Let's skip the dust and skip to the moment the protagonist woke up. Seriously, who the hell cares about a hero's life before they get to fucking Equestria?
Our hero wakes up... all right, you'll have a life before Equestria.
Call our hero Anton, according to the father, Dmitrievich. He lives an ordinary, full of pain and suffering, the life of a seventeen-year-old student. He's in his second year of programming, where they beat him every day, mostly directly into the brain, well, where else. To those around you who don't know Anton, it may seem that Anton's life is not bright, but it's only at first glance. He actually has a lot of free time, sometimes too much. All he does is study, all the rest of the time - freedom, which he safely spends everywhere. Anton did not have many bad habits. He doesn't smoke, he doesn't drink, he doesn't go out with bad companies, although the latter is probably because no one's ever asked him out.
In general, Anton is quite lonely, but it does not bother him at all, and vice versa, pleases. As he says:
— Almost all people are hypocritical, deceitful, etc. and why do I need someone if I have the best company of myself and me?
And it's not just that Anton's sense of self-importance isn't exaggerated, he did talk to himself a lot, avoid crowded places, and avoid society in every way. He was always sitting alone, looking like he didn't need company. And if you think Anton just can't get along with people, you're wrong. He had friends who repeatedly betrayed him, a girl who dumped him for some major or something. And this happened to him quite often because of his youthful credulity.
But one day he got so sick of it that he just stood in front of the mirror and said:
— Everything, this world is rotten, and there's nothing left but misery, fucked up, it's better to drag your life in one face than this.
The only sins Anton admitted to himself were gluttony, laziness and meticulous punctuality, although the latter is not surprising with his lifestyle. Get up at 7:00 in the morning, go to college at 7:53-54, sit through college and go home, that's his whole "work" day. And after that, he did whatever he wanted to do in his sick head. Often he would just have fun until eleven or twelve in the morning and then go to bed. And he was having fun like, killing his own free time could be called a guru, or at least a master. Almost the whole spectrum of human pleasures: food, TV shows, games, YouTube videos, memes in the news feed, reading different levels of lousy literature and so on. His punctuality was incredible. He was practically the embodiment of that word.
In addition to all this, Anton had a couple of interesting things, for example, recently he decided, incomprehensible why, to assemble a set, which he himself called "all the information of mankind", which included: a fireproof briefcase, a laptop with characteristics just above average, A four-terabyte hard drive that literally had everything on it: offline Wikipedia, gigabytes of games, videos, books, music, movies and TV shows, more than half of which he never even listened to, watched, played, and said:
— It's for those who stay after the end of the world to know what happened, what happened, what happened. Also included: on top of the bank with solar panel for phone, solar panel for laptop, wires, several memory cards and 2 dry. He took the case everywhere.
Сiting his:
— Maybe the apocalypse, I'll be ready for it any minute.
Or recently, I started watching cartoons, as they say, for little girls, about colored horses in the magic world.
Then his thought: «Well, a couple of series will not decrease, at least I will know what it is and why it is on such a high». In vain, a couple of days later, he felt as if he hadn't even watched the last episode of the ninth season, saying:
— Is that it? Why so little? — but the fate of the villain and hour after Google proved that this is really all, Shchet no more, and he did not even try to watch previous generations. While the idea of MLP:FiM was not the main one, it was not in the earlier ones, which was clear from the first series.
And our protagonist returned to his usual days, but the fandom did not quit: read various fanfics, watched TV shows, played games with ponies, in general, did almost everything that ordinary armor. He did not forget to take a break from the fandom sometimes, pulling himself into other ones, so that it would not be boring. Especially liked our hero fanfics about hits in Equestria, even read a whole manual, unexplained, called "Rules of survival in Equestria, if you are Homo Sapiens". I wanted him to go to Equestria one day. But all these were just dreams, and even he understood that...
And everything was just fine, but whether his luck was good or good, but one cool winter day, when the overboard was about -30 Celsius, our Antosha decided to walk to a stop on another route because of all the coming depressuche, which began to emerge from monotony. Every day like the previous, the same scenery in exactly the same order, only the scenario for each day is slightly different from the previous. As Anton often thought of his while walking, plus his topographical cretinism and his incredibly hard-pounding music, it is no wonder that he wandered into a dead-end alley. He noticed that the alley ended in a dead end only when he almost ran into him with his nose.
— OK, the internal navigator has led me wrong again. Well, I can't help but think I'm going to be a little late today and I'll be 15 to 20 minutes late. Although wh, the pairs will start at 8:45 anyway, and from one pass nothing will be anything. - Anton said to himself. Yeah, talking to yourself was also one of his controversial features.
With these words, he turned to the opposite side of the dead-end and was about to retire, when a strange piece of paper sticking out of the trash came to his attention. All of himself is so colorful, shiny. Raising it, Anton realized that it is a flyer, but what a flyer! Glossy and also pleasant to the touch. «Such flyers for who did not, too expensive to stamp such hundreds, not to mention thousands». The inscription on the flyer said: "Only today we will fulfill your deepest wish, just put your finger here to activate the magic trick" and a small arrow pointing to the red oval.
«Well, nonsense. And not a bit suspicious». He thought to himself. «Although, well, here's what I'll lose if I put my finger? Right, biometric data though»... Anton touched the oval on the back of the flyer. No, no, no way, they haven't invented a reader so thin, a vault and the rest of the parts that are usually used for such devices! Still, I don't have the best feeling about your gypsy tricks. Okay! He who does not take risks lives longer, but why not, I can not give rational arguments, so only intuition, which cannot be trusted, therefore, is against... And when he was ready, he touched and said:
— Well, whoever you are, you win!
— Well, as always, cheating on dollars, — the moment he said that, everything was white, just like when you decided to check your phone at 3:00 in the morning and it had the maximum brightness. It's the kind of thing that makes our hero shut his eyes, and whoever closes their eyes doesn't want to lose sight for such a stupid reason. A moment later, Anton's eyes opened up.
— Holy shit!— all he could say was.