-location: Human World-
Morning, the time of day that I always see.
My room in this world is semi normal for a teen. On one side is my desk, an antique phone from the 1910's on one corner. On my walls are posters for some indie bands that I met. In one corner is my twin sized bed. Other than for the metal bands I like, the antiques, and liking anime, I am a normal teen.
I do my usual routine: shower while blaring some music, throw on deodorant, trim up my goatee, same shit most people normally do.
This time, it's different.
I now see three figures in the mirror. Just me in human form, my ponified form, and then that thing.
That damn thing that was haunting me back in Equestria. It even followed me here. Oh well. If it's not harming me, I don't really care.
I make my way downstairs and make myself some toast and coffee. Wake up and smell the coffee, they always say.
As soon as I was done, I brushed my teeth. For some reason I was thinking about my dentist in Equestria, Colgate. "Brush well," she always says.
I make my way to my bus stop. Where I live, it's a small but expanding neighborhood.
"What's up fucker?!"
That's my best friend Alphonse. You know when you and someone are best friends when you greet eachother with a warm smile and a insult.
"Oh nothing, just standing here, waiting for the bus. You?" I say with a smile
"Same here, it's always the same old bland shit."
Life in this neighborhood is bland. Last time there was something big here was when Justin Bieber came through to the music center not to far from here. Of course I was one of the few guys flipping him the bird.
"Hey Al, dare me to start blaring 'Bloodletting' near the driver?"
"Dude, do it. You got those loud ass headphones, everyone could hear it."
As our bus driver came up, I got it prepped. If you ever listened to Lamb of God in the early years, you would know that it's incomprehensible unless you have the lyrics memorized.
-time lapse. Location: School-
"Damn, you really pissed off the bus driver," said Zelda.
Zelda is one of my other best friends, a cute but dorky girl of 15. (A/N: Anyone says anything about her being related to the character in the Legend of Zelda games, I swear to god I will kick them so hard their children will be mentally retarded for a few generations.)
"Yeah I know. Pretty damn priceless," I said in a happy mood.
Me, Zelda, and Al all laughed about what I did, until I felt that presence again. That same chaotic presence that I felt when I was eating with the CMC.
"Free me, I will grant you all of your desires," it beckons me.
I was shaken outta my trance when I heard the bell ring.
"Well I gotta go, see you two around. I gotta head to calculus," Al said hurrying off.
"Yeah me to. It's off to English with me," Zelda said also hurrying.
Well, I guess I should be going to. My first class of the day is cello. I loved to play that thing. Each stroke of the bow is like a stress reliever.
I'm the only student in the class that has been wanting to play pieces by Apocalyptica, everyone else is playing things like Beethoven and Mozart. Don't catch me wrong, I respect those two, but I love the sound of symphonic metal.
My cello class is in the same room as the other instrument classes. It kinda ruins my flow when I'm trying to play "Holy Diver" by Dio and some douche bag with one of those big ass drums hits really hard and laughs about it when I slip on my bow because of it.
That class goes on as normal. Just sit around behind my cello and practice a few tunes.
My next class is computer programming one. It's an easy class, since the programming language we are learning there is Visual Basic.
Class goes on as normal, sit around, learn about how the language works, work a few examples, and when the bell rings, pack up your shit and move onto your next class.
Thankfully for me, it's lunch. Oh how i love that sweet half hour where all you do is gather with your friends and talk. Since we are on block scheduling, the lunches and classes vary upon day.
I don't have Alphonse nor Zelda in this lunch. Instead I'm stuck with some of my brony friends.
"Hello everypony." That's Micheal, a man of 16. He is a bit of your stereotypical geek, like cosplay-everyday-if-he-wanted kind of geek.
"Hey Micheal!" Everypony- fuck I meant everyone, responded.
There's Glados, a southern girl of 17. About as honest as Applejack. Hell, you could say they are almost one in the same. Glados has the same hat.
And then there's me. We all discuss our day so far and they keep on talking about ponies.
Ha ha ha, if only they knew.
Time passes by and lunch and the class of the day ends sending everyone home. I still can't shake off the feeling that something is haunting me.
I know it's nothing like a ghost but it's something like that. It still beckons me. Ever since last night. Or is it yesterday? Dammit, this shit is getting old.
I make it home on the bus, after saying good bye to Al, I head inside. Today was my lucky day. No homework. Kick ass!
"Now I guess I might as well celebrate," I say to no one in particular.
You would think I would celebrate with something like video games, but that's not how I usually celebrate.
How I celebrate is just heading out to my decent sized backyard with my paintball gun and a couple of cans.
I like to play paintball, it's one of those sports where you and your friends can shoot people for sport without killing anyone. Oh, how would almost everypony back in Equestria find this sport to be too cruel to be legal.
I own three guns. All from Tippmann. I have a 98 Custom with a 14 inch carbon fiber barrel, a A-5 with a RAP4 M4 accessory kit including a flip out bipod, and a Alpha Black. I prefer my A-5.
Anyway, I set up the cans to the edge of yard. Since there's a big open field behind my house, there's no fear of hitting anything. After a half hour and a few hopper refills, that dragon like thing speaks again.
"This sport is actually legal back Equestria. They are building a field back in Ponyville," it says matter-of-factly.
As usual, I ignore it. Huh I wonder how they play paintball with hooves?
Another half an hour passes by, I hear the garage open up. Sounds like my parents are home.
"Hey son, what's up," my dad asks.
"Oh nothing, just keeping my skills sharp. You?"
"I'm good, long day in the office," fatigue obvious in his voice.
"I can tell. Do you know when Ma is coming home?"
"She said that she will be back tomorrow before you come home."
My mom is a commercial jet pilot. She is right now returning from a flight to Italy and then to Japan. Easy flight for her, she's like Rainbow Dash, fuckin' loves to fly.
"Awesome. Perhaps once she comes back we could all go play a game of p-ball?" I ask with a twinkle in my eye.
My family loves shooting sports, we even consider shooting paint eachother as family bonding time. The only sport we watched for the Olympics was just both the male and female skeet shooting.
"Maybe. Let's see what the wallet says after your mother comes home," he said with a bright smile.
I just did a "yes" in victory and put away all my paintball shit. I think I might have done a number on the CO2 tanks. Shit felt empty.
A few hours pass after I had dinner I decided that I might as well get ready for bed. I already am as tired as fuck.
"See you back in Equestria," the draconequis taunts.
I swear that fucker is getting annoying.
I say my good nights to my old man and go off to bed.
Hello everypony. Sorry for this chapter not being centered around Equestria, boo hoo. I neededd to establish the human world and its going ons. If anypony has a 3DS add me. My code is 0130-2344-4357. I might be doing a liv chats in the near future while I work on future chapters on Google Docs. PM me your username or put it in the reviews and I will inform you of when the live chat is. Any who, this is Chronic Writer's Block signing off.