[At first, all that's seen is the sky and some tree branches. Every now and then, there's a sound of hooves meeting the ground. After about a minute of this, somebody with a country-sounding accent speaks.]What in tarnation is goin' on around here? This ain't my apple orchard, that's for sure. 'N I'm doubly sure that there was nothin' like this
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Then he laughs.
Hard.
The narration is of the opinion that if Dean Winchester was a pony, he too would have freckles and a stamp on his ass (though it would likely be an anti-possession sigil as opposed to an apple, despite his love of the pie) and an amusing accent.
But maybe we'll ponify him later. For now, he's just laughing.]
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An' what is so funny?
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[SNORT.]
-thought I was hallucinating for a second there.
[He composes himself.]
S'just...never mind. Think I've seen about everything, now. You're, uh...where'd you say you were from?
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I'm from Equestria, Ponyville to be exact.
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[He's just grinning broadly, now.]
I'm Dean.
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[She thinks.]
So, what can ya tell me 'bout this...Wonderland business?
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Well, we're in a big-ass house that likes to play tricks on everybody. Some Queen is in charge, you get five lives so don't waste 'em. Closets are magic and the kitchen is friggin' awesome.
[Not wanting to offend, he doesn't mention the stables outside the mansion.]
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