Chapter One

"Casper, honey, wake up, it's 7 a.m. Your first day of school starts in an hour."

Casper despised it whenever his mother had to wake him up. As Casper sat up in his bed and stretched out his arms and legs, he noticed the alarm clock had not gone off as it should.

"Thanks for waking me up, I guess. I forgot to set the alarm." Casper replied, half-blinded by the sunshine peeking through his window.

"Don't you worry about it dear, I want you to start your senior year off on the right foot."

As Casper's mother began descending the stairs, she turned around and yelled in Casper's general direction;

"Are you going to catch the bus with Jackson? Or do you want to take the car to school?"

"I'll catch the bus with Jackson, I'm not really in the "driving" feeling today anyways."

Casper proceeded to get up, and begin his normal routine. Casper first looked all around his room, as he had an obsession over keeping things nice and tidy.

This room never changes. Casper thought to himself. It always stays the same, four pale blue walls, a tiny closet, and my laptop. Of course, it's not like I need anything else.

Casper threw off the covers and slowly made his way towards his laptop. Casper pulled back the computer chair that was missing a wheel and sat down. He scooted towards his laptop and opened it, revealing his blank, black desktop background.

Alright, time to check Facebook. Oh, what's this? Casper noticed the globe in the top left hand corner of the screen had turned red and sported a bolded "1" next to it. Casper clicked and saw a notification from Jackson that read,

"First day of school. B-o-o-o-ring. If anyone wants to chill by the bus stop, I'll be there. –J"

Great, so Jackson is at the bus stop. I can't wait to tell him about my boring summer vacation. Pff, won't that be fun. Casper closed the laptop and headed towards the bathroom. 'Hey, Jackson, guess what I did this summer? Absolutely nothing!

As Casper was playing out the scene in his head, he opened the bathroom door and walked towards the shower curtain and pulled it aside. Casper turned on the steam fan and turned on the water stream, and pulled up on the separating knob to make the water flow through the shower head. He then closed the door behind him, and began to think out in his head how the rest of the day would go from there on out.

Casper emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later and put on some fresh clothes. Casper proceeded downstairs and grabbed his backpack off the coat-rack in the hallway. He looked into the kitchen and noticed his mom pulling out eggs and a loaf of bread.

"Hey mom, I'm going to head out and chill with Jackson at the bus stop, so there's no need to fix breakfast for me or anything. We'll probably grab a bite to eat at the gas station or something."

"Alright honey, but please remember, turn on your hearing aids. I don't want you to fail because you're too stubborn to turn them on. I'm expecting A's in all of your classes, young man. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, mom, that's great. Cya!"

Casper closed the door to his colonial style, two story home. Casper walked towards the bus stop, where the faint image of Jackson was slowly coming into view. Casper knew that he should have been wearing his glasses today, but he thought since it was the first day, he wouldn't need them.

Casper had finally caught up to Jackson, who was leaning on the stop sign with a toothpick in his mouth.

Classic Jackson, he hasn't changed a bit.

A few papers flew away from Casper's grasp and landed in the street.

Shit, is that my sports registration form? Casper quickly glanced through his thin stack of papers. Yup. Ugh, better go grab it before something bad happens to it. Mom would be pissed.

Casper set down his papers, and used his backpack as a paperweight to stop the other papers from blowing away. Casper then walked into the street, without looking both ways, (as his mother had always encouraged him to do) and grabbed the paper. Casper could only hear the sound of the bones in his torso breaking and the slowly fading sound of Jackson's voice going into Casper's right ear as the bus that was meant to pick up the two boys for school rammed into Casper.

"Oh my god! Oh, fuck, Casper! I'm calling for an ambulance. Don't move!"

Casper had forgotten to turn on his hearing aid, a problem that could have cost him his life.

The last thing Casper could remember hearing was the fear-filled voice of Jackson, as Casper slowly faded out of consciousness.

Casper had not been completely swept under the rug by the time the ambulance had arrived, and he was going in and out of consciousness. Although his eyesight was obscured by the dried blood in his eyes, he continued to fight for the battle of his conscious. Casper could feel the energy drain from his body, and it felt as if someone was vacuuming the life right out of him. Casper could hear the ambulance stop and someone yell,

"He's going into shock! Someone put an oxygen mask on his face!"

As Casper attempted to muster even the smallest sound from his busted up, bloody lips, he slowly faded into a comatose state, where there was just an empty blackness. But, somehow, Casper was standing on this empty darkness. Although he could feel nothing, he could still think. He took in whatever of his empty surroundings that he could through his non-blood-splotched eye and came up with a simple three word phrase.

What the fuck.

The lack of energy caused Casper to stumble, and in turn, fall. He fell towards the empty blackness that he still couldn't get his mind around. Although Casper felt like he was falling, he couldn't tell. At the corner of his eye, he could make out a tiny little light. He shifted whatever he could of his body (on account of his torso) and went towards the light, and Casper finally came to the conclusion that he was indeed falling, as the light was getting closer. Casper then realized that the light was not actually a light, but rather, a sort of figure. Casper couldn't be sure on account of his right eye being covered in blood, so he took his chances and continued to fall towards the figure. The figure slowly began to fade away from Casper's view and in retaliation Casper put out his hand in the hopes that whatever it was he saw that it would help him. The figure looked back and giggled, as it said in a voice close to a whisper,

"Follow me, Casper."

Casper had no clue what to think, he just wanted to stop falling, one, and two, to get some answers. He had no clue what would happen, but at this point, Casper didn't care. He just wanted everything to stop. He just wanted to go home.

After what felt like hours, Casper finally came in contact with the figure. Casper hit something that had caused him no pain, but he knew he had definitely hit something. The figure picked Casper up in a sort of grayish aura and placed Casper on its back. The figure then rode off into the still-present darkness, as Casper finally faded out of consciousness for the second time.

Casper, after winning the battle to regain consciousness, had summarized whatever he could of the event after waking up. He knew that he was in some sort of black plane of sorts, and that he was conscious, yet unconscious during the whole ordeal. The figure he was riding on was still running into the darkness. Casper finally regained enough energy to ask it a simple question:

"Wha... Wha... What happened?"

As Casper finished the sentence, he began to cough up some blood. He covered his mouth with his hand, like his mom had always taught him. He pulled the hand back and realized that the blood had no color other than gray. He then looked down at his body and realized that his arms and legs also had a grayish color.

Casper waited for the figure to give some answers. He just wanted to make some sense out of this insanity. But Casper looked all around him, and realized that the empty darkness the figure was running towards was turning a lighter shade of gray the closer they got. Eventually, as the figure got closer, so did the gray color towards turning white. As the figure came face to face with the wall of white light, it stopped, and stood in place. The gray aura that had put Casper on the figure was now lifting him off of the figure and brought him towards the light. The light suddenly became a birds-eye view of a town that looked as though it had a cartoonish style. Casper looked back at the figure and realized it had disappeared, along with the gray aura surrounding Casper.

That's when Casper realized he was falling towards the cartoonish -style world.

He noticed a pond near what looked to be a humongous oak tree, and he decided that would be the best place to fall. As he came within 500 feet of the pond, he realized that he still had a distorted torso and began to realize the mistake that he had made. As he came closer to the pond, he began to brace himself for the pain, and the eventual drowning. Casper began to close his eyes, but not before a flash of cyan shook his whole body, causing an immense amount of pain. He yelled in his mind, but nothing came out of his mouth. He looked down and realized that he was being lowered towards the ground. Once he was placed on the ground, the flash of cyan left as quickly as it had arrived.

Casper looked around. Despite being in shock, he managed to crawl towards a tree and lean back against it. Casper recollected the events that had preceded him. He knew that whatever-that-figure-was-in-that-black-plane had dropped him into this world, and that he began falling towards a pond. He then got saved by something cyan, and got placed on the ground, and the cyan flash went away. Casper then blacked out, for the third time.

Author's notes:

Hello everyone, my name is Grant and this is my first MLP story. This story is rated M for violence, sexual themes (which I have never written before, should be fun, huh?) and language. I write using American English. (for example, I write "color", not "colour") Although at times my sentences may seem really bland and boring, please realize I try my hardest to try to make you feel like you're inside the story. My chapters in this story may seem really short compared to others.

Other than that, please feel free to send some helpful criticism my way, as I begin to write chapter 2, I'll take advice you people have given me and attempt to incorporate it into the story. I will never tell you to rate this story or review it or whatever, as it is your choice to do whatever you damn well please.

Thanks for reading,

-Grant, a.k.a "Frozen Goods"