This isn't a story chapter (as such), just a little area for notes about the story, credits, the promised (and very late) teaser, and links to the other stories, which will appear as the stories do :D

Credits (as such)

-First off, I need to thank the guys and gals who've been with this story since it first came out, and wanted it to continue. If not for you guys, this story wouldn't be where it is now. What a scary thought D:

-Secondly, there's Jikilola913, my editor, who edited half the chapters, but greatly raised my standard and quality of writing, as well as being an awesome friend along the way :D

-Then of course there's Kreoss from deviantART for being a cool enough guy to let me use his artwork for the cover image on this story, AND the following ones as well. He's both a cool guy and a great artist, check his page out if you have time

-I also wanna thank 2 specific users, super monkey and Bloodpool. super moneky, because his idea in the beginning is something I went with, and admittedly gave the early thing some direction which I've been able to build a hopefully good but simple story out of, from what you've seen and what's to come, and then Bloodpool because his high standards and feedback gave me a target for the quality. Hopefully I've at least somewhat delivered Bloodpool xD

-And of course, we can't forget the whole cliched shpiel about you guys the readers being helpful too xD But seriously, thanks again to everyone that even bothered to look at the first line of the first chapter, all the way up to you guys who've read the entire story and love it. You're all awesome. Seriously. :D

-And a little addition, thanks to link_line999 for his help with the little translation to Portuguese in the Teaser, and for his offer of help with In Our World: Generosity when I get round to writing it

With those out of the way, here are the Teasers you all wanted to see:

Laughter

I grumbled and spammed the B button on my 3DS, annoyed that Pinkie had been so insistent I meet her at the park’s kitchens on my one day off, even making me ‘Pinkie Promise’. Especially when I had better things to do, like Pokémon catching. And maybe Mario Kart if I could find the cartridge somewhere in my room.

There was a sudden, thundering knock at the door. What now?

“NATHAN!”

It was Pinkie. Something was wrong. She sounded… angry?

“NATHAN! You PINKIE PROMISED!!!”

No, she sounded really pissed off. The knocking started again, but now it was like she was using her whole body, and was trying to knock the door down.

I had never feared for my life before then. I jumped to my feet and looked around for an exit, other than the door. Seeing only the window, I took a second to weigh up my options, but as the door visibly bulged, the window looked just about perfect.

I threw it open and climbed out, falling face first into the hedge. I rolled out and looked back at the window. There was a crash from inside. My guess: the door had exploded.

“NATHAN!? WHERE ARE YOU?”

My fight or flight sense said get the hell out of there, and it didn't have to tell me twice. I scrambled to my feet again, stumbling forward as I got myself out of the hedge. Pinkie must have heard me, because I could hear her at the window behind me.

“YOU CAN RUN, BUT YOU CAN’T HIDE NATHAN!”

Aw crap I thought to myself as I vaulted the turnstiles and ran into the park. No doubt Pinkie was going to be following any second.

As I ran around the corner of the lifeless Skull Rattler, a pink blur shot at me from the side. I swerved and Pinkie just missed me. How in the hell had she gotten there before me?! Regardless, I kept running. She was sprinting after me now.

“NATHAN! GET BACK HERE!”

Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god. Where do I go now?

The Ferris Wheel! She’d never get me up there. I leapt the metal barrier, hit the startup button on the console and leapt in the first car just as it left the platform. Pinkie was nowhere to be seen.

Follow me now, Pinkie.

I shuffled over to the edge of the car as it slowly circled higher into the air, looking around the park for that blur of pink, the color of doom.

Nowhere.

There was a tap on my shoulder.

“Hello Nathan.”

Oh sh-

Loyalty

“Hold up.” Jones said ahead of us, aiming his fist into the air. I put a hand on Dash’s shoulder, and Palowsky stopped behind us and raised his rifle, moving to a defensive stance.

“Problem sir?” I asked.

“You could say so. The path’s gone. It’s just another cliff down to the ground below us.”

I stepped up, leaving ‘Rainbow Dash’ behind me, and looked down. The sandstone cliff path we had been walking along just dropped away. It had been fine so far, away from insurgents, but this had been bound to happen. But we couldn’t go back the way we came. Not after the mess we’d made with the car.

I gave the cliff another look over. We couldn’t climb up, that was for sure, but what about climbing down?

I knelt down, picked up a rock and tossed it down. It clattered a couple of times before hitting the ground about thirty or so feet below. No loose rocks, no avalanches. The cliff was solid.

“We could slide down.” I offered.

The Lieutenant peered over the edge and gave it a look over.

“We have any other choices?” He asked.

“If I had my wings I could fly down.” Dash grumbled from behind, cradling her bandaged arm.

“Alright Grant. You go down first, check it out, then I’ll come down with the civvie. Palowsky keeps an eye out until we’re all down, then he follows.”

“Yes sir.” I nodded and flicked on the safety on my rifle.

“I’m not a civvie.” Dash mumbled.

“Cheer up, huh?” Palowsky asked her. “Shouldn’t be too long to the RV point. Then we can get out of this god-damned desert.”

I let my rifle swing down in front of me and swung my legs over the edge, getting ready to slide down on my butt. Just like I’d done on the stairs as a kid - except there was no banister to crash into if I veered right.

“All or nothing.” I muttered and pushed off. I spread eagled, trying to not go too fast. It worked, and I slid down fairly slowly, a few rocks tumbling down after me from the ledge. I braced my legs for the impact of reaching the floor.

“Oomph.” I muttered, collapsing at the bottom of the rock face. I rolled onto my front and pushed myself up, dusting myself off. I looked back up the slope where the others were waiting. I gave them a thumbs up.

“It’s all good.” I called out. I felt a wave of air in front of my face and the sound of stone breaking beside me. As my face was showered in shards sandstone and dust, there was a deafening crack.

“Sniper!”

Generosity

I showed this new lady into the shack where she would be staying. I was still trying to figure out what a lady dressed as nicely as her was doing here. She must have been a tourist, come to the city to enjoy the weather and beaches, maybe do some shopping, and got lost up here in the favelas. But that didn’t explain why she was acting so crazy.

“This is where you’ll stay until I know where you really came from.” I explained.

“In here?” She gaped, a look of horror on her face.

I resisted the urge to shout at this loco lady. This was one of the nicest shacks in the area. I had made it myself with the help of some friends. “It’s here or the fancy hotel you must be staying in.” I said, shrugging as though I couldn’t care.

“I’m telling you, I’m not some hopeless, lost tourist! Well, I suppose I am hopelessly lost, but I am not a tourist! And I want to know where I am right this minute.”

“I told you senorita, you are in the favelas of Rio De Janeiro, the most beautiful city in the world, in Brazil, on Earth.”

“Earth?” she muttered, suddenly confused.

There was a crash as the door swung open, momentarily letting in more light. A little boy ran over to me.

"Tio, tio! O Diabo de Sete Línguas tá vindo aí! Um dos galerosos ouviu falar sobre a Dona Rarity!" the little boy said, panting.

“What is he saying?” The lady asked. “I heard my name.”

"Valeu, Pedro. Agora corre lá com a sua mãe." I said back to him, pulling out a coin and handing it to him. He beamed and ran out again.

“What did he say? And what did you say to him?” The lady asked again, impatiently.

“I will explain later. For now, you need to hide. The Seven Tongued Devil has heard about you and is coming to see you.” I explained, rushing over to the kitchen and opening the hatch that led to a small secret room, commonly used to hide contraband items from the police.

“Well why would I try to hide from him? Granted, his name is a little foreboding, but I’m sure he’s a dear at heart.” The lady said.

“It is rumored that he has murdered over fifty people, and robbed and cheated many more. He steals and kills, and does just about everything in between. Sometimes for pleasure. Are you sure you still want to meet him?” I asked, gesturing for her to come over to the hatch.

Her face paled, but she walked over and looked into the hatch.

“You want me to go, in there?” she asked.

“It’s that or meet the Seven Tongued Devil.” I said.

She nodded hesitantly and climbed down the makeshift ladder into the basement.

“There’s a small lamp to your right.” I said quickly before sliding the hatch shut. Not a second later there was a knock at the door.

“Perdón?” a sarcastic voice said from outside, just before the door was kicked in. A man entered, dressed in camouflage clothing and waving a machete around. Two more men came in behind him, staying silent, but the assault rifles they cradled spoke volumes.

“Hello, my old friend.” The Devil said, smirking evilly and aiming his blade at me. “I hear you have a visitor.”

Honesty

My pa’s pickup bumped along the dirt road. The twins were arguing again, shouting at each other in the back. Applejack was sitting in the passenger seat to my left.

“So, tell me ‘bout this Sydney place we’re going to.”

“Well, you know, it’s only one of the most popular cities in all of Australia.” I said sarcastically.

“Oh, right.” She replied, taking this in. “So, this place is pretty big, then?”

“You could say that!” Gary said, shouting to be heard over the wind as the car travelled down the road. “Plus the opera house is amazing! Best sight there!”

“No way man, it’s the Bridge.” Larry said.

“Shut up Larry, it’s the opera house!”

“Bridge!”

“Both of you shut up or I’ll turn this car around.” I shouted. They both knew I wouldn’t, but it shut them up.

“Yes mum!” they both shouted at once, laughing.

“As if I’d want to be the mother of two numbskulls like you.” I shouted back, smirking.

“Those two always argue like that?” Applejack asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Whenever they’re together.” I nodded.

“Well ah can see how they could drive you up the wall.” AJ sympathized.

“Got that right.” I nodded.

A white SUV shot past us, throwing up a wake of dust. It slowed down and pulled alongside, keeping pace with us, and the window rolled down. Harrison was at the wheel, looking smug as he flicked up his sunglasses. His cronies sat in the back seats, jeering at us.

“Morning love. How you doing in that wreck?”

“I don’t know what wreck you’re talking about.” I shouted back. “But this here pickup’s perfectly fine.”

“Is that so?” he smirked, and swerved his SUV towards us. He backed off at the last second, but not before I’d tried to get us out of the way. I slammed my foot down on the brakes, skidding to a stop in the dirt by the side of the road. The SUV slowed to a gentler stop ahead of us.

“That moron!” I shouted, hitting the steering wheel.

“What did he do that for?” Applejack asked, shocked, as the twins jumped out the back of the truck and started shouting abuse at the SUV.

“Might want to get your steering checked out!” Harrison shouted, leaning up through the sun roof in his car. “Either that, or it’s true what they say about women drivers!” He ducked back in and drove off as his car got pelted with rocks, courtesy of the twins.

“His pa owns the orchard next to ours. Their business is better than ours, and they want our land. They’ve been trying to run us off for months.”

“Wankers!” Gary shouted as a final remark.

Magic

“Are you sure you want to go through with this Professor?”

The Professor was kneeling on the floor, putting the final touches on his latest odd contraption. The new girl was by my side.

“Of course I am boy.” He muttered in the characteristic commandeering tone.

I crossed my arms and waited. It would not be the first time he had used military surveillance equipment for an ‘experiment’ - a term I had come to use loosely around him - and he had been given stern warnings by the government not to do so. They were the ones providing his funding, after all. He was adamant this time though. As he was all other times, when I thought about it.

“Commencing detection process.” He stood up and tapped at a keyboard, and the device came alive. As the computer started its whining, the new girl decided to speak up for a change.

“What’s it doing now?”

The professor gladly took the opportunity to explain. “Well, my dear Twilight Sparkle-”

“Just Twilight is fine, honestly.” She smiled at the formality.

The Professor looked at her for a second. He wasn’t one for casual names. “Of course. This device will first use all kind of detection hardware and software known – and a few I have come up with myself,” There was a glimmer in his eye as he said that. “To detect all and every kind of energy in the area, and after running the same experiment in a different area and comparing and cross-referencing the results…”

She nodded unsurely as he droned on. It was the standard look for most people talking to the Professor.

“…Then perhaps we can find the method by which you have crossed the dimensional barrier.” He finished at last. Now he looked like a child in a sweet shop. As much as a partially mad, seventy year old man could.

We stood silently for a minute, before I spoke up again. “Is it done yet?”

The Professor turned to me, another glimmer in his eye, but this one was clearly of annoyance. “Child, have you any idea how many types of energy may exist in any one place at any one time? It will take hours to complete its study. If you had gotten the correct oscilloscope, it would be done by now.”

I grumbled about that. It was difficult enough to get into that outpost. It was the last time I would be doing it. “That’s if even it works correctly.”

“Pah. You hold too little faith in me, boy.”

“I’m simply constructing a hypothesis based on previous results and data. Just as you tell me to do, Professor.”

He looked ahead towards the machine and waved a hand back at me. “Pah. Go show our guest the library and leave me to do actual work.”

I had somehow forgotten about the girl standing right next to me while I had been talking with the Professor. She had turned to me eagerly at mention of the library.

“The library?” She asked.

“Yes. Where you… what did you say, professor?” I asked.

“Crossed the inter-dimensional barrier.”

“Yes, that…” I nodded slowly, putting a hand on the girl’s shoulder and leading her kindly toward the library.

“And speaking of actual work, why don’t you check the computer to see if one of my colleagues has replied. I may need help to analyze this data!” The mad man hollered at me as we walked away.

“Why don’t you do it?” I retorted.

“You know I cannot operate that blasted email thing. Now hurry up, boy! Time is of the essence!”

And with those finished, a final note: Some of you have made the comparison between In Our World and Ponyfall.. I won't deny that connection, and will admit they share some similarities. However, I've never actually read a full Ponyfall, only the first few chapters of the Celestia and Fluttershy/Pinkie Pie stories. From what I know, and what I can guess from, I can only say that my series and Ponyfall MAY end up with more, slightly similar ideas. However, I'm going to continue with In Our World, with what I have planned for it. If the idea of this being kinda similar in context to Ponyfall upsets you, then turn away now I guess. If you stay, though, I hope you enjoy what's to come, but try not to get your hopes up. I don't want to disappoint.