Friendship is Psychosis

Disclaimer : I most certainly do not own My little Pony : Friendship is Magic. That is Hasbro's domain. I just simply wish to utilize some of their characters. That being said, I will only say it once. Now then, lets get on with the show shall we?

Chapter 1

Addled in the alleyway

He opened his eyes to a clear blue sky, huge buildings rising to the heavens, while the sounds of a city came rushing to his ears. The loud annoying honks emanating from passing vehicles, of which there always seemed to be at least one making its dreadful noise at any given moment. Pulling himself to sit up he looked about for a clue as to where he was. Random trash and cardboard boxes lay about the slim little alleyway, with the occasional pair of feet sticking out, this was the absolute bottom of the barrel in the pyramid of human society. Shaking his head he slowly stood the rest of the way up, albeit unsteadily and began to dust himself off. It wasn't until then he noticed the belt tied around his bicep and the needle still puncturing his vein. He grimaced at the festering wounds from the previous injections, and proceeded to remove both the needle and the belt.

Standing at a good 6 foot he was marginally tall, with sloppy brown hair and green eyes flecked with gold. The accumulated dirt and the worn out state of his clothes stated that he was indeed, homeless. He sighed at this realization. As he started to think about the situation it dawned on him. He hadn't the faintest clue as to who he was and how he got there.

'Well...first things first...who the fuck am I?' the thought scared and intrigued him. 'I...I could be anyone...but why was I here of all the godforsaken places...?' His heart started to beat faster bit by bit as he thought through his predicament. 'OK...just cool down...lets find out my name first, that would be a great idea...alright.' He methodically began to search all of pockets for something...anything that would identify who he was. His search ended in complete failure, he had a flask, a few dollars, some random assortment of odds and ends, some pre-smoked cigarettes, and a comb. 'Alright...i have virtually nothing...what the hell am I supposed to do...if I get the police for help...blech, just the look of me is cringe-worthy...maybe once whatever the hell was in that needle gets out of my system and I get cleaned up I'll ask...but no sooner.'

He managed to stumble to the exit way of the alley, a rough shod young man was there, were a gray coat, jeans, and a ball cap. The young man looked his why and laughed, sounding more like the bark of a dog then anything.

"Well mista, looks like you done bite more'n you kin chew." the youth smirked at him. "Good stuff, but too much an' you'll fry your brain, looks like you did just that. The young man laughed once again.

He grabbed the youth by his collar and slammed him into the wall. "If you don't start explaining in the next three seconds why I can't remember anything you're going to be wishing my brain was fried." He could barely speak above a whisper but the young man heard his words and went limp in submission.

"Hey look mista, I ain't meanin no harm here...I told you how much to take the first time, you just shot all of it in one go." the youth swallowed hard as he was lifted in the air. "I'm serious man, everyone goes virtually brain dead by taking that much I swear it mista I do!" He released the boy from his grip and brought his hands to his own head.

"Fine...fine, I believe you...do you know my name at all?' The stranger asked the boy pleadingly, he needed all the knowledge he could use. "Any information you have would be great..."

"Nah man...I just sell the stuff...you just buy the stuff...I don't be needin to know anyones name..." the boy began to shift backwards, looking to get as far away as possible from the amnesiac." The youth felt his pocket and smiled slyly. "Well...i might've seen somethin earlier...but I don't know...I need to go do something." He rolled his eyes in a random direction, clearly noting that he did indeed know something, but it was going to cost him.

"Please...whatever it is, I'll do whatever you wish...just tell me." He hung his head in defeat. For without this boy's information it was likely he would spend the rest of his life like this, in a perpetual loss of identity.

The boy looked over his shoulder, looking for anyone who might bother them. Seeing nobody in their area he pulled out a small paper sack from his pocket. The aroma was a tad pungent, but pleasant. "This here...this is some top grade shit man...salvia dovinirum, or silly sally as we call it, we just need someone to test this on, see what kinda doses you should take, and shit." The youth handed the bag to him slowly, along with a simple pipe, and lighter. "My ass is gonna get somethin to eat yo, I'm starvin, I'll be back later, just don't go anywhere when you blaze up" He laughed as he turned around, "Have fun asshole, and don't worry, I'll give you your precious whatever the hell it is you want." With that, he turned the corner and promptly disappeared.

Finally alone, the strange man plopped onto the ground to think over this situation. 'What's there to think about?' He threw his arms angrily into the air. 'I mean come on, I can remember everything except for details of my self...until the past hour it seems I've regained full use of my short and long term memory...' Pondering this thought he felt something beginning to gnaw at him, a craving of some sort. But for what he couldn't tell. He brushed it off, he had bigger fish to fry at the moment. Upon opening the bag he coughed a bit from its rather unique smell, it wasn't unpleasant, just strong. Inside was a a few nuggets of what looked very similar to cannabis.

He loaded the pipe with as much as he could, lighted it and inhaled deeply. After doing this five times he began to notice a huge difference in his perception of the world. He dropped the pipe and lighter as he gazed around, taking in the world as he had never taken it before. Strong hallucinogenics were never his thing. But this, this was an entirely different experience altogether, the type of thing that first led man to believe in god,. After about thirty seconds of his entire exist being radically changed in a myriad of colors, shapes, noises and feelings he slumped over himself, still sitting against the alleyway wall.

As his eyes fell shut he noticed that everything went completely pitch black, and he no longer felt any thing at all. How long he remained like that was irrelevant to him, it could have been seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries, or even millennium. Time itself had ceased to lose any sense of meaning to him. When he opened his eyes again he found himself floating inside the horse head nebula, going impossibly slow, and impossibly fast at the same time. Accelerating and decelerating at incredible velocities, this truly was unlike anything he had ever felt before in the entirety of his life, whether he could remember it or not. He dismissed his quest for his memories, there was only now, nothing else could ever matter.

Throughout this adventure he had continuously felt as though something where following him, waiting, watching for the opportune moment to strike. This feeling of uneasiness continued to grow within as he began to spy shadows dancing just barely outside his peripheral vision. And then he heard it...that dreadful guttural wail, much like a whales, only hundreds of times louder, and somehow...corrupted and dead. As terrified as he was there was naught he could do as he steadily floated through the now empty space, horrifying by its desolation and its utter lack of life. The wail faded into the inky blackness.

His heart raced as it disappeared. He hoped whatever it was wouldn't make itself known again. There was no hope in this kind of situation, none at all. No sooner had he thought that when he noticed his lungs where beginning to burn incessantly. He tried to take a breath and managed to take in a lungful of water. He squeezed his eyes shut as he viciously kicked and paddled towards what he thought was up. In the end he was rewarded as his head broke the surface of the water. He looked about the body of water, hoping to see land. To his dismay he only saw water...and a very curious type of water at that. It appeared to be jet black. As he splashed some of the water around to just see how black it really was, he saw it. Out on the horizon, it looked exactly like a painting, it was a stoke of luck, finding an island out here.

As he made his way to the island he began to note something odd about its appearance. While this wasn't necessarily alarming considering everything that happened, it was simply bizarre. It appeared that the sand it self was a light blue, almost cyan color, while the various flora dotting it seemed to be compromised of...rainbows. None of it mattered however, if he didn't get there in time he would surely drown, and a strangely colored island was surely a better alternative then death wouldn't it? After what seemed like ages he made it to the island, dragging himself to a vibrantly rainbow colored palm tree he sat down and leaned back against its trunk.

He could have sworn that he heard a voice telling him to wake up when the sandman came and took him away from this forsaken non-reality.

Authors note : Hey folks! It is I, the master of unfinished stories. Starting yet another one, oh the humanity! But, I absolutely had to write this once my transition to brony-dom became complete. Prepare your selves for a mental mind fuck of drug fueled proportions, as we follow our yet to be named characters adventures between separate planes of existence, and discovers himself. At least thats what I plan to do, with some support and perhaps my own initiative I may finish a story! But, I dare say, after over a year and a half hiatus caused by a certain laptop, it feels amazing to be back in the writing game. That being said I expect R&R, after pouring blood sweat and tears into this I deserve that much don't ? pretty please? With a cupcake on top? No? Ok... And im sorry for the short chapter, I just needed to get the ball rolling.

Till the next update my dear faithful readers, z6don out.