The Dreamer

Chapter 1: A New World

Oscar Clairmont was a lazy, underachieving 10th year. He spent half an hour on the train to and from school, and another half hour walking between stations and home. The time in between was at school, and almost all of that time was spent daydreaming. Normally it would just be stupid little things, like imaginary fights on the teachers chalkboards, with tanks and stick figures fighting across the battlefield of words. Other times he would just see lights, explosions and other things that weren't really there. His teachers didn't really like him, and the people he hung around didn't really consider him much of a friend because he never said anything, never went anywhere with them, and never played any games.
One day, however, as Oscar got home and put his bag on the room of his floor, he tripped. On the way down he hit his head on the desk and got knocked unconscious.

As Oscar awoke, he could hear muffled voices and a bright light. He forced open his eyes, but his vision was hazy and the light just made everything a colourful blur. He struggled to sit up, and as he did, noticed that he was almost as tall as the shapes around him already. But he didn't feel like he was on a hospital bed. It felt more like... grass. As he stood up, his head felt like it was ripping apart, and he collapsed again.

'Right' he thought to himself, 'That must have been a hell of a smack on my desk.'

Once more, Oscar pulled himself off the ground, and steadied himself as his head started thumping. He blinked his eyes a few times, and took a look around. He seemed to be in some sort of town. But then, he heard voices around him again. Looking down, he saw what seemed to be ponies. Colourful, 4 foot high ponies.

"Look at its eyes!" One of the ponies remarked.

"Their almost golden." Another commented.

"I must be delusional." Oscar said aloud.

"It talks!" The first pony gasped.

"Yeah, of course I do." Oscar replied. "What am I doing? I'm talking to little ponies. I MUST be delusional."

"What a strange creature." The second pony said, shocked. "Not only does it think we're imaginary, it's rude enough to say it aloud."

"Indeed. How rude." The first pony agreed.

'Ugh, I need to get out of here' Oscar thought to himself, then walked off, ignoring the things the ponies were saying about him, as he headed towards a forest.

As Oscar walked into the forest, he felt a cold rush of air, and the atmosphere seemed to darken almost instantly. Oblivious to it all, however, he kept on walking. It got darker the farther he walked, but he didn't care. He still didn't believe any of this was happening. He started to daydream as he walked, just like he did on the way to school. Because of this, he simply ignored the shadows he saw emanating from around himself. Suddenly, he tripped over an overgrown tree root and fell face first into soft mud. 'Not again' Oscar thought as he got back up. He wiped the mud off his face, then off his arms, when he noticed something odd. His skin was no longer a slightly tanned olive, but a pale grey. Must be the lighting.' He thought. 'Or the lack of it, I should say.' He looked up, and saw a small cottage.

After the fall, the splitting headache and the mud, he was starting to think that whatever was going on might be real. But for someone that spent most of his time dreaming, believing in something as absurd as what was happening wasn't that difficult.

Oscar carried on towards the cottage, and was about to knock on the door when he noticed the open window. He walked up to it, and saw a...zebra? 'Great. First ponies, now a zebra.' Oscar thought to himself, as he walked off. After walking for about half an hour, trying his best to stay focused so he didn't trip over any more tree roots, and there were quite a lot. He could see light in the distance, and headed towards it. As he got closer, shapes started to form, then details. There seemed to be a hill just outside the forest. As he approached the edge of the forest, he he realized that what he was looking at was a cottage. It had grass on the roof, and a small garden out the back. Tired of walking, Oscar sat down next to a tree at the edge of the forest, leaned back against it, and slept.

Authors Note: This is the first thing I have written in a quite a while. Comments and criticism welcome, encouraged etc.

The Mane 6 will be introduced in Chapter 2.

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic is a Hasbro product blah blah blah disclaimer stuff I don't own any of this stuff, but they ARE my words.