"Yeah, I don't remember all that much before waking up in the other Equestria. There's some bits and pieces. I remember my mom's voice I think. I'm pretty sure I had a brother too, and I might have either been working or going to school.">Your brow furrowed as it did when you tried to remember your life before>Imagines and some almost forgotten sounds came to your head>A hello, how are you dear>Laughing>What sounded like some kind of game being announced over the radio
"What I'm pretty sure was that I wasn't all that happy wherever I was. I think I was lonely. Like the kind of lonely where you could feel alone even if there was a room full of people around you.">A dull throb ran up the side of your skull>Wincing, you stopped thinking about it>Fluttershy pressed her side against yours, hugging one of your arms close to her chest>"I'm sorry to hear that, Anon," she said, totally sincere. "I have an idea on how it feels being lonely sometimes."
"That's why I liked Equestria so much I think," you said quietly. "The ponies had a knack on keeping a fella from feeling alone or sad. There was always someone coming into my house trying to drag me somewhere, or somepony that would go out of their way to talk to me.">You could feel your heart well up in your throat
"They were all just so... kind. They actually really cared about not. Not because they owed me something, or they were family, but because they wanted to be my friends from the very bottom of their hearts.">You swallowed, happier memories floating through your head>The sort of kindness you had been given when you had first came to Ponyville had been life changing>The sort of kindness that made a man a better person>Made him go out of his way to listen to others, to help or be there when he didn't need to without a second thought
"It was like I never had control of one of my arms my whole life. Maybe once in awhile I'd be able to get it to twitch, but it was useless. Then, just one day I could lift and move it around; like I was whole I honestly can't express just how much every one of those horses meant to me.">Your shoulders slumped
"But then things started to change. You guys were... different, like someone had gone and messed with your minds. Not just you, all ponies I met. When I saw it, it was already too late. The arm I was able to use started to rot right in front of me. It was too much."