Trixie: Real
She plopped down on the couch, opened her can of soda, and drank away. The fizzy liquid bubbled in her throat and was chased down by another swig. The T.V. blared, playing colorful light under the young woman's face.
Her poor surroundings didn't matter to her. She at least was able to afford a home; she didn't care about the damp, naked walls, dirty floors, or ripped-up couch. It was all she had.
However, she was able to fix up every now and then, thanks to her visits to Equestria. The one visit, anyway. And that hadn't gone right at all. She sighed. At least she had become a unicorn. But was that even a good thing?
Unicorns were the brains of the pony world. The young woman was an all-around type, not good at anything, really. It was even chance she had become a unicorn. Plus, she guessed that her weak powers had originated from the fact she was truly a human. Or she was too lazy to study. Though she doubted that.
Maybe she could take another trip to Equestria. Maybe she would end up in Manehatten this time. Somewhere that nopony had heard of her faults.
She whipped two potions out of her pocket. One was for supplies, and the other was for transportation. The young woman didn't need a transformation potion, since that was packaged with the trip. Quickly, she whisked them down.
She was on her way.
