Hello. If you're reading this, don't tell anyone, or anything about this.
I was sitting at home, enjoying a textbook on Advanced Corruption, or Dark Magic. A very controversial subject to say the least.
I'm a being called 'Lightened Somber' or 'Sombra', although some ponies call me Sombrero. I'm a unicorn with a penchant for the profane arcane and foreign language. Next thing you know, I'm literally in pieces on the ground in between a town and a mountain. Right now, the sky is shining various colors, if that tells you anything.
Anyways, I woke up, and put myself together, laughing. I said to myself, "I never thought I'd have to actually pull myself together!"
As I did so, I noticed that I wasn't built as I used to be, which made sense, all things considered. I shouldn't be alive now, yet here I am. I seem to be a Darkest-Night unicorn, with a black mane and red and green eyes. On my left foreleg, the characters " 4" are carved into my apparent armor. It seems whoever made the armor was either not good at spelling, or loved numbers a bit too much.
Anyway, as I walked from where I awoke at, and saw the town, my first instinct was to cry at the simple beauty of the place. I take extreme pride in simplicity, and usually my clothing reflects that. The colors were plain, yet not boring, and the buildings were two floors, most. I walked into town with what must've been an awestruck gaping look on my face. Immediately, a cyan Pegasus flew down and tackled me to the ground.
"Why are YOU here?" I remember her yelling, "Haven't you caused enough trouble?"
At that, I looked up questionately.
"What did I do? I don't remember doing something wrong," I asked, confused.
"What did you do? WHAT DID YOU DO?! I'll TELL you what you did!" She screamed again, directly into my face, "You enslaved all of those innocent ponies, tried to kill my friends, and forced Princess Cadence to stay up for days! THAT's what you did!"
"Well," I then retorted truthfully, with a sigh, "I sure wouldn't want to be friends with me. It'd be more out of pity, I suppose..."
The rainbow-maned mare replied, "Huh?" I looked up and saw the puzzled look on her face.
"Think about it. You look creepy, probably smell, act all evil, and now You're getting tackled by somepony you've never seen before, for something you don't recall doing. I doubt you'd think very highly of yourself any more." At that, my head produced a shock of pain, sending purple-colored tears from my eyes. Clutching my skull in agony, I fell to the ground again.
When I woke up, I was in this place. Seems to be either a jail cell or a hospital room. Most likely the latter, because the bed is comfy. I might just go to sleep now.
G'night.