Anon and Friend In Equestria(reformated)

>You sigh as you haul your tired body into your shitty Saturn.
>Another 12 hour shift at McDicks for shitty minimum wage.
>Whatever, it pays the bills for the most part.
>The car creaks under your weight.
"Don't you dare fucking break down again."
>As the car starts up, your phone starts to ring.
"Hel-"
>"Dude, I fucking did it!"
"Huh?"
>"I've figured out how to get there, man!"
"...goddamn it."
>You knew exactly what he was talking about.
>He'd been talking about going to Equestria and other crazy bullshit.
>Fucker had issues, but he was your only friend.
>"Get over here, I'll show you how it works!"
"Show me how wha--dude look, I'm tired. I just worked overtime and I just want to sleep. Save the bullshit for tomorrow."
>"But it's not--"
>You hang up and pull out of the dimly lit parking lot.
>Wouldn't want to get robbed again.
>Ten minutes later, you pull into your apartment complex.
>As you park, you notice a very out of place bright red Ford Mustang.
>None of the cars here were ever thatnice.
>You step out of your car, and the driver's door of the Mustang flies open.
>"Hey dude! Get in!"
>Oh fuck, it's him.
"How the fuck did you get a Mustang? You don't have a job!"
>"That's not important. Come on, don't you want to meet your Wai--"
"Don't fucking say it. Don't. I like...ponies just as much as the next guy, but don't be stupid."
>You hear a loud engine in the distance.
>"Dude, you need to get in the car. Like now."
"No, I--"
>The engine is getting closer.
>You're suddenly grabbed and shoved into the passenger side of the Mustang.
"What the fuck are you doing!?"
>Your buddy hops behind the wheel and throws the car into reverse.
>Another Mustang pulls wildly drifts into the parking lot.
"What the fuck did you do?"
>He throws it into drive and flies out of the lot, barely missing the other car.
>At this moment, you notice a clusterfuck of wires and random parts crowding the small area behind the seats.
>Before you can question it, he floors it and you're slammed against your seat.
>He glances at you.
>"We're on our way!"
>You struggle to sit up and pull you seat belt on.
>You two were way over the speed limit, and he had just ran a red light.
"ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY!?"
>He doesn't answer but seems adamant about keeping the gas pedal glued to the floor.
>You start to panic.
"STOP THE FUCKING CAR"
>You start to hear sirens behind you.
"SHITSHITSHIT"
>Out the corner of your eye, you see his him reach back and start fucking with the wires in the back, his manic grin growing larger.
>You grip the leather upholstery as he's closing the gap between him and a large building at the end of the road.
'This is it. This is how I die. I haven't done anything worth doing with my life. Oh god, help me!'
>A plethora of colors cloud your vision completely a split second before you smash into the building.
>The last thing you hear is crazed laughter before everything goes dark.
---
>Your eyes flutter open as you slowly regain consciousness.
>The first thing you notice is all the glass.
>Shattered into tiny pieces, all over the ceiling.
>You realize you're hanging upside-down and are now aware of the painful pressure across your chest.
>As you reach over to unbuckle yourself, your muscles cry in protest.
>The buckle isn't cooperating.
>You struggle to free yourself despite the discomfort and notice a body splayed out next to you.
>Fuck.
"H-hey..."
>Your throat feels raw for some reason.
"Daniel?"
>You feel the dread starting to pool in your stomach.
>You force yourself to calm down and focus.
>You press as hard as you can, and fall to the ground.
>Searing pain shoots through your leg.
>A choked scream parts your cracked lips.
>You look down and see your leg bent at an odd angle, like a rag doll's.
>You force yourself to sit up on your elbow; the glass cutting into your arm is unpleasant, but nothing compared to your snapped limb.
>You turn your attention to your friend again.
>Upon closer examination, his chest heaving up and down.
>You sigh in relief, but there's something off about him.
>His face was...less detailed.
>A lot less detailed.
>His beard, normally quite visibily tangled, was almost two dimensional.
>Come to think of it, the rest of him was flat, too.
>You have to touch him to make sure he wasn't a drawing.
>Your hands...
>You inspect them.
>The creases, the nails...they are no longer there.
>They have almost no detail, with the exception of the small shards of glass embedded in them and a few drops of blood.
>Your heartbeat suddenly speeds up.
> Your body starts to shake as tears fall down your face.
>The salty liquid burns against your cuts.
>You're crying, not in sadness, but out of sheer confusion
>A few sobs escape you.
>"I think somepony's in there!"
>You immediately tense and look around.
"Help!"
>"There is!"
"Please! My leg is broken a-and my friend is unconscious!"
>You hear footsteps quickly closing in.
>You attempt to drag yourself closer to the broken window, but the pain proves too much.
"I can't--!"
>Your brain freezes on you as a small purple dragon meets your gaze.
>Both of your jaws drop.
>"...T-twilight...?"
>Words escape you as non other than Twilight Sparkle herself comes into view.
>Her expression mimics Spikes.
>You let out a worried laugh right before you pass out.