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// Ho hum. Don't mind me as I beat my drum. WAKE UP! 
// Story: Twilight Finds Herself in Generation 1. 
// by TheMajorTechie 
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	Should I dance around the human girl with a grass skirt and drums? I think I should dance around her with a skirt and drums. It adds to the effect that I clearly want something from her.

Now then. Taking into consideration that I've likely completely and utterly derailed this timeline, I highly doubt that I'll have to face events that according to Equestria's history, are supposed to have happened by now.

Anyways, about the girl...

She's kinda stirring a bit at the moment, but let's speed things up a bit, shall we?

Silently thanking Pinkie for teaching me the ways of the hammerspace, I floated a pail of ice-cold water just a bit higher than the girl's head. I'd take time to probably belt out a song or something about waking up and not being lazy, but buck that, I'm a scientist!


~~~{Three seconds later...}~~~


Well, okay, maybe the spell and the hoof to the face might've been a bit too much, but hey, at least I've got all the time in the world to hide a body if it comes to it. Heck, I could easily vaporize the body if I wanted to, being probably the only alicorn in existence at this time.

Oh well. I've got this drum and random grass skirt already, might as well do something with it.


~~~{It's like another three seconds later, except it's probably more around three hours.}~~~


Well finally she's waking up. It only took me hours of voodoo dancing and yodeling... not that either were really actually required or anything in order to wake her up but it's not like it actually matters or anyth--





ENOUGH WITH THAT. 

Enough with what, me?

THIS! DON'T YOU SEE?!

Nope!

Okay, to mark off a list so we can both understand, let's say that you've been:

Talking to yourself,
Rambling about insane topics,
Foalnapping,
Deliberately destroying timeli--

Hey, this is a human girl, so that should be kidnapping!

You know what, I give up. Here you go, illogical Twilight. Drive the mad horse to Tartarus, for all I care.

Okies!





I probably look very strange right now to whoever this girl is. Especially considering the fact that I can literally feel myself vibrating while I carry out this mental arguement... and the fact that I already know that I'm probably twitching so much that it looks like I've been electrocuted.

At least she's awake now, if not mildly psychologically disturbed by my presence.