WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I DONE
Once upon a merry time, there lived a Changeling named #4,330,715, otherwise known as #0715. He lived a reasonably happy life in Canterlot, and knew a mare named Arctic Flash. At least, he was reasonably certain that she was a mare. He was never quite sure on that.
Anyhoo, one day all was fine and dandy and shit when out of fucking nowhere came a humen into #0715's living room. The changeling was surprised; after all, humens were from little foals' shows. They weren't real, and generally didn't come barging into your living room for no reason. What surprised #0715 more, though, was when the humen spoke. Its voice was as beautiful as that of William Shatner, and it only needed to say a few words:
"Dude should totally fuck my friend and his OC."
The Changeling agreed, and so the bug... horse... thing and his apparent creator walked over to Arctic Flash's apartment. Along the way, #0715 became curious, and asked the humen's name. "I have many names," it responded. "In some places, I am known as [DATA EXPUNGED BCUZ MY NAME]. In others, I am known as the Dark Lord Snuffles. On one particular subreddit, however, I am known as #4,330,715. tl;dr, I fuckin' made you, brah."
0715 became worried at this. "Does this mean that I'm just a shitty OC from a little girls' show?" When the humen answered in the affirmative, the changeling had an existential crisis. After all, it wasn't every day that one found out they were the shitty creation of some 16-year old fuck obsessed with changelings, and it was even rarer to find out that your creator hated you. Unfortunately, this was the case. Snuffles had a severe dislike of #0715, mostly because he was a Changeling.
Oh, and then they met Arctic Flash and (his? her?) creator, and they, like, totally fucked. Yeah.
