My consciousness then burst out of the story’s text; feeling singed all over like before. I sprawled to my hooves-oh, wait I’m getting ahead of myself...
AHEM!
I could hear the sound of my front door opening. How did I know it was my door, because it wouldn’t make sense for it not to be, of course!
“Oh, there you are Raindrops, I see that you have the papers. Come over here, set them down on this desk.” Twinkleshine hastily blurted.
I heard the papers slam onto the hard wooden surface of my office desk.
“If Written’s in the story, then how is he over there?” Thunderlane questioned.
“Long story, we’ll tell you after Twinkleshine’s taken care of him.” Raindrops said.
Twinkleshine’s magic buzzed and I turned my attention back into the situation I was in, inside the narrative. TOCEF and Red Blue were lost in all of this, just as Viridian and Fluffy were, you know... when they weren’t dead.
“So, Written” TOCEF said, “when you get out, you can finally give us more of a story usage, right?”
“Yeah... sure...” I replied, “I’ll just have to buy some white-out to make some... necessary corrections...”
Before I leave, I’ll leave them a message in the sky I suppose. As characters on their own, they’re nothing special. The first moments I met them, I wanted to get a gallon of white-out and have a field day, but now I’ve grown a bit. Actually, I’ve probably shrunk; hundreds of times, in fact, to fit inside this story’s wording-but this is becoming lengthy.
I’ve learned something from today’s experience. I know now what to write, since I’ve seen and been through all of the things I shouldn’t write. I’m also thankful that I haven’t developed any severe literature phobia, but I’ll likely avoid any stories where the characters talk to the author and go on bizarre acid trips into books anytime soon.
I felt myself engulfed in a powerful force, a forcefully force that forced me out of the setting by force. The environment before me was fading into white nothingness. My consciousness then burst out of the story’s text; feeling singed all over like before. I sprawled to my hooves when learning that I had returned to my original body. I was back in my office, the other ponies there looking at me in amazement.
“Written Script!” Twinkleshine called out.
“You saved me!” I said, “No, forget that last part... that sounded stupid.”
After that, they all started laughing despite any need to do so. The camera panned out, and I laughed awkwardly along when I noticed how strange it was.