Breathing heavily, feet moving as fast as they can, the heavy metallic tools and other various farm materials bumping around in my arms. The sharp, primal barks echoing in my ears. I cursed and huffed as I stumbled over a branch.

“Ah swear yall better git on back here with mah tools!” Came the shout of an overly angry mare who I presume was enduring something similar to the menstrual cycle. Could these ponies even experience a menstrual cycle? Perhaps I should perform an analysis in the future to advance my studies.

Out of the corner of my right eye, a dark object lept out at me from behind a bush. Gasping and expertly dove at the last second, I landed on the ground and glanced back to a see a massive bulldog recovering. Soon it turned and began to charge at me, grabbing a nearby hex key, which clearly wasn’t mine and bashed the ugly mutt in the side of the head. Surprisingly knocking it out cold in when swing.

Breathing heavily I wiped my brow and gathered up the tools I had dropped and bolted towards the barbed wire fence the Apples had put up about a week back. I tossed the tools over the fence and took off the flight jacket I had and draped it over the barbed wire to act as a crude barrier. Cursing and hissing I was able to make it over the fence in record time, however, I was forced to ditch my old, black jacket due to the howling dogs and angry yells.

Snatching up the tools I quickly ran towards the direction of my expertly crafted home.

Shutting the door behind me I breathed deeply and closed my eyes as I rested my back against it. “So where did you get those?” I jolted and blinked at the sound of the voice, looking up I saw Twilight and Applejack glaring at me. I bit my lower lip and dropped all the tools that weren’t mine on the floor, which was none of them.

I looked up at Twilight and took a deep breath. “I found them.”

“Where did ya find them?” The orange hick asked me sarcastically.

“Outside a redneck’s barn,” I said with a shrug, knowing I could’ve probably come up with something better to say.

Applejack scowled. “First off ah ain’t a redneck!”

“Quite frankly, dear, many would beg to differ,” I replied in a pompous tone as I kicked the tools aside and walked over to my crudely built pantry. I opened it to reveal a bunch of jars filled with some multicolored jam which was fucking delicious. I grabbed a jar which was half full, or empty, it's up to whoever saw it, and placed it on the counter. “No replies? No witty remarks?” I asked as I glanced over at the mare and saw her gawking at the inside of my pantry. “Careful I got flies in here.”

“Isaac...where did you get all that Zap Apple Jam?” Twilight asked me in a quiet and worried sounded voice.

“Oh you mean this rainbow shit?” I asked as grabbed some bread, that wasn’t mine. “I found that as well.”

“Where? When?” The Orange hic asked.

I shrugged. “I got this stuff waaaaay back, some big red fucker was pulling a cart, I was hungry, veeery hung––GAAWK!” I gasped when I felt a pair of hooves striking hard into my back, face going forward I smacked face first into my pantry and slumped bit. Just before hitting the floor, I caught myself and unsheathed my bread knife from its holder and turned to the orange bitch who kicked me. “DO YOU WANT TO DIE?!” I screamed and pointed the edge of the knife at the very angry mare, tears building at the edges of her eyes.

Twilight immediately stepped between us. “WHOA! WHOA!” Suddenly I felt a magical aura wrap itself around me, my body unable to move.

“This bitch is looking to get cut!” I growled, rage pumping through my veins, my right eye was also beginning to throb. “I’ll fucking cut you!”

“You hurt mah brother!” The mare screamed. “You stole Granny’s jam!”

“Guys please!”

“I was fucking starving! He wouldn’t give me anything!”

“GUYS!” Twilight yelled and instantly I found myself unable to speak. “Enough!” Twilight glanced at the two of us. “Violence won’t solve anything, A.J., you know that.” Twilight glared at Applejack whose eyes then shifted a bit out of shame. Twilight then turned her attention over to me. “Isaac, I told you about how stealing isn’t right, if you need something, just come and ask me.”

“MMMMNFGGHNBBMFH!” I replied smartly, Twilight sighed and undid whatever voodoo shit she had casted over my mouth and I took a deep breath. “Yes, but then I would owe you a favor. Secondly, half of these tools is exactly what I need, and I wasn’t stealing. I was....’borrowing’.”

“Did you ever plan on giving them back?” Twilight raised an eyebrow and if I could, I would’ve shifted a bit. Biting my lip I knew there wasn’t really a point in lying but I shrugged and thought, fuck it.

“Eventually...”

“Mggughafuchbak!” The orange mare yelled at me and I rolled my eyes as Twilight undid her spell. “You weren’t borrowing nuthin! If ya needed tools ya coulda asked!” The mare scowled and I sighed.

“Like I said, I would’ve then owed a favor, and favors just isn’t my thing.” I stared at her as the mare rolled her eyes at me, lots of a eye rolling today. Then again, being bound in placed by voodoo shit kinda makes doing gestures a little difficult. I looked at Twilight who took an uneasy breath.

“Isaac, I’m not really into favors as well. That’s why, if you need something, don’t worry about having to pay us back,” Twilight says sincerely but oh no, I saw what she was trying to do. I could see the bullhit dripping out of her mouth plain as a day. It was fucking disgusting.

“Bullshit,” I called her out. “What is there to gain in giving me shit without me having to pay you back in some form or way? You gain nothing from it so I don’t by this utopian shit.” Twilight blinked and shook her head, a snort or too escaping her mouth which furthered my frown. “What’s so fucking funny?” I asked as I tried to shift under all the voodoo placed on me.

“Of course I’ll be getting something,” Twilight said and looked at me with a smile. “It’s called trust, Isaac. Something I think would benefit you and everypony here greatly,” Twilight said as I stopped my fidgeting.

I blink for a moment. Trust?

A word I’m very familiar with yet now that I think about it...its also so alien to me.

Looking like she had completed her mission Twilight undid her spell on me and AJ. Stepping back I grabbed my wrists and rubbed them gently as I took a deep breath and relaxed a little. “Okay...” I said quietly. “I guess that does make sense.” I dusted off my sleeves and took a breath.

“So you gunna give me back mah tools?” AJ asked.

“Fuck no. Not until I’m done.”

“ISAAC!” Twilight glared at me and I laughed.

Date: Unknown
Evening

Journal I don’t even own, it has been many moons since I have written to you. Things have changed over the month or two I think has past since I last wrote. I have decided to accept the horned one’s, who is named Twilight, advice and even slightly knowledgeable wisdom. For the most part she has become a valuable asset towards my cause in building the device which I’ve think I figured out.

Though my memory of distant past is still rather patchy and I can only remember small bits and pieces. I think I remember exactly what I’m building here, it’s a weapon of some sorts. Like a crossbow, but instead of bolts it’ll fling metallic shards.

I do find it funny though how I can’t recall much of my past, though I do recall much of the skills I have been able to retain. Engineering seeming to be one of them, and also my superior carpentry skills that do need to be hammered out a little more.

Get it?

God I’m pathetic.

Anyhow, constructing such a weapon in this world sounds silly. Yet that’s why I’m doing it. The silliness of it is rather humorous, and while i’m at it it’ll help keep my mind clear and away from the horned ones. Also, the item I am constructing doesn’t seem to be around in this world, and from the vague depictions I can see from my dreams reveals to me that my past had been littered with these devices.

So who knows, perhaps I maybe bringing a new form of warfare to this world? Maybe I’ll become filthy rich? Perhaps I would be seen as some form of God of War? Now that’s something amuse myself with.

Anyhow, Journal that isn’t mine, I should take the tools that aren’t mine and focus on building the extensions to my home. Perhaps now I will not forget you and I will record more of findings in here. Now I must find that natural sleeping agent.

I do not wish to have the nightmares about her again. That I shall talk about for another time.