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// Entry 1 
// Story: I Hate Being In Equestria 
// by ImNoPony 
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I hate bronies. The doesn't mean they're aren't nice people or make nice things, but they just do things that just pisses me off. And yet, I write fan fiction about "Friendship Is Magic" and that just pisses me off to no end. I originally did it out of a bet. One friend of mine try to introduce me to the show, I didn't want to, have a drinking contest and now I know everything in the past 4 seasons (by the time that I'm writing. But the jokes on him, I still haven't watched the show... sort of. I watch online reviews on it on YouTube and look it up on the wikia. But the damned thing is like a disease. The second you get exposed to it, you'll get infected and you slowly want to know more. And now... I'm in denial. I would say that... if I have something to deny about.


And now... I'm in my own personal hell because I'm in every brony's wet dream. But where do I begin.


I entered my apartment after I left work. I'm a guy so I have a guy's apartment. Clothes on the floor, don't clean dishes enough, etc. Whenever I will have guests over, I try my best to hide all of the obvious mess. It works on friends but not family.
I also don't like to spend a lot of money, even on myself. The place only has three rooms: a bedroom, bathroom and one living room/kitchen. The place is also a bit cramped. I just managed to fit a double bed, draws, TV and wardrobe in the bedroom. My living room... oh god, my living room. It was spaces when I moved it. But now it: large TV, coffee table, sofa that can only fit 3 people (if you count sitting on the arm rests, then 5) and 3 shelfs for movies, books and games.

Yeah, I'm a bit of a geek and not to one specific thing either. Got over 100+ games in various of genres. Puzzles, platformers, RPGs, shoot 'em ups, you name it. Which console? All Of Them! Nintendo, PlayStation, Xbox... sort of. I have all of the current gen' consoles, but I had to get rid of all of my older generation's. As for books, I mainly get graphic novels. Japanese manga and western comics. However, I no longer have any more space to collect more manga and I don't have much of a comic book collection. I have a plenty of DVDs. Mostly of Anime and cartoon series. I have box sets of adult cartoon... but of shows that people don't like anymore. I do have some live action movies and TV shows, but not a lot.
I also don't have cable or satellite. But that's ok, I mainly watch all of my latest stuff on the internet. Ahhh... my internet. Watch any show, any episode at any time... if I can watch it for free that is. I also watch a lot of online reviewers. NC, AVGN, ANY...... lets move on.

My job is pretty sweet. I current work at a games store down near the centre of my town. Pay well and good and everyone there is really cool. Try to hit on the female employees there, but all of them was taken. They say they will find me a date though, so there is that. The best thing about it though is that it's walking distance from where I live. And if I no longer work there, I can quickly picked up by another shop nearby.

I have plenty of friends which I made at school and at community collage. Though I don't often meet up in person anymore because most of them have moved away to different cities or different countries. I try my best to keep in touch with social networking sites and email. I do have enough to fill my couch and we do meet up once a week for games and movies.

Yep! My life is maybe small, but I love it. Now the only things that is left to do is find a girlfriend, hope that she's the one, and loose my virginity... forget that last part. Wait: loose my virginity to a woman AND NOW forget.

However, out of all of the things that I have, the only thing that didn't want, don't want, is the pony stuff. Aside from secretly subscribing to brony's channels, I have a FIMfiction account and making fan fictions for it. I originally did it to help improve my writing skills because one day that I want to publish a book and hope to be really famous, but not I feel like I have a moral obligation to it. I don't know why because not a lot people... wait, I mean not a lot of bronies read them. The only My Little Pony merchandise that I own are the two Equestria Girls DVDs (which I will admit of liking it and thinks that they are better then the show) and one season 1 DVD.
I found one the season 1 DVD in the street one day and it was in really good shape. So I tried to sell it. But when I did, the guy behind the desk laughed at me for having it and I left the store. Out of embarrassment... and because I was kicked out I called the guy a fucking bastard. And now I hid those DVDs behind my movies shelf which no one was ever found them. And now the one brony friend that I know (nice guy but really like to push his interests to people) is pushing me to be more apart of the community. Trying to convince me that I'm a brony.

Anyway, I got home after I left work. After making some dinner, I relaxed on my sofa and brought out my laptop. I check all of the channels that I subscribed to, but there wasn't any new videos. That is, wasn't any new videos that really interest me.
Oh, I'm sorry. That's a lie. The only channels that made new and interesting videos are the brony channels. Aside from talking about season 5, it was mainly about reviewers talking about old episodes, talking about odd topic and bronies trying to review something non-pony related. I mean, I like them and think that they're all good, but it just that... that can't be the only source that I should be find interesting right now.

Then suddenly, my laptop "pinged" me. When I checked, it was an email from one of my friends. My brony friend. All he said was that he liked my latest story and want to met up with the rest of the guys later.

Brony, pony, brony. Today it was just attacking me. Not only now, but also earlier at work. I sold to deck or My Little Pony card to some guy today. But you want to know the really fucked up part? The guy had his wife and teenaged daughter with him... and the daughter was buying a call of duty game. Side note: the daughter was pretty hot. I mean she was young enough to make things a but awkward and I would never do stuff like that, but I'm betting the age difference was 5 years at max. Anyway, when I sold the pack of pony cards I expected his family would chew him out for it. The wife did nothing about it but the daughter did a little bit.

Anyway, I reply to my email and say that I will join them. But after I closed my email account, I was suddenly remembered about my FIMfiction account. Letting the feeling take over, I went over there and see how well popular my stories were doing. Usually, my stories would get the same amount of likes and dislikes but always have a bit more likes. When I check how well my last story did, I found it have 20 likes and 80 and so dislikes. And I was like:
"OH CRAP!"

I made a personal goal with myself that if my stories would make 20 likes, I would make a new story. Usually, it would take over a well over a month to get that high. But this took less then 3 weeks. I can at least say that my writing must have defiantly improved.

But I was left with a dilemma. Before I would go to met my friends, I would have to come up with a idea for a new story. Why before? Because if I leave it, it would just be on my mind for the rest of the evening. I wasn't gunna actually start writing it. I just gunna think of an interesting plot and premise and find adequate cover image for it.

I went over and select to make a new story. But when the editing page come up, I was left completely stumped. Usually, I often think of what would be really good episodes that would be on the show. Not any ship fic's or dark stories, tales that would take up a 30 minute long episode that is self contained. I do have romance or dark subtext in some of my stories before, but never the main focus. At least not the dark stuff. Also, never any cross-overs.
But anyway, I was left frustrated because I just couldn't think of any. Usually I would come up something but just couldn't. Sometimes I would have trouble thinking, I would watch a brony analysis video that would get me to have good ideas.

However, as I move back to YouTube, I thought of something. Something... but not my story related. When I glanced at the time, I realized that I have plenty of time to get ready and tidy up my place a little bit. I'm old enough to be responsible and be kind to my place. And I could say that I have a writers block and couldn't do anything for a while. I want let this take a stronger hold over me.

But then, as soon as I got up and get stuff ready, I stopped. Something was stopping from doing anything until I just start something. I kicked myself, call myself an idiot and went back to my laptop. I wanted to just go and leave all of this stuff behind, but I just couldn't it was like I'm being dragged back to my laptop. When I stared at an empty box for the story description, I was screaming inside my head: "Think! THINK!" without actually coming up with a premise. I was meant to be thinking up a character to focus on but I was to mad at FIM and myself for doing this. Subconsciously, the angrier I get, the closer my head to the screen. I know it was bad for me but I just don't know why I did it.

But then, something happened. My head got to the point of overload and made some sort of an emergency shut down. I wasn't that close or stared at it too long, but my eyes just felt irritated. And as soon I closed my eyes, I felt drowsy and tired. I hindsight, it was all a bit strange. But at the moment, I just couldn't think. I fell on my sofa and fall asleep with an irritating headache.

As I fall deeper and deeper into slumber, my headache slowly went away. In real life, this was probably an overload of stress. If things went naturally, I would just have a nightmare and woke up being late to meet up with my friends. Oh Wait! I did had a nightmare. It was an old memory of school.
Do you remember seeing a scene when a character entered into his or hers memory. Not like when they take possession of their old self's. More like that they were there as some sort of an astral projection and just watching the memory as an observer. It was like that. I was transported back to a memory I had at school, the times where I got bullied a lot. I had friends and the teachers was nice, it was just the other students that I just don't get along with like to bully and tease me. Usually, they wrote "gay" on my books and just teased me. The only times it would get abusive and violent is when I get violent.

At first, I thought: "Wow! I can't believe I'm having a dream like this. I can't believe that I know that I'm dreaming." I never had lucid dreams before. So what that I got sent back to a bad memory. I just couldn't believe that I was a ghost.
But as soon as I thought I would do goofy dream ghost related stuff, I realize something was wrong. I was inside a workshop where we make stuff out of wood. Next, we go next door to go to the electronics class to find circuits and stuff to make it light up or look cool. I saw a younger me entered back into the classroom and just thought: "I look pretty dong good back then in my school uniform... Oh God! I'm turning into my mother!" But then, as my younger self went and pick up his books, he discovered someone had written something on it. It was mean to say: "gay". But when I look over, I discovered that is says... brony. As I was like: "WHAT!", my younger me turned around and yelled: "Stop Doing This!" All of the other guys in the class started to laugh and say that I like My Little Pony. The girls just watch in disappointment and just leave. If this had actually happened, I would bet that those girls would approach me later and try to make me feel better.

But anyway, I yelled in my dream: "NO! This Isn't What Happened! I Don't Care That I Got Bullied, It Just Can't Be About MLP!" I ran out of the room. Because I was a ghost, I thought I could just run out through the wall. But when I tried, I just smack myself against it. I was like: "What The F!" At least people still couldn't see me, or else I would really become a ghost. When I saw the door, I run straight towards it.

When burst straight through it, I entered a vast, black empty void. When I realize where I was, I discovered that my feet was still running. I thought that if I don't continue running, I would fall. I look behind me to see the door I came from but it was gone. All I did was continue running and look ahead. When I actually see what I was running towards, I saw I big, bright white light. I instantly thought: "That's heaven" and remember the phrase: "Don't run towards the light." I tried to stop, but soon discovered that I was right. As I slow down, I feel like I was deeper and deeper and getting lower and lower into the darkness. So instead, I went back up and decide to run towards the light. Obviously, the closer that I got, the brighter that I got. As the light was developing me, I thought I would wake up to see the blank empty page on my computer screen. I ran and entered the light.

As I was waking up, I feel somehow relaxed. Almost like those times where you would go back asleep in the mornings. I feel so relaxed. My headache was gone and I was feeling a cool breeze. But then, I realize that I was feeling a cool breeze. I don't have a fan in my apartment, I have air conditioning. More importantly, the breeze was coming from under me.
Guess what I see when I opened my eyes. 3. 2. 1. Did you guess? It was a fast approaching ground. I was falling and if I don't do anything, it would be towards my death. I would think that I was still dreaming but by how fast and hard I was being bumbled by the wind, I don't want to take any chances.
When I look down (which made things a bit worse because I was afraid of heights), I spotted a patch trees a few inches away from where I was gonna land. I thought those trees would break my fall so I tried my best to get myself over them. I breast stroke and swim in the sky to push myself in the sky. I didn't know it would work before, but it was definitely was working for me. As I was pushing myself as hard as I can, I dreadful thought just entered my mind. "What if I would get impaled by some by the trees; like a tree branch?" As the realization was downing on me, I finally crash landed on the trees. And very fortunately, I survived.

Believe it or not, I wasn't also not that badly damaged. I landed on a giant bed of leaves that really cushioned my fall. No broken bones, just a couple of cuts and bruises, sore all over but nothing else. If this wasn't a cartoon, then this would be a miracle.
As I was reeling from the fall damage, I did something stupid. As if I was waking up from a light hangover, I thought that I got to make sure this wasn't a dream. So I slap myself. Then I yell: "I'm Already In Pain! Why Did I Just Slap Myself!?!"

When I finally got myself up, I discovered something strange... I was standing on all fours. I don't know why and I did not look down. I try to stand up on what was meant to be on my proper legs but I just fall back onto all fours again. Feeling all dread, I hesitantly look down. I didn't see any fingers, the back of my hand or even my hand. What I saw was... HOOVES!
I was turned into a pony. I run around in circles like a dog trying to catch his own tail to see the rest of me. I has turned into a pony. I touch myself all over and discovered that I have a horn. I was turned into a pony. When I look around again, I saw that I have a cutie mark. It was the anti-brony symbol: a shadow of Rainbow Dash being covered by the banned symbol. I thought that was really cool BUT I WAS TURNED INTO A FREAKING PONY! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!

The shock hit me like I was headshot by a sniper. Both metaphorically and literally in a game of Call Of Duty. As I was in the shock an' awe in the while experience, the only thing that was keeping me sane was: "How did I become a pony?" And not just any pony, one with a horn and a cutie mark. No doubt that I had something to do My Little Pony and the only times when things transform is by magic or enter into another world. If I was changed because of a magic spell, I would either still be in my apartment or somewhere else that is modern day. I don't see any industrialized concrete, tall buildings or power lines. In fact, I wonder where the hell was I.

I left the trees. Admittingly, it was really odd walking with hooves but they were really not all that difficult. Ok, there was the odd stumble but I was surprisingly easy. Whenever anybody try to walk on their hands and feet, it doesn't go so well or would look really stupid. Maybe because I was a... horse now. Yeah, maybe that's right. Before, I have a human's spin. And now, I have an equine's spin.
Anyway, I left the trees. I found myself on some sort of field. It was also very feeling very slope-py. Very steep, like I was on top of something. In fact, I could actually see a few mountains around me. When I look down, I saw a town.... A town with a giant crystal castle down in the middle of it. I saw Ponyvile.


And now... I'm in my own personal hell because I'm in every brony's wet dream
So how in the hell do I get back home?