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- >You were never much of a morning person
- >Always liked to sleep in, never really watched the sunrise unless you pulled an all nighter
- >Had a decent job at a fast food place during the graveyard shift
- >Always met with the most interesting people during the night
- >Lived comfortably in an apartment on a hella sweet memory foam mattress
- >Which is why this situation is incredibly jarring for you
- >You are on the ground. . .it feels cold and hard, and it's definitely not carpet
- >Sunlight is pouring in from a window, covering your body and causing you to squint
- >The rest of the room seems to have an unnatural darkness about it, obscuring the details of the room from you
- 'Where am I. . .'
- >You hear a voice in response to your question
- >'Oh, you are awake? Good, good. Can you stand up?'
- >It sounds melodious and kind, regal and motherly
- >You do so, somewhat shakily
- >Being suddenly ripped from your plane of existence tends to do that
- >You look around the room, and see something white in the corner of your eye
- >You turn to face it, and are looking right at Princess Celestia herself
- >You blink
- >Are you dreaming? Are you dead? Did you have some bad sushi or something?
- >You aren't sure, and all you can really do is stare
- >She tilts her head and smiles softly at you
- >'So you are a human? I've heard much about you. . .Lyra and Pinkie Pie often write me letters or mention them when I go to a royal brunch at Sugarcube corner. . .'
- >Those names, you've heard them before. Could you be. . .?
- >'Can you tell me your name?' She asks
- >You snap back to reality and look at her, clearing your throat.'
- My name is. . .I am Anonymous.
- >She giggles a bit. 'That's a bit of a strange name. But then again, you might find our names strange as well. I am Princess Celestia. It's a pleasure too meet you.'
- The pleasure is all mine, your majesty
- >You bow slightly, trying to be humble before her
- >She smiles at the gesture and bids you to rise, and you look around the room, trying to take stock of the situation you are in
- >The room is made of rather plain grey stone, perfectly rectangular and having a wooden door in front of you, behind Celestia
- >To the left of you you notice a large, regal bed with fine silk sheets and all sorts of pillows
- >To the right of you is a large bookshelf against the wall, stocked with tomes upon tomes of knowledge, and a wooden chair and table, just large enough for you to sit in
- >There is also a desk near the bookshelf with a lantern and all sorts of writing impliments; parchment and scrolls and quills and inkwells
- >Celestia notices you looking around and smiles. 'I made sure that you would be well taken care of during your stay here. I wasn't sure how big you would be, so I got the largest of everything.'
- Oh, ah, thanks. . .
- >You are a impressed at her foresight, but somethings are bothering you
- Why exactly am I here? How did I get here?
- >She nods, as if expecting that question, and her expression seems to turn a bit anxious.
- >'I wanted to. . .test a summoning spell, to sate my own curiosity. Those two ponies went on and on about humans, so I wanted to meet one and see for myself.'
- Hah, well, here I am. Sorry if I'm not much to look at.
- >Her expression brightens at your comment. 'There is something else, though. I wanted this to be a sort of. . .project. To learn about humans straight from one of them. It's a sort of a cultural exchange, you see. But, I'm worried my subjects might not be as accepting of your presence as I am, so I will need to keep you in this room. . .'
- >It's always something, isn't it.
- >'If you don't want to stay confined in here, I can understand. I will send you back tomorrow at first light.' She adds
- >At least there is a way out
- >She turns to leave, looking over her. .. shoulder? at you
- >You aren't well versed in pony anatomy
- >'I will send a maid here with some lunch later, and then I will have dinner with you after the sun sets. You can tell me your decision then.'
- I'll think about it. It's quite a burden I bear, representing humanity and all that. No pressure, right?
- >She smiles.' You've done well so far.'
- >With that, she closes the door behind her, and your hear it click
- >You walk over to the bed and sit down, pouring over the choice put before you
- >Stay in a room, close yet so far from all the ponies you know and love, but in the world you've always wanted to be in
- >Or go back to your moderately comfortable existence, knowing you never could be with the ponies?
- >You look at the wall with the window, smirking a bit
- Guess this is my fourth wall now.
- >You decide not to be all mopy and brooding about it
- >You walk over to the bookshelf, seeing that she has spared no expense in getting the finest literature and texts for you
- >All sorts of codexs, history books, lexicons, everything
- >There's even some fantasy novels, like. . .
- >Pomer's Odyssey
- >Mysides.jpg
- >You gather up texts pertaining to basic matters, like botany, physiology, geology, stuff like that
- >The concept of learning magic is tempting, you admit, but a mere human couldn't use it
- >The next hours are spent pouring over the texts, reading line after line of knowledge
- >Time is lost to you as you are swimming in a sea of words
- >You can almost feel them jumping off the page and into your brain
- >Wait
- >You pull back from your reading, looking around
- >The room is a soft orange and red, and you realize you've spent practically the whole day reading
- >Your stomach's ravenous moans of hunger confirm you've missed lunch
- >You shake your head and close up the open books, placing them back in the shelf and waiting for night to fall
- >You turn on the lantern when the sun finally sets, and on cue, you hear the soft clopping of Celestia out your door
- >She knocks on the door
- >'Anonymous? Are you in there?'
- No, I climbed out the window and am currently running loose in Canterlot.
- >She opens the door with a smirk on her face. 'You have quite the sense of humor, I see.'
- >She walks into the room, and levitating behind her is a tray, filled to the brim with sliced bread, cheese, crackers, apple slices, and fruit pastries, and a tea pot with two cups
- >She places it on the table and levitates a pillow from the bed, and places it under her and sits down in front of you
- >'The maid said you didn't answer the door when she brought you lunch. I came to check on you, and you didn't answer either. We were so worried. . .'
- >Her words fall on deaf ears; you are already stuffing your face with everything that is edible
- >She blinks and clears her throat, and you look up at her with your cheeks full of food, blushing a bit.
- >You swollen a chunk of the delicious mush in your mouth, and hold up your hand, indicating you need a moment
- >Talk about biting off more than you can chew
- >You swallow the rest and gasp a bit
- 'Ah. .. yeah, I was just lost in a good book. Well, several.'
- >You motion to the bookshelf
- >'It's good to see you have the willingness to learn, but you may want to read a book about proper manners later.'
- >She has the most playful smirk on her face
- 'How many 'Humans are pretty awesome' points do I loose for that one?'
- >You both share a good laugh, going back and forth with your sarcastic comments about each other
- >Eventually, after some cups of tea and idle chit chat, she seems to have a serious expression about her
- >'Well, you certainly seem to be enjoying yourself. . .but I need to hear it from you. Do you want to stay here, and teach me about humans, or do you want to go back?'
- >Normally, you would have said yes without hesitation
- >But you've got friends and family back home. How would they cope with your loss?
- >That, and what if you actually appear in an episode? Would anyone recognize you? How would the fans react?
- >Talk about an existential crisis
- >You take a deep breath, and she looks at you expectantly
- 'I will stay. On the condition that I find some way to contact my friends and family from my world, and come up with an excuse for my disappearance.'
- >She looks overjoyed. 'Ooh, this is so awesome!' She says, loosing her regal air and sounding a bit girly
- >You raise your eyebrow and she blinks, clearing her throat
- >'Ahem. . . yes. Well, you should rest, Anonymous. I will have many questions for you tomorrow evening. In the meanwhile, I will try to find a way to send messages for you.'
- >She stands, levitating the tray and tossing the pillow on the bed with her magic, walking out and looking back at you
- >'Sleep well, Anonymous.'
- >She closes the door behind her, and you look over at the pillow
- 'Great. I know which one I'm NOT sleeping on tonight.'
- >You yawn and stretch a bit ,heading over to the bed and sinking under the covers
- >You were already in some PJs, and the silk sheets are hella comfy
- >Not as hella comfy as memory foam, but it'll do
- >For the first time in a while, you close your eyes and fall asleep at a decent time
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