//------------------------------// // Credits // Story: Fred Walsh: Diverted // by Baguettedood //------------------------------// Chapter (Not really a chapter) – Credits This works as credits music Fred Walsh: Adventures in Equestria and Fred Walsh: Diverted written by Baguettedood Because it wouldn't leave my head. My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic owned by Hasbro and produced by DHX Media/Studio B and Lauren Faust. As if you didn't already know. Fred Walsh owned by I have no clue. He was made up as an in-joke in music class one day. Thanks to Ryan and Shane for inspiring the name in Year 8 music. As a fun fact, Frederick Brian Walsh, according to Babynames.com and Wikipedia, means Peace Ruler, Noble, Foreigner (In that order). Most of the music used under Creative Commons and produced by JT Bruce Except for Power of Love, which was produced by Huey Lewis and the News. Various references owned by their respective owners That doesn't even make sense. These credits are too short so here, have a completely fake extra scene. Fred Walsh sat in a room, lent to him by some friends in an internet community who still remembered him. He powered up the Scavenger Watch, now a relic in this time, for one final vlog about what he went through. “I've occasionally been comparing what happened to me in that other universe to various forms of media, such as movies, soap operas, or video games in the case of the final fight against DemonTrixie. But the more I think about it, the more I'm convinced I was close to the truth. Thanks to copyright, and the fact that a movie would never let me get away with so many pop culture references, that only leaves one explanation. In the video, Fred's face couldn't be more serious. “I'm in a fanfic.” And now for an impromptu scene containing some lines I didn't get to use. This also isn't part of the story. Fred Walsh walked underneath a wooden archway labelled “Sweet Apple Acres.” Within, he looked around and saw an orange-coated earth pony mare. She cantered between nearby apple trees and kicked each one in succession. She cleverly picked up some baskets, freshly filled with apples, and took them to a red barn. The human made his way to the building. Shortly before he could enter, Applejack, along with her brother, Big Macintosh, stepped out of the barn. Both froze. “Brother, what in tarnation is that?” the mare asked, without taking her eyes off the arrival. “That's racist,” Fred responded first. Ineffective segue “Us Apples take care of this here orchard!” Applejack exclaimed in her typical Southern accent. “You say you take care of the orchard,” Fred began, “Yet you kick the shit out of the trees.” “Pardon me?” The End. Thanks for reading!