{Chapter 2}
[several hours later, under an apple tree, near edge of orchard]
Chance was curled up on the base of an apple tree, asleep and drooling slightly. A small squirrel poked its head from canopy of leaves and looked at the sleeping human. Clearly curious, it scampered down the trunk of the tree, stopping every now and then. Slowly the squirrel crawled closer to the slumbering Chance. It leaned foreward and sniffed chance. As soon as the squirrel started sniffing, Chance rolled over on top of the squirrel with an audible crunch (dont worry the squirrel is fine he's just under a 135+lb human), its tail visible and squirming from under the buman's back. the tail flailed this way and that, in an attempt to liberate itself from the human's crushing weight. The squirrel's hind legs pop out and dig into the ground to pull the rest of its body a 'pop' the squirrel popped out and rolled on the ground. Sitting up, the squirrel glared angrily at Chance.
An evil thought crossed the mind of the squirrel. The little creature ran up the trunk of an apple tree, and into the foliage above. Said foliage shook a little bit and a large ripe apple fell through with the intention of hitting the human. Before impact, the human caught the apple and laughed sitting up.
"Nice try little one," he said taking a bite out of said apple. "Oooh, thats juicey." Chance got up and headed parallel to the path to town, with the squirrel chattering angrilly and waving its paw angrily at him. The human pondered over the events of the night before as he was eating the apple. 'It seems I've been dumped into a world of talking marshmallow ponies, interesting,' he thought. "Question is, how the hell did I get here?"
Chance had 0 clue as to how he arrived in Equestria. Now for a little background info, yay. Chance was lone wolf of sorts. He never really liked being around others let alone family. He always preffered to keep to himself and isolate himself from everyone. I know what you're thinking, "What a weirdo," or, "Is something's wrong with him?" Stop thinking like that and read. The reason he isolates himself is because of the increasing ignorance and stupidity of those around him. For example, during his senior year of high school, common sence and intelegence were dropping like flies. "What's so terrible about that?" you might be asking. Seriously, just shut up and read. There was always this one fool in english, he was beyond intellectual redemption. The mother fucker was an african-american fellow who acted like a child, using a BAD Bill Cosby-esque voice when acting like a fool, and was a father. Chance was sure he was tackled too hard playing football or something. Such a narcissist too. His head was so far up his ass, it practically came out his mouth. And dont get him started on his taste in music.
Anyways, Chance kept walking parallel to the path and saw a town not too far from the end of the treeline. He progressed out of the orchard and into the town. As he entered the town's limits he noticed the populace consisted of ponies of different varieties, unicorns, pegasi, regular earth ponies. Chance drew in a deep breath and walked into town.
It's no surprise that the citizens gave the human odd looks. He tried to ignore them as he made his way through town, taking in some sights. Unfortunately, in the corner of the field of Chance's vision was a pink blurr, and it was getting closer.
"Oh, God no," he muttered. He quickly deduced what was about to happen and just as quick, ducked behind an apple cart. Looking over the cart, he saw the pink pony hop on by without noticeing him. 'Good. Something tells me she's an overly happy one. I've had enough problems with those types.'
More back story. Back on Earth, Chance worked at a ice cream shop in a bazaar. It was hot as hell in there during the summer and every Sunday, the place was crawling with people like ants on a piece of watermelon. What made it worse was when he had to deliver coffee to a certain hallway full of buisnesses. More specifically, the Pollo shoe shop. The owner was an annoying overly happy person who ordered coffee by the pot. No fooling, she litterally orders coffee by the pot, and that only made things worse. Hell, when Chance refused to give his name to her, she decided to reffer to him as "Justin Bieber". Chance had never been so insulted in all his life and had refused to deliver to that buisness ever again.
"I swear, Scootaloo," Chance heard a little voice say. "He was taller than Big Macintosh." He kept listening from behind the cart.
"'Big Macintosh'?" he mouthed.
"Yeah right, Applebloom," another voice said. "How can something have 'glowing eyes' and be taller than your brother?" To Chance, this voice sounded tomboyish than the other voice he heared.
"But I'm telling the truth!" the other voice said. Chance finally noticed this child's accent and remembered the filly from the night before. He got up and went around the cart. Standing there were 3 little ponies, a white unicorn with a dual color mane, the yellow earth pony from last night, and an orange chi... pegasus with a purple mane. "You believe me, dont you, Sweetiebelle?"
Chance was in Sweetiebelle's field of vision and she focused on him, wide-eyed. "I do now, Applebloom," she said raising a hoof to point at Chance. The others turned to see what she was pointing at.
"Applebloom? I like 'Squee' better," Chance said looking over the fillies. Scootaloo's jaw litterally dropped to the ground as she took in what was standing in front of her.
"See, I told you," the yellow filly told her orange friend. Scootaloo was dumbfounded by what she was seeing. A human, just as her friend was telling her.
"How?" Scootaloo asked. Sweetiebelle hopped over her.
"Wow," she said in awe. "How did you get"
"I dont know," Chance said. He thought about it for a moment. "In fact, I dont even know where I am. Where am I?"
The 3 fillies looked at each other confused. This human asked them a question that wasn't normally asked. Clearly they didn't know how to react. Finally one spoke up.
"Uhh... You're in Ponyville?" Applebloom said, unsure of how to respond.
Chance looked around for a second, "I noticed." Since these fillies were of no use to him as to know where he is, the human had to look elsewhere. "Ok, do you know anywhere else where I can get some more information, or something?"
The fillies gathered around eachother and put their little hooves to their chins. The human smirked at how adorable they looked. He noticed some ponies stopped to stare at him. He looked up to gesture them away, only for them to immediately look away and pretend they weren't staring. Chance returned his attention to the young fillies.
"Ooh, ooh, ooh, oohoohooh," Sweetiebelle yelled out, waveing her foreleg over her head. (You know like when she wanted to ask Cheerilee about the editor in chief.)
'Ok? Ponies in this universe seem to have more range with their forelegs, than those back home,' Chance thought, looking at Sweetiebelle.
"Yes... Uhm... Little white unicorn," Chance said to Sweetiebelle, not knowing what her name is.
"My name is Sweetiebelle," she said.
"Right, you were saying?" he said.
"What about the library? Twilight runs it and she knows alot about stuff," Sweetiebelle proposed.
"Ok. Where is it?" Chance responded. The fillies outstretched their left forelegs in the same general direction. "Thanks, young'uns," he said as he started to walk in that direction.
"But y'all better hurry. My sister said that she and friends are goin' to Canterlot soon," Applebloom said.
"Alright. Thanks Squee," Chance yelled running in the direction of the library.
The human ran past ponies of all colors. Red, blue, yellow, hell even grey, you name it, he passed it. Suddenly he stopped.
'Shit!' He thought slapping his forehead. 'I forgot to ask what the fucking library looks like.' Weaving his fingers through his short hair, he sighed hard.
Chance looked around for any sign of a library. He noticed the buildings were primative, almost midieval looking. One building stood out from the others. A large tree smack dab in the middle of town. This tree had windows and even a couple of balconies.
"Wonder if that's the library," Chance said. He noticed the sign in front of it was that of an open book. "Right. 'Golden Oak Library?' Fitting." (No seriously, apparently it's called Golden Oak Library. *shrugs* Even I was surprised when I was doing research. Hell, it was originaly called "The Tree of Knowing" according to Lauren.)
The human started to walk over to the library. While he was still quite distance away, a golden carriage pulled by two white pegasi in identical golden armor landed infront of the library. Chance stopped dead in his tracks.
"What the fuck?" Chance wispered. He hid out of view and observed.
[meanwhile inside the library]
"TWILIGHT!" yelled a small purple and green dragon. "COME ON, THE CARRIAGE WILL BE HERE ANY MINUTE"
The little dragon grew impatient waiting on Twilight. Standing in the foyer of the library, he tapped his little foot with his arms crossed in a little tuxedo with a red bowtie. If he turned around, he would see Chance making his way to the library. The walls were lined with wall to wall with books and a large wooden bust of a horse head in the center.
"HOLD UP, SPIKE," yelled Twilight from another room. She seemed to be stuggling with something, hinted my many grunts and groans of frustration.
Spike rolled his eyes and glanced out the window for a spit-second. He noticed a tall bipedal creature walking towards the library and looked away like it was nothing. Wait, tall bipedal creature? He quickly looked back out the window to confirm what he saw. Unfortunately for him, the carriage passed by the window and obrstructed his view for a second. By the time he could see again, it was gone.
"What the?" Spike said. Then he remembered that the carriage was here. "Oh right. TWILIGHT, THE CARRIAGE IS HERE!"
"I'M COMING SPIKE!" Twilight called out coming out of a hole at the top of the stairs. Twilight was a lavender unicorn mare... was. Now she's an alicorn princess. She had a dark purple mane and tail with 2 stripes of pink and light purple, and a cutie mark consisting of a hexagram surounded by 5 smaller hexagrams. She wore a cape to conceal her newly aquired set of wings. Suddenly...
Floof. "UGH," she groaned. Twilight's wings have popped out from under the cape. "These darn wings keep popping out out." She made it to the bottom of the stairs and to the door.
"Here, I got it," Spike offered, folding the alicorn's wings. When he tucked them under her cape, the little dragon climbed on top, anchoring the wings with his body. "There you go."
"Thanks Spike," giggled Twilight. "That's why you're my number 1 assistant. Now let's get going."
Her horn glowed a raspberryish color, as did the door handle, as she used her magic to open the door. Waiting outside was the carriage and guards/carriage drivers. Making sure she locked the door, Twilight and Spike boarded the open carriage, and they took off.
Spike looked over to where he saw Chance. There he stood. And he was looking straight at him. Creeped out, Spiked hid from view as he slid off Twilight.
"That's just creepy," Spike whispered to himself.
"What was that?" Twilight asked, hearing her assistant.
"Uh, nothing," Spike lied, which made the alicorn roll her eyes.
[back on the ground]
"The fuck?" Chance said. He watched as a golden carriage landed, picked up a purple unicorn and dragon, and leave.
Chance watched as the carriage flew away. He made eye contact with the dragon atop the pony. He looked straight into the dragons eyes for a second before it ducked down. Once again nearby ponies were staring and whispering amongst themselves. Fed up of their gossipping, the human decided to do something about it.
"Do you mind?" Chance asked the bystanders. As soon as he said that the ponies that gathered disperesed. "Thank you."
Chance walked up to the door of the library, grabbed the door handle and pushed. Nothing. He grabbed both handles and attempted to open it again. Nothing again.
"Damn, it's locked," he said. The librarian had left. Any normal person would give up and return the next day. This wasn't the case.
"Wait. The child said that her sister was going with her friends to this 'Canterlot,'" Chance thought outloud. He turned around and put his hand to his chin. "What if she's friends with the librarian. Even though she was just picked up by a charriot drawn by flying horses, there's still a chance they know something." Looking around at the scenery, he deduces the perfect course of action. "This place looks primative compared to home. I'm guessing they're main mode of transportation would be railroad. So I got to find this trainstation. Then and only then, will I stop talking to myself."
