Worlds Apart Prologue Part 1 (DEAD)

>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LatorN4P9aA plays on the radio as you drive down the road, windows down.
>It’s your twenty third year of life and you are just the same as you’ve been for years.
>You wake up, you go to work, and you go home, finishing off the night with the usual of fapping, internet, vidya, and more internet.
>You try and manage a smile as you plow down the old dirt road, bumps tossing your car around.
>This was one of those old roads that are often deserted, so you took it to and from work to avoid traffic.
>And since you worked late usually, you enjoyed that it was pretty devoid of light pollution from the city whenever you were driving home.
>Lost in thought, listening to your favorite song after a hard day at an annoying and lackluster job with the wind in your hair, you fail to notice the deer in the middle of the road.
>At the very last second, you hit the brakes and try to swerve off road but it’s too late.
>Poor deer was all you could think as you flip your car over, landing in a ditch and blacking out.
>Hours pass, and eventually you manage to regain consciousness.
>Good thing I was wearing my seatbelt, you mutter aloud as every inch of your body is wracked with pain.
>You pat yourself around. Nothing seems broken. Well, except for your car.
>First things first, call for help.
>You reach into your pocket and…nothing.
>You left it at work…again.
>Panic begins to set in, but you somehow manage a reality check, and try to assess the situation.
>Aside from your ceiling caving in a little, you can still manage to get the door open with a little force.
>You look to the deer first, but it seemed to be missing. Huh.
>The front of your car is smashed in pretty bad, but the engine isn’t on fire or anything. That’s good.
>What is not good is that you really have no idea where you are, and no way to contact anyone.
>Fuck.
Part II
>Fuckfuckfuck, you scream as you pound on your smashed up car.
>It had served you well, even if it was a piece of shit.
>Panicking, you start rummaging through the glovebox. Maybe I had a map somewhere?
>Nope.
>You slump down in the ditch, tears starting to stream down your face.
>This was your greatest fear, honestly. Being alone, stranded.
>You look to the sky, thinking about all of the friends who’ll miss you when you die out here. And your parents. Oh god.
>You don’t try to hold back. Who’s going to hear you? No one ever comes down this damned road.
>The tears are flowing freely now, and all you can see is dry grassland speckled with trees in front of you, barely illuminated by the moon.
>You look into the starry sky, one of the only places you could find solace.
>Fucking hell. You goddamned idiot. What the fuck am I supposed to do now?
>For what seems like hours, you stare at the sky.  On a guess, you’d have to say you’ve been stranded here for at least a couple hours, and your addled mind struggles to stay awake.
>Defeated, you mutter to yourself “Someone…please help me”, as everything fades to black again.
>Images flash around inside your head as you drift off. Colors swirling and distorting.
>Then it all flashes white, and you spring awake.
>It’s much darker now. You guess you’ve not been out for long.
>The moon continues to shine it’s lonely light…but wait a second, why is it full now? And so close?
>You rub your eyes wearily, wiping the old tears away. Sure enough.
>Well shit, I’m not dreaming. How late is it?
>You try to stand, placing a hand backwards to brace yourself against your poor vehicle.
>And you promptly fall backwards.
>What.
>Panicking, you look around. No car in sight. No road in sight. What the fuck?
>Come on Anon...think...you're much too handsome to just die in some random woods.
>Mustering up your what's left of your energy, you manage to your feet, your body still wracked with soreness from the wreck.
>The moon illuminates the landscape just barely, and you can make out trees in the distance.
>The rest of the grasslands is just that...flat and grassy.
>”Where in the hell am I?”
>Deciding to just pick a direction and run with it, you walk slowly toward the woods
>The trees around you seem oddly shaped, but you're no tree expert. And who knows, you're probably hallucinating anyway.
>Continuing on through the woods you finally see a little dirt pathway. Must be a camping trail.
>Well, that means there’s civilization somewhere close. Paths don’t make themselves.
>In the distance, all you see is dense wood. Looking down, the path seems addled with what you determine to be hoofprints, albeit they seem a little small.
>”Oh, so it’s a horse trail. That’s…good?”
>”You try to think…where are horses around here? I don’t remember seeing any ranches or anything nearby…”
>Eventually your tired legs carry you to what looks like a small cottage.
>Upon further inspection you see it’s riddled with birdhouses, small trees…even its own little bubbling brook.
>“Something out of a fairytale.” you think aloud.
>Yawning, you sigh a bit. This will be your bed for the night, for what good that does to your over-stressed mind.
>You spy a small housing to the side, littered with a bit of straw.
>Shivering, you crawl inside, and sleep takes you again.
>”Oh my…what are you?”
>Sunlight attacks your eyes. Critical hit!
>You groggily open your eyes to a small creature looking down at you.
>Too tired to panic, you close your eyes again, but you feel it nudging you slightly.
>”Oh come now, I know you’re tired little one, but aren’t you hungry?” the voice says quietly. A girl?
>You want to say no, but your stomach betrays you.
>Finally you open your eyes and stretch, your feet and hands rapping against the small shed’s walls.
>And THEN you panic.
Part 4
>”Oh don’t be scared! I won’t hurt you!”
>It’s body was a pale yellow color, with a flowing pink ribbon of hair to one side. Innocent baby blue eyes looked down on you, smiling.
“I…where am I?” You manage to stammer.
>”Why, silly, you’re in Equestria! And you can speak! How wonderful! Come, I’ve just started to feed the other animals. Let’s get you some food.”
>She turns around, and begins to walk away. You notice she has wings, and a tail much like the hair on top of her head; pink and ribbony.
>Then it hits you. She’s a horse…no…she’s too small to be a horse. Maybe she’s just a pony? And what the hell is Equestria? And why can she talk.
>All of this thinking only makes your head hurt more. You blindly decide to crawl out of the shed and follow her.
>The sunlight hits you like a truck. Squinting, you manage a glimpse of the landscape and the colors floor you.
>The trees are a vibrant green, birds flapping and tweeting around you in pastel colors with their beaks seemingly smiling.
>Everything is pastel, bright, and happy. The little horse trots up to a bag and pours a small amount of feed on the floor with her mouth, the happy birds and other assorted Snow-White-esque creatures gobbling it with gusto.
“What is going on. Where the hell am I.”
>Oops, thinking to yourself was never easy for you.
>The pony looks to you and cowers slightly.
P5
>Standing at around six foot tall, you tower over the small creature. You weren’t built, and you had grown a little pudgy from being a computer potato, but you didn’t look too awful.
>But you were scaring the poor thing, so you kneel down onto one knee. She was harmless, after all.
“I have no idea where I am, I don’t know what you are, and my head feels like it’s about to explode…but I promise that I won’t hurt you.”
>You finish that last part with your hand over your heart. Ever the dramatic one.
>She seems to take the hint, and smiles a little.
>”Well, I’m a pony, and this is my cottage,” she says, gesturing to the ridiculous structure behind her. “You don’t look like any animal I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot of animals.”
>She holds out a…hoof. “I’m Fluttershy. Do you have a name?”
>Instinctively you grab her hoof and shake it, but apparently you don’t know your own strength.
>She wobbles with each shake, and you let go almost immediately.
>She stumbles forward, and with a laugh you grab her by the shoulders and stabilize her.
“My name is Anonymous,” you say in a quiet a sultry voice, locking eyes with her “But you can call me Anon.”
You’ve just met this pony and you’re already hitting on her. Awesome job self.
>You can already see the rosiness in her cheeks as she backs away, and you chuckle to yourself.
>”O..okay Anon. Let…let’s get you something to eat. Then may…maybe we can figure out the rest.”
>She uneasily leads you to her cottage, where a seemingly angry looking bunny is in the doorway.
>”Angel, why aren’t you eating? I made you your special breakfast salad and everything.”
>The rabbit glowers at her until he sees you towering behind her. He scurries off into the cottage.
>”Angel wait! He’s friendly!” she coos as she charges into the house.
>Leaving you in the doorway to a house that looks like a crazy cat ladies’ dream.
>Animal housings and paraphernalia don the walls and floors, with the occasional chair, table, or couch here and there to keep up the illusion of “house”.
>Having to kneel to fit through the door, it’s actually a little roomier on the inside.
>Wings. Pegasus. Right.
Er…Fluttershy? You ask, the name sounding unbelievable to your tired brain.
>Suddenly crashing and banging noises are heard in the adjoining room, and you rush to help.
>Fluttershy is sitting on the floor next to an open window, a bowl of salad turned over on to her head.
WIP