Authors notes: Hello there everypony! (my friend is gonna hate me for the use of that word.) This is my first time trying to write a fanfic so i would like to recieve criteria the good,the bad and the ugly.
Chapter 1 The awkward scene where he gets introduced
It was 6 o'clock in the morning almost everyone was still asleep, but this peaceful morning was about to be rudely interrupted by an alarm clock.
Right...about ….now!
"BEEP BEEP"
The aforementioned alarm clock went off waking the figure that was sleeping in his bed dreaming about velociraptors that could shoot rainbows out of their eyes. But as this was the dreaming phase of sleeping, the beeps of the alarm clock came crashing in. He was just about to discuss the meaning of life with philosoraptor when suddenly a giant Whale came flying in, making the Beeping noises of the Alarm clock and scaring off the raptors. The figure in bed woke up.
He pushed the top of his blanket away so he could see the clock. A light groan escaped from his mouth when he saw the time. He tried to push the button but seen as there is a walking space between the two he wasn't able to reach it. Not accepting the fact that he couldn't reach the clock without getting out of his bed he started twisting and moving his body.
Now he was close enough to touch the power cord of the clock and decided he would pull the cord. The clock was almost in arm's reach now so he decided that one last pull would get it close enough.
As he pulled the cord the clock came closer, a bit to close and it fell over the edge.
With a sudden burst of Adrenaline the figure lashed out with both his arms to try and catch the clock. Lucky for him the clock was quite a big, but surprisingly light thing so he managed to catch it easily. He then pressed the snooze button relieving his ears from the beeping that woke him up so early.
"Well clock" he muttered "you did your job, there is no way i can snooze now." Still holding the clock he got out of his bed and put the clock on his bureau.
When the clock was placed on the bureau he walked over to his closet and went browsing through his available clothing. He decided on a hooded sweatshirt with symbols that only those that were initiated into the brony fandom would know.
Isn't it a weird thing? The second a new My little pony: Friendship is Magic episode is aired thousands of full grown men are glued to the TV-screen. He was one of them, after being introduced to the show by one of his friends because they would play as a pony in a game, he became completely hooked to the show. This was about 6 months ago and as time went by he became more engrossed with the fandom. Reaching the point of where he is now where he reads fanfictions (only the good (Through the eyes of another pony) and or the funny (the spiderses) ones, he visits Equastriadaily daily and he owns some pony merch. The previous times he became this interested into something were with Lord of the Rings and Doctor Who.
Finally fully clothed he walked back to his Bureau to get the necessary stuff that he needed today for school. Like the most teenagers it was not as organized as it should have been for his own health, as soon as he grabbed a book from the bottom of a pile, everything in the pile came crashing down. "Bookalanche" he shouted out in his mind. As funny as this pun may have been for him, reality quickly came with an arrow
in the knee, to be more exact a geography book on his toes, forcing out a grunt from him.
Fearing the worst he grabbed his geography book and moved it away so his toes were in full view. As the book that flattened the toes was at least 10 inches he was lucky his toes survived like they did. The big toe was damaged and was bleeding slightly but all the other toes came out free. While muttering that this would make his PE so much better he put the book back on the table. Knowing what would happen now when you are to hasty he carefully grabbed the other books he needed, avoiding any means of possible danger. When he was done he grabbed his black All Star backpack and went to the door. Before he left his room he took a last glance over his room as he had a feeling he would be unable to do so very soon, and he knew that he was missing something. After standing there for a minute he dismissed his premonition as some crazy idea and decided that his mp3 player would be in his coat pocket.
As he went downstairs into the kitchen he bumped into his little brother: Matthaios.
Matthaios has one of the shortest tempers ever, but if you managed to not get him angry he was a very adorable little brother albeit a bit stubborn. And as he got bumped into he had to make a remark to this.
"Oh it's just you, you ancient brother i really thought a mummy had me this time!."
One would think he would be a bit nicer as a little brother, but he was being nice, as this was not an insult but a joke. This joke just happened to create itself after it was mentioned that he would study History, and Matthaios happens to like this joke a lot as he himself despises History.
After Matthaios received a noogie to his head they walked into the kitchen where their breakfast was waiting for them. After they each grabbed their respective breakfast they walked into the living room.
"Come on Lars, are you sure you want to wear that?" was heard from the room. Lars turned around while Matthaios sat down, behind him stood his father. "It has butterfly's and balloons, why would you wear something like that?" he continued "it doesn't make any sense!"
"The balloons are supposed to make no sense at all, if you want logic i advise you to look at this." Lars pointed to a purple/pinkish star on his chest. As his father had a confused look in his eyes, Lars just chuckled at the knowledge that he probably won't get it. As his father turned away to get some coffee Lars sat down on the nearest chair and began eating his cheese sandwich.
When all the food was eating Lars brushed his hair, having hair as long as him isn't easy.
To give a picture of how long his hair was Lars himself is about 6'4 feet and his hair comes about halfway his back. The hair managed to grow this long as Lars hasn't gone to the barber for a very long time and of course that he quite likes his ponytail. In fact you could even say that he was proud of his hair.
As Lars was brushing his hair the thought of him as a viking popped up in his head. He is about the right lenght and if you braided part of his hair he could clearly pass off as one as he also had blue eyes.
Despite his giggling at the begin of his thought the braiding part just sent shivers down his spine.
As the brushing was done he looked around seeing how far his younger brothers were in preparation of going to school. Seeing that they were done he put on his coat and shoes and walked out of the door.
Meanwhile in another dimension.
A cloaked figure was approaching an age old contraption. Despite the age, the contraption was still in pristine condition as there were no signs of rust or other deficits. As the cloaked figure moved closer, the contraption began humming a low sound and not shortly after that, the light in the room began flickering as the machine began demanding more power.
"It's beauty never faded over the ages" the figure chuckled "just like me".
In the middle of the room in front of the machine there was a pedestal on which one could put his hand.
The size of the pedestal would make it easy to use for bipedal creatures like the cloaked figure, as he walked over there he snickered on the thought of princess Celestia trying to use this while standing on her back legs.
As he put his claw on the pedestal a sharp pain forced itself into his head, the machine began absorbing all the available power the cloaked figure would allow. The machine began glowing and the pulsating light that now surrounded the machine took on a green colour.
But just as soon as it started it ended, leaving the machine bathed in a pulsating green magical light.
"I hope you like chaos human!" and he disappeared in a cloud of smoke and villainous laughter.
Authors Notes:
Did i make too many meme jokes?
I will probably go first person in the next chapter.