Zaanne

by Zaanneson

First published 11th of September, 2013

Zaanne, Gabriel and Scootaloo defend both their worlds with friends

Scootaloo is preparing to have a fun hearts and hooves day with her best friend in a few days, but comes to find more than just fun. Meanwhile on Earth, after an explosion that leaves the human Gabriel and the voice in his head, Zaanne, in a new body, they find that the worlds of their imagination aren't that far away (Warning: immature jokes and ponies. Be warned)

scootaloo prologue

"You think you can do it this time, Scoots?" Rainbowdash asked as i prepared my wings for another go at the sky.

I nodded quickly, eyes focused ahead of me. "I will get it down this time! Trust me" i declared confidently as i put my wonderbolts themed goggles over my eyes. I didn't really need goggles considering my past stunts with my scooter, but these were actually rainbowdash's, so I felt awesomer wearing them.

Looking out at the wooden ramp above the 4 foot ledge that i continued to crash from previosly, i could feel something different about this next try. This is the time, i thought to myself, This time i will prove to my sister that i CAN fly.

"Ok get ready for me to wave the flag" RD said, picking up the white flag next to her hoof.

"I know. let's do this sis!" I called, picking up my blue scooter by it's red handles as Rainbow flew over me. The plan was for me to charge as fast as i could possibly go with my wing-scooter combo onto the ramp, then i was to spread my wings and glide. Twilight said before that "the glide should give you the velocity and inertia to blah blah blah then to get your wings to flap at a speed higher than blah blah blah something about air in order for you to fly"

To put it simply, i needed to fly once i left the ground. Looking straight at the ramp, I started up my wings, making a loud buzzing noise as i held my ground with the breaks. Above me, i heared Rainbow's voice at first yell "ready!?" Then a small pause.

"SeeiiinnNNNGGG" came next, breaking my concentration for a moment.

What came next was a ringing noise that most certainly was NOT Rainbow Dash. It got louder and more annoying as my world spiraled out into nothingness in the blink of an eye.

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"BLAH!!" I yelled as i shot my head up from my bed, without opening my eyes. Slowly waking up, i first noticed the light from behind my cyan window curtains. After my bleary eyes started to become more focused, i tried to recall everything that happened in my dream.

"That's like the hundredth time i had that dream, and i almost made it that time, i could feel it" I whispered to myself. Sure, it sucked that I couldn't fly, but it was so much fun trying that my dreams turned into my training.

"RRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNGGG!!!" That awful noise continued to rattle through my brain. Looking at the wooden desk next to my bed, I found the evil dream-stealer. Another ear-piercing ring came out of my chicken shaped alarm clock as i went to slapped the off button.

I thought of just taking out the batteries from the evil bird's stomach, but it was a hearth's warming eve present from my best friend, Apple Bloom. It would be mean to her if i did that, especially after all the hard work she put into making it. I had said thanks, as I recalled, staring into the chiken's eyes.

"It was nothin" she had said when i looked up,"I hope you like it." I did like it, i just didn't like its job. It was a wonderfully made chicken, even if i don't really like chickens after the cockatrice incident (long story, including an evil lizard, the stare master and a rock hard unicorn). She didn't seem to let off the chicken joke, considering that anytime she does anything with me and art involved, she makes me a chicken with some heart on it.

I didn't notice at first, but i realized that with each chicken project she makes, she puts a heart on it somewhere. As for the chickalarm, the heart was the snooze Button's shape.

Hopping out of bed, i took off the rainbow striped socks that were up to my shoulders. I don't normally wear socks, or any clothes besides my Cutie Mark Crusaders cape Sweetie Belle, my other friend, gave me, but it was winter, and it was freezing at night.

A few years ago, Applebloom, Sweetiebelle and I made a team called "The Cutiemark Crusaders", or CMC for short. It's a group that helps people aquire their cutie marks. Though, the only ponies in it right now is us three and AB's cousin in fillydelphia, since we are the only ones in our class that don't have our cutie marks. The only one that has ever had a cutie mark was Apple Bloom, but that didnt count since she got like 50 at the same time (also a long story, this one consisting of flowers, the loopty hoop and a zebra with a speech impediment).

Hopping out of my blue and white cloud bed, i tossed my socks at the empty clothing hamper, missing entirely. I did a few stretches to make sure i woke up in one piece. Streatching the legs and wings first, there was a funny popping noise come from the left hind leg that felt great. As i start stretching my back, i heard a familiar voice that was my mom's shout, "Come on down for breakfast!" I assumed she sense my awakening with her mommy powers. After the stretch routine and doing my bed, I started down the stairs for something to eat.

Looking to my left, i got a good look of myself as i walked next to a mirror in our stair's walls. My purple mane was a huge mess as it frequently was in the morning. My violet tail looked as if it had been zapped by lightning. I took a closer look at myself to see my slick purple eyes and blank orange flank. A small frown went to me as i saw the plain nothing. I have been working for almost two years now, trying as hard as i could to get a cutie mark, and i know i will get it soon. How i know, well, i don't, but I'm always ready to get it.

I'm sure that Sweetiebelle is talented in singing, seeing her make the cmc theme song off the top of her head, and Applebloom is good with building, as she did with the main CMC headquarters, which was in a damaged state that made recovering it seem insane. I'm not good at those things, just my scooter; Oh well.

Taking some time to go back to my room and brush my mane, i finally went down to follow the yummy smell of hay bacon strips and biscuits that my mom had cooked. Sitting at our rounded cumulus table, i waited for Mom to sit down next to me and fill two glasses of apple juice and some hay bacon.

"So how's school been?", she asked me. We normally don't get many chances to talk since she's normally in canterlot at work, but today she seemed to have enough time to have breakfast with me, which i was happy for.

"Good, if you don't count the whole 'hearts and hooves day in a week' stuff. It's fun at first but It gets annoying after a while!"

"Well, have you found somepony to spend that special day with?" She asked jokingly.

"Nah, i don't need a special somepony, I'm fine on my own", i responded, but the thought stayed in my head. It was true that i didn't know anypony that I liked right then, yet every year at this time, i get a slight empty feeling, though it goes away while I'm around my friends. Luckfully, H&H day is on Wednesday, while today was... What was today?

Looking at the calendar next to the sink that you obviosly know the destination of, i realized i had run out of time to talk, for the day of my most hated feelings and dread come from this very day.

"Oh great, it's Monday! My least favorite day of the week!" I shouted, growing tired of school just HAVING to be on every single Monday.

"Well, i guess i should make my leave now" Mom said, readying her bright orange wings and fixing her mane that was so dark of black that it occasionally would glow purple in the right light,"We can talk about the colt that can fit you best for hearts and hooves day when i get home." She said, making me slightly sad that we both had to leave.

The only problem i had talking about colts was that i don't actually like colts, they never seemed attractive or cute to me. As for mares or fillies (around my age, of course), i could easily start some relationship, i just don't really want to. There was a word for that, but i never bothered to figure it out, though it may start with an L or F or something like that.

Twilight says that i should know more advanced words since I'm 9, almost 10 and all, but in truth, who would understand what something like 'paradoxical' means, so why use those really long words when i could say 'absurd' or 'insane'?

Then i remembered what i was supposed to do every Monday "Whatever, I'll go to school on my own today, gotta pick up Applebloom and Sweetiebelle from sugarcube corner, anyway," i murmured as she took flight from our cloud home that was only floating about 6 feet off the ground (because SOME fillys can't just fly out).

I doubted Mom and I would see each other long enough to talk about anything until after H&H day. It's always just me around my house, though I'm never home, since i spend most of my time practicing on my scooter and getting my cutie mark. With my mom always at work for what seems like days or weeks, I never have any family to be with, and I was always alone in my home until i met Applebloom and Sweetiebelle. At least, that was my mom.

As for my dad, i never met him. My mom said he went to join the royal gaurd and set out for a mission that required him to say goodbye to us for a while, even though that "while" has been 8 years now. The only thing i have to know him by is my scooter, which he ingraved a note in the bottom and sent to me when i was 4, having the words "I'd rather die of passion and love than to boredom and solitude", burned into the wood with a signature that initialed "BF", prabobly for "blue flare", since that's what mom said his name was.

We have been good enough without him, he probably left when he heard he was a father, I thought to myself, he chickened out and left my mom to have to care for me on her own. We're good without his help! I said that to my mother once, she just shook her head slowly and continued to do whatever she does.

I decided to shake the thought out of my head for now. no use distracting myself before I ride. i hopped from our door to my scooter, which was safely parked under the house and attached to the carrier wagon. Reving my wings up and putting my purple and white striped helmet on, i sped off towards the gingerbread looking building in the middle of town.

Author's Notes:

I honestly don't know how this'll turn out.

2015 now, this story sucked balls

Zaanne and Gabriel's prologue

"Come out and fight me like a man!" My dad yelled, a sad light in his eyes as he barked complaints from the sidewalk.

"You need to leave now!" My stepdad, Sleepy, responded in his regular deep and scary voice."You can't have him!"

"He's my son, not yours!" We're American, if you didn't figure that out.

"Please stop?" I whimpered, but i was too silent for them to notice. The fact they were yelling so much just because my dad wanted me to stay at his house for the weekend drove me crazy. I was too little to make a difference in their quarrel though, so they continued arguing.

The worse the insult, the worse the weather outside seemed to get. Before there wasnt a cloud in the sky. After about three or so minutes of them constantly yelling, black cumulonimbus clouds began forming.

"Get out here and fight!" my mind tingled with repetitivity.

"Go home, you're too drunk to watch him!"

"I'm not the alcoholic, you are!" They reminded me of two six-year olds arguing about a cookie (I'm not a cookie).

"I'm not the one taking his shirt off and swinging it around like a dumbass." It seemed my dad was drunk, for he was, in fact, stripping his shirt off and hopping around, taking practice punches in the air.

Lightning roared from all around as the trees began to violently away around daddy, as if his rage had stirred up a storm.

Sleepy held me closer to his side as the storm raged, but it wasnt making me feel any better since his voice would put a full sized biker in an intimidated state.

"You may be Gabriel's birth father, but you're not being a good dad to him, acting like this!" Sleepy yelled over the storm.

That seemed to hit a touchy point, for at that moment, the world hit a blinding flash of white, with a booming explosion that looked to try to fry everything. After the lightning disappeared, what was left of my father was just flaming grass and cracked cement, covered in ash and smoke.

The storm didnt let up though, and lightning started to strike everywhere. I looked up to Sleepy for instruction, of which he normally gave me, but he seemed to have been struck by the light as well, leaving more ash next to my feet.

"DADDY!!!! SLEEPY!!!!" I yelled at the storm, but nobody answered. All that responded was a bolt of lightning, striking me in the heart. Time slowed down as i watched myself turn to dust, bit by bit, slowly losing everything i ever was to just some stupid light, until a that was left of me was dust, just as my parents were.

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"BALLS!!!" I screamed, pushing myself off of my bed.

A Knocking of wood came from my door as the voice of my sister, Tristen, came through "Get up, it's Monday!"

"I'm up!" I yelled, my voice back from being small and squeaky to a slightly deeper and equally squeeky version. six years did next to nothing for my voccal chords.

Rubbing out the drowsiness in my eyes, i got a better feel of who i was. A quick inspection told me that i was still in one piece and not in ashes on the floor.hands, check. Arms, check. Body-

Who the fuck cares about the body? Zaanne complained in my head, as he usually does.We have hands and feet instead of hooves, that's bad enough already! Zaanne dislikes both humans and nice speech.

If you were trying to make a joke, you didn't think well enough on it.

maybe if i wasn't stuck inside such a shitty brain i could make better ones!

that crappy brain made you, so i guess you're right i thought to him, smiling to myself as he took the burn.

You know what? Fuck you.

I laughed as my grandfather, PaPa, yelled from the kitchen "what are you laughing at?"

"Waffles!" Was my response, as always. I wasn't the best at making words come out, so to answer minor questions i had always said slightly... Random words. They weren't too random, mostly associated with foods and animal noises.

I looked around my room for my school shirt, hopping out of bed and grabbing my every day items. The only thing i normally had on me was basic essentials, like my wallet, iPhone and a synthetic leather wrist watch that displayed both digital and analog time.

"Gabe! Get in here!" Tristen yelled from somewhere beyond my door. My sister doesn't like my sleeping habit, which was me sleeping at all.

"Gimme a sec!" I yelled back, finding my shirt thumb-nailed to the roof. now how did that happen?, I thought as i pulled it down and put it on. It was a regular school shirt, a black T with the school logo sewn in gold on the chest. Comfy enough, though i still disliked the logo.

My mom said i have only been going to this school for half a year, since i switched schools after i left the hospital.

Apparently there was something that happened 2 years ago that left me in the hospital with some type of amnesia, leaving me completly unaware of who i was or who the people around me were. For about a week now, i have been getting dreams about scenes from my past self, though they seem to be mixed with the random fantasies that appear in my brain, like lightning whilst arguing or water when I'm in a relaxed memory. The previous dream was apparently an argument about my dad and step-dad's custody over me.

So, Zaanne, what kind of dream do you think that was?

A crappy one, he responded, no actual violence, no ponies, no nothin! At least everyone died in the end, that made the whole thing better!

those were my dads, you shouldn't be so mean! And they aren't dead, Sleepy's back in college and daddy got his life together.

and when was the last time you saw either of them? Zaanne asked.

Same time i met you; Christmas. By the way, you're a crappy present, may i please refund you?

sorry, no refunds to insane people!, Zaanne answered in a laugh. He's a dick.

Bosh, I hear nothing but discrimination from thee, I thought in my best British accent.

"you're gonna be late for school!" he and Tristen warned me in unison.

"Coming!" I yelled, grabbing the rest of my socks and shoes, though it was hard to bend over since i still had thumbnails in my shirt. I exited my room to meet my sister at my door, dressed the same as me except for her pants, which where far too small for her, and the jacket she wore to try to look like she is only fat.

God, that bitch is fat, Zaanne said.

She's pregnant, what do you expect?

She's 16 and we aren't on TV yet? Complete bullshit!

Could you quit cussing so much, it hurts my brain. I complained, rubbing my head.

it's Monday, so no.

My sister gave me a brush and told me to fix my hair, then walked off to help my brothers, Mason and Jaden, with finding their clothes. I walked to her room, tripping on everything in the 7 foot hall i was too lazy to clean.

Going to her room, brush in hand, i quickly and obediently threw the brush on her bed when she wasn't looking. Next to her door was a box that she never used, a black box with a red rose burned into it by me. Opening the box, i found nothing in except the mirror papa put in the roof of the wood.

Wow, our hair's a mess! Zaanne said.

Just how I like it. I thought as I observed my hair, though it was long enough for me to see the front of my hair without the mirror. Every hair was curled and wildly messed around, each strand of dark blond seemed to be trying to repel from eachother. All of the hair was pushed to the right side of my head except for the back, which i let fall an inch below my collar, though the curls didnt allow so.

Zaanne grumbled, That's a big paragraph for explaining how your hair looks.

what do you mean?

"Load up!" Papa yelled, meaning "it's time to get in the van." I tossed the box carelessly onto her bed with the comb and sprinted to my room again to grab my school supplies, which was just a 500 pound black backpack (if you're a high schooler, you know I'm not using any hyperbole),a binder and a drawing journal.

Get to the choppa!, Zaanne alluded as I stuffed my journal into the bag and flipped it over my shoulder. My backpack was fairly torn, having ropes as the strap, though one rope broke off at some point, so it was more of a fanny pack that i put over my shoulder like Chewbacca's ammo belt.

My binder was the usual white binders you see in Wal-Mart, though the front and back covers had slots for me to put photos in to decorate. It currently had a picture of sonic on one side and the filly Rainbow Dash from "My Little Dashie" on the other side, both of which I drew. If you hadn't guessed, me and Zaanne are fans of My Little Pony.

Lifting the binder under my arm, i proceeded to the living room, though not before grabbing a handful of sausages from the kitchen. Now fully prepared, i placed my headphones into my ears, started up a random song on my phone, and bolted to the car.

(S) Sticky situations

The sound of my wings and the wind in my face helped me stop thinking for a while as i continued accelerating down the road, doing occasional ollies and grinds along rooftops and benches to avoid the ponies, fruit stands and, well, anything getting in my way. I once overheared Rainbow dash saying that when she flies fast enough, it helps her forget of the problems around her, so i figured it isn't too different from going really fast on my scooter.

Faster and faster i figuratively flew as i weaved my scooter through the morning rush of all the ponies trying to get here and there, saying "hello!" Or "good morning". Though, since it was Monday, the only ones actually having a chirpy attitude in their voice was that grey mailmare that i never learned the name of (RD calles her Derpy, but i doubt that's her real name) and Pinkie pie, who i could see running around town singing good morning to everypony and what seemed to be teleporting from building to box to my wagon.

"HI SCOOTALOO!!!" She yelled over my wings' noise. "You going over to sugarcube corner to get Applebloom and Sweetiebelle, right?"

"Yeah, we were gonna grab some muffins for the day before we go to school," i said, as if teleporting ponies were a natural thing in ponyville, which it is,"What kinds do you have today?"

Pinkie thought for a moment before answering "Well, we have blue berry, regular and strawberry as usual, but we have a super special treat we made last night that looks super duper yummylicious!!!" She yelled, raising her hooves into the air, nearly falling out of the wagon,"the cakes and i were making cupcakes, but silly little Pound Cake pounded the tray of mix into a pan i left on the stove and, oh we're here! Come on, I'll show you what lil poundy made!"

Screeching to a halt in front of the bakery, Pinkie decided to hop out in a somersault, using the scooter's inertia to fly straight through the swinging doors of the giant cookie house that strangely looked like a pirate ship if you stared at it the right way.

Hopping off my scooter, i parked it next to the window and took my helmet off, shaking my head side to side to flip my mane back to normal. As i did that i heared a small sigh from inside, a distant clatter of pots and pans and what sounded like Sweetiebelle giggling at whoever made the banging noise, though the first noise caught my ear the most since it was right in the window. Looking up,i noticed Applebloom leaning on the violet window seal, watching me with half closed eyes. When she realized i was looking at her, she grabbed some more poise and hopped out of the window, landing safely next to me.

"Oh hi Scootaloo!" Sweetiebelle called as she slid through the door, showing that the gang's all here,"poundcake made the best tasting... Thing ever! Ms cake already made five more in just three minutes!" She exclaimed, hopping in circles around me while Applebloom, who seemed to be waiting for me to follow her in.

"Yeah, Pinkie told me before i got here, but she never really finished, what is it excactly?"

"I'm not quite sure, you would have to taste it to understand." She explained "Pinkie calls it a flatjack for some reason"

"Yeah ok" i mumbled, my belly rumbling. I completly forgot to eat the food mom made, but these flat jacks sounded good. Walking in with Applebloom and Sweetiebelle to my sides, we all hungrily trotted to the nearest table, watching as pony after pony walked to the cash register, asked for something, then got their order in a flash. A few seconds of waiting and Sweetiebelle broke the silence.

"So, how are we going to get our cutie marks today" she asked, though i was too busy trying to picture what a flatjack could be and Applebloom was concentrating on something directly behind me.

"Oh, we'll uh..." Applebloom mumbled, trying to think of an answer,"well, Hearts and Hooves Day is in two days, so we could do somethin related to that" She focused her eyes on me and asked "anythin ya wanna do then?" In her southern accent that was too calm for Applebloom.

"The last time we tried that, we had to dig a 8 foot hole and our teacher almost married your brother!" I reminded them, using hoof movements to resemble a hole and a "tough love" potion.

"Well, this time we could do something less dangerous, like making our treehouse into a card making place or something like that" Sweetiebelle offered

"Or we could try datin?" Applebloom murmured, making both of us look at her. When she noticed that, she blushed and revised her sentence "ah mean we could get a cutie mark at being good at dates."

"Well then, who here has experience in dating somepony, cause i don't" i said bluntly

"Me neither" Applebloom said,"ah don't like fancy dates much"

"Oh, well i have." Sweetiebelle chimed.

"Really?!" Me and Applebloom said in unison.

"Yeah, well, it wasnt a real one, but Rarity incisted on me learning, so she took me out and demonstrated the steps to a proper date. She said something like 'The best way to understand it is to experience it.'"

Applebloom thought for a moment before responding,"So ya saying scoot and ah have to date somepony to get experience in it to help others?"

"Pretty much, though i don't know any colts that are avalible for you two, sorry."

Applebloom seemed as content with that as i was, though before i could tell Sweetiebelle i wasn't into colts, Pinkie Pie materialized next to us with a huge grin on her face "HI GIRLS!!! Sorry to keep you waiting, Ditzy asked for 20 muffins again and when she wants muffins, she wants MUFFINS! Anyway, your flatjacks are ready, here you go!" She chirped exstaticly, revealing three plates with what seemed to be unfrosted cupcakes that got stampeded by elephants.

"Oh thanks, I'm starving!" I said, biting a chunk out of the side. It was crunchier than a cupcake, but chewier than a muffin. An interesting taste of cupcake in the inside made me realize it was just fried cupcake mix flattened, but that made it all the better. Cupcakes for breakfast? That was a dream come true. After savoring the taste for a bit longer, i noticed a slight predicament,"it tastes like a fried cupcake, but there isn't any icing on it."

"You can't have icing in the morning silly filly!" Pinkie explained as she watched us eat, "that will get you a tummy ache before lunchtime, and tummy aches never feel too good! Like this one time, poor Spikey wikey decided to eat abunch of strawberry ice cream while twilight tried to stop the fake apacolypes, and he got a huge tummy ache convinently at the same time as Twilight stopped the impending disaster! I went along with them because it looked like alot of fun sneaking into canterlot and since when was the last time you have seen a dragon wear latex!? I mean, it looked hot on twi as well but spike was just the CUTEST thing ever and-"

"Okay, okay, no icing in the morning," she was obviosly getting off topic,"but is there anything else that's sweet that you can put on breakfast food?"

"Well, i still have some maple syrup from applejack's farm, ima go get some, be right back!" To that she sped off, though there was a small line at the register so she hopped to the morning costumers first.

"Sthees 'r stha brs..." Apple bloom tried to say, though her mouth was too full to speak so she attempted swallowing down the flatjacks, failing terribly for a while.

"We can plan the rest of the H&H day cutie mark plan at recess today, for now we need to test this maple syrup and flatjack combo, it sounds delicious!" I yelled.

"Speaking of recess, how much longer before we have to head to school?" Sweetiebelle asked

Checking the clock above Pinkie, i was relived to see that we still had some time, "We have about 20 minutes left, we got here early! Though, so did everypony else."

We spent a few minutes watching as pony after pony came and went, every once in a while i'd see a familiar face. Vinyl and octavia came a few minutes after that doctor stallion came, again asking if they saw a blue box lying around. Poor fella lost some big ponybox thing a week ago, hope he finds it sometime.

Aside from them, a few interesting faces came by as well, such as soarin the wonderbolt (gotta tell rainbowdash later!) and a flock of bluejays and a bit of yellow under them, prabobly just RD's old friend fluttershy.

"Well, I'm bored! As long as we have to wait, we might as well plan some of the dating thing now. So me and Applebloom just have to date somepony?" I asked Sweetiebelle as she swallowed another bite.

"Well, would you want to take advice from a pony that doesn't know what they are talking about?" She implied

"True, true"

"Right, so we just need to find you two dates! You girls have any ideas?" She asked, slightly more chirpy than before.

"Uh" Applebloom said, now without being stuffed besides a little bit of flatjack on her muzzle, "remember when ya had said ya had a fake date with Rarity ta learn?"

"Yeah, it was a bit odd but she's my sister and she INCISTED on guiding me properly since I'm 'growing to be a fine, young woman'" she said, trying to impersonate Rarity's accent, causing us all to laugh.

"Well anyway," AB continued, "Why don't we just go together?" She implied, blushing and looking at me with either happy or longing eyes, though I'm not good with reading that.

Why is she blushing to the thought of a fake date?, I thought to myself Is she wanting me to want to go as well, i mean, i have no problem with fake dating Applebloom, but i doubt we will get a cutie mark for that.

Wait, she blushes while around me and doesnt mind dating me... If I'm not wrong, that kinda sounds like she-

"HEY! I'm back with the syrup!" Pinkie shouted, demonstrating a glass jug holding a deep brown liquid.

-Aaaannndddd there goes my train of thought, great.

Pinkie began to pour the dark gold sweets over my flatjacks, giving them a new, intensely delicious scent to my face. From the looks of the others (including Pinkie), the smell hit them just as strongly. Needless to say, i could not scarf down the flatjacks fast enough. Sweetiebelle and Applebloom seemed to of had the same problem. Applebloom dug in with hoof and face and Sweetiebelle licked her plate, consequencely covering all four of us in sticky maple syrup.

"Well that was fun!" Pinkie concluded, shaking her mane to splatter all of us in syrup.

"You weren't eating any, how did you get sticky?" I asked while she was using her sticky hooves to walk on the wall.

"Well, you girls were having so much fun with getting that syrup on you that i dumped the rest on my head, and now look at us!" With that, she grabbed me and Applebloom by both of her hooves and threw us in the air.

For a pony that only eats candy, she was fairly strong, tossing us all the way up to the roof. Applebloom was somehow able to accidentally kick my tail, instantly sticking us together. I collided with the roof back first thankfully, though Applebloom swung onto me and got stuck on my arm.

As for Sweetiebelle, she got stuck in Pinkie's cotton candy tail at one point and they began trying to untangle each other. Looking next to me, Applebloom had wrapped her arm across my shoulder and laughed as she pushed both of us around the roof, so i decided to fight back, getting red and purple mane in both of our faces.

Rolling around enough, the stickiness gave way to our weight and we free fell into a table, smashing it to bits. After about three more minutes of laughing and playing around, the two of us were worn out and covered in syrup, splintered wood and bruises from the fall.

Sweetiebelle amazingly escaped pinkies forest tail and had stepped back to take a break from her escape trick. AB and i were still stuck together, though we somehow ended up stuck at the chest, faces inches from eachother, giving me a good look of her eyes. They were a bright shade of orange-red, shifting between the two colors in harmony. Though she was covered in the debris of an intense sticky war, those beautiful orbs shown in so much happines, i could still hear her giggling, sending warm breath to my face.

After staring into each other's eyes for just a bit longer, i blushed, realizing it might be akward for us to be stuck like that, and tried pulling away, though was quickly reminded we were still stuck together. Pinkie noticed the problem and laughed, picking us onto her back and walking us outside, followed by Sweetiebelle.

"Now you three wait right there and ill get us all nice and shiny!" She said as she set us down in the grass running off to get something to wash us off.

"We need to get to school as soon as we get this stuff off", Sweetiebelle said, though i wasn't really paying attention again. Looking into Applebloom's eyes, i decided that fake dating her for a day would be easy to accept. Not because of how she looked though, it just seemed fun to hang out with her alone for once.

Snapping out of the staring contest we were having, i tried again to push us apart, but the stupid syrup just stuck us closer together. After a while i noticed Applebloom blushing again and looking at me funny.

"What?" I asked

She blinked a bit then looked away,"nothin, you just got some flatjack on your cheek."

"Really? Where?"

"Well, don't move, ah'll get it". Leaning a bit to the side, she licked my cheek softly and quickly then pulled back, smiling happily.

Out of instinct i pulled back a bit, my face hot, "You could have warned me you were gonna do that!" I grumbled as if i were annoyed, though in the back of my mind i wished the crumb was bigger.

"Well it's not like ah can just wipe it off with my hoof!" She yelled, making us look at our hooves that were attached to eachother from our previous struggle to escape.

Out of the corner of my eye, i could see Sweetiebelle try to wipe some of the syrup from her face, but now had her hooves stuck to her head. "Where's Pinkie with the cleanup stuff?"

"Well it seemed you girls got in a sticky situation!" An all too familiar and annoying voice said from behind me.

"What do you want?" I asked the voice that sounded too much like diamond tiara for it not to be. Looking around, fighting the syrup stuck to my neck, my suspicions turned out to be right.

"Oh, just walking to school when i noticed you three losers, so i figured i had some time to say hello. I was also wondering what you were doing for hearts and hooves day... Heh, you girls could find a date as easily as a Cutiemark!" To that she laughed, though it also reminded me of a way to get the last laugh.

"Well, Applebloom and I have dates, were both going out on hearts and hooves day to... somewhere" we didn't yet plan a place or a time, but i figured we'd get to that at recess.

"Oh really, both of you are going out with someone at the excact same time and place?" She smiled and looked evilly at me. "Well i call your bluff, who would even date you two anyway?"

You couldn't guess it's the pony I'm pasted to?

"I'll give you a hint: the pony has a country accent and red eyes." I said, making it as obvious as possible by looking at the answer with as friendly as a look as i could make, which wasnt too hard.

She thought for a moment before answering "Big Macintosh?"

Sweet Celestia she's an idiot.

"Big Mac has green eyes! She means me!" Applebloom said, looking straight into my eyes to make it seem she was trying to see my brain. "Ya do mean me, right?"

Before i could respond, there was a blast of water as strong as a waterfall that had decided to change to attack mode. The aquarush left me sliding down into diamond tiara and Applebloom off into the sugarcube corner stairs. Sweetiebelle swiftly and elegantly faceplanted into a tree.

After a few seconds of spinning, screaming and pushing (or hitting, matters on who's reading) diamond tiara as far away as possible, i was able to regain my balance and rise, drenched but free of the syrup previously restricting my movements, which made me a bit happier.

Diamond tiara wasnt so happy. She stood with a face of pure hate and slimy makeup washing down her face, huffing and puffing as the big bad wolf should. "What was that?! Who ruined my makeup just before school?"

The questioned was answered by the sight of pink pony equipped with a canon that was dripping with water. "Sorry, but there was too much shipping going on".

"Shipping?", I asked,"We aren't on a boat, so what does that mean?!" At that moment a bell rang at the edge of ponyville, a fairly loud bell considering we were in the middle of town. I was starting to get tired of having life interrupt my questions.

"Oh no, We're gonna be late for class!" Sweetiebelle yelled, but didn't get a lot of moving herself considering her horn had stuck in the tree on impact.

As me and Applebloom started to tug our friend out of the tree, diamond tiara trotted away, not wanting to confront Pinkie on the matter of time and that Pinkie was refilling the canon in some new materials. Sweetiebelle's head popped out of the oak, sending my companions down the hillside, but I wasn't really paying attention, watching Pinkie shove random cleaning stuff into the cannon. The multi-use weapon was now full of mops, brooms, Colty Cleans spray and tons of assorted soaps were tossed in and started to bubble like a gypsy's brew.

"Uh, Pinkie? What are you doing?"

"Need to clean up the store somehow, right?! I could add more brooms, but last time i tried that a cupcake was speared to the wall, though it was a really yummy in your tummy cupcake still!"

"Is shooting a cannon indoors a good idea?" I asked, but never got my answer AGAIN due to the ring of the bell. "Oh no, hurry up Applebloom!"

"Comming!" She shouted, her and Sweetiebelle running to the scooter's wagon.

"Sorry about the mess, Pinkie." Sweetiebelle said as they hopped into the blue wagon.

"It's alright!" Pinkie chirpped,"i was the one who gave you girls the syrup to start with, have fun at school, and don't forget to come back for more flatjacks later, oky doky?!"

We all said our farewells and i accelerated us towards the schoolhouse, sure to be late

(Z/G) class, bronies and crappy jokes

Oh my god why won't he shut the fuck up?! Zaanne complained in my head.

Not sure, but when he does, I'm fairly certain the world won't change from his speech. I continued to ignore my papa's rant about Obama being satanist as i listened to music through my headphones. A bouncy and chirpy song about Pinkie being a gypsy danced through my head, bringing an instant smile to my face, something most songs, or anything at all, can do.

So what's new at school? zaanne asked, as if he cared. He was just reasonably trying to distract us from anything but the gypsy bard, which was a thank on his part. You finished your homework, Sonny?

I don't do homework at home, and since it was the weekend i didn't do crap. looking out the window, there wasn't much to see. Besides the highway full of random cars and diesels, there was nothing but plains for farming, though nothing will grow in February, even if it was already 80°F and only 7:45 in the morning.

"-and the meteor is said to fly by Dallas. I'm sure your teacher would be more than happy to let you go out and see it." My sister said from behind me, breaking me out of my ignorant state.

"Won't it look like a spaceship?" I asked, since i could never see the difference between a spaceship in flight and a burning chunk of ice.

"Actually, this one is shown to give off green fire due to some stuff in it, so it doesn't look anything like a space ship" my sister pointed out. "It's an unknown ice like element though, so I can't tell you what it is. There could be some metals that can burn green though, but it'd need to be on the outer layer of it, which would be impossible for metal to stay on this ice."

You don't say? I thought as I paused the music to listen up, picturing how it might look. Green ice? Sounds more like a crystal, like supermans house.

Was his house ice or crystal? Zaanne asked And wouldn't the green crystal not be good for superman?

That's kryptonite, not just any crystal, and I figure it's just a metal from another planet stored in the ice.

Ooohh, alieny Zaanne said. Ask the encyclopedian bitch if there's alien life on there.

I asked Tristen what Zaanne told me, without cussing, and she responded, "Aliens don't exist, and it's too hot for anything to be alive. Nobody knows how the ice is withstanding the heat."

Probably because it's in green, Zaanne pointed out. maybe it's poison and will hit the earth and cause a plague on you fuckers

It might have metal on it as well, which is chemically fusing with the fire to give off a green flame.

Meh, we'll just have to see what it is.

"We're here, get your stuff and hurry off" papa said as he parked at the schools kindergarten entrance.

The school was fairly small for having a high school in it, being about 20 feet tall at most and about half a football field in area, most of that being the basketball room, or gym. The schools structure was pretty much four cement pillars in each corner of the main room, the gym, having the classrooms pressed into the walls like a baby giant's shelf.

The high school classes were on the second floor of the building, which had a hole through the wall for people to watch basketball games from the hallway a story high. As for the walls that weren't open, there was paper covering most of one wall with huge words yelling "DO IT FOR NOAH!!!", Noah being some guy that got bullied so much he committed suicide.

Another wall was mainly empty besides the stairs that lead to the science lab and a board full of random papers like "sign up for the talent show!" And "are you up for the challenge?" Having a picture of some girl that got killed in a school attack a few years ago, making the school more depressed than motivated.

The last wall had nothing but the school symbol, a blue eagle with "Advantage" under it in bold, and one of the basketball hoops with the other hanging in the air.

At this time, the kindergarteners were getting lined up to go to their classes under the ground as they do every day. I told my brother my farewell as he sprinted off to his classmates. My sister had waited in the van again so less people would be around to question her pregnancy, which left me and zaanne alone to walk to class, besides the hundred kids rushing around, trying to beat the bell. I was in no rush, so I went upstairs and strolled into algebra, hearing the students yell and laugh from a few yards away.

For a class of an estimated 15 students, they sure know how to keep you from getting to your seat. As for today, they seemed to be all piled in one area, taking chairs from other desks to all sit in a group around some guy. The commotion was fairly incomprehensive but it was obvious they were asking questions, which meant the poor ring leader was either crying and they were comforting him by raising his anxiety through the roof, or he was new to the school, most likely both.

Avoiding that group, i sat with my usual friends, which consisted of Kenneth, an African American kid that always wore a furry black jacket and Jacob, who was pretty much neon white, and mainly known for his sideburns.

Seriously, his sideburns are probably the only reason he's known outside of me and Kenneth. They were perfect rectangles, spiking out the bottom, extremely dark brown and sooo didn't match his hair, which was gelled down, bowled strangely flat compared to mine. Kenneth was known for having a more famous girl named Michela always being around him and him being strangely smart in most classes besides algebra. I never really considered how they got any fame.

As for me, i was more infamous for being... well, that guy thanks to the mix of A.D.H.D., Aspergers Syndrone and the brony thing.

I was the only brony in high school at the time, the only other being some 8th grader with an obsession over Applejack.

Sitting down next to Jacob, i placed my stuff down next to me only to have my binder expectedly taken by Kenneth, who sat behind Jacob, and began to grab some paper out and pass it around to us, starting math. I pulled out some pencils and handed two mechanical ones to them, since they were going to ask anyway.

"Hey Jaykey," i asked, still unsure why i call him that, "who's the new kid?"

Jacob looked over at me, obviosly being affected by the Monday plague, "No clue." he huffed, laying his head back down to sleep.

I figured Kenneth would have the same answer so i got up, grabbed my binder from him and snuck over to the new person.

Give him the creeper approach, Monday treat Zaanne suggested in my head.

Sounded like a fun idea to me, so i slowed down my walking and crept closer. You haven't seen "creeper" until you've seen a 200 pound teen with greasy, curly hair give you a full sized, double chinned Jack Douglass creeper face. Hiding behind two fluffy Mexican teens, I started the creeper face and got a look at who i was dealing with.

The new kid was fairly athletic looking, skinny yet muscular at the same time. His hair was slick and spiked forward, glowing fire red in the fluorescent lighting. He was holding on to a bag, a typical blue backpack, to his chest as the students swarmed him, interrogating and waiting for him to answer, each time people got all giggly since his voice had a cute British accent added with each word.

I stood there waiting until he saw me, and that's when everyone else saw me too. Almost all of my classmates jumped, including him, who probably was anxious to begin with.

I couldn't help but laugh, which just made it creepier. Most of my laughs just sound like high pitched, maniacle laughter. I hopped back to let the ones who flinched regain their heads and start yelling at me, making me laugh more.

Like i said, I'm that guy.

"Seriously Gabriel, what's your problem!?" Wyatt, the "act tough" one, complained.

I couldn't think of what to say so i just responded with "kool aid" and set my attention back to the new fella, "hello, human!" I chirped as if i weren't one.

"Uhh... Hello?" He asked, still trying to retreat from my attention. "Who are you"

"I'm me, and you must be you, so hi you!" god i sound like an idiot, lol

..... What? Lol? Why the hell would you say that?! Zaanne yelled.

And once again I sound stupid

"No, what's your name?" He asked, slightly agitated now.

"Oh right, my name's Gabriel, but you can call me what everyone else calls me, gabe. Well that and faggot." I said before giggling stupidly to myself, switching from a Bo Burnham joke to a Jar-Jar reference. "Now, whosa are yousa?"

You can't do Jar Jar, dude, only Jar Jar can do Jar Jar.

Dude? And I'm the one with stupid words?

"It's Rayden, or just Ray" he replied, still giving me the priceless looks of confusion.

"Well nice ta meet ya! Welcome to advantage academy, where they act like we learn! Why are you stuck here?"

Before he could respond my teacher called for Ray to sign some papers for him, so we both departed, but not before seeing his hand. There was a not so interesting ring on it, unless you understood it's meaning. It was just a simple plastic ring, maybe cost 50 cents in a toy slot thing. The interesting part was the dark red lightning bolt, barely cut and held on by a poorly made bouncy like wings spray painted gold.

If I were just any less of a brony, I wouldn't have thought twice of it, but now that I saw it I had about three times as many questions as the others.

"Loyalty eh?" I asked, catching his attention. Guessing he's a closet brony eh? If so that's fairly brave of him to wear that.

Guessing you're canadian, eh?

He looked back to me as i remembered i was still holding the binder. Showing it to him, I'm pretty sure his eyes grew three sized that day, anime style. "We'll talk about her later, got stuff to do", he said before walking to the teacher.

We spent the rest of our classes working, not alot of talking and alot of dozing off due to the day. After 6th period my head was buzzing from constant teachers who didnt appreciate me sleeping in some classes or running in circles for no reason, just random spurts of energy that i needed to take care of before i went even more phyco.

Zaanne had the better end of it all, since he can sleep as much as he wants in my head.

I don't really see how Pythagorean theorem is gonna help me become a comedian, I thought as he woke up.

Well once you start making your own jokes you can do what you want.

I do make my own jokes! i thought, hard to express anger if it's in your head.

tell me one then, see if i laugh

I thought for a moment before responding, so these two ponies walk in a bar.

Yeah?

Kidding, they trot!

... That was the stupidest thing i have ever heard.

Well not as stupid as our congress, I retorted. So what if the joke was republican, it's unexpected so it's virtuous.

After a small pause he responded, shit that's stupidly good, though he didn't sound very happy. I jogged to science, nowhere near late but i needed to take out some energy.

As of walking into my science teachers room, you could tell from the lack of papers that we were gonna have some fun. Instead of packets or premade notes, there was a small telescope and a map, apparently showing the solar systems orbit with multiple objects.

This is a weird setup for biology, Zaanne said, not at all complaining.

Then my science teacher came out. He was the perfect golfing grandpa figure, with the thin white hair, wrinkled eyes and tacky 60's clothes. His favorite club, i think a driver, was set up above the labratory door, giving perfect angle to give your head a whole in one if it fell.

"Hi Mr. Sanders! What are we gonna do today?" I asked, as if i had to.

"Well if you didn't hear, there's a mysterious meteor that we're gonna observe today, glows green for no reason", he said, "There's no shown chemical in it that we know of that burns green like it does, though many substances do emit green photons when hit by a heat source."

I didn't know why i cared so much over it's molecular structure but i continued to listen, fascinated by the meteor for no good reason. "Is there any way we can gather this new element for research?"

Before he could answer there was a booming noise far away, faint but noticeable. "That would be our ball, lets take a swing shall we?"

Ok, that was cheesy as hell Zaanne appropriatly moaned.

Agreed, let's go watch crap go boom

(S) schools out!

As the day normally went by, i decided to plan out my week instead of studying for my test, again. I also got to have a fun time laughing at Diamond Tiara since she had her face covered in about six pounds of makeup that ran down and around her face from the water assault.

As funny as it was, i did wonder how the makeup wasn't completely wiped when the super soaker cleared three other fillies covered in syrup.

Finally, after a few hours of doing work for stuff we didnt really need to know about, the lunch/recess bells rang to signify half an hour of freedom, most of the time spent to eat. We departed outside to start our lunch, or play on the swings if we were to finish.

Applebloom, Sweetiebelle and i got together at the usual tree that we always ate at and began to do such. After about three silent minutes of eating bland hay sandwiches, Sweetiebelle was the first to start conversation.

"So, what are you doing for your date?" She asked, looking to Applebloom for her suggestion.

"Well, what do you wanna do scoots?" She said, directing my attention from snails, who was at the time getting his horn stuck in a tree again. That seems to happen alot to unicorns.

I did a little bit of thinking and said,"I dunno, it's not a serious date so we shouldn't waste alot of bits on it, maybe we can go to sugarcube corner for something? Sweetiebelle, you're the one with dating knowledge, what should we do?"

She shuffled and responded, "I don't have alot of 'knowledge' in it, Rarity just showed me the basics," she said, "but since you're going with Applebloom, why not go somewhere apple related, like Sweet Apple Acres?"

Applebloom didn't seem to want that. "Ah don't think that's a good idea," she said, "ah live there so it's not really too special a place at all to go to, and ah don't know how kindly they would take to me going out with a filly."

"Why would they care about that?" I asked, slightly confused.

"From what Rarity told me, Applejack is a lesbian." Sweetiebelle brought up, almost too subtlely

So THAT'S what it's called!

"SHE IS!?" We both asked quite loudly, though most ponies were more focused on things like passing hearts and hooves cards and getting snails out of a tree to care about our outbursts.

"That's what Rarity told me. She pointed out that she's always with Rainbowdash and seems to stare at her alot, with Rainbow doing the same back. If what Rarity says is true, it seems that both of your sisters have a secret crush on each other."

"WHAT??!!" We both said in pure unison. Why was I just now hearing of this?!

My sis likes mares? That's probably the most interesting thing I never knew about her. Who would have thought that the pony with the rainbow hair and tomboyish voice would be into girls?!

Applebloom seemed to be more shocked than I. She just sat on the tree trunk and stared off, mouth half open in a puzzled way.

About a minute of akward silence later, she started smiling to herself for some reason. "Are you ok", Sweetiebelle asked.

"Just fine, but there is something ah kinda want to say now before the date now, but promise not to laugh!" She asked.

"Promise, now what's up?" I asked.

"Well, about the whole applejack thing and having a date with Scootaloo thing..."

"Yeeeesss???" We asked

She blushed, glanced in my direction stuttered quickly, "A-Ahm also into fillies!"

After a small silence i decided to speak up with the wisest words i could muster."Ok"

"Ok? Ya have no problem with me liking fillies?" She asked, now with a huge grin on her face.

"Well, what's wrong with being a lesbian", Sweetiebelle asked "there are many mares and fillies that feel the same way! Besides your two sisters, alot of mares here are homosexual due to the low population of stallions near Ponyville,"

Ok, why does Sweetie Belle know so much about this, she's like, what, 9? Rarity talks too much, i thought to myself, adding two new long words to the 'use later' file in my brain.

"When did ya learn that?" Apple Bloom asked for me.

"Rarity told me." she responded, which cleared up her abundant knowledge into relationship status, and proved myself right "She said that of her friends, only her and Fluttershy are 100% straight, though Pinkie is bi."

Even for a filly she knows abit more than i would expect. And why is Rarity even passing secrets to Sweetiebelle like that? Seems kinda mean. No, not mean... creepy at least.

"What's bi mean?" I asked, but got no response since she was more focused on Applebloom.

"Should we be talkin about other ponies without knowing if there ok with it?" Applebloom asked.

"Oh, what's a little gossip gonna do to anypony?" Sweetie asked.

"Why don't we ask Gabby Gums?" Applebloom answered, bringing up a touchy subject.

"Oh, great idea!" Sweetiebelle chirped "'hey gabby, is gossip an ok thing every now and then?'"

"We're not gabby anymore." Applebloom grumbled.

"You made the name."

"You made the papers."

"We ALL made the papers!"

I figured if best stop their useless quarrel before it gets bad. "Uh, girls?" I interrupted, "I don't think arguing is the best idea."

"Why not?" Applebloom asked, now fairly irritated.

"Well, consider that when we argue, bad things seem to happen. Remember discord?"

"Nah, we were just in the wrong place at the wrong time" sweetie answered," he was prabobly gonna break out sooner or later anyway, as the princess told us"

Remembering Celestia explaining what happened after the distorted ponyville incident, I couldn't say much against it. "Yeah, that guy is untamable, he will probably stay evil and enstoned forever now though", i said as a pretty pink butterfly landed on my foreleg.

Hey, why is there a butterfly in winter?

"When is the next snow day gonna be, Scoots?" Applebloom asked after noticing the bug.

"Hmm? Rainbow dash said it will snow over hearts and hooves day, should start around 3:00." I answered as it caught some wind and flew towards fluttershy's cottage in the distance.

"Ohhh, that will look beautiful in the night!" Sweetiebelle started, "with all the lights and the snow It will be so romantic and cute and-"

After about 2 minutes of girly adjectives that i didn't need to hear, Applebloom rose her forehoof to sweetie's face to shut her up.

"Yeah, ok. Hey Scootaloo, can we talk later?"

"Sure" i said, unsure of her intentions, "what do you wanna talk about?"

"About the date, i need to tell you something before we go." She answered with an earnest look.

"The straight look is being ruined by the bow, you know," I said "makes you look more cute than serious"

She blushed, looking up at the pink bow tied to her hair and losing whatever serious mannerism she had. "y-you think ah look cute?" She asked, her southern accent getting quieter.

"Yeah, what's not cute about you?" I sat up from the tree root i was laying on to get a better look of her. The focus of the chat moved from sarcasm to something else. As usual, she looked great. Her whole body had perfect shape, from her shiny red hair to her strong legs from working on the farm. Her bright face had the sweet hint of scarlet across the top of her cheeks, which significantly added to her beauty. ~wait... What am i thinking?~

Sweetiebelle looked back and forth between us, then seemed to begin a intense thinking stage, with one hoof under her chin and the other making pictures in the air that were either hearts or bad stars. After about 2 minutes of me staring at Applebloom, Applebloom staring at me and Sweetiebelle weirdly spacing out, her eyes lit up as if she apparently learned something new by just looking at us. "Oooohhhhh. I get it now!" She said, breaking my 85% concentration on Applebloom.

"Get what?" I asked, clueless to her outburst. Applebloom seemed to understand her though, as she began waving her arms in a "shut up" kind of way.

Suddenly the sky behind Sweetiebelle flared a small, neon green light in the sky, slowly flying toward us.

"It's that Applebloom li-" that's all she said before before the sky glowed green. The thing sped closer, increasing the tempature of the air enough to melt what snow there was, and soared into the school bell. As it hit, it sent an extreme shock wave that knocked everypony who was standing a good meter back. The ground changed to the tree's trunk as the force blasted me into the bark. Sweetiebelle bounced next to the tree and tumbled downhill. Applebloom almost had the same fate as sweetie, but i caught her hindleg on her backflip.

The world shook as an explosion hit the earth, shaking so much that i couldn't see anything. After a strong ten seconds of an ear basting ring from something hard hitting the bell at full speed, my vision came back to full strength. Letting go of AB, i got a first look of what seemed to be the coolest non rainbowdash thing in my life.

The entire school had been blasted to peices. Wooden planks shot out from everywhere, random school supplies scattered everywhere. The sky had grown darker as i watched smoke rise from the school. The weirdest part though was the fire, seeing as how it was forest green, with very little yellow and blue at the crests. From what my teacher told me, that shouldnt make sense. green is the mix of yellow and blue, but only with pigments. These flames were dancing as if being painted instead of just illuminated, with the colors swirling around like that.

Every so often, ominous shock waves came from the center of the wreckage, each causing a stupid action,, each more random than the last. First a wave of pure green light shot out, covering me in... Was that glitter? Then, after a minute, literal water waves squirted out, dowsing us instead of the green inferno, then drying immediately due to the heat.

Applebloom took a scan around the area as she got up. "Wait," She said, walking up next to me, "Where's Ms. Cheerily?"

"She was inside the school still!" I called over a sea of rock music. Even with the green fire everywhere, my entire body became cold. In the middle of the wreckage, i could just see her body through the smoke, and it didnt look very good. Our teacher was stuck, wedged between some support beams. She was still breathing, but seemed to be having trouble finding air. Just ten feet above her, the bell was set on some roof parts. There was a gaping hole in the side of the brass shell. Unfortunantly, the fire was hitting the sides of the bell's support, showing weakness to the flame.

"We have to help her! I yelled as another green wave shot from the crashed... Thingy. This time, chickens flew everywhere and scattered in fear of the flames.

"It's too dangerous, the roof's gonna collapes!" Applebloom yelled.

"Yeah, and it's gonna collapse on our teacher if we don't save her!"

She nodded to silently agree to that, and we both galloped into the fire.

Author's Notes:

So... Sweetiebelle has supreme knowledge of shipping...

(Z/G) we beat me up (and stuff goes boom)

As we rushed outside, we considered the options of what jokes to say once we got there. How about a big green booger?

Nah it's too stupid, Yoda farts were better

We discussed that pointless subject until we exited the building and saw the sky. First off, it was green, Skies aren't normally green, are they? Second, there was a green rock flying straight towards the building, pulsating with more of the color, splitting into it's primary colors as if it were a moving painting, blue and yellow spilling out of the back. It wasn't gaseous at all, just a giant green fire flying into the atmosphere.

We watched as it started flying closer, changing from a petal to a golf ball to the moon, lighting the whole sky from blue to aqua to green. After about six seconds of thinking and calculating, i realized that the school wasnt the best place to be inside. Maybe a bomb shelter. "Get the students out of the school!" I yelled to Mr. Sanders.

He seemed to agree with me and ran inside, yelling at us to run away. His commands went in one ear and out the other.

Dude, don't. That meteor will be here in like five minutes, there's more humans anyway! Zaanne complained as I started running to the school. The other kids started a paniced stampede out of the blast zone, pulling ray along with them.

I don't care if you care about humans, I can't just sit here and expect a 70 year old to get up the stairs in five minutes! by the time i got to the door, i had about 13 of the 16 students yelling at me to get back. Ray was just staring at me, probably confused on what i was doing.

I was tempted to yell back "Gotta go to the bathroom!" As if that were a reasonable excuse to go into my school on point of it's inevitable destruction, but instead i silently opened the glass doors and snuck in to help my least favorite high school.

As i charged to the stairs, Mr. Sanders got sight of me and started hollering to go back outside. He had already collected the kindergarteners from the basement, which would have been a good place if it were a tornado. Problem was this one would probably just kill them, even if we were hiding under cement. Pompeii would not come to me today.

It's amazing how fast you can run up the stairs when people might die. I began opening the doors and yelling at people "IT'S GONNA HIT THE SCHOOL!!!" Since the intercom had already said that there would be a meteor flying over us. Why nobody hit the fire alarm is completely above me.

I had told the last class to get out before the noise of screams came from outside, signaling the meteors income. Running to an open wall, i saw the school roof glow red, then green. The roof itched itself in lines, like a cyborg roof, then exploded. Light blinded me instantly as a shockwave blasted me into the wall, shattering any sence i previously had.

It took a good three minutes for me to get my thoughts and vision back, Zaanne regaining speech Holy fuck, what was that?!

I couldn't look straight at it since it was still glowing too brightly, but i could see that it wasnt rock, or metal. It was a pure green crystal, as Tristen had said, with bits of it laying everywhere. After a few more seconds it sent a wave of energy, changing what i could see to green.

Trying too look at it, i realized from the shadows around me were the only visible things, glowing green in negative lighting. "Night vision?" I asked myself as another wave shot out, bringing the lights back to normal.

After a few more waves and more random things, like the walls turning into daggers and two little rock things crawling out of the crystal as if it were syrup, i realized that i was on one of the only standing parts of the school, aside from mr sanders lab and a few classes, suspended by weak pillars

We need to get off, don't we? Zaanne asked, as if I weren't going to. To my left, there was a mound of rubble that seemed sturdy enough to walk on, to my right, one of those things that had came out of the crystal started walking towards me, also having a crystal like imorphous structure. It began changing shape until it became... Me.

He looked like a perfect copy of me, the messy curls of hair, the chubby face, the muscles that seemed too powerful for a couch potato (oh I'm not being cocky). The only difference being glowing emerald-like eyes and he looked like he was about done with the world he just landed on. Pure fear filled my head, telling me that Zaanne wasn't happy to see our new guests.

Aliens? In 2013? Interesting. Kill it please.

Why? It's not doing anything bad. I said. It seemed to read my thoughts as it punched the outer wall. The entire hall glowed green and exploded, reveling the outside. The kids were running as fast as they could to... Anywhere but where i was. I was alone besides Zaanne and the clone walking towards me.

That's some bad alieny shit there! Zaanne shouted.

lets try talking to him. Ok, not my brightest idea, but I was curious.

Ok, tell him 'Hola seres de la roca que brilla intensamente, tenemos el placer de conocerte' I had no clue what he had said.

"Yeah, no" I said aloud, grabbing his attention.

Immediatly he started talking in my voice, with chilling coolness. "Hello, who are you?" He spoke, giving me shivers when he spoke in one of the only voices I've known my whole life, spoke by a complete stranger. Much worse that it was my own.

"I-I'm Gabriel. Why did you punch the wall? Are you ok?" I asked shakily. I tend to get caring at bad times. As soon as I said that, the other rock like thing that i completely forgot about grabbed my arms from behind, full Nelson style. He began to change and become me as well, but his voice is what creeped me the most.

"We're just here to explore, we like new people" he spoke next to me, giving me the deepest chills as he talked in Zaanne's voice, which was more of a brash and cocky feel "new people to copy and become"

H-how the hell did he do that!? Zaanne stuttered. When you scare Zaanne, you've done well.

It is not too hard sir, we copy you. Anything you show, we can preform. the thing spoke in my head, scaring me more than needed. Our ship crashed here from it's engine breaking off on our scanning trip to that rock you call Titan, about a week ago. lucky we found your destination so quickly!

So... An attack on Titan? Zaanne questioned

"Close enough", Gabe2 said

"Then how did we know of your coming from a few weeks ago?" I yelled, losing my caring touch, "Astronomers can't tell what you are flying either. Who are you?!"

"That's unimportant, for now we need someone to extract for information of this world to create another, for we will make the ultimate world!" Zaanne2 shouted, getting closer to me. "Are we done with questions?" not a thing to ask after making that kind of confrontation.

I didn't know what he was talking about, making new worlds and such. This was the only world that had oxygen, so if they scanned that they'd be about 50% ready to build a planet, but with no inhabitants? Also if they scanned me for a world, they would just make a weird version of equestria. Not exactly the "ultimate world".

Scanned probably wasn't the best word for it, but i can't think of a better one. Absorbed isn't right and take in sounds wrong.

Suddenly i realized i better do something before i get killed, or scanned and take the chance of losing my memory again. Luckily Zaanne was there to tell me what to do.

"One more. Do you know battle technics yet?" I asked. Seeing the meteor's shockwave comming, i jumped up and planted my feet on the copy's face, kicking up again to backflip over the other. With his grip broken, he spun to try and grapple me again, but was met by a fist to the chest, knocking him back into his friend. Being me, they were far more than clumsy and heavy enough to be knocked over eachother in the next wave, putting everything in slow motion, making them take their time trying trying to kill me.

As they took their time trying to get back up i chimed slowly, "Maccaroni", running to the window area in the wall and jumping out.

Maybe jumping out of a story high window into a flaming building wasn't the best idea. I hit the ground rolling, safe enough, but my shirt caught on fire so i patted that out quickly. Zaanne was explaining me the plan, to get to the crystal ship and try deactivating it to see if the aliens would stop working. At least take out the shockwaves.

The plan was inturupted when they hopped down to me, meeting me halfway to the ship. "Where do you think you're going?" Zaanne2 asked, adding Zaanne's tinge of annoyance.

"Uhh... Around..." I began the other way as another shockwave hit, shooting a blue flame ring in every direction. As it hit them, they started slapping at their new clothes like i had with the previous flame. After a confused look when the fire didn't actually affect us, they focused their attention back to me, which wasn't what i wanted.

I ran to Mr. Sanders lab.

I rushed through the classroom, the aliens pretty far behind me. It looked nothing like his class, which was on fire at the time. Blue walls surrounded the room, with two rows of bar tables That had sinks and gas things placed in them for his science fun stuff (got a better name?). His lab was safe for now, but heat and smoke filled the roof. He held many chemicals that did not go well with heat, and he stored those in a big red box saying "DO NOT SET ON FIRE" In bold, as if anyone in their right mind were to set it on fire. Luckily i wasn't in my right mind, i was in my left. Taking the only thing i knew about science, i snatched a bottle that had random words on it. My eyes burned in the smoke but i was able to make out:

"Magnesium, reactions to fire may cause blindness"

That's simple as fuck, Zaanne said. I was quickly getting sick of his language. It was about 20 grams, which I thought is enough to cause a small sun, or make pretty fireworks, or not work at all.

When I looked back, they were there, eyeing me devilishly, as if playing with me now. There was a second exit, which led to the crash scene, problem was they were already there, the green fire following them, gaining speed as they hopped over desks and pushed aside chairs.

"... Crap". I opened the lid to the metallic material, which were small pebbles used for giving a neat light show, only they were so bright under fire that you weren't supposed to look straight at it.

As they got closer, the fire erupted inside, glowing the room a forest green above the blue painted walls. If i stayed near the chemicals, chances are I'd suffocate from their fumes or desinigrate, and the aliens would take me and most likely scan my brain to finish their copying, which would be bad. They had already scanned Zaannes voice, the closest guy i know, and that pissed me off more.

One stopped a foot from me, fire passing around them harmlessly. It took abit of nerve to not push them back screaming, but i stood still, and waited for both to surround me. Foolishly they cornered me, the fire now melting the chemicals box, pouring out red smoke slowly. I had about ten seconds before the fire melted through into the flammable crap, so i poured the magnesium and closed my eyes.

At first, nothing. Then the ground started to heat, signaling the fire had come to my legs. I ran and squinted my eyes for a second to see the aliens, grab their shirts and toss them behind me. They tumbled again and stood to probably become blinded, since i heard screaming and even could see the glow of red through my eyelids as i went out the door.

"That wasn't too hard" i told myself as i slid down some debris to walk to the ship. I hadn't realized the fireworks seared my pants and probably burned my legs, but i had other things to worry about. Before i could look over the crater that the meteor made, another shockwave went through, and i suddenly couldn't control my body.

I watched as i held my hand out, apparently testing the new movements, then an all too familiar voice spoke up. At first i thought it was the alien but realized it was much more interesting.

"fuck yeah", Zaanne, or I, smirked cockily, "let's do this shit."

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The wall exploded a few seconds later as the aliens stumbled out of the lightshow, puffing out red smoke from their lungs and stumbling on eachother dizzily, trying to cough out the poison that they had apparently inhaled. Zaanne was there to meet them.

"Sup faggots," he shouted in minorly lewd aggression, "done fucking each other or did you just get tired of Gabe's shitty fireworks?" The feeling of the cuss words left a bad taste in my mouth, but i couldn't control that. I wanted to tell him to stoop blabbering and get away, but I figured he'd just attack anyway.

After a moment's confusion, gabe2 responded, "what is this 'fucking' you speak of?" I laughed and realized that my voice just echoed throughout my head, like Zaanne's voice does, or used to.

"looks like I'm in charge for now" He said, apparently not used to needing to keep words in certain places, like in his head. He started a run at the aliens. I guessed that they copied my previous trick, since they tried punching at Zaanne's chest, only to be blocked by a hand. In less than a few seconds, Zaanne had side flipped one over his shoulder and was starting to the other, who still seemed to be affected by the smoke. A clean kick to the chest made him fall back, ridding him of his problem in a huge puff of red that Zaanne hopped from.

He let them fumble back up and look to us maddly, as if WE were the bad guys. Apparently they didn't like being messed around with, since one punched the ground, causing the floor about 3 meters in diameter to glow like the wall and explode. He walked out of the new engulfed crater like nothing happened.

The other had began to charge, sticking his fist out. Zaanne hopped to the side, foot out, and swung his leg at the alien. There was a squeak at contact that only i could make from a sharp inhale, and the alien crumpled. Apparently he was new to being kicked in the stomach, or having one at all.

Thing 1 and 2 realigned next to eachother after he got back up. Now standing shoulder to shoulder, they paced around us like tigers on the hunt, even growling at us, until we were flanked, stumbling and moaning the whole way, then they charged again, comming at full speed, their fists glowing as they charged another boom punch.

This time we both had the same great idea. Zaanne let them get about a foot away then jumped, somehow gaining the air to hop over one, missing a bad headbut by a few inches, and let them crash fists into eachother. As soon as they hit, they both glowed green before a flash of light hit, knocking everyone back. Since they got the most impact they rocketed into the remaining walls, the building peices collapsing on them.

Me and Zaanne were thrown a few feet back, sliding safely on the gym floor, but our shirt was ripped so much it eventually was just a peice of cloth, which Zaanne put in our pocket. Our pants seemed just singed from the chemistry lesson. We weren't at all injured, but we looked like we had just slid through a chimney. Our body was coated in black stuff from the ashes and smoke everywhere, my hair was almost pitch black from all the soot around the place. The smoke burned in our eyes, though it seemed to be filtered quickly through the holes everywhere.

Holes were kind of an understatement. The school was a mess, all that was left was a blue eagle on the floor, never to fly out. The sun shown brightly everywhere, with absolutely no walls left. The school had became a pile of debris, and the only ones to blame looked exactly like me.

After about 20 seconds later, another shockwave hit, flipping me back to having control over myself.

That was THE GREATEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN!!!!

The aliens seemed they were not gonna (Texan, i'll say gonna if i wanna say gonna) get back up anytime soon after their meetup with the REAL Zaanne. I figured Zaanne gave them a good enough peice of America to initialize 'dont fuck with texas... Or the other 49 states... Or Canada.... Or, know what, just don't fuck with the earth, we do it enough to ourselfs'.

getting to the meteor as quickly as i could i noticed it was not something i would like to fly.

It seemed to have cooled itself and was showing to be impossible to hold anyone, being about the size of a smart car and shooting jagged spikes everywhere, reflecting blue, yellow and green light across the floor. It glowed deeply with a strange energy, making me think of all things at once for some reason.

Every memory that i have recovered and made sprang into my head so quickly that i had to sit down. It seemed to be scanning my entire brain. Every thought, every imagination, fantasy or emotion was scanned into it, filling the crystal until it made a loud "DING"

Then it exploded. A flash of light and an ear bleeding BOOM later, and i was weightless, flying several feet, then yards, then meters, away. I'm pretty sure i fell unconceous, but i could still see lights and feel a cold feeling in my chest.

I hit the ground, hard. After awhile of bouncing off the ground and crashing through what i thought were trees, i stopped in what might of been grass.

The heat of the sun spread over me as i laid there, bleeding a lot from unknown areas, prabobly everywhere. Nothing could function correctly, prabobly because nothing would move. Zaanne was groaning as if he got hit in the head by a truck, or fifty trucks. That's all i could think of before i blacked out...

Author's Notes:

I'll fix the capitalization and italisizes once i get a computer, which may be awhile.

(S) breaking waves and reality.

Galloping at what seemed like the speed of light, i still felt like i couldn't get to my teacher fast enough. It wasn't making the situation better that the thing that had crashed continued making things as weird as possible.

After the chickens dissappeared, more random things either came out of it or changed stuff around us, like the trees turning purple or fireworks shooting into the sky, making immorphous shapes as they detonated.

We reached our teacher as the roof started to shake, the bell pleading to dive onto us. Applebloom was prying Ms. Cheerily out of the wood as i pulled her out. She was pretty heavy and unconscious, which made the weight worse. As we tugged her out a large peice of wood fell with a lot of rocks and sticks, apparently some stones that had been previously thrown to the roof. The the wood caught applebloom's tail and rocks pelted all of us.

"Scootaloo! A-Ahm stuck!" She yelled, and i released my teacher to run to her

"I've got you!" I shouted over the fire, trying to lift the wood. No good, it was far too heavy for me.

Smoke poured around us, making us cough uncontrollably. I needed to get everypony out as quickly as possible, before we suffocated. Appleblooms tail was really stuck, and pulling on it wasn't working. Nothing sharp was around to cut it either. I stood for a moment, thinking over what to do. Then another wave hit.

My mind suddenly spun, new ideas came to my head. New theories, thoughts, guesses, plans. I predicted every event of the next 10 minutes. The bell was going to fall at about 6 minutes, the wood was connected to the support, so that would break as the bell fell, giving Applebloom about 1.5 seconds to get out of the way. The shockwaves happened once every minute and lasted about equal the time, having a small knockback as it hit, with the fire getting worse aside each wave. The best bet was to either stop the shockwaves from happening, since that's what seemed to be controlling the fire, stick with Applebloom and Miss Cherrily and try to stop the bell (which was impossible), or leave Applebloom and get my teacher to safety.

That last one wasn't going to happen. Even if it ment dieing, i was NOT going to leave Applebloom. She had too much of a life to fulfill. The way she always strived to get her Cutiemark was amazing, never giving up, even when it seemed pointless.

The more i thought of it, the more i found that i cared for Applebloom more than i did Sweetiebelle, or any other pony. My dad left me, my mom was never there, but Applebloom had always been there, even when Sweetiebelle couldn't.

I am not going to lose Applebloom, we haven't even had our fake date!~ The wave left about ten seconds later, leaving me standing, feeling a new sensation, an urge to protect my friend by any costs. I smiled proudly when i realized that that must have been what Rainbowdash feels like with her friends, especially Applejack.

"Never leave your friends behind." I mumbled to myself.

"Get to the rock and stop the fire! I'll be ok with cheerily, just go!" Applebloom said, apparently having the same hypothesis as me. She seemed to be in bad shape from the rocks that fell on her, which meant she could get more hurt if the wave did so. I nodded and leapt through the flames, yelling to my out-cold teacher to watch her.

The closer i was to the crashed object, the better of a look i could see of it. It was definitely crystal, and it was certainly green, and it was positively not anything I've seen before. Flames danced across the sides of it, but it seemed to be cooling, glowing less from heat than something bright inside of it. The crash had made it sink about ten feet into the dirt and debris, with sharp planks sticking out everywhere like a giant toothpick cup.

I slid down the debris, dodging the planks and catching onto level ground, just above the crystal. It radiated power, showing an intense amount of energy as it shot out a new wave. The closer i got, the more my fur stood on end. This crystal wasn't anything i had ever seen or felt, and it was simply awesome.

That didn't matter to me then. Applebloom was in trouble, and the crystal was making it worse. I figured i had about eight minutes to get the crystal, that i had no knowledge of, to stop firing random stuff from it.

I hopped off the level floor and slid the rest of the way. Before i could touch it, the crystal shimmered, and i felt something go into my head and start bringing all my memories up. A few seconds later i realized the crystal was taking in what i knew, what i have seen and learned, and storing it into itself. I reached out my hoof and touched the crystal gingerly. It was fully cooled and was slick to the feel. As i ran my hoof across it, the feeling of it's info storing stuff stopped and inside glowed a small scene, fully tinted green so i had a hard time making out what i was watching.

It had what i thought was a monkey, but it stood more like Spike, running from what seemed to be two other things following it. There was a flash of light and the thing stood in place, watching as the other two circled him and ran, after another flash of light and the two dissappearing, the thing ran where the camera would be. A final flash and pictures started flying up and in front of the shimmering video. What came up were random things, like butterflies then knives, then what seemed to be a giant key with a full handle, then a tree. It showed close to twenty items, switching from dangerous to peace making.

After a chiming noise, the play glowed and dissappeared, making me realize i lost track of time. There was a bright flash of light then nothing. The meteor was gone, replaced with what seemed to be just a shard. I walked to it and picked it up quickly. I didn't have time to question how that happened or even what just happened, Applebloom needed me.

The waves had stopped and the fire seemed to dissappear with the rest of the crystal, but the bell was still in bad shape. I didn't know how long i was in the pit, staring at a rock, but i figured i didn't have time to slow down. I planted my hooves to the ground, holding the shard in my mouth, and began up the hill.

Applebloom was watching the bell start breaking the weakened support as i came to her, shard in my mouth. Mrs. Cheerily was looking at the Bell, awake now and horrified, not daring to pry the wood off. AB noticed me as the wood finally broke, snapping the wood trapping her. I was still a hundred feet away, never to get there in time. Ms Cheerily screamed and bolted to her, forgetting that the bell was about to toll on them.

Time slowed down. My heartbeat picked up. The only thought in my head was ,save Applebloom.

Immediately the world blurred as i ran, the sides of my wings felt warm and tingly, so i flapped them. One flap and i felt like i was on my scooter, jumping long leaps. Flapping my wings again, i cleared the school in less than a second.

Within the moment the brass death toy started to make a shadow upon her i leaped. beating the bell quick enough to grab Applebloom by the waist. Cheerily grabbing my arm and we rocketed out as the brass hit the ground with the loudest DING, missing my hoof by a centimeter.

I realized too late that i had no way to stop. My hop to get Applebloom was too powerful somehow, and we all sped out like the wind. We flew into the ground and slid into a stop, or more so, as i got up to see, that i caused a five foot area of quaked ground. I knew i should have felt extremely worn out, but i stood on four legs.

Applebloom was laying down, breathing heavily and shaking. Her tail was ripped abit and she was covered in smokey soot, but she seemed okay. I was checking on Cheerily, who also seemed fine, when i remembered the crystal in my mouth.

As i spat it out to the ground, i felt as if i took a fifty mile run in ten minutes and had an elephant sitting on me. All four legs felt like lead and i dropped. Pulling my front leg up, i used all my remaining strength to grab the crystal. Immediately i felt my body surge with power again, so i stood resilient.

I saw Applebloom look up giddly and become wide eyed before passing out, so i looked behind me to the school, making me stare dumbfounded at what i did. The trail i made from the crater to where i was was covered in dark green flames, which glowed brightly before getting cooled off by the winds of February. The weather ponies seemed to be veering off, avoiding the smoke left in the sky, too afraid of it even though the fire was gone. I saw a rainbow mane fly into the cloud of smoke, and in a few quick seconds the smoke imploded, then dissappeared, leaving my favorite pony to hover in the air, scanning the crash scene.

"Rainbow!" I yelled, grabbing her attention. I didn't have anywhere to put the crystal that was giving me my strength, so i held it in my hoof.

She swept down and landed next to me, checking me intently. "Scoots! You ok kid?", She rushed, searching around me for broken bones or cuts, "Just scratches right? Good, brush off, they could be hurt, even with the fire gone." She grabbed my teacher, who still seemed to be in shock, and slumped her in her back. "Get Applebloom", she said, pointing to my scooter, which had itself stuck in a tree that amazingly wasn't destroyed from the explosion.

Applebloom was knocked out when i placed her in the wagon and rode off. Looking at the crystal in my hoof, it seemed to be more than a shard. It was filled with the same glow as the full rock, cut into a rhombus and spiking just slightly out of the middle. I didn't have anywhere to put it still, so i just held onto it as i rode through town to the hospital.

Maybe Twilight will know what to make of it. I thought as I sped up, my wings returning to it's normal strength. The crystal stopped glowing, now looking like an ordinary emerald. Applebloom had slept through the ride, so i parked next to the hospital and placed her on my back carefully, walking us in.

The hospital looked pretty empty, with only about a dozen ponies, which was good considering there had just been an explosion at a kids school (or for any occasion it's good). A random nurse came up to us, seeing our condition i guess made her pretty convinced we were hurt, so she took Applebloom and i followed closely. I kept the shard on me, it made me feel more comforted by holding it.

She escorted us in a waiting room and set Applebloom up in a chair, who was still out of it. She said the waiting time would be about an hour and it looked that she was going to be alright. I thanked her and decided sleeping would be a good idea, so i laid my head next to Applebloom and placed the crystal in my lap. It glowed abit before going back out, so i pulled her closer to me and rested her on my shoulder, though she slid off and her head also fell to my lap.

She seemed comfy enough, besides being covered in dirt and cuts from the rocks and smudgy stuff from the fire. Her hair was swirled around messily, coated black in spots with her bow undone. Her eyes were shut tight and she was nuzzling my belly, mumbling abit, so i figured she wasn't having the best of dreams. I patted her head and rubbed her ears, stringing her hair back and fixing the bow. She smiled abit and stopped moving, so i slouched to the side and fell asleep instantly.

(Z/G) Morgan freeman sets me on fire

Ok, so a few things you should and shouldn't do to not explode. First off, you shouldn't run into a building you know will explode. Second, if there are aliens, you should just drop the burrito and hop through the wall they'll inevitably disentigrate. Next, if you have a phycotic idiot in your head, don't let him tell you what to do.

I could have sworn i was dreaming, but it felt more real than my memory dreams. I was standing in a room that seemed to go on forever. The world was dimly lit green, with cold steam tickling my feet as it snaked around my legs. It was just me for the moment, until the floor spoke.

Hello, human named Gabriel, the voice was abit awkward on it's english, like that was his second language. I am the ship, or the crystal inside you. it took me a second to realize the cold feeling previously must have been a piece of the ships shrapnel that stabbed into my chest, but it wasn't there when i looked down. I was still in my tattered school uniform, but I had seemed to be cleaned, since i was no longer covered in dust and debris.

"H-hello?" By then i figured this was probably in my head, which explains why Zaanne wasn't talking. Chances are if i looked around enough, I'd find him somewhere in the distance, complaining about nothing. That didn't stop me from being terrified of the voice. Apparently it was the same ship that blew up on me, so i felt uncomfortable talking to it.

Your brain is telling me that you are afraid, no need. I will not harm you like the previous inhabitants of the ship, since you are it's new owner

I took a minute to let it sink in. I was in the ship AND my mind, it was reading my brain and Zaanne was nowhere to be heard from. The exact same thing had detonated my school, sent two evil aliens to try and clone my entire planet, and apparently can manipulate the worlds logic.

As said before, i hate Mondays.

I noticed the room was waiting for me to talk, so i began, "so if you scanned my head, who else did you scan?"

It responded immediately, The world. Anything i touched, i became aquatinted with it's knoledge. The planet, it's ozone layer, it's condition, inhabitants, ages, DNA, anything your brain can imagine be real, it was stored into me.

I didn't know what was weirder, talking to an alien space ship or that the ship sounded so familiar... "Is that why you sound like Morgan freeman?" I asked, leaving a small chuckle throughout the empty space. Apparently it had a sense of humor.

The fog slid from my feet to in front if me and started to morph together, thickening and solidifying into a regular human, the same person that his voice matched. He wore a basic black jacket and a dark purple tee inside. His black pants were neatly ironed and fitted, so he looked like a dark Dr. Phill. His happy, wrinkled face looked pretty much like you'd see him on tv, besides his eyes, which were pure green like the aliens. No pupils, no iris, just a green void that could lead anywhere you imagined.

His godly voice spoke from the figure, "I'm sure you will get used to the controls of the ship, but for now you must wake, for your family is awaiting you." He waved his hand and a screen opened from nowhere, showing a moving picture. It was a group of people, a mix of my friends and family, looking through a glass wall in either amusement or shock, i wasn't good at faces. Anyway they were staring at a glowing figure, the only light in the room to illuminate their bodies.

I saw Rayden and my brothers all looking into the glass, slightly stunned at whatever scene was behind the wall. Jacob and Kenneth were in the corner, avoiding the crowd but being there for support, which made me happy. "I'm on the other side eh?" Morgan's nod seemed to tell me both "yes", and "hurry up", so i looked up to the empty sky.

"Aaaalrighty then, take me back to Earth." As soon as i said that the world of light dissappeared and i awoke on a flaming bed.

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"BALLS!!!", i screamed, jumping about ten feet into the air. it's an inappropriate word, i know, but it was the closest thing i could say to a cuss word without feeling crule. Kinda childish but it's nicer than Zaanne's dialogue.

After the initial shock of being in fire, I sat up in bed. I was clearly not burned, but my clothes couldn't say the same. This time, my pants weren't so lucky. My entire body was ingulfed in green, which only helped covering me up by literally flashing a new scar my chest like a beacon.

On it was a green crystal, a lot like the ship, but much smaller. It was held on my chest by a small leather strap that acted like a necklace, wrapped loosely around my neck so that the shard look like just some flashy Jewlry instead of an extraterrestrial being. My arms and legs covered in glowing green lines, like they had decided to become a computer hard drive. My body tingled with energy, the flames, deep green, dancing maddly across my forearm and whisping away in a transparent neon mist.

I remembered the images from my talk with the ship. I haven't got a name for him yet but I just assumed he was the necklace. I looked up and, sure enough, there was a small crowd of maybe ten astonished people, dancing around and seeming to be down to tears from me being ok. Who cares if you're in flames, naked and glowing like a cyborg, as long as you LOOK alive, people will cry for you.

Took ya long enough, i was getting bored. Zaanne popped up in my head, which helped my mood about as much as the fire did, Who's this guy that won't stop imitating George Carlin?

He did Morgan Freeman for me, and i think it's the space ship talking to us, sounding like people who actually made a voice.

There was a moment of silence, besides the bed being baked. It should have been like a thousand degrees in there, but it just felt warm and soothing now, like a mothers hand as you held it for the first time (mawkish, maybe). It was so comfy that i was about to lay back down and sleep when Zaanne came back on, Really? That fucker followed us onto the hospital? Is that crystal around your neck what's keeping your heart from exploding?!

I didn't think much about it at first, but then i realized i couldn't feel my pulse, much less my heart. I started to freak out, pressing against my chest roughly. The crystal seemed to shine brighter than before and suddenly i felt a fake "bubump, bubump", coming from my chest.

Ok, problem one solved, I thought, Now for the bed No more words needed. Even from thought the flames responded, disappearing instantly. Flames, check, now for the light show. The lights on my body dimmed into my skin, slowly shutting out. The only light in the room now was the crystal, which shone a dimmed emerald.

Last but not least, clothes. I figured the blankets would do, but they probably burned off, since i was sitting on a metal plate now like it was a bears lunch tray, and i were it's lunch. I thought about my clothes, before the whole alien thing, and thousands of tiny strands appeared and strung together. They tightened and stretched to form linen and cotton lines, sliding together to create a black school shirt and some basic khakis pants, exactly the way they were before i went to school, yet new and folded, as if a maid decided to clean them without my permission.

I did wonder how a pair of pants just formed from nothing right in front of me, but i wasn't in a situation to argue, so i pulled them on. I wasn't fond of shirts, since they were uncomfortable and scratchy and made it too hot for me, so i left that off. Now that i wasn't a lighthouse, i got a better look of the room. In the dark it took a moment to adjust my eyes. It was an interrogation box like in those crime movies with me on the table, but the one-way mirror was instead a tinted window, about the size of a rich man's flat screen television, the LEDs showing my family, all crying inaudibly of joy.

Rayden had come, which i found weird, i guessed he had followed Kenneth and Jacob's lead to come see me. All three of them were pressing their faces to the glass, mesmerized by either the pants or the fact i just dismissed fire.

How had i done that? I just thought and it happened, no real explanation possible, but it was obvious that it had something to do with the crystal necklace and the Morgan Freeman inside. The crystal still glowed, as if waiting impatiently to unleash more power. I wasn't willing to risk that, since images of myself making things explode by merely punching it still flashed through my brain.

A few minutes later, after everyone settled down from seeing me stop glowing, a man in a lab coat said something to my mom, allowing her to enter.

As soon as she came in, she tackled me with a hug that was far more constricting than the aliens' grapple. "Gabriel!" She yelled, which seemed plentyful of words.

"Yeah, that's my name," I chimed, hugging her back. It felt nice, hugging my mom. It brought back memories that i had forgotten from my random innuendo dreams; me and her playing board games with Sleepy, her and dad talking over whether or not i should take karate, mom laying me down in my bed when i was about six, singing me lullabies that was mainly "Part of Your World", from "The Little Mermaid" and "Twinkle Twinkle".

She pulled back and punched me in the chest, making her forthcoming warning clear, "if you EVER do something so god damn stupid again, i will tear your ass open like the Grand Canyon!" she apologized for the way that came out.

That only made me grin, holding back a laugh that would probably scare Ray away in a heartbeat, "first off, we both know WHY i went back in. Secondly, the Grand Canyon is far too small to equal what i SHOULD deserve for fighting aliens."

She gave me a puzzled look before chuckling,"I guess you're still a little fuzzy feeling from the crash. It's ok, you'll be better soon." After a confused look by me she let her bear grip go, giving me time to breathe.

Jacob and Kenneth approached, steadily followed by Ray, who was eyeing the crystal on my necklace cautiously, as if hoping i wouldn't burst into flames while he was too close.

Jacob looked me up and down, the way he does with a stranger or a new boss battle he wasn't informed of in a game. "We heared what happened, but wow, you look like a completely different person!" I didn't know what he was talking about until i inspected myself again.

With the lightshow over, i now noticed that i wasn't chubby anymore, which made me sad for some reason. My body had seemed to burn away it's fat, which i would have liked, but with the fat gone i was suddenly freezing without my usual layer of cold resistance. My body was also muscular too, the muscles hidden under the fat now chiseled out and pressed uncomfortably against my chest when my arms were down.

Then I looked at my hair and nearly had a heart attack, even though i couldn't feel my heart three minutes before. It was dark green, spiked out more but still somewhat curled, giving the image of fire. It was almost anime styled, green strands still hanging in front of my eyes to continue their annoyances. Pulling it abit, it was certainly real, showing slight strands of blue and yellow as well, as if the hair dye had split it's colors slightly, lightening the hair. It tumbled about a foot longer, easily sliding over my shoulders and down my neck.

holy shit was all Zaanne could say for a moment. we look like a manga character, straight from the book and colored.

He was right, I even felt abit like how they may feel. All my senses were heightened, especially my sight, which could see farther and so well that the tint on the windows wasn't there for a moment. My body still surged with what felt like a continuous adrenaline rush.

After a mere twenty seconds of checking myself out, Kenneth shuffled nervously, catching my attention instantly. "What's wrong?"

He stopped cold and looked away,"You're not gonna catch on fire while we're in here right?"

"Of course not. I won't hurt my friends. That goes for you too, Rayden." His name put him in the spotlight, and he didn't seem happy about that.

"Oh, uhmmm... Thanks" He went back to observing his ring as if it were the real element of loyalty.

"So, can someone refresh me on what happened?" I honestly had no idea how i got there, but i figured it wasn't fun.

Jacob looked around anxiously,"well, we heared the explosion from about twenty miles away, and then you flew into the feild next to us. You were on fire and hit the ground far too hard to survive, according to Mr. Sanders. When we came to you, you had- you..." He stopped, staring at my crystal.

He didn't seen to have changed out of his school clothes, so he was dressed exactly what i was wearing. His hair was skewed and his gel had came out, letting his black hair spill messily above his ears. His arms were covered in mud and what seemed to be abit of dried blood, which made me feel terrible. His face i wish i could quite read, but i could never read someone's face for the life of me. As far as i could tell, he was either mad or ecstatic about my awakening. "Some doctors came and took you to the hospital, and you burned away anything that touched you, except for the rock"

"Well no need to worry anymore, I'm ok and we got all the students to safety, that's all that matters right now." They seemed to calm a little, but we were still in a hospital. People were dieing every day around me, and i just came out of a space explosion, self combustion, penetration and nudity completely unharmed. It made me feel good and bad that most couldn't survive even one of those.

I hopped out of the bed, my legs shaking for a split second before i regained full strength. I breathed deeply, loosening my body and touching the crystal. It had stopped glowing, and i felt my body start to weary and tire out. My arms felt like they weighed about 20 pounds heavier, though my appearance stayed the same. I slowly dragged my feet to the door, opening it with a small tug. The halls were empty granted a nurse, who caught me walking out and approached carefully.

"Mr. Plemons, i suggest lay back down, we don't know what might happen if you get too hyper."

I wasn't sure why i decided to get smart with a nurse, but flashes of random quotes and sayings were always floating through my head, one of which seemed to slide by easily, so i smirked. "that's my secret, Captain. I'm always hyper"

Before i could turn into a giant green guy and terrorize an alien army, again, my mom stepped next to me. "He's ok, he just needs some time to walk about"

The nurse looked a lot like, well, a nurse. She had her hair tied back in a bun to keep out of her eyes and light caramel skin that pretty much fit into a Maxim magazine cover. She seemed to be in her mid 20's, holding a clipboard in one hand and a pin in the other, wearing glasses that shone her bright green eyes in the flouresent lights. She wore a medic like outfit that was a tad too small, showing off her curves and a tag that read "Clarrisa" in black cursive. Her shirt was unbuttoned abit too much, making my hyperactive eyes stand perfectly still.

Dayum Zaanne said in my head ,you think those are D's?

Ok, rude. i thought, but my eyes seemed to play with Zaanne's will.

Jacob wasn't as moved, but he did look away. "let him walk around, he healed himself far better than your doctors could, maybe he'll bring you some good luck in this hospital."

The nurse bent down and stared at him, as if looking into his brain, which he seemed to be doing right back to her, looking back at her, "Very well dear, roam the halls aimlessly if you please, Jacob, Kenneth, Rayden and Gabriel, I'll be observing your behaviors over time though, to check for diseases or drugs that you took to heal.

"Can i go now?" I asked. I was getting anxious and suddenly scared. Clarrisa seemed to notice.

If she knew i was still fixed on her she didn't show any offence. "Go on, have fun playing in a hospital."

On that weird note, i backed away, pulling my three friends with me.

The halls were about as boring as a regular hospital, but what was in it was far weirder. First off, every doctor there was better off as a magazine cover, models as far as the eye could see. Women rushed about, all wearing the same tight fitting clothes as Clarrisa.

Yeah, it sounds like heaven, but it just didn't feel right about my awakening in an all girl hospital. The other four, including zaanne, weren't as careful. They had their eyes EVERYWHERE, with Zaanne complaining about me looking away when we got too close to a nurse. c'mon gabe, it's good for your health! Besides, they're everywhere, might as well enjoy their hospitality. as right as he may have been, i was always far too scared to look at pretty girls like that, it just felt wrong to stare.

We surfed our way through the mountains and sat down on a bench next to some bathroom/dorm thing for overnight doctors. Kenneth had been lost in the crowd, leaving me, Ray and Jacob to sit there, Zaanne edging me to look while i adverted my eyes from them.

"Why are there so many girls?", I asked, hoping they'd have some information.

Rayden leaned back and fumbled with his ring, trying to not over react. "Don't know, don't care. But did you see that blonde nurse? I think her name was Jessica!" He and Jacob started having an intense conversation about the girls, Jacob losing his want for modesty, so i rose and strolled down the only empty hall