry about that...” she said, panting and taking off her glasses to wipe the lens, “...Octy had me pick up a few things that she just had to have,” she rolled her eyes and put her shades on again.

“It's whatever,” you say, waving over a waiter. The waiter came quickly with a notepad at the ready.

“Are you ready to order?”

“Yes, can I get the Tomato soup and Grilled cheese sandwich?” you ask.

“Can you make that two?” Derpy asked.

“May as well make that three, and a Mountain Do,” Vinyl added.

“Certainly,” the waiter said before turning to the kitchens.

“So what did I miss?” Vinyl asks, scratching her nose.

“Not much, just some complaining,” Derpy says with a smirk towards you.

“You know, I find it a completely necessary complaint,” you say with a shrug.

“Uh huh, keep telling yourself that,” Derpy said, taking a drink of her drink.

“I will.”

“What complaint?” Vinyl asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Me trying to find a job.”

“Oh... You're right, that is something to complain about.”

“See?” Derpy just rolled her eyes.

“Need some help?” Vinyl asked.

“Sure, whatchu got?”

“Well, what is your special talent?”

“Um, I don't know, fixing electronics I suppose,” you say, scratching your cheek.

“Really? Well there you go!” Vinyl exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air.

You only raise an eyebrow.

“Haven't you seen my ad?” you only shake your head. Vinyl sighs loudly and grabs the crumpled up newspaper and smooths it out. She flips through the pages until she gets to the page she was looking for. “See? My ad.”
You look closely to where her finger was pointing and found an extremely small ad. You had to squint to even make out the title.

“Could you have made it any smaller?” you ask, pulling back.

“Hey! That only cost me one bit for the whole month!”

“Whatever, what does it say anyway, I can't read it.”

“It's announcing a new add onto my store: an appliance repair station! The only problem is I can't find anypony who is qualified for it and it's a little boring to me,” Vinyl said with a big sigh. The waiter returned with the food and drink. Vinyl immediately dropped her Grilled Cheese sandwich into her soup and started to poke at it with her spoon, her tongue sticking out of the side of her mouth.

“Alright, do I need to set up an interview with you?” you ask, taking a bite out of your sandwich. Vinyl momentarily abandoned her soup and sandwich.

“Why not now?”

“Well, alright.”

“Ok! First question: Do you like waffles?”

“Yeah, I like waffles.”

“Do you like pancakes?”

“Yeah, I like pancakes.

“Do you like Prench toast?

“Yeah, I like Prench toast.”

“Do-do-do-do, can't wait to get a mouthful!” you both shout simultaneously with goofy grins on your face. Derpy just looks at the two of you like you lost your minds.

“You're hired!”

“Really? That easy?”

“That easy,” Vinyl said going back to her soup. “Just show up tomorrow at 9 and I’ll show you to your stations and what not.”

“Alright, cool.”

“Hehe, I'm going to work you so hard,” Vinyl giggled to herself.

“Why do I suspect that it was a bad choice to agree to work for Vinyl Scratch?” you ask Derpy who had a small smile on her face. She shrugged her shoulders and went back to dipping her sandwich in her soup.

~~~

“About time you're here,” Vinyl said as you walked through the door. She was putting stuff on the shelves.

“Yup, so what first?”

“First, we need to get you a uniform,” she stood up and stretched her back. “Follow me.”

You followed her to the back rooms and she led you to a room in the very back. It was a small room and it had three lockers on one wall and a pile of electric blue vests in a box.

“Take one of those two lockers,” Vinyl pointed to the last two lockers then pointed to the box of vests, “and take a vest. Meet me back in the store when you're done.” With that Vinyl left.

You chose the locker on the far end and picked up a vest. It felt very soft and light, upon closer inspection you can see three diamonds on the inside of the collar. You slipped it on and buttoned it up to you chest level. You didn't need to put anything in your locker so you went back into the main store area. You found Vinyl fiddling with the cash register.

“I'm done Vinyl,” you say, getting her attention.

“Alright good, now I need you to familiarize yourself with the store so you can point ponies in the right direction when they need it, alright?”

“Alright.”

~~~

It wasn't a big store so it didn't take more than half an hour to figure out where everything was. You walked back to Vinyl's office where she was playing music and sipping a big cup of coffee, she feet on her desk.

“Hey Vinyl, I’m done,” you say. You had to raise your voice to be heard over the music. Vinyl turned it down.

“Alright, come with me,” she said heading back to the main store. She led you to the cash register. “Do you know how to work one of these?”

“Yeah.”

“Good, now I like this store to have some good music going, so over here,” she scooted over to the speaker that had a laptop behind it, “is where I’m trusting you to play some decent music. Play some music from your MP3 Player, I loaded the songs onto my laptop so just go to the music and play something. Got it?”

“Yeah I got it.”

“Good, now I’m going to go back to my office to do boss stuff.”

“Sleep?”

“Like I said, boss stuff. Now if anypony comes to get something repaired, I have a bunch of manuals in one of the back rooms with the tools needed to fix them. I don't have a proper station set up so you're going to have to do it on this counter. Okay?”

“Yeah I got it, now how much do I charge?”

“Here, use this to help you,” Vinyl said as she reached under the counter and pulled out a laminated paper. It had a list of prices on it. “Any more questions?”

“Nah, I’m good.”

“Alright, don't buck up,” Vinyl said as she disappeared behind the curtain.

You took a deep breath and walked over to the laptop. You navigated through her music and found a folder that was labeled “Alien Music”. You opened it and found that she really did copy all of your songs. You scrolled through the albums and selected Eiffel 65 Europop album and let it play.

~~~

You were sitting at the counter, playing a game on your phone, when Vinyl came out. She let out a big yawn and stretched her arms above her head.

“So, how's business?” Vinyl asked, rubbing her eyes.

“Uh, it's not that bad I suppose. Someone came in needing a laptop screen replaced, that was the highlight of my day so far,” you say, scratching your chin.

“Huh, wanna get some lunch?” Vinyl asked, looking at her watch.

“Sure I was getting hungry anyways,” you say. You turn off your game and slip your phone back in your pocket. “Where are we going?” you asked as the two of you stepped outside.

“Eh, we gotta get Lyra, I promised to hang out with her for lunch. I was planning on letting her decide.”

“Alright, let's go.”

The two of you walk down the street and turn onto another, then another. A few minutes of walking later and the two of you came upon a brightly colored store. The two of you walked in and you noticed all of the candies that lined the walls in jars, bowls, bags, and what not. You could pretty much deduce that you were in a candy store.

“Yo Lyra!” Vinyl yelled from your side. A few seconds later and said mare came from a backroom wearing a ridiculous looking apron. It was bright yellow with purple frills on it. Both Vinyl and yourself snickered at the site of it.

“Shut up! Bon Bon's making me wear this stupid thing,” Lyra huffed with a light red to her cheeks as she crossed her arms.

“Sorry, sorry,” Vinyl said giggling a little, “you ready for lunch?”

“Yeah, let me just tell Bon Bon and get this damn thing off,” Lyra said, turning back to the door she came from. A few minutes later and Lyra reappeared. “Lets go.” 

“Wait Lyra!” you heard a somewhat familiar voice yell. You turn to the door that Lyra came from and saw Bon Bon in the same ridiculous apron that Lyra was wearing.

“Yeah Bon Bon?” Lyra asked. Bon Bon tossed Lyra a bad of bits.

“I need a couple of bags of sugar, we're almost out.”

“Sure thing, anything else?”

“Nah, I’m good. It's good to see you again,” she said to you. You nod you head to her and smile.

The three of you left and started to walk down the street. Lyra and Vinyl started to talk to each other so you put on your headphones and played some music, you also started to observe the weather, because you had nothing else to do.
It was sunny, with a few clouds in the air. It was nice and cool, but when ever there was a breeze you couldn't help but feel cold. You guessed it was turning to fall. Though it was just the start of summer on your world, so you guessed that the time zones were different. Twilight would probably want to know. Another thing about this world is that it had a sort of calm to it. Something that just made you feel as though you were in a perfect world. Something that made you not entirely want to go back home. Of course you knew you had to go back home. You had people counting on you for things. You think. You're pretty sure you had people that needed you for something, but whenever you try to think of what that could be, you find yourself drawing a blank. You just shrug it off. You needed to get home. That was that. You don't belong here.
> Chapter 16
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

							Bubbles
An anthropomorphic MLP fan fiction

You let out a big yawn as you walked down the sidewalk of Derpy's neighborhood, listening to Linkin Park as you walked. It was an early, Sunday morning, normally you would have work, but Vinyl had to take the weekend for a string of gigs in Manehatten. So you had the weekend off. You called Derpy and the two of you agreed to hang out today. This is where you were headed with a paper bag of muffins in hand from Sugarcube Corner that had gone stale.

You made it to Derpy's house and turned off your music and rang the door bell. A few seconds passed and a big muscled mass of a stallion in a pink bathrobe answered the door. You met Derpy's father, Crunch, a few weeks ago and he scared you. He glared at you like he does with every male who looks at one of his girls, or so Paint says, but Paint came to your rescue.

“Oh hey, come on in!” she said merrily. “Stop scaring the poor boy,” she said patting Crunch on one of his massive arms. Crunch stepped aside and let you pass, though he never stopped staring at you. “Derpy! Your coltfriend is here!” Paint yelled up the stairs. She always teased you and Derpy about being marefriend and coltfriend. Every time she said it, it scared the shit out of you. Not because you didn't want to date Derpy or anything, but because she decided to only say it around Crunch. Said stallion cracked his neck as his glare doubled, making you start to sweat. 

Please hurry up Derpy!

Just then Derpy came running down the stairs. She had a newspaper under her arm and she didn't look like her normal happy self. She looked kinda irritated, sad, and it looked like she didn't get a good nights sleep last night. She sat down on the couch and pulled her shoes on, then a light red sweater with a muffin over the heart. You yourself wore a sweater, grayish blue with black bands around the arms.

“Bye daddy,” Derpy said, standing on her tip toes to kiss Crunch on the cheek. “I'll be back by noon. Let's go.” 

You followed her out. Now you knew something was wrong as she usually liked to stay for a few minutes and watch you squirm under Crunch's gaze. With the newspaper still under her arm she took off down the sidewalk with her head down. It had gotten colder over the past few days and you could almost see your breath.

You decided to let Derpy talk when she was ready and you let your mind wander, though not too far in case she started to talk. She started to grumble under her breath and you started to get slightly worried. You looked up in time to grab her sleeve and pull her towards you so she wouldn't run head first into a light pole.

“Wah? Oh, sorry,” Derpy said looking a little embarrassed.

“What's up Derpy? You seem out of it,” you say as you started to walk again. Derpy let out a big sigh and handed you her newspaper. You look at the page it was folded to; it looked like the for sale/ rent page and she had a few ads circled. You read one:


	One Bedroom
Kitchen
One bath
Living room
Office room
1000 bits per month


You looked at another and saw that it said pretty much the same thing, as did the others she circled.

“Can't afford these housing options?” you guess. Derpy nodded. She pointed to a bench and the two of you sat down.
“I'm trying to prove to my parents that I’m adult enough to be able to get my own place. The only problem is I can't afford any of the housing on a mail mare’s salary. At least not mine,” Derpy said, putting her head in her hands. “I don't want to ask them for money because I want them to see I can do this, you know?”

“Well, have you though about getting a roommate?”

“Yeah, but all of my friends either have a home already or are about to.”

“Hmm,” you hum, still looking at the newspaper. Something clicks in your head. “What about me?”

Derpy looks up at you with an eyebrow raised.

“The Cakes have put up with me for far too long, I’ve done this before on my world, my salary couldn't cover all of the rent, but together I bet that we could do it. If you want of course.” Derpy just looks at you for a few seconds.

“…”

“YES!” she yelled as she grabbed you in a big hug. You swore you heard one of your ribs crack. “Oh thank you thank you thank you thank you!”

“Derpy!” you gasped, “I need air!”

~~~

That was a few weeks ago. You found yourself thinking back to the moment as you hauled the last of Derpy's boxes from the moving wagon to your new apartment. It was a nice and cozy thing. It was located near the market area so you both were somewhat close to your jobs. It had two rooms, one bath, kitchen, living room and a hall closet. It wasn't the best, but it was nice.

You set down the boxes you were carrying down on the floor, next to the very worn couch. You plopped down next to Derpy who was resting on it.

“Moving is hard,” she complained, then took a sip of her soda.

“I did the most.”

“Yeah, but I supervised the most. It's hard work.”

You roll your eyes and made your way to the small fridge to get a soda. Her parents had taken the news rather well; Paint increased her teasing and Crunch didn't kill you... yet. Dinky however wasn't so understanding. She was very sad to see her sister leave, even if it was just halfway across town. Though she cheered right up when she heard that she would get Derpy's old room, which was twice the size of her room. You had spent the past weeks finding and buying stuff for your new apartment.

Derpy stood up and stretched. “I suppose I should get the rest of this stuff to my room,” Derpy said before taking a box in her arms and walking back to her room. Your rooms were just across from the hall from each other. They were about the same size, Derpy's a little bit bigger, but with your amount of possessions it looked like your room was a lot bigger.
You sat down in front of the modest sized TV and dragged a box close to you. Inside it had a some-what good stereo system and a DVD/VHS player. Vinyl sold it to you for cheap as a house warming gift, even though it was an apartment. You personally just think she wanted to get rid of it. It didn't take long to hook it up, and Derpy was finished with her room when you got done.

“So that's the amazing stereo system?” she asked as you started to put things back.

“Yup,” you say.

The two of you moved to the couch and fell down on it at the same time, making the old couch creak. You grabbed the remote to the TV and turned it on, content on watching TV. However, the only thing that would turn on was static. You and Derpy both facepalmed at the same time and slowly turned to look at each other.

“We forgot to order satellite TV,” you both say at the same time. You both let out a big sigh and hung your heads.

“Wanna just get a couple movies at the movie store?” you ask after a few seconds of silence. Derpy thought about it for a few seconds before nodding her head. You both stood and grabbed your sweaters and headed out into the town. The sun was started to set and there weren't many ponies out and about at this time of day. You both started to walk to the movie store but your stomach started to growl loudly before you could make two steps. Derpy giggles rather cutely before heading into the opposite direction of the movie store.

“Let's get dinner!” she said. You shrugged and followed. You both decided on a fast meal of ordering a couple daisy sandwiches and eating them in the park. It was rather cold but the park was very beautiful in the sunset.
In the middle of your sandwich Derpy looks at you and giggles.

“What?” you ask.

“Your true hair color is showing,” she said, taking a bite out of her sandwich. You subconsciously run your hands though your hair. It was a lot longer than when you first got here, almost to you shoulders now, but not quite. You hair grew incredibly fast making you spend a lot on hair dyes. A little bit of blond was showing through and you have yet to dye your hair. Same with your tail.

“Yeah, I gotta dye it again, though I’m thinking about letting it grow out.”

“Defiantly grow it out, but you should keep your true hair color. It looks nice,” Derpy said, reaching up to mess with your hair. You blushed for some reason, but you had no idea as to why. You swat Derpy's hand away with a roll of your eyes. This makes Derpy giggle again.

You quickly finished your sandwiches and started to walk to the movie store again.

~~~

It was a simple movie store; it had rows upon rows of movies to choose from. Ranging from horror to porn in a blocked off adult section. Derpy left it to you to select a horror movie while she found a movie herself. You were conflicted between two different movies. Buckets of Blood and Hannimare. 

Hannimare's review made it sound just like Hannible from your world and while that was a great movie, but you've never seen a movie that came close to Buckets of Blood.

You got a couple packets of microwavable popcorn and rented the movies Derpy and you picked out. You paid because Derpy “conveniently” forgot her wallet. You both quickly made it back to your apartment and you popped in Derpy's movie, as per her request, while she popped the popcorn. With the popcorn popped and the movie in the DVD player, you on one side of the couch with Derpy on the other and a big bowl of popcorn in the middle of the both of you, you started the movie.

~~~

There are many awkward moments that a movie can make with certain scenes. Reminding how you and an ex got together with said ex sitting next to you with her new boyfriend, reminding you of how your late grandpa liked his pancakes, making your sensitive grandmother collapse in a crying fit, or why your girlfriend broke up with you in the first place, while you still loved her.

However, none of those could compare to sitting next to your best friend, watching a romantic comedy about two best friends getting together, and said romantic comedy having a rather intense sex scene.

You both just stared at the movie, blushes on your faces, not daring to look at each other, with the sex scene showing no signs of coming to a close.

After a few moments of this you clear your throat and stand up, grabbing the half empty bowl of popcorn.

“I think I’ll make some more popcorn,” you say, making your way to the kitchen.

“Good! Good good good, great!” Derpy said, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes never leaving the TV.

~~~

Buckets of Blood had Derpy on the edge of her seat, while it had you yawning. It wasn't a bad movie per say, it had a good plot, it's just it was cheesy as hell. There was way too much blood, not enough actual gore, and the killer was just very clique. Though one good thing about the movie, was it had Derpy very jumpy. This of course gave you the very smart idea of trying to scare Derpy as she was in the bathroom.

You hid next to the door, content on jump scaring Derpy. Just as she was coming out of the bathroom you jumped at her and yelled really loudly.

…

You've never been dropped by a girl with one punch before until when you tried to scare Derpy. You're pretty sure Crunch had trained her to protect herself.

Derpy apologized and after a few more minutes of cleaning up the two of you went to bed.

“Night,” Derpy said, standing in her doorway.

“Night, Derpy,” you say, closing your door. Oh, it was going to be fun living with Derpy; That much was clear.

> Chapter 17
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

	Bubbles
An anthropomorphic MLP fan fiction
“Hey! It’s time to get up!”

“Tacos?!” you shouted as you jerked awake.

“…”

“What?” you heard Derpy ask. “Er, I made muffins, if you wanted one.”

“Aright,” you groggily slurred before digging your head further into your pillow.

You must have dozed off because before you knew it Derpy was back pounding at your door.

“Hey! Are you getting up anytime soon?”

“Ugh… Yeah!” you say. You snuggling closer to your pillow one last time before getting up. You stumbled out of your bedroom and into the living room. Derpy walked in from the kitchen.

“About time, it’s almost ten,” Derpy said, sitting on the couch.

You make your way to the kitchen to get some coffee and a semi-warm blueberry muffin. You take your food into the living room and sat next to Derpy, who was watching a DVD she brought from her house.

“What’s this?” you ask, taking a big bite out of your muffin.

“Doctor Whooves, now shush,” Derpy said, leaning on the edge of the couch, her eyes glued to the TV screen. You just rolled your eyes and ate your muffin while watching with her. It wasn’t half bad. The muffin and the show.

~~~

You two watched the whole season Derpy had on DVD and you loved it. You could swear there was a series like it on your world but you couldn't think of it at the moment.

“So what’s on the agenda for the rest of today?” you ask, cracking your neck as Derpy put the DVD back in its case.

“Well, I'm going to the park to meet up with Dinky and Mom,” Derpy said, standing up. “You should come.”

“Is Crunch going to be there?”

“He has to work on Sundays, so no.” Derpy said, then asked, “Why do you ask?”

“No particular reason,” you say, standing up. “I'm going to take a shower. Need to use the bathroom?”

“Nah, I’m good.”

“Alright.”

~~~

You let out a big yawn as you stepped out into the outside world. You turned around and locked the door and walked after Derpy. You two were going to catch Dinky and Paint on the way to the park so you two started to walk to it.

“It looks like it's going to rain later today,” you say looking up at the gray clouds in the sky.

“Yup, the newspaper says there is going to be a bad thunder storm around five tonight so we have to make the best of the day as we can.”

“Right, I keep forgetting that the weather is controlled here.”

“Hmm.”

The two of you walked in silence for a little bit till Derpy asked a question.

“What are tacos?”

“Hmm?”

“I heard you say tacos this morning. What are they?”

“Well, they're a Mexican food, they're pretty good.”

“What are they made of? Maybe we could make them for dinner tonight or something.”

“Uh, a tortilla shell, lettuce, tomatoes, beans, sour cream, cheese, hamburger, and other things.”

“Ok, what's hamburger?”

“Hamburger is-” you stopped abruptly when a thought came to you. Probably not a good idea to say it's made up of cows. That might not go over too well. I think I remember her saying that one of her friends was a cow. “Er, never mind. Forget I said anything,” you say, picking up your pace.

“What? No! You can't just do that!” Derpy exclaimed as she ran in front of you and stopped, making you stop. “You can't just avoid my question.”

“Yes I can. Like this. See?” you say with a smile on your face as you walk around Derpy.

“Dammit! What are you hiding?” Derpy asked as she started to walk behind you again.

“It's best you don't know.”

“Why?”

“Because you'll look at me differently.”

“Why?”

“Because it's not common amongst ponies.”

“Why?”

“Are you really doing that?”

“Why?”

“You really are doing that.”

“Why?”

You sigh and face palm making Derpy laugh.

“DERPY!” you both hear and you two start to look around. It doesn't take long to see Dinky running towards you two with Paint following at a slower pace. It took Dinky a few seconds to get to you two and when she did she was completely out of breath. “I... found... you guys,” she said panting heavily between each word with her hands on her knees.

“How are doing kid?” you ask, ruffling her hair.

“I'm good, how are you?”

“Slightly annoyed,” you say glaring at Derpy out of the corner of your eye making her giggle and put on a big smile. “But good all the same,” you finish with a half smile.

“That's good, so what are we doing at the park?”

“Walk the nature trail, play at the playground, maybe some other stuff. What did you bring?” Derpy asked.

“Mom brought a basketball,” Dinky said, looking back at Paint who was almost to you guys.

“You up for some basketball?” Derpy asked you.

“I don't like basketball.”

“What? How can you not like basketball?”

“I just don't like it.”

“Celestia you're weird,” Derpy said, making Dinky giggle. You just roll your eyes.

“We going to the park or not?” Paint asked as she finally made her way to you.

“I agree, let's go,” you say starting to walk to the park.

“What's with him?” Paint asked.

“Oh he's just being a Mr. Grumpypants,” Derpy said making Dinky giggle. You found yourself rolling your eyes but you had a smile on your face time.

~~~

“The park is pretty empty today,” Paint observes as she spun the basketball on a finger.

“It is getting colder and it's going to rain today.”

“True, true. Welp! Let's go play some basketball!” Paint exclaimed as she ran towards the basketball court, Derpy and Dinky 
ran after her while you just smiled and walked. You sat on a nearby bench and watched them play for a while, them taking turns shooting hoops. They played HORSE, Around the World, and a few others that you didn't know about. About an hour of watching them play Dinky shot the ball and it bounced off the rim, making it go down the court. You, being the gentleman you are, chase after it and manage to get it before it got off the court, on the other end of the court.

“Hey!” Paint yelled. “You should play with us!”

“Nah, he doesn't play basketball,” Derpy said, then she started to snicker and with a playful smile on her face she said, “I bet he can't even make one basket.”

This got you chuckling, and your chuckling attracted the attention of Derpy.

“What's so funny?”

Instead of answering her, you just readied a shot and once you had it all lined up you took the shot.

Swish.

Derpy just looked dumbfound at what just happened.

“W-w-what?” she ask, just staring at the bouncing ball. You started to walk towards her and once you got close enough you patted her on the back.

“It's not that I suck, I just don't like to play,” you say with a big smile, then walk back to your bench.

“I'm done,” Derpy said, walking to sit next to you. Paint just started to laugh.

“Can we go walk the nature trail now?” Dinky ask panting a little.

“I think that is a good idea,” Paint said, “what about you two?”

“I could go for a hike,” you say. Derpy just nods her head.

“Good, lets go!” Paint said, scooping up the basketball and taking off to the start of the nature trail, Dinky right behind her. You look at Derpy who was looking at you and with a nod of your heads you both stand up and walk after Paint and Dinky.

~~~

“How long is this damn thing?” Derpy complained as she got to the top of the big rock hill that the nature trail went over.

“I can't be too much longer,” you say. You wipe the sweat off your brow and look down the rest of the trail, which went around a small bend. Paint and Dinky ran ahead leaving you alone with Derpy. “Come on.”

It wasn't hard to walk it, it was just so long that it was pretty taxing. Derpy started to walk next to you, hunched over with her tongue hanging out of her mouth. You're sure it would have looked adorable if she wasn't panting like a dog. You walked with your head down so you wouldn't trip over any roots or rocks, so you weren't prepared for what came next.

“AAAAHHHH!” Derpy screamed and she started to run into you, clutching at your sweater. The sudden movement made you backpedal and you tripped over a root that you had taken extra care not to trip over.

“Shit!” you yelled as you fell. Right on a rock. “Oh fuck!” you shrieked as the rock jammed into your back.

“Shitshitshitshitshitshit,” Derpy kept repeating as she buried her head into your chest and clutched at your sweating with a death grip.

“Derpy? What's wrong?” you ask as you pull the rock out from under you.

“Is it gone?” she asked.

“Is what gone?”

“The... snake!” Derpy hissed the word.

“...the what?”

“The fucking snake!”

“Um, Derpy? It's too cold for snakes to be out.”

“What?” Derpy asked tilting her head up.

“It's too cold, snakes are probably hibernating now or something,” you say.

“Oh,” Derpy said before getting off of you. “Sorry. I’m just deathly afraid of snakes.”

“It's fine,” you say holding out your hand. Derpy grabs your hand and pulls you off the ground. “Let's go, I’m sure Paint and Dinky are waiting for us.”

~~~

Paint had taken you out for lunch then you all had hung out for a while after that. It was 4:38 when you went home. You went home alone because Derpy had gotten an emergency call from the post office and she had to go in and help sort out the problem. You stopped by the movie store and returned the movies that you had rented and you rented three more movies. One was a horror movie that looked good, one was an action movie which you got to see how they did action movies without guns and cars, the last one was a comedy that you though Derpy might like. It had started to rain when you were leaving the movie store so you ran home. 

You tossed the movies on the couch and went to your room to change into your pajamas. You grabbed a towel and put it on the couch so you could toss it to Derpy when she came back in. The storm was pretty bad but with nothing else to do you put in the horror movie and started it.

It wasn't until halfway through the second movie that Derpy came home. You tossed her the towel when you made sure that she could catch it.

“Thanks,” Derpy said as she wiped her face. She clutched her sweater tighter and quickly walked past you. You though nothing of it until you heard, “MEOW!” Derpy stopped in her tracks.

“Um, Derpy? Did you just meow?” you asked.

“Um-” Derpy started but she was cut off.

“MEOW!”

You raised an eyebrow and stand up. You walk over to her and turn her around. She had an innocent smile on her face and you looked down at her chest and saw movement. You just stared at it for a few seconds. You were slightly aware you were staring at Derpy's breasts. They weren't too bad.

“...Derpy? Do you have a cat?” you asked.

“Well I couldn't just leave her out there to drown or something,” Derpy said pulling a black and white stripped kitten from under her sweater. “Can we keep her? Please? I can take care of her myself I swear!”

“Derpy, she might belong to someone.” This made Derpy very sad.

“B-but...”

It truly broke your heart to see Derpy like this so you quickly came up with a solution.

“Look, we will put up posters around town tomorrow and if nobody claims her, we can keep her.”

“Really?”

“Yeah I could do with a pet,” You say with a half smile while petting the kitten behind the ears.

“Oh thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!” Derpy exclaimed, suddenly hugging you. She quickly let go of you when she realized she was still wet. “Sorry!”

“It's fine, why don't you go get in a dry change of clothes?”

“Right!” Derpy exclaimed then she excitedly ran to her room. You went to the kitchen and fixed something up for the kitten. Derpy returned and set the kitten down so she could eat. Once the kitten was fed Derpy, the kitten, and yourself went to the living room to watch the last movie. Derpy must have been very tired because halfway through the movie she fell asleep on your shoulder. You didn't want to wake her so you just left her and began to pet the kitten in your lap, who was purring rather loudly.

After the movie was over you picked Derpy up and took her to her room and laid her down. You yourself went to your room, it was still early but you yourself was tired. The kitten decided to sleep with you and had laid next to your head. You gave her a quick scratch behind her ears, making her purr. You fell asleep rather quickly and with a smile on your face. Something you've noticed that you have been doing rather a lot lately.
> Chapter 18
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

	Bubbles

An anthropomorphic MLP fan fiction

“Ugh...” you groan as you walk through your front door, dragging your feet. You immediately walk to the couch and fall face first on in.

“Meow,” Kat meowed before jumping onto the couch with you. She crawled up to your face and started to rub her face against yours. It's been a week and both Derpy and yourself have asked everyone about the kitten, but nobody knew where it came from. So in the end you two adopted it and named it Kat. Well, Dinky actually named it when she found out you two had a cat.

You let out a sigh as you pet her behind the ears. You hear footsteps from down the hall.

“Rough day?” Derpy asks as she makes her way to the kitchen. You sit up and stretch out.

“Yeah, Vinyl has decided to pick today to move around a very heavy DJ station at her house.”

“At her house?”

“Yeah, she said that she would pay me a bonus at the end of the month.”

“Man, I wish my boss gave me bonuses.”

“Psh, not if it means moving heavy ass shit around,” you say, stretching out your very sore arms. You take this time to actually take a look at Derpy.

She looked very beautiful. She had just enough makeup that it still kept her natural beauty and made it stand out more. She had curled her hair somewhat so it had a slight bounce in it when she moved. She had on a black blouse that revealed a modest amount of cleavage and a black skirt that went to her knees.

“...wow Derpy, you look... great,” is the only thing you can say.

Derpy just giggles and blushes.

“It's for a date tonight,” she said, fingering her skirt, making it clear that she is nervous.

You feel your smile falter slightly at the news that Derpy has a date for tonight. You try not to let it show.

“A date huh? What time?”

“At 8, which is in,” Derpy checked the wall clock, “about half and hour. I’m so excited!” Derpy couldn't help but giggle.

“Oh,” you start to feel sadder and sadder the more she talks about it. “Who is taking you?”

“Caramel, he asked me yesterday!” Derpy squeed.

“Oh, ok.”

“I can't believe it, I haven't gotten asked out since junior high,” Derpy said excitedly.

“Oh,” you say through a big yawn. “Dammit. I think I should go to bed.”

“I made dinner, if you wanted any.”

“Maybe later,” you say, standing up. “Well, have a good time with your date,” you said to Derpy, though you can't say that you really meant those words. You're not too sure as to why.

“I will, goodnight.”

“Night.”

With those parting words you slowly shuffled to your room. You took off your clothes and put on your pajamas, then fell into bed. You didn't go to sleep at first, your mind was too crowded with the fact the Derpy was going out on a date. Though, after about ten minutes you find yourself starting to slip into sleep.

~~~

Your growling stomach woke you from your slumber. You tried to just roll over and ignore it, so you could get back to your dreamless sleep. However, your stomach seemed to be content on keeping you awake. After a few minutes of this you throw off your blanket and get up. Your alarm clock says it's 9:03.

Rubbing your face with a hand you push open your door. You walk to the kitchen and open the fridge. You take out the leftovers and inspect them. You start to feel Kat claw at your leg.

“Kat, don't,” you say. You move her away with your leg but she comes right back, this time she meow loudly. You look down at her to tell her to stop but the living room light catches your eye. Seeing as how you were half asleep when you walked through it the first time you weren't surprised that you missed it being on. However you are surprised to see Derpy sitting on the couch, her head down. You walk to the living room more than a little confused.

“Derpy?” you ask when you get right next to her.

She looked up at you and it was clear that she had been crying, her mascara was running a little. She quickly looked away when she saw the expression on your face.

“Oh, hey,” she said, turning her head away from you and wiping her eyes. She turned back to you when she was finished and gave you the most fake smile you have ever seen.

“Derpy, what's wrong? Why aren't you on your date?” you ask, sitting next to her. You honestly felt concerned for her seeing how she was so excited fro this date.

“Oh, well, Caramel didn't show up,” Derpy said, looking at the floor again. You felt your teeth clench as anger started to flow into your mind. Derpy started to shake her head and laugh a fake laugh. “I should have known when he didn't even ask for my address.” Derpy looked like she was on the verge of tears again.

Snap. 

You stood up quickly, spit out the tooth you cracked from grinding your teeth too hard, and stormed to your room. You probably should be feeling pain for the cracked tooth but you were too mad to care about it. How could Caramel just stand Derpy up like that! You scream inside your head. People who did that to girls like Derpy got you furious. You took a few shaky deep breaths to try to help you calm down. You had to be calm for what you were about to do. You took a few more deep breaths, more even this time. You used a technique you learned from your psychology professor to help you calm down pretty fast, and soon you were ready. But damn your tooth really hurt.

You went to you closet and picked out the nicest shirt you had, which was a plain black t-shirt, the nicest pair of pants you owned, the one with no holes, and put them on. You grabbed your shoes and a sock. You spit on your shoes then wiped them as best you could, then put them on. You grabbed your bag of bits, which had quite a lot of bits in it, your set of keys, and a brush. You quickly moved to the bathroom and searched the medicine cabinet for pain killers. You down two pills dry, then attacked your messy mane with the brush as quick as you can. You manage to make a somewhat improvement with your mane, and you step out of the bathroom. The whole process took you about five minutes, the calming down exercise too the most of the five minutes, and Derpy was still sitting on the couch. You pick up your sweater off the hook on the wall and walk to her.

“Come on Derpy,” you say. Derpy slowly looks up at you. Seeing you were fully clothed and pulling on your sweater she knew you wanted to go outside.

“Nah, I’m fine. I was just about to go to sleep,” Derpy says with a sad smile.

“No, you're coming with me,” you in a firm tone.

“I'd just rather this day be over,” Derpy said with a sigh.

“Well too bad,” you say. You grab her hand and pull her off the couch. “We are doing this one way or another.” Before she has time to complain you pull her outside. You let go of her hand to lock the door behind you. “There,” you say satisfied. You turn back to Derpy who had a look of confusion on her face.

“What are you doing?”

“We are going to go out on the town and have a good time. Maybe a movie and dinner, something like that,” you say with a smile. Derpy just looks at you with a questionable stare.

“You seems a little too happy,” she says. It was true, you aren't normally this happy.

“Well, one would be pretty happy if they hadn't had a date since ever,” you say.

“So... this is a date?” Derpy asked cautiously. You hold out your hand.

“Come with me and find out,” you say with a smile. You see Derpy grow a smile herself and she reached out and you took your hand in hers. “How does a movie sound?” you ask, pulling her to the movie theater on the outskirts of Ponyville.

“Sounds wonderful,” Derpy said, her smile growing bigger.

“Well then, allons-y!” you couldn't help but say. You were becoming a huge fan of Doctor Whooves. Your outburst made Derpy laugh loudly and her laughing made you laugh. You were sure this would be a good night.

~~~

“So what would you like to see?” you ask Derpy, looking at the movie posters.

“Well, the new Daring Do movie is out, can we see it?”

“Yeah, sounds fun,” you say. The two of you walk to the ticket booth.

“Hello, how can I help you?” the ticket mare asked. She had a bright green mane and light blue fur.

“Can we get two tickets for Daring Do and the Temple of Diamonds?” you ask, sliding her the correct amount of bits.

“Sure, the movie is just about to start, so you should hurry and grab some seats and snacks,” the mare said in a cheerful tone as she slid two gold tickets to you.

“Thanks,” Derpy and you say as you both grab your tickets. You walk down the hall to the movie theaters but stop in front of the movie theater you were suppose to be in.

“I was going to get some snacks, what would you like?” you ask Derpy.

“Um, anything with chocolate, and a Dr, Pony, please.”

“Sure, how about you find some seats,” you suggest. Derpy nods and heads inside. You quickly walk to the snack bar and pick out a couple chocolate bars and get two Dr. Ponys. You walk up to the pony manning the cash register, and pay for the snacks, and also you order a large bucket of popcorn.

You manage to make it back to the movie theater. The lights have yet to dim so you saw Derpy well enough. She had chosen seats in the very back where there weren't a lot of ponies.

“Thanks,” she said as you handed her her drink and chocolate bars.

“Yeah, no problem,” you say as you sit down. The lights dimmed and the movie started.

~~~

“Wow!” Derpy exclaimed as you left the movie theater. “I can't think of how they are even going to try to top that in the next movie!”

You laughed at Derpy's attitude. The movie was great and you filled up on candy and popcorn, so your stomach wasn't growling anymore.

“It was pretty good, wasn't it?”

“Good?” Derpy looked at you like you were crazy. “It was more than good, it was the best movie ever!”

Again you laugh and shake your head. You feel Derpy grab your hand again and you look over.

“So, where to next?”

“Well,” you start, looking up at the night sky. It was cloudy and it was blocking out the moon. “It's a good night for a walk through the park, how about it?”

“Sounds fun,” Derpy said. You both started to walk to the park but you stopped when you felt Derpy shiver.

“You cold?” you stupidly ask. She had on a shirt and a skirt, of course she would be cold. She began to shake her head but you already started to take off your sweater. Once you got it off you handed it to Derpy who seems a little reluctant to take it, but she took it still.

“Thanks,” she said as she slipped it on. It was too big for her as the sleeves completely hid her hands and the waist of the sweater came down to mid thigh on her. You couldn't help but think of how cute she looked in it.

“Well, come on then,” she says, taking your hand once again.

It took the two of you about ten minutes to make it across town to the park.

“Are you sure you're ok?” Derpy asked you for what seemed like the thousandth time.

“Yes Derpy, I could handle the cold when I had no fur, I think I can hand more now that I do have fur,” you say with a chuckle. Truth be told the slight breeze in the air was making you a little chilled but you didn't show it.

“Well, alright,” Derpy said. The two of you walked through the park entrance and you walked on the path through the empty park, making small talk, mostly taking in the hidden beauty of the park at night. You kept sneaking glances at Derpy along with the scenery.

“Oh, wow,” Derpy said, looking at a pond. The pond was reflecting the lamps the lined the sides of the path into what almost looked like bright white fireflies in the mostly calm waters and it looked absolutely breathtaking. You began to pull Derpy closer to sit on the bench that sat in front of the small pond.

You both sat in silence for a little while, just looking at the pond and the trees around it.

“You know,” Derpy started, breaking the comfortable silence, “most ponies don't even think about me more than being a clumsy mailmare with messed up eyes,” you look at her and she looks at you. “Yet you became my best friend, got an apartment with me, got a cat with me, then went out on a date with me. Why?”
you sit in silence as you think of your answer.

“Well... to be honest, I don't have too much of a clue. I suppose one of the reasons I became your friend was you accepted me as what I am. Once I started to get to know you better and better, I found out that you were one of the coolest ponies there was. I don't care if you have 'messed up' eyes, it's what's on the inside that counts, not the outside,” you finish with a big smile.

“...”

“Celestia that was corny as hell,” Derpy said, giggling.

“Yeah, I’m not one for words like that,” you say, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly.

“Well, I’ll take it,” Derpy said. She rested her head on your shoulder.

You started to rub your thumb over the back of her hand, you were still holding hands, and smile. After a few minutes you felt Derpy lift her head off your shoulder so you looked over at her.

She was looking at you with half-lidded eyes and a smile on her face. What you did next was completely on instinct.

You took your other hand and ran your thumb over Derpy's cheek. You leaned forwards and Derpy met you halfway.

It wasn't a brief kiss and it wasn't an intense kiss, but it was a gentle kiss, much like a first kiss always was, but it held a sort of spark with it also, filling you with a new found energy.

After a few seconds you both broke the kiss and you both had rather dopy smiles on your faces. Derpy squeezed your hand tighter and scooted closer to you and rested her head on your shoulder again. She let out a content sigh as she did.
The rest of the night was a little bit of a blur. You remember Derpy and you getting colder so you both went back to your apartment. It was a short walk and you and Derpy held hands the entire walk there, walking very close to each other. Back in the apartment you both immediately went to your rooms, claiming tiredness. You and Derpy shared a good night kiss before you went to bed. Even as you now lay in bed you can still taste Derpy on your lips. She tasted a little like muffins and cherries. It was an odd taste but it was still pleasant. As great as this evening went you still were kept up by something that came to your thoughts as you undressed. You still had to get back to your world, and you're sure Derpy couldn't come. If she wanted to go with you anyway.

> Chapter 19
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	Bubbles
An anthropomorphic MLP fan fiction

“Wachoo!” you sneezed loudly. You sniffled and wiped your nose with a tissue nearby.

“I though you said you got over your cold, or whatever it is,” Vinyl said, stocking some stuff on the stands. You've been sick for a while. It sucked because it made you have to stay in bed for about two weeks, and it made you miss most of Nightmare Night. If there was one thing you hated, it was being sick.

“I though so too,” you simply said, letting out a yawn you rested your head on your hand with your eyes closed, listening to the song on the speaker, which was a song by the band Gorillaz. You hear the bell above the door ring as the door opened and let in a gust of cold air and snow but you don't open your eyes. It had begun snowing the day after Nightmare Night and your body wasn't quite ready for it at first, but now it wasn't so bad.

“Hey you,” you hear from in front of you. You slowly open your eyes and look up.

“Hey Derpy,” you say with a weak smile. You pull your head off your hand and let out a very large yawn. You had to admit the coat she switched out for her sweater looked rather cute on her. It was the same color gray as her fur and the sleeves were long enough to cover her hands and had black bands on the upper part of the sleeve. It also had a hood that Derpy often wore.

“Tired?”

“I got no sleep last night, and the amount I had managed to actually get, didn't help any.”

“Could it be the medicine?” Derpy asked. You had taken some rather “experimental” medicine from Twilight. She said it was completely safe and it was suppose to help get rid of your cold, and it has been working so far, it just has some rather interesting side effects. Nothing drastic, but you were surprised when you pissed rainbows. You just shrug at Derpy's question. “Hm, well are you ready for lunch?”

“Yeah, let me get my coat,” you say before turning around and walking to the locker room. As the days got colder you swapped your sweater for a black trench coat that you picked out at the thrift store. It was well worn and even slightly torn in a few places and it was a size or two too big for you. Derpy hated it, but it kept you very warm so you loved it.

“When are you going to get rid of that hideous thing,” Derpy asked when you reappeared.

“When it starts to get warmer. I'll be back in half an hour, Vinyl,” you tell your boss, who just waves you out the door.

“So where do you want to go?” Derpy asked as she intertwined her fingers with yours.

“How about that one place we went to last Wednesday?” you ask, through yet another yawn.

“Sure,” Derpy said with a giggle, “are you going to fall asleep on the way?”

“That may be a possibility,” you say as you start to walk.

“Well, it's not that far of a walk so try to keep it together. You can sleep back at your job.”

“Now that sounds like a plan.”

You both walked in a comfortable silence. Ponies smiled and greeted you both as normal but when they saw your hands intertwined together they smiled with an added something that made their smiles warmer. Derpy seemed to giggle and blush whenever you got one of those warmer smiles, and that warmed you up even better than your coat. It was going to be a good day despite the little cold that you had.

You were walking past an ally, close to the buildings, almost to the restaurant, when you saw a flash of metal. You reacted out of instinct as you pulled Derpy back and put up your arm to shield your face from harm. When you felt the bat make contact you felt as though your arm was on fire and you yelled out in pain as you went down.

Everything seemed to slow down to a crawl as you lay in the snow, trying to put together what happened. You couldn't hear Derpy yelling your name as you groaned and cradled your injured arm, it felt like it was on fire. Nor could you hear anything else that was going on as you could hear just a few seconds ago. Though you could hear the sound of the snow crunching underneath as Body Slam walked out of the ally, metal bat in hand. He walked up to you and stopped at your head. You tried to do something but it felt as though you couldn't move.

“I've told you that you don't belong here, freak. Now I’m doing something,” he growled. Time seemed to continue normal as he cocked the bat back and as he swung.

~~~

Darkness. That's all that's around you. You're not sure what happened, and you couldn't think properly, like your brain didn't want to work right. It kinda sucked. You're not sure how long you've been in the darkness, but it seemed to go by quickly. You're not sure how you know, but you could just feel it. Like when you don't dream about anything and your dreams are filled with darkness, but you know it's going by quickly.

There is a light. You're not sure where it came from, or how long it has been there, but you see it now. And it seems like just the act of seeing it makes it grow. Slowly at first, but it steadily grows faster and faster till your entire vision was filled with this white light. Then darkness again. But this darkness was the type of darkness that came with having your eyes closed.
You could feel something soft underneath you, and it felt absolutely amazing. It kinda sucked you in a little, and it felt nice. Like you haven't ever slept on anything soft, then you sleep on something soft for the first time.
Then you started to smell cleaning supplies. It was kinda sharp to your nose but not overly so.

Gaining some sense back in your head, you open your eyes. And see nothing. Or rather just darkness. You close your eyes tightly then open them again. You no longer saw just darkness. Now you saw a ceiling. You let out a groan as you rub your eyes, trying to rub the sleep out of them.

Slowly you lift yourself up so you were able to look around. You saw that you were on a bed that was able to move and had guard rails. You next saw that you were in a room that had another bed like yours, next to yours, only empty. You couldn't tell much of the room you were in because the light was off and the only light in the whole room was from a lamp on your other side. You look over and you don't see much. You see a window and a desk that a mare was sitting at, her head resting on her arms and her eyes closed.

Derpy. Guess I’m in a hospital.

You didn't like hospitals too much. There just wasn't a lot to do and it was always boring. You tried to go back asleep, but you weren't tired, so you got the great idea to just stare up at the ceiling. You were bored within seconds. You could tell it was seconds because you could hear the ticking of a clock somewhere.

Letting out a sigh, you sat up again and looked over Derpy, who was still sleeping. You almost felt bad about what you were about to do, but you figured that she would want to know you were up and ok. You looked over on the table to the side of your bed for something to throw.

Perfect. You thought to yourself as you spotted a pen. You took it and took aim at Derpy. You lined up the shot and stuck your tongue out, squinting at Derpy. You pulled back and then threw the pen at Derpy, which hit her right on the tip of her nose.

Bulls-eye!

“Ngh?” Derpy grumbled as her eyes fluttered open. She rubbed her eyes and gave out a cute little yawn. “Hmm?” she mumbled as she rubbed the tip of her nose.

“Good morning beautiful,” you say. She blinked a few times, trying to register what was said. Her eyes fell on you and started to grow when she realized that you were awake.

“Ohmigosh! You're awake!” Derpy exclaimed as she threw her arms around you in a tight hug.

“Ow! Derpy!” you cried out at the pain that shot through your head. You clutch your throbbing head with one hand.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” Derpy cried, backing away a few feet. You just looked at her and you dropped your hand.

“It's fine Derpy, just a little headache,” you reassured her. You hold out your arms, “How about a little gentler hug this time?”
Derpy smiled and hugged you again, much gentler this time. The two of you didn't let go till a few minutes later.

“So, what happened?” you asked. You could remember somethings but not all of it. Derpy took a deep breath and pulled her chair next to your bed. She sat down and held you hand.

“Well, Body Slam hit you and you fell, then he hit you with a bat. He was going to hit you again but luckily Rainbow Dash and Applejack showed up. They didn't catch him but they did hurt him pretty bad,” Derpy said. You started to rub your thumb over her knuckles.

“Are you ok?” you ask. Derpy looks at with a questionable look upon her face.

“Am I ok? I should be asking you that!”

“Oh I’m fine, I’ve been in worse fights, honest,” you say with a reassuring smile on your face.

“Why does that make me even more nervous?” Derpy asked, a smile playing at her lips.

“I have no idea,” you say with a chuckle. The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes till a question made it's way to your mind. “What time is it?”

“Uh,” Derpy pulled out her phone, “1:18,” and as if on cue, she let out a small yawn.

“How late did you stay up?”

“12, maybe?”

“You need to get some sleep.”

“I would, but that table isn't the most comfortable thing to sleep on.”

“Well, I could always scoot over and you could get in bed with me,” you suggest, waggling your eyebrows. Derpy breaks out in a fit of giggles.

“Wow, you are much more flirty today, any reason?”

“I'm tired. I get rather flirty when I’m tired.”

“I've noticed,” Derpy said with a small laugh. She stood up and walked around your bed and to the empty one next to it. “I'll just sleep here. I don't want to catch your cold you still have.”

“Alright,” you say with a roll of your eyes but with a smile on your face. You let out a yawn. “Night.”

“Goodnight.”

And with that said you fell asleep almost instantly... is what you would have liked to happen. But the truth was, you couldn't sleep. What Body Slam said to you kept coming back to you. No matter how you though about it, you couldn't help but agree with him. You don't belong here. What has made it worse was that you kept trying to come up with an excuse to leave, but no matter what you thought of, you had no excuse to leave. Not that you wanted to leave. You just had to. Right?
> Chapter 20
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	Bubbles
An anthropomorphic MLP fan fiction

“Mmmm,” Derpy sighed as she nuzzled your hand even more.

The two of you were sitting on your couch, you sitting normally, and Derpy with her head in your lap, a blanket draped over her body, while you only had your sweater for warmth. Your toes were frozen. You started to absentmindedly scratch behind her ears, but she didn’t seem to mind. Quite the opposite actually. And that is what you have been doing for the past hour or so, scratching Derpy behind her ears, with Kat laying under the covers with Derpy. It was snowing pretty hard out so you couldn’t do anything. It was snowing too hard for either of you to go to work so you decided to lounge around the house. About an hour of lounging the power went out and you didn’t have any spare fuses to fix it. So with nothing else to do you and Derpy just sat on the couch. You lit some candles, but Derpy only had scented candles so now the house smells like pretty flowers. You only had one lit and it sat on the coffee table, but you had one in the bathroom, one in the kitchen, and one in each of the bedrooms.

It’s been a little more than a week since your little trip to the hospital and you have completely recovered from the little cold you had. Though you have yet to stop pissing rainbows. You made a mental note to ask Twilight about that.

Though ever since your trip to the hospital you have had your mind elsewhere, and your friends have started to notice.

“Hey,” Derpy said, snapping you back to reality. You look down and see her looking up at her with concern in her eyes. “Are you alright? You seem a million miles away.”

“Uh,” you say, scratching your chin, “yeah. I’m fine.” The tired tone in your voice said otherwise.
Derpy sat up and looked at you. “No you’re not. What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” you say, getting up. “Gotta use the bathroom.” You pick up the zippo lighter from the coffee table and bring it with you to light the candle in the bathroom.

The candle you lit smelt like rainfall.

You don’t use the bathroom at first. Instead you just looked at your reflection.

You got your mane cut a week ago to get rid of the black and red tips and it hung down to your neck. Same thing with your tail. Your eyes looked tired and you had bags under your eyes, but they were only noticeable if you looked for them. The light from the candle light up your face, making it look a little spooky. Staring at your reflection you find yourself being taken back to an old memory. It was the last time you had spoken to Momma Melody.

~~~

“There you go, Momma,” you say as you straighten your back. You had just carried a very heavy box of toys into the playroom on the second floor, from the donation truck out in front of the street.

“Thank you child,” Melody said, patting your arm. “I wouldn’t know what to do without you around.”

“Probably pay someone to do it.”

“Perhaps, or perhaps I could be stronger than I am now,” she said, making her way out of the room.

“You may be short but you’re a lot stronger than what you give yourself credit, you know,” you say following her out.

“I ain’t short! I’m fun sized, dammit!” Melody said shaking her fist at you. You can’t help but laugh. It truth she was pretty short. Just at five foot? Give or take an inch or two.

The two of you go to the kitchen and she sits at the table with the paper. You fill a teakettle and set it on the stove, taking out a few tea bags. The children were all playing out in the backyard with one of the volunteer people, a nice cute girl in your year. The two of you became friends when she had mistaken you for another helper. You wait for the water to boil before fixing two cups of tea. You set one in front of Melody and you lean on the counter, adding sugar to yours.

“Thank you child,” Melody says before taking a sip.

The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes until Melody put down her paper.

“So tell me; when are you going to leave?” Melody asked, sipping her tea.

“I though you like having me here, Momma?” you asked, sipping your tea.

“I do, don’t get me wrong. It’s just you have your whole life a head of you. What are you going to do with it?”

You set down your tea before talking. “I- I’m not sure, to be honest. I was just going to go through life one step at a time. You know, tackle one thing at a time. I have too much to worry about now to worry about my future.”

“Poppycock!” Melody yelled, making you jump. “You should always know what you are to do in life.”

“What about you? Did you always want to run a home for orphans?” you countered.

“This isn’t about me, this is about you.” She always pulled that card. “I know what is going to happen to you in life.”
“Here we go,” you say letting out a big sigh. She used to be a fortune teller and she has a habit of telling you your fortune. That wouldn’t be a problem if her predictions weren’t so vague.

“Yes, here we go. One day in the future you will find yourself in a new place, with new friends, a new job, and an all around better life. Then you will be torn in staying there and coming back to your old life.”

“That just sounds ridiculous.” She ignored your remark.

“You will need to choose. And only you can make that decision. You will have to choose a life in a place you don’t belong, or a life in the place you were meant to be in.”

“I would obviously take the life of where I was mean to be,” you say, taking a big drink from your cup.

“Are you sure? This will happen, child. You need to think about this long and hard. Starting today.”

“It won’t ever happen, you know.”

“Have I ever been wrong before?”

“Well, no bu-“

“Exactly, I have never been wrong, and I never will be.”

“Then which one would you want me to pick, Momma?”

“I just want you to be happy. But that choice is for you alone,” Melody said, standing up. “Thank you for the tea. I’m going to take a nap, ok?”

“Yeah alright,” you say, draining the rest of your tea. You turn around to wash out your cup.

“I love you, you know that right?” Melody asked. “You were the child I couldn’t have, and I could not be any more proud.”

“Thanks, and I love you too,” you say, turning around. You put a smile on your face. “You were always the mother I needed.” It was true too.

Melody smiles sadly before turning around.

“Good bye.”

~~~

You could feel tears on your face as you came out of your memory. The low wick on the almost gone candle told you that you should probably hurry up and get your business done. You quickly used the bathroom (you were totally keeping the rainbow piss, it was too awesome) and get out. Through use of magic the water still ran in the house, as well as the gas stove. Just not the heater or electricity.

“Hey, I though you may have fallen asleep,” Derpy said. She was laying on the couch, taking up the whole space of it. “I was thinking of making lunch, anything specific you want?”

“Nah, just whatever you want,” you say. You tried to cover up the bit of sadness in your voice, but Derpy caught it.

“Hey, what's wrong?” she asked, sitting up. She patted the seat next to her.

“Nothing,” you say as you sat down. “Just thinking of old memories.”

“Oh. Did you want to talk about it?”

You just started at your hands, thinking if you did want to talk about it.

“It's just my adoptive mother, was always right. She's dead and she's still right. Derpy, my mother is dead, and she is still right. How ridiculous is that?”

“Mothers do that sometimes. But how is she still right?” Derpy asked as she leaned on your shoulder, taking one of your hands into hers.

“The last time I talked with her she told me I would have to make a decision. Live a life in a place I shouldn't be, or live a life in the place I was meant to be. And she is still right. Stay here, or go back to my world.”

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments.

“So, which life do you choose?” Derpy asked quietly.

“That's just it Derpy. I want to choose this life, but I can't.” You say, rubbing your face.

“Well, why can't you?” Derpy asked.

“I just can't.”

“Well, I’m sure Princess Celestia would would be happy with you staying here forever.”

“I'm sure she would too, but it's not that simple.” Derpy sat up and looked at you.

“Well, why not?”

“It's just not,” you say, standing up. You walked a few steps away and ran your hands over your face and through your hair.

“But why?” Derpy asked, her voice sounded pleading. You look over at her and it looked like she had tears in her eyes. “Is it because of me?”

“Of course not Derpy,” you said, quickly moving to comfort her. You gave her a big hug and held her close. “You are part of the reason I’m having so much trouble figuring out if I will go or not.”

“I just don't understand. Why do you have to go?”

“I don't belong here.”

“Why not? You have friends, you have a job, you have ponies who love you. Why do you have to go?”

“Because I’m not a pony, Derpy.” Derpy sat back and looked you up and down.

“Well, I beg to differ.”

“Look, I may look like a pony, but I didn't grow up like a pony.” You straighten up and look at her. “Derpy, I was a human. I swore on a daily basis. I got mad just because someone cut me off on the freeway, then had thoughts of running him off the road. Derpy, I ate meat. Sure I only ate it when I could afford it, which wasn't often, but I still did it. And I have done so much other stuff that a pony doesn't do! … how can I be a pony when all my life I have been a human?”

“...I-I'm not sure.” Derpy said quietly. She stood up and quickly walked to her bedroom. You would have went after her but the way she moved told you to stay away.

In hindsight, it probably wasn't a good idea to just lay everything on her at once.

Your really wished you could just go for a walk. It would be much easier to just walk and clear your head and not have to worry about this stuff right now. But you can't, and you have to worry about this stuff right now. But you couldn't. Of all the times for you to stop worrying, it had to be now, when you had time to worry about it. You fall back on to the couch and let out a big sigh.

“The universe hates me doesn't it Kat?” you ask as Kat climbs onto your chest and curls up. She let out a meow and began to purr. You really needed to talk to Melody right now. You always did talk to her when you had a big problem and you didn't know how to solve it.

“Momma, why must you do these things to me?” you ask. “Why must you tell me of my future before it happens?”

You know she can't hear you, wherever she is, but it still kinda makes you feel better.

“In the human world, I have a job, I have people who need me, I have a life. Not the best, but one all the same. And here I have friends, I have a job, I have a girlfriend and some other things. But no matter how I look at it, I can't find a compromise between the two of them. God, I wish you were here right now.” you say, turning over. You forgot Kat was on your stomach when you rolled over and she fell off you. She let out an annoyed meow before she started to clean herself.
With nothing else to do, you just look at her, the candle was almost out and it cast the room into an almost twilight feel. After a few second the candle finally went out with a very tiny fwoop.

You just lay there in the dark. There was a little light coming from the window, but it was still too dark to see anything. You turn over onto your back and just look at the gray window. You found yourself thinking back to Momma Melody.

She always loved cooking pies, and she taught you how to make them too. She always liked to tell people jokes, and she taught you how to make your own jokes. She loved children and she felt rather obliged to take care of the ones who couldn't take care of themselves, and she taught you how to have a heart. But one of the most memorable things about her, was that she always wanted to see other people happy. She didn't care if she was happy, just that other people were.

You started to smile at an old memory of her giving the last slice of her favorite pie to a baby, who decided that it would make a better hat. You were only nine at the age and you looked at Melody and asked why she would do that if she knew he was going to just waste it. And she told him, “Simply because he was happy with it.”

From that day you did all you could to make others happy. From telling a joke, to carrying books. It made you happy that others were happy and you figured out why Momma Melody did it.

However, now that you think about it, in the need to make others happy, you have stopped trying to make yourself happy.

…

Perhaps, it's time to change that. You thought after a few minutes of thinking.

But first, you have one last pony to make happy once again.

~~~

Knock knock knock

“Hey, Derpy?” you call out. You wait a few seconds before the door opens.

“Yeah?” she sleepily asked. It sounded like she just woke up.

“Um, I made some muffins if you wanted any. They're blueberry.” It was tough, but you made then in the light of a candle.

“Um, sure I could go for a muffin right now,” Derpy said. She followed you to the kitchen and sat down at the table. You took a plate piled with muffins off the stove and placed them in front of Derpy, who took one.

“Mmm, these are pretty good,” she commented.

“Yeah, I thought they turned out well,” you say, taking one. “Oh I need you to remind me when this storm is over to go to the library.”

“Why?”

“I have to send Princess Celestia a letter asking if I can stay in Equestria forever.”

Derpy stopped chewing and looked at you. You couldn't quite place her expression because of the low lighting.

“Really?” she asked after a few moments of silence. “I though you needed to leave?”

“Well I got to thinking. All my life I have made others happy. I think it's time to make myself happy. You know?” Derpy just kept quiet for a few minutes.

You're not too sure as to what happened next. All you know is you were on the ground, getting hugged very tightly by a crying Derpy and your head hurting.

Oh yeah. This was the right choice.

~~~

~A few days later~

"Dear Princess Celestia,
I want to stay in Equestria to live out my life here. After some hard thinking, and a visit from certain memories, I have come to the conclusion that my life would be much better here. Sure I had a life back in my world, but I wasn't happy with that one. So with your permission, I would like to stay here, live with Derpy Hooves, and work at Vinyl Scratch's electronic shop, fixing electronics and such.

I suppose I should include some sort of lesson I have learned. Twilight says that is what she and her friends do and she suggested I do the same. So, here is the lesson I have learned; While making others happy is one of the best things you can do, you also have to make yourself happy.
It's kinda selfish, but hey, who isn't once in a while.

-Signed, The Alien."

“What a fine report,” Celestia commented as she read through it, a smile on her lips. She handed the letter to Luna, who was trying to read it over her shoulder. Luna read it, rather fast.

“Sister,” Luna began, “when are you going to tell him that the spell you showed him was a fake? Or that he can't even go back home?”

“Meh,” Celestia shrugged. “He's smart, he will figure it out sooner or later.”

“And if he doesn't?”

“What he doesn't know won't hurt him,” Celestia simply said as she sat down on her throne.

“Another thing, why does he refer to himself as 'The Alien'?”

“I'm not sure,” Celestia admitted. “Perhaps it's some human thing?”

“Hmm, maybe,” Luna said, walking back to her chambers.
> "Last" Authors Note
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	Bubbles
An anthropomorphic MLP fan fiction
Last Authors Note
“And here you go,” I said as I stapled the papers that just came out of the printer and handed them to you. For those of you who don't know, I have white fur, a very light red, messy, shoulder length mane, with light blue eyes. I was wore baggy blue jeans, black boots, and a black long sleeve shirt that had white stripes running around it.

“Thanks, Multi,” you say as you flip through the 62 pages. “This looks great.”

“Hey, I simply wrote down what you told me to,” I say as I turn back to my computer. I hit the print button again and wait for the printer to spit out the pages.

“Why are you making two copies?” Derpy asked.

“So I can add it to my little collection of stories that ponies have wanted to be written,” I say as I put the printed pages into a binder and mark the spine of the binder with the word “Bubbles”. I walk over to a small bookshelf in the small room which was a library, and put up the binder next to one that is titled “Remembering”. I turn around to face you and Derpy again. “Any questions?”

“I have one, why is it in the second pony perspective?” Derpy asked.

“I though it would be a bit funner if it was like that,” I say, scratching my chin.

“Why did you cut yourself out of it?” you ask.

“Huh?”

“You cut yourself out of it. You basically cut out half the story.”

“Well,” I began, “I thought it would make the story better if I wasn't in it. You know?”

“I'm not sure I do know.”

“It's an author thing,” I simple say to put the subject to rest. “Any more questions?”

“No, I’m good.”

“I'm fine.”

“Good then. Now we have spent too much time in here and if we don't get out before Fox get's here,” I say, making my way past them to the door but stop before just opening it and look back at them. “Well, I will get an ear full.” I open the door to reveal an unamused mare. She had light brown fur with a light red mane and tail with white tips, and her mane going into a pony tail. She wore jeans, sneakers, and a rather reveling t-shirt. She had her arms crossed and was tapping her foot. I close the door and look back at you and Derpy. “Never mind.”

I open the door and put on the most sincere smile I have.

“Hey, babe I was just coming to find you,” I say hoping she buys it.

“Uh huh,” Foxtrot simply say, clicking her tongue. “Just get ready. Pinkie's party starts in a few minutes and we still have to get down there,” she says before turning on her heel and walking back down the hall.

“Dammit,” I curse under my breath. I turn to you two. “Alright, get out. Fox is already mad at me. We can't be late to this party,” I say, pushing them out the door. I quickly walk back to my desk to grab my top hat. It was white with a black ribbon hanging off the back. It also had a golden quill that looked steampunkish in the ribbon around the hat. I put on my old top hat and head out the door and into the living room, where everypony else was putting on coats. You had your trench coat, Derpy had her long sleeved coat, Fox was putting on her coat with was a purple zip up coat the came way past her waist. I walked to the coat rack and grabbed my coat. It was a simple red hoody. The thing was, it always was always the perfect temperature and it was the softest thing ever.

“You guys ready?” I asked. Everypony nodded so I opened the door and stepped out. It was night time and the only light came from street lamps and building lights. It also was snowing, making everything look positively beautiful. I set off down the road everypony caught up. You and Derpy held hands, while Fox did what she always did whenever we went out in public. She hung off my arm. It was a little difficult to walk at first, but after a few years of dating her it gets easier.

“So how have your lives been?” Fox asked you and Derpy. “It's been a month since you got the letter saying you can stay, right?”

“Just about, yeah,” you reply. “It's been good, and it will hopefully keep going good.”

“That's good,” Fox said. It was quiet for a few moments until she spoke up again. “So when are you getting married?”
The sudden question made them stumble a little, making Fox laugh.

“When will you stop asking ponies that, Fox?” I groan.

“When you ask me to marry you,” Fox replied, snuggling up to my arm.

“Perhaps when we are older,” I reply, putting the lid on the subject. “So how did Crunch take the news?”

“He surprisingly, took it well,” you say.

“He threatened you, didn't he?”

“Yup.”

I let out a small laugh. Crunch was a little scary.

“Hey, I just want to say thank you for writing our story. It'll be great to look back on when we're older,” you say after a few moments of silence.

“Of course. I had fun writing it. Just tell your friends about me if they want something written,” I say with a wide smile.

“There's Sugarcube Corner,” Fox said, she started to pull me along with her. “Come on! I don't want to miss out on the cake!”

I let out a sigh and turn to you and Derpy and we all ran to stay at pace with Fox. “Help me.”

Of course the only thing your two did was giggle.
> Sequel is out.
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The sequel