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// Story, Interrupted 
// Story: What the Heck 
// by Zytharros 
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As I sit down to write the next chapter of this masterwork of a story, I begin penning the next chapter with gusto. Suddenly, my computer begins to spark, and Chrome opens. YouTube dials itself up. My Little Pony Season 6 Episode 13 opens. The timer bar moves until there is a scene with all of the Mane Six on the screen at once, except with one major change - Pinkie Pie, dressed in black, gothic clothing and smoking... something... is standing way too close to the screen.

"There," she says.

I look quizzically at my screen. There's a visibly upset Fluttershy, a traumatized Rainbow Dash, a twitching, angry Applejack, a psychotic Twilight Sparkle in a straight jacket, and a fashionally-trashed Rarity trying to pair a rat with an argyle sweater made of dirt.

"H-how could you..." Rainbow Dash meekly says. "H-how... how could you write all these... these h-h-horrors..."

Fluttershy breaks down in tears.

Applejack throws an apple at the screen. "We done everything you've asked of us, sugarcube. But every time we did, it got darker and darker, and... consarn it, you idiot! When will it stop!? When will it stop?"

Pinkie Pie interrupts... "I'M TALKING HERE, YOU BUCKERS!!"

Everyone goes silent as the pink mare paces quietly. I'm trying to minimize, but it's not working. Even trying to X out isn't working. It's then I notice the backdrop - Equestria is burning. Celestia is racing around, trying to escape throngs of angry mobs. Luna's skull rests uncomfortably on a pole within eyeshot.

"You see what you've done?"

The pink mare fills the entire scene now. She's glaring at me with eyes that rest halfway between mad, sad, glad, and confused.

"You see what you and your ilk have done!?"

I fold my arms and frown.

"You fanfiction writers! You're all terrible! making yourselves out to be more than you are. You think you're all great writers, but all you do is trash the little corners of the universe you're given. You're the worst piece of filth I've ev-"

I turn the computer off and turn my cellphone to my music... but Pinkie's right there.

"-er encountered. Do you know what Celestia had to do to get this place to where it was in every single multiverse? It was way more effort than one pony should have ever had to do! Go away and don't come back! Ever!"

She shuts my phone off. I sit there and ponder for a second if that was just a fan animation or not, because I haven't ever seen Season 6. I turn my computer back on again and open up the Internet. I head over to check my email. i type in my address and password, and when I log on, there's about 6,000 emails from one "partyponyproductions@ponyville.equ" and each has a few words on them. I skim through a number of them, but they all say the same few things.

"I hate you."
"You're scum."
"This sucks."
"Fanfiction writers are trash."

This goes on for 4,282 emails before I get one email from "animalsareouroverlords@ponyville.equ."

"u do good work love ur writing <3"

I smile. That's the fan I love. I kick the negative emails out, but save that one, the diamond in the rough.

Further down the line, two from "info@carouselboutique.equ." One is an ad for their latest dresses. The other is an apology.

Following that... Spam. Yuck. Those die.

Nearer the end, I get some unwanted pictures from "wonderboltgod@ponyville.edu." DELETE.

The last one is from "lamentofaspoon@filthyrichponies.equ."

That was the most precious one of all. No, you can't read it.

The end.