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// Chaos happens, right? 
// Story: The Incredibly Stupidly Weird Story About 15 Random OCs 
// by TheMajorTechie 
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	Completely foregoing the events of the previous chapter, we now switch to the internal mental workings of yet another poorly planned/written character! In addition to that, let's make sure that every character can hear the narrator! 

"HEY, WHO'RE YA CALLIN'  POORLY WRITTEN?!" Yelled Hops Mash from far behind the fourth wall, "COME AT ME, BIOTCH!"

I'm talking about Dark Lightning. Y'know, the guy who's also a girl who's also a guy who's also a unicorn who's also an earth pony who's also a--

"Okay, okay, shut up."

Eh.

Dark Lightning Easy Breeze swooped across the plain, whooping as the rest of his collective personas screamed in panic at the sensation of flight. Well, except for Hard Time. That personality's always wishing for the destruction of ponykind. But ignore that last bit. He isn't worth talking about right now.

Besides, this is Easy Breeze we're talking about.

And-- oh, okay. Not Easy Breeze anymore, apparently.

Easy Breeze/Dark Lightning was now cowering behind a couple of garbage cans, hiding from the pegasi who were now looking for him to get autographs.

"HEY, I'M A GIRL!"

Geez louise, Easy, what's up with you?

"Who's Easy Breeze? I'm Wavering Cold! And I'm a girl!"

Your body says otherwise.

"OKAY, WHO SET ME UP FOR THE SEX CHANGE?!"

Nobody did. You're born male.

"THAT'S WHAT THEY WANT ME TO THINK!"

Okay, seriously, calm yourself down. Like as in, all your personas, Lightning. There's already enough chaos as it is.

Wavering Cold/Easy Breeze/Dark Lightning froze, and a mildly disturbing grin began to creep upon his/her/something's face.

"HEY, SOMEPONY GIMME A TIME MACHINE BEFORE I CRUSH YOUR SKULLS!" Yelled Hard Time.

"NO!" Shouted Dark Lightning to himself, er... one of his mental images of himself.

"YESSSSSSSSSS!" Hard Time hissed back, causing Wavering Cold to internally shriek.

"ROOT!" Root shouted, sticking his head up in front of the pony conglomeration.

And then a Time Machine appeared out of nowhere, 'cause with how little logic there is left in this story, why not just get rid of the rest?

Hard Time rubbed his hooves together evilly, and went inside. Ten seconds later, he waltzed back out, complete with a bloody knife and the distinct smell of panicking griffon wafting from his body.



can you guess what happened to Carrion?!