Many people don't have the skill to write, so much so that it's become a sort of lost art. This series brings the many possible errors or tropes to light.
"Ace!" Twilight shouted for at least the sixteenth time this morning.
Ace's mane was a mess, he was kept up by Twilight's ghost since 12:00 last night. It was currently 9:00 in the morning and he was late to work.
"What?!" He asked.
He noticed a long time ago she didn't leave when he asked last week.
"I'm still dead."
"No, really? I never would've guessed." He said sarcastically.
He poured himself a cup of tea.
"This isn't a time for breakfast!" She shouted.
"Twilight, please. You've been 'dead' for a week now, I'm not going to help you. Find somepony else to bother." He replied.
He downed the tea and strode out the door.
"Twilight, I know you're still there. The apple family won't be too happy if I come to buck apples with you following me."
Applejack trotted out Sweet Apple Acres' gate.
"Ace? What're ya doin' with Twilight's... G-ghost!?" She asked, realizing what she said before she finished saying it.
"Listen, I can explain. Ever since the beginning of this week, Equestria has been really strange. Twilight seemed to have died for no reason, somepon- someone, has been mentioned named 'The Writer', something else called 'The Plot' was mentioned. Honestly, I haven't been very sane, lately." He lengthily explained.
"Well, that's an explanation if I ever seen one." She commented.
"Well, go on in through the gates."
He cantered in through the gates, got a wooden basket, and bucked a tree. The apples fell into the basket. An apple rose in the air and a bite was taken out of it.
"Twilight..!" He warned.
More bites appeared.
"That's it, I'm taking you to somepony who knows this kind of problem.
He needed to find out why Equestria's so weird lately. He trotted toward Ponyville. Reluctantly, he knocked on the door to Twilight's library.
Nopony was there.
A book titled 'Why Equestria's so Strange' rested on the ground.
How convenient.
He opened the book and it read:
"This world is a story which bends at the will of a Neckbearded, Fedora-wearing, Twenty-three year old Danish man named 'The writer.' The Writer isn't very skilled at well, writing. So instead, he uses templates of other stories and puts a small twist on them, usually pairing ponies with strange ponies nopony's heard of. These strangers, generally Alicorns, have no flaws in their personality. They are often called 'Mary Sues' and 'Gary Stues'."
He shut the book.
"Okay, all I have to do is wait this out." He thought.
Rainbow Sparkle the Alicorn trotted down the pathway with her rainbow, glowing mane and tail flowing in the wind, ponies fainting from the sight of her. Celestia and Twilight Sparkle hated her, and she was the true princess.
Ace glanced her way and put a hoof over his face. He trotted to her.
"Excuse me, who the hay are you?" He asked.
"I'm Rainbow Sparkle, don't you remember me? You and I are prince and princess!" She exclaimed.
"No. No thanks." Ace said as he trotted off, agitated.
She flew toward him.
"Ace, wait for me!"
"Nope, nope, nope, nope, nooooope!" Ace shouted as he galloped away.
Living Nightmare the Changeling did his usual every-three-second-leg-cutting session he did. Black blood oozed from the wounds. He felt no emotion. Though he was getting better, his cutting reduced greatly, it used to be every .5 of a second he cut himself. He was, after all, more evil than Nightmare Moon, Queen Chrysalis, Tirek, Sombra, and Discord combined.
Ace knocked him over galloping from Rainbow Sparkle.
Spike's cousin, Flare, was walking down the path, when he was flung backward by Ace, being chased by Rainbow Sparkle and Living Nightmare.
It was by this time Ace realized he might not make it out alive.
He tripped on a stone, and started rolling like a wheel down a dirt hill. He stopped eventually and collapsed in the dirt.
"Maybe if I act dead, they won't notice." He thought.
Luckily for him, they were too poorly written to notice he had tripped at all. They ran into the forest in hot pursuit of somepony they had passed long ago.