The Average Day of a Bad Self-insert: The Sequel

by Alfoals Trottenbauer

IV - Crossover

A lightsaber fell from the sky.

"What the hay?" Ace was surprised.

He levitated it and it disappeared.

"Okay... I'm just going to pretend that hadn't happened." He sighed.

He trotted a ways and a crowbar was on the ground. It had 'Black Mesa Research Facility' Written on it.

A monkey wrench was not too far from it.

A whip was close by.

"What is this, the Various Melee Weapons Forest?" He asked.

A Gauss gun was hanging from a branch.

"Nope. Sorry, it's just the Various Weapons Forest." He clarified to himself.

A spaceship flew overhead.

"Um... That was... Strange."

He trotted a bit faster.

He was outside of the forest. Gordon Freemane galloped past.

"Okay, it looks like it's that time again." He thought to himself,

"The weird ponies are arriving again."

A giant swarm of Changelings flew overhead.

"Wait..." He looked up.

They dove in the direction of canterlot.

"Well, my respect for Celestia had been declining since she imprisoned me for three days." He remarked in his head.

A changeling flew over his head, his horn almost touching it's abdomen.

"New flyer here, I see!" He called behind him in the direction of the Changeling.

Applejack trotted toward him.

"What're you yellin' about?" She asked, one of her eyes were light blue.

"Nice disguise there, buddy..." He retorted.

The changeling reverted to it's form.

"Fuck you anyway." It said in a raspy voice and took off.

Ace trotted in a random direction.

Three more low-flying Changelings buzzed past his sides.

He didn't make much of it.