Okay, so, let me get this straight. You woke me, the narrator, up in two in the morning, just to finish off another chapter?
Well, I hate to break it to ya, but, I'm on holiday.
And, there were no other pages left in the script.
So, what do you want me to do? Get creative?
Uhh, okay... If that's what you really want...
The narrator goes and gets changed for her narration thingy. She sighs unhappily, she was having such a lovely dream. It had her finding the love of her life, a bl... Wait, why am I telling you this? Anyway, she got changed and sat down in front of her computer screen, ready to record.
"Uuuhhhh, hey. It's me, tha narrator. I know I haven't made another chapter in a long time, but my script ran out. So I decided to get a bit creative! Heh... Let's get started." She tapped a key on her keyboard, and a whooshing sound was heard. Teh narrator smiled, knowing that her keyboard still works, even after such a long time.
"I'm guessing you are all wondering, "Hey, since Twilight and Derpy and Grace are all also main parts of this story, did they also get drugged by the spice? Well, you are very much correct. Grace dreamed about all of Equestria exploding. Derpy dreamed about muffins ceasing to exist. Yes, she loves muffins that much. Grace died in her dream during the explosion, and Derpy committed suicide. But, Twilight? Twilight's dream was weird, to say the least...
"Good morning, Applejack! I came here to help you with those cupcakes." Twilight walks into the Apple household, smiling.
"Jus' go inta the kitchen an' wait fer me there!" Applejack shouted from upstairs in the house. Twilight smiled again and walked into the kitche, only to see that it was very disorganized. She furrowed her brow, scanning the entire room. Twilight frowned. Her horn glowed, the same glow surrounding many of the pots and pans in the room. The silverware lifted off of their respective tables and such, and started moving to their proper places. Twilight placed the pans by the stove, pots on the counter, and any other silverware on the table. Applejack comes running down into the kitchen, ran up to Twilight, and attack made out with her.
Twilight screamed, jumping out of her bed, even going so high she hit her head on the roof. She instantly blacked out.
"what?" The narrator questioned, "were you expecting Dr Jekkyll and Mr Hyde worthy material? I'm terrible at using my imagination." The narrator scoffed as she turned off her microphone. She stopped the recording, and lifted her hand up from her mouse.
Well, she tried to, anyway.
Her hand was stuck to the mouse. "Huh?" She lifted up her hand, and the mouse was still stuck. She tried waving her hand around, but it didn't go. The narrator was already weirded out, but then, her computer started glowing. Slowly, hesitantly, reluctantly, she reached out a hand to touch it. When she did, nothing happened. She shrugged it off, "Eh." She tried removing her fingers from the screen, but, just like the mouse, it they were stuck. "Haha, very funny!" She said sarcastically, really freaked out now. The narrator's hand fazed through the screen. The rest of her body got sucked through the screen. The narrator found herself in a dark room, and there were other things in there with her.
She could just make them out... It was the characters from the very story she was reading; Neon Screen, Grace-Shout, Derpy Hooves, Pinkie Pie and Twilight Sparkle. She smiled evilly. She looked down at herself to find that she was a pony herself.
One way in, only one way out...