Author's Note: After reading many of the comments and reviews, I decided to shed some more light on the story and setting. The miner, crafter, 'Steve', whatever you may call him, is not a human. He is very much reminiscent of how he looks in the game, except he has actual facial expressions, fingers, feet, and so on, roughly based on the music videos 'Cube Land', 'Revenge', and 'Fallen Kingdom'.

As for the wheat/hay, certain passive creatures (pigs, sheep, chickens, and cows) will enter a 'breeding mode' when they are fed wheat. This is not the case in Steve's world, but it affects the ponies in much of the same ways. And no, no shipping will occur. This is for the sake of amusement purposes only.

Cube Land

Chapter 4

I feel strange, thought Twilight Sparkle as she lay on the soft carpet panting.

Strange... but good.

Day 95

I'm not sure what I was expecting when I walked back into my living room. Perhaps to enjoy my breakfast with the silent companionship of the creatures? Regardless, it did not go as I had planned.

The creatures were... for lack of a better word, randy. I could tell from the way they carried themselves, the smell of sweat in the air, and the panting. I still don't know what caused the creatures libido to be turned on so quickly, but I can only assume that it was from the wheat that I gave them. Strange, considering none of the other animals I have fed it to have acted in the same way. Regardless of what caused it, I learned several important facts.

For starters, I learned that the two creatures, the blue one and the orange one, were not males as I had previously thought. In fact, according to their body language, all of the four legged critters that I let into my home were female. I don't know what caused the winged blue one and the orange one to act defensive of the other ones; perhaps out of maternal instinct? The second thing I learned was that the creatures didn't appear to be lucid in any way. They didn't respond when I waved my hand in front of them. Thankfully, they seemed to largely ignore each other.

I had no idea how to deal with the strange creatures that were suddenly in heat. I decided to just let whatever was causing it run its course. Even stranger than the sudden transformation from semi-docile, almost pet like critters to hormone-rampant, incoherent creatures was the fact that it ended in less than five minutes. I have never heard or seen anything even remotely similar that happened to the six female creatures.

I watched them as they regained their mental faculties. During my observations, I noticed several things that had escaped me the previous night. All of the creatures had strange designs on their flanks. They varied wildly, from an elaborate design of what I can only assume was an artistic impression of a star, to a cloud with a multi-coloured bolt of lightning, to one that made me look twice. The orange creature had a design of three apples on its... her flank. Not only did she have a basic foodstuff scrawled on her flank, but she also had some sort of headwear that I had previously missed. I thought that they had to be pets or companions of some kind: the vibrant colours, the strange markings, the accessories.

Having all regained their senses, they started their melodic chirping to each other once again. Feeling a strange sense of relief that they were fully functional and not harmed, I rose from my chair. I went back to the kitchen and the fridge, my breakfast forgotten. Thinking about the designs on the orange creature's flank, I grabbed a basket of cold apples from the fridge. Slipping on my boots, I went out the back door to grab a bucket of water from my well. Water bucket in one hand and a basket of apples in the other, I returned to the living room. I'd be lying if I said what happened next didn't give me chills.

All of the creatures were watching me. Every one. At first, I thought it was because of the apples I held. It was only after several seconds of standing there did I notice that they were all looking at my face, more specifically, my eyes. I was understandably anxious: no creature or monster that I have ever encountered has looked at my eyes for longer than a few seconds. I didn't know what they were looking for in my eyes, but I saw surprised expressions from several of them. I was the first to break eye contact.

Slowly, I approached the orange pony with the apple marks. I carefully placed the bucket of water down and grabbed a single apple with my free hand. I offered it to the creature, meeting its eyes as I did so. The look of shock that was plastered on its face was priceless. Stifling a laugh, I pointed with one of my fingers at its flank and the pictures that were on it, then I pointed at the apple. Blinking away the look of shock, the creature turned to the purple one that had snuck closer without me noticing. She started animatedly chirping and making gestures at the purple creature, who responded in kind.

I had thought that the behaviour was very strange for such creatures. I had never seen any other creature able to convey what it thought so vocally. I figure that now would be a good time write a piece of information about myself, in the very unlikely chance that this journal falls into someone's hands who is capable of reading it.

I cannot speak. Whether it was caused by the same event which placed me here or just a genetic defect of myself, I can't produce sounds other than grunts and other similar noises. I don't know why I was cursed to forever hold my tongue, but it hasn't stopped me from thinking. Far from it. I have had this language firmly grasped in my head from the first instant that I came into being in this cube land. I do not know my origins, my species, or even my name. I am simply an observer and a builder. A survivor, an adapter.

I digress. Back to the recounting.

When I watched the creatures chatting, I felt a pang of loss. Even they had a language. My self-pity was interrupted when the orange creature took the apple from my hand and ate it. Startled at the boldness, it took me a second to realize that the chittering noises I heard from the purple creature were directed at me. Confused, I looked at the purple creature. It was speaking quietly and slowly, putting emphasis on some specific sounds, almost as if it was trying to see if I understood its language.

I had never thought of myself as anything other than thorough. I once spent an entire night up in a tree to determine where the monsters of the Night were coming from; unfortunately, I never have found out. As the creature looked directly at me and spoke, I felt very stupid for never considering the fact that the creatures might be sentient, like me. They probably thought that very same of me, given how they have reacted towards me. After thinking back to when I had first found the creatures, all of their actions had suggested that they were in unfamiliar territory. The safety of the group, the two protective females, the suspicion.

As I thought this, a sneaking suspicion came to me: what if they weren't from here? They are certainly the most varied and detailed creatures I have ever laid eyes upon, what with their vibrant colour scheme, the varying styles of hair, the flank markings. They had more curvatures than any other creature I have seen as well. While most of the passive critters here take after the land in their rough shapes, they are not as symmetrical as say, the carpet beneath my feet. These newcomers did not share in the blocky forms of most of the creatures here: their legs were graceful, elegant even, while their bodies were very gently rounded.

By far, their most interesting feature was their faces. Their eyes betrayed their every emotion, as large as they were. They had small... again, for lack of a better word, cute noses. Their muzzles were small as well. All in all, they were like no other creature in this cube land.

All of this flashed through my mind as I watched the purple creature in front of me try to convey its thoughts and feeling towards myself. After she finished with her proclamation, I pointed to my ears and shook my head, trying to convey I don't understand. Apparently, that was enough of a response for the purple creature. An ecstatic smile spread across her muzzle and she started to happily jump in place.

I think I will call the purple creature 'Daybreak' due to her being the one who seemingly convinced the others that I am sapient. It is also a play on words, considering that yesterday I had no idea that there was other intelligent life out there. It is also ironic considering her colour is similar to the sunset before Night.

I will also refer to the orange one as 'Apple' for obvious reasons. I have not thought of other names as of yet.

A/N: I am having trouble writing the story from Twilight's perspective. 'Steve's' point of view is much easier to write for me, so Twilight's sections will be smaller than Steve's. Sorry if that bothers you.

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