Where Dreams Come to Stay
A brief explanation before we begin our little story. First I would like to say that I am writing this more for myself than anyone else, mainly because I want to write this on paper (let's not go into further detail) so I remember. Second don't flame, if you don't like it don't read it, I'm more the likely going to rate it as M because I'm not sure if I want to explore the darker side of MLP (It's all your fault Sergeant Sprinkles, I can't eat cupcakes anymore), As such this story might include Gore, Violence, and an Extremely limited vocabulary, although I have no intention of any Sexual Content Whatsoever. The main character will be based off myself, with a different name for obvious reasons (I'm looking at you Pedo-Bear). Anyway it's about time I started writing the actual story.
I had always been a bit of a loner and now as I look down from my room on the 30th floor of my apartment complex, I couldn't help but reflect on how things came to be with me standing precariously close to almost certain death, after all I'm only 17.
My name is Louis, and I wish I had a better reason for how I always feel, but that only confirms my own lack of identity. I would be what many would refer to as "that creepy kid" who sits in the corner of the library on his computer all the time. I was a fairly average teen, having survived the horrors of repeated school changes, and losing the few friends I had. I was feeling a little down, although that might be what is referred as an "understatement". To explain in further detail I was depressed, having loss purpose or drive (I don't know if I ever had any drive or passion) in my life. Feeling as faceless as Fawkes I really didn't feel the need to press on into the wild cutthroat of a world known as earth. Ah the wisdom of a teen, as I write this I realize just how much of a fool I was, and still am. Having given up on life before it even began, I guess I could blame the news media, or the events surrounding me as my family slowly went bankrupt. Hell I could even blame my mother for giving birth to yet another unneeded soul on the already overburdened world which I had only ever known. I did what so many people my age did; I started living on the internet.
As I delve deeper and deeper into the ever expanding cyber space, I found countless games, videos, and stories to keep my mind off the real world. However I started noticing quite a few memes popping up with pictures of various "ponies" with witty writing, most of which went over my head. Curiosity ran its course, and unsurprisingly I fell in love with the "frilly" show. After that I continued searching for more Pony content to keep myself satiated while I eagerly waited for the next episode (Also on my list was, a few YouTuber's who must have saved from the brink of insanity on more than a few occasions, and the never ending bleach manga). Perhaps this was what tipped the scale of my already unbalanced perception of reality towards the edge of madness. Funny how when you have no identity for yourself, you cling to what you wish you could be. I pondered this as I stared down into the busy streets of L.A. A small spark of sadness flowed through my mind, as I slipped off the edge of the balcony, of a starving child in Africa who never would have the chance to learn what it meant to live, as I threw all that away. Its funny how people claim to have their lives flash before their eyes as they knock on Death's door, I concluded I must of truly never lived as all I saw was the rapidly approaching sidewalk. My final thought was pity for the poor sod that would have to scrape my lifeless body off the street, as if I were gum on the of whatever Gods watched my plummet, before changing to something more interesting, like paint drying. Then blackness, or whiteness, I can't honestly say I know what really happened. I opened my eyes and realized that I hadn't stopped falling, noticing bright white puffy clouds, as I fell towards the rather colorful version of my personal hell, or so I thought, then I hit water, and this time I'm sure it was blackness.
That had been minutes ago, and after having almost died again of drowning, it was fair to say I was a tad shell-shocked. Blinking wildly as I caught my breath, I waited for my eyes to adjust to the bright sunlight that was warming my back as I lay gasping for oxygen. Looking around I noticed that "hell" was actually a very pretty place, and if I wasn't worried about the eternal pain and suffering I was sure to suffer, I'd say it would make a pretty nice Vacation spot. It did however feel slightly familiar, but I shook the feeling off as I sat and admired the green trees and the crystal blue water of the lake I had fell in.
It's not often that one gets to experience death and near death in that order on the same day, for the first time in months a sliver of smile complemented my plump cheeks. I may be in a hell of unspeakable horrors, but it sure beat whatever you would call my existence on Earth any day!
(Except Saturday when the mighty Faust blessed me and my fellow Bronies, with a new chapter into the Magic of Friendship)
This being my first Fanfic ever would like to thank you for reading if you got this far, feel free to critique (Oh there are so many things) me on my writing, I plan to write a second chapter eventually, (although if even one person wished for it, I'd gladly try to write it quicker, but I wouldn't hold my breath; you would suffocate D=)
Now I will answer the obvious questions one would ask after reading this. Yes this is inspired by the fanfic barriers by Loss Thief, although I do not plan on stealing any of the ideas from it (Actually there are other fanfic's much more similar to this concept, but it would take a while to list them all, let's just say a lot) the general basis is similar. The one thing I am looking forward to is including my favorite villain Discord as a main character throughout. I believe that covers everything, thanks again for reading, unless you just skipped to the bottom….. *Stares at you Dave, yeah you*