"That is not true," Spike said.
It was another peaceful day in Ponyville, ponies were working, birds were singing, and at the entrance of the village’s confection store, a little purple dragon stood with an unamused expression plastered on his face.
“Could you stop with that?” The dragon asked to no one in particular, his brows furrowing, “My name is Spike by the way, so stop calling me the dragon… that is rude. And stop telling that I’m talking with-”
The bakery door swung open, interrupting the young drake’s ramblings. A pink earth pony welcomed him with a big smile.
“Good morning, Spike, what brings here so early?” she asked, a notepad rocketing out from her mane before the same mane grabbed it in the middle of its travel. The mare read with care until she found a list entitled, Spikey-poo Schedule. “You usually arrive here after ten.”
Spike arched its brow, “Why is my list named Spikey-poo?” he was about to scratch the back of his head but he restrained his hand, “Stop saying what I’m doing!” He shouted into the air.
Now it was the time for the pink mare to turn confused, she narrowed her distance to the drake and asked with caution, “Spike… is everything alright?”
“No, nothing is alright!” He shouted, ”There is a voice inside my head telling everything that is happening, including the things that I don’t know,” He explained, his claw rubbing his temple. He stopped in mid-action and growled, then stared daggers at the sky, “STOP WITH THAT ALREADY!”
The crowd of ponies scattered around, and inside, the place ceased from their chatter after hearing the wrathful scream. Their wide eyes traveled in unison to the drake while he breathed heavily. Small puffs of smoke slithered through his nostril as the rage inside him boiled.
Pinkie Pie’s eyes whatsoever, were wide open for a different reason, she took Spike with a hoof and pulled him inside the shop.
Sugar Cube Corner, a shop designed to-
“Boring, Skip that,” Spike grunted in annoyance.
“Spike!” Pinkie screamed, her vision still blinded by the sudden transition of the scene,”Don’t do that!”
“Doing what? The dude… or lady… I don’t know; they were about to explain in detail all sugar cube corner, that was going to take forever and I’m not the one for waiting right now, there is a list of things I haven’t completed and I need to get back to the castle ASAP,” Spike said, his draconic eyes perfectly accustomed to the absence of light inside Pinkie’s secret room.
“Spike, you don’t understand,” Pinkie argued, her hoof caressing the wall until she found a switch that turned the lights on, “You are dealing with a really powerful thing-”
“Really? I thought it was some kind of joke you and Discord pulled on me… no offense but you two are prompt to make this kind of things so I couldn’t help but think of that possibility,” he explained with a sheepishly look in his eye.
“No offense taken,” Pinkie said, her assuring hoof resting on the dragon’s shoulder, “I would have thought the same if not because I know what is really happening.”
Spike arched his brows once… he closed his eyes and rubbed his temple, “Which is? God, I even can’t breathe without this thing spelling his charade,” he muttered a sigh. ”Ow, come on!“
Pinkie soothed him, “Now, now, Spike. Relax, you are just hearing the narrator’s words. This must be one of this weird days…” she trailed off for a moment, memories of odd days filled with jokes, bad puns and the constant corruption of reality, coursing through her.
“Corruption of reality? What the hell are you thinking? No, hold up, those were memories? What in the name of Celestia’s cakes is happening?” Spike asked as he detailed the description of the previous events.
Pinkie didn’t answer and turned her back to him, her tail gripping of him a second later.
”Hey, what gives?!”
She moved with the dragon in her hold to the room’s bed and placed the drake there. Her eyes fixated at the drake as her stern expression seemed to conceal the air inside the lair.
“That is a really weird way to put it, yeah she really looks serious but is not like the whole reality is bending around her.”
The pink mare sighed, her expression still stoic, “Just stop paying attention to them, Spike. Don’t let them fool you. Everything is alright. You had just a weird day, and everything is going to end after some hour. You just sleep here and let the story take its course.”
Let the story take its course.
Those last words turned the lights on inside the drake’s head. A million of question rambling inside his thoughts.
“Millions of questions? ” Spike laughed, “I just have three. Stop exaggerating everything,” he said to the ceiling before looking at his friend. “Pinkie, what do you mean by-“
Pinkie sealed the drake’s mouth with a hoof, ”Hush, don’t think about it. Not make any fun ideas, this is not a story okay?” she lied, “Narrator, you are not helping!”
Spike's eyes shot wide open, “Wait, this is a story? Like a fictional story? Are we trapped inside a weird book related spell of Twilight?”
The drake’s word made the mare beam with joy again, “Yes, that’s it! We are inside one of those, and all you need to do is rest and let the book end okay?” she explained, hoping in the inside that the narrator wouldn’t screw her plans once again. “Being funny this time aren’t we?” she asked to the wall on her left, “Oh you know I’m speaking with you, stop fooling around,” She spat in annoyance before running towards the wall.
Spike looked in confusion how the pink mare was relentlessly punching the brick wall like it was a monster attempting to murder her family.
“Seriously, stop that, just said that I looked confused, is so much for you?” he asked to no one in particular. The dragon sighed in annoyance and turned to the mare, “Ahm… pinkie, what are you doing?”
Pinkie grunted, her lungs filling again with fresh air, “breaking the fourth wall, duh~” She pointed out before sending another powerful blow, “by goodness sake, this kind of story shouldn’t be written on this season.”
Spike’s confusion strengthened at the statement. His clouded mind tried to take a break and analyze everything properly.
“While trying to not hear that annoying voice, I must add.”
Spike started to list everything acknowledged in the short time: he was inside a story, a fictional story. That made of him a fictional character, and as one, he should be saying and doing everything the narrator said without any inconvenience.
“You know? Is easy to think when you are not the one actually thinking. Thanks for the info’ bro, or sir… whatever you are. But you are wrong in something, if this is a fictional story, and I’m a character in it, then the fact that I’m conscious of my position makes me a problem for the plot: I can use this kind information for my own good.” He explained before hiding inside a dark section of the lair.
While Spike was hiding, Pinkie Pie had managed to break the wall of the room, revealing another wall at the other side. “If I could throw a party for every time I had to do this…” she mumbled under her breath.
The solid sound of steps was heard for the pony afterward, Spike was once again in the visible section of the room. She turned back to look at him, minding to use that time to take a break, “Spike? Why is your face so red?”
Spike stared dreamily at the pony, his half-lidded eyes blinking slowly as he responded, “I just made sure to look for the plots in the story, hehe…” he said, his words echoing inside the room as puffs of warm air.
“Seems like you were having some fun… at least you weren’t like the other… I don’t know why everypony has to go mad after knowing they don’t exist, really is not that of a big deal.”
Spike gestured a dismissive gesture, “Pffft, who would think like that? This whole thing is awesome, I can move across all the world, materialize things from thin air,” he moved his claw to his back and pulled a glass filled with lemonade that was resting in the bump made by his tail, “Don’t be fooled folks, That wasn’t there.”
“Or so you started talking with them too?” Pinkie breathed again, ”You really got the hang of this pretty quick.”
“A lot of things made sense after realizing this whole ‘us not being a real’ thing ” Spike commented before zipping the content of his drink, he placed the drink back to its previous place and took the other one, “This is the same glass… haha, this is really funny.”
“Don’t get overexcited, Spike, everything is fun and joy until you break one of the laws of physics in the wrong way and reality crumbles,” she lectured him, her hooves moving once again as she made her way to the wall from before, “Let ol’ Pinkie handle this so we can resume our day.”
“And how is exactly breaking a wall is going to help?” he asked, his expression a mess of different expressions: from anger to joy, then confusion to fear, and so on. “Hey, that is not funny, if you are going to do the job of a narrator, you better start explaining everything!” he reprimanded no one in particular.
Spike sighed and started punching once again, “Is not any wall, this is the second wall, two of four walls in total,” she explained with a tone more worthy to use by her wormbook friend, Twilight Sparkle.
“Speaking of Twilight,” Pinkie paused and glanced at the drake, “weren’t you supposed to be in the castle, you know, doing all your ‘assistant’ job and stuff.”
“That? Ah, don’t worry. I finished my list of things to do a minute ago,” he stated as a matter of fact. “See, he just said it, which makes it a reality.”
“No Spike I don’t think that would work… you can try again though,” Pinkie proposed, her words nearly muted by the cracking sound of the second wall breaking apart. “Yes, just one more to go.”
Spike hummed for a second, then his hum started to sound like a song but every two seconds the rhythm changed, “Really, I don’t know if I can get bored of this,” he commented before resuming his previous thoughts, “Let’s see… I can assure you pink: I finished my work on the castle a couple of minutes ago,” he said, his chest puffing up with fake pride, just as fake as his declaration.
“Aw, come on, dude that is not fair” he exclaimed in exasperation, his little shoulders falling down in defeat. “Defeat? No, no, no, I’m not done yet with you, narrator.”
Pinkie snickered at the drake’s ramblings, “Ha, ha, I know how you feel Spike. The narrator tends to be a party pooper most of the time.”
Spike nodded instinctively and tried to approach the mare, unfortunately, he tripped over his own feet and fell to the ground, “ughhh… That almost felt like it was made on purpose…” he glanced at his friend, ”Why were you breaking those walls again?”
“I need to have a talk with the narrator, and the only way to do it is to break the fourth wall. There are other ways, that’s for sure, but all depends on the kind of narrator we are dealing with, and this one is one of the toughest.”
“And what are you going to tell him? ‘Hey, fella stop messing around with us’ or something like that?” He asked while getting up.
“I will just bother them until they decide to finish this story,” She explained before sending two hard bucks to the wall.
Suddenly, Rainbow dash arrived at the place at neck-breaking speed.
“Haha, the narrator was about to say ‘came’,” Spike pointed out with a childish smile.
Rainbow Dash zipped between the duo with a worried expression on her face, “Guys, we need your help, there is a giant cockatrice destroying Ponyville.”
Spike jolted at the information provided by the cyan Pegasus, “Holly, we need to go there. Pinkie stop breaking those walls we-”
“We will be with you shortly Rainbow, just wait for us upstairs,” the pink mare stated with a severe tone, her hooves still beating the bricks out of the walls.
Rainbow scratched the back of her head, her eyes darting between the pastry mare and the dragon, “And… what about Spike? He can come with me right?”
“Sorry, he is staying,” Pinkamena stated, the sweat soaking her mane to the point it deflated. Its curly appearance was now just a distant memory.
“Ahm, wait a moment. Narrator, stop the narrative concerning Rainbow for a second,” Spike requested to no one in particular before turning to his friend, “Pinkie, I should go with them, fighting cockatrices is easy for a dragon,” he commented with confidence in its voice
Pinkie kept her assault on the third wall, “the narrator is trying to pull us off from this scene so we can forget about messing with his precious wall. I can’t understand them… they gave us this power and then go crazy because we use it.”
“Maybe God is afraid of losing his control over his subjects,” Spike stared mechanically at the wall in front of them, his tone soulless.
…
“That wasn’t me,” Spike said with utter fear inscribed in his expression, his fingers playing and dancing with each other, “blargh… it feels weird.”
“It seems like the narrator has a connection with you,” Pinkie said, her tone still uncertain, “That could be of some use in the case…”
She trailed off, her mind focusing more in her hooves as her powerful strikes doubled in pace and strength. In less than five seconds the third wall lied in pieces on the ground, a titanium wall resting just four inches apart from the previous wall.
“Titanium? Really? I don’t even know this thing existed in Equus,” Pinkie exclaimed before grunting in irritation.
“He was about to write another thing though… bribanum or something? I don’t know, he just erased it as soon as he wrote it,” Spike explained.
Pinkie ears flicked at the words of the drake, “Spike, can you tell me how you are aware of narrator doings?” She asked while recomposing her breath.
“I can’t know for sure, I just read it, it’s a vague image of a white screen with a lot of letters…” he tried to explain, to no ava-
“Wait!” Pinkie Pie suddenly interrupted, “I understand!” she lied, “Okay I don’t… ahg, almost” She whined, “Just try to look for something useful Spike, we need to find a way out of here…”
Spike arched its brows, his mind still confused. His eyes darted down as if trying to find an answer. His eyes widened a second later, “I think I found something, there is another block for text, I can see it.”
“Where?” Pinkie asked, her deflating mane turning into its previous curly form.
“here.”
Pinkie was now alone in the room, the silence of the place almost tangible as the absence of his friend corrupted the previous lively scene.
“Could you stop with that?” Pinkie growled, “Spike where are you?”
“Spike?”
The mare sighed, it was just nine of the morning, her day had just started and it was already a mess.
“Hey, is not that depressing,” She shouted, “Stupid narrators and their stupid games, next time I get in one on these I’ll make sure to make a hell like mess out of the story,” she spat before gesturing a threatening hoof towards the fourth wall, “You are lucky enough that the whole plot made you aware of my intention! Next time I will be the one writing! You hear me!”
Pinkie stomped her hoof in the ground and huffed.
“Oh, there you are,” A cheerful voice said from the back of the pink hyperactive mare. Pinkie turned to the side and rejoiced at the sight of her little purple friend.
“Spike! You are back!” the pink mare exclaimed, her previous anger no more a feature on her expression, “Don’t think I forget about you, narrator~” she sang with hideous intent.
“I found it Pinkie, I found the narrator!” Spike rambled his nonsense, “he is in the other box, here, let me take you” he said before grabbing his friend hoof.
The End.
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Is this a reference to Stranger than Fiction?
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No, actually, I'm curious about that fic now. mind if you send me the link?
"Hey, look, here is the narrator," said pinkie pie while bouncing inside the HTTP call to the server.
"Ahm, Pinkie, I don't think you should bounce in that, it looks dangerous," Spike stammered with fear as he pointed to the ever-flowing stream of information in front of them.
Stop fooling around inside the comments section and go to your universe for goodness sake.
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Not a fic. It's a movie. Has Will Ferrell in it. One of my favorite movies actually. It is about a guy who starts hearing a voice narrate his life.
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At least they don't know about “the show”...
Yet.
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Anyways, considering the story, I'd think you'd like that movie. I'd go into a more in depth explanation if you'd like.
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that is me~!. 
I.LOVE.THIS!
"
"Do you mean the Truman show? Discord showed it me once at a party, I totally loved it!" Pinkie pie said before realizing a little feature inside the comment section area, "Look, there are little stamps there!
Spike, please help me out on this, you are the rational one.
"Dude, why is there so many fics about me featuring in drama or romance stories? those ones are bori- an emoticon feature you say?
looking good spike, looking real good."
Can someone please stop this madness?
you had me intrigued sir, but now you got my full attention. I'm gonna see that movie as soon as I can.
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Okay, I will try not to do any spoilers.
Let me start with... Where is it” Anonymous asks, fumbling around in his movie collection, searching for something. “Aha!” he exclaims, pulling out a case titled “Stranger than Fiction”. “I will just type the description on the back of this.”
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Anonymous starts to read aloud, “Will Ferrell stars as Harold Crick, a lonely IRS agent whose mundane existence is transformed when he hears a mysterious voice narrating his life. With the help of Professor Jules Hilbert (Dustin Hoffman), Harold discovers he's the main character in a novel - in - progress and that the voice belongs to Karen Eiffel (Emma Thompson), an eccentric author famous for killing her main characters in creative ways. Harold must quickly track down Eiffel and stop her before she conjures up a way to finish him off.” After listing the description, he contemplates writing his own personal veiw on the movie, “nah”, Anonymous says, deciding to do so in another comment. Pushing the send button to post the comment for all to see.
Can Spike now say five things at once?
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“Yeah! The Trumare show! That is exactly what I was talking about!” Zero lies clumsily, backing off before his mouth, or keyboard as is the case, could get him in trouble. As Anonymous walks away, one might be able to pick up on his faint mumblings about “reality braking”, “My little pony”, and “Hell braking loose”.
whats going on here?
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this place is really fun but I had the gut that there are still so much more to do," Pinkie said while trying to mess with the CSS code of the webpage."What are you up to, Spike?"
"I was asking myself the same thing
"I'm trying to say five things at once but is really hard," Spike said between clenched teeth, "at least I can do this though," he added before summoning a paper and turning it ablaze with his own mind.
I just resigned... hopefully, these two will get bored at some point and get back to their stories.
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*sits and watches* now I'm interested in whats going to happen
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“Whatever you do, do NOT hack into Knighty’s account!”
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don't worry, they cant find a way out of this place unless-
"What is a lead developer?" Pinkie Pie asked, "It sounds like the opposite of enveloper."
What are you talking about Pinkie?
"Dude, I owned my first library at three, do you think I couldn't handle this place?" Spike said pridefully. "the only problem is this 'mail' system, I wrote my postal direction but it keeps saying that is not valid"
Guys you need to stop, you are going to get in serious danger. what if someone thinks you two are a virus?
"Relax we are gonna be fine, after all, who is gonna think something like this
can be a virus?" Pinkie explained cheerfully.
I will.
"Rude!"
I'm tired ... just. ahg, please go home. Please?
"Neigh!
"
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“Anyways, the movie is at first a comedy, but... Unlike most comedies, it is quite... Deep" Zero says, fumbling for the right words. “HEY! I do not fumble!” He yells to open air, as if trying to communicate with God. “...” Anonymous ellipsisies, having nothing to say in his anger. “Ellipsisies? That's a word?” he asks, as if questioning Webster himself. “I’M NOT QUESTIONING SOME DICTIONARY GUY, I'M QUESTIONING YOU!” He curses the heavens in futility. “you can't even be original? You have to take a line from the very movie I am about to describe?” he asks, clueless of what a reference is in his idiocy. “...” He ellipsesies again. “You know what, I will just ignore you and get on with talking about the movie.” he says, ignoring this very line of text. “Anyways, all though it is quite funny, it also has a good moral to it. Though I must warn you, most of the comedy is towards the beginning, it gets more serious as it goes on.”
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“Go home Rarity. You aren't even part of the story.”
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Go home ?0? You're not King Author are you?
He's not even royalty
Not even a Prince, He's a zero!
He's evil!
He must be a queen of some sort!
How ya like them Apples!
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“I'm king of the zeroes!”
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Sweet gods from above... I went off for a day and you two had already brought the others?
"Luna was here too," Spike added, "but then she went to the Mature section... we tried to warn her about it but..."
Please tell me she is okay.
"She cast a sleeping spell on herself. by the amount of magic used I can bet that she will be sleeping for a couple of days" Twilight explained. "Nice to meet you btw Mr. Narrator."
"Ahm..." Fluttershy walked forward sheepishly, "Mr. narrator, we were fighting with that evil creature over there..." she signaled to a piece of data that referenced the user Anynonymous Zer0.
And why is he the bad one here? you are the ones messing around. I just asked for you to come back to your universe. At least you will be safe there. this world is rotten in worst ways than king Sombra's empire.
"Don't worry fellow... human, we will take care of that," interrupted a regal voice, Celestia stepped out from a XHR call, "I found different paths to government's scientific labs. maybe Twilight and I can find a way to materialize our physical form in your universe."
No, nonono, wait, believe me on this, the repercussion of your arrival to thi... are you still- where are they?
"They left a couple of seconds ago," Rarity said while taking care of her mane. Spike was holding a mirror in front of her to help the fashionista endeavor. "I was just making sure I looked good before traveling to another website. You can't imagine the ravishing mess they do to my mane and coat," she explained before finishing her work. "Let's go, my dear Spickey-Wickey, there is a whole new world awaiting us!"
You know what? fine. Go. I don't care anymore...
And with that last sentence, they finally waved her goodbyes. Finally i can write again without-
"
hello Mr, can you tell me what is this place?" Asked a pegasus of a gray coat and yellow mane.
I should have known this would happen...
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“Well... Look on the bright side...” Zero said, pausing for a long moment trying to figure out if there even was a bright side, before realizing something. “At least Discord isn't here...”
“In any case, you check out that movie?”
In the dark of the night, close to 1:30 am with no other source of light than the computer screen, a santa hat wearing Fluttershy scanned the entries for the contest she started last week.
Her eyes sag. Her body's slouched, but she breathes a sigh as she reads the title of the last entry. "Spike Understands Everything, huh? Well this story was submitted late, but I guess giving it a chance couldn't hurt." She promptly clicked the story.
After she finished reading, she blinked repeatedly, and her ears pinned back.
"Oh. Celestia above, what have I done."
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At least you can now rejoice, your conundrum is close to be done.
I hope you had a wonderful Christmas
"Did someone called?" asked celestia as her head prodded from a server call.
Go back to wherever you were! Hush! Hush!
"Have some manners, young creature. I see that my presence is not required. I need to go back anyway, Pinkie looked really excited around those "nuclear" functions..." She pursed her lips in thought for a second before travel back into the website stream of data.
Those mares will be the death of us all...
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“Have you found Stranger than Fiction yet?” Zero asked after checking back into the comments of Spike understands everything. “I'm sure you could find it on Netflix, Hulu, or some other similar place... You can find just about any movie and TV show on places such as those.”
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I put it on my list of movies I haven't watched. a long list being honest. But I would find time to watch it between my work IRL and the fics I'm currently writing.