The Average Day of a Bad Self-Insert

by Alfoals Trottenbauer

II - Critic

A library appeared.

"Okay. I'm just going to walk out of here."

Ace tried to trot through the door. It was locked.

He trotted back to a bookshelf. He flipped a page.

"Surviving the Everfree. By Ace Sparks..? I didn't write this."

He flipped through to another page.

"He rolled down the hill, the wound opening and getting covered with dirt." He read to himself.

He couldn't help but cringe.

"Wow. This is... Pretty bad." He said aloud.

"You're pretty bad." An ugly-long haired human face with a neckbeard wearing a fedora said.

"I am the writer, destroyer of different opinions. Die self-insert!"

"In nomine invocatoris!" Ace shouted without his will.

"What was that?" Ace asked.

"No... You've defeated me!"

"Um... What?"

The face exploded.

The door opened.

"Guess I'm out of here."

He trotted outside.

He was in some strange space, stars were visible, there wasn't a horizon, or a ground.

"Where'd the ground go?"

"This is the void. You have to traverse it to find me." Twilight Sparkle's voice echoed.

"I'm not interested, Twilight."

"Then why did the writer ship you with me?"

"Listen, I don't know what you're saying. This is Equestria, not some crazy fantasy."