I sat down in front of my laptop, cracking my knuckles in preparation to type my essay. I guess it should've been typed out in the first place, considering how there's now a guarantee that anything I own will likely be destroyed in one way or another...
And then, Pinkie popped up beside me, with my pristine, handwritten essay neatly stacked on her head.
"How?!" I exclaimed, grabbing hold of the papers. They were just as stiff as they were before I wrote on them, and showed no sign at all of ever being even close to water.
"I went to an alternate universe to the alternate universe where I pulled the soaking paper out of so that I could get a copy of the not wet paper from the alternate you who happened to have a scanner so I threw a little party on the way back and then this weird marshmallow thingy attacket an--"
I put my hand over Pinkie's mouth to stop her rambling.
"I get it," I replied, "screw logic."
"Yep!" She squeaked, sinking back into the area under my desk.
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I have to admire your determination. You started with a by-the-numbers HIE fic, ran out of ideas, and kept on writing.
7608442 Just keep writing, just keep writing...
*Rattling keyboard noises*
*Big explosion noises*
*Screams*
7608442 Though its not HIE, its POE, or Pony On Earth. There's a chapter or two of HIE though.
7608442 That happens quite a lot, actually.