And then, I was falling. Falling. Falling. Falling... Wait, I'm falling!

In my hand, I still had my AR. Figures... I instantly had a flash back of DDAY+7, of me parachuting behind enemy lines. I thought I was in it, for a while. I imagined the dying men around me, the shells, the parachute ripping, the Nazis who welcomed me to the ground... Yea that was a bad day. As I saw the ground getting closer, I looked around for my car. He was also hurtling towards the ground. I scrambled towards him. I popped his trunk.

"Common... There has to be some type of parachute!"

Then I remembered, most of the time, he always has a Plan B. We were shopping at a Military Gear warehouse when... 

"Why did you get a parachute? Are you going jumping with your friend, the Red Bull car?"

"No, it's just another Plan B preparation. Recently, I had a vision of me being struck by lighting, and me going dead. Like in BTF part 2, and this time, I was high up. I don't want the crap to happen to me again, so it's just a precaution mate." 

(http://youtu.be/raFNhdKE5cI) (I know its in Spanish, the only thing that matters is the first 35 seconds)

Turns out, he would need it. Even though he was knocked out, his emergency auto-detection systems were still operational. 

*Beep!* "Rapid Altitude Height Decrement has been detected. Deploying Parachute":*FWOOOP!*

I grabbed ahold of him. He was on lockdown, so I couldn't get inside. It was smooth sailing until a hundred feet in the air. A blue streak came thundering towards us. 

*FUUM BOOSH!*

And as it hit us, It made a sonic boom. It hit us hard, all 3 of us going in rapid directions. Blowing me off, and I was thrown far into a forest. I fell, snapping bones. Then bam, I hit ground floor on this insane elevator to hell. Thank God. And thank God I passed out too. Because was I in some pain when I woke up...

Waking up, I looked around, but wait, there were bandages on my face. 

"What the hell? Where am I?"

No answer. I reached down to my chest, and startled clawing at it. (Will be explained later.) I need a knife. Also, I'm an idiot. Why would you let the enemy know your awake? It's more simple and fun to kill an enemy when they are surprised. I started to take off the bandages. 

"Hey your awake!"

Said a female voice. If a female voice woke me up in an unknown area, then I must be at an Aperture facility. 

"If I do all your stupid challenges, I better get my damn cake this time!"

"What are you talking about? You must hit your head a lil' too hard."

I wasn't thinking straight..

. 

"Who is this?"

"All will be revealed to you, when you heal."

"Atleast let me take off my face bandages." 

"My friend, if you do that, your in for a shock..."

"Look lady-" I said as I started to unravel the bandages. 

"I have woken up in Prison, The Kremlin, the DMZ, the Fuehrer bunker, rook islands, vault 101, Kino Der Toten, Krispy Kreme, and even hell itself. I assure you, I won't be shoc-" 

As the last bandage came of, I saw... Her... A pony. 

She was a white unicorn, with electric blue hair, a musical note on her hide, and red shades. She has a hyper smile on. 

"Hey how's it going?"

"Heh, I know this is all a figment of my imagination..."

Then she punched me. 

"Can figments do that?"

I sighed, then looked down, with the last bit of sanity dripping away. Is this really happening? 

"I have 5 questions." 

"Ask away." 

"Are you real?" 

She punched me again. 

"If you felt that, then yes, yes I am."

"Am I dreaming?" 

She was about to slap me when I said that wasn't necessary.

"Am I dead?" 

"Your heart rate seems normal."

"It's not a heart rate, it's a bomb."

"What?"

"Long story. Am I wearing oculus rift?"

She raised her hoof to punch me again when I said, 

"Obviously not... Alright, final question, have you seen my car?"

"Is it the DeLorean engulfed in flames?"

"For the love of..."

I got up and went to the door.

"Where are you going?"

"I got to get my car, before he falls into the wrong hands!" 

"So your afraid he's gonna get scratched up? He's just a car."

Thinking, I had to explain to her that he is more than just a car. 

"That car is more than just a car." 

Success! Victory! Slam dunk on the Easy Button, because I can explain things! 

"Let me guess, he's a collectible."

Damn it.

"No, he is a time machine, that can destroy the past, present, and future. If he is misused, his Flux Capacitor can meltdown, tearing a hole in the space and time, destroying everything!" 

"Woah, your more crazy than I am, even when I'm blazing!" 

"Say an enemy of yours hates you. He can take him, to go in the past, and kill you as a baby. He's already fell into the wrong hands a couple of times, and he would kill me if it happened again." 

(Sparing those who haven't seen BTF, here's an example. http://youtu.be/AUGLl1anR40)

"Do you even know where he is?"

"I'll follow the smoke trails." 

"It's dangerous to go out into the Everfree at night! TimberWoves, Changelings, Sea Bears..."

I had already assumed that I was in the world of MLP. But right now, I had bigger things to worry about. 

"Timber wolves, I'll kill them." 

"They will just reform."

"I have incendiary bullets. They can't reform when they are small neat piles of ASH. I'll kill the changelings, and if there's a sea bear, I'll just draw a circle." 

I saw my AR-15 on the table. It's amazing that I held on to that thing. But then again, they taught us in paratrooping school, to hang on to your weapon, because when and if you land, it's the only ally you got. 

Vinyl came up to me. 

"Listen, I know where your from. And I know who you are. I know you should also try not to be seen."

"Why? How will the locals react?"

"Well, with the strange shit that has been going on recently, it's likely that they will blame you, lynch you, and kill you..."

"They can't kill me! As long as I got this bomb, I can't be killed. I can self heal, and even set this C4 to explode and still live for 24 hours. But if I get a C4 in my chest before my 24 hours ends, I'll still be rockin' it."

"Yea ok, let's see if your little Call of Duty mentality will let you respawn after a magical decapitation..."

*Gulp.* "Alright, I'll go stealth. See you later."

"Wait, let me go with you. I know this town, and generally know my away around the Forest."

"The last time I took a guide with me to a wooded area, it was the jungle, and the guide worked for the enemy, and before you knew it, Vietcong jumped out of the trees and attacked my platoon."

"Look Kamikazee,"

"How do you know my name?" 

"TF2 forums, V.S. is the Best. ." 

"That was you?"

"Yup. I know where your car is, I will take you to him." 

She gathered some supplies, and injected a liquid in her arm. She took some pills, and slid on a hoodie.

"Ms. Scratch?"

"Don't call me that. Call me Vinyl."

"Right, you said the forest is dangerous at night right? Well shouldn't you take like a gun or something to defend yourself?" 

"Guns? We don't have many of those. I mean, the guards do. Not too long ago they were banned in Ponyville, until the "Right to Hoove Arms" act. But I don't have any bullet poppin' weapons. What do you think this is, Call of duty?" 

"Just saying that if a hound starts to munch your ass, it's not my fault." 

"Don't worry, I have weaponry...."

She trotted to a panel and skreamed "SKREAM ME SOME MORE!" 

A wall opened. Inside were computers, weapons of some type and wub machines. 

"What's all this now?"

"It's my musical mutilation armory!" 

"Is that a-" 

"Bass Cannon? Yes. It is. It's too heavy to drag along, so I'll just go with something lighter."

A Gun in a glass case caught my attention. Vinyl Scratch opened it, and lifted it up. 

"A Dubstep Gun? Holy spit!" 

"A working model, yes. It can be set to Party, Stun, Kill, and Obliterate. Currently, I'm working on a death rave setting." 

"What is this? Saints row?" 

"Nope it's my little pony." 

Strapping on the contraption of wonderful chaos, she turned to me and said, 

"Lets go find your friend."