My Amazing Fanfiction That is Actually Awful

“Oh, My Hooves!” said Rarity as she sat up in bed.

She just woke up. She had a terrible dream. It was terrible. Pinkie and Spike and the humans… yeah humans. Those terrible things. Wear did they come from?

She turned to run and tell everpony her dream when she saw herself in the mirror. She began to brush her main, and took some selfies. She ran and made some coffee. The dream could wait for those dress patterns that where just begging to be made.

Last night’s events slipped quietly away. Forgotten. The mystery of the universe and what lay in it. So close, but lost none the less. Never to be repeated with the only question left. Was it just a dream?

Just a dream.

Bacon.