Language Barrier Chapter One [New]

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PART ONE
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>BEEP BEEP BEEP
>You hit snooze. Again.
>It’s the third time today.
>This time you stay awake though, and you slowly make your way out of bed.
>You head to your bathroom and take a shower to wake you up.
>As you dry yourself, your ears are hit by the irritating buzzing of your alarm.
>Hey genius, next time try to remember to turn off the alarm instead of just hitting snooze.
>You start to rush towards the noisy clock.
>You take a single step before slipping.
>Your feet are propelled skyward and your back hits the hard floor.
Great... gonna be one of THOSE mornings...
>You stand back up and rub your back.
>You falter back to your bedroom and finally turn off the alarm.
>Sweet, sweet silence.
>You put on a set of clean clothes and head for the kitchen.

>How the FUCK did you manage to burn your toast?
>It's a TOASTER. NOT A GOD DAMN SPACE SHUTTLE.
>They also had to be the last slices of bread in the entire house.
>Good job, Fucko.
>Whatever, you’ll just have to put more PB on them, that’s all.
>No peanut butter left.
>Jumping through your window sounds like a great plan right now.
>You do something reasonable instead.
>You throw away the coal-like substance that used to be bread.
>Cereal? Check.
>Milk? Check.
>Clean bowl and spoon? Check.
>Good, let’s hope you don’t burn them too.
>Thankfully, you eat your cereal without any incident.
>Alright, maybe you’re done with the bad luck.
>THUD.
>Toe, meet table.
>Your face is warped with pain.
>Your blaring swearing echoes through the neighborhood.

>After calming down, you drop your dishes in the sink.
>A quick look at your stubbed toe confirms you that it’s not broken.
>Still hurts like a bitch, though.
>You glance at your watch.
>10:34
>Time to leave.
>You make sure you took everything before going out.
>Wallet, phone, keys, mp3 player, headphones and violin.
>Yep, you’re good.
>You get out and lock your door.
>Nimbly avoiding walking in a pile of dog waste, you manage to get your ass on the bench next to the bus stop.
>With your luck, you’re probably going to have to stand next to some fat sweating guy.
>Or maybe you’ll get mugged on your way to your jam session.
>Better yet, you’re going to get run over by a truck while crossing the street.
>After a few minutes of thinking about more jolly scenarios, your bus pulls over.
>You see a few unoccupied seats in the back and make your way to one of them.
>Having about 30 minutes of travel until you reach destination, you put on your headphones.
>You look through your music collection and pick the violin cover of ‘Sweet Child O’ Mine’ that you love.
>Your eyelids become heavy and sleep quickly overcomes your body.


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PART TWO
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>Something is tickling your hand, feels like grass.
>You open your eyes.
>It is grass.
>You spring to your feet.
"What the fuck!?"
>You must be dreaming.
>Yeah, that must be it, a dream.
>It feels so real though. Your senses aren’t numbed down like when you usually dream.
>The air is fresh, the ambient sounds are clear and the grass feels like, well, grass.
>Everything is so... colorful. And two dimensional.
>Wait... does that mean that you look... oh fuck.
>You run to a nearby puddle of water and look at your reflection.
>Holy shit, you look strange as hell.
>Your skin is now one solid color and a slightly darker line draws the outline of your body.
>You give yourself a couple of good slaps in the face.
>Awake? No.
>Red hand-shaped marks on your face? Yes.

>Dreaming or not, standing alone in the wilderness won’t do any good.
>Looking around, you see that your violin case is lying on the ground a few feets away from where you woke up.
>You open it and let out a sigh of relief when you see that your violin is still there with your bow and rosin cake.
>You look through the pockets on your case to find out that everything you kept in them have vanished.
>Well, not everything. You found your solar powered charger.
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VRr9NG7RE0
>So, unless mistaken, you only have :
>Your clothes.
>A violin in its case, along with a bow and a rosin cake.
>An mp3 player with headphones.
>A solar powered charger.

>Oh yeah, all this technology will help you survive in the wild.
>Totally.
>Good thing you had breakfast before you left, at least you can go on for a while before having to eat.
>You better start looking for a road or something.
>You grab your stuff and start to walk up a nearby hill.
>Maybe the high ground will help you to find a road or a trail, maybe you’ll see a river or even a…
>Small... town?
>Well, that was easy.
>You begin to make your way towards civilization.


>As you get closer to the town you notice something strange.
>Everything looks like it was made for hobbits.
>And you didn’t see any human being in the town... only small pastel-colored horses.
“What the hell is going on?” You mutter to yourself.
>A light brown horse suddenly notices you.
>Its eyes grow wide and it yells something you can’t understand.
>Wait... Yell? That sounded like he was saying something in a different language.
>Every equine in town turns towards you in an instant.
"Uh... hello?"
>There is a short silence, followed by utter chaos as every creature seems to run into houses and close the doors shut.
>Confusion overwhelms you.
>You just stand still, watching the town flee in terror from you.
"..."
"What?"


>Nothing makes sense anymore.
>Why is this town filled with ponies?
>Why do they live in houses?
>Why were some of them flying?
>Why were they fleeing from you?
>...
>You know what?
>Fuck logic. Why don’t you just go ask them?
>You walk towards the closest home you see and knock at the door.
"Excuse me, could you help me?"
"..."
"..."
"Hello?"
>You try out another door, same result.
"I guess there’s no point in trying other doors."
>You go sit on a nearby bench and wait a couple of minutes, hoping that one of the resident would come out eventually.
>...
>Yep, any minute now.
>...
>God, this dream sucks.
>...
>What if it wasn’t a dream?
>What if that bus got all ‘Magic School Bus’ on your ass and transported you to a wacky dimension?
>You knew you should have stayed home today.
>In the eventuality that all of this is real, and judging by the warm welcome you just had; humans are either inexistent here or they are bloodthirsty monsters.
>Great.


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PART THREE
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>Since the population is dead set on staying hidden, you decide to leave the town for a while.
>Let them calm down and maybe try a different approach next time.
>You walk back to the top of the hill.
>After climbing up a small boulder, you sit down and try to make yourself comfortable.
>The landscape around you is breathtaking.
>Green hills adorns the countryside with delicate curves.
>Clouds scattered in the sky as far as the eye can see.
>You put your headphones on and lay down on your back.
>Vivaldi’s ‘Four Seasons’ and the gorgeous landscape slowly lulls you to sleep.


>Waking up, you notice the air is lacking the subtle aroma of sweat and piss.
>This means that you are not back in your bus and still stuck in the other world.
>You reluctantly open your eyes to confirm your suspicion and-
"Wow."
>The already beautiful scenery is now basking in the light of the setting sun.
>The hills are now casting their vast shadows over the countryside.
>The clouds are tinted with the warm colors of the sunset.
>Inspired by this scene, you open your violin case.
"Time to get some fresh air, buddy."
>Your partner is more of the silent type, only speaking when he needs to.
>But when you work together, you two make a great duet.
>Standing on your rock, you feel insignificant compared to the majesty this sunset.
>You rosin up your bow and tighten its hairs.
>You lift your instrument to your shoulder.
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kUY4OEn7wf0


>You bow down, presenting your respect to the work of art of Mother Nature that inspired your music.
>You can almost hear the clapping and cheering of an imaginary crowd.
>Reinvigorated by your performance, you decide to try and approach the strange town again.
>You turn around and-
>Oh god what fuck?!
>Turns out, you weren’t imagining the crowd after all.
>A dozen or so pastel ponies are slamming their hooves on the ground around you.
>You take another bow, facing your spectators this time.
>The equine Skittles commercial gets closer as you sit down on your rock.
>Two of them start to talk to you.
>Well, you think they’re talking; it sounds nothing like any language you’ve ever heard.
>You try to motion them that you can’t understand what the hell they’re saying, without any result.
>Maybe saying something will shut them up.
"Do I look like I can speak horse?"
>Yeah, that worked. Now they’re looking at each other in confusion.
>One of them eventually step forward and asks something.
>In horse language.
>You sigh heavily.
"I. Can’t. Understand. You."
>You make exaggerated gestures while speaking; tapping your chest, shaking your head in the negative, pointing to your ears, pointing to them.
>Finally, you think they get it.
>Now you’re just staring at the ponies in an awkward silence.
>Yeah, much better.


>The sky slowly darkens as the sun sets and the moon rises.
>Even though you just spent the afternoon sleeping on a rock in the middle of nowhere, you're not sure you want to stay alone in the wilderness for a full night.
>You point to yourself, make your middle finger and index 'walk' on your hand, motion to the town and... huh...
>How the hell are you supposed to pantomime a question mark?
>No matter, the group of equine is already arguing.
>Actually, only two of them are. The rest of them are just looking back and forth between the two disputing ponies.
>On one side, you have a cream-colored pony with a purple and pink mane whose emotions fluctuate between annoyed, worried and slightly angry.
>On the other, you have a mint green unicorn (the fact that unicorns exist in this world barely surprise you) with a blueish-grey and white mane that looks completely thrilled.
>And then there's you, and you don't know what the fuck is going on.
>Eventually, the non-vocal group takes a few steps back and one of them say something.
>A couple of them wave at you before they all start walking back towards the town, leaving you alone with two arguing horses.
>After a few more minutes of arguing, the off-white pony lets out an exasperated sigh.
>The mint flavored unicorn stands on her hind legs and fist pumps a couple of time while cheering.