Hungry. Sleepy. Thirsty. I coughed as I trekked through the wild forest, possibly the Everfree. It mocked me. That tree over there... it has my piss stain from ten minutes ago. I was happy to see the Everfree; it meant I was close. But now the cursed place just mocked me. I had traveled for three months with nothing but torn clothes and ate living fish, which made me sick until my body got used to it. So long I have traveled the empty fields that stretched on for miles. It's starting to get cold, I have no idea how to start a fire, and I failed at attempting to make warmer clothes out of vegetation. I had nothing to defend myself with and everything got even worse as the unbearable summer heat turned into the bone chilling cold of fall. I was filthy; months of dirt and Celestia knows what else has been caked onto my skin and matted into my hair. I can't help but wonder if it was really worth it. Was it really worth coming to meet the ponies I've come to love? What would happen to my family and friends? I'd never see my little sister graduate from high school, go to college, become something great in the world. I'd never be there to comfort her when our parents die of old age, and she'd have absolutely nobody left. Who'd be at her wedding? Her friends? I wouldn't be there to make sure her man treats her right. What kind of brother am I leaving my sister after she was struggling through life. I'd never be able to be her big brother. Because I apparently loved ponies more than family. That's why I left my family, my own blood. I left my friends and my job... I could've made a difference in that world. I left everything I knew for a bunch of ponies who know absolutely nothing about me. For what? What did I hope to happen? What did I think was going to do? I treated this like it was some type of fanfiction! Did I seriously think that I would just waltz inside Equestria looking perfect, smelling good, well fed and have the time of my life? Or go on big adventures with the mane six? Maybe I would be a big villain that, despite being in rough situations, has everything go perfect for me. Then I can dance an a big fucking rainbow with a retarded ass smile on my face!

I struck the piss stained tree as I saw it for the fourth time. I'm going in circles. This damned forest is a big maze. What if I had teleported myself to a different Equestria where there's a war or there's an apocalypse. What if I'm here in the past? Future maybe? Had I had been actually thinking and not fanboying about the thought of the meeting actual talking magic ponies, I wouldn't have been in this situation. Now here I was, getting angry at a urine stained tree. I was angry at my stupidity, at the world, at ponies, at this stupid piss tree! Damn these ponies! Damn them all to hell! I was the last brony, overjoyed at the thought of meeting Twilight Sparkle and her friends and going on bi adventures with them. Was I thinking this was just some game? Some fantasy story or fanfiction that had the main character get lucky and make them a big well known hero or villain? Did I think I'd just land in a convenient spot like the edge of the Everfree forest? Maybe in Canterlot? I should've been smarter. Now I'm wandering with little left to eat, no water, using rags as clothes and was passing that pissed stained tree again! I fell onto the cold dirt ground and gripped my long matted hair and screamed into the air.

"FUCK ME! FUCK PONIES! FUCK LIIIIIIIFFFFEEEE!!!"

I didn't care if one of the monsters in the place heard me. I was hurt. But I had nobody to help me. I was alone in this place. I didn't have Twilight and her friends. I didn't have Celestia and Luna. I didn't have my family. I was just some idiot human, the only human, stuck inside a maze in a world he doesn't belong in. I'd never find anypony to help me. I don't want to just assume I'll find Zecora on my way to the ponies. I just wanted to go home. I want everything to go back to normal. To just go home and I could watch some other show for a change. But of course I wouldn't get my way. It's never like that in reality. I have more of a chance of dying than getting my way.

It was then that I heard the rustling of leaves. Shit. A wild animal must've heard me. The leaves and stick continues to crunch and rustle until I saw it. A big fucking manticore, right in my face. It was scarier here than in the show. Its eyes glowed softly in the dark and its teeth looked much more softer and deadly in reality. It had a toned body, a super sharp scorpion tail that could kill you with one swing, and large bat wings that were leathery and blood red. The smell of death lingered in the air from its foul breath and I heard the disgusting sound of it licking its jaws. The hot breath assaulted my face as it exhaled, growling the entire time. I was scared. The fear of death was overkill... until suddenly, it didn't exist. I didn't run or scream. I just stood there, looking the manticore in the eyes. I saw his body tense up and I knew I'd only be alive for only a few seconds after that.

My final thoughts would have to be that I love my family... and even after all this happened, I love the ponies. They made me realize who I really was. I saw myself in a different light now. I'm completely different than I made myself out to me. I wasn't one of the best people. I wasn't magnificent, I swore and sinned way too many times than needed. I didn't put any effort into being a great person. When others needed help, I always sat by and watched them struggle. I always sat and pondered the same question: Who am I?

A tear fell out of my eye as the manticore pounced. At the last second, I thought:

I am nobody.

Then, there was nothing.