This story takes place in your OC's--preferably male--eyes, in a sort of mock game, so to speak. Except no cute and funny pictures that send you to bed smiling.

You step off the train that has brought you to your new home, Ponyville. You wish to keep your homeland a secret, for you're rather embarrassed by what ponies would think of you after hearing one of you amazingly embarrassing feats you managed as a colt. Around you is the fast paced yet relaxed town as it is known, with many ponies running about to do certain chores that you have no wish to dive into. For right now in front of you is the Mayor of the town. You turn and close your mouth after gaping at the complexity of the new world you have fallen headfirst into with your nosey muzzle.

"Hello, sir. And welcome to Ponyville!" the Mayor then introduced the already impressive town with a sweep of her front left leg, her blue eyes sparkling and happy behind her well-polished glasses. Her voice was merry, as if she had always been bubbling with joy and good will, and it makes you feel rather insufficient nonetheless. You scuff your hooves awkwardly, overcome by shyness.

"Hello. As you might know, I'm moving here." You mentally facehoof yourself for that move. Of course she knows that, she's the mayor, idiot! The mayor seems unfazed or even muddled as she directs you to a library.

"Miss Noctia will be there to help you begin your fitting in, and she'll be sure to help you with finding a star chart later along if you're interested. She's quite the kind pony, and what she can do with magic--wonders!" the Mayor spoke of her highly, you pick up. She must be highly respected around here.

Your thoughts were broken as the Mayor shoves a map in your direction, which is riddled with little jots and marks. She explains the route you must take, and the 6 ponies you must meet. She gives no further names to the ponies that you shall see. You groan as you see that your whole schedule is taken up by this, seeing as it is only 9:04 in the morning. It is cut short by the Mayor's goodbye.

"Now, off you go!" she waves cheerfully. It almost makes you sick, knowing that the cheese danish you ate at 6:37 in the morning may be the only thing you'd get for the day.

As soon as you begin trotting through the crowd of very kind ponies, you find that you rather like this place. Theres always a smiling face to look to for directions, and half the teenagers here weren't as nasty as the ones from where you're from. But all too soon--a lapis lazuli house with white and gold trim leers up in front of you, almost making you shiver in the warm air of the town. You almost wish to curl up right then and there on the ground, you know your visit will be very strange, yet interesting.

But more on the strange side.