>be Anon
>You finally finish your homemade portal from stuff you bought at a local BestBuy and teleported to Equestria, the land of small rainbow horses.
>Just like in every greentext you've read (and written), a kind pony picks you up from the outskirts of some random city and helps you with not dying from starvation.
>She doesn't have much herself, but as a past NEET you don't need a lot of food to live anyway.
>A travelling pony and an autistic human, what a pair.
>Except, both don't know anything about living with another living being, especially when it's just as self-centered as they are.
>Day 14 of living with Trixie, road from Fillydelphia to the central parts of Equestria.
>You release the pen from your deadly grip, and shake the strain pain from your hand.
>Never got enough practice with writing back at home.
>All you did with a pen back then was draw horse puss–
>Knock knock
>Oh, Trixie has waken up.
>Is it morning already?
>You could swear you sat down to add your second week in Equestria to your diary at just about 11 P.M, if not earlier.
>KNOCK KNOCK!
>Why did you even start a diary, again?
>"ANON!"
>Oh, right
"Yeah, yeah, wait, wait, wait."
>Your legs are going to kill you…