A Snow Globe (WIP)

>Well the holiday has come and gone
>And nothing exciting happened
>The only thing you got for Christmas was a snow globe
>You bought it yourself
>Though to be fair, it was battery powered so it can continuously snow
>It makes you feel like a child where anything is possible again
>Sure you have a family but you had to work that week
>You just got home from work and you feel very tired right now
>However your mind doesn't want to sleep
>You unbox your snow globe and turn it on from the bottom
>The small fan springs to life as the flakes inside fly everywhere
>It's rather calming
>You stare through the globe, imagining you playing in the snow once more
>As you stare, the images are slowly changing
>It isn't you anymore but some strange pink thing
>Some sort of pony having a snowball fight with three smaller ones
>You look around your room then back at the globe
>Have you finally gone mad?
>As you stare at this insanity, some glowing eyes apear near some trees
>They slowly come out to reveal that they are made out of wood
>And looks like to bring ill intention
>The ponies don't notice them
>'Look out' your mind says but they continue the snowball fight
>this is all in your head, can they not hear you?
>They slowly crept closer
"Turn around" You whisper
>If they don't pay attention, the snow will be painted red with their blood
"Please! If you can hear me, Watch out!" You bellow
>You must be going off the deep end if you're yelling at a snow globe
>Your shouting seemed to work
>The ponies look around for the voice and find out they are being hunted
>But you didn't expect the pink one to bring out a cannon from out of nowhere and shoot them all
>One shot is all it took and they fall into pieces
>OK, you had enough
>You turn off your globe, place it back on the mantle and head strait for bed
>That brain of yours must be tired to imagine that shit!
>Drugs got nothing against a tired mind
>You plop yourself onto the bed
>Hopeing that too much work hasn't made you lost your marbles
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>It has been a few days since that What-the-Fuckatory
>Work has been still busy as ever because the new years weekend
>However, it's your day off today
>You got calls from your family saying "Hope you had a decent Christmas and have a great new year"
>They know well enough your work schedule changes a lot, so meeting up with them is pretty slim
>They did sent a fruitcake your way and this was the good part about it...it's FRESH!
>You take "The Hobbit" from the book shelf and read a few chapters while munching on the fruity goodness!
>The fake fireplace sets the mood almost perfectly but it's missing something...
>Snow falling from the window
>...
>That hasn't happened over here for four years
>The only alternative is that sanity breaking snow globe
>heh...fuck it. A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wised men.
>You turn it on and continue to read your book
>As you read, shapes and colors form in the globe
>You try to focus on the book as best you can
>Your globe showing what looks like a library and in it is a purple unicorn in a blanket
>it is also reading
>You pry your eyes off the globe and continue where Bilbo was in the cave of spiders
>*ahcoo*
>Out of mindless curtousy you say "Bless you"
>"Who said that?"
>Your heart sinks and you took directly at the globe
>the unicorn is looking for the source of noise
>It can hear you too?
Can you hear me too?
>"Yes I can. Where are you?"
Hold your head still.
>She does so. You hope it is a she
Now move your head slowly to your left.
>She slowly moves her head towards you
Stop. Can you see me?
>She pans around your area
>"All I see is my snow globe"
>Well, at least your are not on the crazy train alone...right?
You may not believe this but I'm speaking through my snow globe and I guess I can see what the globe sees.
>she looks right at you with her ever widening eyes
>"what are you? I've never seen anything like you before"
We call ourselves humans and to be honest, I've never met a unicorn. so we're even.
>"Were you the voice that Pinkie told me about?"
Who?
>"A pony with bouncy pink hair, pink coat and has balloons on her flank. Ring any bells?"
>that pony from the last time you turned this damn thing on?
Actually, the last time I looked in my snow globe there was a pony with that description being attacked by a pack of wooden things
>"Those 'wooden things' were timber wolfs. I thank you very much."
for what?
>"For warning pinkie and the girls about the timber wolfs"
...your welcome
>you put your fingers to your temples to try stopping an incoming headache
>"Is something wrong?"
>Everything about this is wrong!
yes, I'm talking to a unicorn through a snow globe. There is NO way to talk to ANYONE through a snow globe, especially to a mythical creature!
>She looks quite confused
>"Mythical? You don't have unicorns where you live?"
No. we don't have talking ponies, we don't have unicorns and we don't have magical snow globes. Hell, not even magic!
>Hello headache, get out
>'fuck you, I'm playing hop scotch on your brain stem!'
>You are more focused on your headache than that damned unicorn asking question after question
>"You don't have magic over there? How can you cope without magic? Is there other mythical creatures you know about?"
>after a while...silence
>you guess sanity came back to stay
>"What's your name?"
>aaaaand there it goes, making a suicide jump out the window...
*sigh* Anon, the name's anon
>"I'm Twilight Sparkle. Um...can I ask you a question?
Another one? I thought you were done with the question rampage
>"This one is more important than the other ones"
Ask away
>"Is it okay with you if you talk to me in two days? I would like you to meet somepony I know"
>somePONY? Her wording is odd but then again, talking unicorn in globe
>are you really willing to talk into this thing again in two days? Is it worth it?
>Let's try to be positive here. This maybe a start in creating a book or putting it on tv
>...or help put you in the nut house
>Heh, 2/3 odds is good enough
>plus, this twilight talks to you more than your fellow workers in a week
Ok, I can do that
>she squees with glee and hops around the room
>you turn it off and head to the bathroom and grab a few aspirin
>'NO, Aspirin! My arch nemesis!'
>Guess what? I'm going to sleep
>'AUHHH! Aspirin and sleep. That's not fair
>Too bad, fucker!
>In two days, your mysterious meeting starts
>But tonight, you murder a headache
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>Lets do the time warp into two days time
>you had called in sick today, even though you weren't
>the meeting hasn't started yet but you feel nervous
>even if it is all in your head
>even so, your not going to risk it with work clothes on
>Suit all the way, baby!
>However, you have been standing in front of this globe for about five minutes
>If this is truly your imagination running away with you this bad, you need a psychiatrist ASAP
>If they don't show, then the 'hallucination time' is done and you can have...internet time!
>With that last thought as motivation, you turn on the globe
>the flacks start dancing in circles
>you don't see anything but you are hearing a conversation
>it begins!
>"when do you think he will show up?
>"I wish I knew. I was going to ask him if two-o-clock sounds reasonable but when I turned to see him, he was gone"
>"Maybe you read too much fantasy books twi. You need to go out more"
>Twi? Is that her nickname?
Hey twilight, you there?
>"It's him! Yes anon, I'm here. I can't see you.
>Hmm. It works fine the last two times you turned it on. Lets take a stab in the dark...
Give the globe a few shakes
>After a little while, pictures start to form
>Now you feel like a magical teck support!
>there is more of them this time around and different colors
>some with wings and one with a hat on? heh, why not?
>the one that sticks out is the white one with multicolored flowing hair and about double their height
>Out of all the cheesy greetings you could have said, you pointed to the tall one
You definitely have eaten your veggies when you were young
>six of them looked to each other in confusion, while the pink one is rolling on the floor laughing
>soon after, the tall one laughs too
>"I'm guessing you never seen an alicorn this tall?"
A what now?
>"An alicorn. Part unicorn, part pegasus and part earth pony combined. We can grow up to be this tall"
o...k...moving on. For those who don't know me, my name's anon and it's short for anonymous. What's yours?
>Twilight starts naming off her friends 'til she got to the big one
>"And this is my teacher, princess Celestia"
>a princess and a teacher? not surprised anymore
>R: That outfit you're wearing is smashing, darling! It brings out your eyes very well.
>you picked out this suit in a thrift shop years ago and the best comment about it was "It brings out your eyes"?
>But then again, you don't know jack shit about fashion
Um...Thanks?
>Celestia speaks again, "My faithful student has told me a lot about you, though it is very vague. Would you mind telling us about yourself?"
>if this starts to go along the lines of a dating profile, your turning this thing off and getting a prostitute
I don't mind at all.
>Before you can start, Pinkie interrupts "Do you know what this calls for?"
What?
>"A welcome party!"
>"Pinkie", Applejack speaks "We can't have a party for him"
>"Why not?"
>you butt in
Because I'm talking through a snow globe and I'm not in the room with you.
>"oh" Pinkie looks down to her hooves with a small frown
>she reaches into her mane and pulls out a long hand popper
>looking up to you with sad but hopeful eyes
>"Can I at least greet you with a popper?"
>those eyes man, those eyes would melt any frozen heart, then die from a cuteness overdose
>you won't say no to a face like that
>With a smile you say "Sure, Pinkie. Go ahead."
>her smile comes back in a second and aims the popper at you
>"To new friends!" she bellows and pulls the string
>the different colors flying to you just after a small flash
>you heart dropped and your blood ran cold
>eyes wide with fear and your jaw half way open
>you still look at them but your attention is on your head
>with your shaky hand, you reach for your hair and slowly grip
>bringing your hand to eye level, you finally look away to see what was in your hair
>you didn't want to believe it, and want to refuse it was there but in your hand was the very things that broke you mentally
>colored paper ropes and confetti
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