Twilight Writes Fanfiction

It's been an eventful few weeks for Twilight. The one thing she's been doing for a decade or so was free from her, she discovered the internet, and the many atrocities that came with it. For better or for worse, she learned to navigate it without the constant urge to drink a gallon of bleach ringing in her head every second. With this survival knowledge, she treated it well, and even thought it to be entertaining at many points.

However, Twilight still couldn't seem to get the satisfaction she needed. Was it because she's been staring at the same cat videos for three days straight in a dark room save a bright monitor filling the eyes of the willing? Or is it because she hasn't watched enough cat videos?

No, Twilight knew exactly what was missing. It's one thing to watch a Pop-tart cat fart rainbows, it's another to MAKE a Pop-tart cat fart rainbows. Of all the things Twilight felt she couldn't do on the series of tubes that is the internet, the one thing she felt she was powerless at was contribution. The want to fit in with the crowd, the want to be known, the want to do something rather than nothing.

And she was at a loss.

What could she do? Twilight didn't have a camera, nor was she willing enough to leave her seat to fetch one. She had no faith in video games, they were just ways to distract one from the real problem that is life and its cruel chains of torment and everlasting imprisonment. Out of the many different ways Twilight could contribute to the vast population of those who browse the internet, Twilight couldn't find one thing she was somewhat experienced at, nothing to show off, absolutely nothing...

And then Twilight found fanfiction.

Fanfiction was fairly simple: over time, individuals become a devoted fan of some form of pop culture (Television show, video game, etc., etc.) and want to voice their ideas and opinions on the subject, or they just want to write out their headcanon and claim it to be legitimate. The more Twilight searched, the more she found. Including a particular website whose name will be redacted in order to fit the criteria of submittable stories on said website.

Twilight noted with concern that she was nowhere near as shocked as expected to the fact that there was an entire website dedicated to writing sappy second-person love stories and the terrible original character algorithm of I'm-the-god-of-the-universe-now-have-my-babies revolving all around her general lifestyle.

She blinked once. Then again.

Yet for some reason, she didn't find it at all surprising. It was fiction, after all.

In the end, she shrugged and continued on the exploration of this uncharted territory.

And explore she did.

The first thing Twilight wanted to read was something good. So, of course, searching stories in the 'Romance' section, making 'OC' as the mainest of characters, and putting the rating to 'Mature' was the best idea.

She liked what she saw.

Heroic acts of bravery, resulting in a committed relationship with a canon pony, led by an almighty black and red alicorn who controls the power of the multiverse (and is over nine-thousand times stronger than the Princesses combined) was an idea that just got Twilight really going.

What she didn't understand was the hate they were receiving.

Of the many she read, everyone claimed that their character was some guy named 'Gary Stu' when their name in the story was obviously 'Shadow Vortex.' Twilight thought the ability to have amazing powers like Shadow Vortex was, in short, badass.

So, the obvious course of action is to find out what the readers enjoy.

After hours of searching for the little 'statistics' button at the bottom of the page, Twilight discovered one of the most highly 'favorite-ed' story on the website. Hilariously enough, it was a story about a very young Rainbow Dash being discovered by a 'human' (whatever that was). Over time, as she got older, the human was having fatherly problems and felt it completely necessary to keep the technicolor pony away from the outside world because "The government will take her away!" When they'd actually compliment on how good of a cosplay it is, throw their half drank beer in the trash, or both.

Twilight didn't enjoy it, that's for sure. Rather than enjoying it for what it was, she looked at the story at a logical standpoint and found many loopholes. Including (but not limited to): "How would he be able to get the money from his dead-end job?" Or, "How does nobody notice when she flies around the park and stuff?"

So, Twilight looked at her options.

Either go down her own path of her original character's righteous power, or give the masses what they want and create a sappy, illogical story about edgy characters and their little grey ball that they call 'home.'

In the end, Twilight said "Screw it," and decided to go down the former path.