MULTIPLE DISCLAIMERS: I DO NOT own MLP or any of their characters. I do own my own OCs but that's within the MLP world, so...credit where it's due. Secondly, I have never served in the military nor do I have any hands-on experience with guns. I am too lazy to search things up, so some things might be inaccurate. Along with that, there will be mature scenes of violence, language, and probably sex in the future, probably not this episode, though. Just letting you know.

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John activated the windshield wiper as the rain pounded his Sedan relentlessly. He looked over at the passenger seat and at his equipment. It was a standard assault rifle: a trusty mechanism that the American Armed Forces used. Along with it, a Glock 17, a medkit, camo backpack, flares, a hunting knife, ammo, rations for weeks, and many other goodies of the sort.

John was not a veteran fighter by any means, but he wasn't new to the battlefield or deaths, either..he witnessed countless soldiers die, good men, right next to him, but he had uncanny luck when it came to avoiding gunfire. That was the main reason he was headed home to his girlfriend in Texas.

However, the weather was acting in unusual ways as he made his was across a road on the side of a mountain. The rain was pouring and visibility was low. Thunder was cracking loudly and the ground rumbled.

John felt something vibrate in his front pocket of his camo combat pants. He brought out a device and saw the message: "Stay safe, sweet Sully. It's raining hard." He smiled. Ironically, and unbeknownst to him, the message was a trigger to the clusterfuck of events that would change his life forever.

He began texting his girlfriend back, when a huge lightning bolt shot in front of his car. The sharp light blinded him temporarily, but he still lost control of both the wheel and his phone and began swerving on the slick road.

He tried regaining control in vain. The car smashed onto the railing, and his car lept into the air and began down the side of the mountains.

So this is how I die. Not in the heat of battle alongside my fellow brother or protecting my country. Just another car accident to add to the statistics… wait, no. I'm not going to die. I've been in Hell, spat in the Devil's face and made it back. Some shitty weather and slippery roads isn't gonna kill me…

He saw the ground rapidly approach him, and he somehow untied his seatbelt, opened the door, and lept out in the span of 3 seconds. He flew into trees at a dangerous speed. The last thing he saw was the trees and a big explosion of where his body would have been before black took over and he fell unconscious.

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John woke up with a headache that made him want to have stayed in the car and died. He attempted to open his eyes, and was greeted with searing pain. He decided to keep them close for a minute.

He felt his whole body was stiff. He felt a liquid running down his right arm and on his torso. He felt a river of blood he had made upon his arm. He needed medical equipment before he could treat himself from bailing out of a car at high speed, and he needed to do so quickly.

He felt around the ground.

Grass. Rocks. Backpack. Wait, backpack? I don't remember grabbing my backpack. Gun! How in the fuck is everything here with me! Who fucking cares! My shit is with me!

He grabbed his medkit and stitched his arm and torso with his eyes slightly open, accompanied by grunts and moans of pain. He successfully stopped the bleeding, and his arm was now in a bandage.

John did a little victory dance before finally opening his eyes fully. His eyes adjusted to the view around him. The trees looked… friendly? Was that the word? Yeah. Friendly. Sort of. He took a look at the world around him. Something seemed..off. He shook his head to wake himself. He loaded his gear onto himself and began searching for a clean water source. To his surprise, he didn't have to go far to find one. He set up camp and filled various canteens with the clear liquid.

Okay. Camp is set up just in case I don't find anyone within three hours. Now where the hell am I? This doesn't look like Texas. How far did I fall… great, just fucking great.

John began entertaining himself with his equipment. He cleaned his rifle and Glock and knife dozens of times. He checked his equipment and split rations to last him two weeks. He began scouring for nuts and berries. He came across green berries and picked them. He made sure the berries didn't smell toxic or acidic. They were quite sweet and tropical, like grapes and citrus combined. John quickly realized he would be unable to use his gun properly without risking the stitches to pop or the bandage to become loose. He decided to rest and start collecting wood tomorrow for a shelter. But for now, he slept on cool grass and a blanket that was within his backpack.

Meanwhile, at Canterlot Castle,

Princess Celestia felt a surge of magic coming from close to Ponyville. She had felt such a magic before only once. Celestia had an unpleasant experience tied to the surge of magic. She grew worried for her faithful subjects and sent a message to Twilight. Along with a dozen of her guards.

John woke up refreshed at the time before the sun came up. He somehow could already flex his arm and his torso was almost healed.

Was it those berries? I'll make sure to grab more and make ailments from them. They sure did patch me up quicker than my trusty medkit.

John did just that. He grabbed bushels of the green berries and mashed them into a green elixir and filled one of his canteens with it. He labeled it with a cross using his knife. Quite handy.

John felt his tent would not suffice and started collecting wood to make a bigger tent. He started off collecting all the nearby planks and logs. Then, he hacked some trees with his hunting knife and collected some more material.

I swear my nephew would be out of his fucking mind if he saw me doing whatever he does in that game of his. Speaking of animals, where are the animals? I need me some protein.

John looked around as he was collecting wood. There were no animals in sight. Almost as if they all ran away from something alien to them.

When John collected, what he thought was enough to start a frame of a small house, he set all the wood in a neat pile. He looked at all of his material he was going to work with.

Thank God for majoring in architecture. I really didn't use it during my years in the army. Now it's useful. Kind of.

John was no innovator, but he did a mighty fine job building a small house...frame. In 3 hours. Still, he was satisfied with his handy work. He moved his tent temporarily inside the house frame. He decided to take a nap…

"Johnson! Get your ass on that fitty, now!" John sprinted and ducked around gunfire before mounting the machine gun. He rained hell on the fuckers until he didn't hear any enemy gunfire. "Great work Johnson! We need to move up and secure th- agh sunnuvabitch!" The higher officer fell as he took sniper bullets through the thighs. "Sir!", screamed Johnson as he ran towards his downed superior. He grabbed the downed soldier and dragged him behind a concrete pillar. "You listen to me soldier. Take this. Go west until you find Alpha squad. Complete the mission soldier!", barked his superior. "Sir I can't leave you here. They'll kill you!", replied John. The officer put a hand on John's shoulder. "It's alright, soldier. You are the finest motherfucker I've ever had the pleasure to command. Now go! That's an order!". John reluctantly left his officer. John could still see his officer as he left. His superior took out a long cigar and lit it. He took a long puff of it before throwing it on the ground. He took out a pistol. "Those sonsobitches. Arghhhhh!" His superior launched himself out into the open and brought down four enemy soldiers with him before another sniper shot him once more. John could only smile. This is the way his superior officer always wanted to go. Bringing down some with him.

John woke up sweating. And crying. "Damnit. Why him? Arghh!", he got up and brought out his combat knife. He looked at a tree and began releasing stress.

The tree was left to a simple stump. John was now sweating and lying on the ground doing his 200th push-up before starting on his 200 sit-ups, his body toned and defined due to years of harsh training.

A certain Princess of Dreams had left the dream of the strange individual. She had never seen such creatures before. She had to tell Celestia. She might know what it was and what to do..

John was done with his stress work out before he began to finish the house. He had enough wood and now needed mud and grass to keep everything together. He finished his house within five hours and the sun was now high in the sky. He decided he needed to wash off the dirt and grime in the pond he had seen.

After washing and changing back into his combat attire, John drew out a map of what he thought was Texas. "Alright. So I should be here. But wait. That makes no sense. No water is supposed to be near here."

John grew frustrated and threw his map back inside his backpack.

Okay. So I don't know where my phone or I am. Great. Should I use my flare? Wait, where the fuck is my car?

It finally dawned upon John that there was no wreck as far as he could see. There should have been at least a fire. But alas, our fellow protagonist is further away from home than he could ever expect to be.

John huffed and sat in his small house..on the dirt.

I need chairs. And a table. And maybe even pottery. So much to do.

John decided to distract himself from his current predicament by building chairs, tables, pottery, and even a small container for small objects. When he was done, night time had fallen once more. He threw together leaves and made a comfortable, at least for him, makeshift bed. He laid down and soon slept..

John ran towards his destination. He took out his assault rifle and readied it. A squad of enemy soldiers ran into him and had no time to react as John filled them all with lead. He continued onwards. "Where the hell is he? Where are they?", John heard from inside the torn down house where he needed to deliver the Package. He took a silent look at the inside of the house and his blood chilled. All of Alpha squad were being held hostage by a dozen enemies: terrorists. He had little time to come up with a plan. He got an idea. "Where is it? Give it or your precious soldiers will start to die!" Clunk! "What the hell was that?" His plan worked. He had thrown a rock through a window directly to the opposite side of the room from the window. The terrorists all naively turned at the same time, which gave John enough to to burst in and kill five terrorists before they had time to react. The remaining seven turned, only to have two more go down at the hands of John's handy rifle. John's eyes widened as he saw the five took aim at him. He only had one second to leap behind a crevice in the wall, barely dodging the barrage of bullets. By this time, Alpha Squad was on their stomachs to avoid being caught in the crosshairs. That gave John the chance to safely throw a flashbang in. The flash banged and four of the five remaining terrorists were mowed down by John, and the last one John hit with the back of his rifle, knocking him out. He untied Alpha Squad and gave the Package to the squad leader. They were completely at a loss of words. One man took down a dozen and was unscathed.

"Well, I'll be fucked. Looks like you got it. Now where's your man?" The Alpha Squad leader asked.

"He went out the way he wanted to go out," said John slowly.

"Aww fuck. Damnit." Was all he could say before a loud rumbling came from outside.

"Enemy heavy incoming!" BANG. John watched as the building he was in began collapsing. He sprinted toward the door and managed to escape the collapsing building. When he reached outside, he quickly turned and was faced by a large pistol.

"Fuc-" BANG.

John woke up screaming as an old battle scar seethed. The scar covered part of his right eye all the way back to his ear. He put his hand over his right temple, home of the scar that had challenged the best medic there was. At a cost, he remembered being told. Part of his right brain was damaged. The emotional part.

John quickly got up and suited himself with all of his gear. He decided he had waited long enough. It was time to go out and hunt.

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Twilight received an urgent letter from Celestia claiming a powerful surge of magic was released from somewhere inside a forest neighboring the Everfree Forest. She had paid no mind to the actual letter, but rather at the dozen guards she had sent along with the letter that were now at the front of her castle.. "Hi, um, what are you here for?" Twilight asked nervously. She might be a powerful alicorn, but twelve seasoned guards were no joke. "We came here to protect Ponyville until the situation is resolved," loudly announced the leader of the group. "Okay, you guy can patrol Ponyville and call me if you find anything." Twilight closed the door to her Tree. She looked back at the girls. They were standing right behind her and all six of them were thinking the same thing. What has arrived in Ponyville?

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John was slowly walking toward the edge of the forest. He could see small houses in the distance.

First, a water source where there is none. Now, a village in the middle of nowhere? Where am I?

He froze as he saw something move closer to the edge of the forest.

Is that a horse? Wait, are these horses small and wearing armor? And spears! Where the hell am I-? Oh no. Oh no no no no. Now my niece would wish she was here. But how? It's just a cartoon, for fucksake! What is a soldier doing in a world of ponies!

Yeah. Why is John in a world of ponies? (Stop breaking the fourth wall). Anywho, John could only watch as about a dozen ponies in guard outfits passed the area. He realized he was going to be in this world for some time.

John made a run for the bigger forest. If only he would've known better. Or maybe his niece could have told him not to go in a big, scary forest alone. But I guess it's just plot.

John gripped his assault rifle close to him as he made his way deeper into the dark forest. He observed various flowers and berries and decided to record and study them. He took out a brown leather-bound book and a quill. He sat down and drew various berries and ruptured some to observe their smell, consistency, and, if he deemed safe enough, taste. He worked diligently and recorded more than a hundred different fauna. He experimented with their effects, mixing sedative plants with herbal ailments to create powerful elixirs and had to drink some of his canteens to fill them with the potions. He marked each one with a very specific mark, making sure he wouldn't confuse one with another.

Suddenly, he heard rustling from behind him. He pushed his body onto the ground and held his rifle parallel to his body. What he saw almost made him scream.

AHH! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING?

It was a wolf made of timber. A timberwolf. But it wasn't alone. Soon, seven timberwolves were in John's view. He remembered how he chopped the tree. He now grinned as he unsheathed his hunting knife, unbeknownst to the pair of eyes that were observing him. When one of the timberwolves was close to him, he leaped out from his spot and sliced its leg off. The timberwolf yelped in surprise rather than pain before quickly turning to John. The seven timberwolves began closing in on him. He saw as the timberwolf he had hit first showed no real sign of pain. He ducked as the first timberwolf sprang at him, jaws poised to bite. John was now surrounded completely by seven timberwolves. Normally this meant death and destruction for the poor victim. However, the poor victims here were the timberwolves. He concentrated on his ears. He heard one move from behind him. He quickly turns and sidestepped the claws. He quickly jabbed his knife into the head of the timberwolf and tore apart its head. He saw as the it tumbled to the ground in a heap of wood. He smiled..

John was now carrying a rather large pile of wood towards his camp.

Nice little work out. Hope they come again.

He worked on learning from the book he had written in. He observed the notes he took. There were purple flowers for insomnia. Red flowers induced adrenaline. Black flowers.. let's just say black flowers gave a certain prowess when mixed with red ones.

There was a flower for just about anything. He was amazed at the fauna he had found, collecting a sample of the flower if he couldn't make it into elixir.

I'm gonna need a lot more containers to make every flower in elixir.

He started by creating a small mud furnace. He would get mud and create a small container from the mud. He would shape the mud into various shapes that could hold liquids. A very time consuming task indeed.

However, as he worked on his fourth flask, he felt a pair of eyes had been watching him. He continued working like nothing was off.

How'd someone sneak up on me? They must have been really careful. But they're still watching me. I can still feel them. They're close.

John dropped a flask on purpose to bend down. He stayed crouched. He heard a rustling so faint that it could be confused for the wind blowing. But John knew better. John immediately sprang from his spot and dove towards the source of the noise. He could tell the culprit was surprised and was starting to attempt to flee. John was quicker. He fell on top of a small zebra. He pinned the zebra down by the torso. The zebra twisted its leg launched it with precision towards John's torso. John blocked the impact with crossed arms and was sent a foot back, almost losing his balance. The zebra thought this was enough to give it an opening to flee. Evidently, it had never met John before.

John quickly tackled the zebra and unsheathed the knife as it began to flail once more. He put it up to its neck and the zebra froze at the touch of cold metal.

"Don't. Move. Tell me who are you, what you are, and what you were doing staring at me from the brush, and I might let you live." John said slowly and deliberately.

"It is only a lonely zebra to which you speak. I was only curious of what you were and wanted to have a peek. Please, I mean no harm, so please put down your alarm."

"So it is true. I am in this world.. okay." John let the zebra go and stood up. He turned his back to go back to his tent.

Great. Just fucking great. I am in a little place with little friends. But how do I get back?

"The name is Zecora. I am curious as to why you were examining flora," said Zecora, rubbing her sore ass and cold neck. "What do you plan, creature? And why is your body that distinctive feature?"

John stopped in his tracks. He turned to Zecora and said, "I guess you can call me John. Sorry about that. I'm just really tense now. I am a human. But you probably don't know what that is. So I guess I'm from another world called Earth. And I don't know how the fuck I got here." He grew quiet. "Sorry. Please, can you help?"

Zecora observed the strange creature that she had been observing for hours, had somehow heard her, launched itself, no, himself at her, and was now asking for help. She sighed. "If it is wisdom you seek, my knowledge is not for the weak. I can guide you if you so need me, but you must come with me for it to be."

John listened intently. He didn't mind her rhyming. It actually helped him understand. The zebra looked like the one he saw on Earth. He sighed. "Alright. There are a number of things you should be wary about, though. My possessions are mine. You stay away from them. I presume I will live nearby to you, correct?" John asked.

Zecora looked a bit uneasy, but still replied, "You are correct. A shelter for you we must erect, nearby to my own residence. And I'll make sure to avoid your possessions' presence."

"Alright. I'll grab my items. We'll be on our way in no time." John did exactly that. He grabbed his camo backpack, filled it with all of his original belongings, and then filled it with his new belonging. Potions, the book, and samples were all now in his backpack. His backpack was now about the size of Zecora.

Zecora raised an eyebrow as she saw John pick up the backpack with one hand and chuck it over his shoulder like a pillow. She assumed the item he had on his back didn't weigh much at all and kept on waiting for John to finish picking up his belonging.

Zecora grew curious as she saw him pick up a black metal object about the size of her torso. She looked at the shape of the object. It looked very alien to her; its shape a large, extended rectangle with various different shaped carved out of it. It had a nozzle attached, what she assumed, was the front. She kept glancing at the object before curiosity took over. "If I may ask, that object you hold; what is its function and task?"

John stopped and looked at her, then he looked at his gun. He was quiet for a moment...then,"In my world, conflicts and disagreements led to war. In the beginning, war was fought with sticks and arrows. As time went on, my people began fighting amongst themselves with more advanced weapons. These fighters were called soldiers, and each soldier was specialized to do a specific task to complete a mission. I.. am one of those soldiers. And this.. is my weapon.."

Zecora had plates for eyes by the time he was done with his monologue. She looked at the object with a tint of fear. She felt a shiver go down her back and started sweating profusely. She had been in the Everfree Forest for many years and faced many dangers. She had fought off many, and survived encounters with those far more dangerous than timberwolves. Yet, this being, this human, holding a piece of metal, made her nervous to a point where she was having second thoughts about having such a thing near her.

John saw the hesitation and stopped. He looked back at his little house and dropped his backpack on the grass.

Zecora flinched and suddenly realized how she came off as. "Please, wait! I only became slightly startled; I still want to help you and your fate. Do not mind me. A simple reflex is what it was ought to be." Zecora explained.

John smiled. "Okay. Lead the way."

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"Twilight! No report for today! The forests seem clear!" The leader screamed, who turned out to be a soldier of Shining Armor.

"What did I say about screaming, Bash Stunner? Do you want me to call my brother and tell him one of his guards was screaming at his little sister?" Twilight asked coyly.

"No ma'am. Pardon my way of acting," replied Stunner quietly.

"Now go scream your recruits' heads off!" Twilight suddenly said, with enthusiasm, livening up the mood.

Stunner simply grinned before sprinting out of Twilight's castle.

Twilight was much more calm, and she had a good reason to be. Her friends and Ponyville were under high guard, and that meant protection.

"Twilight! I need, help!" Spike came in, scratching his scales. "It's. So. Itchy! I don't know how much more I can take!" Spike kept screaming out.

"Alright. Let's go see if Zecora is in her hut. She'll definitely know what to do with your itch. I mean, you already have wings. What could this itch bring?"

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John had to take multiple trips to make sure he didn't leave anything behind. Unfortunately, the house had to stay. He didn't think it would be efficient to take a house one stick at a time. He built a similar shelter to the one he had previously built, only much bigger and added more mud and even some rocks to make it sturdier.

Zecora had him build the shelter on the side facing away from Ponyville. She deliberately did so to make sure no wandering ponies came across John. Unless they got lost and went the other way around. But no one ever does that.

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"And we, are now lost." Spike groaned.

"No, we're not. Look here, it's a body of water. And.. what's that?"

Twilight pointed her hoof toward a weird shelter of some sort. It looked way to complicated to be of pony-made object. And it looked recently made.

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Zecora studied John's book carefully. She had to admit, in the short span that she had seen him write, he had written such detail and fact about each flora. Zecora had her own research done about John.

She had studied his, hands? Yeah. That's what he called them. She wrote down other components of John. He was certainly a tall creature. He measured in at 6' 8", which made him tower over even the tallest alicorn, Celestia. Using some rather strange methods, John was surprised she could find his height, even more so when she told him he weighed just a bit over 170 pounds. Of pure muscle. He lacked one thing, though.. When Zecora asked if he remembered his world, he said yes. However, when she asked him if he missed being in his world, John just scratched his head. He really didn't feel..homesick. He couldn't feel homesick. He decided to lie and said yes. Zecora shrugged at his hesitance and continued with her research.

She had analyzed some of John's teeth and was slightly unsettled by the fact that he had two pairs of canine. Zecora didn't even want to ask him about those.

By the time the sun was lowering down, John had went to sleep in his new home. Zecora stayed up for a while to make sure he didn't try anything stupid or any pony stumbled across him. After she decided it was safe, she went inside her own home.

After a couple of minutes…

"Hey, look, we're her- what's that?" Spiked asked as he realized there was a small wooden structure right beside Zecora's hut.

"Oh hey, look at that. Zecora must have been the one to build the other one. Only she could have made such a complex and weird structure." Twilight said as she approached the structure. "Hmm. I wonder if she's inside her hut or her new wood house thing." Spike asked.

"Only one way to find out."

"The bullet was removed successfully, but I fear he may have some brain damage. A bullet that close to the brain is bound to do something." The medic reported.

John could hear him behind closed eyes. So I'm not dead, he thought. He opened his eyes and saw three people in the medical tent. He was still on his mission. He raised himself before the medic quickly realized what was happening. The medic quickly pushed John back onto the bed.

"You really should not even be awake!" The medic explained.

"I need to finish the missio-"

"You need to make sure you don't die!" An officer interrupted on the other side of the tent. There was a medic, officer, and technician all in one tent. Well, him as well.

"You are the next in command after.. Him.. so make sure you make it out alive!" The officer kept going. "I already radioed a heli. You'll be extracted within 5. You did all you could. We have to go" The officer tried to explain.

"What happened?" Was all John could ask before he heard two rapid booms in the background. He began to panic. The booms came again in the same pattern but louder.

"We have to go. Now!" The officer screamed.

Boom boom!

KNOCK KNOCK

"AUGH!"

"AHHHH!" All hell broke loose.

John awoke jerked upwards, swearing, sweating, and screaming. He had about two seconds to realize there was a purple pony with wings and a horn alongside a small dragon at the entrance of his home.

John, with no shirt, sprang out of his bed revealing a handgun. "Who are you? Are you working for them, too?" He screamed, still quite oblivious to what he was doing.

Twilight and Spike were screaming the moment they had entered the house. Twilight shot a burst of magic straight at John out of reflex. John's eyes widened as he finally came to. He put his arms to block the magic. He felt the impact and was flung backwards through his house, leaving a hole in his new home.

Zecora had heard commotion and was out. Her eyes widened at seeing a hole in the house. She quickly looked and saw Twilight and Spike. She started screaming.

John got up and dusted himself a bit. He saw burn marks on his forearms. He had completely blocked the burst of magic. However, his arms had taken all of the damage. He finally began to feel the pain. It was as if a searing hot plate of soup dropped on his arms. He picked up a twig and bit down. He completely ignored the frantic shouts of Zecora and Twilight as he went back into his house. He took out the canteen marked with an X and drank half of it in two gulps before pouring the rest onto both of his arms.

To the dismay of John, the pain continued, and he was left with a feeling of betrayal. Why hadn't the berries worked? He let the twig fall.

He came back to the situation at hand.

"What was that?", screamed Twilight and Spike in unison.

"Hold! Do nothing unless you're told!" Zecora somehow coherently screamed and rhymed.

"Ow. That hurt."

Zecora, Spike, and Twilight looked at the entrance of the house. John was busy bandaging his arms and checking for any other injury. When he found none, he looked back at the dragon and alicorn. Yes. He knew what she was now. How could he not?

Twilight and Spike's eyes widened. The thing could speak coherently and was sapient?

"Do nothing, either of the three of you. I will quickly explain what's true" Zecora finally spoke out. "This is John," she told Twilight and Spike, "and this is Spike and Twilight. Twilight," she told John. She broke her rhyme just this once to properly introduce them to each other.

"What is it?" asked Twilight, keeping her eyes on John as she leaned closer to

Zecora.

"I'm a human. But I doub-"

"A human!" Twilight interrupted. "Lyra's mad about them. How could I not know what you are!" Twilight asked rhetorically.

"There are other humans here?" John asked, intrigued.

"No, but now there is one. Usually Lyra reads books about anthropology and believes what's in it. Oh my Celestia! I can't believe she was right!" Twilight's eyes began growing in size as she was now imagining all the searching, researching, and re-researching she could do now.

"Uh. Is she okay?" John asked Spike.

"Don't worry. She'll eventually snap out of it. Wait, what exactly are you. A human. But what is that?" Spike asked.

"Well, I can really only say that, in my world, we dominate over most areas of the planet," John explained, "and so we form complex webs of communication and social status. There certainly inventions that make life better. However, one of my own devices was lost."

"Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh! I need you to follow me!" Twilight squealed as she bounded off. John was forced to comply and began following her, leaving with only a knife and his handgun. Spike and Zecora stayed behind to fix the itch he had come to her for in the first place.

Twilight was bouncing away and forced John to maintain a constant jog to keep up. They made it out into the clearing to find a dozen guards heading straight for the forest. The guards quickly changed trajectory. They lined up in front of John, and the leader quickly grabbed Twilight. "Stay behind us! We have found the culprit! Charge!" the leader exclaimed.

John sighed internally. He was getting real sick and tired of being attacked. John simply took out his Glock 17 and shot a round into the sky.

The sound was deafening for the guards: they fell to the ground, covering their ears. John walked passed them."Shall we continue?" John asked Twilight. Twilight just looked like a deer in headlights before snapping out of her thoughts.

"What was that device that incapacitated the guards? And why did you do that? You know how much trouble you can get in for hurting the guards?" questioned Twilight.

"Oh no," John feigned worry. "if only I had a pony that was royalty and willing to put out a word that so that I not be taken away," John said like a smart ass.

The remark went completely over Twilight's head, and she just took a quick glance at the guards, now nursing headaches, before quickly leading the way to her castle. They went around Ponyville, fearing anypony that could see John would panic.

John followed Twilight toward a castle of some sort. He didn't remember a castle back in his world, but that's most likely due to him ignoring the show when his niece would put it on. He waited near the door as Twilight went to her friends.

While waiting, John could see the dozen guards sprinting toward him. They looked mad.

"Fuck." was all John could say before he was barraged by spear jabs left and right. He barely had time to dodge the jab from the leader's spear. John unsheathed his knife, fearing that a killing a guard with his gun would indeed get him in more trouble, and quickly and started deflecting spears like a lunatic. Whenever one of the dozen guards launched a spear, John had to jump out of the way. He felt a spear graze by his leg and he quickly stood up and continued to deflect jabs.

He kept up deflecting the attacks from the dozen guards until he began to tire.

"You put up an admirable fight. But we are far more in numbers. Yield." commented the leader between jabs.

"Yeah?" huffed John. "What makes you think I'll give up? Just numbers? Funny! Here!" John quickly locked spears of two guards and punched where the spears interlocked. The guards fell back and into their comrades, and they began to fall like dominoes. The leader could only watch from the bottom of the pile as John quickly entered the castle.

"Get up! Up! After him!"

John caught his breath as he walked into the castle. He was lost in thought as he observed the wall designs and structure.

Very well structured. The frame seems to be built out of a very solid material. I don't think the material is Earth based or from Earth at all.

He came across large double doors and opened them.

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"Twilight! Where've you been?" asked Applejack. Twilight rejoined the girls who were waiting for her. Twilight looked ecstatic as she began to say something so quickly, that even Pinkie Pie couldn't keep up with her.

"Twilight, dear! Calm down, you'll tie your tongue if you speak any faster." Rarity added.

Twilight simmered down before starting off again into a blubbering mess of words. However, before the girls could stop Twilight again, the door began to open.

Each pony began to think something different.

Twilight realized she had not explained what was coming. She began to feel a surge of panic as John entered the room.

Pinkie Pie's hair grew a grey pink as she felt the sadness, almost palpable, coming off of the great creature. The creature itself looked very friendly to Pinkie Pie. She could only wonder what horrible things John had to go through to have such a heavy aura around him.

Applejack's hooves stomped nervously as the huge creature drew its attention toward the group. Despite being foreign to her, she could tell it was fit for its species.

Rarity's horn dimly glowed as she held her horn readied in case this creature tried putting its weird appendages on her. They looked stringy compared to hooves.

Rainbow Dash's wings shook as the creature began to approach them. She tried flying, but her wings were glued to her back. She was the Element of Courage! Why was she terrified? It didn't make any sense!

Fluttershy's heart trembled, with a gripping sadness. She could tell something was very off from the creature. She could tell it was a he, and he was sentient. However, no real physical emotion was shown on his face. She had seen some of her animals with such a condition after a traumatizing fight or injury.

John was about to reach the group before the double doors burst open. The dozen guards encircled John and the Mane Six.

"Stop!"

The guards looked at Twilight, puzzled.

"All of you can go back to Celestia. He is with me."

"Who's he?" A guard asked, still keeping an eye on John.

"Well, that'd be me," John spoke up.

Everyone, except Twilight and Fluttershy, gasped at hearing the strange creature speak coherent words.

"It can speak!" exclaimed the dozen guards along with four of the six Mane Six.

"He can speak." Twilight and Fluttershy correctly in unison.

"I can indeed. So sorry for not wanting to be poked or killed. You know, self defense is a thing." John deadpanned.

"Enough! Celestia told me to protect this town, and that is exactly what I'm going to do," screamed the leader before launching himself at John.

John stepped aside and avoided the attack.. Or so he thought.

The spear hit. Blood began to gush out from between the ripped skin and the spear. John shrieked before he began coughing crimson blood. The pony responsible hung onto the spear, further twisting the gash that was beginning to form on his chest. John gripped the spear in vain.

The pony thrusted and twisted the weapon further into John's exposed chest, eliciting a loud gurgle of what was John's attempt to scream. His right lung began to contract and fill with blood. The guard leader pushed the spear once more. A crunch could be heard as the spear made its way through the other side of John's chest, and blood began to squirt out from both sides of John's chest. John gurgled and began to choke on his own blood, panic surging through him.

Nevertheless, John was pale, and blood was running down his chin. His legs began to shake before he fell harshly onto the floor, struggling to keep his head upright. John lay in a small pool of blood that had begun to form, attempting to breathe with no success.

He lifted his head weakly and could see the leader step back, almost admiring the work he had done onto John.

He heard screaming and could see moving, but he hardly paid attention. John closed his eyes and collapsed onto the floor.