"Ace!" Twilight shouted for at least the sixteenth time this morning.
Ace's mane was a mess, he was kept up by Twilight's ghost since 12:00 last night. It was currently 9:00 in the morning and he was late to work.
"What?!" He asked.
He noticed a long time ago she didn't leave when he asked last week.
"I'm still dead."
"No, really? I never would've guessed." He said sarcastically.
He poured himself a cup of tea.
"This isn't a time for breakfast!" She shouted.
"Twilight, please. You've been 'dead' for a week now, I'm not going to help you. Find somepony else to bother." He replied.
He downed the tea and strode out the door.
"Twilight, I know you're still there. The apple family won't be too happy if I come to buck apples with you following me."
Applejack trotted out Sweet Apple Acres' gate.
"Ace? What're ya doin' with Twilight's... G-ghost!?" She asked, realizing what she said before she finished saying it.
"Listen, I can explain. Ever since the beginning of this week, Equestria has been really strange. Twilight seemed to have died for no reason, somepon- someone, has been mentioned named 'The Writer', something else called 'The Plot' was mentioned. Honestly, I haven't been very sane, lately." He lengthily explained.
"Well, that's an explanation if I ever seen one." She commented.
"Well, go on in through the gates."
He cantered in through the gates, got a wooden basket, and bucked a tree. The apples fell into the basket. An apple rose in the air and a bite was taken out of it.
"Twilight..!" He warned.
More bites appeared.
"That's it, I'm taking you to somepony who knows this kind of problem.