'Why do they just leave their stuff everywhere? It drives me insane sometimes.'
A young male teen walked around the top of a stairs, feet buried in clothes. Papers can be seen emerging from two of the rooms, as well as many wires.
'Am I the only one that actually does something around this house?,' he thought, 'You don't see all this lot just piled all around my room.'
The teen peered into the first room on the left. Clothes and cookbooks litter the floor, making the carpet barely visible. The walls were overrun by many tacky game posters that had been acquired over the years. A large wardrobe sat in the corner, looking dusty from the lack of use. A set of draws lay under the window, but the light blocked by the large TV sat atop the draws. An Xbox sat near the TV; probably the thing that had the least dust upon it. A single bed dumped in the center of the room, with bed covers scrunched up and thrown aside.
Sighing, he moved to the room on the right. A very similar sight; unfortunate for his eyes. Clothes dumped on the floor, working their way out of the door. They too covered the blue-carpeted floor, but many football magazines and school books scattered across the room. The wardrobe also looks unused, and a single bed lay in the corner of the room; lent against the sky blue walls. Another TV was in another corner, while another held a desk with a laptop atop it; school books underneath.
'I've lived here for three years, but some things just don't change,' the teen thought.
He turned around to the bathroom behind him, embracing the lack of mess and looked into the mirror. He saw a pair of blue eyes look at him back, along with the pale face to accompany it. His brown hair sat atop his head, as well as thin layer around his cheeks. He smiled at the sky-blue T-shirt and dark jeans that he could see worn.
'Well Brad,' he said, 'at least you can be proud of your room.'
Muddling through the swamp of clothes, he made it towards the other door on the left. The maroon carpet was clear, with a wardrobe at the end of the room; another from looking right. A desk lay next to the double bed in the corner of the room, standing yet another TV and a PS3 also. Organised piles of paper could be seen upon shelves. And the walls covered in posters.
Posters of ponies.
'Sometimes it just takes one look in here to make me feel better,' Brad smiled, 'I just wonder what I would've done without these ponies in my life.'
''AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!''
*smash*
*thud*
'What the bloody hell was that?!' Brad thought, as he raced out of his room and downstairs. So many different scenarios were building in his mind. What if all his parents antiques had smashed? What if someone had jumped through the window to make an escape from a gang member? What if someone had tried to burgle him?
But what Brad saw was nothing he had ever expected.
Sitting in the center of his living room was a young girl with a dark pink jacket and a short pink skirt rubbing her head. Her eyes were clamped shut, her teeth gritted at each other; clearly she was in pain. But the main thing that made Brad stop was her hair. It was bunched in a ponytail and shared both sky blue and midnight blue; her skin shared a similar pale blue of her hair.
'Wait a second,' Brad thought, 'it couldn't be...'
''Ugh,'' the girl grunted.
Brad stopped his train of thought and focused on the girl. He quickly went to the kitchen and opened the freezer. Brad grabbed an ice pack and ran back to the girl; who still appeared to be in pain. Not really knowing what to say, he instead just knelt down to the girl and placed the ice pack gently on her head. She immediately responded; shivering from the sudden cold. After the sudden shock, she placed a hand on the ice pack. Brad let go, allowing the girl to hold it on her own accord .
After making sure she was alright, Brad looked up and around the room. The two black sofas were perfectly intact, as well the window across the room. The TV in the corner looked unharmed, but the same couldn't be said for the mirror behind the girl. It lay on the floor in pieces; obviously the cause of the smash. He looked back at the girl, still wincing from pain. But he needed answers, as an idea of what happened began to formulate in his mind.
''E-excuse me,'' Brad began, ''Are you OK?''
The young girl hesitated.
''It's alright, I'm not gonna hurt you,'' Brad said calmly, despite his mind and heart racing wildly.
''I'm,'' the girl began, ''I'm fine. Thank you,''
Brad knew that voice, but he had to be sure.
''Do you mind me asking your name?'' he asked.
''Sonata.''
"Sonata?" Brad repeated. Something clicked in his mind right then, as he spoke those words; with questions flooding his mind. What was she doing here? Why was she here? Will she be ok? Is she evil still? What if...
''Um, what's your name?'' Sonata asked, ''If you don't mind me asking, that is.''
He snapped back to this crazy reality for a moment.
''Sorry,'' Brad began, ''I zoned out of a minute. My name's Brad.''
Sonata began to open her eyes to the surroundings. She squinted at first, not being as used to the light. As her focus returned, she made out the room and its various surroundings. She noticed the TV in the corner, and the collection of DVD's next to it.
'Look's like I didn't make it back to Equestria,' Sonata thought to herself, 'but then where am I? It still looks like I'm around Canterlot High. I knew it would be too good to be true.'
As she continued to look around the room, she noticed the broken mirror behind her.
''Oh no, I'm so sorry!'' Sonata blurted, ''I didn't mean to break it! Please don't be mad at me! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry!''
Brad was taken aback be this sudden outburst, to say the least.
'Guess that rules out the evil theory,' he thought, 'No way would she act like this if she were still evil. She sounds as if she's going to cry. She seems so...distraught.'
''Hey, it's OK,'' Brad began, ''I'm not mad at you, I promise. You don't need to be upset.''
Sonata took this opportunity to look up at Brad. She noticed his skin was much paler than most humans she had encounter. He didn't appear very muscular; looking rather thin with scrawny arms. His soft eyes looked at her, with a sincere smile with them. The look on his face made Sonata feel much better about her surroundings; not fearing the one helping her after all.
'He's a human,' Sonata thought, 'But he seems so much nicer than so many others I've met. That might have been because they either hated me or they were always arguing because of me...'
''Er...are you gonna be OK?''
Sonata stared back at the human in front of her. ''Y-yeah. I think I'll be OK.''
''Can you get up?'' Brad asked.
''I think so.''
Sonata slowly worked her way onto her knees before getting on her feet and rising up. Brad rose with her, an arm at the ready in case the distraught girl had more injuries than she let on. Once she reached full height, she realized that Brad was only a couple of inches taller than her; maybe a 5'7 to her 5'4 height. She also noticed his t-shirt went far past his waistline for some reason. She felt a bit dizzy for a moment, and stumbled slightly.
''Are you OK?'' Brad asked immediately. He stuck out an arm around her back to stop her from tripping.
''Yeah, thanks,'' Sonata quietly replied, ''I think I just need a sit down.''
Brad helped Sonata as she waddled slowly towards the sofa closest to her. She sat down heavily, glad to be off her weak legs. Finally having a chance to slightly relax, she looked out of the window on her left. Sonata noticed the mass of orange leaves covering the ground; trees looking bare. Many cars looked parked up outside on the side of the road closest to the house.
'Looks like it's about autumn here,' Sonata thought to herself, 'Just like back at Canterlot High. Weird.'
As she looked further, she noticed the clock sat atop the fireplace. It read 2 o'clock.
'Time seems to be the same here as it is back there as well,' she continued, 'But why? Did I not leave that world? Am I in a new part of the world? And how can I even found out?'
Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted be the low rumbling of her stomach.
'Right, no dinner last night,' Sonata recalled, 'Or breakfast. Or lunch.'
''I take it you're hungry?'' asked Brad.
''Um, yeah,'' Sonata replied, ''Could I have a sandwich if it's not too much trouble?''
''Sure,'' Brad responded. Then he thought for a moment. ''Are you a vegetarian?''
'Why would he ask me that?' Sonata thought, 'Not something you normally ask someone normally.' ''No, but thanks,'' she responded.
''Right, OK then. Be back in a few minutes,'' Brad said.
As Brad made his way to the fridge, he began to collect his thoughts at last on the events in the past half an hour.
'OK, brain. Restart and make sure you're functioning,' Brad began, 'you have the Sonata Dusk from My Little Pony sat in your living room.'
His body began to shake.
'I need to get outside for a moment.'
He exited out onto the back, not caring he didn't have any shoes on, and began to fist-pump. He started to dance on the tarmac, humming away to himself and quietly saying to himself, ''Omygoshomygoshomygoshomygosh,'' squealing in delight.
''This is incredible,'' Brad said to himself quietly, ''Sonata is here. In my house! Oh my gosh this is amazing!''
This fanboying went on for some time.
Sonata sat quietly on the sofa, thinking about what she should do next.
'Well, I'm here now,' she thought, 'I may as well make the most of it. It's not like I can go back.' She looked at the broken mirror; pieces shattered everywhere. 'Though, where am I? And where am I going to stay? I didn't exactly come with money, or any plans were to live even if I made it to Equestria!
'I'm such an idiot. I shouldn't have left I guess. This Brad will kick me out before the end of the night, and I guess I have to work from the bottom up from there.' She quietly moaned to herself. 'I don't wanna go back to the streets; one night out there was bad enough! I couldn't imagine living out there.'
'What if people ask where I come from? I can't just say I'm from another world, they'll be after me; trying to find out about it. Dagi always warned me of what would happen. They'd want to know how, and all about Equestrian magic. I don't even know it works, I just know it makes my life miserable now.'
With that, she began to cry quietly away to herself; head tucked into her knees.
*rumble*
'And I'm still hungry.'
When Brad ended his fanboying, he returned to the kitchen; with rather dirty socks. After washing his hands, he proceeded to start with Sonata's meal.
'Right, down to business,' Brad thought, 'Sonata has just come to this world. She isn't exactly the most safe. She may have been evil, but let's be honest, she's not the sharpest knife in the kitchen. She probably doesn't even have anywhere to stay or anything, now that I think about it. Hmm.'
Brad began to form an idea. To some, this could be considered rather dangerous.
'I could let her stay here,' his idea began to form, 'and help her in getting settled down. But that would mean consulting my brothers. Not going to be the easiest to convince to let her stay here, but I will damn well try. But what do I say? Hey bros, you mind this girl that just appeared out of nowhere live at our house for a while? Not gonna work.'
'Plus there's the rest of the bronies, and MLP itself. Who knows how she'll take that. Kinda hard to avoid saying its all over my room! And what if a brony sees her? What about my friends, and how will they react? Dear God, the more I think about it, the more I realize that this is gonna be a lot harder than I thought.'
'But I'd hate myself forever if I didn't try.'
With that the knife sliced through the bread, and one ham sandwich was created. Placed upon a plate, he carried it with a drink of orange juice back to the living room.
Upon re-entering the living room, Brad noticed one thing different about Sonata; her eyes. All around them had blotches of red that stuck out on her pale blue skin.
'She's been crying?' Brad thought, 'Why? Oh, right. Probably because she's in an unknown world with nowhere to go. Well done me. But jeez, I didn't think it was this bad. Maybe she's worse than I thought.' Then he remembered why he came into the room. 'Right, being hungry probably doesn't help.' "Hey, I got you a ham sandwich and some orange juice. Is that OK?"
Brad may as well been talking to the wall, because Sonata was way more focused on what was held in Brads' hands.
'Food, glorious food!' She thought.
Sonata snatched the plate from his hand and glass and began ravaging the sandwich up like it was nothing. It could have been anything in the universe she was eating right then, but she wouldn't have cared. After a few bites the sandwich was demolished with only a crumb on the plate. The orange juice was drunk almost immediately, gone without a second thought. Brad just gaped in awe.
'I probably should have made more than one sandwich, huh,' he thought.
Shortly after, Sonata quietly burped.
"Oops, excuse me," she said quietly, "Thank you very much,"