Hello my dearest, dearest readers. I'm the author of this story. Here's a fair warning: It is a self-insert, in fact, it was another from of my self-insert story: "Trixie Living With Me?" In which I posted on . Anyway, this was a second form of this self-insert. And sorry about the . . . Without further ado enjoy, mares and gentlecolts!

Story Of The Human In Equestria

Chap. 1 - A Clubhouse Discovery

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I looked around my bedroom. I was always like this, it was a little past nine. If I recall right, 9:11 PM. I shifted my eyes, it sounded like there was something downstairs - a robber possibly - though, like always, it wasn't. Just my imagination, I live in a place of peace in all. Oh! Silly me, I'm sure you're wondering who am I? Let me answer that. Gabriel is my name. Where am I? Well . . . originally, from Indianapolis, Indiana, moved to Anchorage, Alaska. Now . . . in Ponyville, Equestria. Yeah yeah, you're all like "Oh my god! You're in Equestria! Oh I can only imagine how awesome it is to live there!"

Let me answer a question that plagued all bronies minds: What would Equestria, namely Ponyville be like to live in? Well, I've answered that. It sucks! Let me verify. I've gotten used to it . . . after a lot of trying of course.

FLASHBACK

Anchorage, Alaska

8:49 PM

My house

I sighed, the time was 8:49 PM. My dad walked upstairs to go to bed. "Time for bed." He said, I sighed and nodded. Turning off my computer as I got up. I grabbed a water bottle at the headboard of my bed. I walked downstairs to get my daily water. I grumbled to myself and walked back upstairs after getting my water. In the passing moments I got into bed and sighed I was quite tired for an average day.

Much like most nights I sighed. It was Saturday at least. I still have tomorrow and the next day anyway, I'm homeschooled . . . for now. I lain my head onto my pillow and went to sleep. Suddenly, my computer came on, I peaked open one of my eyes with the sudden light more so than usual, normally, just my TV is on at night. "On? Why is my computer on?" I grumbled, a sudden flash shocked me. I was blinded by this bright, white light.

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MEANWHILE

Canterlot, Equestria

10:50 PM

Canterlot Castle

Princess Celestia sat atop her tower and bedchambers. A voice brought her out of the deep thought she was in. "Isn't thou supposed to be in bed?" a voice she recognized as her dearest sister, Princess Luna, could've been the phrase.

"Oh sister. It's you. You scared me." Princess Celestia sighed, winding down her heartbeat.

Princess Luna blushed a little. "Sorry sister. We did not mean to scare thou." She said, rubbing the back of her mane.

Princess Celestia sighed again. "But, sister . . ." Luna looked back at her and paused.

The Sun Princess looked to her younger sister. "What is it Lulu?" she asked a wearing a worried expression on her face.

"Shouldn't thou be in bed. It's a big day tomorrow." The lunar princess spoke from behind the elder sister.

Princess Celestia sighed intently as she talked. "I . . . I know sister. I-I can't sleep." The white alicorn said, frowning at her young sister.

"With all the celebration brings, thou should be fully rested for what the next day brings!" Luna was getting better with talking, not GREAT but, better.

Celestia put on a warm smile at the young sibling who bore a confused look on her face. "I am aware of that dearest sister . . . it's something seems off this year." Princess Celestia looked to a far away star intently. It was . . . different. A bit brighter.

"Alright dearest sister! We shall go into ponies' dreams. Don't stay up too late thou has a lot that needs to be done." Luna flew off into the dimly lit Canterlot.

She sighed. "It's nothing, I'm sure of it." The Sun goddess went into her bedchambers. A bed in the corner of the room made of all this fluff and crap. Princess Celestia sighed at the mass amount of this crap on her bed. "Oh me, they always think I like this random crap on my bed. What is on here? A few pillows, I'm counting . . . eight pillows, and I'm not counting the three pillows that usually go there." Princess Celestia grumbled, throwing almost all the pillows from the bed onto the floor.

Princess Celestia lain there, trying to sleep. The words: Something is wrong echoed in her head, making it unable to sleep.

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MEANWHILE

Ponyville, Equestria

6:14 AM

Cutie Mark Crusaders Clubhouse

Grumbling, I got to my feet. "OW. What the heck . . . was that?" I asked myself, rubbing my head as I did so. My vision was blurry I couldn't see a darn thing. A voice I heard shocked me. I looked to where I thought the door was. The voice was somewhat raspy actually. "I don't know if we can do that . . . we're not that old." Said another voice much, much more squeaky. In fact, it reminded me of something I can't place my finger on it though.

In the passing moments the old hinges squeaked as the door opened. It sounded similar to the voice of that squeaky voice. Except, less squeaky (Haha). My vision was not too better. A scream emitted from a southern sounding voice. "What's wrong?" the raspy voice asked, walking in. Soon following the southern was a raspy gasp, then scream.

"Now what's wr-" the third squeaky voice asked, soon to cut herself off with a mild high pitched scream.

"Hey! I maybe temporarily blind! But I'm not deaf!" I said clamping my hands around my ears. Mainly to get rid of the sound from the squeaky voice.

In the next three minutes all three female voices didn't stop. One after another, they stopped.

"What the buck are you!" exclaimed the raspy voice, soon after covering her mouth with a loud smack.

I rubbed my ears. "What do you mean?" I grumbled standing on two legs.

Silence filled the ambiance for a while. Finally, the southern one spoke. "What she means is, what the heck are ya? Standin' on two legs like that!?" I rolled my eyes, I rubbed my eyes and finally regained most of my vision. I stared in disbelief. "What . . . the . . . what?" I said, somewhat running to the furthest corner of the clubhouse.

"What the heck!?" I shouted now, I know where I hear that voice. It was Sweetie Belle, Applebloom, and Scootaloo.

The trio looked at my weird look. "What are you?" Sweetie Belle asked, poking at the side of my leg. I was unable to speak.

"What the buck are you?" asked the orange pegasus filly with a magenta mane and tail.

"Scootaloo language!" yelled Applebloom, slapping the back of her head.

I was dumbfounded. Where was my voice? It was stolen by the sight of colorful animated ponies. "Wh-Where am I?" I asked, looking around, I figured I should act as though I do not know.

"This is the Cutie Mark Crusader's Clubhouse!" the trio said in unison, they still poking at my legs and arms.

"So, what are you?" Scootaloo asked quizzically.

"I'm a human. A race." I said, having enough of them poking his skin.

I looked to Sweetie Belle who was just staring at me - with cute eyes - I sighed. "What is it?" I let an eyebrow rise to the air.

"Where's your coat?" she asked, brushing her hoof on my skin.

I chuckled a little, I expected this kind of question. "A human, doesn't have a coat. Is that the answer you are okay with?" I asked, picking up Sweetie Belle and setting down the filly.

"What's yer name?" Applebloom asked me.

I looked at the end of the window frame. "I'm Gabriel, and your names?" I asked them back, I knew them but . . . I wanted to hear them say them so it doesn't seem off.

"I'm Applebloom!" she said proudly standing on her two friends.

"I'm Scootaloo!"

"And I'm Sweetie Belle."

I chuckled at their formation: Scootaloo was on top of Sweetie Belle as she was balancing Scootaloo and Applebloom on her back. "Strong one, aren't you?" I said flatly.

Sweetie nodded her head. "Y-Yeah." Sweetie's voice cracked for a moment. It was cute.

" . . . You've got to be kidding me." I groaned as this was sinking in. "Oh! I'm dreaming!" I come to the conclusion. The three shook their heads.

"Nah yer not sleepin' yer just as awake as us fillies!" Applebloom smiled happily as I looked at the end of the window.

I laughed. "Yeah yeah! I'm just magically around these ponies?!" I said pacing, the wooden floors squeaked with every step.

Scootaloo looked at me, from the small room she had. "You're not asleep!" Scootaloo exclaimed loudly into my ear.

"Okay . . . okay, I'm not asleep." I rolled my eyes, disbelief was still deeply planted into my brain. I may be a brony but . . . this is ridicules!

I wasn't really believing the three fillies' words. I proceeded to pinch myself. When feeling it, I knew the worst possible thing . . . I was awake. "Okay, okay, okay. There's a reason I felt this . . ." I told myself, pacing around for a little bit.

"Why don't you just go home." Sweetie Belle said softly.

"I wish I could." I spoke in a minor mumble.

Sweetie could faintly hear what I said. "Why can't you go home?" she asked, this question caught me off guard. I grew silent. I got up and walked off.

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Ponyville, Equestria

7:09 AM

Corner of Mane street and Sugar Corner

On the things that have happened so far, I was already going mental. I mean, I was watching as pastel ponies cowering by their houses in fear of, me! I grumbled as I looked at the clock tower. As I saw a pink pony walk up to me, I slapped my face. "Um . . . hi." I said, instantly, the pony jumped over me and rushed off in the other direction. I turned back and called for her. "I don't own a house!" I yelled. Moments later, the same pink pony was inches away from my face. Handing me a fine sack of golden chips.

I blinked speechless. How did she get all this? That question died down in my head when I realized I could possibly buy a house now! I looked at the pony who was closest and spoke. "Excuse me Ma'am. How do I buy a house in this town?" I asked, the gray Pegasus pointed to the town hall. "Oh, and you're wonderful! Just the way you are." I said, turning back to the gray Pegasus with a pale blonde mane and light yellow wall-eyes.

"Thanks Mister!" yelled the gray Pegasus with bubbles for her Cutie Mark.

I walked into the big, town hall. There were no doors just an archway. "Welcome sir," a mare receptionist said.

"Hi there. I'd like to buy a house, please." I said, the mare was obviously not looking at me or paying any attention in the slightest.

"Of course you would. Here sign this, there's two houses available. Choose which you'd like." The pony said, monotone in voice.

I checked the clipboard. One was in Hay Street; the rich side of town. The other in Mane Street; the busiest part of town. I checked the bag that Pinkie Pie left me. Fifty golden nuggets were in there. On the clipboard was the Hay Street house was sixteen bits, the Mane Street house was seven bits. I chuckled. Why was not surprised? Well . . . there doesn't seem to be a usual tax rate as a human's government is. That is, if they have government, closest thing they say is "royalty". In the next five minutes I chose my house.

I came up to the desk and handed her the clipboard. Her hoof came along my fingers, intriguing her. She looked at me, she screamed. "I'm going to get a lot of screaming . . . aren't I?