I saw my dead corpse collapsed on the ground. My left hand still maintained a grip on the beautiful pistol that was forced to perform a horrific act of vigilance. My right arm was bent in the most unusual of ways, one that appeared as if it would hurt a living person. A lot, might I add.

I don't understand this; why am I still here? What's the purpose of making me stare at my dead body? What's the purpose with me still being here exactly?

I started sobbing over the choice I had just performed, though no tears fell from my eyes. I guess when you die, there is nothing there to create tears anymore. So the best alternative is to sob. I require no air anymore, no breathing, no life, no death, apparently. My ghost had flown over to my dead body and I tried my best to fuse with it once more, though I couldn't perform said action successfully.

My heart sank when the reality of the matter set in that I am now dead.

Suddenly, my ghost was being dragged by an unknown force. I was being dragged into the sky, away from my dead body. I struggled mightily to strive back towards my body, but found myself only being pulled away faster, farther, higher. As I was pulled behind the clouds, I stopped trying to return to my body. Instead, I was hypnotized by some beautiful, swirling colors, almost like that of a kaleidoscope. The colors were pretty, taking my mind off of my suicide for a brief moment.

This spectacular light show lasted only for a split second, then everything faded to black. I was all alone in this dark universe, scared for my...life?

My mind was once again taken off of my fears as the surrounding area had become brightly colorful. The surrounding area was brightly colored, giving off such a warm, compassionate, and friendly feeling. Nearby were some apple trees and a calm, steadily flowing stream. In the far off distance was a large red barn and in the line of vision, near the horizon line, was a town attached to the side of a steep mountain.

"What is this place?" I quietly asked myself, "It's so colorful and warm!"

I began walking over towards the stream to quench my thirst, which randomly hit me as did these colors, but found myself face first in the ground, unable to ease my fall. I looked down at my feet and, instead, saw four emerald colored hooves. I was both stunned and amazed at this one little detailing I spotted. I was stunned because I had hooves now, but I was amazed because emerald green was one of my favorite colors and the fact that I had hooves now.

"What happened?" I muttered, "Where am I?"

I looked around frantically and began to panic. I didn't know where I was, how I got here, or even why I was here. All I knew was that I was here, whether I wanted to or not.

I stood back up on my four legs now, which seemed really weird, honestly. Walking on four legs was like the equivalent of crawling back in the human world. It wasn't natural, but I guess after a while, one could get used to this style of "walking."

After getting used to my new style of walking, I had begun approaching the red barn I saw from earlier. I figured that I should attempt to make a connection with someone, even if it meant that my life would be put in danger. Let's be honest, when you come from where I'm from, the last thing you'd want to do is make connections with a complete stranger. However, since I was raised in this environment, I could easily defend myself, should the situation get out of hand – err, out of hoof, I mean.

I continued my pursuits towards the barn and found myself quickly approaching it. It seemed as if time moved a lot quicker here in this world than back on earth. I wonder if that will be a good thing or a bad thing. Frankly, I'm wondering if I'm still alive or not.

As I approached the barn further, I noticed that there was a red colored stallion, an orange mare, a yellow filly, and a bright green mare. The bright green mare appeared older than anyone else there, but still appeared to be working just as hard as the other three were. I approached the side of the barn, near the entrance, but did not enter onto the property. I watched as the four of them did their hard farm work. Over time, the little yellow filly noticed me and called out to the orange mare.

"Applejack..." the filly called out, her voice somewhat hinting towards fear.

"What is it, Apple Bloom?" The orange mare, Applejack, called back, turning around to face her, noticing me in the process.

The filly, Apple Bloom, pointed one of her little yellow hooves at me as Applejack started approaching me. Applejack had a bright orange coat with a yellow mane and tail, some very nice green eyes, a brown cowboy hat, and three apples on her flank. I wasn't quite sure of what the three apples symbolized or why only Applejack had it and the red stallion had a green apple, the green mare had a pie, and Apple Bloom didn't have one, but I had to put that aside for now.

"What can I do ya for, partner?" Applejack cheerfully asked me.

Honestly, I was very nervous. Not because I was scared of Applejack, but because I wasn't quite sure of how this situation would handle itself. After some eerie silence, I finally spoke up and answered Applejack, not truthfully, but still answered her.

"Umm...I'm new in town and wanted to know if you could help me find my way around, if that's alright."

"Why, of course it is." smiled Applejack. "Ah'll be more than happy to show ya aroun' town, uhh...Ah di'n't catch yer name before..."

"I'm Robert." I calmly answer back before Applejack started showing me around town.

"Ah'll be back later, y'all!" Applejack called to the other three creatures before walking alongside me.

There were some awkward moments in my life, but none of them could come close to how awkward I felt at this very moment. I mean, I'm not the best when it comes to socializing, and when I'm with a girl – a girl of any kind, let me say – let's just say that I'm not myself, no extensions. Finally, I decided to speak up.

"Do you mind if I ask who those other three umm...creatures were?" I oddly asked.

"The big red fella is my older brother, Big Macintosh." Applejack answered. "The older green mare is Granny Smith and the lil yella filly is my sister, Apple Bloom."

"Oh..." I replied, not knowing what I should say, "and what's with the three apples on your back end?"

"That's my cutie mark," responded Applejack, "symbolizin' that my destiny is to help out on the farm."

"Do you mind me asking, why is yours different from the other three?"

"A cutie mark is different for everypony." exclaimed Applejack.

I peered my head towards my back end, noticing that my "cutie mark" was an electric guitar on fire. I had stopped moving and began admiring it.

"Lemme ask you this, Rob," Applejack started after she noticed I had stopped moving, "do y'all play an instrument?"

"Yeah," I rapidly answered, causing Applejack to chuckle a bit, "I played an electric guitar back home,"

"An 'electric' guitar?" questioned Applejack.

"Yeah," I replied, "it's the equivalent of a regular guitar, but it provides more of a definite sound and requires an amp to hear said sound."

"An amp?"

"Yeah," I continued, "it's like a really, really big speaker."

"How long have y'all been playin' this electric guitar?" Applejack curiously asked.

"About nine or ten years now." I answered.

"Nine or ten years?" Applejack repeated. "Hope y'all are okay with me askin', but how old are ya?"

"I don't mind at all," I replied, "and I'm twenty-seven, how about you?"

"Twenty-seven?" Applejack repeated, showing signs of shock in her voice.

"Yeah," I replied.

I began thinking, maybe I should come clean and tell Applejack the truth about myself. Then again, how would she react if I told her I come from a place where there were two-legged creatures whom had hands? Would I look like a complete idiot? Or would she honestly understand me? I decided ultimately to come clean about my past.

"Listen, Applejack," I slowly started, "I have to come clean about something..."