"Who? What? When? Where? Why? Banana?" our lonely insect said rapidly as he woke up. He shook off his grogginess and took in the environment around him. Everything felt fuzzy, yet everything was dark. He felt cramped in his position, and he was constantly being bumped around. He tried to find an opening, but he couldn't escape.
"What is this magical forcefield of darkness?" Buzzer mumbled to himself. He decided not to move, just in case if struggling made the situation worse. He could hear voices all around him, but he couldn't recognize any of them. Also, there were so many that he couldn't even pick out a single word of dialogue. Then, he heard a door open, and close a bit afterward. The voices disappeared after the door closed. Suddenly, there was a big bump, and he stopped getting bumped around completely. Then he heard comprehensible dialogue.
"Spike, could you unpack my bags? I need to make dinner." a female voice said. Of course! Buzzer was in a storage compartment of some sort. Then he realized that he was going to be discovered. Buzzer panicked. He couldn't get caught. Luckily, he was gifted in magic skills, so he knew lots of spells to help him out of this situation. He used a temporary ghost spell to go through the walls of his prison and float into a different room, all while being invisible. He didn't know what ponies were capable of, so he was so nervous that he closed his eyes the whole way. When he opened his eyes, he was in a fancy room of some sort. He figured it was a pony castle, he knew since he was good at most of his classes, and foreign architecture was one of them. As the spell faded into him being translucent instead of completely transparent, Buzzer got an idea. But he needed time to plan it. For now, he decided to stealthily watch.
"But Twilight! I don't want to do your work! I want to go outside!" a small, purple and green, wingless dragon with a German accent said.
"Spike, I need to finish dinner. I have no idea why you're complaining about doing my work now, but I need you to do it. I can't get distracted because this recipe is very precise!" the lavender pony with a dark purple mane that had a pink stripe in it who owned the female voice that meant she was Twilight said. (Definitely NOT a run-on sentence with grammatical errors) Spike went to the room he needed to go to, grumbling along the way. Luckily, Buzzer picked off a bit of info he needed.
"...stupid Twilight Sparkle..." With that info, Buzzer had the last bit of information he needed to initiate his plan. Luckily, he was still in translucent ghost form, since it lasted a lot longer than transparent ghost form. He shapeshifted into a purple pony with a dark violet mohawk mane with a book as his cutie mark (not my OC, I just made it up in 20 seconds) He floated over above the lavender pony to activate his plan.
"Twilight Sparkle, I am the ghost of your father." Buzzer said.
"No you're not! My dad is still alive and he looks nothing like you!" Twilight countered.
"Oh umm... I meant to say that I am the ghost of your great great great
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great great grandfather." Buzzer said.
"I don't think the entire species of ponies was colorful that far back." she said before she paused and picked up a book with her magic. "According to this book, an unknown fraction of ponies that far back were slaves to evil creatures called humans, and the free ones weren't smart enough to save the other ponies or start civilizations yet. Also, there were no unicorns or pegasi, and I see a horn on your ghostly head."
"Ummmm... Yeah, but." Buzzer sputtered. "Screw it." He flew through the wall and exited the building.