"Wait, do the... what do you mean—wait—where—is this—no... no! This is the description! You're actually serious?! Uh, describe the story, describe the story. Hey! Isn't this your job?!"

<No. Not anymore. First person narration, right?>

"Ugh! I'm such a lazy ass! The description?! You're making me do the description?! I don't believe—"

<Stop. You're wasting space right now. So think or say something constructive. You know the—>

"Yeah, yeah, I know the drill. I can't believe this... doing your job for you...

So! Apparently, I've been yanked from Earth by some cosmic... entity... thing... that's supposedly a great threat. In the middle of getting dimensionally yanked from my home, the universe... or something... was able to step in and knock me somewhere else, instead of being consumed. That somewhere else happens to be Equestria.

Then it turns out that that's just a giant excuse plot for me to send myself into Equestria! Because God, or Celestia considering the circumstances, knows how long I've procrast—

<Really? Okay, you know what—back to the narrative for you.>

"—Wait, wh—"