The Imaginary Friend Employment Department (or I-fed for short) mistook me for an Imaginary friend and ran me through various tests from walking in a straight line to pie throw aiming. And finally got assigned to a dragon named Spike on another universe. Crazy? Ha! That word cannot even scratch the surface of describing it!

NOTE: This story is a crossover with my other story, Understanding Confusion; both stories are nonsensical without each other.

   The name is Cloud Burn and all I have to say is: Nothing is my fault; I've never done anything to anypony -not that I remember of- yet I find myself seconds away from my inevitable demise. Why is that you ask? The world is vengeful upon me for reasons beyond my control and it's not my fault...

NOTE: If this does not get featured by the time I end the story, It'll be thrown into oblivion.