I sigh, a deep, sad sigh, but also one full of relief. As my soft paws make their way across the floor, I realize just how awesome it is to be a bipedal welsh corgi in a magical land of ponies.
That's right, I went there. Anyway, I make my way into my room, where my laptop sits open on my desk. I maneuver the mouse to the internet and click, bringing up the browser, then I move to my bookmarks bar and click again.
There, in front of me, sits a blank word document. The title of this document: The Finale. The final chapter in a 100 chapter story of stories. Yeah, it's that meta. I can't think of how I should end this journey. I know it isn't the end of course, but it still holds a special place in my heart as the first thing I've ever completed here.
Should I finish with a grand finale with fireworks and celebrations? With ponies laughing and singing? Or should I go a more subtle route? Decisions, decisions.
Suddenly, a knock at the door startles me from my trance. My ears move toward the sound before I even register it. My collar jingles a bit as I turn my head. "Come in." I say. Nothing happens. "Come in!" I say again, a bit louder this time. Still nothing. I sigh and stand up, making my way to the door, reaching up and grabbing the handle with my paw, I twist it and pull the door open.
That's when I realize I must be in hell, because there is an army of angry ponies looking at me, each seemingly boring holes into me with their rage.
"h-hello?" I say, confused.
"THERE HE IS!" Pinkie Pie yells from the back. "GET HIM GIRLS!"
I scream as the ponies tackle me, suddenly ashamed of some of the things I've written. After all, why else would a bunch of ponies want to kill me if it hasn't been for the horrible things I've written about them behind their back.