I just want to thank everybrony for all of the positive support, I am glad that my character (who is an exact representation of me) was able to personify so many other bronies out there. This chapter will be even longer than last one. Random quote- ‘We are legion’- Anonymous (Not to be confused with omglololblahblahblah- Anon(4chan).

That walk wasn’t that long I thought as I moseyed (Yes moseyed, u jelly?) up to my house, gravel crunching under my feet. I had thought about just going to sleep, but I had decided that I needed to just relax after what happened today. I opened the door using the key I keep under the welcome mat and stepped inside.

“Ah, good to be home.” I say, throwing my hoodie over my chair and walking into my bedroom. Okay, it was me and my brother’s bedroom, but now that I’m in a new world (mentally tebows) the whole house is mine!

I walk over to my bed and turn my Xbox on, then the TV. Ah, electronics, thank you for not abandoning me. I walk over to my game drawer and take out Call of Duty: Black Ops, as I don’t feel like playing a game with noob tubers at the moment.

After the overly long introduction sequence, I am online playing team deathmatch, and kicking total ass with my ridiculously overpowered  FAMAS. Woo! I love this gun!

I decide to put on some music over my subs, so I reach over to my stereo system, select deadmau5, select Bounce, hit play, and get back to the playing the game with some kick-ass music in the background.

After about thirty minutes of gaming, I make a stunning conclusion; I’m hungry. I walk over to the stereo, hit pause, and walk out to the kitchen. I open the fridge, Now what am I going to eat? Ham? Nah. Bologna? Nah. Turkey? Whatever.

I take out a few slices of deli turkey, put a few slices of bread in the toaster, then get out the mustard and a can of Pepsi.

*Knock Knock Knock* ”Hello, Danny you there?”

Oh Fuck. It was Rainbow Dash, and I was totally unprepared for guests, let alone ponies. Oh shit oh shit oh shit, wait, maybe this isn’t a bad thing, I suddenly realize. I walk over to the door and open it. I see Rainbow Dash waiting on my welcome mat with an exited expression on her face.

“Hey Danny, is this a bad time?” She asks me, “It’s just I was really excited to see this technology.”

“No, no. It’s no problem at all, Dash.” I chuckle a little bit at Dash’s enthusiasm, “Come on in!”

“Awesome!” She walks through my front door, “Nice house, by the way.”

“Thanks!” I say, “But it’s not really my house.”

“What do you mean? You live here don’t you?” She looks confused.

“Actually, it’s my parent’s house. Well, it was my parent’s house, now it’s mine, considering that they don’t exist anymore.” I look around, still taking in this fact for myself.

“Oh, so you left your family behind when you came here?” She looks kind of sad now.

“Yeah, and I’d do it all over again too if I had the choice.” She looks shocked at this announcement, “You know what? I’ll tell you about that stuff later, let’s just take a look at some of this technology, ‘kay?”

“Okay Danny!” She perks up again.

“You don’t mind me eating first, right?” I ask, not wanting to make her wait, “I’m kinda hungry, haven’t ate all day.”

“Actually, I’m sorta hungry too. You got anything else in there?” She points to the fridge, “What is that thing, anyways?”

“It’s a fridge. It keeps food cold so that it doesn’t go bad.” I explain to her.

“That’s cool.” Says Dash, impressed, “So is there anything that I can eat?”

“Yeah, I  think.” I open the fridge, “Do you like bagels?”

“Yeah, bagels sound good.” I hear her say behind me, “How are you going to cook it, though?”

“Toaster. It can cook bread, bagels, stuff like that.” I get out a bagel and pop it into the toaster.

“Do you like cream cheese?” I ask her.

“What’s cream cheese?” She asks, confused again, “The only kind of cheese we have here in Equestria comes in brick-like clumps. I do like cheese though.”

“Okay, cream cheese it is.” I get out a knife and open the top of the container just as the bagel pops up.

I take out the bagel and put both halves onto a plate. I then use the knife to spread cream cheese onto both halves. After I’m done I present the finished product to Dash.

“Bon appetite.” I say in a joking French accent.

“Thanks!” Dash says as she begins consuming the bagel, which she seems to enjoy.

I sit down to finish my sandwich, which I accomplish quickly.

“That was awesome!” She says after she finishes the snack, “I didn’t know you were a cook!”

“Cook? Me?” I am taken aback, she called me a cook because I can make a bagel, “No, no, you see, all I did was press a button and spread some cheese, it’s far from a skill.”

“Whatever, it was still good.” She said with a smile, which made me feel better.

“Well, now that that’s done, I can show you some of my technology.” I tell her.

I lead Dash into my bedroom and take a seat on my bed, which is directly in front of the TV. I motion for her to take a seat next to me, which she does. She looks around my room in awe, staring at my TV and my game consoles.

“What are those?” She asks, exited to find out, “Are they advanced technology?”

“Yeah, this is some pretty advanced stuff.” I tell her, “Rather than try to explain it to you, I think I’ll just show you.”

I touch the xbox power button, then I power up the TV. When Dash sees the video feed, she gasps. I take out Call of Duty and instead choose to play The Orange Box. In no time at all, I’m at the Team Fortress 2 main menu.

“Okay, Dash, you need to understand something about this particular game,” I begin to explain as Rainbow cocks her head, “It’s violent. Your main objective is to kill people on the enemy team. It’s a super fun and really popular game where I’m from, however. Remember, this is just a game and that’s what I think of it as. I just play this to have fun, not because I enjoy killing people.”

“Okay, but it still sounds really weird.” She looks mildly horrified, “Doesn’t mean I don’t wanna see it in action!”

I press find match and choose 2fort (who wouldn’t?). Now that I’m in the game, I have to explain a little more to Dash, who is still staring intently at the TV screen.

“Okay, this game is based on teams and classes.” I explain, “There’s the RED team and the BLU team. I’m playing with real people right now, just so you know. There are also nine classes, each of which contributes to the fight in a different way. My personal favorite is the Scout, who is super fast and really good at close range fighting.”

“That’s cool.” Dash says as I select the Scout and begin to play by running across the bridge.

“What is that thing you’re holding?” She asks, noticing the gun in my character’s hand, “Is that some sort of weapon?”

“Yeah, it is.” I notice a seemingly AFC (Away From Controller) enemy Engineer and begin to shoot him, “This is what it does.” I finish as I kill the enemy Engie.

“Wow, that’s violent.” She comments, “But it’s not too bad, it actually looks fun.”

I play the game for about twenty more minutes, by the end of which Dash was actually enjoying herself. She commented on how she wished she could play too. I also spent this time explaining to her television and, to some extent, the internet.

“Well, that’s enough of that.” I say as I turn the Xbox off.

“Come oooon Danny!” She protests.

“No, I’ve gotta tell you more about where I come from,” I know this may go really bad, but I’m gonna have to tell her eventually, so why not now?

“Awesome! This should be cool!” She looks at me with eager eyes.

“Dash, don’t you remember what I told everypony at Twilight’s house?” I say this with a cold voice that seems to shock Dash, “The people in my world are assholes. But that’s only just scratching the surface. I didn’t want to say this in front of everypony because I didn’t want to scare them, but I trust you. Please remember, though, that my world is anything but cool.”

“Danny…” she seems at a loss for words.

“Every day, when I woke up, all that I wanted to do was go back to sleep. Not because I was tired, but because I didn’t want to face life. Life was awful. Sometimes things got so bad that I didn’t even want to live. My world filled me with hate, spite, and sadness. But that last one had to be suppressed. I didn’t show sorrow, nor did I show weakness. If I had, people would’ve used me and exploited my weaknesses. I didn’t want those fuckers to mess with me.”

“I-I had no idea.” Dash looks as if she just saw a ghost.

“But one thing saved me from being a depressed jerk. One thing gave me reason to trudge through each and every day. That thing was the TV show called My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic. The show was targeted at young girls, like the previous iterations of the show that had come before, all of which sucked. But this new version was different, it had real characters with real personalities and the internet went crazy over it. It wasn’t mainstream, but it had a fanbase over one million strong, half of which were men aged from 14 to 35, who called themselves bronies. I was one of them. The show taught many people to love and tolerate, and became a beacon of hope in a world of pain. This show is about the adventures of you, Rainbow Dash, you and your five friends.”

“N-no way.” She says weakly, “D-Danny, are you serious?”

“I don’t lie to peop-, I mean, ponies I care about. I’m not Applejack, but I’m not a liar either. You can trust me.” I explain in a cool, yet compassionate tone.

“What did I do in the show?” She asked me in a curious tone.

“Well, you’re the element of loyalty, you love going fast, and you’re my favorite character on the show.” I explain as if it were obvious.

“Why me? I mean, I know I’m awesome, but Fluttershy’s nicer, Twilight’s smarter, Pinkie’s more fun, and Rarity’s more beautiful.” She looks confused, flattered, and sad.

“Well, I don’t really think that Rarity is more beautiful, first off, and besides that, you’re super cool and you watch out for your friends, which I think is awesome. On top of that you broke the fucking sound barrier! No living creature on Earth even comes close to that!” I say this looking at her with a reassuring smile.

“Heh, thanks.” She smiled and blushed a little, “You’re pretty cool, too.”

“One thing though that really pisses me off, though, is when people in my world assume that, because you have a rainbow mane and a tomboyish personality, that you are a lesbian.” I spit this line with hatred.

“What!?! They think because I have this awesome mane that I like mares?” I seems angry too, yet at the same time, hurt, “It’s just like before…”

“What do you mean?” I ask, confused for the first time since being here, “Has this happened to you before?”

“Yeah, at flight school.” She seems hurt and vulnerable; I’ve never seen Rainbow like this, “You probably have had worse things happen to you, though, so let’s just forget I said anything, ‘kay?” She puts on a fake smile.

“Yeah, but what kind of friend would I be then?” I say in a concerned tone, “Look, just because I came from an awful place doesn’t mean that I don’t sympathize with anypony. So let’s hear about what happened at this flight school, okay Dash?”

“Well, it started right after I did my sonic rainboom,” Dash begins her story in a sad tone, “All of the bullies had stopped teasing me about being Rainbow Crash, which was good. Then one of them decided that because of my mane colors and my attitude, that I was a dyke. So all of the bullies started calling me Rainbow Dyke or Filly Fooler, and it hurt a lot more than Rainbow Crash.”

“That’s awful, Dash, but I’ve gotta ask you,” I begin in a voice that hopefully channeled sympathy, “Are you really a lesbian?”

“No. I’m not.” She stated simply, “I’m just a normal mare who loves going fast.”

“Stupid dickbags, they’re probably just jealous that they can’t pull off a sonic rainboom or a buccaneer blaze!” I say reassuringly, “You don’t deserve to be treated like that. Nopony does, but especially not you. You’re too awesome.”

“Thanks, I guess.” She says, her cheeks glowing red now.

Dash begins to scoot closer to me. Holy shit! This is happening!

“Dash, you’re the best friend I’ve ever had,” I start, “You stayed by my side before you even knew if I was dangerous. You’re already telling me very personal stories. You trust me, and I swear that I won’t betray that trust.”

“Thanks, Danny.” She says softly, turning her face away from me.

“I only felt anger and agony in my past life,” I begin, “But now, with you here, it’s hard not to feel happier than I ever have felt.”

She says nothing but nuzzles me gently, a gesture that obviously is meant to project caring.

“Danny, is it okay if I stay over at your house tonight?” The question hits me like a rock. Or a Rainbow Dash.

“Um, sure?” I answer, confused. Does she like me? Why me?

“It’s just, living alone is lonely and boring.” She tells me, “And you’re pretty cool. I kinda wanna get to know you better.”

“Okay, well you can sleep over there.” I point to my brother’s bed, “But what do you wanna do?”

“Well, I’d like to see that show that you said was about us.” She looks exited again.

“Okay then, just hold on one second.” I say, beginning to search for my PSP.

I look under my brother’s bed to no avail. Then I switch my search to the dining room table, which is where we usually throw all of our crap. Considering it’s in the living room, we never eat there, and we need a place to put our electronics so that they are ready to go in the morning. It is here that I find it.

“Okay here we go.” I say, displaying the PSP, “I have a few episodes on here, including the one where you do the sonic rainboom.”

“Really! That’s so cool!” Her eyes light up.

“Yeah, it is pretty awesome.” I say as I lie down on my bed, motioning for her to lie next to me.

I turn on the power on click on the episode; Sonic Rainboom. As we watch it, I occasionally look over at Dash’s face, and she seems to be enjoying herself. When the end credits come up, she yawns, telling me that it’s most likely time for bed. That and the fact that my clock says 1:30.

“Well, time to go to bed.” I say, turning off the PSP and setting it on my nightstand.

“Yeah, I’m getting sorta tired,” The cyan pegasus says, yawning and hovering over to my brother’s bed, “Well, goodnight Danny.”

“Night Dash, see ya tomorrow.” I say, turning off my lamp and laying down as darkness swallows the room.

I try to sleep, but I’m kept awake by the question of whether Dash likes me or not. I want her to like me, but I just didn’t think that it would ever happen. I hear Dash sleeping peacefully over in my brother’s bed, curled up with her messy rainbow mane. She was so goddamn cute.

I just lie there for a long time, thinking about my new possibilities for this world, when, around 3:00, I hear heavy breathing coming from Dash’s bed. I look over to see her form sitting up, panting heavily and sweating. I couldn’t clearly make out her features, but I could tell that she wasn’t happy.

“Dash, you okay?” I say softly, getting out of bed and walking over to her bed, sitting at the side of the bed.

“Y-Yeah, i-it’s just a n-nightmare,” She sounded terrified, “I-I’ll be fine.”

“Dash, I’m here for you,” I say, trying to sound compassionate, “It’s okay.”

“W-well, my dad always used to t-tell me how useless I was,” She said still shaking, “H-He was always mean and would punish me if I failed any flying tests, or if I annoyed him. H-He would usually just chase me around until he caught me, where he would tell me how I would never join the Wonderbolts, or how I was an awful flier.”

“Dash, that’s terrible.” I say, amazed that she had felt so much pain.

“S-Sometime, though, he would get violent and hit me. One time, he hurt me really bad, and I ran away f-from home. He caught me eventually, and punished me, but as soon as I finished flight school, I flew away. I packed all of my stuff into a backpack and flew to the nearest town, which was Ponyville.”

“Dash, I had no idea, is that what your nightmare was about?” I say, putting an arm around her in an attempt to comfort her, “That’s so sad, I had no idea. I’m here though now, so don’t be scared.”

“O-Okay, Danny, t-thank you,” She says, her stuttering beginning to recede, “Thank you.”

She wraps her hooves around my body and rests her head against my chest. I feel tears dampen my shirt. I am at peace, both in mind and body. I gently comb through her mane with my fingers, thinking that now, with Rainbow resting on my chest, I may be able to get some rest. I hear her snoring as I shut my eyes.

So… What do you think. This is the longest chapter that I have ever written for a fanfic, and I feel pretty good about it. also SOMEONE IS MAKING A 3D MLP MMO!!!! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XUxJV3GiXd4 Random Quote: ‘Are you a spy?’-Rainbow Dash (Not to be confused with ‘OMG SPY’-Noobish TF2 players).