Note: Peter Roose is going to be in a Third-Person mode for a while.
When it goes back into first person, you know shit's about to get real.
New plan: first off, I wrote all of the new content on an ipod touch 1st generation. If any thing, please give me props for that, as it was as laggy as hell. However, on another note, if you guys want to see a change in the chapter while I'm writing it, feel free to comment! I make a point of reading all my comments and criticisms, but I can't promise that I'll always get back to you. Anyway, enjoy!
BTW adopting a Game of Thrones-like chapter format, changing between characters to reveal reasons to events or just to give you a LOL and a half...

Peter looked towards the horizon, out of the window of an oriental train.
Rainbow Dash flew around the interior of the train, holding a burlap sack and looking bored.
Fluttershy sat on her haunches next to Peter, resisting the urge to hug the human she had fought so hard for.
Twilight was busy trying to get her book back from Gummy the alligator.
Pinkie was busy rolling around laughing, as Gummy was running through her mane, causing havoc on the over-ticklish pink pony.Unfortunately, she was on the floor, and rolling around right near Peters' feet. He looked in from the window just in time to see a pink hoof fly into his crotch. The lack of reaction from everypony obviously showed that they didn't know about human genitalia always being...'around'. He resisted the urge to hold his crotch in pain, as it wouldn't exactly make a good first impression to Rarity, who sat across from him.
Speaking of Rarity, she was busy trying to explain to Applejack that her glowing tail was marvelously beautiful, not a waste of everypony's good time. Applejack was busy trying to block Rarity out, watching Pinkie Pie roll around.
He smiled, his gaze also diverted to the over-ticklish Pinkie Pie. To him, it was one of the most adorable things he had ever seen in his life. He looked up as Twilight gave up and instead struck a conversation up with the human.
"So, tell me, do humans have any books?"
He immediately answered, eager to talk about books.
"Yeah, from text books to famous series of fiction. One of the most famous right now is called 'A Song of Ice and Fire', by George R.R. Martin. It's about how the Others, a super natural race, is returning, and only the Wall can stop them. Their swords are made out of human suffering, and they can cut steel right in half with the blades. And, while the human race is being threatened by extinction from these species, everyone is fighting over the Iron Chair, which is a throne made out of swords. It's said that if a King or Prince cuts himself on the Iron Chair, he's not fit to rule. By the end of the first book, Martin killed off a main character, and it's a world-wide classic among fiction readers. There's also a series called 'The Walking Dead', in which a fever spreads while this cop is unconscious with a bullet wound. It kills people and then brings them back to life as 'walkers', and they go on killing rampages, looking for food. It's extremely gory, and is only for the older age groups. If only I had one of these books with me, I could show you part of it, because 'The Walking Dead' is actually a series of graphic novels."
Twilight blinked, and smiled, obviously interested by his enthusiasm to talk about books. He readied himself to talk about the Bible, but she cut across with another question.
"And what about science?"
He smiled, a spark entering his eyes. "Trust me, I'll never stop talking about it if you don't make me."
Twilight perked up at that. "Great! Tell me everything you know, especially Chemistry!"
He cracked his fingers, unintentionally drawing attention to himself with the unexpected noise. He didn't notice, he was about to get in his zone.
"Well, first off, we can actually study atoms. And not just how they bond, we can see how the electrons influence their bonding patterns, and how the protons cause a Lattice Energy influence. Also, there are.....
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"So, yeah, that's the idea of the God Particle, with the idea of the eighth base particle added in."
He was surprised to see that they were nearing Ponyville now, as he had only been giving basic summaries of the ideas of Chemistry, not delving super deep into them. He looked to Twilight to see her reaction to his nerd-out.
Twilight's eyes were wide open, sparkling with interest. She spoke for the first time in two hours.
"So, besides that Large Hadron Collider, are there any other uses for the atom and its energy?"
Images of the Atomic Bomb instantly filled his mind.
Should I tell her? Or should I keep it from her, as a secret, to ensure that nobody, or nopony, ever knows about the evils the atom can unleash?
He thought about his choices, but was spared one when the train came to an abrupt stop at the Ponyville station.
"Oh! Here's our stop!"
Rainbow Dash looked at her from the corner of her eyes.
"Well, duh. The only two stops are Ponyville and Canterlot."
Twilight simply met her gaze. It looked as though it was going to come to blows.
"Well, uh, shall we?"
Twilight and Rainbow looked up to see Peter leaning on the frame of the train door.
Rainbow Dash's 24/7 search for awesomeness picked up momentum. Wow, humans look awesome, like, so chill...
"Uh, sure, we'll be right there."
Twilight and Rainbow shared one last look, and then proceeded out the door. He followed them, not wanting to get lost in his new home.
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Peter followed Twilight into her library home, eager to see his new house.
"Wow, it looks awesome in here!"
Twilight simply nodded, and looked at Rainbow Dash with a scornful look.
The Pegasus sighed. "Fine..."
She dropped the burlap bag she had been 'surreptitiously' carrying out of the door on the table in the center of the room.
"Well, see you later, Peter, Twilight. I have to go practice for the Wonderbolts!"
And with that, she flew off.
"Well, what's this?"
Twilight responded by pulling a chair up.
"Go on, sit down. I need to put Spike in his bed. He was knocked out today, and needs more sleep."
He nodded. He looked at the burlap bag, scratching his chin, the sound of fingers meeting stubble playing music to his ears.
Twilight sighed and came down, standing behind the table.
"I'm sorry about this, but I need to ask you what each of your possessions do."
She rolled her eyes. She obviously wasn't too happy with having to do the work either.
"It's fine, I don't mind. If I was in Celestia's position, I would probably want to know what someone's possessions do before I let them keep them, especially when that person is a strange arrival from a different world."
His consent to do this seemed to perk her up a bit, and he smiled at the change in attitude.
"Well, let's do it."
She opened the bag with magic, holding a quill and scroll at the same time, ready to write down Peters' explanations.
The first object out was an iPod touch, followed by a black case containing Bose noise-reduction headphones.
"Well, this is an iPod. It plays back music and video, and this particular model has touch capabilities. These headphones are noise reduction, and this little metal thing, called a 'jack'", he motioned to different objects as he spoke, Twilight's quill scratching down data, "and it plugs into this hole on the iPod. If you flick this switch on the headphones, it turns on noise reduction: you can't hear anything but the music with it on."
She nodded.
If only there were some speakers, I could see how she reacts to Deadmau5...that would truly be something to behold.
And, lo and behold, a blue case followed the headphones and iPod, a small set of speakers embedded into it.
Peter chuckled at the irony.
"What?"
"It's just that I wished there were speakers in the bag, and there were. I guess I'm a genius, huh?"
Twilight let out a small chuckle. The joke obviously didn't amuse her very much.
"Anyway, these are speakers. This little jack plugs into the iPod as well, and it can play music for everyone, or everypony, to hear. If you want, I can plug my iPod in and show you one of my favorite songs."
"Uh...maybe some other time."
He nodded, and she magically pulled out the next item.
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By the end of it, Peter was feeling extremely tired.
He had explained a cough drop, an arch input for a shoe, (which he promptly replaced into his sneaker,) and a book he had bought the day before he appeared in Equestria. It was 'The Book of Memes'. Thankfully, it was an old copy, and didn't have any Brony memes in it.
Thank God, that would have been hard as shit to explain...
Twilight was obviously tired as well, as pulled up a cushion and laid on it, releasing a hearty sigh. She looked into space for a few seconds.
Huh, that's funny, the show never said anything about her zoning out...
When she came back, she muttered a small apology, (to which Peter responded with a small 'I don't mind,) and yawned wide and long.
Peter smiled, sympathizing with the lavender unicorn.
A sudden question caught him off guard.
"You never did answer my question from earlier...what are the other uses for the atom?"
Peter gulped. Aw, shit... "Well, you see, the U.S. got pulled into this really big war once...and we weren't exactly 'innocent bystanders' after that. We learned that a rival country was developing an atomic weapon, and so we entered the deadliest race in the world..." Peter steeled his nerves. "The race for the first atomic bomb. The U.S. managed to get one first, namely the 'Trinity' bomb. It was tested in 1940 something by Dr. Oppenheimer, who also designed it. The result was a giant mushroom cloud, and enough radiation to give a family cancer for years to come, releasing enough energy to vaporize someone, and t obliterate a small house.

"In the year 1942, we dropped the bomb 'Little Boy on Hiroshima. It...it instantly killed over 300,000 people. About 100,000 people died in the after-effects, and I believe around 75,000 died of radiation poisoning. People within the irradiated families are stil affected by the bomb today...And then there's Nagasaki, where we dropped 'Fat Man'."
Peter paused. A single tear glistened in his eyes as the numbers hit him, and Twilight's eyes were wide and scared. Suddenly, the idea of war triggered something in him, unlocking hidden memories, showing him images of burning buildings while an insidious voice laughed in the back of his head, pulling strings here and there to move Peter's mind towards the hidden images.
"Go on, get some sleep, Twilight. I'll go around town and see if anybody-er, anypony, needs some help."
Twilight smiled, grateful for a chance to sleep after missing out last night due to the day's excitements. "Alright, good idea. Just don't be gone too long, it's almost night time."
He nodded, and asked how long of a walk it was to Fluttershy's house.
"Oh, about five minutes or so. Unless Celestia's really concentrated on something, because then the sun moves fast enough to pass an hour in a minute."
Peter nodded. He didn't really have any idea what she meant, but he decided to roll with it. He walked out the door, and immediately felt like a jackass.
"Uhh... Twilight, where is Fluttershy's house, exactly?"
Twilight pointed with a lavender hoof. Peter nodded and followed a mental path, arriving at Fluttersy's cottage in about five minutes. He knocked on the door, and was greeted by a very disheveled yellow Pegasus, her pink mane ruffled and unkempt.
"Please...catch...that... CHINCHILLA!!"
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Fluttershy waved goodbye to her friends, including Peter, and started off towards her cottage near the Everfree Forest.
She first went to her garden, saying 'hello' to all the little animals, her sweet, low tones comforting the animals, assuring them that she was not a predator.
Oh, I hope Devil is okay...and I hope Angel bunny didn't pull any nasty tricks...
She opened her door to utter and complete chaos.
Hay was strewn around the house, and the boxes of grain for the chickens were torn open, their contents joining the hay on the floor.
Fluttershy stood, mouth agape.
Wh...what?
Her answer came in a small nibbling noise.
Fluttershy ran over to the couch, where she saw Devil gnawing on the feet of the furniture, spitting the wood bits out of his mouth. The chinchilla merely looked up at the yellow Pegasus, did a one-eighty, and bolted, tail spinning in circles behind it as it slid on the tiled kitchen floor.
Angel bunny poked his head out from under the couch, but ducked back in when he saw Fluttershy.
"Angel, did you let Devil out of his cage?"
Angel simply cowered under the couch, not willing to come out and receive an inevitable Stare.
"I told you not to let him out of the cage under any circumstances. Angel, come out from under there right now, mister!"
Fluttershy's hooves entered Angel's field of vision, followed by her eyes. Angel closed his eyes, horrified of how strong her Stare would be...
"Angel, look at me, now."
The bunny shook in fear, but finally obeyed, opening his eyes slowly, bringing them right into Fluttershy's Stare.
"Angel, tonight, no milk. At all, this time I'm not caving in. I told you to not let Devil out of his cage, and I asked you nicely. Your 'small tricks' have gone far enough. Now, stand back while I sort thi-oof!"
Angel laughed hysterically. He couldn't help it. Devil the Chinchilla had just leaped onto Fluttershy's head, immediately bouncing back off, propelling himself forwards and upwards, while driving Fluttershy into a face-plant. Angel ran for it before the Pegasus got back up, hiding in his bed, scared for the chinchilla.
Fluttershy looked around for Angel, and, not finding the mischievous bunny, smacked her hoof down in frustration.
"Devil!"
She ran after the chinchilla, Stare engaged at full throttle. Every time she managed to chase down the ball of fur, it jumped away, too fast for Fluttershy to keep up. They ran around the living room, the kitchen, and even upstairs, knocking down furniture and spilling cabinet contents everywhere.
Finally, after about an hour of being chased around the house, Devil skidded under Fluttershy's bed, the only piece of furniture that had yet to be moved.
Fluttershy's eye twitched, her Stare giving her an insane look as she ran around the house, her disheveled mane simulating how she had looked at the Gala after getting frustrated at the animals in the garden.
"Come out, little Devil. I don't want to hurt you, I just want to shove you into your cage!"
She was about to look under the bed, her strongest Stare yet active, when she heard a knock at the door.
She went down, her stare still active. She saw Peter react in shock, and demanded him to help her.
"Please...catch....that.....CHINCHILLA!"
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Peter tried to tear his eyes from Fluttershy's. They just wouldn't budge.
He could feel his grip on reality fading, his sanity going. What if...what if those images...what if they're real...what if I came here here from my home to escape them... A tear rolled down his cheek, the idea that his whole world had been destroyed gnawing at his heart...
All of Fluttershy's kindness and love came bursting back full fold, crushing her Stare, when she saw the fear in Peter's eyes, the tear rolling down his cheek. She held him as he curled into a fetal position, struggling to get a grip on reality.
No...this is my home...I live here...I didn't come here from somewhere else, that stuff never happened...I was given a chance, I was teleported here by...something...those images are just fake...ignore them, you never lived in that world after that day in robotics...this place is your home, and will be your home forever...
Suddenly, he felt a second conscious entering his own. It felt...dark, and it was interested in what Peters' mind had to offer.
Peter furiously shook himself, coming back to reality.
This. This is my home. Ponyville. I was never twenty nine on Earth. I came here when I was fifteen, I came to Equestria, and I have yet to live a full year here...
He looked into Fluttershy's eyes. She was crying.
"I'm so...so sorry Peter...I l...l...lost it...I was tr...trying to catch my chinchilla, Devil, and I guess I just kind of...sn...snapped..."
The Pegasus' pink mane shook as tremors racked her yellow body, sniffs and hiccups. interrupting her words at random intervals.
Peter put a hand on the side of Fluttershy's face, wiping the tears away, her coat warming his cold hands.
"It's okay, Fluttershy. I understand. I'll help you, alright? I'm good with chinchillas, I had one of my own back on Earth..."
After comforting Fluttershy for a few minutes, ensuring her that he was alright, (which he most definitely was not,) he got up and surveyed the pure chaos around him.
During the chase between pony and chinchilla, the couch had been knocked over, the cushions trampled and kicked around. The beautiful mirror that was in the upstairs bathroom was in pieces, its glass shards glistening on the stairs.
Peter stared in awe at the roof. There were hoof prints on the roof...
Fluttershy followed her gaze, and blushed.
"Heh, no wonder I couldn't catch him...I must have been flying on the roof..."
Peter simply laughed and ruffled his friends' pink mane.
"Well, we all go a bit loopy sometimes...let's go catch a Devil, then. Where is she?"
"He."
"Alright, where is he. Also, do you have any raisins around the house?"
Fluttershy's confusion baffled him. But, I thought she had a skill with animals...how could she not know about a chinchillas' diet...
"Raisins? Peter, I honestly don't think now is a time to eat a snack..."
"Uh, for Devil. Chinchillas love raisins...Didn't you know that? I mean, 'great with animals' is basically part of you..."
Fluttershy nodded, blushing.
"Hah, I kind of forgot in the...mess..."
Peter blushed in return now, embarrassed that he had brought the conversation back to Fluttershy's lapse in character.
"Heh, yeah, sorry..."
They stood there, awkwardly, for a few seconds, when a gnawing sound broke the silence.
Oh, thank God...that was almost too awkward to bear...
He whispered into Fluttershy's ear, and the Pegasus stealthily crept over to the kitchen, searching for a raisin. It took her a while to find a box that wasn't already torn open and empty, but she finally did, grasping it in her mouth, creeping back to Peter, dropping the box in his outstretched hand.
Peter opened the box and reached into its depths, taking out a small, dried grape, and crept over to the chinchilla, grasping the raisin between his forefinger and thumb.
"C'mere, little buddy...c'mere...that's a good Devil..."
Peter held back both a 'd'awwwwww' and a laugh as the chinchilla's whiskers tickled his hand. As soon as the chinchilla reached out, healthy yellow teeth grasping the black treat, Peter shot out with his hand, grasping the chinchilla by the tail, quickly taking hold of its body and loosening his hold on its tail, as he knew that grabbing a chinchillas' tail was very scary for the animal in question.
He whispered into its ear as he held it in place, close to his heart, soothing it slowly.
"Fluttershy, how are we going to make sure he doesn't wreak havoc on your house again?"
The Pegasus looked up, amazed that Peter had been able to grab the chinchilla, and then even calm down the over hyper rodent...
"Uh, let's put him in his cage."
Peter was surprised at the mention of a cage.
"Wait, but Angel doesn't have a cage. And chinchillas are pretty smart, can't you just give him a house in your garden?"
Fluttershy shook her head 'no', vocalizing the movement at the same time.
"Oh, no no no, we can't. He's the first chinchilla in Ponyville, ever. They mainly live near places like the town Appleloosa, where it's dry and hot. If anything, I want to wait until I can find a cute little girl chinchilla, so that they can have a family. Oh, I can't wait until I see little baby chinchillas..."
Peter nodded in consent. A cage it is then...
His short time in Celestia's cage came back to him, the fear and shock he had felt filling his mind.
He mentally shook himself. I've forgiven her for that. It was a lapse of character, that's all...
He didn't know why, but the idea of Celestia having a lapse of character sent a shiver down his spine, and gave him a dark, foreboding feeling...
"Uh, Peter, are you...okay?" The small voice brought him back to reality. The chinchilla was sniffing his white long-sleeved shirt, smelling a small crumb from the meal he had had in Celestia's chambers before they had departed for Ponyville.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine. It's just, y'know, the mention of a cage and all..."
Fluttershy nodded. Looks like our session this week will be...eventful.
"Okay. We can talk about it at the session if you want."
Peter nodded, remembering that Celestia had told him about the weekly sessions.
And to think, I was going to sleep in tomorrow...
"Sounds like a plan. Let's get this little Devil away, shall we?"
Fluttershy nodded. "Sounds like a plan!"
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Peter sat next to Fluttershy, watching the chinchilla practically fly around his cage, trying to get out.
Geez, I've never seen so much fight in such a small animal before...
Fluttershy yawned, but quickly covered her mouth with her hoof, blushing. Peter smiled at his friend, amazed that a living being his size could be so adorable, holding back another hearty 'd'awwww'. He really needed to get his head out of memebase...
"I think you should get some sleep, and that I should go see if anypony else needs help. If she doesn't mind, I'll bring Twilight over later, when she wakes up, to help clean up your house."
He concealed a frown. He was starting to feel oddly protective towards these ponies, even if he had only spoken to them a few times...
"Al...right. I'll see you...at the...session tomorrow, then Peter." Fluttershy struggled to hide her yawns throughout the sentence, the intakes of air interrupting her.
She saw him out, waving to him as he left, and then immediately went up to her bed, flopping down and quickly falling asleep.
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The party pony sat by the door, bored, poofy mane deflated as her haunches grew raw from sitting on the linoleum floor of Cupcake Corner.
Aw, come on, I come home and skip Dashie's practice to set up this thing, and now he's not showing up? What a bummer!
She was about to go clean up the mess in her room, made during the explosion that had accompanied Peters' arrival, when the string-pull bell on the door post to Cupcake Corner rang in its sweet tone.
She immediately perked up, her poofy mane re-inflating like a giant, pink balloon, springing out in every-which way.
"Come in!"
He won't know what hit him... She rubbed her hooves at the thought.
Peter opened the door, mouth open to say 'hello', when a string pulled. He froze, following the string, Pinkie Pie watching, a huge smile playing over her lips.
The string untangled itself from a pulley, which let a sandbag fall, which brought down a large, tin platform supported by giant candy canes.
As the candy canes fell, Peter received a face-full of cake, his eyes closing when he saw the pink mass flying at his face.
He staggered backwards, releasing an involuntary cry. He wiped the cake out of his eyes, looking towards Pinkie Pie, who pointed, hollering in laughter, barely able to get half a sentence out.
"You.................you.................................you should see.....................................your.................f..............f.......................ffface!!"
She continued laughing, almost suffocating herself with laughter as cake dripped off of Peter's face.
She inhaled, her mouth stretching larger than seemed physically possible, the intake of air going on for about a half a minute. She let all the air out in a hearty laugh, her voice cracking.
She finally stopped, spasms still rocking her body as she looked at Peter's cake-covered face. She closed her eyes, attempting to compose herself.
As soon as she did, she herself received a face full of cake, the icing getting in her pink mane.
She used her tongue to lick the icing off of her eyes, and opened them to see Peter, a large portion of cake missing from his face, his hand covered in icing, laughter escaping from her lips.
"Looks like you've been caught...pink-handed!"
Peter roared in laughter, unable to contain himself, his deep voice going up at least two octaves as he laughed. After about five minutes straight of laughter from both Pinkie and Peter, his voice came back down in a sigh, a few chuckles making bumps on his descent back to his normal voice.
"Good one...Pinkie..." Chuckles interrupted him. Goddangit! How dare you, chuckles! So rude!
He smiled even wider as all of Tobuscus' random sayings came flying back to him. God, I'm such a nerd...
Peter and Pinkie shared a fist-to-hoof bump. "Brohoof," Peter said in an odd voice as their hand and hoof touched.
"Brohoof?" Pinkie was obviously interested.
"Yeah. Back on Earth, we do 'brofists', which is a name for a knuckle bump between really good friends. And since you have a hoof, and I have a hand, I just combined the two."
He felt elated that he had finally done a brohoof, but at the same time guilty for calling it his own idea, as it most definitely was not.
"So, Pinkie, do you need any help with anything around Cupcake Corner?"
Pinkie nodded.
"Come with me."
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Wait a second, isn't that her bedroom...
His heart skipped a beat. Jesus, I can't do this...it's totally unmoral! Plus, she's a pony, and I'm a human...
He was about to speak when he saw the mess.
"What happened, an explosion?"
Pinkie nodded. "The explosion that happened when you came here shook up good ol' Cupcake Corner so bad that the icing on the sides came off! Twilight fixed that for Mr. and Mrs. Cake, but I told her to leave my room alone. I need to...say goodbye to something."
He understood. Losing a possession could be something devestating, and she had inevitably lost a few in this chaos...there was a broken mirror near the base of her pink bed, (the canopy of which was torn off and across the room,) her brush was snapped in half, and her dressers' drawers were hanging out, costumes and over-the-top party clothes hanging around the room.
However, what she mourned was a pile of icing in the center of the room. About six cupcakes, all smashed and destroyed.
That is soooo Pinkie Pie...
Still, he couldn't help but feel bad for the party pony. She had probably put a lot of work into them, and they were probably very special gifts for her friends.
"Can I...can I have some...some time alone?"
Peter nodded, but then realized that Pinkie couldn't see his head, and so verbalized his consent. He slipped out of the party pony's room, going downstairs into the kitchen.
He looked around at the ingredients on the counter.
Well, I haven't tried baking in a while...and I could do this thing for Pinkie Pie, at the least, just to make her feel better...
He nodded to himself, and set off on a task to create cupcakes.
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Peter hurried as he heard Pinkie Pie coming down the stairs. Luckily, he had found an instruction book, and he was remarkably skilled at following instructions. The 6 steps that would have normally taken someone twenty minutes each to get the stuff prepared had taken him about ten, total. Now, he was loading the tray of cupcakes into the oven, having already finished the pre-heating while he put together the complex images on the tops of the cupcakes.
"What are you doing?"
Peter shoved the cupcakes into the oven, making sure that none of them cake out of the metal tray, closed it, and set the oven to the setting Mrs. Cake's cookbook instructed.
"Uh, just trying my hand at some baking..."
Pinkie looked at him, an incredulous smile spreading over her lips.
"You can bake?"
"Yeah, and what made you think I couldn't?"
Pinkie shrugged.
"Oh, nothing, it's just that you seemed to be more like Dashie than a baking type..."
Peter shrugged this time, feeling as though they were passing a wave back and forth.
"I guess I'm one big mix, huh?"
Pinkie shrugged, sending the wave back.
"Guess you are!"
Peter shrugged again, but couldn't think of anything to say.
And Pinkie shrugged.
Then Peter shrugged.
Then Pinkie shrugged.
They kept the shrug wave going, and then finally burst out in laughter, the weirdness of it washing over them.
"You're...hilarious, Peter!"
Peter smiled, reminded of his times at Robotics with his friends, when they ended up having a 'shrug war', in which they competed to see who could shrug the fastest. He felt a pang of home sickness for his friends, but crushed it.
This is my home now.
Note from the author: By the way, I would like to say that I actually used a real example to model this bit off of. I really did have a shrug war with a friend once, and it was in the middle of a crowded McDonalds. Shit got real.
"Are you...kidding...me? You're...the hilarious one...Pinkie!"
The two friends laughed harder as they realized that their sentences were filled with laugh-made hiccups.
They finally calmed down, and decided to talk about their favorite kinds of cake.
Peter was about to agree with her on the great taste of Chocolate Moose when the timer on the oven rang.
"I'll get it! I think you'll like this, Pinkie."
Peter pulled on the oven mitts, keeping them somewhat off so that he could have a depression in the palm of his hand, simulating fingers on mitts back on Earth. He opened the oven and pulled out the cupcake tray, placing it down on the counter next to an eager Pinkie Pie.
She gasped.
"Oh my Celestia! You made them all out of dark chocolate!"
Peter blushed. "Actually, each cupcake was a different color, and they each had a different image on top...and they were all vanilla with chocolate in the base."
Pinkie looked at the cupcake she was about to shove in her mouth, and put it down, slightly blushing.
"Well, how about you draw down the designs for the cupcakes? I can just make copies of them, I guess."
Peter held back a chuckle.
Designs for a cupcake...next-level cupcake makin' maneuvers...
He sketched down the image of a cupcake on a piece of paper, from the top, and designed six different cupcakes, each with a different image on top, and writing a different color on each. Then he showed the side view of each cupcake, in a view of what it would look like cut in half, with a different filling in each.
Wait...where did this paper and quill come from?
His question was answered as Pinkie stuffed the completed drawing, and quill, back into her poofy mane, dislodging a canister of confetti, which promptly exploded.
"I...how..." No, memebase, get out of my head! "Wat?"
Pinkie looked at him, surprised at his mispronunciation of such a simple word as 'what'.
"Heh, sorry...just got a bit tongue-tied, is all..."
Pinkie nodded, and started bouncing up and down, an idea sparkling in her eyes.
"I have an idea! You should go see Rarity, and I'll go see Twilight and ask her to clean up this mess for me!"
"Uh, sure, just knock on Twilight's door, she went to sleep before I left, she may still be sleeping..."
Pinkie nodded, bouncing up and down. Peter smiled at the bouncing pony as they walked towards the door, and he ruffled her poofy mane and gave her a second brohoof, saying goodbye and waving to her as they split ways, Pinkie's giant shout of 'Rarity's house is that way!' still ringing in his ears.
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Peter walked to Rarity's house, awkwardly aware of the looks he was receiving from all the ponies walking by.
I wish they'd stop staring at me like I was some kind of freak...I think I know how Zecora felt now...if it weren't for Celestia declaring me as perfectly normal except for my looks, I think that I'd be in the same exact position as her right now...
His feet hurting after walking for so long, Peter finally spotted the elegant Carousel Boutique. Walking up to the door, he was suddenly aware that the windows were obscured by fabrics.
He rang the bell, not sure what to expect. Nopony answered.
Maybe she's busy...
He walked away, heading towards where he knew Rainbow Dash would be.
-----------------------------Rainbow Dash----------------------------
Rainbow Dash lay on a cloud, bored to the ears.
Everypony's busy, and even Peter's busy. What the buck?
She stretched her back, spreading her wings as the cartilage-filled disks cracked.
Well, might as well practice!
She launched off of the cloud, practicing her favorite maneuvers.
"Awww yeah!"
The feel of the wind in her mane...there was nothing better.
Her flips, barrel rolls, and sky dives inspired her imagination, and she suddenly had an idea.
What if I do a barrel roll, a flip, and then come back up using the momentum to propel myself into wingless flight? That would be awesome!
However, it didn't work as she planned.
------------------------------------Peter--------------------------------
As he walked through the field near Rarity's house, a rainbow streaked right into him.
Rainbow Dash struggled to get up.
"Ow...didn't exactly work as I had hoped."
"Yeah, you're telling me..."
She looked to the right and saw Peter, holding his head as his vision doubled.
"Geez, Rainbow, what did you do? Or, rather, what did you try to do?"
Rainbow blushed, embarrassed by her failure.
"Uh...I tried to do a barrel roll flip, and then I tried to pull out at the last second to get some momentum...and, it didn't work...so well."
Peter chuckled softly, getting up from the ground.
"So, is there anything you wanna talk about, Rainbow?"
Rainbow Dash instantly grew silent.
Wait...what? In the show, she never stopped talking about the Wonderbolts...
After looking around, the cyan pony leaned in and whispered into Peter's ear.
"Be here at midnight."
She flew off, waving at Peter with a hoof. Peter feebly returned the gesture, confused as to what the hell was up with that pony...
His thoughts were interrupted as a scream came from the Carousel Boutique.
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After the other ponies had gone off to do their own things, Rarity had gone straight to her home.
She walked right to her house, eyes open but not seeing, zoning out in a bout of thought, a simply divine design evolving in her mind.
It will take much patience, and even more concentration. The magic will be tough, grueling, and will wreak absolute havoc upon my mane, but if it is like anything that I want it to be, it will all. Be. Worth it.
She opened the door to the Boutique, the orderly fashion of linens and fabrics meeting her eyes. She immediately set to work, drawing out her design.
"A bit of flair here, a bit of fire here, and...done! Oh, Rarity, you are a gem!"
She opened the book of spells that Twilight had given her two nights ago, the very same one that had the spell responsible for her simply wonderful new tail-style. She opened it to the folded page, taking care to flatten out the dog-ear on the page.
"Hm...This is very, very complicated indeed! Opalescensce, I need you to wait outside on the balcony."
"Sis, is there anything I can do to help?"
Rarity turned around, her work glasses floating down onto her face.
"Oh, Sweetie Belle. Uh, I think you should step out for this."
Sweetie Belle looked up in surprise. Rarity had always asked her to 'stay in that corner', or 'don't touch anything', not 'step out'.
"But why? I just wanna help!"
Rarity looked at her little sister, the white filly reflected in her eyes.
"Yes, I understand that. But listen to me: You must leave for this. I'm going to be performing extremely dangerous magic, and you must leave me to it. Go on to Sweet Apple Acres, I heard Applejack was looking for help carrying all of those bruised apples out of the farm. Well, go on!"
Sweetie Belle nodded, releasing an affirmative 'mhm!' She understood that magic needed distance, especially when Rarity was doing it. She was so emotional with her work, Celestia knows what could happen.
Once Sweetie Belle was out, Rarity took out her dress that she had worn to the Gala, expecting to be amazed with it again, the same way she had been when she had first seen it.
Rarity was somewhat disappointed with the outcome, as it only warranted a small gasp, but then remembered that she had work to do yet: she had to the jewels!
She started arranging the jewels, attaching them magically to the fabric of the dress, giving it a more complex look that, at the same time, made it look simple, the colorless gems arranged in a pattern of fire on the back, and sparks on the back.
She smiled, impressed with the outcome. It was time to do her magic.
"Make sure you're alone, blah blah blah...ah! 'To pour one's personality into a Gem of Soul, they must first know what it is they want as a result.' Well, that's obvious: something that says: 'look out world, here, comes, Rarity!' Okay, next step...'reach your magic out to the gems, and pour your intention into it by telling it what you want the most.' Sounds simple..."
She reached out with her magic to the colorless gems. They glistened as her magics' blue aura surrounded them, and she shouted out what she wanted most of all from these rare, rare gems.
"I want you to show the world who I am. I want the world to look at me and say-'She...she must be the beautiful, elegant, divine-Miss Rarity!'"
The Soul Gems glowed with power as a light show went on, light travelling from the tip of Rarity's white horn to the center of each of the Gems, filling them each with a light blue color: the color of her eyes, and also of the three gems on her Cutie Mark.
She turned back to the book when the step was done.
"'Now, let your very being fly into the Soul Gems, but do not think of anything but that intention-or it will have disastrous results!' Oh, my."
The images accompanying it were disastrous. Broken Soul Gems, burned dresses, destroyed fabrics and linens...a truly apocalyptic future.
"Well, notwithstanding, I shall succeed!"
She reached out with her magic to the Soul Gems and kept her intention in her head, the intention of everypony knowing her by her dress.
She was about twenty minutes into it when she giddily thought about how divine the dress would be.
Frustrated at her falter, she tried to focus on her intention.
However, she learned that once the mind wanders when pouring its soul into something, it wanders down every path.
Images of everypony she knew and everything she had ever worked on filled her mind. The images were sucked in a beautifully horrifying light show towards a ball of light, consuming her Gala dress.
Rarity passed out, an overwhelming amount of data pouring through her mind.
When she woke up, she was in a mine field.
Her dress had been duplicated thousands of times, and then torn apart. The fabrics littered the walls, covering Rarity. The Soul Gems all had a sickly green glow about them, the light pouring into a giant ball of energy that constantly changed color. One second it was a light blue, the next second a deep red, the next an undefinable color that had no sense or order to it.
The dress exploded into fifty copies, which instantly tore themselves to shreds and covered Rarity's Boutique in another layer of fabric.
She screamed, the fear of possible death by her own blunder, and by the weight of linens weighing heavily upon her mind.
After what seemed to be a millennium, the door burst open, revealing a red faced Peter Roose.
-----------------------------------------Peter-----------------------------
Did her magic backfire or something? Or is this just Sweetie Belle trying to 'help'?
He heard a meow, interrupting his train of thoughts. He looked around, trying to spot the white cat. He finally found her in a tree, the gem of her namesake glistening around her neck.
"Opal...how did you get up there?"
The cat simply shook, holding on the tree's limb, staring through the window.
Peter was getting more worried by the second. He put some thought in to what he should do.
Fuck it.
He grasped the door handle and pulled backwards, expecting it to come loose easily. Unfortunately, the door wasn't giving up without a fight.
"What the..."
He pulled the door harder now, and felt it give a bit, instantly slamming back into place.
What in the hell is pulling this door back?
He heard a scream from the inside of the Boutique, a scream belonging to a white pony with an elegant tail.
His eyes opened in surprise.
What the fuck is going on in there?!
He looked around for help, but didn't see anypony. He looked back up at the white cat. Her shaking had intensified, and the entire branch was practically vibrating by this point.
He gritted his teeth, pulling at the door with all of his (lesser) might, desperately trying to get it open, his fingers and arms screaming in protest as the door gave way.
He jolted backwards as the door slammed open, his efforts at pulling the door open doubling back onto his own body.
His mouth dropped open, staring at the strange light before him.
The door started to close.
He dove through without a second thought.
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"What in the hell?!"
He searched for Rarity, and found a white horn sticking out of the fabrics. He rushed over.
Or at least, he waddled over, pushing through layers upon layers of fabric. Suddenly, he lost sight of the white pinnacle.
"Rarity?" He started to panic, his heart beating faster than it ever had. "RARITY!!"
He pushed fabrics and linens out of the way, struggling with all of his might to get to the friend he had barely even gotten to know.
He finally dug to the spot where she had been, and managed to uncover her horn. He didn't feel too comfortable with grabbing the horn itself, as he feared it may be fragile, or even worse, a mediator to the nervous system, which would send her into unconsciousness.
He finally saw her head, and pulled on the base of it, raising her mouth above the mess, letting her take a breath.
"I need to stop this before it kills both of us..."
He looked to the door, hoping he could rush out and get Twilight.
It was covered by clothes.
"No..."
Death...the final journey...
"No! I can't die here because of a stupid mistake!"
He looked towards the dress, and pushed through with all of his determination, leaving Rarity above the layers of fabric.
When he finally managed to struggle over to it, he laid his hands upon the gems, hoping to tear them off, somehow stopping the energy orb that steadily built in size.
He recoiled in pain as the caustic gems burned his hands.
"Ah, Jesus Christ!"
He steeled his nerves. He tried again. This time he ignored the pain.
"For...Rarity!"
He tore off the gem, the green mineral glowing in his hand, even as he crushed it in his hand, screaming in pain as it burned off the skin on his hand.
Jesus Christ, what the fuck is this thing?!
Finally, the gem burst, its structure already fragile due to the heat being poured into it, the burning shards embedding themselves in his palm. It felt as though someone was sending electricity right through his nervous system.
The ball of energy dissipated before Peter's eyes. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was a pair of eyes that spoke of anger and coming revenge...