Chapter 1: Welcome to Ponyville

Welcome to The Voices. Not much to say. Just enjoy I guess.

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"So this is Ponyville huh?" A gray stallion wondered as he wandered through the town. "What's so great about this rinky-dink town anyways?" He muttered as he looked at the multicolored buildings.

Burn it.

"This again? Shut up, whatever the hay you are." He mentally chastised the voice. "Can't you just shut up for a few minutes?"

No.

He rolled his eyes and just continued trotting around the town until his stomach reminded him that he hadn't eaten all day. "I need food." He grumbled and asked a random green pony passing by where to get some food.

After pointing him in the direction of the market, the green pony went on her way and the other trotted to the market.

Asking for directions? Why not just blast a few buildings aside and find your way that way?

He pretended not to hear it and after a few moments, he found himself standing in the middle of a street with dozens of stands lining the sides of the road selling a wide assortment of different foods.

He quickly scanned the stands and decided simply to grab a few apples from one of the stands. He trotted up to a nearby apple stand and addressed the orange mare standing behind the counter. "Hello. Can I get four apples please?"

"Sure thing." The mare responded in a southern drawl. She quickly turned, grabbed four shiny red apples and placed them on the counter. "That'll be four bits."

He nodded and four bits floated out of his saddle bag and dropped next to the apples.

"Ain't seen ya'll round here before." She said as she swiped the bits off the counter into a small box behind the booth. "Ya new in town?"

Again he nodded. "I'm just visiting. Some pony said that Ponyville was an interesting place to visit." He answered and took an experimental bite out of one of the apples. "Mmhmm...That's good." He half moaned.

"Why thank ya kindly." She blushed slightly and tipped her hat forward.

In a moment, the pony had finished the apple, core and all. "I may have to come back later for more." He said with a smile as he levitated the remaining three into his bag. "Thank you miss..." He left the sentence hanging.

"Just call me Applejack." She chuckled.

"Well okay then Applejack. I'm Wanderlust. I hope to see you around sometime." He bowed his head slightly and turned away.

Should have killed her.

"Shut up." He grumbled before trotting off in a random direction.

Soon he arrived in a small park. Looking around, he saw it was mostly empty except for a purple colored unicorn reading a book on a nearby bench. Deciding to leave her in peace, he took a seat under a shady oak tree and began to slowly, but surely, devour the apples, savoring each bite.

He sighed contently and would have nodded off into a peaceful sleep if it weren't for the voice driving any thoughts of sleep from his mind.

Burn something.

"No."

Kill a pony.

"No."

Steal something.

"No."

Please...?

"Okay."

Really?

"NO!" He shouted out loud eliciting a squeak from a nearby pony. He turned his attention in the squeak and saw a yellow pegasus shaking behind her soft pink mane. "Oh, I'm sorry."

I'm not.

"Are you okay?" He continued. The only response he got was a soft squeak and the sight of a soft blue eye peeking out from behind the veil of pink. "I'll take that as a yes?" He asked.

She nodded slightly and poked her face out of her curtain of hair. "W-Why did you yell?" She asked shakily.

"Oh, I'm just a little crazy." He chuckled, only half joking.

This elicited a small smile from the pegasus. She looked at the stallion lying under the tree. He had a simple light gray coat with his short mane and tail being only a slightly darker color. His eyes were a light blue that seemed to be somewhere between ice and the clear sky with a gray horn sticking out of his forehead a short distance from his hair line. He had a simple brown saddlebag on his back that obscured his cutie mark. She quickly blushed as she realized that she was just staring at him.

He pretended not to notice and asked her what her name was. "F-Fluttershy." She squeaked. "What's y-your..." She got quieter with each word until her last word couldn't even be heard.

Luckily, Wanderlust knew what she was asking. "My name is Wanderlust. It is a pleasure to meet you Fluttershy." He said and flashed a charming smile.

She blushed lightly at his smile.

She's cute when she blushes. Wouldn't you like to see more red on her?

He scowled and shot to his hooves. "Excuse me Miss Fluttershy. I must be going."

She took a step back seeing his expression. "O-Okay!" She squeaked.

He nodded quickly and turned away before galloping away.

KILL HER! KILL HER! KILL HER!

Once he was a considerable distance from Fluttershy, he quickly ran behind a tree and roared, "SHUT UP!" before he dropped onto his haunches and put his face in his hooves. "Just leave me alone..." He groaned to the voice.

It was silent for a moment until he heard low laughter from inside his head. Not for the first time, he considered cracking his own skull in an attempt to drive the voice out.

Moments, later all was quiet except for birds chirping somewhere in the distance. He pulled his face away from his hooves and looked around. The only thing nearby was a small brown bunny looking at him curiously.

After a moment it hopped over to him and sniffed him cautiously. He just smiled and brought a hoof to the bunny's head. When it didn't pull away, he placed it gently on it's head and gave the bunny a single scratch behind it's ears making it thump it's foot in joy.

Wanderlust felt his smile grow at the sight and he scratched behind the bunny's ear a little more, earning a few more thumps of it's foot. His smile vanished as an image of his hoof smashing down on the bunny's head flashed in his mind. He gasped sharply and the bunny quickly scurried away.

It was a full five minutes before he was able to breath normally. "What is wrong with me?" He gasped.

Again the laughter came and Wanderlust found himself scared. He was stiff until the laughter faded into nothingness leaving nothing but an oppressive silence in it's place.

By this point, Celestia's sun was beginning to fall below the horizon as Luna's moon slowly rose. Despite his shaken nerves, Wanderlust soon found his eye lids growing heavy. He decided to just spend the night in the tree he was under.

A few futile hops later, Wanderlust found himself nestled between two thick branches. He laid on his back and placed his saddlebag on his stomach. "Goodnight moon," He murmured as his eyes closed, after taking in the sight of the crescent moon.

Sweet dreams fool...

There we go. Chapter 1 is finished. Not an exceptionally long chapter but hopefully you still enjoyed it. Future chapter will definitely be longer but I am not exactly a wonderful author who can create a long and eloquent flow of words so my chapters will never be very long. (Note: An average chapter for me will be 1800-3000 words. Just in case you were wondering.)

Anyways...Until next time, I bid you a fond farewell.