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// Edward (Twilight Sparkle) 
// Story: Garry's Mod Vs. Equestria: ASDFMovie is Awesome! 
// by Fussan 
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	Twilight was lounging around her new castle, just pondering what it is she really ruled over. Was she the princess of all friendship, or just friendship in general? Did she have some kind of power to rule over that friendship? Did she have some sort of role to play? Was she even important as a princess? Was she even relevant to friendship; as friendship isn't really something that can be controlled, and trying to would be impossible.
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"... Am I irrelevant to Equestria?" she wondered aloud. "Am I really not needed? Is being the princess of friendship really as pointless as it sounds?" Her eyes widened in shock and horror. "Am I... worthless...?!" she gasped, her voice trembling with the sheer weight of the revelation.
A knock came from the door to the castle.
The (now-irrelevant) princess of friendship, Twilight Sparkle, raised her eyes to look towards the noise. "It's open!" she called down the lengthy hall.
Another knock came from the door.
"It's open!" she called again, this time louder.
Another knock came from the door.
Twilight furrowed her brow in irritation. "It's not looked for Celestia's sake! Just open the door!" she shouted at the unknown imbecile who was disturbing her train of thought into her existential crisis.
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Another knock came from the castle door.
Twilight glared at the door in anger, clearly not happy that somepony so idiotic would be disturbing her. Most likely not even for a good reason, either. "For pony's sake," she growled under her breath as she rose from her--comparatively small--throne, making her way down the long hallway to open the door for whoever it was that saw fit to anger a princess, worth and relevance not standing.
There was another knock from the door.
She glared just a little bit harder at the crystalline structure, almost wishing the box that she ignored (and admittedly had forgotten about) until it was relevant to the current situation had installed a vat of boiling oil above the door, so she could just shoo the one disturbing her away.
Another knock sounded from the door.
Her glare intensified tenfold, her pace becoming that much more swift. Whoever was at the door was going to pay dearly for interrupting her midlife crisis.
Another knock echoed through the hall, bouncing off of the walls, amplifying the sound to near-deafening volumes.
Twilight was nearly jogging to the door now, her breaths heavy and her teeth grinding in anger. Her temper was rising to dangerous levels, and whoever was behind that door only meters in front of her was going to be sorry for knocking before they entered a room!
A knock came from the door.
Twilight was literally fuming now, small traces of steam rising from her head as the rage boiled inside of her. She finally reached the door, raising her hoof to open it when...
"Knock, knock!" said a muffled voice. A voice that she almost recognized.
Out of curiosity, she asked, "Who's there?"
The door slammed inward, crushing her against the wall of her castle that she neither needed nor was practical. "The door!" yelled the voice.
Just before Twilight blacked out from pain and a mild concussion, she heard a sickeningly familiar laugh echoing around the room and reverberating in her ears.