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// III - Trash 
// Story: The Average Day of a Bad Self-Insert 
// by Alfoals Trottenbauer 
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The ground was back again, but he was in some sort of strange hallway. Ornate plaques lined the walls.

He trotted down to one.

'Trash.'

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'Ohboyherewego.mp4'

He trotted forward.

'This is bad.'

'Kiddo'

'Son'

'Kid'

He was at the end of the hall. The doorway led to a gigantic room with a large statue of a human hand with it's thumb up.

A sign hung above it that said:

"Hall of Feedback"

Another sign below it said 'Followers: 11'.

The second one changed into a two, making '12'.

It then changed to an '8'.

"What is this all for?" Ace asked, directing it toward Twilight, who seemed to be the only thing who is aware of the plot that was apparently real life.

"Well, this is for some kind of ancient computer program." She answered.

The ground disappeared beneath his hooves.

He seemed to be falling, but it looked like the gap was intentional.

The walls were lined with tiles.

Rainbow Dash floated next to him.

"Rainbow Dash? What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Huh? Oh, sorry. I'm just waiting to fall far enough to the bottom so I can fly real fast."

"So, why're you here? You don't even have wings." She asked.

"Uh, well I kinda tripped in, I guess." He answered.

"Well, good luck with the ground." She said before opening her wings and flying forward at an incredible speed into a clearing going forward into Equestria.


He looked down.

"Aw, buckin-"

He crashed into the ground snout-first, legs extended in all four directions.
The tiles didn't help much, most sticking to him.