Malibu, a nice sunny costal city that is one of the many jewels of California nestled in the county of L.A.  Though it gets quite icky in terms of the heat during the summer time weather, at the moment it was the fall season and the weather was cooler during the morning but still quite hot.  But despite the conditions, there was one who was not bothered by the weather.  His home was nestled in a nice alcove overlooking the waters of the coast below.  The nice two floors home was painted a smoky grey with black tiles on the roof.  Within the confines of this home, there was a eighteen year old happily finishing up some business on his computer before the coming hours events.  The young man in question was seated comfortably in his chair ideally twirling a strand of his hair.  The young man was skinny in build but had a tad bit of muscle, just enough to be visible anyone who saw him without a shirt and such.  His hair was a long dirty blond that border lined a brownish color.  His skin was a light tan color and his dark green eyes watched his screen with great glee and intrigue.

At the moment this young man, by the name of Hector Graham, was watching the subbed show of Kamen Rider OOO’s.  Long had some of his buddies pestered him to watch it and other Kamen Rider shows, so eventually he caved and decided to do just that, and became hooked.  Now Hector isn’t an excitable fellow by any means, but when he finds something he likes, he’s glued to it and sees it through.  This would explain why he is in many fandoms as well as on bandwagons.  Some called him a Fringe Man, others, a weirdo.  But Hector liked to just think of himself as what he saw himself, a man that liked multiple fandoms and belonged to them.  Many a time had he settled disputes online and IRL because of his social standing, but that’s beside the point.  The current fandom he was now in was Kamen Rider as well as Super Sentai.

The shows just appealed not only to his inner child but to his inner action man, and he loved every minute of it.  Though when he discovered OOO’s was just the tip of the iceburg he wanted to catch up to the current season, Gaim, as fast as he could.  Luckily today was the day he was going to finish the season AND go to a local convention in town.  Some of the locals, who were fellow fans of his of geeky things, managed to raise funding on kickstarter for a convention and scored merchants as well as guests.  As the final credit sequence ran before Hector’s eyes he smiled and nodded his head in satisfaction, standing and turning off his computer, he set to work for his ensemble for the day.  He grabbed a pair of black and grey shorts that hung to his knees as well as a white muscle shirt.  Donning both he padded to the living room and retrieved his remote and switched on the news.

Preparing breakfast he listened to the news, “And in more news on the strange phenomena.  A report has come in today on the Lost Ones report.”

The Lost Ones.  The report had been going close to a year now.  It started with a few disappearances in conventions, then full on vanishing from public activities and celebrations.  Men and some women were popping out of existence left and right and never coming back.  But today it seemed things had changed.

“A local from Hackensack came across one of The Lost Ones earlier this week.  The local claimed the man appeared in,” the woman remained stoic, “a flash of rainbow lightning.  The Lost One, later identified as local missing man Jacques Hope, was found mumbling incoherently dressed as Majora.  A character made popular from the Legend of Zelda franchise.  When the authorities questioned Jacques, he had this to say.”

A dirty faced young man with a dishevelled look spoke into the camera with a crazed look, “I was a god there!  I ruled, I beat them, but those damn girls.  They BEAT ME!  ME!”

The reporter woman organized her papers, “Mister Hope is currently being treated for traumatic shock and possible psychosis.  Now in later-“

Hector switched the channel to a music channel and pursed his lips, “Weird.”

He sat at the table and munched on some toast, “First one to return from wherever they were and he’s crazy,” he then mock dramatized his next words, “what is humanity as a whole now?!”

Chuckling to no one in particular he ate the rest of his meal and checked his clock.  It was a good hour before the festivities commenced.  Just enough time to get ready.  Walking to his room he gave a side glance and smile at a family portrait.  Inside his room he rooted around in his closet and produced his prize, still fresh in the box.  He gazed at the OOO-Driver as he removed it from its box and laid the contents out on his bed.  There was the circular shaped C-Scanner, the cylinder like Medal Holder, and finally the driver itself.  He ran his hand over the blue lines and drank in their feel and detail.  He glanced down at the four medals in front of him and frowned slightly.  Though he had four, the red Taka* Medal, the yellow Tora* Medal, and the two green medals Batta* and Kamakiri* respectively, he wanted all of them.  Luckily the batteries had been included in this fine purchase, very high grade.  He had to give the Japanese credit, they went the whole nine yards with their toys and merchandise.  

Strapping the OOO-Driver around his waist as well as attaching the C-Scanner and Holder to their respective places, he ventured back downstairs with a white plaid thin button up over shirt over his shoulder.  After slipping on the over shirt and his white runners, he turned off the lights and took his wallet and phone before departing out the door and locking all the locks.  Hector then inhaled the air and stepped forward off his front step.  Making it to the street, he stopped and smiled.

Opening the medal container and extracting the Taka, Tora and Batta medals, he went to work.  He slipped the Taka medal in with a smooth snap on the far right coin slot, then the Batta on the far left.  Finally he snapped the Tora in place and slid his hand along the Driver and it tilted with a satisfying snap.  Quickly flicking the driver and Scanner into the on position, he pulled the Scanner from its holster and pulled the switch in the handle.  A pulsating sound came from the primed scanner as he dragged it along the Driver.  A satisfying series of metallic dings were heard as the scanner passed over each medal.

Hector then struck a pose and said, “Henshin.”

The belts sound output then answered, “TAKA! TORA! BATTA!”

Immediately after wards a song played with the usual toy like quality, “TA TO BA, TA TO BA, TaToBa!”

Hector smiled and flicked the Driver into the non-primed horizontal position and holstered the scanner, “Awesome, money well spent.”

Hector the took a step forward….and vanished in a flash of white light mixed with the smell of burning wood.

*

Hector blinked his eyes a few times to clear away the stars in front of them.  Though his vision was clear, his stomach felt odd.  He also felt the blasts of wind against his face.  That’s when he remembered that the stomach sensation and the sense of weightlessness he was feeling was something he had felt once before on a rollercoaster.  He was dropping fast, REAL fast.  Glancing around he saw clouds whipping past him and the ground though far, was approaching.  He flailed his arms and screamed as he fell.

“Dear god please don’t kill me,” he yelled out, “I haven’t even gotten a girlfriend yet!  Please let me live!”

That’s when he heard it, the sound of what could be accumulated to that of a thousand coins being dropped in a large room.  He felt his belt vibrate and noticed the Medal holder was giving off a bright light from within.  Hector gawked at this spectacle and reached over to flick it open, then regretted doing so.  Several different colored bolts of light shot out like bullets from a gun in various directions.  The force propelled Hector in various directions during his fall which worsened his falling as well as make him nauseous.

“What the hell is going on!?” he screamed as he felt the OOO-Driver rattle.

Glancing down, he noted the medals in the Driver were glowing their respective colors and looked lik they were threatening to burst forth.

Planting his finger firmly on them he spoke, “Oh, no you don’t!  I paid for you and you’re staying right there when I die.”

He then blinked and continued to scream as he saw the grass approaching him at breakneck speed.  He shut his eyes and waited for the splat, but instead felt himself ease to a sudden stop.  Opening his eyes, he noticed he was surrounded by a bluish aura that felt surprisingly warm with a slight tingle.  Glancing around, his eyes landed on a shocking sight.  Standing a few feet from him was a pony of some sort.  Its coat was a shade of blue and its mane and tail almost seemed silvery.  On her flanks was a crescent moon with a wand.  In the center of the pony’s head was a horn that gave off the same aura as the one holding Hector.  When he gazed into her purple eyes he did not see curiosity and surprise, he instead saw annoyance and slight anger.

The mare spoke, “You are a human correct?”

Hector blinked in surprise at not only the pony speaking fluent English, but at the fact that it knew what he was.

The mare snorted in light agitation, “I asked if you’re a human!”

“Yes,” Hector answered quickly, “Hector Graham.”

The mare narrowed her eyes, “Trixie, formerly the Great and Powerful.”

Hector blinked, “Wait a minute!  I know you!  You’re a character from-“

“My Little Pony?”

Hector nodded, “Yeah you,” he stopped and became nervous, “Wait, how did you?”

Trixie snorted, “That’s just what HE said when he arrived here.”

“Wha?”

Trixie then hurled Hector clear across the field he was in and he rolled hard across the ground before standing shakily, “Wait a minute!  What are-“

An arcane blast whizzed past his head, “Silence menace!  I’ll put a stop to you before you can aid your master!”

Hector raised his hands, “Wait a minute here!  Hold on!  I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Trixie then yelled, “Lies!”

More blasts whizzed past his head as he bolted away.

“Okay Hector, let’s do a little rundown here,” he sprinted as the angry mare was hot on his heels, “first I’m heading to a convention, then the next thing I know, I vanish in a flash of light and I’m falling,” a blast singed his calf, “WOULD YOU QUIT THAT?!”

Trixie yelled back, “NEVER!”

Hector growled as he ran and noticed he had passed into some sort of town.  Several shocked and angry shouts were heard as Hector ran through the streets.  But for some reason, they sounded muffled.  He noticed that other talking ponies were indoors for some reason.  As he rounded a corner thinking he lost the crazed Trixie, he smacked into someone that yelled out in both pain and anger.

Hector rubbed his head, “Hey watch it!  Can’t you see I’m fleeing for my life here?”

His words died in his throat when he noticed who was in front of him.

The person was obviously human due to his stature and build, though for some reason, he was garbed head to toe in a black sinister robe.  The robes were frayed at the edges and seemed to have some sort of dark indigo lines on it.  The person’s hands were covered in sinister purple crystal like gauntlets as well as wearing matching boots.  On his face was a smooth purple crystal mask that was in the shape of a roaring skeletal creature, black fabric inside the mask shielded the human’s mouth from view.

The Masked Man pointed at Hector, “The hell man!?  I was in the middle of something!”

Hector stood and noticed that aside from the man, there were six mares staring at both of them in a mix of fear and determined anger.

The Masked Man grabbed Hector, “Listen man, these six mean businesses alright?  I was in the middle of striking fear into them and about to finish them off,” the man trailed off, “Wait a minute…I think this could work to my advantage.  Say dude,” the man had a bit of an American accent, “how would you like to be my second in command?”

Hector’s eyebrows went up, “You’re what?”

The Masked Man sounded giddy, “It’s perfect!  I know just what to do,” he whispered in Hector’s ear, “Just play along.”

Hector stood in confusion as the young Malibu man recognized all six mares.  He was thankful Tumblr was good to him or he would probably have to learn their names the hard way.

The Masked Man then gestured dramatically, “BEHOLD ELEMENTS OF HARMONY!  Your doom is nigh!  For now I, Vilacus, have summoned my second in command…,” the man known as Vilacus leaned over, “what’s your name?”

Hector raised an eyebrow, “Uh…Hector?”

Vilacus blinked his coal colored eyes, “Hector…okay I can work with that.”

Vilacus then resumed his dramatic tone on a dime, “My second in command Hecus the Brutal.”

“It’s Hector,” Hector said in annoyance, “Not Hecus.”

Vilacus then hissed, “Work with me here.”

“Why?”

Vilacus raised a hand as the mares now became greatly confused, “What do you mean why?  I told you, I’m going to destroy these ponies!”

Hector then stated a word that shook the villain to his core, “Why?”

Vilacus visibly sputtered, “Why?!  Do you know that since the first day I got here, I hated it here!?!  I don’t even like this retarded show!  So when I found this mask,” he exposited to a slightly bemused Hector, “Imagine my surprise when I became the goddamn sorcerer supreme!”

Hector crossed his arms, “So you’re saying that because you hate this show,” he started, “you want to kill these ponies who have done nothing to you personally INSTEAD of using your so called powers, to send yourself back home,” he finished with a tilted head, “do I have that right?”

Vilacus blinked, “Yeah, pretty much.”

Hector just shook his head, “Dude, you are a dickbag.”

Vilacus then coldly responded, “What did you call me?”

Hector was stoic in his response and expression, “Did I stutter?”

Vilacus raised his fist which gave off a black light glow, “You don’t know who you are fucking with.”

Hector shrugged, “Obviously not a villain,” he cracked his neck and stretched, “just some dickbag who has anger issues and a god complex.”

Vilacus growled and pointed at the Ponyville fountain statue.  The black light from his glove blasted into it and the statue exhaled black flames and its eyes started to glow red.  Flapping it’s wings, it ripped itself from the fountain and landed before Hector.

“So mister witty,” Vilacus spouted, “What now?”

Hector backed up, “Okay…this is actually frightening I’ll give you that.”

Vilacus crossed his arms and pointed at the human, “Sic em boy.”

The alicorn statue bull rushed Hector, who dove to the side and rolled away.  Glancing at the statue he steadied himself as the Elements of Harmony and Vilacus cleared the combat area.  The statue continued its charges and Hector barely managed to dodge each.  After dodging around the latest charge, a wing from the statue swiped through the air and propelled Hector off his feet and onto the hard ground.  Hector got his wind back and shakily stood to face his impending death.

“Alright, this day officially,” he deadpanned, “sucks.”

“Henshin.”

Hector glanced around, “What the?”

“Henshin.”

The voice was soft yet was almost like a breeze of wind in term of passing.

“Henshin,” Hector whispered, “what does…”

Vilacus noticed Hector was mumbling, “What are you spouting?”

Hector then remembered when he was falling and began to notice a few things.  His replica, which he had worn this entire time, now seemed to have some weight to it.  The belt strap it was attached to was much more form fitting and solid feeling.  And when he looked down, he noticed the Core Medal toys not only had sheen to them, but the sensor chips that could be visibly seen in each were gone and they were now slightly transparent.

Hector looked to the sky and heard the voice one final time, “Henshin…”

Hector narrowed his eyes and stood tall, “Alright Vilacus, attacking a regular guy like any other off the street is fine,” he smirked, “But you made one mistake today and I think you should mark it on your calendar.”

Vilacus chuckled, “And what’s that?”

“The day,” he flicked the OOO-Driver into its tilted Primed position, “You attacked me.”

It was then that Hector dragged the C-Scanner across the medals…only this time.

"HENSHIN!"

Hector stood firm as the tune played.  Projections of various medals made of light rotated around him before three of them converged into one symbol and smacked onto him.

The ponies and Vilacus were speechless at the person now standing before them.

Hector now O’s, glanced down at his gloves and noticed the blade attachments on his forearms, “Holy…oh my god.”

Vilacus shook his head, “Whatever!  Kill this freak!”

The statue surged at O’s who…leapt clean over its head.  Turning around he raised his forearms and a series of yellow lights pulsed up the yellow Tora sections of his body as the Tora claws snapped forward.  Getting into a free flowing stance, he sidestepped the statue and slashed off one of its wings with ease.  Bits of stone and dust cascading down from the attack, quickly righting himself, O’s dragged the scanner over the medals once more.  The same voice that announced the TaToBa combo then yelled out in a powerful voice.

“SCANNING CHARGE!”

O’s crouched low as green pulses of light ran down the Batta legs.  His legs shifted form the knees down into grasshopper like legs as he gave a mighty leap into the sky.  Then something happened, something unusual yet amazing.  Rings of light appeared angling down toward the statue, almost like a pathway.  O’s angled himself for a kick and shot toward the red ring like a bullet.  Upon passing through the red ring, a pair of red wings appeared behind him composed of red energy.  Passing through the yellow ring, an aura of yellow surrounded him.  Then finally, upon passing through the green, he made brutal contact with the statue and it exploded in a mixture of pure power and black light.  Landing with his legs shifting to normal, O’s faced Vilacus.

Pointing at the masked villain he declared, “Game over.”

Vilacus glanced hurriedly around, “Um…,” he then snapped his fingers and vanished with a quick, “Seeya!”

O’s titled the Driver back to its Un-Primed position and threw his arms into the sky, “WHOO!  DID ANYONE SEE THAT!?”

He turned and stared at a smiling Trixie, “Of course you did….”

Hector then felt something hot hit him in the head and he blacked out. Next Chapter: 2 Estimated time remaining: 19 Minutes