Alfred blinked, much too shocked to say anything. Staring back at him was a… what in the fuck was it? It had Arthur's small and lean upper torso, his skinny arms and messy, blond hair still atop his head with those overgrown caterpillars also still glued to his forehead. The seemingly ever-present scowl was there as well. Alfred once(okay fine, maybe like…. a lot more times than just once), joked that that scowl was stuck to his permanently. Of course, he couldn't come up with any jokes now because, surely, this must be fake for Arthur's lower was that of a horse. A frail but strong horse with a pure, white coat that seemed to glisten and shine. It kinda hurt his eyes thanks to the sun reflecting off of the coat. Another oddity, (that MUST also be fake) was protruding from the middle of the older males forehead. Like a horn. Oh but not just any horn! A unicorns horn! The spiraled horn softly glimmered in the light. Alfred swore he heard a slight humming sound coming from somewhere on.. this… whatever the fuck it is. The two stared at each other for a moment, until finally, Arthur broke the silence with a huff, his arms crossing over his chest.
"I bloody fucking told you they were real."
He then turned and trotted away looking oddly proud as his silver hooves clopped softly against the grass.
Alfred stared after.. that.. and just.. he felt so disturbed and no longer innocent. He could literally feel the last of his innocence slowly dying and withering away. He glanced to the side, nose crinkled in discomfort then glanced down at his now cold coffee in a Starbucks cup. After a few moments of staring down at it, Alfred grabbed the lid and dumped the cooled liquid out then returned the lid atop the cup. "No more coffee for me." The young male simply stated as he turned on his heel and walked in the opposite direction of what he hoped was just a horribly bad dream.