'Slime? What the fuck? Ewwwww!' He choked loudly as he accidently swallowed some of the goop that surrounded him. The human began to struggle in fear, feeling like he couldn't breathe, at least until he bothered to gasp for air, finding that, though the goop blocked his nostrils, he had a readily available source of air, apparently.

Though confused he decided to begin feeling around for some sort of surface, finding the scaly outer shell of the apparent cocoon he was in. He grunted as he moved toward the layer, not even sure whether he was walking or not but he was definitely pushing into it now, trying to break the barrier between him and freedom. Managing to get a foothold, he used this as an advantage and pushed harder, feeling it begin to buckle under his pressure.

After what felt to be hours he felt the shell suddenly collapse outward, yelping as he collapsed out into an open, though dark, space. The ground felt like solid bedrock which meant he was fairly deep into the earth. Stand shakily, Pat let his eyes adjust to the darkness that enveloped him, noticing the outline of what appeared to be a bed in the center of the room. Picking up a shard of the cocoon he had previously been encapsulated within, he approached the large bed quietly the dagger-like shard held aloft in case of a fight.

As he got within arm's reach of the mattress he noticed that the shape in it was larger than any pony he had ever seen in this world so far. He slowly peeled away its cover to see if it was one of the things he had previously encountered in this place. It was. Though its mane was very long and seemed to be moth-eaten and worn like a blanket left in an attic for many years. He was about to walk away before it turned to him and let out the shriek of a scared woman. 'Well I know it's a mare at least…'

"How did you get out?!" She shouted at him, jumping to her hooves. She was easily a couple inches taller than he was and appeared the same as the first one he had encountered though, obviously, with larger proportions. He yelped as she seized him with her magic and levitated him off of his feet so he was eye level with her.

"God damnit….Are you gonna put me in a coma like everybody else?" He was more grumpy than he was scared at the proposition of losing consciousness again. This was probably the most he had ever slept in a twenty-four hour period.

"What do you mean?" She questioned him, now looking curious and no longer scared since she was in control.

"Well everyone that I've met so far has gotten either angry or scared and made me pass out with their magic bullshit!" He was pouting now, wishing he could cross his arms.

"If you tell me what you are and where you come from I may just not put you back in that cocoon," She seemed to be speaking honestly so he went with it and nodded, sighing as she set him back down on his feet and lit a couple of the torches, probably for him since she lived in this place and probably had good vision in the dark.

"So….I guess I'll start off with my name. I'm, uh, Batman, and, well, I have no fucking idea how I got here. I woke up in an alleyway in some big city full of these damn cringingly colorful ponies—"He was cut off by her speaking up.

"It must have been Manehattan if there were that many…" She trailed off in apparent thought as he decided to begin speaking once more, "Yeah….But anyway, after that I wandered around for a couple hours cause I was kinda bored. Eventually I lay down in some other alley and went to sleep. That's when things went downhill; really fast."

"Basically what happened when I woke up was I saw some stallions dragging another stallion out of the backdoor of some building and they were gonna beat the shit out of him when I, deciding to be stupid apparently, spoke up. One grabbed me with his magic and knocked me out with it somehow and I woke up in a chariot. After a few more minutes of riding we stopped and they dragged me out and took off the bag that I had on my head. To top off the fuck over I'd been receiving, they threw a shovel at me and basically told me to dig my own grave."

"After a good 30 minutes of digging I start seeing these roots popping up through the dirt and I'm curious so I keep on digging. They're up above me looking worried and shit so I assume whatever I'm getting into is probably at least gonna kill me later rather than sooner and I liked that option better than dying in a couple minutes so I start to hack at the roots and, once I realize that I'm a good few inches from falling down I throw some dirt up at them and stab at the roots. It took a few tries but I managed to break through and fall in. Once I manage to get to my feet some little weird looking pony thing makes me pass out again and I wake up in that cocoon over there!" He pointed irritably towards the aforementioned chamber that had previously entrapped him.

The Changeling Queen watched him curiously as she listened as he finished his tale, flopping back onto the breath and sighing deeply before he looked over to her with an eyebrow raised, silently asking he if she could continue. "Well you didn't tell me about your world," She turned her nose up, playing with him a bit, but still wanting to hear about his world.

"Well what do you wanna hear?" He questioned curiously, tilting his head as he looked over to her.

"I don't know. What have you done in your lifetime?" She shrugged to the best of her ability and flopped back onto her bed as well, staring at him curiously.

"Well I'm 17. I don't know how old that would be in your years but yeah….Anyway. I lived with my parents still but I was old enough to work at the pizza shop that my family has owned. My dad, mom, and older sister worked there. The economy at the time was just recovering from a veritable depression and we were struggling to thrive but we got by with our dues."

"Anything else you wanna know?" He questioned, tears in his eyes at the thought of never being able to see his family again…probably. He didn't know for sure but he didn't even know how he got here in the first place and that thing that brought him here made it sound like his stay was pretty definite.

"No, not really," She frowned, the story kind of boring, unlike what she thought it would be. "Wait, what is your species called?" She was curious about that but able to think of nothing else otherwise.

"Humans," He responded smoothly, "That all?" He looked to her once more, a bored expression on his face.

"Yes. I suppose I won't put you back in the cocoon now."

"Thanks, I guess. So, uh, can I ask where I am in here? I know I'm underground considering the fact that the ground is solid bedrock but otherwise I have no idea," He was still confused as hell as to how the hell they got down here but went with it anyway, going with the assumption that it was buttfuck magic. He chuckled a bit at the thought and actually gave his first real smile since landing in the fuckhole of a world. 'Seriously, though….Does that guy hate me or something? All that's happened is that I got fucked over a couple times so far. And got lucky and I'm not gonna be trapped in some egg thing for who knows how long. Yayy…..' He grumbled in his head, crossing his arms and pouting a bit as he stared up at the ceiling.

"Would you like anything to eat?" The queen questioned curiously. She decided not to question his silent thoughts, not sure, however, what, or if, he ate.

"Not really. For some asinine, ironic reason, I'm tired." He groaned in annoyance, sick of sleeping but feeling like he needed it. Maybe being unconscious wasn't the same or something. 'Meh. I don't give a fuck.' "Do you have anywhere that I can sleep?" He sat up, looking down at her.

"You may sleep here. I would not want to worry you nor my changelings with yours or their presence," She spoke quietly, as if she were shy at the prospect of him sleeping in here even though he was just suspended in slime about 20 feet away a few minutes ago.

"Well, I'm definitely not going back in that fucking shell over there." He pointed at the pod, hanging a couple feet above the ground from the wall.

"Understandable, Batman. You may have my bed. I shall sleep on a cloud." She smirked, summoning a cushion of the fluffy, white water vapor that floated next to the bed and fluttered up to it before settling into it neatly, laying her head down. He nodded, staring in wonder at the cloud as he slipped the covers over himself and smiled a bit, enjoying the silky softness and her residual smell. She was pretty and nice….Wait; did he have a crush on a pony? No, that couldn't be possible…

'God I'm fucking weird….Oh well! Nap time!' He thought cheerily before falling asleep. Unbeknownst to him, a pair of dark green eyes watched him lovingly, finding the human quite handsome.