Come at me CU

Plans against Celestia

"Man, I hate walking home in the dark, I cant see anything and there are fucking weirdoes everywhere." It had been a pretty long day, doing what you normally do every day you don't have off. Today you decided to walk home. It was the middle of winter so the dark came early. All you wanted to do was reach the comfortable warmth of your room and start writing a new fanfic you were brainstorming named 'Plans against Celestia'.

The path you walked along was completely desolate. The only sound audible was the rustling of the leaves, the trees on either side of your path made you feel paranoid. There could be people hiding in there, watching, waiting… but that was just stupid. No one had ever been murdered or kidnapped from these parts. It was fine.

You keep telling yourself as you walk along that nothing is there. To take your mind off your fears, you start reciting lines out-loud from your fan fiction trying to think of some important key moments and what the characters would say. You go over multiple plot details you have planned out in your head. "Today is the day we begin the downfall of Celestia. Her reign of tyranny will be stopped before dusk comes!" You say aloud, paranoia keeping you from being too loud. "Come on, there isn't anyone around here. I'm fine…" you say, but you don't feel any better.

*Rustle, crack* Sounds come from behind you, you stop and look around, but the darkness prevents you from making anything out. You are certain there are no shadowy figures, no monsters or anything, it's all in your head. In the silence of the night, you decide you're safe, but just as you start walking the rustling follows you. You pick your pace up to a brisker walk, but the rustling continues anyway. It follows your speed and gets faster. You freeze in place again and listen. The rustling is slow to react to your stop. You try to focus on what it is, and hear… whispers…? They sound female, THEY sound female, there's more than one! Panic takes control of your body, there is someone following! Without thinking you turn and sprint down the path.

"It's runnin' away!" A female voice says in surprise. The accent sounds very Southern. Another voice shouts in a commanding tone, "Stop traitor!" It sounds a bit more normal, but still female. "He aint slowin' Twi!" The Southern one says. "I got this one girls!" A third voice tells its friends, it sounds less feminine, but still not male. "Hey! Stop where you are!" It shouts, you aren't sure if they are talking to you, you had done nothing wrong.

"My magic is having no effect on it, I think it's immune to magic." The normal female voice says. "Rainbow, you have to bring it down, before it gets away!"

"Easy," The less feminine voice says. Are they referring to you? It seems like it but- *SMACK* you are slammed onto the ground by an immense force. Turning over, your arms are pinned down by two… feet? No, they aren't feet, you can't feel the rubber of a shoe's sole. It also doesn't feel like skin. you can't make the captor out, until your eyes adjust. you look at what is pinning you. Cyan in colour, they look like… hooves? Wouldn't that make your captor a horse of some kind? …no… a pony… more specifically,

"Nice work Rainbow Dash." The country voice compliments Rainbow Dash, that's who is pinning you down. Your memory jogs, the country voice is Applejack, and the other is Twilight. Now, another question was raised, what do they want with you? You decide to ask them yourself.

"What do you want with me?!" You yell, struggling to get free.

"We know all about your plans against princess Celestia, human!" Twilight says, coming into view. "You'll be brought back to Canterlot castle for a trial."

"What are you talking about?!" You shout innocently, "I have no plans for anything of the sort. I-" you shut up when something was tied around your mouth. It's a rope, tied tightly to prevent you from talking.

"We'll hear it all back at the castle. Let's go." Twilight says, a violent aura lights up a large sphere in the surrounding area, presumably from Twilight's horn.

You don't know what happens, but you awake in a cell of some kind.

"Oh what the fuck is going on?" You say to yourself, infinitely confused by this change of scenery. There is a small window in the cell, about the size of your head and it's barred so you can't fit through. That doesn't matter however; as you look through the window you become nauseated by vertigo. There is a long, long drop down. A small moat is the only thing to break your fall if you are to escape, and there is no telling how deep it is. The reality of the situation starts to arise. You are trapped, a prisoner, and you have no idea where you are or what you have done. The cell is fairly small, the walls made of concrete which is slightly chipped and damaged everywhere. A small bucket is your toilet, and a small wooden frame with a dirty mattress is your bed. There is also a table with a bowl on it. The bowl contains two apples and some… hay? You aren't really sure what the hay is for, but the food has obviously been left for you. It doesn't seem dirty or damaged, unlike everything else in the room. In fact, you can't help but note how it seems too perfect, it is shiny, almost like a cartoon.

"I'm dreaming." You say aloud to yourself, grabbing an apple from the bowl. It feels smooth to touch, and quite cool, indicating it is fresh. "What a waste of a dream, being stuck in a cell…" You bite the apple, the sweetness tingles your cheeks, almost painfully. The apple is juicy and full of flavour, the taste catches you by surprise and you choke on the apple in your mouth. You rush over to the window and cough up what is lodged in your throat. Panting from the lack of air, you look into the distance. For a jail cell the view is stunning, the field below seems to drop like a cliff edge, leaving nothing but pure blue sky. The field below has patches of colour dotted around from flowers, purple, red, yellow, every colour of the rainbow. "This dream sucks…" You say to yourself, taking a step back from the window you stick your foot into your 'toilet', painfully twisting your ankle you fall backwards and smack the back of your head on the table. You lay there, dazed, trying to comprehend what just happened.

"Prisoner! Get up!" Someone yells at you from behind, you find it hard to understand them as your ears are ringing. You can barely make anything out as the daze has affected your sight as well. Carefully, you stumble to your feet, using the table to balance. The thing talking to you seems to be some kind of white and yellow blob.

"S-sorry, did someone say something?" you groan, trying to focus on the blob.

"Cease staring at me, traitor. The time has come to present you in front of the princesses." He commands. This figure is definitely male, he sounds somewhat impatient with you.

"Agh, my head is fucking killing me…" You say again. "Wait a second… I feel pain! This isn't a dream!?" The realisation hits you like a table to the back of the head. The shaking up of this causes your heart to race, flowing blood back to your brain. Your hearing becomes clearer and your vision corrects itself. "O-oh my god…" you stare open mouthed at the now cleared up blob. To your total dismay, it's a pony. A unicorn, to be more precise. It is a white pony wearing golden armour which covers its blue mane and tail.

"Ugh, you can't be in front of the princesses in this state. I'm going to have to check you into the infirmary." The pony groans. You don't pay attention though, frozen by how shocked you are, you have woken up in a fictional world, that isn't possible, is it? You are dragged along by this guard, he's only a little shorter than you even though he is standing on all fours.

*TIME SKIP*

"What's wrong with him?" A female pony dressed in a nurse's outfit asks the guard who dragged you here.

"I don't know, I think he hit his head or something." The guard tells her. You're still in too much shock to form a sentence, you tried a few times on the way here but to no avail. Just a few non coherent slurs are the best attempts you can make.

"Oh dear, okay, lie down here sir." You think she's talking to you, she wraps a hoof around your arm and gently encourages you towards the bed. You slowly nod and climb on, laying on your back. The bed is wheeled to a more private room of the infirmary and set against a wall.

"W… wha- ar- wha…" You try to ask the simple question of "What are you doing?" but all that comes out is a few stutters.

"Try to calm down before you speak, I can't understand a word you're saying." The female pony says to you.

"Anyway, can you find out what's wrong with him? The princesses will be speaking to him soon, I can't present him to them in this state." The guard asks impatiently, staring down at you.

"I cannot say for certain. There is no way I can study him, the anatomy of his body is… well… he isn't a pony." The female voice replies to the guard. He huffs in response. "Where did you think he hit his head?"

"He was lying with the back of his head against the table in his cell." A hoof turns your head to the side roughly, jolting your headache a bit. A gentler hoof is placed on your head and the other releases its touch.

"Be gentle, he's in bad shape." The female scolds the guard. "Ah, yes. There's a bit of blood and quite a lump. I think the meeting with the princesses might have to be re-scheduled, he is showing signs of a concussion."

"Ugh… the princesses won't be happy with this." you hear the sound of hooves exiting the room.

"You feeling any better now? Try and say something." She asks softly, leaning over your bed. You look into her eyes, she makes you feel a bit more comfortable then the guard did.

"Who… wh-who are you?" You successfully stutter out.

"Ah, you can speak equestrian, good. My name is Nurse Bluecross. In case you're wondering, you're currently in the infirmary of Canterlot castle." She replies with a smile, happy to see you getting better. She is a peach coloured pony, her mane is dark blue and curly in style with a matching tail.

"Equestrian… Canterlot?!" Memories come flooding back to you, you're in Equestria. The other night, you were ambushed by some ponies… you can't remember who they were currently, but there was definitely three of them.

"Of course, you aren't from this world, I was told. Hm… I wonder… would you be willing to volunteer for a spell I've been developing? It's a more advanced version of a headache curing spell, and I can see you have quite the headache." She playfully bumps a hoof on your head, pain shoots through your brain and nearly implodes your skull, you yelp out loud. "Oh dear, I'm ever so sorry!" She panics.

"It's…okay." You lie to her, seeing she's worried about you. "Um… sorry, did you say… spells, as in… magic!?"

"Yes, sorry do you not have that back where you come from?" She asks, tilting her head in confusion, you carefully shake your head in response. "How peculiar… anyway, would you like me to try the spell?" Her horn glows a light blue, dazzling you a bit and hurting your head. "I promise it won't hurt." she looks really enthusiastic about this, her eyes wide in anticipation of your answer.

"Uh… s-sure, okay…" You give in. hoping you didn't just sign your fate.

"Oh, excellent," She squeals excitedly. "Nopony has ever let me test this on them, hold still please." You do as she says and her horn presses against the top of your head. You suddenly realise what she just said, but it's too late. There's a bright flash, followed by silence.