What's up everypony! Welcome to my first ever story on this profile! I know that it's not on here, but my previous account got corrupted or something so I had to make a completely new one. Anyway, this is my first story about how a human gets transported to the MLP world. I know there are tons of these, but I like to call them 'My Little OC's Transformation' stories. Simple enough, it makes sense and I don't know what else it's called. Well with that introduction said/typed, let's begin the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own MLP. If I did, my OC would be in it as a supporting character.

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Throughout my life, I've been treated like crap. To unoriginal huh? Well your about to change your minds in a few minutes. I had an abusive father and a mother who was actually caring. When they divorced, it was pretty obvious who I sided with. While all this chaos was going on, it was just as bad at school.

I was bullied, ignored and on top of it all, I was always sick. I had no friends, no talents, no nothing. I was the loner who sat in the back, got C's and B's, and just looked down as I kept walking from home, to school, to home again.

Some years later, I ended up in middle school with a slightly better life. My dad was still fighting to make sure I lived with him for no reason other to have the power. Yes, power. He always fought just to say he had it, or to say he controlled it. I was just one of the 'its' he wanted to own and control. At school, I wasn't bullied as much and I had one, count em, one friend.

I thought that it was going to get better from there on out, but fate hates me for some reason. After that school year, the cheap house me and my mother could barely afford with the small amount of money we made, collapsed. I never blamed my mother for owning a cheap house like that, father was really to blame there. He could've just let us go and let me be with my mom, but he sued my mother when she barely had any money to begin with.

So anyway, the roof fell right on top of us while we were sleeping. Luckily for me, I always slept on the couch because it was way more comfy then my bed and the back of the couch kept me safe from most of the roof. Key word 'most'. I somehow moved in my sleep and my left arm was sticking out of the couch, which then became a prime target for the rubble of the roof.

In the end, my whole left arm, my left ear, and a few other parts of my body, including part of a really important organ, was badly damaged by the rubble and I had to get surgery. And for some reason, I blame fate's hatred, wouldn't let it be all okay. The body parts that were injured had to be replaced by artificial parts.

So after that, two things happened. I was known at school as the robotic freak, and since my mother passed on from the incident, I was forced to live with my dad. He was overjoyed about it, as was his new wife, my step-mother, and my step-brother.

More years passed, and the only friend that didn't treat me as a freak but some awesome cyborg of a friend, moved. I was a total outcast. As that year of high school went on, a show started to become popular. One that made people of all ages turn their channels just to see it. My Little Pony.

I never liked that show. It was originally made to promote toys about magical ponies that were for kids around the age of five and up, and mainly for girls. It got way more popular then anyone thought it would and people of both genders and all ages started to watch it, including my step-brother and his friend.

No one in my school ever bragged about how they saw the next episode of the show, so I thought either they didn't like it either or I just wasn't paying much attention. My brother and his friend always spent the night over at our house since we had cooler games, and that was when it all happened.

They went on and on about My Little Pony as they were watching an episode of it. I tried to blocked them out, like I usually do. It worked until they went a step further. They went over to me and started talking to me about the show. I ignored them and turned up the volume on my iPhone, but they wouldn't leave me alone.

Next thing I know, they start hitting me with everything they could find. Pillows, Nerf guns, video game controllers, anything they could find. I had enough and ran for the garage, where I closed the door behind me and sat in the back of the garage. When I did, the lights turned off, and the door was locked. I could've just opened the garage door and walk to the front door to ring the doorbell until my father woke up, but I didn't care at this point. I just listened to my music as I thought, "I wish that everyone just treated me normally! Is that to much to ask?!"

That's when it happened. Scientists and people who don't believe in magic would say I'm nuts, and maybe I was from all the stress, but the impossible happened. A black portal opened up where the garage door was and started to suck me in. To make it stranger, I was the only thing that was being affected by it. The boxes, toolboxes, and everything else just stood unaffected. I grabbed for anything that would keep me from flying into the law defying portal.

The only thing that I was able to get my hands on was my iPhone and a wire. The wire was stuck to something and I thought I would be okay, but fate wasn't going to let me off the hook that easy. The wire snapped and I was pulled in along with what wire came with me, and my iPhone.

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When I started to wake up, I looked around. I was in some kind of forest "Well... This is different." When I tried to get up, I fell right back on the ground. I tried again and the same thing happened. "Great, I'm in a random forest, and I have no idea how to stand up. Perfect." I sighed as I started crawling towards a tree to help get up, and as I did I passed a puddle. I looked at it and saw what resembled a horse in the reflection. I blinked and so did the reflection.

It didn't take a psychiatrist to figure out what I did next. I panicked. I got up and ran around in circles, trying to think of what to do, where I was, what I was. Then it hit me. I was running around. Well, at least I learned how to walk. One problem solved, one bigger one to go. Why am I a pony? A pony with a black coat, a yellow mane, and a lightning bolt tail to match. Great, a pony version of a Pikachu. You know, I look like I'm something out of that... show... CRAP!

Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap! I'm a pony in My Little Pony! Why?! How can this get any worse?!

"ROAR!" I turned around, terrified to see what just made that noise. It was a giant bear just coming out of his cave, glaring right at me. Well then, there's the cherry on top of this crazy sundae and it's not even noon.

To be continued

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Well that's the end of this chapter! It's my first My Little OC's Transformation story so sorry if it wasn't that good. I plan on making a story out of this so please enjoy. Also, sorry that it was kind of depressing at the beginning, but it will all get more up beat soon enough. Finally, if anyone's wondering, the OC is made up. It is based on my life, but its way more extreme. Well, with all that said, hoped you enjoyed the chapter! Until next time, please review!