Lol, Welcome back.. I think? For those of you who are new, welcome to the rewrite of the first chapter! You have the undeniably awesome privilege of not witnessing my first attempt of trying to write MLP, so without further ado, please, take the time to enjoy this chapter, and be sure to leave a review. (Disregard the rhyme).

*Drops Mic*

Discord: Oh just be done with it! I'm dying over here… We do have to act this stuff out you know.

Oh well how rude. Asshole…

Discord: Fite me.

Excuse me…

*sounds of brutal fighting occurs*

When Two Worlds Collide
Chapter 1: (Rewrite)

"Okay, okay. Keep your shorts on, sheesh…" I said ghastly, surprised that my roommate was up before me.

Said person was currently throwing clothes at me, egging me to hurry up, "Dude, if we don't make it, you can kiss our spots goodbye."

I huffed, knowing that there was no way out of this. So I whirled from my bed spot and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, trying to at least wake up.

Judging from how much sunlight was pouring in the room, it was early. So, I squinted from where I was at my alarm clock, trying to see what time it was. I was surprised at how it read at about 7 in the morning. Raising both brows and sighing, I looked over at my roomie, seeing as how he was impatiently waiting for me. Deciding that I was to be the impassive asshole, I slowly raised my hands, making a, 'Shoo', motion when they were up near my face, "Well? Go on, You can wait for me, right Rand?"

Yeah, meet Randy Silverbee. Not the greatest friend, but at the same time, friend extraordinaire. He had red curly hair and piercing green eyes, not to mention a horrible case of freckles that seemed to have attacked him during high school freshman year.

He's currently wearing neon green shorts, combined with the ever annoying T-shirt that was blue. On it in big red letters were, "U wot m8?"

Piss and malarkey on the cashier that let him run away with that shirt, I say.

Apparently, I was to attend with him in this year's College School Pep Rally. Which, unfortunately for me, was today. And shit good in the morning it was. Randy sighed and threw his arms out, smirking as he shut the college room door, "Yeah, alright. I'll be out here. Alone. In the hall."

I snorted and bent over to throw a discarded shoe, "Oh piss off!"

He snickered as the door was slammed shut by the foot apparel.

Now alone, I could finally appease myself to whatever Randy had picked out for me. And if worse came to worse, I would just wear what I had on yesterday. Not like anyone would really care. It was a Pep Rally after all.

I stood, after cracking various joints, and made my way to the dresser. Laid out on top were various choices for me to wear, again, courtesy of the guy outside. And really though, he had picked out some strange patterns. Plaid.. And striped? Yeah no.. Gonna have to go with the all yellow. It suits me better anyway.

Slipping on the yellow tee shirt and faded yellow slacks, I sat on my bed and put on the black vans and white socks, mental note however, remember to wash socks.

Once done with that, I sniffed and went to go see my visage, hopeful that it was at least decent. And to my surprise, I at least looked alright. Although, I would probably have to shrug off the insults of dressing like a banana..

My name, is Gerald Kite Heathens, from what I can remember, I had brown hair and yellow eyes. Because of an accident during kindergarten, I can't see well out of my left eye, and earned the nickname Granite. Trust me, I fucking hate it too.

But besides that, I can't remember any other defects that I had except for the occasional bout of paranoia. Heh, those times are always fun.

I graduated from High School early due to my grades and credits. Why is this important? Well, writing from somewhere else tends to do that to someone, especially if I get to look back on my moments, and realize how much of a dumbass I was.

Today, I was going to help Randy out with the Pep Rally, but instead, Something else happened entirely different, and in time, I would have to learn how to accept my fate, and what it had wrought upon my life. And because of this journal entry, I keep asking myself over and over again, why? But enough of the foreboding, it kinda ruins the mood right? Well, how about we skip ahead a few hours?

O.o.O.o.O

"Alright, so first on the list, is balloon squashing. The concept is simple, we already have the names, we all just need to blow up the balloons and put them into individual buckets."

Great, another game. There were twenty of us. Twenty students to be exact, all ready to help out when the word was set to the chain. Right now, however, we were being practitioned by one of the teachers. She was a stubby, short ginger. Had a temper of a dragon, minus the scales. I include the hot breath because she was known to be up close and personal when she was yelling at you…

She was wearing the school colors, blue and white. The dolphins. I never really cared for the mascot, but it was pretty funny to see during a Pep Rally.

Her name was Ms. Korty, and she had decided to take it upon herself to try and do the Rally this year, due to last years failure. Like I said, it was funny to see the dolphin because last year, the guy inside it decided to try and run with the football team.

No one said anything as he was carried out on a stretcher, still inside the costume. The newspaper headlines for that week sent cringes up everyone's spines.

But anyway, Ms. K was drilling us on every single activity we were supposed to do, how we were going to do it, and when it was going to be taking place on the schedule. Complicated as it may seem, but even though this teacher was hot tempered, she knew how to get things done.
"Next we have the mummy."

There were a bunch of groans as Ms. Korty flicked her purple glasses in place, "Oh shut it. Silverbee, this year you will be the one being the guest of honor, so remember to get prepared when the time comes."

Randy looked up when his name was called, and he immediately paled as Ms. K spoke. When she had finished, he nodded and looked down, "Yes Ma'am."

Heh, unlucky bastard. I would explain what the Mummy was, but all you need to know is that it pertains to glue, toilet paper, some of the audience, their hands on the two ingredients before, and a human subject. Put two and two together, and you have what Randy is about to do.

Ms. Korty began to pace up and down our single filed line, shouting out assignments, "Alright! Those are the activities! Save for Wax skating and Wool Sock sliding! Now, Buck and Weasly, you two will be in charge of setting up the entrance, be sure to add the balloons and streamers." Two students who were named nodded, knowing what they had to do.

"Fergusson, Trolley and Hampshire! You three are in charge of pulling out the stands. We all know we can't have a pep rally if we don't have a place to sit."

The evidence was solid, and the proof more so. We all nodded, the three who were called, taking their spots as more and more of us were given civic duties.

Finally, when we were spread apart and worn thin, there were only six of us left. Korty grouped us together and sighed, her pudgy cheeks swelling out as she thought. While she was doing that, I got a chance to see who I was about to be paired up with.

I knew three guys here and the other two were.. Unfriendly. The three guys were Randy, Justin Snakes and Frederick Hugh. Justin was tall and lanky, having blonde hair and brown eyes, he also had a brown hue, like he had been sun-tanning at the beach. He was muscular, to say in the least, and I think he ran track for a while. Well, from what I know at least. Like I said, he and I sorta knew each other, he was pretty funny at times.

The other guy, as mentioned before, was Justin Snakes. This guy was like Frederick, built, probably played on a team, but due to my asshole like nature, I either forgot or didn't really care. He wore glasses that shielded light blue eyes. He had brown hair, but he liked to dye it every now and then, so it changed every month or so. Right now, it was a dark green. So he had a forest for a set of hair. Great. Both Frederick and Justin were wearing the school shirts and sporting the school's mascot on their shorts. So, if any were prepared for the Pep, it was these two.

Anyway, before I forget, the other two guys who were paired together, snickering at us while Korty tried her hardest to find something for us to do. One of them, had long blonde hair and brown eyes, that guy was Peterson. No one ever did find out his first name, but they knew his last, so it stuck. Pete was wearing slacks and a blue tanktop. His friend, Harlem.. Or was it Harleem? Fucking… I'm not good with names, jog on.

Harlem is best characterized as the guy who came to college to fuck around, and just dick with the people inside. He got into college because of how well he is on the football team, and his dad was the coach. So this guy was ripped, and kinda liked to show it. But I could give less of two flying fucks. But besides that, Harlem was a well over six footer, had hazel eyes and black sleek hair.
Best description, Fucktard of a dude.

And as if on cue, Korty clicked her tongue and frowned further, finally deciding what she was to do with us, "Alright, Silverbee, Kite and Hugh.. Fine, you too Snakes."

She added exasperatedly, noticing the green haired adult look shocked when he was about to be paired with dumb and his inconsistent dumber. But Justin smiled and nodded, forming around the circle we had created when Korty all called us, "You two," She said, eyeing the Jock and his lackey, "Are coming with me. The four of you are responsible for going to the supply shed and taking up all the supplies we need, this includes the balloons and all the packages of streamer. We'll need every package to make this Pep Rally the best one yet."

We all watched as she grabbed Harlem and Peterson and saw her disappear into the gym's locker room. When she was far enough away, I muttered under my breath, "Fucking woke up early just for this?"

Snickers were passed around our group as Randy snuck a heartfallen, "Well how do you think I felt? First time waking up at the acknowledged time.. Sucks.."

I smirked and patted my saddened friend, "Eh you'll get over it Rand."

Justin chuckled darkly from where he was, crossing his arms as he combed his hair, "Yeah, besides, we got shit to do. So let's just get it done and over with."

Frederick grunted his agreement and turned on his heel to go to this, "shed", we were supposed to collect the Pep Rally stuff from.

We all shrugged and followed, realizing there was probably no reason to argue when there was stuff to do.

O.o.O.o.O

Okay, so I need to clarify two things, One; I fucking hate Korty. I now hate her with a passion. Two; The reason I hate her so, is because of how much she forgot to explain on how much those streamers weighed. Although yes, at first, it was pretty easy. But our gym was two football fields, and the total streamer count was about 200 bags.
I know it sounds like I am complaining.. Oh wait.. I am actually. The key concept was, there were too many bags, and a shortage of people.

Right around the first hour, we had packaged around fifty of those bags, easily sidestepping our job by a landslide. After the hour had past, was when we had the troubles start up.

They were small at first, like one of us had to stop because something hurt. So we did, and afterwards, started up and continued like nothing had happened.

The worst part, was when the bags ripped, spilling whatever was inside, onto the floor. Because we had gotten lazy, and I blame it on Justin, slacking off had gotten us a whole nother mess for us to worry about.

But besides that, when we had reached our quota of two hundred fucking bags, everyone of us collapsed onto one of the bleachers, sliding down it until we had been sitting on the floor.

Each of us had a varying degree of exhaustion, Randy having his normal fluffy hair, damp from sweat. Frederick was without a shirt, thank god he had a tank top…

And finally.. Wait, was his hair dripping green? Peh. Justin was panting slightly, and like mentioned before, I could've sworn that he was dripping green dye. I was very much unused to this sort of labor, so begrudgingly, I too was damp, and had taken a spot higher up on the literal mountain of streamer bags.

I leaned back and wiped my brow, seeing as it came off damp, I chuckled dryly and bent myself forward, patting Randy on his shoulder, vowing revenge, "Next time.. We have a Pep Rally.. And you invite me to help? Don't."

Randy nodded silently and smiled nonetheless, glad to see someone had humor. Justin and Frederick both grinned and just shook their heads, Fred, (yeah I gave him a nickname, cuz writing out Frederick is a pain in my ass), jabbed me with a thumb and laughed,

"Oh stop complaining, Justin and me do it every year." Frowning, I plucked a streamer so that it bounced of Fred's head, "Justin and I. And I'm gonna complain. If not me, who else?"

As if on cue, Justin snickered and raised a hand, "I don't mind being a whiney bitch for a while." His response from us, were well placed stares, followed by him momentarily regretting his outburst. But despite this, we all thought it was funny and laughed about it anyway.

Feeling slightly better, I hopped off the mountain of bags and decided it was time to get the rest of what was needed, which was the "easier" part. The other three saw me get up and groaned individually, Randy being the one t mutter, "Great.. How many balloons?"

Frederick and I both turned and chortled, "You don't get to talk dude.." At the sound of us saying the same thing, both of us turned and ironically knocked against our heads, thus, "Knocking on wood."

Get it? 'Cus we're all.. Blockheads…

Never mind… Assholes..

O.o.O.o.O

"Well done gentlemen. Not only did you grab a back breaking 200 bags, but managed half of that in balloons. Color me impressed."

So bad, I wanted to say something, seeing as to how she was colored already in the retarded colors of our college.. Wait, retarded isn't a word nowadays is it? Fine, our stupid college colors. Anyway, yes, we had done it, and in record time too.

Like she had stated, all four of us had apparently impressed her to the point to where she was actually smiling. All around us, different students were running about and doing their assigned tasks, some of which were looking towards us in confusion.

I don't blame them. Seeing the hardened professed smile? Something was off…

Shaking away the feeling though, Korty stepped forward and pointed around various spots in the gym, some of which were highly detailed supporting the classes from Freshman, to Upperclassmen.

It was like high school all over again. Same rules applied too, I didn't really care for the cheering and stuff, but it got me away from my classes and ended the day early.

Yay.

"I need you all to fill up those buckets with balloons, don't fill one up with to many, and the same goes for less. However.." Korty said, stopping her speech with a raise of her gnarled finger, "I want two of you to fill up some balloons with water."

All of us went slack jawed, Water? Alright.. Sharing an impressed look, all of us shuffled excitedly in place, wanting to see this activity through. Korty smiled some more and leaned on one hip,

"So get to it, you four. We have a few hours to prepare, and I don't want to waste any more time than needs be."

She dismissed us like some military sergeant and walked away, picking up her clipboard whilst beckoning another group to help her.

Once she was away, we all looked at one another, Justin muttering,

"Tell me that I heard her correctly. We don't fill balloons up with water."

Laughing as I beckoned him to follow, I picked up a balloon package and tossed it at him, "Well, we do now."

The reason for the no water, was because one; its a balloon. Two, you're putting water in a balloon. Either you're going to get someone soaked with the balloon, or you are the one getting soaked.

As for why we were surprised, was the fact that we hadn't seen or thought of this before, the idea being nigh impossible to do. The game objective was to run from one side of the gym, pick up a balloon, sit on it, and try to pop it.

The first person to run out of balloons, wins. But now, all of the contestants are getting wet asses, all thanks to Korty.

Smiling in victory, Justin and I trudged over to the fountains to give quick spouts of water inside the rainbow colored balloons. The green haired adult tossed me some balloons and kept some for himself, filling them up appropriately.

As did I, switching the full balloons out when filled. It took us a few minutes, which was alright, considering that it was early in the morning and no one was really awake.

So it was just two dudes out in a hallway, filling up water balloons, side by side.

It got to a point to where I had to break the silence, due to my boredom. I looked over at Justin and smirked, preparing myself as I leaned back and bent forward, all the while letting out a whooping,

"MAAAAANNNNNNN."

The look Justin gave me was just a priceless as the mess he made when he jerked his hands, thus causing the water to fly into his face and shirt. But he got me back by throwing a balloon that was tied off, soaking me to the bone when it popped.

I should've been mad, maybe even tried to flick him off, but it ended with a smile that turned to laughs.

From there, we continued to fill the party objects until we were about done. When we reached ten of those things, Justin sighed and scratched his chin, trying to find someway to start a conversation,

"So."

I snickered and raised a brow, while tossing another balloon back into a sizeable bucket,

"So?"

Justine frowned and rolled his eyes towards my sarcasm,

"Hah, got anything planned this evening?"

My response was a shrug followed with a sigh, "Well I did, it involved chips and chill, plus five hours of Hub, so.. Yeah."

Justin smirked, "Catching up on a show?"

I saw where this was going and smiled, throwing him a sideways glance,

"Eeyup. You?"

Justin leaned on the fountain, causing me to inwardly laugh as he sucked in through his teeth,

"Well, Prom is coming up, had to deal with that, but I was trying to do the same. Chill in my dorm and catch up on some snacks."

I nodded and tried keeping a straight face, but the guy caught on to my failed act and said sullenly,

"What's so funny?"

I sputtered humorously and pointed at his ever growing wet spot.

Laughing finally out loud when I saw his expression turn to shock, I slapped my side and bent forward as Justin cried out, trying his damndest to dry his wet shirt. Not that it wasn't already, but it was thoroughly soaked because of how long he had it under the fountain.

After a minute of him trying, and undeniably failing, he gave up and threw his arms out, scoffing at the mere lunacracy off his luck,

"Great, my only good shirt ruined.."

I chuckled at the irony, shaking my head as he rambled on about how his life was miserable.. I could care less. Alright, I could care a little, given he helped me out with the streamers and lightened the load.

As I drowned out the noises Justin was making, I allowed my thoughts to drift slightly, taking me to a more appropriate place than here. I must sound crazy huh?

Well, it was here that I could easily lose track of time and placement, focusing on whatever I needed to, that being of the annoying question Lucky Charms decided to bring up..

What was I doing that evening?

Thinking back, I believe I thought about seeing if Randy could hold his own against the sound of music in the same room he slept in. It was his fault i was here, and the fact that i was awake at the time. So, there was that, then there was what I was going to watch..

Recently, I had heard that Deadpool had come out, so me being me, I knew it was Netflix and chill for when I got it. But for some reason, Randy thought that pouring something over our network router was a smart idea.

C'est la vie I suppose. So I quickly dismissed that idea and had to think more deeply on the subject, eventually ruling it to watching cartoons.

Oh wait..

We only get a few channels worth of cartoons, one being Nickelodeon, the other Cartoon Network and lastly The Hub.

All were alright, and I was kinda glad for all three, the rest were sports channels, and I could give less of a good decision to flip to those channels.

Who wants to see an old geezer whack a ball across a field? Really though?

Anyway, Cartoon Network always had some show on like Kung Fu Panda, only two shows I watched on that channel were Teen Titans and The Amazing World of Gumball. Fucking love those two shows.

As for Nickelodeon, I didn't bother with it since iCarly and SpongeBob were the others i watched. The former being off air, thus making CN and Nick ruled out leaving me left with Hub. Which was chill itself. Heard today they had the My Little Pony re-runathon, and were introducing a new character.

So I was pumped about that. Randy though, not so much. He was cool with it, could deal with my insights about watching the show. But couldn't stand the sight of it. He had told me it'd hurt his eyes.

I quick response of telling him to step on a Lego made him rethink his life choices. But I digress.

I snapped out of my moment when Justin tapped my shoulder,

"Bro, you good?"

Shrugging off what just happened, I nodded and showed him the last balloon, earning a grin from him, "Meh, now I am. How about we get these to Korty before she has a cow."

Justin walked over to his bucket while I was talking and had stopped after I finished, his eyebrows knitted together tightly as he stood,

"Dude, I think she does have one actually."

Eyes widening in shock, I scratched my head and scoffed,

"Well hot damn.. That's ironic… How'd that happen?"

Justin picked his bucket up and walked past me, opening the gym door with his back as he shrugged with a bemused expression plastered across his face,

"I think she has a farm dude. I definitely know she has chickens, 'cus she pops in sometimes with her own eggs.."

He trailed off as I moved past him, eyes glazing over the gym itself. How long were we filling balloons? I mean, last time I saw it, the gym barely had a single decoration set up.

Now it looked Pepped and Rallied to go.. Heh.. I made a funny. Justin stood beside me in the same amount of awe, his jaw dropping open when he saw that the pile of streamers we had was gone.

If I had to describe the place, I would say it looked decent. Not fancy, but fancy enough to make you look around and simply nod in appreciation. And that's what I did, seeing the guys we were with racing about like ballerinas, throwing streamers and blowing balloons up like madmen.

With a quick shut of his trap, I paced forward and saw who we were looking for. Said personage was strutting around, eyeing each piece congruently. However, as I set down the bucket I was carrying, I smiled and said with adulation,

"Wow, you sure outdid it this time.."

I meant that too, you weren't there for the first two Pep Rally's. Or is it Rallies? Meh.

Korty turned and said with a slight grin,

"Thanks Kite, means a lot. I see you got the balloons filled?" She finished by looking down as Justin stopped by to drop off his load.

We both responded with nods and awaited our next orders. Those being,

"I can handle the balloons and such, you two need to scurry along and help out Frederick and Silverbee, one if not both are having slight difficulties with their partners."

She frowned halfway through her instructions and held her chin as she peered over us. Upon inspection from my point of view, I turned and saw what and who she was talking about.

I saw Fred and Randy both looking bummed out as Peterson and.. Harlem? Harleem? Jesus.. Anyway, the latter were ordering the former, both of them lounging on the bleachers. It was frustrating, seeing the jock and lackey treat Randy and Fred like that.

Casting a look to Justin, we both seemed to think the same and walked over to the supposed work site. Upon sensing our presence, both Randy and Fred look rather pleased to see us. But on the other hand, Harlem sat up from his relaxed spot and showed that he was rather pissed,

"Hey, did Korty send you two?" He said, pointing between me and Justin. I nodded and jerked a thumb back to the professor,

"Yep, just got some orders from her. Told us to help with you.. Two." I finished by pointing at my friend and Fred.

Peterson, the lackey, poked his head from behind Harlem's shoulder,

"Hey man, we're doing work too!"

Justin and I snickered at the response, as did our friends. Gesturing to what they were doing, I grew serious,

"Yeah, unless being lazy is your job, I'd say you'd get a raise. What the hell are you doing anyway?"

Harlem frowned and crossed his arms, a lone finger tapping his muscles,

"Well before you interrupted, WE were trying to get some streamers up there. Its done now thanks to me, and all we need to do now is hang up the Welcome sign."

I gave Harlem a flat stare once he mentioned it was because of him that the streamers were up, but I wasn't about to try and communicate with someone with his ego.

So besides him smirking at the fact that he apparently did something, I found it rather irritating and could foresee myself hating the rest of the day.

So with a sigh and rubbing my face in frustration, I grunted and said with boredom,

"Alright, so what would you have us do?"

O.o.O.o.O

"AND NOW, THE UPPER CLASSMEN! GIVE A ROUND OF APPLAUSE!"

The whole gym roared from the entrance of the amount of bodies that appeared. Said bodies did various things, some bowed while others did a trademark dap, causing some eyes to roll. But nonetheless, the classmen took their seats and patiently awaited for the next part.

I was pacing in the middle as our Principal, a middle age man with dark golden hair, quickly sped through the announcements. They weren't big and stuff, but they were related to the college.. So I guess they were important.

So yeah, Harlem and his fuckboy apparently thought it was funny to try and work us to death while he relaxed, kicked back and wafted in his company. All we had left to do was put up the banner for the cheerleaders and football team to rip through.

It was simple enough, but for the sake of my sanity and Randy with his condition, Harlem had put us in the gutter. It took all four of us thirty minutes to try and pull that thing into place.

Seriously though, and still to this day, I will always beg the question of why on gods green earth would he wake up and try and do something like this. A Pep Rally of all things.

But enough of my ramblings, I straightened when the Principal looked my way and smiled, holding the microphone for me to take it.

Man, I've never been the one for crowds.. And no, before you think it, I am not singing the national anthem. Unless you want to have your eardrums replaced, don't ask me to sing.

Ever.

I took the mic from the Principal and cleared my throat,

"Alright! Those with orange tickets, please come from the stands and line up for the first game!"

I pointed to a spot on our glossy gym floor, seeing some kids begrudgingly get up from their spots and take their place where I had suggested. I eyed them for a moment before smiling and handing the microphone back to the principal,

"Alright, you know the rules of the game?"

I was extremely glad when I saw multiple nods, I clasped my hands together and pointed to four of the eight,

"You four are on those buckets on that side of the gym, the rest of you are on the opposite side. Okay? Nice! Let's do it!"

I said the last part with a false smile, seeing as how the students could give less of what happens during the game.

Oh if only they knew what was about to soak them.

So what happened next was as follows, the Principal raising a stopwatch, then him bellowing,

"GO!"

I took a comfy spot near the second year students and watched as the selected contestants run around the gym, planting their asses on the helpless balloons we took so long to fill.

Well some of them were helpless. The ones that weren't so, surprised the hell out of the contestants by spraying water all over the place. And I must admit, seeing their faces once they realized that their pants or shorts were soaked made me burst out laughing.

This continued, the sitting on balloons and surprised looks when several of them turned out to be filled water. Not to mention that a few students slipped a couple of times when the puddles grew larger.

Turns out, the first kid to finish, was a first year. So when he had finished first, the whole side of first years erupted into a cacophony of cheers.

Red faced and panting heavily, the student had raised a fist and shook it, falling back after another one of the contestants crossed the finish line.

The Principal stepped beside me and tapped my shoulder, gaining my attention. I craned my head towards him and saw that he had a smile on his face,

"Your Professor really did the Campus proud, look at this!"

He gestured to the first year, who was still half dead from running around the gym, being hoisted into the air by the other contestants.

"I'm already excited to see what we can do with the next activity!"

I tried smiling with him, I did. But if I had, that would be the inner asshole in me coming out and basically spitting on Randy.

The Mummy was up next, so of course Randy was already in the middle shaking from nervousness. And truthfully, I couldn't blame him. But it was all in good fun… Hopefully.

I say that in a way because the people who were wrapping Randy, were the people that made us work to our bones.. Almost. I know that Peterson and Harlem were in on it, Korty also.

I had told the group that I wasn't going to be taking part of it, because I saw no reason to. So with their permission, I was allowed to head back to my dorm and get whatever I needed to and come back. Which I wasn't going to. The Pep Rally could suck it.. I'm just gonna go to my dorm and chill for the rest of the day.

And that's just what I did. Thankfully, it was right after I heard the words,

"AND WRAP THAT MUMMY!"

Poor Randy. Rest in Pepperonis bro…

O.o.O.o.O

I opened the double door to go outside, squinting at the unusual brightness. It was beginning to become chilly, as per it was in the late September. Before long, it'll be October and then eventually November, followed up by the rest of the months.

I wasn't worried, but this time of the year was more favorable on my side because of the three straight months of eating were in view, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas.

But besides that, I shut the open door and frowned, shoving my hands into my pockets as I trudged across the campus.

Although there was nobody around, it had become a custom for me to lower my head and stare at the ground, I did it on purpose so that I wouldn't be caught staring at anyone.

My experiences of doing so were quite tragic and involved one of the party to call me a freak. But a well placed fuck you followed up by them scowling at me always made my day though.

I shiveredI shivered slightly as a gust of cold wind pelted me, making me move slightly faster towards my goal. I reached it, nonetheless colder, and quickly entered, glad to be, "Home".

I took my hands from the pockets and looked about, seeing as how unusually quiet and empty the orange hallways were.

The different doors were lined with various numbers and of course decorated with the occupants desires, some being heavy metal and other ranging to the conspicuous Anime.

I turned right, my route becoming more robotic as I knew where I was going. Seeing as how easier it was to just look out for the only door with a courteous meme stuck on it.

Grinning as a flashback of when I posted that meme up there came to me, I opened our door after inserting the key, giving the doorknob a jostle and entering our humble abode.

I guess since that was the last time I saw it, and… Probably won't ever see it again… The size of the room was even, flattening out to about the size of a common hotel room.

What I found cool, was that Randy decided one year to buy us a fridge. Like.. And actual fridge. We called her Bertha. A mixture of Bethesda and another name I can't seem to remebr at the moment, but I digress.

The room widened when you stepped in at first, having the fridge to your left and the couch an chair to the right, along with our awesome t.v. and.. Ruined gaming system.

I blame that solely on Randy. I swear it had nothing to do with me raging about campers in CoD. I swear.

I took a breath and decided to plant my ass in the gaming chair, claiming my throne and turned on the t.v.

I switched through the channels and stopped on the hub, momentarily forgetting about the Pep Rally and everything else happening outside.

A thought crossed me towards the fact that I had forgotten to grab a soda, so with the commercials playing, I got up from the leather chair and stalked over to our fridge, kicking off my shoes and planning to stay a while.

I entered the area where we had momentarily set up our fridge and coughed, opening the fridge as I did so. Inside we had stocked up on food, courtesy of me and my job as the local repair person.

It was what I call, fun jobs. Most people would think that rebuilding a toaster is stupid and in itself a humerous thing to do.

But I'd like to see you pay for a new toaster when I could give you the same toaster, but a smidge better, and at a lower price. So, that's why I liked to call my line of work, fun jobs, because hey, I loved fixing stuff.

It also reflected on the fact that I was aspiring to be a mechanic. And quite frankly, it was an awesome skill to have.

Then why not fix the router or game station?

Because I'm lazy and a fat lard, piss off.

I grabbed a case of the finest Mountain Dew and ripped a bottle off, throwing the container back into the appliance before closing it and walking back to my seat, seeing the cartoon scheduled for today start to play.

Heh, My Little Pony. Where do I even begin… We all have our little secrets, things some people know that we don't do, or try to think that we don't do. But its safe to say that I watch this show for my own personal reasons.

I blame the fandom and all of the art online for bringing my curiosity to the show, perking my inner, child side.

I remember watching the first episode around Junior year. And it was around the time the first season had began and ended, setting the whole fandom and kids alike in an uproar at the finale.

At the end of junior year, Randy and I attended different conventions, which conveniently, were placed and held at the same spot.

Randy attended his Fairty Tale convention while I attended Bronycon, just for kicks and to see what all the hub bub was about.

All I had to say was, wow. Just.. Wow.

So many different people were there, and not to metion the actors and CG animations of the characters were there too.

That year, we had a guest appearance of The Living Tombstone and Mandopony. Both were amazing, the former playing different songs that ranged from their recent Fnaf craze and ended with one of their more recent songs… I believe it was Magic.. Meh..

Anyway, rambling again, I didn't come as anything, or pony for that matter, but I did have some Vinyl Scratch glasses, so I was rocking those the entire time.

Oh come on, you gotta admit, She is pretty fucking cool.

ANYWAY! The convention was just amazing forthright. I met MysteryBen and got to shake hands with the voice actor of Scootaloo. Scratching that off my bucket list.

And since then, I've just sat in the sidelines, watching different canons and stories being written, produced, I've attended my second and third convention this year and last, and bought some merchandise.

Some, mind you. Some.

In my section of the dorm, I had a poster of the Wonderbolts and some of the team members they had.

What? It was on sale.

And I still had the Vinyl Scratch glasses on my dresser. I wore those sometimes when I was going outside or I was just bored. It was a win, win because those who watched the show gave me some brofists, and I got to hide my eye,

So heh.

Oh yeah, the TV, shit. That moment, I was watching the first episode over again, because the whole day, the announcer had said that it was a whole rerun. I was hype and intrigued because I hadn't watched the first season in a while.

Plus I had everything I needed, including my soda and the chair I was sitting in. And so, as the episode began with the signature song, I popped open my soda and chuckled,

Today was shaping up so far.

O.o.O.o.O

I got through about five episodes, taking intervals in between to stretch, crack some loose joints and just use the restroom.

I went to go piss during a weather report and came back out only to engage a strange looking visitor in a staring contest. Comedically enough, we both locked gazes, its green eyes widening before I ended up busting out laughing.

The thing before me was covered in toilet paper and had sticky stuff oozing all over him, including a few papers stuck here and there with incriminating words put on them.

I'll give you two guesses as to who it was.

If you guessed,

"Randy, oh my.. HAHAH.. OH MY GOD! What'd they do to you?!"

I continued laughing as Randy threw his arms out, a unamused look on his face,

"They took the activity to far man. They got the toilet paper and shit done good, but when they added an extra layer of glue, I noped the hell outta there."

Wiping a fictional tear from my face, I snickered some more and nodded, "Well good, glad to see your sticking to your plan."

Randy flatbrowed, simply walked over, and backhanded me. Well what I thought was a backhand. It hurt when he hit me, but I think his hand stuck to my face. He sighed and held his own, shaking his head as he muttered curses and blatent incantations to whomever was listening.

"Can you please unhand me breh. I can understand if your all touchy feely and all, but this is to much."

I said hoping to lighten the mood. Successfully, it did, as per Randy smirked from under all of the toilet paper,

"I fucking hate you. You know that?"

I pouted and painfully ripped his hand away from my face, massaging my jaw afterwards,

"Yeah, I know. Love ya too Rand."

Randy scoffed and walked to the bathroom,

"Don't watch to much MLP bro, you keep at it, and eventually I'm afraid you'll be living in it."

I scoffed and leaned on one arm as I sat in my throne,

"That's impossible Rand!"

I heard him agree, but when he was far enough away, I muttered,

"Although, that would be kinda cool…"

Meh, its a dream that couldn't be aspired. Although, there were some pretty kickass Fanfiction stories that were on point with that.

What? I read.. Occasionally.

When I heard him turn on the water, I resumed my MLP binge, eyeing the TV with such a feriosity, I'm surprised it hadn't burst into flames.

I began watching the next three episodes, ending on the one to where Hasbro introduced Trixie, and had to stop due to a light knock on the door.

Flatbrowing, I sighed and turned the TV to one of the sports stations, ended up being a golf station. Great. So, I made my way to the door and placed the remote on a counter, opening it with my other hand.

"Hel….. loh?"

I blinked and raised a brow, there was nobody at the door? I leaned forward and looked both ways, scratching my head as I did so, pondering which childish asshole would do that.

I let out a, "Hmm", and tried shutting the door, but was stopped by a little voice speaking up,

"Excuse me?"

Oh… I looked down and slapped my forehead in disdain, there was a little kid staring up at me with an amused smile. He had on a black T-shirt and Khakis. Typical stuff for so done his age.

Chuckling, I nodded and waved,

"Sorry bud, didn't see ya there.."

The kid shuffled his harry potter like glasses and sniffed, sizing me up,

"Are you.. Gerald?"

Frowning, I gave him a terse nod. At first, I thought it was just some kid that got lost, and I was about to help him, but he knew my name, so I was either in trouble…. Or this was my kid..

Hold on.. I dated Jenna… Heather.. But I never…

"Here ya go. My mom wanted me to give this to you."

He held a brown bag that was wrapped in a bow. Raising a brow, I grinned nervously and knelt down,

"Kid, are you lost? I mean.. How did you even find me? This is a.. Well this is college. Kids your age ain't supposed to be here."

The child in front of me smirked and gestured for me to take the bag again,

"My mom is looking over the Pep Rally this year. I was in the locker rooms most of the time."

Wait.. Then that means..

"Korty is your mom?"

The kid nodded enthusiastically and bounced,

"Eeyup! She wanted me to give you that because of how you did this year for the Rally!"

I scratched the back of my neck and nodded once more, unsure of how to approach this,

"Uh thanks…"

"Dee."

I blinked and looked at the kid, seeing him hold out a hand. That was his name? Now that he was closer, which was.. Kinda creepy.. I noticed that he looked awfully familiar, which was even more creepy than before. He had a pale complexion and some strangely hazel… Or was it gold hued eyes?

And I don't know that many kids,

"Alright.. Dee… Uh.. You tell your mom thanks?"

I said as I took the bag in one hand to shake his with the other. Nonetheless, Dee held my hand with a surprising grip for a… How old was he anyway? Seven? Jesus.. I gotta ask Korty about that later…

Dee let go and saluted with two fingers, "Stay safe, hear its about to downpour. Sucks, but eh."

I snickered, at least the kids got humor,

"Yeah, you too bud. Wait.. Actually,"

Dee turned around after I called out to him, so I continued,

"Do you know your way back?"

Dee smiled and nodded, showing me more of his enthusiasm,

"Yep! I'm all good. Though, I wish mom knew where the food was…"

I shrugged and pointed down the hallway,

"If you feel up for it, its all the way over there, near the gym. But you need money to buy food. Which no, I don't have."

Dee slumped and he snapped his fingers, sending me into a bout of laughter,

"Well alright Dee, head on back to Korty, I'm sure she's waiting for you."

Dees eyes widened and he gasped before running off, showing me that she was waiting.

When I saw him disappear around the turn pike, I snorted and eyed the bag. What was in here anyway? And why was it so heavy?

Thoughts being provoked by my unending curiosity, I closed the door and walked over to the counter of where I had set down my remote. Picking it up, I aimed it at the TV and sat back down in my chair, finally able to go back to watching stuff.

Except… I really wanted to know what was in the bag.

My eyes dragged themselves away from the screen an rested on the brown bag, sensing that it was hopefully filled with goodies. Hopefully not a textbook.. Fucking asshole if she got me a history textbook.

I hefted the bag onto my lap and stared at it for a moment before ripping open into it with a child like fascination.

But what I found inside, was curious. And made me raise an eyebrow in intrique.

I brought both hands into the bag and came back out with a perfect white sphere. It looked almost like one of those fortune tellers glass balls. I turned it in my hand and saw why it was so heavy,

Inside, it looked like it was filled with some sort of visquious liquid. So that's why it was unnaturally white. Huh. Wonder how Korty got that in there? Rather where in hell she got this.

I put the bag aside and went back to looking at the ball, admiring it in a soft awe. I did this for about ten minutes before I looked up to stare at the TV, seeing that I had forgotten about the episode entirely.

It was at the moment of where Trixie had brusquely proclaimed that whatever Twilight and her friends did, she could do better. So I watched with a small smile as all of them were basically shown up by illusions and how Trixie did do everything better.

I chuckled when Raritys hair turned green, seeing as how her reaction was humorous.

But anyway, I shook my head and hefted the ball, thinking back to what Randy had said earlier.

Maybe being in Equestria wouldn't be so bad.. Well aside from the fact that I'd be a total outcast.

But I was fascinated with the thought for a different reason. It was the Pegasus side of MLP. Like with the cloudsdale moments and parts of the sonic-rainboom, stuff like that.

For as long as I could remember, i had always thought that planes and stuff were cool.

So of course, watching Thomas the Tank engine and other things like the Disney movie Planes got some kicks for my flight like mood. I had also searched in my spare time, how much it would cost to fly a plane. A.k.A flight lessons.

They were too much and I wasn't old enough. So that was was kinda dream crushing. But I hadn't let it hinder me in my search for other alternatives. Like hangliding and skydiving. Or my personal favorite, the wingsuit flying.

So if you haven't guessed already, I was fascinated with flight. Heh, it was more than a fascination actually now that I think about it…

Flying for me, was like a dream. You could always think about it so much and live while you're doing it… But eventually you have to wake up.

That's another reason I have the wonderbolts poster up. They were kinda cool in my book.

But anyways, seeing moving onto why that even pertains to Equestria, I guess you could say… I was jealous? More so on the reason because I wanted nothing more to than to be in the sky…

Jesus that sounds horrible. Sorry.

I sighed and rubbed my forehead with my thumb, standing after doing so. Thinking about this subject was kind of depressing in a way, and pitiful in another, so I had lost my urge to watch the show.

I turned the TV off and thought it'd be best to put the orb on my dresser, dicerning it for the time being.

I stopped however when I got to the bed. It was just there so perfectly that I couldn't help but stare at it.

I wasn't a stickler for names, nor for appearances and for the life of me, I would probably forget your name in a heartbeat. But just seeing the three main pegasi for the poster standing heroically with a few others in the back shooting off something from their asses put me in a state of frowning.

But it turned into slight grin, which turned into a smile. Creepy as I thought, but feeling right, I simply shrugged as I started to grab the orb,

I guess I wish I could fly… Maybe then I wouldn't have to dream so much.

Several things happened all at once, as I grabbed the orb, my vision grew narrow, like as if I was staring down a long hallway. I grunted aloud as the sound of Randy taking a shower plus the new sound of the rain outside became distorted.

It felt like time had slowed down as I watched in horror as the orb slowly grew bright, blinding me. I gritted my teeth and tried shouting out, anything, I could care less about what was happening around me, but goddammit! Someone stop that light!

It encased me, billowed around me like some aura, and soon enveloped my entire sight. I felt god awful when it wrapped around me, soon feeling like I was being crushed and stretched apart. And soon, I remember it getting to a point of where I couldn't breathe, couldnt move..c..u .. l ...t t...I..n..k..

O.o.O.o.O

...couldn't think…

Wait… I opened my good eye and looked around frantically. Everything was speeding around me so fast I didn't have time to even comprehend what was happening!

Where was I? Where was my bed?! And that damn orb! I twisted my body and finally got a good view of what kind of predicament I was in, and dear lord it was stomach dropping.

Below me were rolling hills and not to far from it was a peculiar farm, filled with… Apple Trees? I blinked and tried to focus, now was not exactly the best ime to be sight seeing..

Although it was a good view, I didn't want to become the next flattest person alive. The ground was coming up rather quickly, and if I didn't want to become a pancake, or a waffle if you want to be funny, then I have to do something fast.

But what the hell could I do? Its not like I had..

Wings?...

My mouth dropped in utter shock, and if you want to get technical, I think my jaw hit the ground before I did.

There to my right and left when I checked, were wings. Like, actual feathery wings! Of course, I was kinda disappointed because of the fac that they were a shitty brown, but hey, Berger's can't be choosers right? Heh, Berger's.. That is a writ/o. I just ran out of ink. So I can't erase it..

Eh... Oh yeah!

I looked back down after gawking and about shit myself as I burst through a cloud, landing on it for a moment, smiling at my luck and convenience, and then falling out of the other side, cursing my weight and how the cloud was a bitch.

I twirled for a moment and focused all of my attention towards trying to lessen the speed I was going at. And to do that, I knew I had to somehow open my wings.

So with a determined grin, I rolled my shoulders and thought about them opening, trying to put all my will into that area.

And surprisingly, it actually worked! The two feathery wings opened with a sudden pomf, causing me to jerk back from how fast I was going.

Nonetheless, I laughed aloud and flapped them, the thought becoming natural. Holy shit, I was actually flying… Well technically hovering.

I blinked and looked around from my viewpoint, just seeing at the mere beauty of where I was right now. It took my breath away, leaving me almost in tears.

Sniffing, I cautiously leaned forward and cried out when I zipped forward. Leaning back on the sudden burst of speed, I found out that I could stop.

Huh, so to go forward you just..

"HEYHEYHEYHEYHEYLOOKOUT!"

My head whipped up from where I was, seeing a sudden shape come barreling into my stomach and knocking my concentration from me.

Just from the pain alone, I could only watch in mute shock as I was about to face plant the barn door.

But why should I be worried. Its a dream. I'll just wake up when I smack against that barn and be on my bed. And as soon as I get there, I'm taking that orb and chucking it out the nearest window.

But to my horror, I smacked the barn, yes, and kept going. The pain caused me to grunt in annoyance as I bounced inside the barn before going out the top and sailing into the town I saw earlier.

But I am happy to write, that I was not awake when I hit the next building.

O.o.O.o.O

"What if he doesn't wale up?! Then I won't be able to think right, knowing I.."

"Ms. Dash please, I would ask that you refrain from freaking out. He is fine as you can see. Although, his wings will take a day or two to heal, he will be alright."

What… Wings? Ms… Dash? That doesn't sound like a professor I know…

"Alright.. Okay.. He's gonna be fine. Great."

That voice, it sounded familiar… Where have I heard it from? It was high pitched, girl, but it was scratchy… I heard the other voice speak up, his sounding gruff and deep,

"Oh, I do believe he is awake."

"WAIT WHAT?! Oh uh.. What do I say? Hey uh sir? I kinda crashed into you? Made you nearly die?"

"How about we let him wake up and then you freak out. On him. Not me."

"... Not helping."

"I'm a doctor, mind you, I fix physical isues. I'm not supposed fix mental issues."

I grunted as I tried opening my eyes, but seeing as there was a blinding light, I quickly shut them and groaned again.

"I think he doesn't like the light doc."

I managed to scoff and raise my arm to block out the light,

"I.. Have a name… You know.."

There was a gasp, followed by a sudden fluttering sound,

"Oh Sweet Celestia! I thought you were dead!"

Wait.. Excuse me? Celestia?

"How are you feeling?"

I squinted against the light and could barely make out the shapes and blobs around me,

"Ill feel better when I know where the hell I am."

I blinked out the dreariness and whipped away all the excess things in my eyes. When they cleared, my jaw, which I hadn't picked up since imfound out that I had wings, dropped even further.

Before me, one hovering above the hospital bed I was in, the other smiling and wiggling his mustache, were ponies. And not just your typical ponies either. The one to the right of me, was a grey haired pony with a mustache for his doctor uniform. He, was a unicorn from the looks of it.

And the other, was someone I hadn't even dreamed of seeing, The Rainbow Dash. The doctor Stallion raised a grey hoof and stated simply,

"Friend, you are in Ponyville Hospital."

I mouthed out the word, Ponyville, then muttered Celestia, and when I went to scratch my head, I made it about halfway before I felt my eyes roll, losing consciousness.

"And that happened… NURSE!"

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