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// the comments got absolutely buried? 
// Story: What If... 
// by TheMajorTechie 
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Twilight threw her head back, screeching from her writing desk. "THE VOICES, SPIKE! I HEAR THEM-- THE VOICES!"

Spike looked up from his comic, then back down. This happened from time to time. This was normal.

"WHY ARE THERE SO MANY VOICES?!"

"They're the readers," Spike replied. He flipped a page in his comic. "The truth is, all those stories you were writing, were being published as part of a collection of chapters in which an author has been writing about us writing about the things we write, plus the things we write themselves."

"What?"

"What?"