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My first Pony fanfic so go easy on me!

Basically, when the pony-dolls become real, they will be foal-sized (about knee-high on a average adult human) because that's the size the plushie dolls were before they were transformed. When they transform/become real, they will not be a toy, they are the real things! Just to avoid confusion later XD

So this is just a starter chapter to get an idea for the characters, but I promise that chapter two will be ponies galore and they'll be as in-character as I am able to keep them. I'll need a lot of help with this one, so make sure to tell me what you think XD Onwards to the story my friends!

"Thanks for doing this Frey. So you're sure that you're going to be okay? I mean I know it's only for a week or two but seriously, you're sure you're okay with this?"

I rolled my eyes at my older brother jokingly, "Yes, Nate, I'll be fine."

"And you know the rules?"

A sigh, "No parties, no boys, no leaving the house after seven and… no fun?"

"Freya, I'm serious."

"Alright, alright, jeez anyone would think I'm twelve not twenty."

He smirked, "I'm just making sure, is all."

"Well if you don't trust me then why not ask mom to watch the house while you're away?"

"Uh, because it's mom. And I do trust you, but I'm just making sure, it's my house after all. You'd be the same if you were in my position."

"Fair point." By this point I just wanted to have some peace and quiet, "If you say so, now get going before you miss your train."

"Hey you're right for once." Nate looked at his watch, another reason to figure he didn't trust me as much as he claimed. He handed me a set of keys, "Well, kid, the house it yours. You can sleep in the spare room or my room."

Sleeping in my brothers bed, thanks but no thanks. I may not be a kid anymore but I still believe in boy-germs, "Which one, you have two spare rooms."

"The one that isn't locked."

Oh hello, "Why is it locked?" I asked, a cheeky grin spreading on my face.

"Because I locked it." He said pointedly, "Now I've gotta go, just remember to lock the front and back door before hitting the hay."

"Awe, but the thought of a murder breaking in sounds so exciting." I pouted.

"Freya." He warned again.

"I'm joking! Look I'm just here to watch the house and get my coursework done in peace, nothing is going to happen."

"Famous last words." He sniggered, heading out of the front door, "Thanks again, Frey, I'll give you a call when I arrive."

"Sure thing." I assured, giving a wave from the doorway, "See you soon!"

I watched as he walked around my car and into his, reversing into the road and waving anxiously as he took his leave and out of sight. It was official, he didn't trust me. Well I'll show him. What did he think I was going to do? Burn the place down? I wasn't that bad a cook! Speaking of which, I was starving. Well look at that, my first act at having the house to myself and I'm snacking… Freedom unlocked to the max apparently.

Speaking of unlocking things. I felt a glimmer of intrigue as I recalled the mentioning of a locked door. What was Nate hiding? Yet another reason to name the lack of trust here. Why hide things from me? I climbed the stairs, curiosity burning like wildfire. The upper floor was pretty basic in layout, the main bedroom at the top of the stairs, bathroom to the right and two smaller bedrooms to the left. I never understood why a single, twenty-five year old man would want a three bedroom house to himself. My mom said that it was something called domestic-optimism. I called it a waste of money.

"What're you hiding in there?" I muttered, pressing my forehead against the wood to peer through the keyhole, but found nothing but a white wall staring back at me. Trying to lay down and look under the door didn't help either, the carpet was too thick. But like hell was I giving up that easy. Call me stubborn or even wasting my time, but I just had to know. If I was going to be stuck in this place for over a week, I wasn't going to waste it staring at a 'mysterious' door. Think of it as… security. Or something like that.

So I walked out into the back yard, trying my best to navigate the outside wall and pinpoint which window was my gateway to the room. To be honest, that didn't take that long, it was a pretty small house despite the bedroom number. Like I said, Nate lived alone, he couldn't really afford the big fancy places around here. But anyway, once I found the right window, and to my luck of I had any, found that the curtains were not drawn, I figured that my next challenge would be how to get up there… Looking around, I couldn't really find anything to my use. That is, until I caught sight of a ladder leaning against the shed at the back of the garden. Bingo!

Old, heavy and most likely breakable, it was my only shot and I took it. I lined it up against the wall and hoped to god that it wouldn't slip as I took a few tentative steps upwards. So far so sturdy, I cautiously continued to scale the ladder until I was half way up. My curious glaze downwards didn't last long. Don't look down, idiot, I told myself, I know it's not that high but you don't want to do that again! Focusing more on the generic upwards direction, I kept moving until my fingers brushed the sill of the window. Grinning in my victory, I peered inside…

My eyes widened in awe. Not amazed or wondrous awe, just pure wry shock. The posters, the dolls and figures covered the walls and shelves, DVD's and merchandise galore. I didn't know what to do with myself. No wonder Nate had told me not to go in, no wonder he didn't want mom knowing about this. No wonder he locked the door! Laughing all the way, I slid back to the ground and pulled out my phone, dialling hurriedly.

"Freya?" Nate's voice echoed as he answered my call, "You didn't burn the place down already did you?"

I struggled to speak through my snickering, but he heard me alright, "Holy hell, Nate! You're a brony?!"

There was a pause, mostly filled with my laughter, but he finally answered. His tone brief, to the point, and warning, but not without a brotherly sense of humour, "Don't touch my stuff."

"Yeah I'll be sure to keep my hooves to myself!"

"Goodbye, Freya…" he grumbled.

"See ya around, bro…ny." Oh my god this was priceless, I'm never going to let him live this one down. Ever.

Six figures stood together against their enemy, eyes narrowed in determination as they endured his mocking sniggers. They should have known better than to truly believe that he had converted to their side. They should have known that true chaos can not be tamed. They should have known that it was only a matter of time before old habits would just prove too stubborn to be erased. The six had willingly challenged him, and the favour was returned with great amusement. The enemy had learned some new tricks, and he was more than willing to test them out. And what perfect subjects. They wouldn't see this coming. But they would see the extent of his newfound power. He grinned cunningly and waved his fingers menacingly.

"Goodbye… My little ponies."

It's been two days since Nate left, and things have been so quiet that I think I'm starting to loose it a little. So, to keep my sanity, I'd taken to blasting my music loud enough to block out the world further. The enjoyment of sending Nate pony related messages to wind him up had lost its entertainment. I didn't really mind that he was a brony, if he liked the show then he liked it. Personally I couldn't share the notion, I found the programme cute to say the least. The most I could say was that it was… colourful. At the end of the day it wasn't my business what my brother was into, so for now I'd stop teasing him. For now.

"Huh?" I looked down at my phone and paused the music. Oh speak of the devil, "Hey, brony."

"Will you give me a break, Freya?"

"I'm just messing with you! Jeez! So what's up?"

"Just checking in on you, is all." Nate claimed.

"Everything is fine thanks." I replied, not hiding the bitterness, "How're you?"

"Pretty good, man I forget how boring these meetings are."

"In that case, please don't tell me about it." I mused, "Do you know when you're going to be back yet?"

"Not yet, but it's still looking like a week or so. Why? Are you getting lonely up there?"

I ran a hand through my mass of curled hair which kind of reminded me of the colour of coffee and narrowed my eyes, "No! Christ, I'm fine, you know for once it would be nice if you trusted me instead of-"

Bang!

What the hell was that? I stared at the ceiling, the sudden noise sounding from right above me. Mutters and footsteps were muffled from floorboards and walls. Did I leave a TV on or something? No, no I'm sure I didn't. What was happening?

"Come on, Frey, you know I trust you."

Nate's voice made me jump and I realised that I was still on the phone to him. I also noticed that I had been holding my breath and promptly released it, "Uh, yeah… Look can I call you back later?"

"Aren't you a little old to be stropping off?"

"I'm not stropping, I'm-"

Bang-Bang-Bang!

"I'll call you later."

I disconnected the call and grabbed the first thing I could to defend myself which unfortunately turned out to be a spatula but to be honest I didn't care by this point. Cautiously making my way towards the stairs, my eyes strained to see the top. What the hell was I doing? Why did I hang up? Why was I investigating this? Rule number one in horror movie survival, you never investigate the weird noises and rule number two is you never hang up on someone who might be able to help you! And a spatula for a weapon, was I insane?

But I was already upstairs, too late to turn back now. Well, in hindsight I guess it wasn't but at the time I think I was caught up in the mood of it all. The noises sounded like they were coming from the locked room. That was good. That meant that whatever was inside couldn't get out. I hoped. What was going on in there? The door suddenly jolted, making me jump back in alarm. That, I recovered from quickly, but what I wasn't prepared for, was the serious of voices that now rang perfectly clear from the other side…

"Are you gonna get us outta here or what?"

Another voice, tinted with a southern twang snapped back, "I'm tryin', Dash, I don't see you helpin' out here. If ya haven't noticed it's a little harder when you're Applebloom-size!"

"I've always envied Sweetie-Belle's petite figure but this is quite ridiculous."

"I agree, but there has to be some logical explanation."

There was an eruption of laughter, "Ha! Look-it! I'm Mini-Pie-Pinkie-Pie! Ha!"

"Um, excuse me, g-girls; I-I think that there's something out there."

I froze at what the softer of the voices just said. Could they see me? Oh, right, the keyhole, duh. Well two could play at that game. As quietly as I could, I crouched down and peered inside. My heart raced and I could hear my blood pounding in my ears. My lungs daren't release any air. Just through the keyhole, instead of finding the white wall like before; I was met with a large and curious, blue eye staring right back at me. Crap…

A/N:

A full explanation of what's going on will take place in the next chapter so stay tuned! XD I really hope you liked this and if you did, please let me know. If you didn't like it, please tell me why and I'll do my best to improve. We're all learner writers here and we should help one another out, right? Well, I'd better get writing, lol XD