Butter Knife screamed, shooting table-legsers at the impending doom cloud of flying wolves. At some point in time between now and back then, with then being last chapter and now being this chapter, she had picked up a puke-filled bucket and the number 4.
Wait... hold on, the puke in the bucket is on Corn Topping. Nevermind. Nearly forgot that you took a shower with that bucket there!
"Wait what?!"
Yeah, you don't remember? Back between the last chapter and this chapter, with that being then and now being here, you said you were gonna take a shower, and then dumped the entire bucket of your own throwup over your head! MMmmmm... gravely.
"WHAT?!"
Oh, you didn't remember that either? You grabbed a... what would you call a handful in pony terms? Hoof-full? Horn-aura-full? Eh, whatever. Either way, you choked down a pile of dirt, a table leg, a rubber duck, and the physical incarnation of the number four. Though... you kinda coughed up the table leg before you threw up the rest.
"What kind of nightmarish reality have you forced me to endure?"
Oh, don't worry about it. Your alicorn anatomy should ensure that you're invulnerable against nearly everything... I think.
"You think."
...Yeah. HEYLOOKOVERTHEREIT'STWILIGHTSPORKLE!
"Sporkle?"
Yeah, Princess of Sporks!
"Sporks?"
SPORKS, SPORKS, THE ONE ULTIMATE UTENSIL! YES, SPORKS!
"I miss my knife."
Aw, stop being such a downer. Just because you're a self-described edgy mare doesn't mean that you should always have knives on hoof!
"Fooey."
Have you realized yet that you are now completely enveloped by the cloud of wolves?
"HECCCCCCCCCCCCC?!"
Um... okay then. I'll get back to narrating ya.
Butter Knife lit her horn as the air around her began to sizzle. The cloud of wolves roiled in her presence as a gigantic, dark tower began to rise from the ground beneath her.
"FOOLS." Shanky Shank cackled, standing atop her giant table leg, "YOU THINK THAT YOUR MERE BITES CAN HARM ME?!"
A flying wolf bit onto her foreleg.
"...ow." Budder Clyde whimpered, toppling from the table leg as the entire swarm began to pursue her.
Oh, by the way, Butter Knife, you're technically displaced into this world. This ain't your normal Equestria. Also, you're like, in the middle of nowhere right now. Might wanna find your way back to civilization, y'know.
"WHY DID YOU EVEN NARRATE ME OUT INTO THIS PLACE ANYWAY?!"
Because I wanted to see you panic.
"I hate you."
Love you too, Butter Knife!
"Grrrr."
Hey, do you want me to bring in Pinkie? 'Cause if I have to, I'm gonna bring in Pinkie Pie, turn you into a little fluffy puppy, and have Pinkie pet you.
"OHPLEASENOANYTHINGBUTTHATIDONOTWANTTOHAVETOGOTHROUGHGETTINGTURNEDINTOADOGAGAINAND--"
Then you'd be fine with Ego Boost joining you?
"NOT HER EITHER."
Aw, spoilsport. Fine. Butter Knife, in all her panicking glory, manages to find herself running straight back into the middle of Ponyville, wolf on her foreleg and still covered in her own puke. Happy now?
"Better."
You won't ever be happy, will you?
"That is my choice. My lifestyle. The inner rage that boils within me powers my every move. My soul, which, of course, is as dark as the darkest of Luna's nights, is as expansive as the great void beyond this mortal coil, and mark my words, when my time comes, I will dominate."
Nice monologue there. You could probably put the thing on a cassette tape and drop a mixtape on the masses using nothing but remixes of that thing.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--" Knife Butter raged, "--AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
You say that, but do you believe it?
"You aren't even making sense anymore!"
Not making sense? Oh, you sweet, sweet summer child...