My Little Pony: Skye Dubson

Chapter 1: The Town

It was a pretty normal day for Skye; he was twenty one years old and had a very optimistic personality, despite having few friends and a dead end job. This day in particular was a very interesting one for him. He had got out of bed, like normal, got dressed, like normal. He wore a white T-shirt checked with blue boxes. Over that he wore a tank top in a patterned style with royal and navy blue diamond shapes. He had beige jeans and dark red trainers lined with olive green.

He had cereal, golden nuggets to be précised. Which is what Skye was; he was very neat and tidy. He didn't have OCD or anything like that, but he liked everything set in a certain order. All morning he'd been waiting to go to his job at the factory, but there was a march going on, so they had to cancel for today, so Skye was at home all day. Free to do whatever he felt like. And what he felt like doing was watching TV. After he finished watching the new episode of the walking dead, he went to sleep after a day of freedom, which he spent watching TV mostly. But the interesting part is what happened after he woke up…

Skye suddenly realized he was awake. He moved his hand slightly, and groaned "Noo, I don't feel like…" and he stopped talking. He fidgeted around on a soft floor. He moaned some more and tried to get up. He was on a carpet of some sort, or something similar. He tried to flicker his eyes, trying to see into the outside world, but a ray of sunshine prevented him.

"What the what?" he said, his voice wasn't low or high, it was the sort of voice that wasn't a very good singing voice. He finally got up and his eyes obeyed his mind and opened to reveal patches of grass surrounding him. "Where…?" he asked himself, knowing he wouldn't receive an answer, not if there wasn't someone else there. He tried to stand up, but his legs were made of jelly. He fell over and tried to get up again, this time using his arms to support himself. He successfully got on his feet.

"Grass, where am I and how did I get here?" he questioned himself again; he rubbed his head and found a smear of blood trickling down his cheek from his nose. "Nose bleed?" he said, "Well, I don't know how I got this, but I better stop it" he said, lifting his head and holding his nose with his index finger and his thumb. He looked around again, there was nothing in sight, but he could hear a blurred mix of talking and excitement. He turned around. "Ah, civilization" he said. And with that he started walking towards the sound.

After a few minutes of walking, the sound only got a little clearer. He heard a noise from above him, like a noise of hovering. Fluttering wings maybe? He looked up, in in surprise, whatever he saw for a fraction of a second dashed off in a blizzard of colour. "Hey?!" he tried to shout, but it had already gone. He focused on the sounds he could hear, they were still coming from over a few tall rocks and a small hill.

He ventured past them and looked down a steep hill, which at the bottom he saw a huge town. "Good" he said. He took a step forward and realized there was a drop, "Crap" he mumbled as he fell down the hill in a rough struggle to keep balance. After about fifteen seconds of pain, he hit the bottom. "Ah my arm, surely this is a hazard?" he asked himself. He looked around for some sign of life. "Hello?" he said. A reply came from around a few trees.

He heard a "Yes?" from behind a tree, so he went to investigate. He danced around the tree, hoping to find answers as to why he was here; instead there was a white pony… with purple hair staring at him.

"Hello, I could have sworn I heard someone… Hello pony" he said, but the pony seemed to gasp and then it ran off. He was about to follow the pony, maybe it knew where people were, but he caught a gash on his arm on a twig sticking out of the tree like a thorn.

"GOD!" he shouted, not noticing he'd cut himself rather deep. "Hello?" he shouted. No-one answered. He fumbled forward; he started getting a little woozy from his wound. He thought he'd be alright, but he fell over and gave in to the injury's attempt to make him fall unconscious. He closed his eyes, but the last thing he saw was a purple blur hiding behind a bush, Skye tried to call out for help but he couldn't speak. He fainted.

Skye awoke with a gasp, "HELP!" he shouted, which was the last thing he recalled trying to say whenever he'd been awake last. He looked around and a bunch of coloured shapes began to blur into focus, "What did you-" he said, then almost threw up, but swallowed it, "Do to me?" he finished. He heard a feminine voice,

"What do you think we should do with it?" they said. Skye didn't like being called an 'it'. He answered back,

"Hey, I'm not an it!" he shouted, "I am a-" he tried to say, but another voice, a squeaky tomboy one said,

"Make him leave, now, before he hurts any-" they started, but the first voice came back,

"Maybe we should question him?" they said.

Skye realized he was tied up, he tried to struggle for freedom, which was useless as he couldn't move a muscle. He tried to ask for help, "Excuse me, but why am I-" he said. But the tomboy voice said,

"Silence human!" and he instantly shut his mouth. Skye's vision didn't seem to get any better and he couldn't see anything still. He also realized that one voice had called him human.

"Hey, why did you say human?" he said, wondering what these creatures could be. They were all different colours and were a lot bigger looking than him. Sky heard another voice, but this one was quiet, a shy one,

"Maybe he's not evil" it cried, by the sounds of it, they were all female.

"I can assure you I am not-" started Skye, but was silenced again by the tomboy. He didn't think to be quiet this time; he wanted to know where he was and why he was there.

"Spike?" said the nice one again, and a purple blob came down what Skye assumed to be a set of stairs.

"Yes?" it said. They started whispering, Skye couldn't hear, and he didn't like not knowing what was going on. He fidgeted around and started to panic a bit. He had an idea, it might not work, but it was his best option.

Skye rocked the chair he was in a bit to see if he could loosen the ropes, it didn't work. His sight gained more perspective as he saw shelves and shelves of books. "Why am I here?" he asked. A kind voice, which was serious too, said,

"We were hoping you could tell us" she said. Skye figured that he'd been transported somehow, or kidnapped. He preferred the former as it sounded much cooler and less evil-hearted.

He tilted his head back and forward trying to rock the chair, he did so. While the characters were talking, he made the chair bend backwards and fell out of the ropes as his body was now straight. He tried to sneak over to a door, or what looked like a door, but a pink shape shouted and the group saw him. A few of them, including the tomboy and the pink one shouted, "GET HIM" and as they did, he ran straight into the door, and opened it.

Just as he left the building, his vision caught up with his brain and everything became clear. For outside, were hundreds of ponies around a small market looking area. Skye couldn't believe it, they were… talking? Shopping and doing all the stuff humans usually do. A few of them gasped and dropped whatever they were carrying, apples, and bags, strewn about the ground. Skye was lost for words and could only utter the words, "Who-I-Po-Po-Ponies" he swallowed and then said, "Hi?" which caused all the multi-coloured ponies to start screaming and panicking.

"No…" mumbled Skye, he slipped on the mat just outside the door and watched as all the ponies ran around shouting about how he might eat them or something ridiculous. He heard a cough, the type of cough that was sarcastic-like to get someone's attention-above him. He looked up and a sky blue pony with a rainbow styled mane looked at him and tried to hit him, or Skye though so. He got up and ran.

He dodged the ponies, as they did him. Every here and there, there was one pony who stopped and trembled in his path; he saw the fear in their eyes. What was wrong with humans? Were they totally evil or something here? And what's more, ponies that talk are living in a nice shiny town, like something out of a child's cartoon. "Excuse me" and "Move please" he repeated. He looked back and saw the five ponies questioning him earlier chasing him, well at least two of them were. Then he noticed something very off-putting. Some of these ponies had wings, and some had horns, which could only mean one thing. This was in fact, a land of magic, somewhere that was nowhere near Earth if the ponies were this scared.

All the ponies and Skye stopped running as the purple pony with a tattoo of some sort started saying something, "Mares, and gentle colts, we have in our town, a human" she said, to which some of the ponies ran to the nearest house, entered and locked the door. The pony continued, "But don't worry, me and my friends will sort everything out" she said. Skye was more scared than he had been in his entire life, were they going to kill him?

"Wait, don't I get a say in this?" said Skye, revealing his exact location. The purple pony looked at him with intension to kill, or slightly maim. One pony at the front of the crowd shouted,

"Run it into the forest" which got a lot of ponies saying it. Before Skye even realized it, he was running away from an angry mob of ponies.

"Why are you chasing me?" Skye shouted. None of the ponies replied to his question. He was running for his life, or rather his safety, but he didn't know what would happen if they caught him, so he sped up, which was rather easy for some strange reason. He saw in the distance, a forest, but it looked dark and mysterious. Skye decided it was better than being killed by ponies so he ran until his feet could take no more and beyond.

When he reached the forest opening, all the ponies surrounded him, in a semi-circle shape. "Leave, and never return!" they all shouted. Skye looked at the purple one, trying to use his eyes to say 'help' because his throat had his heart in it. She didn't seem to notice and Skye saw the dread of what humans had done here, something evil no doubt. He slowly backed into the bushes of the forest, trying to figure out if they were trying to kill him or run him away.

He finally plucked up the courage to say something, "W-Why?" he asked. The tomboy one came out to the front of the crowd,

"Surely, you know why, HUMAN!" he shouted, spitting in his face.

"No, I don't know, I don't even know why I'm here, I woke up in some hills over there!" he shouted pointing over to the area he had woken up in. No one looked. "At least I tried" he said, falling over and then scurrying into the trees and into the blackness of the forest, which seemed more like a jungle on the inside.

After he leaned against a tree, he could hear all the ponies leaving, saying things like, "Good riddance" and "That was close". He felt like crying. He didn't though, not at this time, he had to figure out why he was there. Eventually, he gave in and tears formed in his eyes. He looked towards the path ahead of him and decided to walk to try and keep him from crying.

"Who were they?" he asked himself. He felt like walking forever, because he knew he couldn't escape, and this wasn't a dream, the way his arm was gashed like that. He looked at his arm, it had no injury, and clearly the unicorns had fixed it.

He found a big tree, just a few yards away from where he was walking, there were apples on it. "Maybe an apple could cheer me up?" he asked himself, wiping a tear from his eye. More tears appeared and he figured this tree probably belonged to someone and he might steal from them. He stumbled over to the tree and slouched down, eventually getting to a sitting pose. He put his tear soaked arms around his legs and looked around, he couldn't see anything. Just pure dark, he rested his head on his knees and tears again trickled from his eyes.

"I don't know why, I don't know who, but I wanna go home…" he spoke, his lip trembling. He thought he had no fear, but being stuck in another world without a hope was really scary, for anyone, including a twenty-one year old. As he was only mumbling and crying, he looked around quickly and decided there would be no harm to anyone if he were to cry properly, so he started to wail. He cried like he did when he was bullied, when they threw him on the floor and beat the daylights out of him.

Somewhere else, suddenly a noise came, a female one with a southern accent said, "Right, Applebloom, be back soon, 'kay?" which got a nod from a small yellow filly, which hurried off with a bag on their back. The one who spoke was an orange pony, with blonde hair and a cowgirl hat. She had three red-juicy looking-apples on her flank and was carrying a bunch of flowers and herbs in a backpack that rested on her back. She noticed a shape in the distance, it was weird. She got a little closer and realized what it was.