IIIIIII'MMMMMM BAAAAAAA~AAACK! Miss me? No? Meh, that's normal. Anyway, I visited grandfather, he's doing fine, so today im feeling generous on the writing part. So im bringing you the conclusion to last chapter. And I must say, the reviews are great. It's feedback from the readers (I.E. YOU) and that means that people are actually reading this. So a big thanks to all 31 of you who read this first. And thanks to those of you who read chapter two and were part of the 54 from yesterday. Anyway, I believe I said I would write now, no? Ok. Then let's get to this.

I was fucked. No not that way. I was, in a sense, in deep shit. They were now on the offensive. They had questions, and it showed greatly. I didn't like it when they all stared at me like that. I was never good in school when all eyes were on me. I never liked it when television cameras were always pointed at me. Yet, here. Here I felt as if I was being assaulted, murdered. All through the eyes of the six that stood behind my laptop. I was terrified. If I said one word that they didn't like, they just might end up ripping out my throat . . . actually, they might not. They came from a world of pacifists, so no dead me. But anger might end up with me getting a hurt conscious and verbal assault can lead me to being . . . Brash.

I sighed in a bout of fear and annoyance. They had been standing like this for two minutes straight. I decided to break it to them. "So, judging by all of the faces I have staring at me, I take it you're all the real deal and not some druggies?" the looks I received were more than just anger. They were downright livid. That or they felt hurt. Finding out that your nothing more than the idea of an editor can be very . . . saddening. I can remember when my father and mother were "excommunicated" by my grandfather. He didn't even open any Christmas cards from his own son. It depressed me greatly to learn that, from a Christmas card, that I was an accident. My mother was on at least twenty different birth controls. Hell, she had her tubes tied before they went through with it. The doctors were a little helpful. She apparently had an egg slid through her tubes before they were tied. After that, they were speculative as to how I could have been born.

Anyway, that's the past. I left it there for a reason. For another minute they stared at me before the blond one, applejack I think, spoke up. "How long?" I knew what she was asking. "Since October, twenty-twelve. They rebooted the original storyline and created you all. After that, they made five seasons, due to the large following of the show." I said. I only hoped, no, prayed that they didn't ask the one question that would cause a possible disgust.

"wh-who created it, I mean us?" fluttershy asked. I gave a small thank you to god they didn't ask it. "a woman named Lauren Faust re-booted the series. She was the one who made you all. I honestly don't know who else helped her. But I know she had the resources to do so." I said. They were still looking at it, my laptop where several other episodes popped up along with some episodes from MLP-silver-quill that I knew quite well.

"So that begs the question" I said "how is it that fictional characters are real?" this absolutely confused me to no end. I looked to them all, only receiving blank looks. I merely shrugged and stood up, stretching as I did so. I looked over at the grandfather clock and saw that, somehow it had turned to five in the morning. I had nothing to do today. Especially since I scheduled anything to be any day except Saturdays. Closing the laptop, I looked at the six that stood in front of me. "Look, if you are confused, don't think you're alone. Others are just as confused at their existence, just like you all. If you want to think it over, than I don't mind if you want to think about it. But I think I'll make some breakfast. Especially since it's around five at night. If you'd like some pancakes, don't be afraid to ask." is said, moving to the kitchen to make the aforementioned pancakes. I had a special recipe that they might like. it had chocolate chips, strawberry slices and butter mixed into it so well, that they melt in the mouth.

([{TIME SKIP: thirteen minutes}])

I had four pancakes made so far, and the last 16 were just finishing up when someone walked into the kitchen. I looked over my shoulder, only to see "rarity." I said nodding my head in recognition, letting her know that I knew she was there.

"Darling, if you don't mind my asking, have you heard what my friends have started saying?" she asked, making me wonder what it was they were talking about. A minute ago I had heard my T.V. start up, bringing up the history channel. Thankfully it was playing Pawn Stars. They wouldn't be exposed to the news or the military channel that I had set to favorites. "No, rarity, im afraid not. Although, I have to ask. Who turned on the television?" I looked to rarity over my shoulder. She turned her head to look at me. Her dazzling blue eyes looking into mine. "Well. Rainbow dash did. But she was wondering what everything is. She is naturally curious like that. Although, I will admit that moving picture pox is entertaining, it seems to be vulgar in its tongue." she said. In all honesty, pawn stars is a vulgar show. I just hope they don't start to learn too many "languages" since they come from a peaceful place. And I doubt that they all cuss like sailors. "Well. I can agree with that." I said, removing four fresh pancakes and placing them all on top of the first four. Rarity hesitated before speaking up again. "You know dear, the others are thinking that they were pulled here by someone, by some unseen force. I can only say that I may be true." I stifled a laugh, but apparently I didn't hide it well enough. "Something funny?" she asked again. I turned around, still counting down in my mind when the last eight should come off the stove top. "Oh no, nothings funny, it's just that you all say that there's magic here." I said, chuckling. "Of course, that's why those moving pictures are, well, moving. Right?" I honestly burst out laughing, before remembering that they come from a less technologically advanced era than humans. "Actually, children think that televisions work on magic. Let me tell you something rarity. T.V.'s run on electricity, which the feeds power to the technology inside the T.V. making it run. And with a high enough radio frequency, you can get pictures that move on the television, that's all being filmed from other places. Around the world actually. So, no magic mere." I said. Turning around to face the pancakes, flipping them in the process. "But there must be some form of magic here, right?" I stifled another laugh. "Ok Rarity. Let me break it to you. There is no magic here on earth. At all. The only magic you see is b-rate magicians who performed for audiences. Even then, it's just mind tricks. Technology is what makes this whole world run like it does." I said, keeping in check that most of earths tech came from millennia's of war.

"So, that means that there is no magic? None what so ever?" came a second voice. Noticeably, me and rarity gasped and jumped. Almost in sync to. I turned and saw twilight standing there in the door way, waiting for a response. "Uh…uh hey twilight. How much have you heard?" I asked nervously. I already had them pissed off from them finding out that they were fictional characters. I didn't want a verbal argument going on. Not now, not ever. "I heard most of what you said. But is it true. There is no magic here?" she asked, her eyes looking like they might tear up. Sweet baby Jesus if she cry's I might to. I forgot to mention. I can be very emotional at times. But when someone I know or like, whether a friend or acquaintance cry's. I cry with them. And I don't know why. But I have yet to cry for the past four years. Even Titanic or Marley & Me can't make me cry anymore. "Im afraid so, twilight. The things you see, it's all technology." I said, flipping the pancakes again, to keep them from burning. I looked at her and she almost looked sad. I say almost because it looked like she had a small hint of a smile. But it looked like she might get depressed, so I set down the spatula and look to twilight. This used to cheer me up when I was little, but now. Now I need to be the one to give it all. "Twilight are you ok?" she shook her head left and right. A definitive no. Opening my arms I looked to her as a single tear streaked down her cheek. She noticed this and rushed over, hugging me. I felt her burry her head into my chest, just as a torrent of tears washed out, bringing with them the sorrows that she has. I held her as she cried. I then proceeded to rub my thumb up and down um back, my left hand sliding up and down her back, trying to calm her. I went no further than the small of her back. I had little experience in doing this, yet this, this right here felt so right to me that I continued.

I heard a small sniffle from behind me. Turning my head around, I saw rarity crying at the sight of this moment twilight was having. She looked from me to her and smiled. I had never been one to understand what facial expressions were good or bad due to Asperger's, yet I knew that, from the look of her, she was thankful for me doing this. I nudged my head for her to come over, and that's what she did. I held out my other arm allowing her to join in the hug. As soon as she entered the hug, her dam broke and she broke down too. I was allowing them to cry into one of my best dress shirts, yet I had no care for it. I was helping someone, no, two someone's with their problems. They were in a new world and were scared. A thing they relied heavily upon had been taken from them. I wonder how RD and flutters will act when I tell them no one on earth has wings.

Another sniffle or two reached my ears. Turning my head around, I saw the rest of the mane six standing there, giving a few tears. Well, it was pinkie and flutters who were crying. If I remembered, Rainbow dash was the tomboy who tried to look tough, and applejack, if I remember from 'tanks for the memory's' than AJ cry's on the inside, odd really I must admit. Her trademark Stetson was resting over her chest, a sign of respect. One by one, they all came in and joined in the hug. For the next three minutes, we just hugged her until I noticed the pancakes were done, almost burnt. I quickly broke from the hug and flipped them onto the plate with the rest. I then walked over to the cabinet and pulled out some plates. Then after setting them onto the dining table, I went back into the kitchen grabbing forks and knives as well as the tray of butter and the syrup. And then after placing them, I went back into the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out two bottles of smuckers raspberry syrup. After setting them all up, each seat receiving a plate, knife, fork and a napkin. After that, I then turned on the chandeliers that had fake candles in the glass bulbs. I went into the kitchen. After another three minutes of hugging from them all, they all let go and were smiling. "Thanks you guys. That helped a lot." twilight said, nodding in appreciation. They all said, either, 'it was nothin' or 'its ok Twi' after that she walked over to me and hugged me. "And thank you. That helped a lot more coming from you." she said. I just patted her back "its ok, and your welcome. By the way. I have the dinning rom all set, so you can all start ahead and begin eating." I said, grabbing a gallon of milk and seven glasses and brought them over to the table. I didn't want to risk them getting addicted to coffee on their first official day here on earth. After they all sat down. Twilight and rarity sitting up near me, I'll admit, was a thought on my mind. I didn't take twilight to be a waifu girl of mine. I'd always liked their princess's as my waifu's. More specifically, Princess Luna. Although I had to deal with it, I did admit. I had a thing for three of them. Hm? Who are they? Heheheh. It's normally applejack and fluttershy. But I could say Rainbow dash was a close second. I didn't mind my number four liked pony's sitting with me. I was never a big thing for pinkie. she made no sense, but she threw one mean party, I will admit that.

([{TIME SKIP: forty minutes later}])

After everyone had had two pancakes, except for RD, she ate four, I then was asked a question my own conscious. 'Where were they going to stay? We could support them with a house, but they would be looked upon with, odd looks, due to their hair being the way it is. The only one who could possibly go out would be AJ. 'But maybe they don't have to.' 'What?' 'Sorry. Madness here again, but what if we allowed them to live here with us? That honestly doesn't seem so bad, now does it?' 'Of course it makes sense, but would they be up to it?' 'It just might be their only option. Remember. They aren't from earth, so they just might have to accept, if only to understand the ropes of humanity.' '…for madness, you seem very insightful.' 'I know I am. It just makes me even more awesome!' I seem to have come up with the answer to this dilemma.

"So, girls. I have a question I must ask of all of you." they all look from each other, my baritone voice carrying itself across the stillness of the dining room. "Since I have the eyes and ears of everyone, I would like to ask you all. Would you care to live in this home with me? I will admit. I've been lonely for four or more years, and some company would be appreciated." I said, my voice again lingering in the stillness. They all looked to one another with varying looks, before I got a nod from applejack. "Of course sugarcube. I don't know where we'd all stay, if'n ya'll hadn't offered." then I received a small yes from fluttershy, still hiding behind her extremely long pink hair. then I received a loud and energetic yes from pinkie, then a yes from Dash and before long I had an affirmative from everyone.

Maybe life wouldn't be so dull now that I had six beautiful girls living with me. I don't know if my grandfather can hear this, but I just gotta say it. In honor of what he would have done.

Score: Me +1 life -1

Wow. I honestly didn't think I could write that much in one morning. Who knows? Maybe I'll make a longer chapter one day. But you know what they say; you gotta learn to crawl, before you can walk. But honestly, I might make a longer chapter if people keep reading this the way they are. it seems this is a better fanfic than FarFallen, which sorry to say is probably going to get discontinued, and is growing better than The last of them all. I will admit. I am seriously thinking about putting a hiatus on TLOTA and working on this only. But who knows? I might just turn this from a side project, into a fully-fledged fanfic. But I digress. I will say that this is actually helping me a lot more than I would have thought. I mean, just look at the dialogue. I've written the dialogue better here than in any of my other fanfic's! And that's better than I'd initially hoped! anyway, I'll get to work on chapter four tonight and then sleep a bit before heading to a small part time job I have here with my dad.

Do 'svidania, Stay healthy-Bb4h