That’s right! I’m back with another chapter! This one was going to be shorter, then it just ballooned out of control. I hope that you like. Random Quote- ‘Bow Chicka Bow Wow’-Tucker

I must’ve stood there awestruck for some time, because when I snapped out of my daze, everypony is staring at me. Suddenly, I see Pinkie Pie walking up to me with a smile on her face.

“Hi Danny this is your party! Remember your new here and I throw parties for every new pony in Ponyville! Of course you’re not really a pony are you?” Does she even have to breathe? She said, taking a gasp during the break. Okay, so she has to abide by some rules.

“Wow, just wow.” I notice a few ponies giving me stares, some of disgust, others of curiosity, “All this, for me? A party? A crowd? Thank you, I-I really don’t know what to say.”

“What do you mean, silly willy? It’s your party! Of course all this is for you!” She hadn’t the faintest idea of what I meant by the comment, “Now go have fun! I set up punch over there!” She points to my kitchen table where a clear bowl of purple liquid was being displayed next to a stack of cups, “There’s the record player I brought!” She points to an old-looking phonograph sitting in one corner of my living room, “Well, that’s it, now have some fun!”

“Um, Hi everypony.” I see that they’re all still staring at me and I intend to make a good impression, “So, I guess you’re wondering what I am. Well, to be blunt, I’m a human. I come from a different world that, while similar, is still quite different than your world. I am not here to hurt any of you, I just want to clear up that issue right now. In fact, all that I really wanna do is make friends, with all of you.”

“So, what’s this world of yours like?” I hear a pony ask. I scan the room, trying to figure out who said it, finding a mint colored mare to be at the other end of the voice.

“Actually, explaining that would take way too long and frankly, I wanna enjoy this party! Nobody’s ever thrown me a party before! Hell, I’ve never felt this welcome in my life. Not even by my own species.” I quiet down toward the end, remembering why I am so happy to be here, remembering why I hated life, “In fact, I absolutely hated damn near everything about my life. People were jerks, the world sucked, and most of the emotions I felt were negative. I really don’t wanna talk about this right now, maybe later.”

I could read the ponies faces. Some were curious, but most were sad. I just wanted to get the party started, however.

“Well, enough about me. Let’s party!” I yell, somehow triggering music to start playing from the phonograph. Bad music. Think classical mixed with annoying pop. Yeah, ‘nuff said. Somehow, the ponies seem to enjoy this ‘music’, but I simply have to fix this.

I look around the room and see Rarity over at the punch table, drinking the purple liquid out of a cup. Hey, I’m actually pretty thirsty. I walk through the kitchen, past Rarity, and over to the fridge. I open it and get out a can of Monster. Aahhh, this’ll do.

“Yo, Rarity!” I say, walking over to her with my can of Monster, “How’s it going?”

“Hello Danny! Simply fabulous party Pinkie Pie arranged here, is it not?” She smiles, noticing the can of pop in my hand, “What’s that?”

“Oh this? It’s just an energy drink.” I take note of her confused stare, “They have lots of sugar and caffine, taste good, and can keep you going for hours. It’s got sugar and caffeine. What’s not to love?”

“Could I try a sip?” She seems curious about this drink.

“Yeah, sure.” I open the can, “Well, here you go.”

Rarity stares at the can cautiously for a second, and then I notice her horn begin to glow as the can is levitated out of my hand. She moves the can up to her mouth, then takes a sip of the drink. Her eyes shoot open and she sets the can down. She takes a few seconds to regain her composure

“Wow, that was… different.” She says, grimacing, “How do you drink that?”

“Heh, it’s not that bad once you get used to it.” I say, half-defensively, half-seriously, “I personally love this stuff. I love the taste, even though most people do recoil at their first sip. Wait, this isn’t what I wanted to tell you, dammit, I always trail off.”

“What did you want to tell me, Danny?” She seems curious.

“Well, this party is awesome and all… it’s just that I need to contribute too, considering it is MY party. I already have a great idea of how I could entertain everypony here; I just need some help getting the necessary stuff out of my room.” I say, hoping that she will help me, “I see that you can lift stuff with your magic, so could you help me? I don’t want to sound too pathetic, but I could really use some help here.”

“Of course, I’ll always help a friend in need. If I didn’t then what kind of friend would I be?” She seemed ready to help.

*SLAM* I hear the back door shut, turning around, I find Twilight standing behind me, smiling. Spike was on her back, panting and wheezing. Like he actually walked.

“Awesome party, Twilight.” I tell her, smiling right back.

“It wasn’t my idea, it was Pinkie’s. We just all played our parts and made sure that you had a good time.” Her face transforms into one of grim tidings, “By what you’ve told me, it sounds like you deserved one.”

“Yeah, I guess. Hey, me and Rarity were going to grab some stuff from my room. We could use your help.” I say, trying to convince her to help us, “I got a sick surprise for everypony tonight.”

“Sick, what do you mean?” Rarity asks while Twilight looks on, confused.

“It means awesome.” I explain.

“Oh, okay, I guess” Twilight responds, shaking her back, “Spike, come on, go and have fun.”

“Fine, fine.” He gets off of Twi’s back and walks into the living room.

“Okay, now follow me, this is gonna be so cool if it works.” I say, walking through the living room and into my bedroom.

“Okay, now here’s where the problem is. I need to move that,” I gesture towards my subwoofer,”And that” I gesture toward my other subwoofer, “And finally, those” I point toward my double stack of two slightly larger subs sitting on the staircase.”

“What would you ever need so many speakers for?” Rarity asks in a concerned tone.

“Heh, you’ll see. Trust me, though; this is gonna be wicked awesome.” I say enthusiastically, “Can you help me move these out into the living room? I really don’t wanna break them by bumping into somepony.”

“Sure Danny, we’ll help you. That’s what friends are for.” Twilight says with a smile, her horn beginning to glow.

It takes roughly fifteen minutes to get every speaker plugged in out in the living room. There are two on one wall, then two more in the corners opposite to that wall. I know it will be worth it, however. Now I just need a table for my laptop and I can run this party like a mofo! I go into the computer room and grab a folding table, carrying it out into the living room. I also grab a pair of headphones. I set it up so that I can look straight into the ‘dance zone’. This attracts everypony’s attention, but I could care less, as I’m not ready to party quite yet.

I set my laptop on the table and run back into my room, grabbing a few cords for my speakers from under the staircase. I walk out through the living room into the kitchen, grabbing some grey tape from one of the drawers. I then walk out to the living room, pushing through the crowd to plug in the cords to the speakers. I tape the cords to the ground, to avoid tripping and unplugging. By now, everypony has stopped dancing and they are all looking curiously at me. Heh, stopped dancing, I’ll have to fix that.

I finally plug the cords into my laptop. I also plug my headphones into the laptop and wrap them around my neck. I look around and notice that everypony is staring at me, as if expecting me to do something. I see Pinkie Pie, who is absolutely reeling in anticipation. I also notice Dash, who is floating a little bit, to get a better view of me. Boy, this is so fucking awesome.

“Hey, me again. You’re all probably wondering what I’m doing up here with all these speakers.” I notice everpony seems to be hanging on my every word, “The simple answer; music. I am amazed that you made such an awesome party for me, but I’m not just going to sit by and let this party run itself. I want to help too and thanks to Twilight and Rarity, I can!”

Everypony turns to look at Twilight and Rarity, who respond only with light blushes. I decide to take the attention off of them, as I want to dance NOW.

“Okay now, the main event. Before we start, I want to ask how many of you enjoy music.” I notice several ponies step forward, including the one I knew as Vinyl Scratch, only she wasn’t wearing her goggles. I could clearly see her blazing red eyes, “Okay, awesome. You are going to love this song, especially if you love dancing and awesome beats.”

I notice Vinyl’s expression change from curiosity to anticipation. I grab my can of monster, set it next to the computer, crack my knuckles, and put on Animal Rights by Deadmau5.

At first, everypony looked confused at the repetitive drum beat. When the bass farts came in (Yeah I don’t really know what else to call that sound), I noticed a few ponies, such as Octavia and Vinyl were tapping their hooves to the beat, nothing heavy. Then 1:00 happened. When it hit 1:00, then initial beat dropped and I started clapping my hands together to get everypony moving to the beat, and I can’t say it didn’t work. By 1:30, when the beat dropped again, I got most everypony moving to the beat in one way or another.

Vinyl Scratch was hanging out in the front right next to one of my subwoofers, furiously headbanging to the music. Pinkie was bouncing up and down in the audience. Fluttershy was lightly bobbing her head. I was slugging monster and whipping my arm like a mofo. I caught Rainbow headbanging wildly too. I swear I’m gonna dislocate my neck if I keep headbanging like this.

At 3:00, the beat settled down and I was pointing my fingers into the crowd, to the beat of course. At 3:30, the beat dropped once again, and everypony went back to dancing. I was using my arms to keep the crowd moving. At 4:30, the beat was minimalized and everypony kept dancing, obviously loving the song.

When the song ended, everypony cheered for me. I took a bow. I notice Vinyl walking up to me. She looked totally wrecked; her hair’s all wild and I can tell that she’s tired.

“Dude that was an awesome song! How did you do that?” She is gushing, “Wait, almost forgot to introduce myself. I’m Vinyl Scratch (Thank you fandom) and I’m the best DJ in Ponyville. You have to hook me up with some of those songs! I could make awesome mixes out of them.”

“Actually, I didn’t make these, nor do I know how to. The guy who makes these takes on the stage name of deadmau5, spelled d-e-a-d-m-a-u-five. He’s a genius with house music, and apparently computers and technology are heavily involved in making this music type.” She looks disappointed, but I do have good news, “I can still hook you up with tons of his music, that is, if you know how to make vinyl records.”

“Of course I do! My dad owns a record company and I learned how to make records when I was really young.” She seems super exited to get these records, “So when are we gonna make these records? I have a recording studio in my house, so you can name the time.”

“How about sometime tomorrow, that would work for me. I plan on ending this party at, I dunno, nine?” I say, garnering an approving response from most everypony, “Wait, where do you live? I don’t really know the town, having only been here for two days.”

“It’s right next to the bakery, it’s the house with the vinyl record on the door, you can’t miss it!”

“Okay, I’ll remember that. I at least know where the bakery is.” I learned that much while talking to Twilight, “I gotta get back to running this party, kay?”

“See ya,” She says as she walks back into the crowd.

Now it’s time to show something to everypony that they’ve never seen. Something that they would never want to see. Something that this world was nice enough to keep out. Something awful, horrible, but also necessary on Earth; war. I plug my laptop into the TV that is conveniently sitting right behind me.

“Okay, now you’re all probably tired from that song, so I’m going to show you something now that will explain part of why I used to be so cold. That something is war.” I get a few gasps from the audience, “War in our world is everywhere. We have a new war every, like, ten years at best. We don’t use swords and axes to fight our wars. Even cannons are archaic antiques to us.”

“Wh-What do you use then?” Twilight asks, eager but also afraid to learn. I see her pull out a notepad from seemingly nowhere and begin to write on it.

“Guns are the main thing that we use.” I pull up a picture of an AK-47 assault rifle on the computer, which projects it onto the TV screen, “This is a good example of a popular gun, an assault rifle to be more exact. This weapon will fire small metal projectiles at speeds of over two times the speed of sound.”

“What is the purpose of this?” She seems to have not grasped the concept of hurting somebody lethally yet.

“Okay, imagine if a piece of metal this big,” I show the rough size of an assault rifle bullet with my fingers, “Hits you going over twice the speed of sound. It will go through you body, wounding if not killing you. This is an instrument of war. What is war like? Just watch this.”

I feel completely heartless as I search Saving Private Ryan: Omaha Beach Invasion Scene on youtube. I know that this video will most likely leave most ponies in the room horrified.

(Watch this)

“This video is violent. Very violent. If you are a filly, I suggest that you leave the room now that is unless you want nightmares.” I see the CMC members begin to squirm, but they do not leave. It puzzles me as to why Rarity doesn’t tell Sweetie Belle to leave, but it’s not my sister, so whatever. Rarity’s probably just forgetting Sweetie Belle in the moment.

“Okay, this video depicts the actions of the United States, or American, Army, which are the good guys, invading Omaha beach in World War Two. This happened over fifty years ago, so war is a little less gruesome now.” I click play on the video.

“Ooohh, are they sick? One time I was sick and it was really bad. I ate baked bads and….” Pinkie continues to ramble on after seeing the first soldier throw up. Jesus Christ STFU.

“Pinkie watch. NOW.” I say in a serious tone as the timer approaches 1:45. Pinkie seems shocked, but continues to smile as she watches the video. Then they open the boat doors.

I swear I have never seen a smile get wiped off someone’s face so quickly. Pinkie’s hair deflates and her smile is replaced by a look of shock. Everypony’s eyes are wide and their mouths are gaping in a definite expression of horror. I really can’t blame them. Watching so many people die so quickly is horrifying to watch. Even for me it’s unsettling.

Then 4:20 happens, watching a person’s leg get blown off is quite horrifying. Several ponies gasp in horror. The others are, as expected, too horrorstruck to even speak. When everything gets quiet at 4:40, nopony says a word. They watch as a fuel pack ignites several soldiers, then one soldier looks for his arm, and finally when an entire boat is caught on fire. That’s enough. I think that I’ve made my point.

I pause the video, though many of the ponies don’t seem to notice, their eyes still wide in shock. Some seem to have tears in their eyes, while others are just frozen in horror.

“That day, over three thousand Americans lost their lives, while many of those who survived suffered injuries such as lost limbs, ruptured eardrums, and other things.” The ponies stare in disbelief. They probably haven’t had that many killings in the last thousand years, “This battle was just one of dozens that made up World War Two. Over the course of the war, over fifty million people lost their lives, counting innocent civilians.”

They sit there, horrorstruck at the prospect of so many bodies. So many corpses. So many graves. I can see that most ponies have tears building up by now.

“And this war wasn’t just an isolated incident. There have been many wars in the last couple hundred years.” They just stare as I continue my speech, “Yeah, but that was definitely the worst. No war that I know of has come close to that number of deaths. Wars now are much less brutal and horrifying.”

“Wh-Why?” Twilight asks, no longer levitating a notebook, “Why do this?”

“Some things are worth fighting for. The man who caused WW2 was insane; he killed innocents by the thousands and forced others into prison camps. A lot of countries, including the USA, decided that this wasn’t right. We were fighting to defeat this man, to stop his reign of terror. In the end we succeeded, but not without heavy losses.”

“O-Okay.” Twilight says weakly.

“Listen everypony. I came from a cold, cold world. People are mean, murder is common, and I wanted out. I don’t agree with war, but in a world like mine, you had to do what you had to do.” I see how grim I had made the party, even Pinkie Pie had her straightened, “Listen, just because my world is cold, doesn’t mean everything sucks. Watch this funny video that parodies war. It’s pretty funny, at least I think so.”

I go to Meet the Scout and press play; the video elicits some laughs from the crowd and definitely lightens the mood. I see Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie laughing in the crowd. I decide to show them video games.

“That video is actually based on one of the character from a video game, Team Fortress 2. It’s pretty cool, wanna see?” I get a confused response, “A video game is a thing that we use for entertainment on Earth. One sec, I gotta go get my mouse.”

I run into the computer room and grab the mouse from the desktop. I walk back into the living room and insert the mouse and boot up TF2. I see Dash get exited, as she had seen this game before and enjoyed watching it.

During the game that I played, which was CTF on 2fort, I played as all 9 classes. Most ponies were shocked at the violence in the seemingly happy, cartoony world. This, however, was the best time to show them the game, as they would think less of this violence after they just saw the Omaha Beach scene.

After about thirty minutes of awesome, I close the game. Most ponies seemed to genuinely find the game entertaining. Most were talking about what class they like the most. I heard Dash say she would be the Scout No Shit.

“So, what did you think? I thought that it was pretty fun.”

“Well, it was quite violent, though I do like the Spy’s proper mannerisms. I do realize that it was a lot less violent than that other video you showed us. How do you live in a world like that, so crude.” Rarity says, disgusted.

“Lemme tell you this, it wasn’t easy. I’m not one for self pity, but I really just want to escape my past.” I smile, “So, could you all maybe give me a chance?”

There was a collective smile, followed by a unanimous nod. I was beginning to be accepted.

“Look, there is ONE thing in my world that really made me happy. It’s actually kinda hard to explain.” I’m trying to figure out a way to tell them that they exist as a TV show, “Okay, you know books, right?” Everypony nods, “You know how some books are set in fictional worlds? Well, in our world, your world exists as a fictional TV show.”

I get looks of confusion, disbelief, and shock from the audience. Oh great, here I go again. I spend the next hour explaining TV shows, then My Little Pony: FIM. It took awhile to explain some aspects, such as how the show was directed towards little girls, but I got through most everything.

*Rumble* Oh great.

I walk away from the table, but not before putting on the playlist; Background Deadmau5 Party. I spot Pinkie Pie and begin to walk toward her.

“Hey, Pinkie. Is there anything to eat here?” I catch her in the middle of dancing, “I’m kinda hungry and really don’t feel like making something to eat.”

“Sure! We have all kinds of stuff to eat!” She walks over to a corner of the living room that I haven’t noticed, stopping in front of a table which had all kinds of foods on it, “Enjoy!”

She walked back into the crowd to dance to Complication by deadmau5. I took a look at the selection of food she had set up. Cupcakes, apple pies, cake, salad and a muffin. Sweet, last muffin! It’s my lucky day.

I reach in for the muffin, grabbing it. Before I pull it back, however, I notice a grey hoof on the muffin. OMFG DERPY HOOVES!

Yeah, Don’t expect the next chapter to be as long as this one. BTW, I would like a decent list of some HiE fics, as they can be rather difficult to track down. I used to be able to track them down easier, but then I took an arrow to the knee.