A/N: Hi there, I realize I've never made a brony fanfic nor a clop fic….. *shudders*… However due to "high demand" I've decided to add on to a current fan fic being made by my friend, HadezPKMN. Look up Courage and Protection by him, I'll be semi-re-writing the story from the viewpoint of myself, Ramon. Without further ado HURRRRRGH.

Chapter 1: Vegans in space.

Hi. My name's Ramon, I'm a former anti-brony turned brony. You see, I like to think I'm open minded, so I decided to watch an episode of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic to appease my pony-obsessed friend, Alex. After the first episode, I was hooked like a trout on a fishing line. I couldn't stop watching them, they were just so… How do I put this?

It brought back happier times for me, when I wasn't an angsty teen and when I was just some happy go lucky kid with buck teeth, a girly voice, and acne. There are two things that bring me to a happy place. One of them is ponies, the other is illegal.

I suppose I should explain more of who I am before continuing. I'm Ramon, a hispanic 15 year old, hippy, stoner, laid back, atheist, vegan, blind without glasses, science-obsessed oddball. I'm also only about 5'6" and I weigh about 30 pounds underweight for my size. Seriously, I could make a twig go bulimic.

Right, back on track now. So, it began when my friend Alex went missing a few days ago. I called his family, only to be told how much his family hated him. Classy. I also asked around school, but was only informed of how discriminatory, shallow, and close- minded my peers are. Also classy.

So, I waited. I sat alone in my room, playing minecraft alone. I had nobody to pester and troll. Where was Alex? I had to know!

I woke up the next day, showered, ate a vegan breakfast of about 3 calories, brushed my teeth, played minecraft, and drove to school in my eco-friendly prius. I was in the middle of my physics class, bored out of my mind. Look Mr. Bertin, you're a good guy, but teaching isn't your forte. Go be an actual scientist and quit wasting your time with the idiots I'm forced to sit with.

A shimmering orb of piercing light erupted through the door and slammed onto the cheap tile floor. It rolled towards me, almost up to my feet. The orb began changing shape, into that of a young man. Before I knew it, a young man, maybe early twenties, stood before me. He had dark brown hair and a light brown suit with a tie. The tie had a pattern of many hourglasses on it. It felt familiar somehow, though I couldn't quite place it.

He spoke in a british accent "Come, my boy, we must talk privately, there is something you must know," His voice was very solemn, and for a man who just burst through a metal door like a knife through butter in the form of an orb of pure light, he seemed trustworthy.

"Does it involve Alex?" I asked.

The man simply nodded his head.

"Alright," I stood up and grabbed my backpack, "I'm in,"

My teacher finally quit being dumbfounded and shouted "You can't take him without parent or guardian consent,"

"Oh," The Brit grinned fiercely, "I don't think you can stop me," He pulled out a small device and pressed a button. An old police box appeared in front of The Brit and I. "You're all Tardis's anyways," I chuckled, and stepped into the police box with The Brit. I saw a piercing white light, only enhanced by my glasses, and I felt myself being shot through time and space itself.

How exactly does that feel? I don't know, imagine you're in a cramped rocket propelled bobsled with a british man and you're flying over the grand canyon at science knows how many mph.

Something like that.