Chapter 1- New Beginnings
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(Mikhail's POV)
Today was Saturday. Usually, I would get up from my bed and start watching some random show on TV, but today was different. Today at around 6AM, my smartphone rang. Slightly annoyed, I answered the phone, it was Andrew, my best friend.
"Hey, what's up, man? Something tells me it's urgent since you called real early." I yawned to him.
"I need you to come over, right now." He said sternly, almost like he was ordering me to. I've never heard him this way before.
"Calm down, man, I'm coming right now." I responded. He hanged up, leaving me confused. Then I heard my phone beep, which meant I had a text message. It was from Andrew. Being curious, I read the message; it read 'Bring your keyboard and your keytar.' "Well, I guess he wants to have a jam session with me," I said to myself.
I into my bathroom which was adjacent to my bedroom. I had a two-story house all to myself, which was pretty lonely. I had friends come over sometimes, but I still felt empty. I pretty much had everything a 22-year old man would die for, except for a relationship with someone. Because of my studies and time practicing piano, I was always preoccupied. My life was pretty much eat, sleep, study, and practice. But ever since, I graduated from college, I had much more time for myself. I usually took the time to watch TV or read a book, but I was strangely addicted to My Little Pony, which I always watched on the Hub ever since Andrew introduced me to it.
I took a 5-minute shower, which made me feel much better and less tense. I dried myself off and looked into my mirror. I was 22 year-old Russian Caucasian who was 6'2" with somewhat long black hair with dark brown eyes. For someone who rarely did anything else other than study and practice, I was pretty muscular. I walked back into my room and changed into some nice clothes. I wore a black polo with black jeans with black shoes, yeah, I like black.
I went downstairs and packed my black Korg OASYS and my red keytar, which was pretty much a keyboard, guitar hybrid. I also grabbed a bag of weapons, since Andrew loves to go to the firing range that's a few miles away after we finish a jam session. I had my Magpul Masada and my prized .44 Magnum and more than enough ammo for each weapon inside my bag. I brought my things into the garage, where I put everything into the back of my car. I had a standard black Toyota Corolla, it's not special, but I like it anyhow. I then went into the kitchen to grab a quick snack, I got a slice of bread and smothered it with jelly. I quickly ate it and then made sure everything in my house was okay so I can leave. I then went inside my Corolla and ignited the engine, I opened the garage door via car keys and drove outside, quickly remembering to close the garage door.
I drove for about 10 minutes until I reached Andrew's house. I parked on his driveway, knowing that he won't mind. I opened my door, and calmly walked to his front door. I rung his doorbell, waiting for an answer. He opened the door, guitar slung behind his back. Andrew was the same age as me. He was British but had a Malaysian ancestry. He was tan, had black hair, dark brown eyes, and was the same height as me. He wasn't muscular as much but wasn't overweight either. He was wearing a Rolling Stones T-shirt and black jeans.
"Hey Andrew" I said to him.
"Hey, so you brought your stuff?" he asked.
"Of course I did, It's in the back of my car. Just give me a sec'" I replied. We went back to my car and brought out my Korg and my keytar. He helped me get my things inside and we moved my things to his little studio room. I set up my things, plug whatever was needed to plug and turned on my keyboard. Then I remembered how he was somewhat aggressive on the phone.
"That reminds me, why did you talk so aggressively on the phone earlier?" I asked him.
"Oh that, it's nothing" Andrew replied. From the tone of his voice, I knew something was bothering him.
"Something bothering you?" I asked.
"No, other than the fact that you're asking so many questions," He chuckled,"It was 6AM, why wouldn't I be grumpy?"
"Oh sorry I asked then" I said solemnly.
"It's fine, life goes on anyhow, right?" He exclaimed trying to change the mood. After an awkward silence we started our jam session. Feeling a bit nostalgic, we started to play "I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire" by the Ink Spots, yeah, we had a BIG influence from our grandparents. Andrew started on his black Fender Stratocaster and I begun to sing. (/watch?v=k7AZIvDD5Lw)
I don't want to set the world on fire
I just want to start a flame in your heart
In my heart I have but one desire
And that one is you
No other will do
I've lost all ambition for worldly acclaim
I just want to be the one you love
And with your admission that you feel the same
I'll have reached the goal I'm dreaming of
Believe me
I don't want to set the world on fire
I just want to start a flame in your heart
We ended the song with a few solos here and there. Nodding in approval, we thought about what song to play next. So I plugged my MP3 to his sound board. I picked one of my favorite songs. What I ended up looking for was a couple of Tears for Fears songs and Whitesnake songs. 'Man, I have such old tastes' I thought to myself. I picked "Here I go Again" by Whitesnake. Andrew nodded in approval and started to sing. (/watch?v=i3MXiTeH_Pg)
No, I don't know where I'm going
But, I sure know where I've been
Hanging on the promises
In songs of yesterday
An' I've made up my mind,
I ain't wasting no more time
Here I go again
Here I go again
Tho' I keep searching for an answer,
I never seem to find what I'm looking for
Oh Lord, I pray
You give me strength to carry on,
'Cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams
I then joined him in the chorus, singing the harmony. At this point, I played my keytar with the song, feeling the passion the song can give someone. Andrew does the same thing and started playing the guitar part. 'Man, I love this song' I though with a smile on my face.
An' here I go again on my own
Goin' down the only road I've ever known,
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
An' I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time
I'm just another heart in need of rescue,
Waiting on love's sweet charity
An' I'm gonna hold on
For the rest of my days,
'Cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams
An' here I go again on my own
Goin' down the only road I've ever known,
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
An' I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time
But, here I go again,
Here I go again,
Here I go again,
Here I go
He ended the song with a killer solo which gave me goosebumps. Ever since I met him in 6th grade, he played guitar with a passion I could feel. I saw him progress in music, learning pretty much, everything there is to music. Coming from me, a musical prodigy, he was amazing. After his solo, I clapped in approval and gave him a high five. We were both exhausted. He eventually caught his breath and went to the kitchen to grab two bottles of water. After relaxing for a bit, we went to his living room to watch some TV. It was around 9:50 AM, so I did what a brony with a TV remote would do, tune into the Hub's channel.
"It's been a while since I've seen this show" I told him.
"Same here, so do you want to go to the firing range soon?" He asked.
"After the show, I guess" I responded. I remember the day Andrew introduced me to MLP. It was a Saturday and I was at his house. He asked me if I wanted to see something cool and unbelievable. Curiosity getting the best of me, I nodded and he showed me his computer. What I saw was a bunch of colorful horses. I asked him what the hell he was showing me. He replied saying that it was a show that was pretty good. He showed me a couple of episodes and I instantly became addicted to it. 'I will never forget that day' I thought to myself.
After the show was done, he went into his secret basement where he grabbed his M16A4, SPAZ-12, and his most prized gun, the Desert Eagle. He grabbed more than enough ammo, which took up half of his bag.
"Ready to go?" he asked. I was still on the couch thinking. I shook my head.
"Gotta get my keyboard. Oh and can I borrow one of your guitars?" I asked.
"Of course. Just don't rape it oh Master of Music" He joked. I rolled my eyes and chuckled. I packed everything up and went outside.
"Let's use my car," I told him. Knowing that he won't win the argument, he nodded in defeat. I opened the back of my car so he can drop everything inside. I placed my instruments in the passanger seats since there was no more space in the back. I started my car and we started to head to the firing range. The speed limit was around 40 so I kept my car at around 36 MPH. We were a block away from the firing range. The only thing between us and the firing range was a 4-way trafficlight. Though the signal was at yellow, I knew that if I went faster, I could outrun the signal. But I was wrong. Once we almost passed the trafficlights, an SUV trying to turn crashed into us, which sent us spinning towards a house. Then, I saw nothing but black.
"Am I dead?" I questioned myself.
"No, my child." A voice replied.
"Wait, so you can hear me?" I asked, "Where am I?"
"Well to start off, you and your friend got into a severe car crash that instantly killed both of you." The voice replied, "Knowing this would happen and that both of you have clear and innocent minds, I will send you somewhere where you dream of, more or less."
"Cool, where is it?" I asked.
"Some dimension called Equestria." The voice replied.
"Will Andrew come with me?" I asked yet again.
"Of course," the voice said with a chuckle, "You will also have your items that you have brought in your car with you."
"Wow, thanks alot!" I said happily. He chuckled once again. "But when will I get there?"
"Right now." The voice then vanished and I saw a bright light. I found myself on the ground next to a stallion next to me. He was a brown pegasus with a dark brown mane. He had a cutie mark that showed two guitars that were arranged into a cross with a lightning bolt in the middle. I was first puzzled, but then I looked for a water source. I got up and realized I was a stallion as well. I freaked out, with a mixture of fear and excitement. I found a nearby puddle and looked into it. I was a blue unicorn with a black mane. I had dark brown eyes as well. Then I turned to see my... er... flank and saw that my cutie mark was a black treble clef. I went back to where I was dropped into this world and saw everything that was in my car; my Korg, keytar, the borrowed guitar, and the bags filled with weapons. Andrew began to wake up and opened his eyes. He had black eyes if you're asking.
"Where the hell are we?" He asked.
"Well, Toyota fucked us again," I told him chuckling.
"So where are we?" He asked, but much more sternly.
"By the looks of it," I told him, "We are in the Everfree Forest"
"Holy shit, really?" He exclaimed and I swear I heard his voice crack.
"Eeyup." I told him, "Let's see if we can find Ponyville. Oh and keep your knowledge about everything to yourself, no one needs to know that they are portrayed as a kid's show in our world" He nodded and he grabbed the bags of weapons. I brought everything else on my back, surprised that I can take so much weight. We headed at a random direction and found ourselves in the outskirts of Ponyville. I saw that nopony was around. 'Strange' I thought. So we eventually found ourselves at a field filled with apples. Not caring to eat since I had just survived death, I continued walking. Then I heard a mare yell at our direction.
"Hey! What do ya'll think you're doing in mah farm?!" I heard the voice yell. From what I can tell from the voice, I recognized it as Applejack's.
"Crap!" I exclaimed to Andrew, "We gotta run!"
"Wait, maybe she can help us." He replied. But after the orange mare was close enough, she bucked Andrew in the face, knocking him out.
"Dammit!" I exclaimed. With no time to retaliate, I threw Andrew on my back and started galloping towards the town. I just kept galloping away until I found my self near a small cottage near the outskirts of the town. Realizing that this is Fluttershy's cottage, I knocked on the door but then blacked out from exhaustion.
Crap.
A/N What is up everyone? I am starting this new story because it has been bothering me for weeks. I accept anykind of criticism, so go ahead, tell me how I can improve or tell me if I'm good or that I suck. This is, a rated M story for language and violence. There may be some possible clopping but that is up to my co-author, Ace! A/N