The Average Day of a Bad Self-Insert

by Alfoals Trottenbauer

I - Edge

Ace woke up to horse breath in his face.

"Twilight. Why are you so close to me? And how do I know you?"

"Don't ask. The writing here is pretty bad. Not like I know who's writing it, or when this was a story."

"Please. Get off my bed, and don't talk to me. I don't want to ask why you broke into my home."

She disappeared.

"Ace, I'm dead now."

"What?"

"Convenience, please instantly ship yourself with somepony or something else." She echoed.

Ace got out of bed. He went about his routines.

"Why is this so fast-paced?"

Suddenly, Ace was on a tram. Gordon Freemane was in it.

"Wh-what the hay?"

A sign passed by that said 'Black Forest Research Facility.'

"Why am I here?" He asked.

"This is the one thing the writer's any good at." Sven said as he walked into the train without the tram stopping.

"Who are you?"

"Another bad new OC."

"What's with your coat and mane, you're so edgy. And you're a self insert, oh boy here we go." Sven retorted.

"What are you talking about?"

"I comment on things people can't fix as well as making no content on my own." Sven stated.

The train disappeared.