Ink & Quill: Prologue

>It was another late night for you, like always.
>Cans of empty energy drinks and snack wrappers are strewn about your desk, a result of you never leaving your computer.
>You are Anonymous, and are writing the latest chapter to your Anon in Equestria; everyone has been waiting for it, and you can't let them wait any longer.
>You've been writing for almost the entire day, with the only breaks being to go to the bathroom: hence the snacks everywhere.
>You've been a member of the brony community since the newest generation started, and made quite a name for yourself with your work.
>Hell, you've even made your own p0nysona.
>It's almost like you live there with how well you know the characters.
>Thousands of people read your work, and you couldn't be happier about that.
>But when you have to spend writing sessions like this, you learn to hate it.
>As the clock struck midnight, and you finish up the chapter, finally satisfied with your work, you save the final draft.
>You sigh. Twenty four hours straight of writing, and it still seemed short.
>Reading it over, your eyelids slowly seem to get heavier.
>You go to grab another drink, but you're all out, and you have no more in the house.
>After you get about a quarter of the way through, your head falls on the keyboard, yourself finally passing out from lack of sleep.

(Cut to your dream.)
>You're in Ponyville, again.
>Writing this long usually does this to you.
>As real as it may seem, it still isn't.
>Might as well enjoy it while you can.
>You walk off to Twilight’s'; if this dream is like the others, the mane 6 will all be there.
>Opening the door, you were right.
>All: “Hey, Anonymous!”
“Hey girls, how are all of you?”
>T: “Great!”
>RT: “Marvelous!”
>RD: “Amazing!”
>AJ: “Jus' fine!”
>PP: “AWESOME!”
>FS: “Good...”
>You walk around, exchanging hellos and hugs with all of them.
“So, what do you all want to do today?”
>RT: “It's up to you, darling. We decided last time, didn't we?
>T: “She's right, Anon. What do you want to do?”
>You think about it for a moment.
>Then it hits you.
“Picnic.”
>They all seem to like the idea, but Rainbow Dash seems uninterested by it.
>Go Figure.
“Didn't you say you had some new tricks to show us, Dash?”
>RD: “Yeah, why?”
“Well, you can show us at the picnic, can't you?”
>She sees where you're going with this, and instantly perks up.
>RD: “You're right! I'll go find the spot!”
>She flies out of the house.
>FS: “I'll go make the food.”
>T: “Rarity and I will find where Rainbow went.”
>Rarity nods.
>PP: “And I'LL get the balloons!”
>Everyone looks at her.
>PP: “What? You can't have a picnic without balloons!”
>You laugh, and tag along with Twilight and Rarity.

(Back to reality.)
>You slowly open your eyes, experiencing one hell of a sugar-hangover.
>The sun is blinding, and you decide to keep them closed.
>Your head is killing you, and if you remember correctly, you'll have a keyboard imprinted on the side of your face.
“I need to stop doing this to myself...”
>You are still feeling tired, and you really don't want to get up.
>Still, a splash of cold water on your face might do some good.
>You rub your eyes, and head to the bathroom.
>If there was a bathroom; it seems like only your bedroom is here.
>Now what?
>You walk over to the window, but there's a problem:
>Why is it so high up?
>And why are you on all fours?
>You try to focus; there's a mirror over your bed, maybe that will provide some answers.
>Looking in the mirror, you can't believe what you see.
>A pony with a dark coat, light mane, and a horn is staring at you.
>This pony looks familiar, but why is he replacing your reflection?
>Then it hits you.
>You do the only thing you can think of.
>You laugh, and pass right back out.

--

>T: “Come on, Quill! We don't have all day!”
>Quill? Who is she talking to?
>And you don't remember her being the same height as you, either.
>You look down at your feet:
>They're replaced by hoofs, to your surprise.
>You freak out, and land on your ass.
>Twilight is startled by this.
>T: “Quill?! Are you okay?”
“Whats...whats going on...”
>T: “What do you mean? We're going to have a picnic, just like you suggested!”
“N-no, I was human when I said that...”
>T: “What are you talking about?”
>You stare at your hoofs, and your flank; an ink bottle and quill adorn it.
>Who...who are you?
>T: “Quill, are, you, okay?”
>You look up at her.
“Ye-yeah, I think so...Lets go.”
>You get up, and start walking with Twilight.
>Dash is off in the distance, underneath a tree by the pond.
>You go up, and see that Pinkie and Fluttershy are there as well.
>RD: “Now we're just waiting on AJ and Rarity.”
“She's probably making sure her mane is perfect.”
>The others chuckle with you, and Dash retorts back:
>RD: “Your mane isn't much better, Quill. Have you SEEN it lately?
>You look at her quizzically, and peek in the pond.
>Damn, your mane is an absolute mess.
>You laugh, and the others join you.
>Applejack shows up shortly after with desserts, and Rarity shows up a few moments after her, her mane perfect as always.
“Now that everyone's here, lets dig in!”

--

>You open your eyes for the second time that day.
>The sun is starting to near the horizon now.
>If you're where you think you are...
>No. It was just a bad dream.
>Within a dream?
>You get up and look in the mirror.
>You're still a pony, and from your dream, you assume your name is Quill.
>And that was the name of your ponysona.
>And you happen to look exactly like him.
>This isn't making sense, but you won't find answers in here.
>Figuring there is nothing here in your room that you need now that you're a pony, you decide to brave the outdoors.
>Time to see if you are where you think you are.
>You try to push open the door, and struggle to do it.
>Damn this body; if this is real (which you hope it isn't at this point), this will take some getting used to.
>After deciding on going through the window, you try to figure out where you are.
>Even after all of the work you've done learning about Equestria, you have no idea where you are.
>In the middle of a field is where your ruined bedroom lies, and you're surrounded by forest.
>It looks like the Everfree forest, but nothing you read told you about this part of it...
“Hell, might as well start walking.”
>Walking into a part that didn't look too dense, you trotted off, hoping for the best.