I sat in my shack with my rear resting upon my grass bed as I hold the journal that doesn’t belong to me in my hands. Using the quill, which was actually home made, I dipped it in the ink, which wasn’t mine though, and began to write down the various things I would need for the project I would be starting.

After a few moments of writing I lean back a bit and gaze upon my shack I took a deep breath and smiled slightly. “I have no idea where this knowledge came from but...” I gaze back over the ingredients:

Sulfur

Charcoal

Potassium Nitrate

Steel

Bronze

Wood

Something told me in the back of my mind that this wasn’t all I was going to need, but as of now I could start with just these various items. Glancing back around shack I took small breath as the smile I had widened even more. “I’m going to need to expand.”

“Hey Isaac!” Shouted the pink one as she suddenly appeared out from a bush, prompting me to yelp and lash out, my hand striking against nothing. She was getting good at dodging.

“I told you not to do that!” I gritted my teeth and turned to see her standing next to me, our eyes meeting for a brief moment before looking away. My chest feeling rather, heavy after we locked eyes for a moment. “What do you want?” I asked as I picked up the axe that I had dropped and returned to hacking at a nearby tree.

I had left my home about an hour ago and began harvesting a few trees about a quarter mile away from my home, don’t want any logs crushing my home. I honestly had no idea what I was doing, I knew for my project i was going to need to extend my home by some margin, for what though...it would come to me in the near future I think.

I shook my head brought the axe back, taking a breath I swung. “I want to know what you’re doing?” The pink one asked as she stepped in front of me, causing me to yelp and stop the axe blade from nearly taking her head off.

I gritted my teeth. “I’m chopping a tree down, what do you think I’m doing?”

The pony blinked and smiled. “Is that why you’re not wearing your shirt?” She giggled and poked my bare chest with her hoof.

I lowered the axe to my side and sighed. “What do you want Pink One?” I asked.

“I told you, My Name is Pinkie, Chief!” She poked my chest again, her cheeks putting on a pouty look when she puffed them up.

I rolled my eyes. “I don’t care. What do you want?”

“Hey does your head ever get cold without any hair?” Suddenly the mare grew a tad taller and got on her hind legs as she leaned towards me and examined the bare head.

Scowling I planted a hand on her chest and shoved the pony back down and away from me. “Alright. You’re this close to having me take your head off,” I growled and used my thumb and forefinger to demonstrate how close Pinkie was to making me go a little bit psycho. “What do you want?”

Pinkie pursed her lips and looked away from me before reaching into her mane with her hoof. She then pulled out a letter and handed it towards me. I blinked and gazed at the note before taking it, using the edge of the axe I opened it and read it out loud: “Hooray, you have been invited to the the: “Congrats Mr. Snow on Losing Your––Is this a fucking invitation for what I think it is?” I looked down at Pinkie who was smiling up at me and nodding her head rapidly. I rolled my eyes. “You’re wasting your time––wait a second...” Pinkie, who had looked sad for a moment, perked up. “Will there be fireworks?” I asked softly.

Pinkie smiled even wider, her face looking as if it was going to tear into two as she nodded her head even faster, her mane making whooshing noises. I snorted softly and gave her very wide smile of my own as I leaned towards her. “Excellent, I’ll be there at four~” I said in an almost unintentional, sinister tone. I slowly tucked the invitation back into Pinkie’s mane.

Pinkie blinked. “But the party’s at eight P.M.” She looked up at me confused.

“I’ll be there at four.” I repeated and picked my axe back up just as Pinkie stepped out the way, I brought the tool back and swung it into the tree. A loud crack caught my ear as the trunk gave way and the large evergreen came collapsing down.

November 5th, 2017(?) Afternoon

Hello again journal that isn’t mine. After I had accepted the Pink One’s invitation she had gone to go prepare some more, thus leaving me to focus. Thank God. I had returned to work shortly thereafter. Three trees lost their lives today in the battle of my home expansion, I’ll use that saw I don’t own to cut the branches off and make more lumber. For some reason I had even started gathering stones along the river, I might change it up a bit and have the expansion use a stone flooring?

Aside from that I’m thinking of having a ceiling, or maybe a roof I can open. I might even make a garden while I’m at it, something to kinda help with the food shortages. I can maybe resume the irrigation system I started digging up earlier this year once the weather starts to warm.

So much I have planned journal. I wish I could do it all at once, but things must come with time. First things first, the ingredients I need. I can image what I’ll be assembling in my head but...I don’t remember what it's called.

It’s a weird J shaped object, except the J is tilted on its side. There’s some kind of hammer mechanism you must pull back and lock into place, which is then connected to a trigger mechanism which, when pulled, the hammer releases and strikes a flat, tilted surface.

Now that I think about it, I’ll need some small finger sized bags, and some kind of moulding device. I’ll get the black powder from the Pink One’s fireworks and I’ll probably slip away from the party and pay the Apple Farm a visit.

I don’t know why, Journal, but this has me very, very excited!

Music. Oh how this world’s definition of music nearly wants to make me jump into a river. This...bizarre, electronic, wubbing worthless excuse they call music. Another failure this pathetic world has had to offer me.

I sat there on a chair in the corner deep inside The Pink One’s bakery, surrounded by the failures that infested this wretched excuse of a party. In my hand I held onto another failure. The horny’s definition of alcohol. I couldn’t even tell what it was, after I had taken one drink of it I had experienced the most sour tasting apple flavored drink I had ever been offered.

I had dumped it out, but shortly after grabbed another when the Pink One made me try the...Penis shaped cake. It even had white frosting. I rested my face into my palm and sighed as I thought back to its, shamefully delicious taste. That is why I had grabbed another failure of a drink, to punish myself for enjoying such a disappointment.

The music that wracked my mind soon changed tracks to something even worse. The music was fast and the screeching electric sounds and deep wubbing from the machine caused me to bite my lower standing up and glanced over to where the DJ was stationed and I gawked. It was a fucking Horny choosing the damn music! I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists, I should’ve fucking known.

“Hey, Isaac!” I heard my name being called, glancing back I saw Twilight coming towards me along with her Apple friend, who didn’t look happy in the slightest, and the Cyan Bird, who looked rather embarrassed to be even around me. Couldn’t blame her.

“What is it, Horny?” I snarled at Twilight, I had to resist nearly every nerve to punch her.

“I uh...” Twilight’s ears fold back and she drops down and bows. “I’m sorry for causing your genitalia to grow!” I couldn’t help it as I suddenly found myself laughing out loud. The three ponies glanced at me nervously as I turned my back on Twilight started walking towards the DJ still laughing.

As the DJ Horny continued to play her music, I clambered up onto her makeshift stage and shoved her out of the way before taking my pathetic alcohol and dumping it all over her system. The module before me sparked and whirred, the entire thing short circuiting in a matter of seconds while also causing the music to freak the fuck out for a second before shutting off. Immediately all eyes were on me.

“What gives man?!” The white horny yelled at me, I looked over to see the DJ levitating her glasses over her angry purple eyes. “That costs money y’know!”

My eyes widened. “Oh really? I didn’t know that,” I said sarcastically as I rolled my eyes and raised both hands. “Now everyone!” I gathered all the pony’s attention. “I know what I just did was a bit dickish!”

“You think?” The DJ retorted to which I turned and jammed a finger at her.

“Oi, you shut that pippen mouth or I’m taking this set,” I snarled at her but the mare rolled her eyes.

“You might as well, you fucking busted it, man...” Her ears flopped. “I’m gonna have to call Neon and let him know the show’s cancelled,” she murmured softly.

I rolled my eyes but smirked, well that just saved me the trip to the Apple farm. “Now I just need to make an announcement and then I’m out!” I cleared my throat. “All of you are failures!” This got me a few cocked eyebrows. “Like seriously, what the hell? Why are you even here? None of you even fucking know me, or even heard of me, and I’ve definitely never heard of any of you!”

“I heard of you!” Shouted a random pony.

“You ain’t heard shit!” I snapped said pony. “Really I bet the only reason you guys came here was because of the free booze and maybe a fuck or two. No one ever came to speak to me, or hardly even looked at me. No. The only reason any of you are here is to just get shitfaced and have an orgy and for the reasons.” I gave them all the bird. “I’m out!” I went to step off stage but stopped and turned towards the DJ’s set. “This thing on wheels?” I asked when I saw the mare sniffling and rubbing her eyes, she was hiding behind a speaker.

“What the fuck do you think?” She spat on me and I cocked an eyebrow but shrugged, checking the set was indeed on wheels, I grabbed it and started pull it off stage. Forgetting it was plugged in I ended up and dragging a shit load of speakers and lights down, one set nearly crushing a pony to death. The DJ gasped loudly when the speaker she hid behind fell and crushed the punch bowl while also exposing her crying form to the crowd.

“What about the fireworks?” I heard the Pink One shout once I reached the main floor with the DJ’s mix set.

“Oh yeah!” I poked my head up. “Where are they?”

Pinkie appeared before me from the crowd. “Up in my room...” She pouted just as Twilight and her friends showed up beside Pinkie.

I smiled. “Thanks, I’ll take those on my way out.” I glanced at Twilight and the others, no one seemed pleased, matter of fact, I was receiving a ton of cold stares. “Oh and Twilight,” I looked at her in particularly. “I’ll think on that apology. Ciao everyone!” I turned and dragged the set out with me just before going to get the fireworks.

Everything seemed to be coming together just perfectly. What a great day.

Author's Notes:

The plan is coming together.