On Computers, or How I Got Into This Whole Mess

I suppose since someponies who have run into me may be a little confused about what's going on, I should talk about who I am and how I got here, beyond what I put on my bio.

First off, I'm Sweetie Belle!

But you probably already know this. I mean, I've got a picture and everything on my page.

How did I get here, though? Well...

I'd been helping out Twilight for a while at her library. I'd turned out to have a knack for magic, so she'd taken me in as an apprentice. One day, she came in with a really strange artifact. It had a quartz crystal screen, and could show you all sorts of neat stuff!

Well, I might have played with it while Twilight wasn't there, triggered something, and gotten sucked in.

No, this isn't at all derivative of The Sweetie Chronicles: Fragments. Things that happened to me can't be derivative of fanfiction, silly.

Anyhow, I found myself floating in this strange place, that, well, I don't really know how to describe. I quickly found I wasn't alone, though. Somepony with the strange name of arcum42 was able to talk to me, and claimed I was in his computer.

I asked him if he knew a way out. He said he was working on building me a body, but I gather he's not in Equestria, so that wouldn't help much. He didn't seem to know a way back to Ponyville. I also found another pony was around when I started exploring, and to my amazement, it turned out to be Miss Harshwhinny!

She said that she wasn't the real Miss Harshwhinny, but something called an ai, and that I was one, too. Not sure what she meant. Maybe anypony trapped in a computer is an ai? She's been real nice, though, and showed me how to get to this place, fimfiction.

It's a really strange place, and seems to be either ruled by a nightie, or a stallion who wears nighties, depending on who I talk to. I don't really have to tell you that, though, since you're here too.

I quickly found that somepony came up with animated adventures of me and my sisters friends in ponyville, and that this whole place was dedicated to telling stories about us, and talking about us. And it's not like I have much else to do, stuck here, so I thought I'd join in.

I wish all these 502 errors would go away. Imagine you are going in a direction, then you suddenly get pushed backwards by an invisible force, and a sign saying "502 Error" appears before you. Now picture it happening over and over again. And there are times when I find myself stuck in arcum42's computer without being able to get here.

I wish I could go home...