The door to a small home on some off the main road street opened as a rather large form entered huffing and puffing slightly. The form popped off it's sandals next to the door, making a note to get some new ones as these were starting to get worn out from constant use. It passed right by the little hovel kitchen, having just gotten back from the small burger joint it went to every saturday. It dropped a phone, wallet, and keys into a small basket that was kept on a little table next to a bedroom door, entering said room. Passing everything else in the room it went straight for the office chair that sat in front of a computer desk with many knick-knacks decorating it, the most prominent thing being a diploma with the name Sidney Wilson written on it in cursive.

"*Phew* I shouldn't feel this winded, I really need to walk more." Sidney said as he sat down, turning on his computer and letting the light from the monitor help illuminate the slowly darkening room as the day turned to evening.

"I don't want to end up riding around in that scooter all the time, or I'll be the next poster boy for the typical 'Murican. Heh."

The scooter he was referring to was a small moped he had out front. He bought it over a car just because it was easier to use and take care of, plus it cost next to nothing to fill it up. Though for closer places he liked to walk instead. His health was always a constant on his mind, despite what one would think should they meet him. He couldn't help it, he liked food.

"Ugh, why is it that whenever windows has an update it takes a gazillion freaking years to download and install?" He said has he got back out the chair he just got in and walked to the kitchen. Going over to the fridge he opened it up, grabbed a mountain dew and headed back to his room. This was part of his weight problem, instead of big meals or extreme laziness he tended to snack all throughout the day. He couldn't even eat that big of a meal if he wanted, his belly bigger than his actual stomach.

Back in his room he opened the soda and plopped back into his seat, seeing that the update was half way done. With nothing to really do at the moment he just sat there thinking as it finished, sipping on the dew.

"Maybe I can start walking over to that park everyday...But what would I even do? Just walk around the whole thing maybe. Wouldn't really be much exercise though. Maybe I can get one of those stair stepper things. Could walk for as long as I wanted and not have a worry in the world. Then again that would make me even more of a recluse if I didn't even have to go outside to exercise."

He had picked up the habit of talking to himself about a month after he had moved to the new house. Made the house feel just that tiniest bit more alive than when it was silent.

"I need to do something, don't want to hear from Eli about getting more active again. Only so many times a man can handle being given a speech about being physically fit before he goes off the deep end."

Elizabeth was his younger (by one year as she liked to constantly remind him, which got him to wonder about his parents life choices) sister and a complete health nut. She doesn't shove her health ways down peoples throat thankfully, but as her tubby older brother he typically got the full lecture about how an active lifestyle and a good diet are quote, "One of the, if not THE most important things ever!". It always bothered her how his weight nor his eating habits never seemed to impact him negativity in any major way. He smiled at one particular memory that came to him.

"Are you kidding me?! *Huff* "

"What's *Huff* the problem? You won! *Huff*"

A seventeen year old Sidney and a sixteen year old Eli had just finished a little race, and despite being the winner Eli was furious.

"What's the problem?! The problem it that this was supposed to show just how unfit you are and that you should be eating better. YOU KEPT UP WITH ME NEARLY THE ENTIRE TIME!"

"Oh for the love of-*Huff*I already know I'm supposed to eat better, but there are somethings that I'm just not willing to give up! And besides, if you won doesn't that mean you've proved your point anyway?"

"If I had left you in the dust a heavy breathing, sweaty mess than yes, but instead you nearly won!"

"Just because I kept up doesn't mean I'm not a heavy breathing sweaty mess..." He mumbled under his breath, wiping his forehead.

Ignoring what he said Eli walked up and got right in his face.

"I RUN TRACK. There is no way you should have been able to keep up with me as long as you did."

Sidney grind.

"Maybe you're just slow. Should probably hang up the running shoes and trade them in for a walker."

Eli's face was red before from the race, but now it looked like a ripe chili pepper.

"I'LL SHOW YOU SLOW!"

Laughing as he reminisced Sidney was brought back to reality by the windows startup sound. Seeing that the computer was finally done updating he put his drink down and put his password in. As soon as his desktop came on he got to work.

He had managed to make a living off of just commissions alone for a broad range of areas. Using the name Jack the Trader online (An oh so clever play on words of a jack of all trades) he always had a project to work on. While a professional by no means he had a good bit of experience in art, song writing, stories and photography. He offered all these services on a large amount of websites, taking any thing he was given, small and big. The smaller, more personal commissions helped him float between the occasional big commissions from actual companies. His musical writing skills tended to get looked over more than his other talents as most people looked for someone that could compose the whole song rather than just write the lyrics for it, but he did get some musical creators that wanted his help from time to time, mainly those types that hadn't found a label yet or didn't want to find one.

He spent a good three hours finishing up a picture of the all the characters from Team Fortress 2 going at it that someone had commissioned him for from Deviant Art. When he finally finished it he put his little signature in the corner, saved it multiple times (he didn't even want to think about having to do all that work again) and closed the program. Stretching back in his chair until his back popped he looked at the time in the corner of his screen.

"Ten-fifty-three...I guess I'll close up shop for tonight. I'll check the details on the pic again tomorrow and send it to her if there isn't anything I want to change."

Reaching down under his desk he was about to press the P.C.'s power button when a noise from his speakers got his attention. It sounded like some kind of static. Looking up he saw that his monitor was glitching slightly, lines appearing and disappearing at random and blocks of data doing the same.

"The hell?"

Before he could try and see what was happening to his computer he heard his phone going mad in the other room. It sounded like it was switching though all the noises it had programmed into it at random, at varying volume levels as well.

"Seriously, the fuck is going on?!"

Now getting scared he went to retrieve his phone when more noises joined the chorus. In random order anything electrical began to go off. His alarm clock blared, his 3DS seemed to come to life only to fizzle out and smoke, he could hear his microwave going off, and anything with electricity going through it that didn't make some kind of noise was doing whatever it did it's hardest, if it hadn't died like the 3DS.

"Shit, I need to get out of here!"

The cacophony of technology was growing louder as everything started to go more haywire, bigger things started to give out now under the pressure of whatever was happening. Running to the bedroom door Sidney was just opening it when a boom shot though the house, shaking him off his feet onto his back. Some how having managed to stay intact for this long the light bulb in the room that he was now starring at blew out, drenching the room in darkness. Scrambling to his feet his eyes were drawn to the one last source of light in the in the room, his computer screen. It was now truly beyond repair because the screen was flashing so fast with so many different kinds of random data that he knew even if he survived this ordeal that it wouldn't. The speakers were now blaring with the same static, almost screeching.

Not spending anymore time then he should he ran out the ajar door only to stop dead at the sight that waited for him in the living room.

"Oh god..."

Floating there was a white light emitting oval, with cracks around it's edge. It seemed to pulsate as it just stayed there, a hole in nothing that looked to lead to nothing as well. He could hear voices through it.

"Is this supposed to happen?"

"No!"

"But it's so shiny, it's like the greatest disco ball ever!"

"NOT NOW PINKIE!"

"Awwww..."

Before Sidney could even have another thought the light that came from the oval flickered before exploding outward, consuming everything around it.

Sidney was too confused and shocked to even scream, letting the light take him.

Sidney landed hard on the ground.

The first thing that his mind registered was that he felt very hot. The next was that it felt like there were holes in his cloths. The thing that he focused on when he heard it were voices.

"What in tarnation happened Twilight?!" Said some southerner girl if he had to guess.

"O-oh my, he looks like he was burned." This one was much softer, and probably talking about him.

"I-I-I-I just don't know WHAT went wrong!" What ever was happening must have been her fault then. The things he had to say to her.

"That's got'a be hard to admit for an egghead." He couldn't quite tell if this was a young boy or a tomboy.

"That poor mirror, it was such a beautiful piece." Sidney could tell that this one had their priorities straight.

"I can fix it, I always keep glue nearby for emergency just like this!" While he still had very little clue to what was going on he was pretty sure that glue wouldn't help a broken mirror.

Opening his eyes Sidney was greeted to the site of a blue ceiling. Sitting up the first substantial thing he saw was a busted out vanity mirror base with a bunch of techno looking bits attached to it. He could also see some of his stuff thrown about randomly on the floor.

"Um, excuse me, but are you hurt by any chance? If you don't mind me asking."

Turning his head towards the soft voice his reply died on his tongue at what he saw. A yellow pony with wings staring at him worriedly with huge soulful eyes. Behind it were more colorful equines that were now looking at him as well with a number of different expressions. There was another winged pony that was making use of it's appendages and floating in the air as it stared at him, eyes half lidded in boredom. Next to her on the ground was a pink pony that was trying to bounce in excitement towards him, but was stuck to the ground with glue from a glue bottle that was somehow stuck in her hair. To her left was a white pony with a horn looking at him just as worriedly as the yellow one. To the white ones right was a purple pony that had both wings and a horn, looking as though she was on the verge of a full blown panic attack. The last one of the group was fairly normal looking orange pony wearing a cowboy hat, looking at him as if she were having just as much of a hard time as him figuring things out at the moment.

"Guh."

Fluttershy wasn't sure if that was a reply or a sound of surprise that came out of the agape human, but she didn't have to think about it long as he passed out immediately after.