Another Displaced Human Dilemma
By: A Grey Pegasus
What's This?
Page flip.
"What the hell am I reading?"
Page flip.
Chunk of pages flip.
"Hey Stardust, what are you reading?"
I looked up at Twilight. "I have no idea." I closed the book to show its cover to her. "It was asking to be read, though."
Twilight's expression perked up. "Oh. That one. I haven't read that one in a few years. Yeah, it's... an interesting one."
"Yeah, I'll say. You here for anything right now?"
"I am in fact here to exist."
Wait, what?
"Horse words!"
Um. I am sensing something is going strange here.
"Whoa!" I yelped as suddenly, I was lost in a white void, losing my grip on the book I was reading in the process. Although, it seemed that the book had faded into the aether as well.
"Please tell me what the hell is happening," I said. "I didn't screw anything up, did I? This is totally not an episode."
I looked around. Infinite white void. Alone.
Like that Spongebob future episode with Squidward. What a classic.
Oh yeah, and now I really get how unsettling it is.
"Hello?!"
A... panel of white opened like a door.
And then Pinkie walked in. What a relief, seriously.
"You're in the no-zone, Dusty!"
"I'm in the what?" I asked.
Pinkie walked towards me and shut the pseudo-door behind her, leaving us in a seamless void once again.
"The no-zone!" Pinkie repeated. "I don't know how to describe it either!"
"That... that's great."
"Or maybe it's like a physical manifestation of the A/N box!"
"Wait, really?" I looked around as if I could find something. "I guess you could call that physical... Where's me?"
"Oh, he's still typing," Pinkie answered. She turned around and opened a door-panel-thing out. "Today's a special day! See ya later!"
Then Pinkie left and shut it beside her.
"... But I don't even know what the hell is going on." I leapt up off of my hooves and started flying forward. I think. "I sure hope I find out."
It was maybe a minute of silence and absolutely nothing happening before I stopped and instead just sat down. "Can anyone tell me, what the hell is going on?!"
<Yeah, it's April 1st here.>
I pursed my lips at the answer, just processing the words. Reality, as in true reality, started flowing back into my consciousness. "So... why all this?"
<I'm stretching out.>
"Stretching out... right. Because you just slept for five hours. So... you are going to actually write stuff later, right? This is a cop-out."
<Yeah, I'll probably be writing something later. A paper, most likely.>
"... Well that sucks.>
<Well, it's a paper about space stuff, but at the same time, I'm shooting little green dudes to space in practically real-time, so I dunno. At least I can say I'm playing a game while doing work.>
"Oh yeah. That explains why you still haven't gotten to the next chapter. Despite S6E3 being tomorrow."
<I'm pretty tired from running a space program around the clock.>
"You actually made me read Read This though?"
<Classic, right?>
"I guess so. Much better than the Don't Click trash."
<Wonder if I can write a pseudo-sequel today and get it to work..."
I shrugged. "Wouldn't be the worst idea. You've already wasted time here. A no-zone for a nothing-thing." I stood up and began aimlessly wandering around. "Could you just get to work on something? I really want new stuff to start happening in my world."
<Crusader chapter is hard. And I might have gone off on a tangent too much. In it, so far.>
"That never stopped any other story." I paused. "Wait, so what'll happen with all of this?"
<Probably mind-wipe. Until A/N boxes, wherein you regain full knowledge of everything. Pinkie was pretty much right, you know.>
"It's not like the A/N box is a physically tangible thing when it occurs anyways. It just 'is'. So are you done with your April Fool's thing yet?"
<I dunno. I had an idea of where this was supposed to go, but I forgot. Or I accomplished it already.>
"Low. Effort."
<Well the fic itself already is fairly insane, so it's not much of a stretch. This is entirely justifiable within the bounds of the story.>