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// That's A Sexual Violation, That Is 
// Story: Why Carrot Top Should Never Ever Write FanFiction 
// by Marciline 
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Octavia glared at Carrot Top who relentlessly poked her purple treble clef cutie mark.
"Will you stop that? That's a sexual violation, that is."
"But I'm bored," whined Carrot Top. 
"So go write a fan fiction about my personal life or something, but piss off!"
Carrot Top opened her green eyes wide and the cogs in her small brain began to turn.
"That's it, I'm moving."
Octavia stalked off, making her first mistake of the day, which was leaving her mentally unadvanced room mate alone in the room. Carrot Top laid out a stack of paper and a fresh box of crayons and began drawing. In the next room, Octavia was on the phone with her friend from the Anthropology department. 
"Look, can't you send somepony around and pick her up? She won't stop making sexual advances on me, replacing my cupcakes- yes cupcakes- and muffins with health food such as carrot cake. No, don't tell Pinkie Pie. Look, can't you just do something?"
"Octavia, where are the cutty cutty knives?"
"Kitchen cabinet, bottom drawer, right segment."
Carrot Top left the room and continued her quest for the fan fiction of Octavia's life. She then found a pair of blood covered knives, with a picture of that cute white unicorn, with the 3d glasses. On the bottom of the picture somepony wrote next. She exited the room and sat down to write her story. She and Octavia had seen a lot of movies, and they always had the best ideas. She somehow wrote out the story and drew the pictures, despite being an earth pony. Really, how do they pull it off? Do their hooves have spikes on them or something? Anyways, in under five minutes she wrote out a two page fan fiction along with pictures for each scene. 
"Yes, I know you're only an anthropologist, but can't you do something? Surely you know somepony who can fix her up? Bon Bon? what does she know? She's just a-no, sorry, I'm just really stressed out now."
"Octavia, I finished my fan fiction."
"Ok."
"Can we invite all your friends over  for a viewing party?"
"I can arrange that." 
"Tonight?"
"That sounds good."
"Yay!"
Octavia hung up on Lyra, knowing that Carrot Top would no longer be her semi-deranged roommate.
"Octavia, where is the film projector?"
"What now?"
"For the viewing party."
"Yes, in the she-wait, what?"
"You said that I could show my completed fan fiction of your life tonight and show all your friends."
Octavia paused. Tonight was when Lyra said the mare was coming around to pick up Carrot Top.
"Ok, but-"
"Oops!"
Half of Octavia's living room was now on fire.
"-Be careful..."
"Oka-oops!"
Now, Carrot Top had single-handedly destroyed Octavia's cello with nothing but a pickled herring.
"The worse part is that I am allergic to pickled herrings," Octavia mumbled, "Carrot Top, sit down and do nothing."
"When can I do something?"
"When you do something."
"Oh, ok!" Carrot Top chuckled slightly. Octavia was so, so smart about that sort of thing. She then thought about who she wanted to invite to the party. Lyra, Vinyl, Toothpaste mane, Roseluck, and Berry Punches! Or was it Puncher? Punchey? Pinch? Puncharoo? For a full two hours, Carrot Top sat there and wondered what the rest of Berry's name was. Then she distantly noticed that something was saying her name over and over. 
"CARROT TOP! GOLDEN HARVEST! THAT EARTH PONY IN SCENE TWENTY FOUR! CARROT TOP!"
"W-"
"Don't talk."
"Wh-"
"I said, don't say a word." Octavia waited a minute or two until she was sure that Carrot Top would shut up.
"Anyways, I've invited everypony over. They will be here in fifteen minutes. 
"How di-"
"You talk in your sleep. Oh, her full name is  Berry Punch. Now go get your fan fiction ready or whatever."
Carrot Top went to the backyard with a boxful of paper figures and a twenty page script.
"Hello, hello, nice to see you! How are you today? Fine, fine. Oh Lyra, is the mare here?"
"See the gray one?"
"Thank you."
Octavia made her way to a gray pegasus with a bubble butt. (Literally and figuratively.)
"Miss Ditzy Doo?"
The mare spun around to show off a set of crossed eyes.
"It's Miss Octavia, am I correct? Oh, and it's Derpy. You're mistaking me for somepony else."
"The mail mare?"
"Yes."
"But you take in nutcases."
"Yes."
"But-"
"I have many side jobs."
Her monotone voice completely took aback Octavia.
"Aren't you the one that completely destroyed the town hall?"
"That was also my clone, Ditzy Doo."
An awkward silence followed.
"I make clones and recolors of everypony. If I didn't, Equestria would have the population of forty two."
"I see. Can you take her tonight?"
"Depends. How bad is the situation?"
"She accidentally killed Tirek with a crayon and brought him back to life with a calculator."
"I'd take her now, but the fan fiction sounds like something worth investing time in."
"Sadly, yes."
Carrot Top ushered the small group outside and began her long awaited fan fiction.