Disclaimer: I don't don't own My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I do, however, own all of the OC's in the story unless stated otherwise. I also don't own Rubik's cubes.

WARNING: DARK-FIC. THIS STORY IS NOT FOR THE FAINT HEARTED. DO NOT READ IF DEATH, EXCESSIVE CURSING, SUICIDE, DRUGS, ALCOHOL, OR SELF HARM BOTHERS AND/OR EFFECTS YOU IN ANY WAY. THIS STORY CONTAINS THEM. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

AN: Hello again readers! I am back, this time with an MLP fic! I'm hoping that this will be received well. It's going to be really dark in the beginning, as well as a few spots later on, so fair warning. I'm also now free to beta read, so PM me if you would like your story beta read. Also PM me if you have any ideas for the story. I won't include every idea I receive, but i will accept the ones I like. As always, enjoy the story and R&R!


Chapter 1: Introducing Issac

Another day passes by. Another person dies. More time for me to wallow in despair. This time it was Alex. He shot himself in the head after he got into a fight with his parents. At least, that's what Hannah told me.

Looking at the text, I can't help but feel like its somehow my fault. Somewhere along the line I did something. I made him pull the trigger. It's my fault. It's always my fault.

Turning off the phone, I look at the nightstand next to my bed. The clock reads 5:37 AM. Well, I guess there is no sleep for me tonight, damn insomnia. I drag myself to the bathroom and take a quick shower.

Upon feeling refreshed, I hop out of the shower, towel myself dry, and change into my daily wear. A pair of black skinny jeans, a band T-shirt, and my Converse. Today's band T-shirt was Avenged Sevenfold. I combed my black hair down and swept it across my face, barely covering my blue eyes.

Another day... Let's get it over with. I left my house to take a walk around town. Hannah probably went back to sleep so I couldn't go see her, so I guess a cup of coffee wouldn't hurt. It's too early to drink anyways.

The town itself wasn't a bad place. Sure it had it's rough neighborhood, but what place didn't. I live in a small house near the edge of that neighborhood. Other than the few convenience stores and the one coffee place, it was a pretty dull piece of the world.

Rounding the corner of my block, I could see the coffee place, Express Espresso, at the corner. It was always open. That's one thing I can be thankful for.

Making my way to the front door, I could smell the sweet aroma of caffeine and coffee beans emanating from the shop.

"Hannah?"

"Hey Issac." The short, blond hair, green eyes girl waves at me, but no happiness is shown in her expression. It's something I don't see very often. She is always so cheerful and full of energy.

You join her at her table. "Hannah, why are you here this early? It's not even six yet."

"After hearing about Alex I couldn't go back to sleep, so I came here hoping to relax and try and get this off my mind. Why are you here this early?"

"Insomnia."

"Again? You need to go to the doctor or something."

"I'll be fine. How are you holding up?"

"So far so good." She gives a big sigh, so I reach across the table and grab her hand.

"You know it is okay to cry. Let's head back to my place, I just got to make a quick stop along the way." She nodded, tears already forming in her eyes.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the coffee shop down the street. Passing by my place, she gives me a look of confusion.

"Where are we going?"

"I have to make a quick stop first. Thank God I have wallet on me."

"You're buying pot again aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"You really should stop that you know. It's not good for you."

"Neither is cutting your wrists, but you don't see me bitching to you about it, do you Hannah." That shut her up real quickly. She unconsciously tugged at her sleeve with her free hand.

After what seems like forever (only like 3 minutes) of walking into the 'bad' neighborhood, we got to the house I was looking for. I knocked and pulled out my wallet. After a moment the door opened to reveal a pasty white guy, no older than 23, glaring at us.

"What do you want?"

"Flowers."

"Oh. Come on in." He let you both inside, immediately greeting you with the smell of... flowers. As he walks to an adjoining room, he calls out to you.

"How much?"

"Ten this time Rex, and make sure it's the good stuff. Not that crap I got last time."

"Alright alright, don't get your panties in a wad." He leaves me alone with Hannah while he gets the... flowers.

"Flowers?" Hannah gives me a questioning look.

"It's code. There are always cops in this neighborhood so you have to be careful. He even gives you an actual flower in you buy something."

"How sweet." She deadpans. I give a slight chuckle at that.

"Here you are, just like you asked. Don't worry, it is definitely the good stuff, as promised. The flower is for the lady." He gives me a small bag and proceeds to give Hannah a white rose.

"It's so pretty."

"Yeah, I took a lot of florticulture classes in high school. I came to love plants. Anyways, pay up mister big spender."

You roll your eyes at him and hand him the money which he counts greedily. "All seems to be in order. Come back anytime!"

"You know I'll be back Rex, just can the dramatic crap."

"You wound me deeply Issac."

"Whatever, let's go." You grab Hannah's hand and head for the door. "Oh wait, almost forgot." You take the bag and place it in Hannah's purse. "I can't have anyone see that."

"Wait a minute! I'm not carrying your dope."

"Well if you don't, I can't leave. You wouldn't leave me here all alone, now would you?"

"... Never again will this happen."

"Thanks Hannah." We both leave the house and walk back towards my place, Hannah admiring the rose the whole way.

Finally back at my place, I take the 'dope' from Hannah and place it on my dresser.

"Hey Hannah."

"Yeah."

"Just cry already." She looks a little shocked at my choice of words, but soon she starts to tear up. That leads to quiet sobbing and then to full on crying.

"It's just not fair Issac!" She latches into my arm and I do my best to comfort her. "He was one of the last people we had! It's just not fair!"

"I know. It's hard for me too."

"How? You're not even crying."

"Practice. Bottling up my emotions is way easier than letting them show." She continues her crying for a while longer before coming to a stop.

"Thanks Issac. I needed that."

"Anytime. That's what I'm here for."

"I'm going to head home now. I need to talk to Sarah about this too. She needs someone's shoulder to cry on too."

"Crap. Sarah will take this the worst."

"Yeah... thanks again Issac." She gives my cheek a kiss before leaving. I'll never understand that girl. That kiss was completely sisterly, but I have had feelings for her for a while now.

Sighing, and falling back into my bed, I ponder about what I was going to do for the rest of today... God, life is so boring. I'm seventeen for crying out loud, these are supposed to be the best years of my life. No such luck for me.

Let's recount the past, shall we. Dad died when I was five from cancer, mom followed shortly after from not being able to deal with dad's death. She hung herself. I was taken in by my Aunt who despised me. I didn't like her that much either, but she gave me food and a bed so I wasn't complaining. Around age ten she said when I was eighteen, I was leaving. I got a job at fifteen and saved up some money to move out myself. The next year the cops show up with a lawyer stating that mom and dad had a very nice chunk of change in a private account for me. They said that since I wasn't eighteen, they were going to put the account in my aunts name until I became of age. Why they didn't show up earlier is beyond me.

She signed the papers, withdrew all of the money, took ten percent of it and said get out. She put the rest in my hands and left me with nowhere to go. I was of course a lot wealthier. I ended up going to my only friend, Hannah's place and asking if I could stay there. I promised I would pay for everything I used and I would even pay some of the rent if they wanted. They, being the nice people they are, took me in, but refused the money. After a year there, I bought a place of my own and this is where I've been for nearly the past year.

That's a pretty messed up life. Of course I didn't bother with school. After I turned seventeen, I dropped out and became a lazy shut in. The only skill I have that is remotely remarkable is my ability to solve a Rubik's cube. Yeah, I'm also a closet nerd.

Out if nowhere, I hear a knock on the door. Is Hannah back already? I get up to meet her, but I instead find myself face to face with a mail lady.

She was slender and about my height with slightly tanned skin. Her eyes were teal. Odd color for eyes, but they are still very pretty. Her uniform was midnight blue with splotches of black. Her bag was black with a moon on it.

"Can I help you?"

"Are you Issac Porter?"

"I never put my last name on anything. It disgusts me. How do you know it?" How the hell does she know my last name!"

"I thought so. My sister was very informative and you match the description." Okay, officially creeped out by the hot mail lady.

"What do you want?"

"Oh silly me, forgetting what I came here to do. This is for you. The letter will explain everything in more detail. I hope to see you again Issac." She walks away after handing me a square package.

"Wait! What's your name? You know mine, it's only fair that I know yours."

She turns and looks at you. "My official title is Princess Lunacae. You may just call me Luna." She turns around and then... disappears!? Okay, that was freaky as hell. Looking down at the box, I can't help bit wonder what's inside. Closing the door, I retreat to my bedroom, box in hand.

Pulling out a small pocket knife, I cut through the binding that held the lid shut and peeked at the contents of the box. On top was the letter that Luna spoke of.

Opening it revealed very elegant calligraphy. Damn, must have taken a day to write this. I open it and read:

Dear Issac Porter:

You do not know me, but I do hope to meet you. You have already met my sister, Luna, and I do hope she wasn't much trouble. She can be quite a handful at times. The purpose of this letter is to request your aid. An evil plagues the land I live in, Equestria. It has not yet shown itself, but I feel it drawing nearer. I require your assistance for this, and I will be eternally grateful if you accept.

Inside the package that you received, I have taken the liberty to provide a few objects that will help you.

First is a backpack. If you place something inside, it will not break no matter how fragile. It also makes it seem that you are carrying less than what is in the bag.

Second is two small glass orbs for you to test the bag with. I promise I am not lying, but if you do not believe me you may test it yourself.

Third is a bag full of bits, our form of currency. Should you choose to accept, this will be sufficient until, and if you do, choose to exchange your human currency for our own. For reference, one bit is equal to one U.S. dollar.

Finally, there is a pendant inside with our royal crest on it. It will give you an immunity status that will protect you from many citizens and other beings who might try to harm you due to your unique appearance. In short, you will have royal protection.

If you choose to accept, simply put the pendent on before sleeping and we will know that you accept. If you don't wish to accept, don't put the pendant on. After you fall asleep, all memories of what has just transpired will be erased and everything will be as it seemed before Luna arrived.

Should you choose to our aid, I would ask that you place any belongings you wish to bring in the backpack before you leave. It will be taken with you.

I'm also aware of your insomnia. Inside a small bag at the bottom of the box is a pill that will make you fall asleep in a few minutes. It will work, I promise you.

You are the only one who can save us. I hope to hear a favorable reply.

Yours truly,

Princess Celestia

...What? That's all I can think of at the moment. What? Taking a moment to gather my thoughts, I ask myself a butt load of questions.

Who are they? Why do they need my help? Where is Equestria? Why do they refer to me as human? Are they not human? What evil could he stopped by one skinny teenager? Do they really expect me to believe all of this?

I look back at the package, after folding the letter up and placing it on my dresser, and pull out the items. Sure enough there is a backpack, orange in color, but otherwise normal looking, the two glass orbs, a small bad with a green pill inside, and the pendant.

The pendant is definitely interesting to say the least. Its about twice the size of a quarter and appears to be made of pure silver. The front shows the royal crest that Princess Celestia spoke of, while the back is adorned with a solitary emerald. This thing must be worth a fortune.

This has to be a prank from Hannah. She hired the lady to put on a ridiculous outfit and give me a box of junk. The pendant looks real too. Even the 'bits' look like real gold. Ha! Good one Hannah, I almost believed it for a moment, but I'll play along.

I gather up my most valuable possessions. My pot, my chew, my cigarettes, my pipe, and my Rubik's cubes and put them in a pile. They should all fit, but I'm curious about the glass orbs. I take one in my hands and walk to the kitchen trash can. Damn, these things weigh like 40 pounds! Holding it halfway from the bottom, I drop it in and it explodes into little bits. Not surprising.

I walk back to room and pick up the last orb. Opening the backpack, I aim at it and throw the orb inside, earning a satisfying... nothing? That's not right, it should have broke? I reach inside the bag and pull out a completely intact orb. What?

It must be fake glass. You almost got me again Hannah. Smiling, I take the orb to the trash can and throw it away. It shatters once it hits the bottom. Slowly, I turn back towards the trash can and look inside. It definitely broke.

That's crazy. It's not possible. I run back to my room and stuff my things inside the bag. Lifting it, I find that it weighs roughly a pound.

"What the hell! I put at least 20 pounds worth of crap in there!"

I yell loudly at no one. So either this is some really elaborate prank, this is a real request from a princess of some unknown land, or I'm high as fuck.

I haven't smoked anything, so I can't be high. No offense to Hannah, but she couldn't pull of something like this, so...

I sit back on my bed and breathe heavily. So there is a princess who wants my help? That's so messed up. At least her sister is hot though.

The only thing left is the pill and the pendant. She really needs my help? Am I really the only one that can help her? If all I have to do is put on this pendant and go to sleep, I might as well help her if I can. The only problem would be falling asleep.

Wait, she said that she gave me a pill to help me sleep. I pick up the green pill and study it for a moment. This will help me? I've tried many kinds of sleeping pills, natural remedies, even just being knocked out, but nothing helps. Well, being knocked out does, but I wake up with an insane headache so I choose not to do that.

Everything she said has been truthful this far, so she couldn't have lied about this. Shrugging, I pop the pill in my mouth and swallow. I put the pendant around my neck and lied back in bed. Not a minute later my vision starts to cloud and I become incredibly drowsy. The feeling is almost euphoric. My first restful sleep. How long I've waited for this.

I smile as the unfamiliar feeling of being pulled into a heavy sleep overwhelms me.


"Where am I?" I sit up and notice I am no longer in my bed. Or in my house. The bed I'm laying in is incredibly soft and very comfortable. The room was intricately designed and was covered in gold and silver decorum. Standing up from the bed and stretching, like one should do after enjoying their sleep, the door to the room opens, and in walks a pony... wait! A pony!

I give a double take as a snow white pony with a large crown and golden slippers walks up to me. She, I assume based on her figure, adorned a pair of wings and a large horn as well.

"Greetings Issac, I am Princess Celestia. Welcome to Equestria."

I stare at her with my mouth hanging open. The pony just talked. I, being the manly man I am, do the most sensible thing in the world. I faint.