Author's Note: Hey guys! I just want to point something out before I being this tale. I don't own Hasbro, the Hub, or any of their affiliates. Also, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING! Big shock, but here's a little outline. Our character will begin as a sarcastic little jerk and, depending future circumstance and feelings, may warm up to the ponies. Heck, I've got several thing planned for this story. I may also go episode-by-episode. But that'll be a VERY long time, and I may run out of sarcasm. Either that, or just voter-choice episodes. I might just use an original plotline, rather than use the show. Anywho, let's get this apex of sin started!
"You have GOT to be kidding me." The Blond-haired teenager said to the young red-head sitting on a nondescript gray couch in front of a mid-sized TV with a bowl of Frosted Flakes in her lap.
"Oh come on." The 6-year-old said to her elder. "I got up first, so I get to watch what I want to watch." She said with a hint of smugness in her voice. Victory was sweet when you were denied it at every turn.
The young man groaned a little and sat down next to his sister with arms crossed. "Any idea what you're going to watch?" He asked. She nodded to him and snatched up the remote control.
The TV turned on with a flash of white light and a whining noise, as per the usual. The channel number was entered so fast that the boy was unable to see it. In another lightning-quick flash of light, My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic, was playing onscreen.
The only reaction that her choice received was a second groan. He figured if he could outlive his sibling's attention span, he could watch something more mature. After 30 seconds of the post-theme song show, the young man couldn't take it anymore.
The pale blond boy walked behind the TV set and prepared to yank out the power cord. Just as he set his fingers on the solid red and black-corded cable, he felt light. As if the floor had dropped out from under him.
He was enveloped by warm, white light, and the floating sensation stopped. He was standing on a white tile floor. There was a silhouette in front of him. It was a large, resplendent figure with wide wings of white. It was an angel. No, it was a horse.
His expression visibly depressed. "I die unplugging a power cord, and all they send me is a horse?" Was his greeting to the horse-angel. The figure sharpened, and it grew a face. As well as a flowing multi-colored mane. It was a kind and understanding face with a very sharp horn at its end.
It spoke, with a light, caring voice that spoke of happier days. "I am Princess Celestia. I've brought you here to talk.
"A horse. A horse wants to talk to a dead man. A PRINCESS horse want to talk to a dead man. Why do they never just tell me when I'm in hell?" The incredulous teenager asked with a look of irritation
The unicorn got an annoyed look, but quickly hid it behind the mask of a smile. "You're not dead. And you're sarcastic and anti-social tendencies are exactly what I want to talk about."
He simply gave her a dumbfounded look. Then, after taking a moment to absorb that information, he looked at her with his left eyebrow raised saying, "Okay. An Alicorn wants to talk to me about my sarcasm and anti-social tendencies. What's the matter? You don't have anything more important than talking to a fifteen-year-old boy? No… Y'know, royal duties, such as taxes, construction, education, and any number of things."
The Princess dropped all pretense and gave him her best serious glare. "Allow me to explain. We've observed you from afar and decided to-"She magically picked him up and opened the floor beneath his feet before waiting for him to shut his mouth. "Thank you. We decided you weren't acting you age, and you needed good friends to influence you. Therefore, you're going to… visit Equestria and make a few friends. Then, when you've learned the value of friendship, you can go."
She released him and allowed him to set his feet on the now-closed floor. She did not however, allow him to speak. She knew his type. He would make comment after comment until she got so frustrated she gave up. Her horn began to glow as she cast a spell.
He began to protest, "Oh no you don't you-"He launched himself forward, but was encased by the same light and his vision began to fade to midnight black.
He sat bolt upright screaming "BITCH!" He took a moment to look at his surroundings. He was in a forest. It was daytime, but it was unnaturally dark. It was as if the sunlight gave up halfway through penetrating the tree's branches. He was lying next to a path. He pulled himself up and dusted off.
"Well, at least I'm outta Whitewashed Hell. Or Purgatory. Whatever the hell that was. But where does this Princess chick get off sending me to a fictional place?" The rather annoyed young man whined to nobody in particular
He decided it would be a good idea to stop talking to himself and to explore a little. Following the horrible little dirt road seemed like a good idea.
"Follow the path and life will… I dunno, fix itself?" He said completely forgetting his earlier resolution. He soon left the forest and found himself wandering into a town in the distance. After closing the distance between them, he noticed nobody was around.
"Godammit!" He yelled at the buildings, "This had better not be some apocalypse crap!" Suddenly, he saw a flash of movement ahead. The yellow blur disappeared behind the shutter of a window.
He charged heedlessly towards the building, a determined look on his young face. He arrived at a small, earth cottage. He slowed to a halt as he reached the door. He slowly and ominously opened the door. Effect was important as well as first impressions.
He saw a small pony cowering in the middle of the floor, surrounded by animals. As he opened his mouth to ask if anybody was there, the animals scattered, leaving the whimpering pony alone.
He slowly walked up to it. It seemed feminine, so he decided he would call it a her. It was a full minute before he reached the creature. In a sudden flash of uncharacteristic caring, he knelt down next to it and tried to comfort it.
"Hey there," He cooed gently into its ear, "Just calm down. I'm just a guy. Who're you?"
"Fluttershy" Was the response. He heard it speak well and clear. His jaw dropped low, unable to understand what was happening.
"You're a horse. A horse is talking to me. I am talking back."He stood, forgetting his earlier attempts at normality. "So, if you can talk, can you tell me where I am?" He asked, trying not to be an ass to the first… creature he had met. She might be the only. Looking closer, he noticed it had a pright pink mane, and three butterflies on its flank.
"Equestria" It responded. "Please don't hurt me." It said, panic lacing its voice. He gave a look of complete and total confusion.
"Now why would I do that?" He asked, trying not to sound harsh, it seemed to be a reclusive and sensitive pony-thing. He didn't want to drive away his only potential source of information. After a moment of silence he asked, "Can you at least help me?"
"I don't think I can help you with that. Ask somepony else. I'm not outgoing." The yellow and pink pony told him.
"Fine. I can take a hint." He said, clearly agitated at the shy pony's reluctance. He skulked back to his forest with his own personal raincloud following him all the way.
As he neared the sizable ditch he had landed in when he first arrived, he felt a strange, peculiar tingle in the back of his head. He'd had these often. It meant he needed to sit down and think. It was an odd urge indeed, but a powerful one nonetheless.
However, it was getting dark, and he had no idea where to go from here. Foregoing sleep, he sat down at the edge of the forest, one knee straight up with his arm hanging off the kneecap, while the other was almost completely parallel to the ground. He looked up at the stars. Night was his favorite time. He knew that if he wasn't programmed to sleep at night, he would admire the stars and the sky, all night, every night.
He looked up at the bright, larger-than-he-was-used-to moon. He saw a horse's head in the moon. Now wasn't that odd. He felt like tonight he would voice his thoughts. As he stared up at the night sky, he said to himself, "I love the night, why is it that it's never respected?"
"I agree." An odd voice said from somewhere, the trees carrying the voice, making it impossible to tell its source.
"What the? Who are you? Where are you?" He asked, incredulous that his ramblings coaxed a response from this thing.
"You are like me, you enjoy the night. Come, find me, and seek your reward." It said, a certain allure to its voice.
He thought a moment, shrugged, and followed the path deeper into the forest. The voice told him to keep following the path, and no harm would come to him. And so he did. He came across a manticore, (sleeping, thankfully), a wide, flowing river, to which he was offered passage by a happy sea serpent, and a rickety, yet intact bridge.
Eventually, he came across an old stone fort; however it was ruined and fractured, like it was part of a castle in the middle ages. Yet there were no other buildings. He walked inside, into what appeared to be a large antechamber. The room was empty, but it felt as if there was somebody there, watching him. He continued to explore, walking as far as the opposite end. As he reached the center of the circular end of the room, the voice beckoned to him for a final time.
"I am strongest here. Please, accept you reward." Suddenly purple, transparent, ropes lashed around his wrists and ankles, and then yanked themselves up, hoisting him into the air as well. "Please," The voice echoed in the same enticing tone, "Stay here until I may come for you, and then, you shall be my servant in the eternal night."
"Great. Didn't Mom and Dad tell me not to talk to strangers?" He asked himself in a harsh, sharp whisper. He spoke audibly now, "I'm fifteen for Christ's sake. I shouldn't be this stupid. Anyhow echo-ey voice lady, at least I'm assuming from the sound of your voice you're female, do I have a choice."
"Well, you can become a plebian like the rest." It said with a light tone in her voice.
"Then that'd be 'kiss my ass'." He said, finally realizing the inconvenience of his current predicament. "Fine, I'll stay." The ropes suddenly dropped and the teen collided with a resounding thud onto the cold hard floor.
"Very well, I suppose introductions are in order. I am Nightmare Moon. But you, my faithful frie-" She quickly corrected herself, "servant. You may call me Nightmare. Nopony appreciates my lovely night, but you do, and for that you will be rewarded. I will allow you to roam."
"Well, at least I'm on the winning side. When can I see my glorious leader?" He asked, shouting at the ceiling, unable to discern the source of Nightmare's voice.
"In a few short hours, at the time of the Summer Sun Celebration, I will make my appearance. I will then head here. If anypony comes here besides me, you will assist me, correct?"
"Sure," The young man replied, hoping cooperation would earn him answers. "I love the night. I can't say an eternal one is the worst that could happen to others."
Author's note: Yeah it's not the best, but it'll heat up. I have many different variations for this story, and I have to say an OC/Luna romance seems the most appealing. And while he doesn't seem to fit the described character, he'll be a sarcastic anti-social jerk to everybody until he warms up to them.