[FR] Metal - Part 1

>As you drifted off to sleep, you hoped it wouldn't happen again.
>but it did of course
>you're standing in the same familiar field
>the grass sways even though there is no wind
>some birds flit by, without a sound
>you gingerly takes some steps forward
>the dirt is loose and soft beneath your foot
>a few more steps, and the metal slips, sending you careening towards the ground
>you don't have time to catch yourself and plow face first into the moist ground
>the first, and last thing you hear before waking up is a mysterious voice say "don't worry sweetie, I'll always be there to help you up"

You jolt awake in your bed
>third time this week you've had that dream
>maybe you should see a therapist or something
>could be post traumatic stress or something
>you disregard the therapist thought as you sit up, remembering your still laid off
>and unemployed...
>you swing your foot over the side of the bed, and reach down for the familiar cold metal appendage
>its been a month and a half since you lost your leg
>a month since you had took your neice out to the zoo
>and tried to cross the street during a less-trafficky time
>you still remember it like yesterday
>Allie stepping ahead of you
>yelling "come back, Allie!"
>the bus horn and the screeching of the breaks
>diving to push her out of the way
>the sickening crunch as your kneecap was shattered
>you shudder and try to think of other things, attaching the ball and socket joint on your prostetic leg
>you get up, ready to face the day

>your day goes by un-eventfully
>you get some breakfeast
>look in the job section of the newspaper
>nothing appealing
>head online
>nothing local
>head to lunch with your friend Katherine
>feel the embarrasment of having her pay because you don't have the money
>again
>go home and watch some TV
>browse facebook
>just generally do not a whole lot
>then you go to bed
>for some odd reason, you keep your leg on
>never tried sleeping with it on, and no one said not to
>you fall asleep

>what feels like moments later, you wake up
>you're in the field again, but you immediately can tell this dream is different
>you hear the birds chirping
>you feel the wind blowing the grass
>you take your first step carefully
>and then another
>now you're walking normal, no problem
>you take a minute to evaluate your surroundings
>a ways off, you see a dirt trail, and head for it

>as you tread lightly, still apprehensive of falling, you see something blue in the sky
>almost the same color as the sky
>a bird maybe?
>no, not a bird, much bigger than a large bird
>as it gets closer, you stare in disbelief and confusion
>it appeared to be a horse with wings
>its mane was a multitude of colors, like a rainbow
>you weren't sure what to do, but it was going to pass overhead any minute
>you decided why the fuck not? and gave a shout and a wave
>the horse (pony may be a better term, it was rather small) looked down
>its eyes grew comically large, and as its attention was fixed on you, it smacked into a tree
>you hurry over to wear it lay on the ground
>not knowing if it would respond in any way, you say half to yourself and half to it
Oh no, what've i done? Are you ok?
>you say it the way you would to an animal that can't understand english
>to your shock, unlike any animal you've ever met, it responds
>"Yeah, i'm fine, just a few scratches"
>you jump at her unexpected words
>"woah, I'm the scared one here! Remember, I crashed into that tree?"
>she smiles, and you awkwardly laugh, relaxing a little
>she speaks up
>"so if you don't mind me asking, uh, what are you? and what are you doing out here?"
>what am I?
Well, I'm Anon, and quite frankly i don't know what I'm doing out here. I just dreaming out here i guess
>she looks at you oddly
What?
>"dreaming? I don't know what you Anons call dreaming, but this ain't it. This is real"

>you decide not to argue with her when you see the gash on her leg
>even if this was a dream, you might as well help her
>you point to the blood on her leg and say
Are you sure your ok?
>"Oh! That is pretty bad. Listen, i have a friend who doesn't live far from here who takes care of animals. She can patch me up. Do you wanna come?
>You agree and she says
>shes really good with all sorts of wildlife, maybe she'll know more about Anons.
>as you walk over with her, you explain that your name is Anon, and that your a human
>you tell her what happened before you got here, and told her in general terms about earth
>she found it hard to beleive, but didn't question your truthfullness
>in return she told you where you were and about Equestria
>a place with talking ponys
>neat
>it was easy to keep pace, her limping and you shuffling along
>finally you reach a small cottage, and Rainbowdash (as her name was) raises a hoof to knock
>after a minute, a yellow pony with wings answers the door
>Rainbowdash explains the situation to the yellow pony, who she calls Fluttershy, and you two get introduced
>she stands aside in the doorway and says
>"come inside, Rainbowdash"