I want to thank everybrony who supports me through this story. I forgot to mention that my dad doesn’t really own a shitload of guns. Also, somepony mentioned on fimfiction.com that it was not GLaDOS who said the cake is a lie, but in fact Doug Rattman. I apologize for this, I have corrected this error on fimfiction, but not on fanfiction.com, because the process is much too arduous. Random Quote: ‘WTF? U Serial?’ – Anyone who found out that pizza is a vegetable.

Two Hours Later-------Time: 1:30-------

I told Twilight all about humans; our inventions (excluding guns), our religions, our math studies, science, and our diet, which she seemed to accept much easier than I expected. That is, after I assured her that I wouldn’t eat ponies. She was also writing down everything that I said in a book.

One of the hardest things to explain was how everything in my world looked different, as this world was more cel-shaded. It took awhile, and I had to show her a few pictures, but she eventually accepted the fact that my world had a different ‘look’.

It was very hard finding ways to explain things without bringing up violence or anything that could lead to her asking me about my world. It took a long time for her to understand all of this, and I hadn’t even brought up war, hate, deceit, corruption, death, pain, and everything else that makes life life, nor did I plan to. I was, however, going to tell her about the show.

“Hey, Twilight, you remember what I told you about television shows?” I ask her nervously.

“Yeah. What about them?” She seems confused at the question.

“Well, this may, no, this will shock you, but your world exists in my world as a television show called My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic.” I explain, eliciting a stare of disbelief from Twilight.

“Wait, what? You mean that there’s a television show about Equestria in your world?” She looked surprised. No shit, Sherlock.

“Actually, the show is specifically about you and your five friends. It’s more of a kid show in our world, but that didn’t stop a bunch of guys and girls way over the targeted age group from enjoying and obsessing over the show.” I explain, Twilight getting more confused by the second, “But the thing is, your world only exists as a cartoon, nothing more. It’s fiction to us, thought up by a talented group of people, most notably; Lauren Faust. You have hundreds of thousands of people that would do anything to talk to you, Twilight. You’re like a mini-celebrity.”

“What? Me…Popular?” She seems unfamiliar with the idea, “No, no. I’m just a bookworm from Canterlot who’s pretty good at magic.”

“Pretty good? You’re fucking awesome!” She cringes when I swear, “You’re the most talented unicorn in Equestria, I bet. Don’t sell yourself short, Twilight, you single-hand-err-hoofedly took down an Ursa! That’s pretty damn awesome! According to most bronies, you’re pretty cute too.”

“Well, I suppose-wait. Did you say cute?” She blushes, “Well, I don’t know about that.”

Just then, Spike walks in. He casually gazes around the room, then his eyes settle on me. He looks shocked, but then calms down very quickly.

“Are you Danny? Twilight told me all about you. I was up looking for books about humans for two hours!” He seems mildly aggravated, but then regains his cool.

“Hey Spike, yeah I’m Danny. Nice to meet ya!” I say wearing a smile.

“Wait, how do you know my name?” Hey seems suspicious.

“Twilight, do you have some kind of spell that could replay what I told you?” I ask her hopefully.

“Actually, yeah. I just perfected it a few days ago. It lets me replay any memory that I had in the last two days in an extremely fast rate.” She explains, “So in theory, Spike could understand everything you told me in the past two hours, in only five seconds.”

“That’s awesome. And useful!” I exclaim.

“Now stand back, Danny.” She closes her eyes in concentration as her horn begins to emit a purple aura, “Spike, stand still, this will only take a second.”

“Twilight wait! What are you-!” He is cut short as a purple beam (of pure awesomeness, I’m assuming) cut through the room and hits him. At first I don’t notice anything different, then I notice that his eyes are swirly, like he’s in a trance. Either that or he’s wasted.

“What the- what happened to me?” He snaps out of the trance, “Woah, I can remember stuff that you said. Is that what your world’s like? We exist as a cartoon?”

“Yup, and a damn good one at that!” I say excitedly, “You wanna watch an episode? I got them all on my laptop.”

“Sure, I guess.” I hear Twilight say, I am already pulling up episode one on youtube, “What is this one about?”

“Well, this one is actually the first episode. It follows the events of you when you came to Ponyville.” I explain.

“Oh, you mean when we defeated Nightmare Moon?” She asks.

“Yeah, come on, the video’s ready, let’s watch it!” I click play and the intro narration begins.

I honestly expect her to get bored of it quickly, as she had already experienced this stuff. Making it surprising when she not only didn’t get bored, but she actually asked if there was a part two! We watched both parts all the way through. She actually seemed to be hooked, which surprised me.

“So, what do ya think?” I ask as the ending credits appear on the screen.

“Well, it’s definitely accurate, that’s exactly what happened on the night of the Summer Sun Celebration.” She seemed surprised and jotted something down in her book, “How many episodes are there?”

“Well, ummmm, Let’s think, there were 26 in season one and there were three in season 2 when I left, so that means, there were twenty-nine episodes by the time I was transported.” I said, sure of myself.

“Wow, twenty nine, and that was one episode?” She seems confused.

“No, no. That episode was a season opener; it was twice as long as the normal episode.” I explain, “Remember when the episode cut off and I had to pull up part two? That’s where a normal episode would’ve ended.”

“Oh, I get it.” She says, writing something else down in that book, “So what are you gonna show me now?”

“Actually,” I feel my stomach growl, “I’m pretty hungry, do you have anything to eat?”

“Yeah, I could grab something up for you, I hope you like apples,” Spike says Jesus! I forgot he was there!, “Because we have a lot of them.”

“Yeah, I like apples,” I say as Spike runs out into the kitchen.

We talk for a few more hours, occasionally I have to skirt around issues, like when Twilight asked about fan-art for the series I had to be REALLY careful not to show any rule 34, lesbian, or cupcakes-esque art show. Thank god I had a lot of art on my computer already.

Two Hours Later-------Time: 3:30-------

I explain that I am still in school, which hits them like a rock.

“Wait, so you’re still a kid?” She seems confused, “How old are you?”

“I’m fourteen, thank you very much. No I am not a kid, I am a teenager.” I am annoyed at the comparison, “In our world, you have to know a lot more to make it, so school go from age six to age eighteen, at least where I’m from. Oh yeah, and I fucking hate it.”

“Hate? Why would you hate school?” Apparently, in Equestria school wasn’t totally awful, “You get to meet friends and learn!”

“Hah! Friends! On my world, friends are fake ninety percent of the time.” I see her face twist into a confused expression, “Also, learning is okay, if I learn about stuff that I want to learn about, or at least stuff that I’m going to use! I don’t fucking care how you figure out a decagon’s volume!”

“Why do you use those words?” She seems shocked at how easy I use the f word.

“Because one; I can. Two; I like to speak strongly, and these words convey strong emotion.” I explain, clearly not giving a fuck, “Don’t worry, I’m not going to blurt them out every three seconds in normal conversation. I just sometimes need to let emotions out.”

“I understand. It’s just that I’ve never met somepony that was so, um, foul-mouthed.” She seemed embarrassed at what she had just said, “I’m sorry, did I hurt your feelings?”

“I don’t have feelings. At least, I didn’t used to.” She seems shocked at this, “I had no friends, no foreseeable future, no love, and nothing to live for.”

“Danny. I’m sorry.” She seems sad now, a tear rolling down her face, “I didn’t know.”

“It’s not your fault, nor is it anypony’s fault. I really don’t wanna talk about this right now, kay?” I don’t really want to go any deeper into the issue right now, “Well, I actually have to go now; I’m supposed to hang out with Rainbow soon.”

“Oh, well have fun!” She says as I pack up my backpack, sliding (throwing) my laptop into the sack, then throwing it over my back.

I wave goodbye as I walk outside, crouching to get under the door. I look around, noticing the eerie quiet of the town. What the hell, it’s only 3:30. There are no ponies walking around and I don’t notice Rainbow Dash performing in the sky, either. Whatever, just makes my life easier.

I walk to the trail and grab my bike, which is still there right where I left it. I take out my mp3, put on ‘Move’- Madworld Soundtrack, get on the bike, put on the helmet, and kick the throttle.

In no time, I’m going 50+ miles per hour, dust blasting behind me. I can’t hear shit, and wouldn’t have it any other way. I see my driveway in the distance and begin to slow down. Coming to a crawl, I walk my bike up to the garage and put it away. I take off my helmet and put it on a nearby table and walk out of the door.

I open the door to my house, ready to relax before hanging out with Dash. As soon as I’m inside, I slip off the backpack and take out my laptop.

I walk into the living room and immediately sense that something isn’t right. All of the blinds are closed and I can’t see shit! I feel the wall for the light switch, relying on my sense of touch rather than smell. Aha! There we go! I flip the switch, hearing a satisfying click.

“SURPRISE!” I hear several dozen ponies yell, causing me to jump.

My whole living room is filled with candy-colored ponies. The ceiling has streamers draping down from it. I couldn’t believe it, it was my party! OH FUCK! IT”S MY PARTY! YEAH BITCHES!

I know, I know. This chapter is shorter. I couldn’t really think of anything else to put in without spoiling future plot moments. I hope you enjoy the new title picture, fimfiction.com readers. Random Quote: ‘FUS RO DAH’- Skyrim.