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// II - Canterlot 
// Story: The Average Day of a Bad Self-insert: The Sequel 
// by Alfoals Trottenbauer 
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"Well, that's quite the predicament." Princess Celestia remarked.

"D-do you have a solution?" Ace asked nervously.

"Guards, throw him into the dungeon." She indicated calmly.

"Wait, what?" Ace was surprised.

"Well, we can't just have Twilight driving ponies insane." She said.

"What does that have to do with me?" Ace asked again.

"Well, she only seems to follow you. Where are my guards?"

"Sorry your majesty, there was a problem downstairs." Shining Armor answered.

"Take this stallion to the dungeon, please." She repeated.

"Right away."

The barred door slammed shut and locked.

"Well, road apples." Ace sighed.

"Ace, you need to get us out of here." Twilight demanded.

"Twilight, I'm not going to do that. That would be extremely illegal." He strictly replied.

A few nights went by and Ace had snapped.

"Guards, please help... I'm about to break these bars with my bare hooves!" He shouted.

He slammed his hooves into the door, causing it to fall over.

He galloped out of his cell. Celestia stood in the way.

"Where do you think you're going?" She asked.

"Step out of the way, princess."

She attempted to use a holding spell, but it failed.

"He's too much of a Gary Stue! I can't handle his power!"

"Um... What?"

"You're the Self-Insert, the embodiment of The Writer!" She exclaimed.

"Okay..?" He said awkwardly as he trotted out the castle doors.

He galloped out of the courtyard, so that no guards would see him.

"Ace, that was quite a battle!" Twilight remarked.

"Road apples." He mumbled.