A Writer's Guide to Being Octavia.

Written by ThatOneRandomPony

Note beware, this is my first fanfic. This has had a little editorial work too (I thank you, Dashing Rainbow), so It could be not quite so perfect.

Not sure if I'm pulling it with this fanfic. Mostly done during a 2-1/2 hour lock down at school later in the day. Any constructive criticism is highly appreciated.

Thanks

-ThatOneRandomPony

EDIT: All chapters are undergoing more editorial work, this time, by myself. Not changing any of the plot, just the wordings, etc. Basically the same story just written better.

More better, as they always say.

Note (7.11.15): If you read this, I did this 3 years ago. I dont like it, and I suggest to bare with it as the chapter that is currently getting written will be better. Remember, I was only 13 when I wrote this, and Im only 16 now. Im not good.

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Tappidy tap tap

Uggghhhh...

Tappidy tap tap tap

Make it stop...

TAPPIDYTAPTAPTAP

It won’t, I'm guessing. This is what I get for living in Washington. Rain. 24/7.

Don't get me wrong, Seattle is cool and stuff, it's just the rain. It won’t stop, ever. Even though I love the damp smell of the weird addition of water plus road, It's just loud. Too loud. Especially when it's pouring. But nonetheless, it ruins my sleep.

And after about 5 minutes of countless tapping, the rain has won the battle against being asleep, and being awake once again.

Maybe one day I'll finally win.

Looking to my left, the alarm clock on my nightstand reads the bright green numbers: 7:13

Wait. Waitwaitwait. 7:13?

Shit! I'm late for school!

I rush the blankets off my body and flip out of bed, and in the fast act of doing so, I land square on my face.

Ouch.

Ouch a lot, actually

I pass away the strong pain emerging from my nose and try to carry on with my daily routine.

The act of me getting off the floor would have been funny, really. Gravity apparently just didn't like me that day. I fall down, with a soft thud onto the hardwood flooring covering the floor in my room. The pain radiating from my tail-bone would be the result of that fall.

Wait wait, back up there. Soft?

That can't be right, I have wood flooring. If anything it would be a hard thud.

I know this! I debated for what seemed ages to get wood flooring. Carpet stains too easily. I learned that the hard way after spilling a glass of Gatorade on the main carpet in our old house when I was 7. Lets just say it wasn't a pleasant experience.

I look around, hoping to find the source of the soft landing in my defeat against gravity. Sadly, however, the blackness of the morning has prevented my vision from seeing anything.

I feel around for the old extension cord I keep near my bedside table, but alas, I'm on a losing streak. The only reason I have an extension cord in the first place is to turn my pile-of-shit lamp. The heat-touch thingy ma-jig just stopped working one day, so now I have to manually turn the extension cord on and off.

I don't want to go to school today, anyways. I'm already late, I don't have a ride, and I'm sore. Not to brag, but, I did run a 6:30 mile. To top it all off, we start soccer today. I mean, I'm not too great at sports, but seriously, why soccer? That has to be one of the stupidest sports ever.

After about 2 minutes of numb-handed searching, I find the trusty extension cord lying but mere centimeters from where I was sitting. I flip the red switch on the large cord, and a bright flash of light emitting from the lamp blinds my eyes.

Owowowowow!

I don't know what it is, but it just hurts to be blinded.

After a while, I squint my eyes open. No later than 30 seconds after, I could fully open my eyes with no worry about temporary blindness.

I stretch and decide to look into the mirror that covers the backside of my poorly painted door.

Why? I have no flippin' clue.

What I see scares me. Not because it was creepy or anything. Just... different

I see a light-gray pony. Black mane, bow-tie, and she only sits at the height of 2 foot... three? Four? Wait, why do I care what height she is?

She seems... familiar

I blink.

And what a strange coincidence, she also blinks.

And the same happens when I open my mouth. Funny, isn't it?

I mean, hey, why not look down? It's not like anything out of the ordinary will be there, right?

So I just go ahead and look down

And freak out.

What my eyes see are two light-gray furry stumps, ending at my hardwood floor.

I freeze for what seems like hours, but in reality is only a couple seconds.

When I try to raise my arm, the stump moves. The results are the same when this attempt is featured on my left side.

I look back at the mirror, and the pony shares the same shocked face I hold.

"This ca-" As well as speaking that, I hear a voice.

A voice of a... female.

Ok, ha ha, dreams. Very funny. You can stop now.

I shut my eyes, hoping the dream will vanish

But guess what

It didn't

I look back at the mirror, and it hits me. I know that pony.

It's Octavia! I mean, best pony, right?

I don't know what it is about her. She's just so... cultural. So classy. Too bad they don't ever do an episode about her.

But after all that thinking, I actually try to process what just happened. What I just said. What I just saw. What I just did.

And after all that split second thinking, I come up with one crazy thought. One that was certainly true, but just out of the reach of imagination. Some people would call it crazy, or to an extent, creepy.

I'm... Octavia?

But, wait...

I Just...

What?

This can't be happening, I can't be a pony. That's just... Impossible! What about the scientists? The outside world?!

What if they root me out and do tests on me?

It just creeps me out thinking about it.

'See live: Octavia! The pony from another universe! Or even worse, 'HEADLINE: New animal found from show 'My Little Pony'; extensive painful, excruciating tests will be used to find out where the mystical pony has come from’.

Ok, I might have exaggerated that last one. But still! What if that happens?

"Oh, god," I say, now realizing the new sophisticated, classy female voice I had been bequeathed with.

I'm Octavia. A pony from a freakin' TV show. That can't happen. Why can't nature just let me be who I want to be? To top it all off, I'm female! Ugh. Going from 6 feet tall down to no more than 2' 4". That's just unfair, nature. C’mon, Even if you make me a pony cut me some slack!

But out of the silence of my thoughts, I hear footsteps coming from the hallway, heading straight towards my room.

"Well this sucks," I say, preparing for what the world is about to throw at me.