So I'm grounded from my laptop because my sisters are slobs, and Mom is disappointed in all of us because of it. We have to 'prove' to her that we can maintain a cleanliness routine. Which for some reason means no Wi-Fi until then.

I'm typing this on my iPhone. My phone's supposed to be handed in and away from me when I'm not at school, so I smuggled my iPod Touch inside my iPhone's Otterbox and am hoping she won't notice. I will hardly get any work done in the next two weeks. Also, I'm going to fail this quarter in English because I refuse to write a biased research paper, and I may fail all my other classes because I missed too many days this semester, or skipped days to go to a funeral.

Some news, though. I will NOT add Equestria Girls to the canon of my stories. I will NOT adapt Twilicorn unless it's explicitly noted otherwise. And under no circumstances will I argue with anyone who demands that I conform. This is because my headcanon selectively discounts whatever canon I want.

The Friendship Is Magic that we all know is actually filmed on location inside Equestria, and everything in the episodes may or may not be inspired by true events. Meaning the REAL exploits of the Mane Six could have happened as they do, but they also may not have been. This explains away plot discrepancies like Granny Smith's age, character 'relationships' among background ponies, Derpy's true nature, all the lies from the episode where everyone got their cutie marks, and Twilicorn. I can even make Gilda and Trixie be regular Ponyville citizens with no conflicts whatsoever. Expect a "Behind the Scenes" type of story consisting of interviews with the characters... After I finish Only On The Surface, of course. Which, by the way, was coming along nicely, like everything else. It's just a waiting game now... Sorry for the long wait, but there's plenty of fanfic out there that's better than mine, anyways.

By the way, Rock on the Range was awesome. All That Remains. Halestorm. Bullet for my Valentine, Black Veil Brides (say what you want, they're great live), Papa Roach, Clutch (yes, MOTHAFUKKIN' CLUTCH!!!), Three Days Grace, Stone Sour, Smashing Pumpkins... Nice lineup all around. New Type of Harmony's definitely got some more inspiration for that inevitable first chapter reboot.

So I'm still working on that Michelle Creber news article, reading Huckleberry Finn (and comforting my inner grammar nazi), doing huge packets and dissecting various animals, heavily practicing for a band concert and a theater performance, AND studying my flank off for a Precalculus/Triginometry test.

Because my school drifts along lazily the first three quarters, then cranks out ALL the homework to meet the curriculum standards.

On top of that, we just got Xbox Live and Netflix, so I'm FINALLY playing Team Fortress 2 after SIX YEARS of waiting for an opportunity (and was a huge disappointment, because I suck with the Source engine), and watching Angel Beats! with my sisters (who like anime almost as much as I do), and watching K-ON! to get ideas for A New Type of Harmony (because I just don't know how to start that one).

And don't expect anything within the next week because my english teacher assigned a 'research/opinion paper', which is a research paper that I have to write with a bias (I mean seriously, pardon my language, but WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?) about something. The topic I picked was the bombing of Hiroshima, so I have to research every aspect of Japan and America's relations concerning World War II. Oh yeah, and it's due this week. And the only class time we got to work on them were iPads (which were royally screwed up by middle schoolers, because out schools' tech supervisor is so incompetent that he still types WWW before URLs) and slow-as-molasses computers (running on Windows XP no less) on a SLOW AND WEAK AS F*CK Wi-fi network that, get this, is slower than my iPhone 3's 3G support, and- you'll get a kick out of this- runs on Kaspersky web security, with a firewall that blocks EVERY SINGLE TRUSTWORTHY WEBSITE that Wikipedia cites its sources from, and only works with Internet Explorer (32-bit safe mode!) because Firefox, Chrome, Safari, and Opera can't be downloaded because of the goddamn firewall. And I couldn't work on it at home because I had to practice band and theater, do all my homework from this quarter, babysit my three younger sisters (no computer when babysitting), and go to bed at a really early time, because I have insomnia AND trouble falling asleep, and have to wake up at 6:15 in the morning to be able to change clothes, eat breakfast, brush teeth, and walk ten minutes through the trailer park where I live in order to get to the bus stop, and I have to get there before 6:35 because my bus driver doesn't know the meaning of consistency (ranging from 6:30 to 7:00- and we are the first stop she goes to). And I can't drive, and my mom can't leave my sisters home alone, so I'll have to go to school an hour late so she can drive my sisters. Only problem is, I've missed my first hour class 30 times this year, and have to serve detention for every single time I miss from now on. Meaning no writing time because I'll be in detention AND be grounded. And when I try to get anything done, I have to do chores at home. And prom was this weekend, so I've been too depressed to do anything productive, because who else gets shot down 8 different times? And on top of that, I'm stressed because we're going to be moving this Summer, and I'll have to get my driver's license and move in with someone else if I want to stay at my school, and I want to stay at my school because I finally have close friends (Asperger's has really kicked my, er, flank, from Kindergarten to high school), and don't want to go to a huge school where 4 different ghettos congregate, where I'll have to make a new group of friends. As a senior. In a new school. So I also have to study a driving rulebook, and cheat my way through the legality of obtaining the license by swapping states and lying to the government.

And I'm writing this now because the insomnia, combined with the fact that I have completely neglected this website. It's now 1:15, and I'll have 5 hours of sleep, if I can actually fall asleep.

The only good thing about this is that, after modifying (read: exaggerating) my current condition by removing the good factors (my parents and I have a good relationship, I do pretty well in school, I know what I'm doing after high school, and I'm happy with my life), I have a pretty nice depressing backstory that I can use for a character in my planned Human-in-Equestria story with a twist: the Equestria in the fic is completely fictional. The character hallucinates everything, and realizes he's hallucinating, and completely destroys his mind from the inside and detaches himself from reality in order to make himself believe that the Equestria in his mind is real, so he can actually live a happy life instead of the crap-tastic world I shove him into.

I'm not complaining about 'how bad my life is', I'm just venting about how frustrating it is that I'm failing all of you people because of factors I can't control. I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me, so don't.

Only on the Surface people, it's my top priority, and I know what is going to happen next, I just need to find a way to start the chapter. And the LyraBon sex scenes will be there soon, I just need to put it in writing.

Tales of Sympony-a people, it's on a bit of a hold. Sorry, but I don't have the time at the moment.

Disruption people, I've got a draft ready, but it's not ready for publishing. I still have to revise and rewrite it so I'm happy with it.

Exit Light Enter Night people, well, I changed things about the overall plot and am rewriting the first chapters.

Broken in the Storm people, I have the plot of the first story and the sequel ready; I just need to put into words.

Give Back my Baby people, I have more of an idea as to why the Doctor is gone (I've watched a couple episodes now); I just need to finalize it.

Cupcakes v Muffins people... y u no comment is all I have to say.

A New Type of Harmony people, I have the plot synopsis in chronological order, but it's going to be a flashback-heavy storyline. I just need to get it in order before I touch up the writing itself. Oh, one more thing- Fluttershy says don't say 'lazy'. Obscure cultural references for the sake of plot advancement, yay!

Ugh. I'm so tired right now. I hate school. I wish it would die. Wish me luck on my Precalc test tomorrow.

Yeah.

Things happened during the week and weekend that kept me from accomplishing anything.

I had a mass concert that inconveniently sprang up on me, and I had to learn pieces that I should've been working on a month ago. And I forgot about it. But the show was pretty good.

Anyways, it's late right now, so I'm going to fix the album art on my iTunes (Prince Whateverer and other brony musicians, Nightcores, Heavy Metal Mix CDs to be broken up, foreign symphonic/electronic stuff, et cetera) instead of doing a bad job on the next chapter, but I've got a general idea of where I'm going to start. I'll probably do a time lapse, or focus on the other characters.

But first, I will ask a question. Would it be a bad idea to give Applebloom her cutie mark for the purposes of the story regardless of what the reasoning is, or would it be a breath of fresh air? There won't be any drama between the Crusaders, it'll be more about AB's conflict with Diamond Tiara, but still. Yea or Neigh?

I think this is the story I'm going to push for the most.

Back in my days as an Avatar the Last Airbender, Eragon, Jak & Daxter, and Death Note writer (not some of my proudest days, but hey, it was a creative outlet as a young teenager with heavy depression issues), I would always start on massive multi-chapter stories with really long, arcing plotlines, but I would always just stop after two or so chapters because I would lose all motivation because the only things any of the shallow prepubescent children (my only audience) would say in reviews is 'nice chapter. update soon' and literally nothing else. I'd get a watch or two, a follower or two, and nothing else. Nobody appreciated all the time and energy that I poured my heart into. At first, I was excited; like, 'OMG people like what I'm doing!' and my lifelong dream is to create something that other people will enjoy, so it was really cool... at least for a while. But then... I stopped enjoying it. It felt like a chore: pump out more chapters of new stories to see if anybody would say anything more than just a sentence. I started expanding what I was doing: songfics, mass OC insertions (that would have gotten off the ground if all the people contributing weren't offering Mary Sues with overly tragic pasts: literally only about 2 or 3 of two dozen were worth anything), alternate universes, oneshots, I even tried my hand at a 'lemon' (what you'd call on this site a clopfic) (but not anything graphic, focusing more on the emotional aspect), but still, absolutely nothing. Nothing changed. I had almost given up on thinking that there were dedicated readers of fanfic. I continued to read, of course. I read so much. Two dozen authors publishing daily- mostly ATLA- and I was in heaven. They were all amazing authors and I was almost glad that writing took a backseat to reading.

But then, something interesting happened...

In late June 2012, 3 of my younger sisters were watching what I thought was 'some stupid incarnation of Hasbro's retarded, girly, low-quality franchise about magical ponieth that were tho thparkly and fabulouth!'. Of course, I'd grown used to watching 16 years of terrible children's television (Dora, some stupid claymation clown thing, Sesame Street after Elmo started talking about death, Blue's Clues after Steve left (I love and tolerate but still bucking hate Joe), that Yo Gabba garbage, Wow Wow Wubbzy (which despite Tara Strong's involvement was still brain-deadening), and all the Disney programming from the past ten years) and I was bored, so I thought I might as well try it out. I remember it was the Zap Apple Jam episode. I found myself amused. The writing was better than I'd expected. Definitely above the bar for children's programming. But then, I saw the credits roll: Lauren Faust, Tara Strong, That Girl From Hey Ocean, Nate 'Near' River... and in the next week I watched every single episode (enjoying everything). I immediately looked for MLP fanfiction (and started actually reading the MLP stories that the authors I followed published) and eventually found this site. My first stories published actually received genuine constructive criticism. I was so happy that people were telling me that I was doing things wrong!

And so, to all the people who have left comments pointing out mistakes, or discussing things about the plot, or taking the time to be clever with your praise, thank you! I swear to you that I will get on Chapter 3 ASAP and, if everything goes well (and my oldest younger sister doesn't blare her annoying Black Veil Brides, Pierce the Veil, Falling in Reverse, and My Chemical Romance all day, or I have quiet free time at my dad's in Indianapolis this weekend (he's the source of the eventual intelligent gay opposition, the really tough questions; he's also really super christian (not that that's a bad thing, it just provides him more backing for the anti-gay stuff))), then hopefully it'll be done by this Sunday.

I'm going to do my other stories too, but they'll have slightly less priority: when I have writer's block on OotS, I'll do them, but only then.

But, until then, there's a webcomic called the Order of the Stick (see what I did there hue hue hue). http://www.giantitp.com/comics/oots.html Read it. It's a parody of Dungeons & Dragons, and it's very well done. And funny AF. If you're even remotely interested, you're gonna have a good time.

I have a research/opinion paper due in two weeks about the morality of the bombing of Hiroshima/Nagasaki, a couple of articles for my news class (one about Michelle Creber's music!), and like 8 fanfics to finish chapters for.

My many siblings will be gone to their friend's houses because they have lives.

I have nothing else to do because forever alone.

'Tis to be a writing weekend for sure.

To kick it off, I'm going to read a couple chapters of the following for inspiration:

The Serenade of Silver Belles by Your Antagonist

A Delicate Balance by JapaneseTeeth

and

The Unexpected Love Life of Dusk Shine by meme-asaurus

And then I swear I will get at least two chapters of something posted by Sunday.

My great-grandmother had a stroke several months ago, and she's better, except she's a lot weaker than she was before. Her husband, my great-grandfather was taking care of her, but he just suddenly died two weeks ago. Nobody realized this for nearly three days, after the mailman noticed their mailbox was not emptied. She was really dehydrated and in bad shape, but she's okay now. It's just... I and my dad's side of the family had just gone to see him a week before, and he was perfectly fine: lively as always, and he was playing with my baby sister, and... he isn't even that old, he had maybe 10 years left (the family tree's branches all started sprouting young). We had the funeral and stuff last week, and since he'd served in the military, they played Taps on bugle, fired rifles, and presented the American Flag to my great-grandmother. My grandmother was really close to her dad, and she was really upset... I lost pretty much all creative drive, because I am REALLY close to my grandmother, and I can't bear to see her like that. I mean, this woman fed me and rocked me to sleep before I could even talk: every other weekend, I slept in her house because that's where my dad lived (he got custody every other weekend). It was really hard on me to see her so emotionally affected, and I'm sorry to you all who are no doubt sick and tired of waiting around for me to update, but I haven't really gotten much work done these past two weeks. Consider this slump the gallon of ice cream after a breakup.

I did find this, though:

ToS is still online, and the next chapter is outlined.

Only on the Surface is still online: I trashed my last outline because it was NOT turning out how I wanted it.

Disruption is still online, and... well, the next chapter's probably going to come out easier... I get my feels out through writing, in case it hasn't been clear so far.

Exit Light Enter Night is partially online: I'll do it eventually, but I'd like to READ Dante's Inferno and do some research on the River Styx, Hades, Tartarus, et cetera. And, I've made a bit of change to the plot. Spoiler alert, I make you HATE Sombra.

Broken in the Storm, I have the overall outline finished: it'll be a three-part story, rather than a standalone story.

Give Back my Baby, I'm going to put a higher priority on updating, because I actually watched some Doctor Who (several Matt Smith episodes), so I'll be able to more accurately explain his disappearance.

Cupcakes versus Muffins, I've made an interesting discovery: I found a draft of chapter 2 that I'd forgotten about! It's about 70-80% done, so expect that relatively soon.

A New Type of Harmony, I created backstory for all the characters, and I'll be telling a lot of the story with a lot of flashbacks. Dio Days, punk-rock Pinkamena, Fluttershy coming out of her shell, and expect to see Scratch records, Spitfire records (click the link), Chrysalis records (click this link, too), and... well... I developed quite an interesting subplot. You see... it will take place in the same universe as a future story of mine, where: get this, this is really good... is in an alternate reality where Celestia offers Luna a chance to redeem herself by leading an Equestrian battalion against a changeling invasion of the Griffin Republic of Sovereign States (Europe, basically: name is subject to change). The working title of this story is "Origins of the NLR". And the events in ANToH WILL have an impact.

If you don't know what SCP Containment Breach is, you must not follow indie horror games very well. If you're interested in my work, then look up playthroughs of that game from either Sinuyan or Markiplier, my highest recommendations. Warning, it's really REALLY creepy.

If you DO know what the SCP Foundation is, well, I was doing a bit of research on SCPs; 978 (the camera that shows what you desire most) intrigued me, and I was following every trail to learn as much as possible. Eventually, I came upon SCP-904. It's a line of text that can destroy the mind of an author or artist by forcing you to speak in rhyme. Naturally, the first thought that popped into my head upon reading about this was Zecora. Then I thought, what if Zecora worked for a ponified SCP Foundation and read SCP-904, causing her to be affected by the forced rhyming, before the foundation allowed her to retire, and she chose to settle in the Everfree Forest because it was considerably less creepy/dangerous than an SCP site, and everypony in Ponyville is afraid of her because maybe something SCP-related happened in the village.

I dismissed it as a passive thought, knowing I was busy enough with 12 other projects planned, and continued to read. As I went through, my mind kept thinking about different ways all the SCPs could combine with each other, and how Equestrians would react & contain in case of a breach. My mind kept developing different plots and storylines for each SCP for a fictional story in this vein, and eventually, I decided to eventually do it. And some could work out REALLY well: like, 999 would be Pinkie Pie's PFF, Twilight could study the crap out of 447 and 085 (Cassy), Rainbow Dash could read 423's spin on Daring Do (for that, I'd probably do a Frederick Nathan Drake thing), and I even have a backstory planned for Time Turner AKA Doctor Whooves to have worked at the foundation as well, because of all the time-travel-related SCPs.

I will file away plans for the story until after reading others by other people (for inspiration & SCP-obsession-fueled curiosity). It'll focus on Zecora & her life as an SCP Agent before coming to Ponyville. I'll begin to work on it after finishing any of the ones I'm working on currently: due to the roundabout nature of how I assign my own effort, several of the other stories will be nearing completion by then anyways, so don't worry about that, people who aren't interested.

However, if you are interested, I have some good news: I can and WILL accept OCs for the story, as the SCP Wiki only gives so much information out due to RAISA, and I need more characters if it is to work. I will also take SCP requests from anyone. I expect the story to be a big undertaking. Of course, if somebody else did a similar idea, I'll scrap mine because they're most likely better than me at it. But if nobody else did it (or the only people to do it are amateur grimdark creepypasta writers), then I will definitely do it. Maybe even make a Tumblr blog for the story, and compose a musical score with Fruityloops and Cakewalk, who knows?

I got my external hard drive today, too, so I will get on overhauling my writing. I also found a sleep schedule that works: my sleep cycles are at periods of two hours, so I can function throughout the day by only sleeping 6 hours, 4 hours, or even 2 hours, so I can write well into the night after all distractions are gone. Please bear with me, I know I can do this. And if not for the next 3 months [I'm in high school (Junior, next year a Senior) until mid-June], then I'll have three months of summer to do absolutely nothing (aside from the planned Disney World and Rock On The Range trips) except for write, start reading Homestuck/part of the gigabyte of classic literature downloaded on my iphone/some of the 500+ stories in my Read Later list for inspiration for writing, write, maybe watch Doctor Who/Firefly/Sherlock/Angel Beats/Gurren Lagann for inspiration for writing, and WRITE. I've got a lot to do, but since I don't have/need a job, I'll have plenty of time to do it (until college...) all, and I promise, writing these fics is at the tippy-top of the list of priorities.

If I'm rambling a bit, it's nearly 1:00 am. I want to go to bed as soon as I post this tonight because I have a concert symphonic band festival to play at tomorrow. I hope I communicated what I wanted to now, and if not, well, I'll rectify it in the comments. Good night!

There was a tech issue (Google Drive is temperamental). But I've ordered an external hard drive and have started looking for a pirated copy of shopping for Microsoft Word so this doesn't happen again. I haven't abandoned anything, I do intend to finish it all. However, I hit a tiny snag, so please bear with me.

So, I went to see Disney On Ice in Indianapolis yesterday (now you know where I live). Well, the family did, for my 1-year old sister and 3-year old cousin. The Mickey etc was decent. The Cars was EXCELLENTLY choreographed technological programming, but weak plot-wise (thank God). The Little Mermaid was, well, exactly what you’d expect an On Ice show to be; really good choreography, costumes, and art. Disney Fairies was technically meh, some of the choreography was pretty good, but the storyline and characterization and everything else about it SUCKED. Then Intermission. I liked the intermission better than the fairies (because the ZAMBONI!!!).

And then... Toy Story.

That was incredible, and I enjoyed every moment of it. Especially the part with Thin Lizzy: they played ‘The TOYS are Back in Town’. Oh God, I loved everything about it. SEE THIS SHOW. That started a sequence of events in my head. Bullseye, Woody’s horse, is a horse and a toy. Derp. Well, Rule 85 states ‘If it exists, there is a pony of it’. Someone did Epona from Legend of Zelda. Maybe someone did Bullseye? One person, that’s it. And it wasn’t even a ponified Bullseye: it shipped Applejack with regular Bullseye, in front of a background of a collection of toys including Sonic plushies.

THERE IS NO PONIFIED BULLSEYE.

That made me mad. The picture I DID find, however, was interesting. It said something about a Toy Story X MLP Crossover. When I was young, I watched Toy Story EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. Alongside Nightmare Before Christmas, Powerpuff Girls and Blue’s Clues. That was all I watched. All I wanted to watch. So, if I take my favorite thing from when I was little, and cross it over with my favorite thing from now, well...

This is a rough draft. It’s an idea planner. This is TOTALLY not going to be the final product, it’s just outlining the basis of the fic. It’ll show the canon I place behind it, and touch upon what I want to say with the full story. The final WON’T be in script format.

/x/x/x/

Twilight wakes up encased in plastic and darkness. She struggles, but can’t escape.

Twilight: Hello? Spike? Is anypony there?

Dash: Twilight? That you?

T: Rainbow?

D: No, her twin sister. Of course me!

T: Well where are you? I can’t see a thing!

D: I couldn’t tell you.

Applejack: Twahlight? Rainbow?

D: Applejack?

T: Applejack, you’re here too?

A: Ah’m here, but Ah ain’t sure of where ‘here’ is!

Pinkie: AJ, Dashie, Twi, I can’t move! I mean, I can move a little bit, but not a lotta bit, and that takes some serious effort to keep me restrained so it must be something really heavy but it’s not! It bends a little bit, this stuff around me- doesn’t taste like anything, and it’s not really absorbent... oh, hey guys!

T/D/A: ...hey, Pinkie.

T: Is anypony else here?

Fluttershy: ...um... I am...

Rarity: Well, it seems we’re all here.

T: All right, that settles who, but do any of you know where we are, or how we got here?

D: I fell asleep after flying for a while, and woke up here.

A: Ah went to sleep after workin’ the fields, and woke up here, too.

R: I fell asleep working on some dresses and woke up here.

P: I put the twins to bed while the Cakes were on a dinner date, then made them some cupcakes for dessert, and went to sleep, then woke up here.

F: ...I went to sleep and woke up here.

D: This is great. We all fell asleep and we all woke up here, restrained, in the dark, with no idea where we are!

T: Rainbow Dash, calm down. There’s got to be a rational explanation for all this.

A: Magic?

T: Maybe, but what motivation would anyone have to do this?

P: Ooh, I hear something!

T: Everypony, listen!

Silence is heard, until a muffled voice starts talking.

Mom: Alright, Bonnie, here’s your last present.

Bonnie: Aww, does it HAVE to be the last?

Mom: I’m afraid so. But, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it; this present’s at least twenty percent cooler than your other presents.

D: Twenty...

R: ...percent?

Bonnie: -gasps-

Tearing noises are heard, and light shines on the ponies.

Bonnie: (now clear) ThankyouthankyouthankyouTHANK YOU MOMMY!!!

M: Why don’t you take your things upstairs and then come back down for cake and ice cream, okay?

Bonnie: Okay!

The ponies are lifted in the air, then can feel themselves being carried.

Bonnie: Two, four, all six! Rarity can play with Mister Pricklepants, Jessie can ride Applejack while Woody rides Bullseye, (gasps) Pinkie Pie and Chuckles can throw parties! (The ponies land hard.) Buttercup, I brought some unicorns and pegasusises and earth ponies for you to play with! I gotta go eat cake, but I’ll be right back! Bye! (a door slams)

P: ...I like her!

F: She seems nice.

P: She said parties, I love throwing parties!

D: Pinkie, we know.

T: Does anypony else see that we’re on a giant bed?

A: What in the hay was she talkin’ about this ‘Jessie’ figure ridin’ me!?

R: (screams)

T: Rarity, what’s wrong!?

R: These sheets look absolutely APPALLING! This is a CLEAR overuse of pastels!

D: Rarity, I’m pretty sure that that’s not as important as- oh wow, you’re right. WAY too much pink.

P: Hey! What’s wrong with pink?

A: Ah’m serious y’all. Who’s this ‘Jessie’!?

T: Girls, stop, I hear something!

Buzz: ...get a look at the new toys.

Buttercup: Bonnie said ‘Unicorns, Pegasi, and Earth Ponies’. Those are from the new My Little Pony toy line from Hasbro.

(a collective groan is heard)

Hamm: Great, something more annoying than Potato Head.

Potato: I resent that remark.

Hamm: I was talking about your wife.

Potato: Oh, okay. (a smack is heard) Ow!

Dolly: Come on guys, maybe they’re not so bad! At least give them a chance.

Woody: That’s right. Just because they might be girly doesn’t mean they won’t be great toys for Bonnie!

D: Hey, who are you calling girly!?

A: Ah’ll have you know that Ah am the LEAST girly mare you’ll ever meet!

D: Second, you mean?

Buttercup: You must be Rainbow Dash and Applejack. From what I gathered from Bonnie, the other four of you should be here too, right? Twilight Sparkle, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, and Fluttershy?

P: Oooh, he’s good!

T: Who are you and how do you know our names?

Buttercup: My name is Buttercup.

D: (bursts out laughing) Buttercup!? What kind of name is Buttercup!?

Buttercup: What kind of name is Daring Do!?

D: (stops laughing) Hey, Daring Do is awesome!

A: Oh boy, not this again.

Buzz: You’re right, Buttercup. My Little Pony, Friendship is Magic.

P: What’s with your outfit?

Buzz: Huh? I’m Buzz Lightyear, from Star Command.

P: I’m Pinkie Pie from Ponyville. Wanna be friends!?

T: Mister Lightyear, can you come over here?

Buzz: ...uh-

T: The purple one. Yes, me. You... I’ve never seen your species before.

D: Are those wings?

Buzz: Hmm? Who said that?

D: Me, Rainbow Dash.

T: She’s the cyan one.

Buzz: Why yes, these are wings. (presses a button, they slide out)

D: How fast can you fly with those things?

Woody: He once went thirty miles an hour... with the help of a rocket.

D: What’s a mile?

T: What’s a rocket?

Woody: A little over five thousand feet.

Buzz: It’s a combustible. The one he’s talking about was fuse-lit, and the combustion was powder-based, and it was contained in a cylinder with a small exit, causing mass propulsion at high velocity.

T: ...whoa...

D: What the heck is a foot!?

Woody: It’s twelve inches.

D: (eye twitches) WHAT THE HAY IS AN INCH!?

Woody: (motions with his hands)

D: Okay, so that... twelve... five... three zeroes... ... ... ... eh, pretty good. I can go faster, though.

T: Look, I’d love to discuss these ‘rockets’ with you all day, but none of us remember how we got here, or where here even is, and it’s really restraining to be in these... whatever these are, so could you, maybe, get us out?

Buzz (nods) Sorry, no can do, missus... Sparkle. Either Bonnie or her mom have to get you out of there. You’re still in the packaging, so you’re new at this whole toy business. Trust me, I know firsthand. So, I’m gonna have to leave you here. But, when the birthday party is over, Bonnie will be more than happy to crack these boxes open and play with you ‘til the sun goes down. Maybe even for longer.

A: Hold on there, partner. What’s this business ‘bout bein’ toys?

D: Yeah, what gives with that?

P: Ooh, ooh, I wanna be a toy!

R: I am not a ‘toy’, I am a lady. Ladies are not toys!

T: So you’re saying that we’re toys, and that this ‘Bonnie’ will take us out of this packaging, and then she’ll play with us until she goes to sleep, then we’ll be free to move about?

Woody: Yes, that’s what he’s saying... Twilight is your name?

Rex: That’s my favorite book!

Trixie: Ha, nice joke!

Rex: ...yeah, a joke...

T: Okay then. Girls, After the sun goes down and ‘Bonnie’ goes to bed, I’ll do a spell that takes us back to Equestria.

Buzz: ...about that...

Woody: Buzz, let them find out on their own.

T: Find what out? (stomping is heard)

Buzz: It’s Bonnie! (he grabs Woody and runs) Remember, don’t move and don’t speak until she goes to bed! (he jumps off the bed and a ‘thump’ is heard, as the door opens)

Mom: I told you not to run with scissors!

Bonnie: Sorry mommy, I’m just so excited! (she picks up Rainbow Dash and cuts her out of the box.

D: Thinks “Sweet freedom!”

Bonnie cuts out the other six ponies, then proceeds to play with them for the next couple of hours. When it gets dark, her Mom opens the door and tells her it’s time for bed. Bonnie puts all the toys down, and shoves them over on the floor.

Bonnie: Thank you for the ponies!

Mom: Well, since you watch that show all the time, I thought you’d want your own so you could make your own adventures with them.

Bonnie: This was the best birthday ever!

Mom: You’ve only had five!

Bonnie: It’s still the best ever!

Mom: Today was your party. Your birthday’s tomorrow, remember?

Bonnie: Okay, best PARTY ever!

Mom: Goodnight, Bonnie.

Bonnie: Goodnight, Mommy.

(the door closes)

T: (whispers) Now?

Woody: (whispers) No, wait for Dolly to come down after she’s asleep.

Bonnie: (whispers) Goodnight, everyone... and everypony.

(a few minutes pass, and light snoring is heard. Dolly jumps off the bed and runs over)

Dolly: The coast is clear.

D: Gah, finally! I need to stretch my wings out! (she takes a few steps and attempts to take flight, but fails) Hey, what’s going on!?

T: You’ve got some kind of plastic on them. Here, let me get it off. (attempts to use magic to get it off, but fails) Hey, why won’t it work?

R: Hey, it won’t work for me either!

F: I can’t fly, either!

T: Oh... I see.

D: What!?

T: We’re toys. ... ... ... Woody. Our world doesn’t exist, does it? Equestria doesn’t exist, does it...?

Woody: (sighs) No, Twilight. I’m afraid it only exists in your heart.

F: ...oh. That’s depressing.

A: What about mah family! What about Big Mac, an’ Applebloom, an’ Granny Smith!?

T: Spike... Princess Celestia... Mom and Dad... Shining Armor... Cadance...

P: What about the ro- the Cakes, and Pumpkin and Pound!?

R: What about mother and father, and Sweetie Belle!?

D: What about Cloudsdale, and the Wonderbolts!? ...what about Scoot...

Chuckles: Fiction. All of it. Everything you thought you knew is a lie. It doesn’t exist.

Buzz: Now hold on, Chuckles. I’ve held onto my memories of Star Command. Those memories of the world I came from are real in their own way: nothing can change the fact that those things happened. Maybe not in this universe, but it did all happen. I know there are hundreds, thousands- maybe even millions of Buzz Lightyear toys out there, all the same factory regulation. You can ask any of us from Andy how I was when I came out of the package, and about the other Buzz who saved Woody from Al. We’re exactly the same: same past, same memories, all up until we were opened up and played with for the first time. After that, we’re completely different entities.

Woody: I don’t remember my days in Woody’s Roundup very much. All I remember is Andy, but if I think hard enough, I can remember ghosts of images. I couldn’t remember them until I was aware of the show, but since I do now, I remember bits and pieces of it. But my thoughts and memories are full of my time with Andy. I’m Andy’s Woody toy. There’s other Woody merchandise out there, but none of it is me: I mean, it IS me, but it’s not me.

Jessie: It’s the same on the outside, but different on the inside.

Woody: Yeah... yeah, you’re right, Jessie. That universe may be fictional here, but it exists in my memories and heart.

Jessie: I remember that universe, too. Both of us do. And, if we both remember it, then it’s either a huge conspiracy, or it really does exist, and we were just moved to a different world.

Rex: Buzz, when we were rescuing Woody from Al, do you remember the Emperor Zurg action figure? Well, he remembered you when he was fighting the other Buzz. The same logic applies, doesn’t it? Since both you and Emperor Zurg remember the same universe, that must mean that that universe exists, right?

T: Wait, Buzz, you said there were thousands, possibly millions of toys of you, and they’re all the same coming out of the box. That’s thousands, maybe millions of units of proof that, at least in some way, your universe does exist!

Buzz: W... wait... what... really? ... ... ... Huh.

T: What’s the last thing you remember before coming out of the box?

Buzz: Well... I was sent on a mission to an uncharted unexplored planet... and... I fell asleep one day, and when I woke up, it was in Andy’s room...

T: That’s the same thing that happened to us...

D: But that means that we left that world behind us!

A: Does bein’ here make everythin’ that happens at home change?

Buttercup: Well, the show is still produced.

Trixie: The fandom still marches on.

D: Fandom?

Trixie: Yeah, there are millions of people who watch your show and write stories about you guys! Of course, there’s a lot of stuff that’s less than pleasant... but there’s also a lot that’s great!

D: ...millions?

T: If our universe does exist in this universe...

A: WHY IN THE HAY DIDN’T YA TELL US IN THE FIRST PLACE!?

Buttercup: I thought I told you!

Chuckles: ...whoops.

T: Dear Celestia, that’s a lot to take in. I think... I’m gonna lie down for a while.

D: Yeah... I think it’s high time we hit the hay. ...millions...

A: The six of us probably need the rest...

P: What are you talking about, I feel fantastic! I could just- (collapses and starts snoring)

R: Fluttershy, what did you do!?

F: Nerve pinch, puts you right to sleep. It’s how I get Angel Bunny to rest when it’s naptime.

R: ...remind me never to get on your bad side.

T: It was very nice meeting you all.

Woody: It was nice meeting you all, too.

(the ponies find a spot on the floor and go to sleep)

(Twilight wakes up)

Spike: ...ight... ake...ilight... ake up...Twilight! Wake up! TWI-

T: I’m awake... (removes her hoof from Spike’s mouth) I’m awake? (looks over and hugs Spike) Spike, I’m awake! Oh, I had the weirdest dream last night. (gasps) I gotta go talk to the others, I’ll be right back in a few minutes. When I come back, we’re going to get something at Sugarcube Corner. Wait- no, come with me, we’ll all meet there. Come on, let’s go! (zooms out of the room)

Spike: ... (scratches head) What just happened?

/x/x/x/

[This passage is for myself]

Ponies: Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Fluttershy, Rarity

Bonnie’s House: Woody, Buzz, Jessie, Bullseye, Rex, Slinky Dog, Hamm, Mr & Mrs Potato Head, 3 Aliens, Chuckles, Mr Pricklepants, Trixie, Buttercup, Dolly, Peas in a Pod (Peaty, Peatrice, Peanelope), Totoro

Sunnyside: Barbie, Ken, Sarge, Big Baby, Twitch, Stretch, Chunk, Sparks, Jack in the Box, Chatter, Bookworm, Monkey

Gone: Prospector, Buzz 2, Zurg, Lotso, Bo Peep, RC, Wheezy, Etch, Mr Spell, Rocky, Lenny

/x/x/x/

If you are at all interested in this idea, I will do it. I WANT to do it (not as much as my other stories, but still). I want to do this story more than I want to play Dead Space 3. Trust me, that’s a Sh!tload of want. I’m not looking for CC for writing here, this is strictly idea-crunching. If you like the ideas, tell me in the comments. If you don’t like the ideas, tell me in the comments. If you spy plot holes (there’s a lot), tell me in the comments.

Also, please check out my user page. Check out my other stories, see if you’re interested in THOSE ideas. If you have the time/patience, please read my bio, or at least the first few paragraphs. I also have original story ideas below my bio, if you’re interested in my non-MLP work.

I haven't spent much time on here AT ALL and I deeply apologize for that. But, do know I have yet to abandon fanfics. In fact, I'm working on three at this moment through my iPhone's Google Docs app.

One is about Rainbow Dash discovering that she's a lesbian, then coming out to her friends. But, this story isn't about the finding out- it's about the aftermath of learning this. Different characters will have different reactions and interactions with each other. Skip to the next paragraph if you don't want spoilers... NOW. Okay, so, Twilight and Pinkie will be supportive, Rarity wouldn't care either way, Fluttershy would question why (if you can't have children, why have a relationship), and Applejack... Well, having grown up with Granny Smith and the Oranges- old lady and high class- well, she'll have absorbed intolerance from them, and she'll be straight-up against it. But she doesn't know that Big Mac is gay. Scootaloo is supportive, but Applebloom won't know what gay even is, and Sweetie Belle is straight-up against it, 'because it's gross'. The Cakes will be incredibly homophobic, and drama will happen between them and Pinkie Pie. Stuff Will Go Down.

Okay, you ignored all that up there? Okay, no spoilers, that's cool. Now onto the next one.

I recently did a web search on the original ideas for the Mane Six: Twilight Twinkle, Firefly, Surprise, Posey, and Sparkler (but not Applejack). There's not a lot for them. So, in this one, Twilight Twinkle will be the mother of Twilight Velvet, who is the mother of Twilight Sparkle. Twilight Twinkle, recently deceased, comes to Applejack in a dream, telling her that the Spirits of the Elements of Harmony are coming: Firefly, Surprise, Posey, and Sparkler. While Twilight is out of town for the funeral, Applejack is left to deal with the almost-exact-clones of her other friends. Firefly and Dashie will be competitive, Pinkie and Surprise will be random, Fluttershy and Posey will be shy, Rarity and Sparkler will design together... and only Applejack knows that something evil is coming. It'll either be Sombra, Discord, Chrysalis, or Night Mare Moon depending on the events in the rest of Season 3.

The last one... is... Tales of Symponya. Tales of Symphonia, changed and adapted to the Ponyverse. Because ToS is the absolute greatest story in history.

I have not abandoned my other stories, I will rewrite them as soon as I feel I am able to the best of my abilities; my News Broadcasting class improved my writing skill, and I am disappointed in my work published on this site. However, it is markedly better than the work I did BEFORE this site.

Cupcakes vs Muffins, I will modify the beginning: Twilight will be all scientific and analytical and logical, not Applejack.

The Depths of Tartarus, I will fuse the first 3 chapters. I know what I'm going to do, and you all won't like the ending. But there'll be a sequel. I'll give you a hint: skip ahead if you don't want a spoiler... you skipped yet... next line down... okay, Tragic DashXSpitfire.

Broken in the Storm, I'll definitely change. Electromagnetic storm, nuh-uh, that ain't gonna cut it. It'll be a creeping shadow that steadily climbs up the trees, and the storm in the middle  of the story will be similar to the Zap-Apple harvest, but with Dark Lightning instead of regular lightning. AJ will still be unable to work, and many plot details will remain unchanged, including the OCs. However, I may add one or two before the final product is finished. I'll structure it better, too.

The New Singer, I'll definitely change. I don't need to do the research, I know what I'll do. Dashie used to be Dio's guitarist in his own band, NOT Rainbow. I won't acknowledge Rainbow because that would be too obvious. But, instead of what I had ORIGINALLY planned, I'm going to have Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, and Pinkie Pie have been a Power Trio. Applejack came in later because they wanted a second guitarist, and Rarity came in later because they wanted a different main singer. By the time Twilight is coming in, Rarity will have gone. But she'll come back, and play electric organ.

They Took My Baby, I won't change at all. I'll just start the second chapter, and attempt all the d'aaww-inducing HNNNG moments with Derpy and Dinky that I can muster.

The End of Creepypasta Heartache, will become a dark comedy parodying all the grimdark crap. Unfortunately for me, it seems I'll have to read Rainbow Factory and Cheerilee's Garden for research purposes. -.- WILL NOT BE PLEASANT.

Anyways, I'm just letting you know... I have plans, I'll get this done.