His day could get weirder that was for certain. Everywhere Steven looked there was multicolored vibrant small pony's, emphasis on small. Steven took one step before one of them noticed him and began commotion and caused an entire pony village to erupt into panic. "Time, 00:00:01, caused a whole town to fear me, I feel that I have power here and I will enjoy this"

Soon six small ponies ran up to him with a large white one following behind, obviously the leader. Even though the larger white leader was nearly double the size of the regulars, she was only tall enough to have her eyes just about the same level as Stevens. "Do you know what it is princess?" a smaller purple one answered. It was smaller, only three and a half feet (1.05 meters, 1.1 yards, 9.5 hands) at the base of its head, with a five inch long horn on top. It also had wings and a single pinkish strip in its hair. "This is the only monochromatic thing I have seen all day" Steven thought, Steven also considered the white pony/horse he was staring at was a ruler. "It looks like some kind of ape creature" the princess spoke, revealing a deeper voice than the others. "The term is human, horse creature" Steven spoke in a deep, slow voice which startled them, causing Steven in response to raise his machete and step backwards in a fighting position.

He looked at the seven equines around him and noticed one, a pink and yellow Pegasus was hiding in its mane, looking at him with fearful yet adorable eyes. Stevens's heart melted at the sight and he put his weapons in its sheaths and took his pulse to reveal his heart didn't melt and he had a very much functioning heart. He fell to his knees and dropped his angry expression. "Come on out little one, I won't harm you" he held out his hand and It put its hoof in it. He grabbed it and lifted her up and he stood up as well. He starred at them again and noticed the white princess was staring at him, observing him "you aren't going to try to harm us?" the princess spoke, doubt in her voice "no" Steven replied as bluntly and quickly as possible. They exchanged glances at each other for a minute or two before the purple one responded "you will stay with me, but we are going to ask you some questions" Steven sighed. He hated questions about him, but as long as it isn't math, he is going to kill anyone (yet).

"What are you" human "where you are from" earth "how did you get here" don't know. Steven changed his mind, he was beginning to hate the questions. His escape wasn't all too enjoyable either. He got up as they went to get the princess, he walked out and terrorized a village with his presence and before he could conquer the ruler and her students came and made him go back in the place he just left. "Any more questions and I'll break my won't hurt anyone rule".

Several hours later

SEVEN HOURS, SEVEN HOURS OF QUESTIONS. Steven was exhausted from all the questions from the purple alicorn. He was even considering bringing out double sided duct tape as a weapon of torture, but he wouldn't do that, never again. Last time he did that several people died and he had to move to a different state on the other half of the country. He always did miss Andrew, he didn't deserve two sides of adhesive hell and he didn't want to dig another hole or buy another body bag. But at the rate and the amount of questions he was being asked he decided he may do it one more time, he couldn't decide.

"Can I eat something now?" Steven asked with a hidden anger in his voice. He was hungry and spent most of the day answering miscellaneous questions on him and humanity. The purple equine, twilight as she called herself nodded and they began to walk off down a trail. "Where are we heading to?" Steven asked clearly curious and not too cheery. Twilight responded in a happy tone (she enjoyed the several hours of righting and questioning him) with "we are going to my friend applejack's farm. Steven looked up on the ridge and saw a large barn with a familiar orange pony next to it. "Well, into the drug crazy equine based pony/rabbits hole" Steven thought to himself, dreading what may come