He slowly awoke, letting out a small groan as he opened his eyes and tried to adjust them to the light in the room. It was dim, creating a depressing and somewhat frightening environment around him. He could see the torches attached to the walls and the cobblestone corridor that seemed to go on forever. Oh, how he hated corridors…

He knew perfectly well where he was. It was a place where he, Felix Kjellberg, or PewDiePie, as he was known to his fans, had spent many hours before. It was a place where some of his best friends lived, yet it was a pit of nightmares and despair; Brennenburg Castle, also known as the world of Amnesia.

The first feeling that reached him was pain, searing pain that started on his temples and descended to the back of his neck. It felt like someone was sticking millions of needles into his brain with every move he took, no matter how small. Squeezing his eyes shut, he pushed himself off the ground, wondering how he had ended up there in the first place. He remembered falling asleep in his bed next to his girlfriend, and now he was inside a videogame? It just didn't make sense.

He tried to look around to see if there was any sign of life, when another migraine hit him, this time stronger than before. Cringing and gritting his teeth, he closed his eyes again and took his hoof to his right temple, hoping that if he massaged it, it would –

Wait, 'hoof'?!

His eyes shot opened and his fears were confirmed: he had hooves! Two hard, round, and for some reason pale-blue, hooves! But that wasn't all; his arms were pale-blue as well! And so was the rest of his body, now that he was checking. He also noticed a bushy dirty-blonde tail at the end of his behind, and his YouTube logo on each side of his butt. Or was it 'flank', now?

He started to hyperventilate and look around frantically, not exactly sure of what he was searching. Much to his pleasure he spotted a mirror on the wall not too far away, and scurried towards it, tripping on his own feet - er, hooves - in the process and falling flat on his stomach. He cursed to himself as he realized that walking on his hind legs wouldn't do him any good now. Weakly raising himself on all fours, he wobbled towards the mirror, and what he saw freaked him out more than was expected.

His hair seemed to look exactly as it did before, color and all, and so did his blue eyes. The problem was his face. It wasn't exactly a face anymore; it was a muzzle. His ears had also changed, being now longer and pointing up, but what caught his attention the most was the fact that he now had a horn growing out of his forehead. He took a hoof to the pointy protuberance, feeling how it rigid it was. He also felt the rest of his features, feeling more and more disturbed by the minute.

"What… the… HELL?!" he shouted, starting to feel like he was losing his mind.

"Keep it down. Do you want to wake up the entire castle?"

He jumped and quickly turned around, looking everywhere as he tried to spot the origin of the voice he had just heard.

"W-who's there?" he whispered as he trembled in fear, both from his current situation and worried that that voice might be from some evil creature. Although it did sound a bit familiar.

"Relax, Pewdie. It's just me."

The sounds of hooves hitting the stone floor could be heard coming closer as whoever was there neared the frightened Swede. As soon as the character stepped into the light, Pewdie almost had to shield his eyes so he wouldn't be blinded. In front of him stood another pony, but this one was completely golden. Fur, eyes, mane, tail, all golden. He also had a horn sticking out of his forehead and was wearing a tunic, also golden, that covered the top half of his body, including his head. A sword was tucked away on his belt, and on his flank was the image of a small golden statue.

As soon as his eyes readjusted they widened, and for the first time since he had woken up, Pewdie smiled. A little too much, to be honest.

"STEPHANO!" he cried out and ran towards his friend, noticing that he had better control of his legs now. "Man, am I glad to see you! What the hell happened to us?"

"I'm not sure myself. This is highly unusual." the golden unicorn replied as he brought one of his own hooves close to his face to inspect it. "And it's not just us. The others are like this as well."

"Even the Bro?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen him today. And quite frankly, I don't want to."

"Can you imagine the Bro as a pony?" Pewdie chuckled as he imagined the vile creature in that new form. "That would be priceless!"

"Focus, Pewdie! We need to find out how we got like this, remember?" Stephano scolded the gamer, nudging him.

"Right, right." Pewdie shook his head and looked around for anything that could help. "I don't know about you, but I think there must be a clue somewhere around here." he took a few steps down the hallway as he kept investigating. "I mean, a person doesn't just turn into a pony like thaAAAAAAAAAHH!"

He hobbled on something smooth and round until he lost his balance and fell onto the hard ground muzzle-first. As he rubbed his sore jaw and groaned in agony, Stephano walked towards the object that had tripped his friend, which he could now see was a small glass bottle. He turned it over to read the label, and his brow furrowed.

"Just as I suspected. A potion that turns people into ponies." he stated with a frustrated sigh. "This is my brother's doing, no doubt about it."

"Gonzales? Are you sure?" asked Pewdie, who had gotten back up but was still rubbing his chin. Stephano turned the bottle around once more to show him the inside of the label, where it was written 'Property of Gonzales the Statue'. "Oh."

"It also says that the effects become permanent after twelve hours, so we better find him soon if we want the cure."

Pewdie nodded and started heading down the hallway, trying his best to make out his surroundings in the darkness. Normally he would've taken a torch or a lamp with him, but due to his lack of fingers there was no way to hold either.

"Here, you might need this."

His vision suddenly became clearer as Stephano brought a lamp close to his face. Pewdie looked back to see how he could possibly be holding the object, but all he saw was his horn emanating some sort of dark-gold aura which seemed to be engulfing the light source.

"How… how are you doing that?" he asked in awe as he stared at the lamp.

"Well, I…" Stephano stopped in his tracks, a confused look on his face. "I actually have no idea. I just imagined myself lifting up the lamp and suddenly it was floating in the air."

Pewdie was intrigued about his ability, and wondered if he could do it too, since he also had a horn. He focused hard on the lamp and imagined lifting it up as much as best he could, and suddenly he saw a blue light shine around it and the lamp floating in front of him.

"Awesome!" he celebrated, waving the object around for no particular reason.

"Yes, I know. Now can we just keep going, please?" Stephano walked past the childish gamer, annoyed about his shenanigans. Pewdie followed, shining his light between the two.

AUTHOR'S NOTE (PLEASE READ)

Here's a little something I had been working on for a while.

I know, it's a highly unlikely crossover, but I just had to. I just started imagining Stephano and the others as ponies and I JUST HAD TO!

Intrigued? Well, stick around and see what happens next!

BTW, you guys like my cover image? I made it myself. It wasn't easy, but I'm pretty proud of it. x)