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// I - Rude Awakening 
// Story: The Average Day of a Bad Self-insert: The Sequel 
// by Alfoals Trottenbauer 
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"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.