This is my first fanfic. Tell me what you think of it (I need to know what to improve)

I got the inspiration for this fic from a series of lucid dreams that I had.

most of what happens in this chapter happened to me IRL

Prologue

Grounded. I find myself grounded quite often, usually because of my grades. I’ve figured out, though, that when I'm grounded, I become extremely creative. I like to build things out of scrap; most of my friends find the product to be amazing. Once, I turned a bunch of metal pipes into an interesting sculpture that resembled a hybrid of a crossbow and a satellite dish.

When I'm not grounded or watching ponies, I like to build and learn about computers and any other electronic devices. I have piles among piles of computer pieces in my room. I'm surprised that I haven't broken any of the components, or gotten myself injured.

One day, I saw an interesting related video on Youtube. It showed someone lighting up a light bulb using something called a HERF gun. I then looked for more videos on Youtube about what a HERF gun was and how it affected objects. I was amazed by what it did to most electronic devices. With digital clocks, it changed the time on the clock, and with cell phones, it turned the back light on, probably rendering it useless as a cell phone though.

My curiosity was piqued on how it was made, so I did some research on its construction. It turned out that all I would need was a working microwave. I asked my parents if I could use one of our microwaves to build one. They both said no. I was saddened at this, but then I thought, “ Hey, our school has an abundance of microwaves. I bet our headmaster would give me one”.

So, the next day at school, I asked my headmaster if I could have one of the microwaves, at first he wasn't going to give me one of them. So I convinced him to give me one by saying, “we have too many microwaves in the lunch room. Ive always see at least one of them not being used. also, having this many microwaves running at once on the same time is not very good for the circuit breaker” (all of the microwaves (fifteen to be exact) were all running on the same circuit). after thinking about it for a while, he decided that I could have one microwave. He gave me the largest, oldest one in the lunchroom. I was extremely happy that I had procured a microwave a HERF gun.

Later that day, in the car line, my dad was waiting for me to get into the car to go home. He saw me walking towards the car with a relatively large microwave in my arms. I put the microwave in the back of the car along with my backpack and laptop. He said to me sarcastically, “great, more junk for you to put into your room.”

Immediately after I had arrived home, I started to strip all of the external pieces of the microwave off to see what I was dealing with. I looked at how everything was connected and took notes on the connections to the various components. When I was done, I decided it was time to get to work.

I remembered from one of the Youtube videos how to make a HERF gun. Basically all a HERF gun is a directional microwave. So, instead of having the microwaves contained in the machine, it fires them in a wide spray in whichever direction the magnetron is pointed. Once disassembled, the microwave and put it back together outside of its body, I decided to try it out by shooting a light bulb.

I plugged the machine in, hearing a single beep that indicated that the microwave was getting power. Typing in one minute, I crossed my fingers hoping that the machine would work correctly. I pressed the start button. the HERF gun sprung to life making that humming sound that all microwaves make. To my amazement the light bulb lit up. Then it happened. I forgot to position the cooling fan so that it would blow cool air on the magnetron (magnetrons produce A LOT of heat). The light bulb exploded followed by a cracking sound from inside the magnetron. All of my skin felt like I was outside lying down letting sunlight hit my skin; it was a very pleasant experience. Three seconds later, the microwave turned off, indicating that the one minute was up.

I touched the magnetron. It was extremely hot, so I decided to pick it up with oven mitts and let it cool outside. Once it was cool enough to handle, I plugged it back in to the rest of the machine, put on thirty seconds (I didn’t want to risk what happened last time, it could of been much worse). I pressed start, everything worked except the one key component: the magnetron. I was saddened by this; all of my work had gone to waste.

But being me, I got over it quickly; it is a waste of energy to dwell on the past. It was already getting late. So I decided to go to bed. I sleep as well as most people do. But this particular night, before I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't exactly put my finger on it, but something was wrong.

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I had horrible dreams; Everything that could of gone wrong with the HERF gun did. So many scenarios played out in front of me, each one being more horrible than the last. Eventually, I saw the outline of what had the appearance of all three pony races simultaneously. It walked up to me and said in an authoritative voice, “wake up”.
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The next morning, which was a Saturday, woke up quickly, looking at the clock. It was 9:30 AM. I was shocked; I had almost missed the new episode. I opened up my laptop and went to Equestria daily to find the list of live streams. I chose the one I always choose; the Hax Mega live stream. As I started to watch the new episode I thought to myself, “it would be so cool if i could be a pony”. Not ten seconds latter, I noticed my hands start to turn into hooves. I ran, or rather, trotted over to the mirror in my bathroom. What I saw both shocked and amazed at the same time.

I was a dark grey pony with a red mane and a cutie mark that had a computer with various other electronic devices surrounding it. I then thought, “if I turned into a pony just by thinking about it, maybe I can change the type of pony that I am the same way”. Not three seconds later, I noticed that i had wings and a horn. “well” I said, “I can certainly get used to this”.