MULTIPLE DISCLAIMERS: I DO NOT own MLP or any of their characters. I do own my own OCs but that's within the MLP world, so...credit where it's due. Secondly, I have never served in the military nor do I have any hands-on experience with guns. I am too lazy to search things up, so some things might be inaccurate. Along with that, there will be mature scenes of violence, language, and sex in the future, probably not this episode. You know, mature stuff. Just letting you know.
John opened his eyes. He was in his room in Texas, laid upon his bed. Home. He raised himself up to a sitting position. "Was it all a dream?" He touched his exposed chest. No injury. "Huh. Guess I must have.." John grew confused. "But was the accident also a dream? The pain was so realistic." He stood up from his bed and began to walk to his door. He immediately knew this was not reality. He reached for the door, and it disappeared. A deep laugh resounded in his room. "Who are you? Show yourself!"
"My my, what do we have here?"
John turned around and froze. In front of him, was creature of many different paws, claws, and horns. Discord.
"What do you want, Discord?" hissed John.
"Oh my. You know my name. You flatter me." Discord replied, making himself a pink kimoit, completing the act by fanning himself with a fan.
"So what do you want?" kept asking John.
"You think that I want something and not just coming to say hi? You wound me, John."
"You know my name?"
"Of course. How would I not? Anything that causes chaos is immediately checked on. It is my policy. And when I felt Fluttershy fall into sadness, I could not ignore this event. So tell me, what are you doing here, John, or should I say, Terrorizer?!" Discord grew larger by two-fold and began to glow a red hue. His eyes were fire with anger.
To say that John grew nervous would be an understatement. He backed against the wall, which in response grabbed him by the wrists and ankles. He fought the wall, now alive, and broke chunks off of the wall, freeing himself.
Discord stopped moving towards him, eyes glinting in interest. "So you broke away from my magic? Interesting. Then, you are not the Terrorizer. Pardon my intrusion," he began to fade.
"Wait!"
Discord came into focus. He raised an eyebrow.
"Who was the Terrorizer, and where am I?"
Discord took a moment to think. Then he did. "The Terrorizer was a being similar to you. A human. He came into this world claiming peace. When he approached Canterlot, he took out items that looked strange. He.. killed some unlucky ponies that were walking by before guards could intercept him. His whereabouts are unknown after.. the little exchange that happened. A few guards also didn't make it out alive. A lot of ponies' memory about that day were scramble, by me of course. That was a tragic day.. and you are currently in a coma," quickly said Discord, changing the subject.
"So he painted a very bad picture for the human speci- wait what!? I'm in a coma?!"
"Yes. I think that's what it's called."
"What happened?!"
"Oh dear, it was a mess. When I came in, Twilight was screaming her head clean off. Poor, dear Fluttershy had fainted along with Rarity. The guard leader looked like he was being sent to death row.. actually I think he was."
"Just tell me what happened to me!"
"My my, aren't you patient. Well, you had a spear right through your chest, you looked whiter than Rarity, and there was lots of blood next to you. Frankly, I'm surprised your mind is still in tact. Usually, minds tend to break after such a traumatic event. Though, I can't seem to sense any physical emotion.."
"Can you help me?"
Discord stopped his thought. He looked at John for a moment. "I.. suppose I could. But, it will be mostly you who can wake yourself up. Alright, tell me, how do you feel about learning magic? Wait, it doesn't matter. You're welcome," and with that, Discord shot a beam of concentrated magic, albeit chaos, towards John. John could only accept fate as it was.
John slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw, was white. White walls, white floors, and white bed sheets. He was laying upon an elevated bed; a patient's bed. He could see he was attached to wires; advanced medical equipment, which frankly surprised him. Isn't Equestria stuck in a Medieval Era...oh wait. There are technological cities like Las Pegasus. So there is technology. He slowly lifted himself to a sitting position. He was in white scrubs.
Why are they so fascinated with white? And where am I?
John was alone in a clinic room. The door was currently closed, so he had privacy to look at what happened to his chest. When his white scrubs wouldn't comply, he tore them off. He was silent for a long moment. On his chest, a new scar stood defiantly. The scar had a pattern that looked similar to that of a large drop of water splattered on the floor and was about the same diameter as a baseball. The scar tissue was red in comparison to his normal skin color. He decided to leave it be.
John looked at the room he was in. Besides everything being white, he could see the door was painted blue.
Nice change of scenery. Talking about change in scenery.
John took a hold of the door knob and began to open it.
"What shall we do with him?"
"Is he dangerous?"
"Why is he sad?"
"Enough!" Celestia interrupted the disorder. About two dozen ponies dotted the main hall of the castle. The Mane Six were close by to Celestia, while several guards guarded the entrance doors and clinic door. There was a nervous aura that clung close to every pony in the room.
"I will go find my sister. All princesses, we will go to the planning room to sort this out", announced Celestia, but before any decisions could be made, the clinic doorknob started turning.
Everything went silent. At the entrance of the door, stood a tall creature. The creature had skin of a tan color of peach, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and defined facial features. The limbs of the creature were extended outward at a weird angle, at least to them, and the creature had smaller appendages on his large ones. The creature looked rugged, and his scrubs were torn open, revealing the scar he had recently added to his collection.
The silence hung, so when John cleared his throat, everyone jumped. "Hi. My name is John. Where am I?"
Everypony stared at John. They all had different thoughts, except for one that they all thought about in unison.
How is he awake?
Twilight took initiative and began to explain what little she knew. "This is a human. He is called John, like he already said. And.. I vouch for him."
All the ponies and John turned to Twilight, unsure as to how to react. She looked determined and set on keeping John from punishment.
"Very well. I will allow this only because you vowed for him. However, he must go through some tests and explain how and why he is here, and what his intentions are before he leaves." Celestia declared.
And so it began.
John was exposed to test after test. He was instructed first for the written physical part of the test. He was given a sheet to fill his species, genome, and so on. Afterwards, a doctor came in to ask about parts of the..human body? Yeah. She instructed him to strip and answer her questions. Hands, feet, toes, skin color, eye color and size, nails, height, weight, everything was scrutinised. And so a beet red doctor left the room after the reproductive part of the questioning ended.
The next round of tests, the next day, were vocal questions. He was asked how he arrived to Equestria. He explained the scene at the mountain and crashing. He gave little detail on his car, but he was still given a confused look from the interviewer. After answering the last question, John answering that he really didn't know what he was going to do in Equestria, he was given physical tests of endurance.
After beating the guards in the obstacle course by only a couple of seconds, he beat the pony record of push ups, sprints, and even fighting technique. The guards could only watch with wide open mouths as he was given compliments from Shining Armour himself.
"Quite fit, now, are you? Makes me wonder if you were a civilian in your world." Shining questioned. John quickly bid farewell as he was saved from questions that came from Shining. He was called to continue his tests.
John entered the room he was designated to. The room was a standard interrogation room, grey walls and grey table with opposite chairs. He took a seat at the far end. A mare in a black life suit, which shined blue, came in. She walked purposefully, swinging her hips with intention, and she sat at her chair. She carried a binder and pen with her magic onto the table. Her suit read the words HCNS. She fixed her stern gaze onto John. John stood his mental ground. She was going to try harder than that to psyche him out.
"John. Give your full name for the record." The mare ordered.
"John Hunter Sulivan. And your name is..?"
"Alright Mr. Sulivan. What was your occupation in your world?"
Rude. And fuck.
"Uh, how can I put it. I protected my nation."
"Can you be more specific?"
Nice.
"I used stuff to make sure bad people didn't do bad things to my country."
"Sulivan, I am not a fucking filly. Answer. The. Question."
"I was a soldier, okay? I used a weapon and killed other humans that had an agenda against my country and I'm proud of doing so!" shouted John.
The mare glared at John. "Refrain from raising your voice at me, Sulivan," she spat out, "just know, what I say goes."
John fell quiet and found a particular corner of the room very interesting.
"Scarlet. My name is Scarlet."
