Twilight Writes Fanfiction

Out of all the seasons, Summer is highly discussed as the most boring of the four. While this is in most cases true, through deep thought and analysis, many prefer it this way. All except Princess Twilight Sparkle, believably the most analytical and practical pony in all of Equestria. Of course, a few decades doesn't help the I-wish-I-didn't-have-wings-so-nobody-can-stop-me-from-jumping-off-this-damn-building-out-of-sheer-mind-numbing-boredom attitude that comes as bonus shipping with being a Princess, along with the wings, and potential horn.

It was only a few months ago. Twilight had recently been put in charge of fourteen organized business operations, from building a pretty-looking museum that will get totally over-hyped and result in a catastrophic disappointment, to stopping the group of edgy teenagers who thought it would be cool if they threw animals into a volcano as a sacrificial gift to the Almighty Honey Badger. Throughout these business trips, Twilight only had two things on her mind: The wonderful vacation she'd have relaxing at the beach and spending time alone with no business to attend to, and the rest of her time arguing that sacrificing Honey Badgers seemed highly unorthodox.

With this in mind, Twilight requested to her mentor, Princess Celestia, if she could spend her summer on a sort of vacation, as her birthday falls within that time period. Princess Celestia had no choice but to agree, as Twilight's continuous spree of sleepless nights and skyrocketing Red Bull sales had visibly shattered her mental spirit, and she grew progressively worse at handling the most casual of situations. For instance, she once got mad at her toothbrush because she claimed it drank all her Red Bull.

So as soon as the summer arrived, Twilight slept. For three and a half days. When she woke up, she found all her Red Bull was missing from her room. Despite the Royal Janitor explaining the ant infestation that came with the countless piles of sugary drinks, Twilight still disposed of her toothbrush. Then she slept for another week.

After that, she woke up, feeling the peppiest of her entire life. She decided maybe she should go out, to a beach, or a carnival, or just do something plain adventurous!

Instead, she stayed in her bedroom, lying halfway off her bed, clicking her tongue against the top of her mouth. She continued this routine for another three hours. It was at this point she realized that her worst nightmare had come to fruition: she was bored.

Twilight knew the Princess would deny her request to go back into work, it was too late. So she sat there. Regretting, for the first time in her life, regretting taking a break from her painstaking job.

She starting missing her old life. She missed her work. She missed her Red Bull. And as much as she was afraid to admit, she missed her toothbrush.

But it was on this moment she happened to glance at her old, dusty computer, sitting in the corner of the room.

The computer was here when Twilight got here. Being recently invented about two decades ago, the computer wasn't very interesting for Twilight. As a matter of fact, it was brand new, but she hadn't touched the thing since her first arrival. She stared at the thing for many dastardly minutes, gazing onto the black monitor of which was completely covered in a blanket of dust. Finally, she slid off of her bed, hitting the ground with a hollow thunk. Twilight groaned, and slowly lifted herself up. Upon arriving at the machine, she brought a chair over and blew at all the dust. It flew into the air, and then into her mouth and eyes. Twilight violently coughed and gagged, while rubbing the dust out of her eyes.

Eventually she was able to defeat the cloud of dust and triumphantly stared at her monitor. But it didn't do anything. She poked it. It did nothing. Scratching her head, Twilight bent down to the computer and pressed a tiny button labeled with a power symbol. A satisfying beep rang out and Twilight leaned back up to the monitor, smiling. After about five seconds, Twilight then growled in slight frustration. She checked everything until she noticed a power button on the monitor. After pressing that button, the screen blinked into life.

It was obvious any machine that required two buttons to turn on was not Twilight's favorite, as she argued with nobody in her head on how unfathomably stupid this design flaw was.

Nevertheless, Twilight was set on achieving this goal; there was nothing else to do, anyway.

Having somewhat some form of prior knowledge to technology of this caliber (Gaming Luna headcanon really helped with that), Twilight knew that in order to move the cursor, you must move the mouse. So she did. And to her surprise, it worked. She moved it to click on the internet browser. To her surprise, it worked.

Anything resulting after that moment is not necessary to the plot and has therefore been cut out.

So after days and days of internet browsing, Twilight decided that she could totally waste her life with this.

And that's exactly what she planned to do.