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// Interlude: Twilight's word on the Narrator 
// Story: Twilight Finds Herself in Generation 1. 
// by TheMajorTechie 
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	So, Twilight... how's it going?

"Where am I?"

You're everywhere... and nowhere. Honestly though, even I don't know where we are.

"Great, I've been scooped out of reality by an incompetent nobody. Great job."

Geez, don't be so harsh on me, missy. After all, narrating is pretty hard.

"Keep telling yourself that, mister. Don't mind me while I try to get out of this place."

You can't, I won't let you.

"And why is that?"

I'm the narrator in this chapter. I can narrate your sorry plot right back into here if you try.

"Wanna bet?"

Twilight lit her horn, ready to simply teleport out. Little did she know, since neither of us actually know where we are, she wouldn't be able to teleport.

"HEY!"

Not my fault. I haven't left my random inter-universal office for the past three years.

"Wait... inter-universal? I can just use Starswirl's mirror-portal spell and get back!"

Unfortunately, Twilight found to her disdain that aside from the typical office-type material and a questionably young guy sitting in a spinning chair, there were no mirrors.

"AGH!" Twilight screamed, lighting her horn once more. A quick volley of shots resulted in a dazed guy sitting in a hole-ridden spinny-chair, complete with a smoking hole blasted through his cubicle.

"What are you doing to the poor man? Where are you?!"

Silly mare. That man's nothing but an illusion. It's all fake. I simply built this false reality around you to protect your fragile sanity. As for me, my real office is currently... nonexistant.

"What?"

To put it simply; this is a dream, and I'm both a figment of your imagination, and a sentient being that's invaded your mind. Sleep tight, Twilight.

"WHAT THE BUCK IS GOING O--"

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