Dan's Journal Entry 001:

Today was very

Nah, screw formatting. No one is going to read this but me, but I'm pretty sure these guys can read minds sometimes. So they have no reason to really, then, do they?

I woke up in a dark room, lit by a dim orange tube-light lying length-ways along the ceiling. The room was rectangular, the length of the two shorter walls was just short enough for me to touch both at once if I extended both of my arms, and the two longer walls were about one and a half times longer than their shorter counterparts. There was a heavy-looking door on one of the longer walls.

As my initial panic faded slowly, I took note of my surroundings further. I had woke on a fairly comfortable sleeping-bag-like-sheet of cloth. And by 'fairly comfortable' I mean rough and slightly itchy but still more comforting than the rest of the room.

The only other things in the room were; what seemed to be a vent with cool air steaming through it, and a small rectangular hole on the bottom of one of the shorter walls. The hole was about the size of the largest side of a shoe-box and went into the wall for a couple inches before fading into a complete black void.

That's pretty strange, the light should reach further in than that.

I stood and composed myself - I had to be ready to face, talk to or perhaps even fight, my captor after all - and tried the door handle, only for it to come off of the door and fall to the ground with a metallic clang. The door showed no signs of the door handle ever actually being real, just a flat surface where it once was. Not even any screw holes, or any other kind of fixing agent.

That was red flag number one.

There was a seed of an idea that got planted in my brain when I noticed that, but I dismissed it as I heard some strange noises. The handle was obviously a trap! Of course! How could I have been so stupid! I looked around the room for any movement for about a minute into the noises, then slowly backed onto one of the shorter walls and sat, and relaxed a little. I was going to give myself a heart attack if I kept panicking.

I have to keep composure...

I noticed the noises stop, and a shuffling begin to sound from the top of the wall opposite the wall I had backed up against. I stared for a while and went back to fiddling with the door handle, trying to find a potential use. I then thought of something, and checked my pockets.

Nothing. I had put my phone on the bed-side table before I slept. Don't ask why I slept in clothes, it had been long week and a new college takes it out of a guy sometimes. Lucky I did, I would have been rather cold in there.

I ran out of ideas of things to do, so I looked to the rest of the room for sources of entertainment, I found that I had backed onto the wall that housed the hole. I was sitting in the center of the wall, and the hole was to my left. I threw the handle as hard as I could into the hole, to judge how deep it went into the wall. It disappeared for a second, then flew out at ten times the speed and hit the wall on the other side of the room. Not making a sound the whole time too, until it hit the wall, and it did so with a sickening metal-on-rock sound. The wall stood, unfazed, not even a scratch. Same for the handle.

"Well..." I whispered. I continued in a louder voice, "At least I now have ONE way to kill myself if need be..." I said this to no-one but myself, and I certainly wasn't expecting a response. Well, less of a response, more of a reaction; there was a small gasp from the same area I had heard the shuffling from earlier. Then some frantic-sounding tapping that slowly faded into the right of the wall. I could tell that the person who gasped was likely a male, due to its tone.

Red-flag number two: I was being watched.

I only had a little bit of a problem with that, because it showed that whoever they were, they actually had some kind of 'care' for me. Whether that was legitimate care, or just enough to 'care' make sure I was in tip-top condition for when they put me into their fighting area, I didn't know.

I kept composure, though my mind was basically exploding with possible circumstances.

What will happen to me? Am i about to die? Where am I? Is this a prison? Or a more science-oriented thing? Is this all just a prank? How does that hole work? If the walls are concrete, how could i hear a gasp so clearly through them? Am i even on earth anymore?

I didn't know.

I deduced part of the wall opposite to me was fake, and was a one-way window of sorts that my captor(s) had somehow made to... look like... concrete. I began debating whether or not that was even possible.

But my thoughts were interrupted by the frantic tapping slowing fading back in from the right, there were more taps this time, a lot more. The sound reminded me of something, but I could not recall it, in my understandably panicked state. It stopped, and a similar, more high-pitched gasp sounded. Female. I tilted my head, to show that I had heard it, but I was not about to be the first to speak. There was a silence, a very uncomfortable silence. I continued staring at the area of the wall I assumed was the window.

That was when I heard a voice, for the first time in.... Well in truth it had only been maybe an hour or so since I had woken, but I didn't know how long I was asleep, they could have drugged me into a 15-year long coma for all I knew. But it was nice to hear another person's voice though. At least I was not alone anymore.

"Er, H- Hello there!" An awkward male voice sounded. Was that... fear? Maybe it was just an act to lull me into thinking I was safe. I mustn't let down my guard. I continued staring, using my best poker-face, though I think I still looked rather shocked, I had never played poker after all.

There was a pause, then some whispering. I could not make out all if it, but I could make out what the female was saying, since her whispers where more akin
to air-ed out yells.

"Not like that, you idiot!" There was an inaudible response. "Of course it was! For all we know his... his?... You. Don't. know. Yet? Why not?!" There was a pause. "Okay, okay, never-mind. 'IT'S' ears could be more sensitive than ours, you probably just scared it!"

Red-flag number 3. 'It'.

I will be the first to admit to having abnormally long hair, for a guy. But it's still pretty clear what I am. Either these guys were idiots, or my suspicions were correct: I was not on earth anymore. I let myself sober up after thinking that, repressing it. Until I get some SOLID evidence, this could all be a misunderstanding.

"Sorry about him," A tender female voice said, "he was just nervous." The annoyance from before was well-hidden, but you could still hear it. "What is..." She continued in a more hushed tone, "This one right? Yeah, okay." I clearly was not meant to hear that.

A question list? interesting.

"What is your name?" She said in a voice so sweet that I choked on my words for a moment, lucky I did, or I would have missed her saying, in her annoyed tone again, "Shh, shut up. We can't miss a word it says." I carefully crafted my words in my mind, trying to say the bare minimum of information, since I now knew that they were after it.

"Er..." I said. I swear I heard them write that down during my pause, I laughed a bit. "My name? Dan. My name is Dan, Dan Michaels in full. Do I get a question?" There was a scribbling sound, they were writing down my words exactly. Great.

"Thank you, and yes, you do." the woman said.

The man chipped in "He shouldn't until we check with-"

"Yes, yes I know. Wait here and keep an eye on... 'Dan' here. I will go check with Her."

The tapping, again, which I concluded was them walking, faded to the right. After she had left, there was a deep sigh from the center of the wall. The man clearly didn't like being alone with me, since he went and got someone else as soon as I talked for the first time, earlier. I thought I would try to make things less... pressing.

"So." I said. I imagine he flinched. "How's things with you?"

"W-what?" he responded.

"Like, er, how are you doing? Whats the weather like? You know, that kind of thing." I heard the woman coming back.

He responded with "Oh. Well, I guess I- HEY, you don't get to ask questions until Pr-"

"She said it's okay," The woman interrupted. "As long as we follow the guidelines She suggested earlier."

"Well then," the man continued "To answer your question, I am doing just fine, and and the weather outside is the only reason I came in today, wetter than a lake out there."

The woman seemed shocked. "It really asked you that?" Still not okay with being called 'it'. But I smiled proudly at that. I imagine the guy nodded, because I never heard a response from him.

"Well, Dan." she said "Answer these few questions, then we will answer any of yours. That we can actually answer, of course. Deal?"

I was surprised by this, but said, "Yeah, okay that seems fair."

There was a long pause, and the rustling of paper. She said after a minute or two; "What are you?"

"A human" I said. Some strange part of my brain was expecting the question. And that question did raise my suspicions.

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen. In human years that is." I said jokingly.

"And how long are 'human' years?" You've got to be shitting me. Okay, if they get to be annoying, so do I.

"365 days on average, each day being 24 hours, each hour being 60 minutes, each minute being 60 seconds and each second like... err... 1,2,3,4... you know?". She tried to stop me multiple times during that speech, but she asked the question, she was getting the full answer. I knew messing with my captives was not a good idea, but that's how I deal with stress a lot of the time.

Safe? -No. Fun? -yes.

"Okay, okay I get it." She said. I just smiled "What is your trade?"

My smile flattened. What was it?... Nothing... I could not think of anything I was really, well, GOOD at...

I draw a little sometimes... hm... I also know a little bit about instruments and whatnot...

"I don't exactly have one" I answered "But I guess I am a novice artist. If anything." It was a purposely vague answer.

There was a pause and some paper noises. "Good enough, I guess. Now you may ask your questions."

I looked down from the window, my neck was starting to ache from craning it back for so long. I sat on my sheet, all the while thinking of which question to ask first, I had so many, but i decided i would have time later to ask the more specific ones. I chose my course of action.

"Your names." Silence. "What are your names?" I asked again.

The man finally spoke up. "That? That's the first thing you want to know?"

"Yeah, I guess." I responded. I chose this question because it made me look like a good person and I'd be able to confirm or dismiss some of my suspicions based on their names.

"Well.. my name is Feather-Flame." The 'woman' said. I think my jaw may have dropped a little.

"And mine," The 'man' said "Is Chrome Star." If my jaw was not slack before, it was now. Silence reined for at least a minute. I just looked at my hands.

"Equestria..." I whispered, completely overwhelmed with feelings. "This is Equestria isn't it?" I said louder. Part of the wall sank in and lowered, revealing a thick glass pane, with two blurry figures on the other side. I could not make out much of their features. Due to the warping and coloration of the glass; they just looked like two grey blobs really.

"H-How??" Feather Flame asked. "That chamber is completely magic-proof!" I had to make something up really fast.

"We humans..." I started. My words were slow and clunky, making it up off the top of my head, while also committing it all to memory for later. "Every time we find ourselves somewhere we don't know, we get visions of that place's history, along with some of it's resident's knowledge. It is not magic. It is... something else, even we don't understand it. And I just got the visions then. And I only have ONE thing to say to you two." I was doing my best to sound aggressive while on the inside I was full of glee, among other things, I must have sounded pretty weird. But they bought it. They looked at each other nervously, then looked back.

"And... what is that?" Chrome Star asked. Sinking slightly.

"NEVER -" they both flinched "-SEND ME BACK".

They both looked at me, shocked. "Never send me back" I repeated, in my most pleasant tone. They stared at me. I just smiled. I am pretty sure at least one of them rolled their eyes.

They both left a little while later, after Feather had apologized for calling me an 'IT' and after they both apologized for my treatment in general, not that I cared that much, I was in Equestria after all, least I could do was accept a couple apologies. A couple hours after they had left, they came back. And, through the hole came some food (I told them what I could and could not eat and I may have gave them a very specific recipe to follow just to see if I could get them to do it), a form of some kind and a quill.

The form; I had to sign to get out, it basically details how I cannot ever hurt another sentient being in Equestria without a VERY good reason. I signed it, once I figured out the quill and ate some of the food. It was alright for probably the first pizza ever made in Equestria, but still, crust was not as soft as I would have liked it.

Before they left, we spent a little while discussing things and eventually decided that I would be staying with the dude, Chrome Star. Since apparently now i was an official citizen of Equestria and 'deserved better'. You know, cause everyone who isn't a citizen can go screw themselves. But i was not complaining. And that dude was okay.

They said I would be let out 'in a couple hours'. Not that I knew when that was of course, so I just slept as soon as they left.

Updated: 05/11/15
-Fixed tenses
-Corrected grammar
-Fixed some italics

Possibly the worst of the whole thing, this chapter is.
While writing this part, actually continuing it past 'a couple more lines then bed' seemed ridiculous.
So it's all rushed, horrible and...
Well I can't judge my own work, I probably couldn't tell Shakespeare's writing from a 5 year old's if you put them next to each other and said "Which one?"

So yeah, sorry for this monstrosity. I do not envy the man who read this through, expecting it to be good.