Day: 1

Fourth Hour

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So this is where I currently stand, staring into the eyes of a cartoon many believed to be a fairly tale behind a computer screen. I appeared to have fallen on my back, for my spine felt strained and I was in a sitting up position, gazing at the purple mare, who now looked affronted. A million questions were ringing in my mind. Why did I fall off the steps to the courtyard? How did I fall here, of all places? Why weren't I dead? I could have been dead for all I knew - but if this was heaven, it was a pretty dark one. Dark green and blotches of grey filled the scene around me. It took my eyes off the violet pony to examine my surroundings. It looked like a forest - but much more.. cartoonish, in a manner of speaking. Some outlines were too bold, some colors didn't mix in together. It altogether told me that I was no longer in the world I once resided. It was then that I realized that I was in an extremely awkward pose - Twilight seemed to have mounted me in an attempt to get nearer to my face.

Suddenly, I sneezed. She yelped and jumped back. I didn't get any spit on her, but the initial noise must have shocked her. I was now given the option to stand, which I did, brushing off twigs, leaves, and dust. I heard more voices, and small pitter-pattering sounds that told me feet - or as I deducted - hooves, were approaching.

"Twilight? Is everything alright?" spoke a refined voice with a slight slur.

"Did you find anything?" rang out another in a more assertive, but concerned tone.

More of them?! I wasn't ready for this..

Twilight herself then spoke up, "I-It's a.. he's a.. uh.."

Suddenly, my vision was clouded by a swirl of colors. This was a bit harsh on my eyes, as I had only been seing dark green and grey moments before - I think I was still half asleep too. "Alright you monster! Tell me what you did to Twilight!" spoke the voice from earlier. I felt a migraine coming on too, now that I thought about it. Because I was hearing it up close, I recognized it as the brave 'n' bold Rainbow Dash. However, with both my arms behind my back, my body twisted into yet another awkward position, causing a few bones to crack - but only from being stretched - I wasn't really appreciating her company much. Briefly, I felt like I was being arrested.

It took a few moments for me to find my voice, "Wh-what did I do?!"

I managed to look up at the pony holding me captive. Her face was contorted with haughty doubt and questioning. Why didn't they understand?! Hadn't they ever heard of human's before? Twilight spoke again,

"No, wait sto-!"

"I'm comin' sugahcube!"

Great. Another one. I recognized the orange coat of Applejack the hard worker, charging towards me. Rainbow Dash held me down tighter. What was happening? I looked up, and saw her nod at Applejack. I suddenly realized what was going to happen, and I was not really into it.

"Let me go!"

I tried my best to break free of her grasp. Being a pony and all, I was guessing she would't manage to get a good grip on my clothing - probably because of the hooves. However, she kept me pinned like a tack on the wall. In this case, a tack on the ground. Applejack came to a screeching halt, flipped, turning her flank towards me, and bucked.

I was out. Again.

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Day 1:

Fourteenth hour

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I sighed. How many times have I fallen unconscious today? This can't be good for me.. well technically, it could be more than 24 hours, as Equestria had a full day's time difference from where I lived.

..Did I just think Equestria? That fictional place in that cartoon targeted towards girls? What's wrong with me? I'm safe in my bed.. the air is damp, indicating that it has rained recently. My head now feels normal. It must have all just been a bad dream. That was it. I opened my eyes, expecting the blank, white walls of the A. Verge boarding school dormitory. Instead, I find a dimly lit, wooden ceiling. I turn my head to the side. A small lamp, seemingly low on fuel, flickers slightly on a small table next to me. A lot of bookcases are near too. Finally, I feel healthy – not suffering from some head disease like migraine and such, and I seemed to have recovered somewhat from that bucking from Applejack. I lift myself into a sitting position on the bed and inspect my surroundings more concisely. This scenery.. there was no mistake. I was in Twilight's Library Treehouse. I send a blank look at a mirror in the corner. As usual, I look pretty bored-looking and lame as usual. I realized that I was shirtless. It turns out my uniform and jeans were on a chair, neatly folded, and my messengers bag hung on the side. Was I stripped? I felt like going back to sleep. Suddenly, my eye caught a familiar book cover. I pushed myself out of the warm bed sheet and walked over to the bookcase and pulled out Cairo the Arabian Prince, return to the Sahara. I stared at the cover and sighed, returning to the bed and turning to the first page. Before I knew it, it was morning. I was still on the 3rd chapter. This series was partly famous for it's notorious length. I folded the page at the end of the chapter and put on my clothes. They felt pretty dry – I'm guessing they were cleaned while I was out. I was in the middle of buttoning up my shirt when a I heard it:

“Are you awake?”

I jumped at the voice. Twilight Sparkle rounded the corner where the bed I slept on was edged. For a moment, all we could do was stare at each other. She looked at my book, then suddenly brightened.

“Oh, you've read that too? It's such a good series isn't it? I'm still on the 32nd book, but it's a good read.”

Believe it or not, I actually spoke back, “Out of the first ten, which would do you think was the best?”

She settled down on the opposite side of the bed, apparently deep in thought. I didn't blame her. The first ten installments of Cairo the Arabian prince was a total of almost 50,000 pages. “The second – what was the title?”

Her horn glowed, and a book draped in violet, sparkling, fluid-like material floated towards the bed. I saw it plenty of times in the show, but it really blew my mind, magic. It was considered a fairy tale in my own world, yet, a unicorn just preformed it without a second thought. It was strange how these things worked.

“..and it really gives off the sense that you feel Cairo's feelings for her during chapter 21, which is something that most books usually wouldn't give off the effect for.” She finished. All I could do was nod in agreement, suddenly hit by the awkwardness of my situation. I was talking to a cartoon.. but it wasn't so bad. She really understood the series, almost as well as I did. I smiled briefly at the purple equine, and let out the first bright toned words I'd spoken in a while,

“You're pretty smart.”

Twilight simply stared at me for a few seconds, surprised, then looked down at the floor, her cheeks reddening. I briefly wondered wether she was suffering from some illness.

“A-are you hungry?” she stuttered. She leapt off the bed, avoiding eye contact with me. “L-let's go downstairs – we can get breakfast in the kitchen.”

I finished buttoning my shirt and made sure I looked sophisticated. I was viewed upon as a monster the other night, and I preferred it if I didn't have to wake up looking like one.

I walked down the stairs, surprised by what I saw. In what looked like the living room of the house, all the ponies I had seen the other night were all there, sleeping in various locations. Pinkie Pie was snoring loudly on an armchair, Rainbow Dash had stretched herself out on a sofa, Fluttershy curled up in front of the fireplace, Rarity dozing in a refined position on the edge of another chair, while Applejack simply slept on the ground, looking slightly out of place in the midst of all the equines. The majority of the ponies I didn't really get to see the other night. Twilight addressed me,

“I'll go wake them up. They insisted on staying after last night.”

Uh.. I wouldn't..

My spine tingled just looking at Rainbow Dash. On the other hand, my face felt weird whenever I looked at Applejack. Is this what they call physical memory? Twilight started with Pinkie Pie. She nudged her slightly with her horn, lightly telling her to wake up. Immediately, the pink pony jumped in the air, looking like she had been active for hours. It was supernatural, her energy.

"Yay, it's morning, it's morning!" she cried. Twilight was pretty smart. As soon as Pinkie woke up, the rest of the ponies yawned, rubbed their eyes with a fore hoof and started to rise as well. Rainbow Dash stretched, flapping her wings a few times. Fluttershy yawned inaudibly.

"Where'd that thing go?" asked Applejack, flattening her hair with a hoof.

They were unable to see me. I was hiding behind one of the many bookshelves in the library treehouse. They seemed less docile when they were waking - in fact, they were actually kind of cute, but I wouldn't put it past somepony to give me another good bucking if they saw me a gain. Twilight burst my bubble-

"You can come out."

Very hesitantly, ready to throw myself backwards in case one of them started towards me.

Despite the attack on me last night, they all seemed pretty afraid of me. I decided to settle this. I flattened my hair with a free hand, my other in my coat pocket. I started my mini speech with a tired sigh.

"So a few things have been out of synch since we first met. That's alright - I understand that you were all surprised. I'm not an animal or some freak of nature. I'm sentient like you all, okay?" I refrained from adding, "more sentient than you all anyways."

"So uh.. I'm Alan. Alan Walker."

For a moment everything was still. Many of the mares looked around the room, feeling very awkward. Rainbow Dash looked extremely uncomfortable, and Applejack covered the majority of her face, passing it off as a face rubbing motion. Finally, it was Fluttershy who spoke. It came as a surprise to me, because form what I gathered, she was the most timid out of the whole of the group.

"..I'm Fluttershy."

The others started to speak as well.

"My name is Rarity."

"..I'm Applejack.."

"I'm Twilight Sparkle."

"..and I'm-"

I scratched my head and intercepted the last pony, "I already know. Rainbow Dash, right?"

She looked up. Not from anxiousness or awkwardness or anything of the sort. It was now confusion, and had a bit of untrusting taste to her expression. No doubt, it would be weird if some random creature knew what your name was.

I sat down on a random stool near the bookcase.

"Uh.. Ponies have.. stories, right? Fairy tales and stuff like that?" I notioned to the bookcases. The majority of them nodded. "Well.. that's kind of how it works where I come from. You're all supposed to be.. fiction." From there on, I proceeded to tell them about their adventures and turmoils through season 1 and 2.

"How on earth did YOU know about all that?!" Rarity asked incredulously after my fairly long-winded explanation.

"Like I said, well, it isn't supposed to be real. It's- it was just a story."

Silence.

"Oh my gosh! It's almost breakfast time!" Twilight said, suddenly distracted. She glanced at the clock, and looked at everypony, including me. "..did we hold any of you up?" A lot of the mares were free that day. The ones that did, like Fluttershy and Applejack, would simply explain the situation when they returned. In the end, we had lunch at Twilight's house. We were seated around a rather small table, but the ponies didn't take up a lot of space, so I had suitable room to settle. Twilight was preparing seven daffodil sandwiches and some water when I adressed her,

"Um.. sorry for the holdup, but human's don't eat flowers."

Twilight looked at me curiously. I scratched my head. Didn't she know that different species ate different things?

"What would you like then?"

To be truthful, I could've gone for some bacon, but I modestly spoke,

"Just some toast, please."

We all settled. Once we started eating, the awkward silence returned. I didn't understand how I'd solve this problem. I already explained that I wasn't a threat, so what was the big deal? Although I asked the question to myself, I already knew the answer. They just didn't get me. My guess was that they had never seen a human before in their lives.

--Sidenotes

I'm kind of just making a pace here. Don't expect all chapters to be as short as this one.

I have kind of a problem with indenting and lots of quotes. Blech.