Starstruck

Crossover with Cyber5555’s “A New Point of View”

Part I

You ever wake up some mornings, and think to yourself, “Shit, something’s gonna go horribly wrong today”?

Because that’s how I felt when I woke up this morning. I mean, sure, the sun was shining, and birds were chirping, but I still had that dark sense of foreboding.

Reluctantly, I crawled out of my bed, and slapped my glasses onto my face. “No sense in sitting around during the apocalypse,” I jokingly muttered, knowing that the world probably wouldn’t end today. Besides, even if it did, I’d end up doing some sort of crazy Traveler stuff to save it.

Either way, I managed to go through my unusual morning routine of getting ready for the day. Get dressed, shave, eat breakfast, and all the typical stuff. Why was it unusual you ask?

Well, normally, I’m woken up by some form of annoying sound, or ala-

“Omnius!” I heard somepony call from the front door. “Darling, could I have a word with you?”

“Of course, it’s while I’m eating,” I sigh, quickly shoveling the rest of my Frosted Flakes into my mouth. “Coming!” I called out around a mouthful of food.

Once I shifted into my pony form, I opened the door so see Rarity standing there with an impatient expression on her face.

“Oh, dear, I’m terribly sorry to bother you this early in the morning,” Rarity began, an apologetic smile on her face. “But Sweetie Belle…accidentally…ruined my Male Pony models.”

“Did she?” I asked, shaking my head. “Terrible shame, that.”

“Indeed,” she agreed. She got a certain glimmer in her eyes that made me nervous, and said in a sweet voice, “But you see, I have an order for suits that I need to finish today…and you just happen to be the same size, and build as the customer!”

“Um…right,” I stalled. Crap, she needs me to sit still for a few hours, and use me as a sewing dummy. “Look, Rarity-”

She gave me her best version of puppy dog eyes, blinked rapidly, and said, “Yes?”

Damn me and my old-timey values.

“Let’s go,” I relented, before she ran behind me and started pushing me.

“Wonderful! Let’s not hesitate a moment longer!”

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A few hours later, and I was standing in the Boutique, wearing a white suit with diamond cufflinks. I gotta say, it was pretty cool looking. Hell, if it made me look all swanky and sophisticated, who ever ordered it would look stunning.

I tried to tell Rarity that, but she just told me to shush, and shoved some needles for me to hold in my mouth. My tongue was grateful that she put them in my teeth. My teeth were glad that they were made of tougher stuff than needles.

“Now, Omnius, I need you to stand perfectly still,” Rarity whispered for the tenth time that hour. “These proportions have to be perfect!”

And of course, that’s the time that I felt something tear open a hole from another dimension.

Fun fact everybody: If I’m on a homeworld, I can feel when something opens an interdimensional/time portal on it. When that happens, I tend to deal with this Mr. Crocker style:

“PORTAL’S OPENED!” I shouted suddenly, randomly twitching and jumping in the air.

The suit miraculously didn’t tear, and actually just fell off of me in a neat bundle. The needles, however, launched across the room, and surrounded Rarity in a comical outline of herself.

“Dear Celestia!” she shouted in surprise. “Omnius, what was that?!”

I grinned sheepishly, and said, “Sorry about that, Rarity. Um…are done then?”

She rolled her eyes at me, but answered, “Well, I suppose so…Thank you for your help. If you don’t mind my asking, what did you shout back there?”

“Oh…right.” I looked out the window, and slipped my vest back on. “Someone opened a portal to another world here,” I muttered darkly. “I don’t know if they’re friendly or not, but I’m gonna have to figure that out.”

“Oh, Celestia,” Rarity said, taking her glasses off. “If that is the case, then I’ll make sure to keep an ear out for anything odd.”

“Thanks.”

I trotted out the door, and did my best to make sure I didn’t look like I was worried about anything. If there was another alien from an alternate universe here, then it was my responsibility to see who the hell it was. Then, find out why they’re here, where they’re from, and try to get them home…

That last part was gonna be complicated. See, there’s a strange thing about my Traveling: If they came to a world by any other means besides my Traveling, then I can’t take them back to their homeworld. Other places, sure, but…well, say that they took the TARDIS to the Marvel Comics universe. If that happened, then I couldn’t take them back home. It’d ruin the story.

Speaking of stories, let’s get back on track.

After a bit of wandering around, I managed to overhear ponies talking about a white and silver Pegasus pony that had broken into somepony's house a few minutes ago.  According to them, he was going on about how they should’ve known him. Not only that, but he mentioned some stuff about other ponies who I’d never heard of… “Arcana”?

I couldn’t figure out what his name was, but from the sounds of things, it seemed like it was your typical displaced dude who wants to get home. Luckily for me, Torrentican wasn’t on this world at the moment, so I should be able to find the guy, and work something out. Worst case scenario, he overreacts, and tries to kick my ass.

Please note the word choice of “tries”.

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Now, if I were a pony who thought that everyone should know him, then where would I be?

“Sugarcube Corner!” I shouted, a grin appearing on my face. “Anypony here who knows Pinkie would know that she always remembers every party they’ve thrown. So, if they’re about to make sure that somepony knows them, they’d head there!”

Well, at least that’s the most logical place. Wow, the irony of that statement. I mean, Pinkie Pie being a logical choice.

Okay, enough internal monologues.

“Right,” I said out loud, picking up the pace, and racing to Sugarcube Corner.

Once I got there, I wasn’t too surprised to see the Pegasus mentioned from earlier half-shouting at Pinkie in a mixture of anger and confusion.

“Hey, new guy,” I called out over the commotion. None of them heard me, and I had to let out a high-pitched whistle instead.  

Much to my surprise, the silver-winged Pegasus turned around with an astonished look on his face, and blurted out, “Sweet Celestia, Morgan Freeman is on Equestria!”

I cleared my throat a little self-consciously. “That’s a new one,” I muttered dryly. Taking advantage of his apparent confusion, I managed to get a good look at his appearance; a white coat, silver wings and mane, and he was wearing a pair of familiar looking goggles…kinda like the ones that the Wonderbolts wear.

Wait a second…

“Who are you?” the strange Pegasus asked me before I could say anything.

“Who am I?” I responded. “The better question is how the hellion you know about Morgan Freeman!”

He blinked, and backed away from me slightly, allowing me to spot a strange silver tattoo thing on his foreleg.

Okay, we’re definitely dealing with displaced human, turned pony. It looks like he knows how to maneuver his legs right, so he’s been a pony for quite some time now. He knows an alternate Pinkie Pie, indicating he’s not evil. Maybe we can actually get through this without starting a scene.

“Hey, kid, come on now,” I said reassuringly. I reached a hoof towards him, adding, “Why don’t you just come with me, and we can get things sorted out, alright?”

His eyes somehow got even wider, and his pupils were black pinpricks. In a panicked tone, he asked me, “Who are you? What have you done to my friends? Where’s Arcana?!” The last part he practically shouted at the top of his lungs.

As he took on a sort of fighting stance, I carefully nodded at Pinkie, letting her know I’d take care of this. He didn’t notice due to his panic.

“Whoa there, buddy,” I quickly said, sneaking between him and the front door. “I am not here to start something…I am just trying to help you out.”

He shook his head wildly, and said, “Then tell me what happened here! What did you do to my friends? Where’s Arcana?!”

Okay, this Arcana person must be pretty important to him. I’m treading on thin ice here. Best take it nice and easy, don’t startle him…but my first priority is to get us out of here. We don’t want to draw unwanted attention, right?

“Let’s just go somewhere that is more private first,” I slowly said, taking a cautious step towards him. “And I’ll explain everything…especially to this, ‘Arcana’, you mentioned.”

Without warning, he suddenly leaped at me. I tried to brace myself, but instead of colliding with the door, I felt a strange tingling sensation, and realized he was trying to do some sort of warp.

Another fun fact everyone: Traveler’s are immune to all forms of Time/Space/Matter manipulation, unless we willingly let them use it on us. This means we can’t be forcibly moved to another dimension, unless we get caught up in the moment, or if they take us to another point on the same world/reality.

What this meant was that I just got slammed by a crazed Human turned Pegasus, and was teleported to a random field just outside of Ponyville.

Before I could even get in a witty one-liner about a first date, he kicked me off of his chest. I rolled off of him, and quickly shook off the kick. For once, luck seemed to be with me, as it seemed like that teleportation bit took a lot out of him.

“Whoa,” I stated as he picked himself up off the ground.

What really surprised me was the fact that he was still standing. I mean, if my theory is correct, then he used most of his energy accidentally getting to this alternate universe in the first place. And then after that, he warped two living beings a few miles away from Ponyville.

“Now,” he gasped out. “Tell me…where…Arcana is!” His eyes burned with fury and fear, and he wheezed, “What happened to my friends?”

I’ve only got one last chance to get him to stop before he seriously hurts himself. “Calm down-” I started.

“NO!” he shouted at me. “I won’t calm down until you tell me what happened!”

He flared his wings and took off into the air. When he was high enough, he charged into me again, and sent a clumsy swing at me. I neatly avoided the attack, and he shouted, “Now tell me where Arcana is!”

Shite.

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