Anonymous was walking down a lone path with a large rut-sack slung over his shoulder..........................................

(Another Dimension)

".............." A boy of age 17 sat in his computer chair, staring at a white screen. The Url said Fimfiction.net, and he was editing a story... Or at the very least, trying to. He gazed over at Dead-chu, a very old plush doll of pikachu (back when he was obese) with the right eye missing, a stitched left paw, and a lazy right ear. Than he gazed back at the damn screen, reading those same damn words.

"Anonymous was walking down a lone path with a large rut-sack slung over his... Slung? Who the hell uses..." He removed 'slung' from the sentence. "....." Than he typed it back in, gaining no progress. "......." Now, I know what your all thinking. 'Oh my god, the author put himself in the story!' Well... Your half right. Technically I'm in the story, but I'm still on Earth! So I'm in the story... But I'm also not! But yeah, I won't beat around the bush, I'm just gonna go out and say yes, that boy is me... Oh wow! That's so cool! What are you like, man!? Oh? I'm glad you asked mysterious person!

Well, I'm white, skinny, brown hair, green eyes that are slanted (not Asian, dunno why they look like that but I like them), a tinge short for my age (scotch-irish blood, my entire family's short on my dad's side), I was raised by rednecks (they are not racist, and I love them), I'm a snarky little prick, monotone, I wanna be a cartoonist, writer, or an animator when I become a big boy, I'm a gamer, and I live a LOT of fandom lives..... BUT! You guys aren't here to read about my life. No, you bastards want Anon!

Well, Anon can go suck a chode!... Or my ass, whichever comes first...

I'm straight... Okay, maybe a little curious... Kidding, kidding.

But seriously, this is me in all my glory... All of my sad, writer's blocked glory. So many things racing through my subconscious, like 'How do I follow-up literally all of my incomplete stories I'm such a fucking nervous wreck.' or 'Why the fuck did I have to get accepted into a private college, I know it's great news but what if I fuck-up!? Why did I choose an art career, God-dammit somebody ice me and send my Wiccan-ass to- Dammit, I believe in reincarnation!' or even 'Oh my god I don't wanna girlfriend, I don't wanna be shackled in a relationship Madison please break-up with me oh my god I don't wanna break her heart. What the literal hell am I doing I gotta please the brony masses so they don't burn me at the stake like the fucking Salem Witch Trials.'

You know, small things... And through those thoughts, I always wear the same calm, stoic expression. It's normal, right?... Now, I never allowed my thoughts to ever hinder me, I gotta keep my grades high if I'm going into the art career. It doesn't help that I have autism either. Hm? Oh no, it's low functioning. I'm not a mentally disabled loon, in fact I'm quite intelligent for having something that the Internet sees as an insult... Really, it's not even a disability when you look at it from a scientific perspective, we just think differently... Oh, forgive me, I'm ranting again. But really, I see my 'disability' as a gift. It makes me smarter at the cost of being socially awkward and oblivious... It does more than that, but I don't want to bore you.

Anyways, my situation is that I've been... Preoccupied. Trying to balance everything like this is a bit challenging, but nothing I can't handle. However, it HAS, if my hypothesis is correct, drained my creativity. Thus, I am sitting in front of my computer screen, frustrated and distracted. Ah, look at me, one moment I'm saying Anonymous can consume my anus and the next I'm sophisticated and telling you my life story. Oh, sorry, I'm getting off-topic again.

I sat at the chair, different things going through my head and none of them affecting my facial features. "..... I wonder if Gainax will make a second season of Panty and Stocking... God I hope they do." I often talked with myself, call me crazy but I do. Not in public of course, I wasn't stupid. "Freakin' haitus, too... I miss Steven Universe episodes... No, dammit, focus!" I stared at those same damn words.......... "...... Ugh." I slammed my head on the desktop. "Why can't I write...? Why oh why can't I write?" Nothing answered back, not like I expect anyone too...

"Mrow!" My fucking cat scared the shit outta me, sitting on my bed like the little prick he was... Like father like son, I suppose. "Mrow!"

"Hey buddy." I scratched his neck a bit. "How ya doing, fat-ass?"

"Mrow..." He started rubbing against my palm. I knew exactly what he wanted.

"Alright you fat sack of shit, I'll feed ya." I stood up and squeezed through the gap that was from my huge freakin' bed... Scratch that, my huge freakin' bed that I oh so love. Tempur-Pedic mattress and camo-comforter, now that's the fucking pimp-life... Pimp... You know, living in West Virginia you never hear that word... Like, ever... Really weird for some reason, like even typing it feels so strange... Oh, and yes I'm from West Virginia. It's a beautiful place, clean air, blue skies you can actually see, and there is nature EVERYWHERE. Really nice place for a Wiccan like me, but the only problem is the people. Yep, the racist, obese people... They're not all like that, just a portion of them are. Oops, got off topic again!

Well, I fed Alucard (the cat) and went to the fridge. "Hmm..... Eh..." I closed the fridge, finding nothing to sate my hunger. "Mom'll be here soon... Yeah, she'll feed me." I sat on the couch and turned on the T.V. completely forgetting about the computer. It didn't take long for me to consider turning it back off, the only thing on was Teen Titans Go... And Steven Universe wasn't on... I checked Disney but no Star vs. or Gravity Falls, and Nick was showing another goddamn reality T.V. series so that's an automatic no. I passed over Discovery Kids and saw My Little Pony, now that was something I haven't watched in a while. Now I know that I've missed a lot, the last episode I saw was the Starlight Glimmer episode with that stick and her communism society. I thought that maybe that would be the reason I've been in this damn block, but it's not like I can watch it. We switched to Direct T.V. a while ago and lost the channel, and my internet's limit ran out so no videos... "Ugh, booooored..."

"Mrow!" I saw Prince Asshole leave the bathroom with his tail flicking proudly, he ignored me and hopped onto the table where he began drinking from the fish bowl. Now he wasn't interested in the fish, he couldn't give two shits about that thing. But the water it swam in was a different story, my guess is it tasted like fish to him. He never ate the fish, so I didn't care...

"......... Am I... Trying too hard?" I rubbed my chin, contemplating on this theory. "Maybe I just need a distraction..." I looked through the guide again. "Oh yeah, I forgot that they only show shit nowadays..." I looked outside, the weather seemed nice. "Hm... Maybe I'll go for a walk in the woods, clear my head a bit." Yeah, you can do that in West Virginia. But you can also get mauled by a bear or a pack of coyote, so I went to my room and got some weapons. See, I collect swords, and when your parents hunt for fun they don't give a shit about you owning two machetes, some katanas, a cutlass, throwing knives, and a hunting knife. Now the chances of you getting mauled by something are pretty low, the animals knew better than to risk being hunted. Still, never hurt to be prepared. I took a machete for brier patches and the cutlass for self-defense, the machete was tied to my belt and the cutlass had a sheath on my left hip. "Alright, I won't be dying today..." I opened the front door and saw a package at my feet. "..... So they just dropped it off? No signatures I need to sign?" I lifted the box up to get a better look at it. "No address, either... Hmm, I don't like this." I looked to my sides, finding no signs of life. "..... Tch, what is this..." I was prone to paranoia, if something didn't add up than I was on full-alert. I unsheathed my cutlass and used it to cut the cardboard open, looking inside I find...

A hand mirror...

"Just a mirror?" I turn it over, it was blank. "Well it's not Lapis Lazuli's mirror... Never even ordered a damn mirror." I turned it over again, seeing my reflection. "Hmm..... Maybe mom ordered it?" I was pushed, and I fell face-first into the box. I went through the mirror, then everything went dark...

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"Look, that's all I know, okay?"

Voices...

"So he just popped out of your mirror?"

"(Where the fuck... Who the fuck...)" I opened my eyes, my vision was blurry but it slowly corrected itself. I stared-up at a ceiling...

This wasn't my ceiling.

"Look Aria, I don't know why, let alone how a kid just burst out of my mirror. I just know he hit me in the face when he did." A voice said.

I reached for my sword, but it was missing. The scabbard was there, but the blade...

"Oh look, Tiny's awake." My sword was pointed at my head, the holder... Aria Blaze? "Looking for something?" I grabbed her ankle and pulled, tripping her and making her drop my cutlass. "Ack- Fucker!" I grabbed my blade and pinned Aria, until Sonata, whom I hadn't noticed, dunked my head with a bucket and pushed me off. Than I was pinned by Aria's blue savior.

"I got 'em!"

"Sonata! His arms!" She failed to hold my arms down, so I grabbed her arm and bit down as hard as I could. She cried in pain and I threw her off of me, racing toward my sword. I was, sadly, tackled by Adagio and wrangled into submission. Quite literally, too. She tied my arms and legs together with duct tape. "There... Little brat." Adagio wiped the sweat from her brow. "You're quite the hand-full, aren't you?"

"I don't know where I am, or what you want from me. But I will never fall to you, Siren!"

Adagio raised a brow. "Siren?..... Boy, how do you know about Sirens?" She crouched, meeting me at eye level. "Another question, how did you know that we're Sirens?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." I answered with a snarky tone.

Adagio smiled. "Sassy, aren't we?" She stood back up. "Aria, why don't you ask him?"

I stared Aria dead in the eyes. "You come near me, I bite your fucking ear off. And I gotta crowned tooth you fairy-blooded bitch, see what happens when iron tears through your skin."

She was taken aback, but still held her angry expression. She looked away from me. "Tch, he's your problem, Dagi."

"..... Sonata?" Adagio asked, but Sonata was tending to the bite-marks on her arm, along with trying to stop the blood from escaping the wound. "Ooh... Ouch. Fine, Aria go get the med-kit."

"Whatever." She went to another room.

"And you." She stared down at me. "I don't like kids, never have. So don't make this any more difficult than you're making it for me."

"I'm fucking seventeen you bitch, at least treat me like my balls have dropped." I said in annoyance. She slapped me right in the face. "Ow!... Heh, struck a nerve?"

"Ugh, you're so infuriating!" She shouted. "If it weren't for the fact I have NO clue where you came from I'd have killed you myself!"

"I'll be honest with ya, Adagio. In a way, I created you..." I hinted.

"Created...? What do you mean by that, and how do you know my name!?"

"Well, he already told ya, Dazzle!" Sheogorath jumped out of the small hand mirror, he was toy-sized when he jumped out. "That wee tyke created this wonky universe, and the pony universe!"

"Sheogorath the Mad!?" I shouted in surprise.

"The one and only, Tiny!" He answered, growing to his full size.

"You know this nut-job, kid?" Adagio asked.

"My race created him!" I answered. "He's the Daedric God of madness in a video game!"

"I give ya half-credit, Tiny." He said. "Your race created me, but you specifically created me. You birthed me in your little 'fanfiction', and I have some business."

"So wait..." Sonata said, looking very confused. "The kid... Created us?"

"Yes." He answered. "The kid created all of us."

"So... Is he god!?"

"..... Technically, yes." He answered again.

This alone blew Sonata's frail little brain. "Wooow....."

"Hey assholes, I brought the..." Aria noticed Sonata's mind-blown face. "... Why's Sonata look like she got shot with a tranque-dart?"

Sonata pointed at me. "That's god!"

"God?" She questioned. "I think your delusional from the iron poisoning and slowly killing you."

"No, she's not delusional." Adagio assured. "This kid is indeed 'God'."

"Huh... Kay." She placed the medical kit next to Sonata. "So why's he here?"

"Well, he's our guest!" Sheogorath said. "And, he's your ticket to Equestria."

"How am I gonna make that happen when I don't have my computer?" I asked.

Sheogorath showed me his golden cane. "Know what this is, Tiny?"

It took me a moment, but I immediately recognized the cane wasn't a cane, it was a staff."..... The Wabbajack..."

He pointed the Wabbajack at Sonata, a red bolt of magic struck her. "Woah... I feel funny..." She started trembling in place. "W-woah! What happeniiiing!?"

'pop!'

......... Sonata layed an egg... A very large egg, about the size of a small child. As soon as the white shell popped out of her rear, she stopped trembling and looked down. "Am I... Am I a mommy?" She got off of the oversized egg, sharing as much confusion as her sisters did. Sheogorath busted the egg open, and pulled out a laptop from within the broken shell. He placed it in front of me, but with my hands bound by tape I couldn't even open it.

"Get to work, Tiny." The tape binding my hands turned brittle, and then fell apart. "You may be God, but that doesn't mean your protected. You'll start writing, even if I have to make you."

"..... Fine." I answered. "I'll write..."

"Good! Now, I don't need you as of right now, Tiny. But I'll need ya soon enough, so just keep the story going! Ta-Ta!" He vanished into a purple void.

"..... Well, at least I don't have to worry about college." I said, attempting to lighten the mood.

Of course, Adagio had to stomp my mood into dust. "You're sleeping on the floor, kid. And I'm being generous when I say that."

"Am I getting fed?"

"Only if you behave." She walked off, my sword and machete in hand. "And I'm keeping these, that way you don't get any ideas."

"Ugh..." I layed down. "Why do bad things happen to good people?"

I saw Sonata carefully approach my computer out of the corner of my eye, she did the numbers in her head and typed something on my new computer, shortly after a taco appeared out of thin air and landed in her awaiting hands. "Yay! Magic taco maker!"

"Did Aria suck the poison out of your system yet?" I asked in a deadpan.

I recieved my answer in the form of Sonata's blue face slowly turning orange. "Ooooh, pretty colors..." She landed on top of me, out like a busted light-bulb, smearing condiments and seasonings on my glasses (Yes, I wear glasses) and staining my Peridot (Steven Universe character) shirt with taco meat. I don't even like tacos, I hate spicy stuff and vegetables!

Oh, and just in case you still don't get it, Sirens are classed as a type of fairy. Iron and steel are poisonous to fairies, so Sonata may die if somebody doesn't help her...

Welp, guess who has to suck the poison out of her wound? "Goddammit... Again, why do bad things happen to good people?"

(Equestria)

Anonymous felt a shiver run up his spine. "Woah... That was weird..." He looked around. "What the hell am I even doing here?" He just stood still for a moment, then he shrugged it off and headed home. "What's in this bag, anyway?" He opened it up and found a chicken leg. "Oh yeah, I bought some meat from that griffon... Good meat, too." He put it back in the bag. "I'll save some for Shizuki, she'll want some... Probably."

"(Saving some of your meat for Shizuki?)" Nightmare questioned in a suggestive tone.

"(Shut-it.)" Anon thought back.

Author's Note

I am not being held hostage by the God of Madness. I am not being forced to type the story for said God. I am perfectly fine, sitting at my living quarters and enjoying being free. Please do not send help, for it is not needed. I repeat, everything is normal, I will continue this series as I wanted it to. Again, please do not send help. GODDAMMIT, HELP ME! I'M BEING HELD HOSTAGE BY THREE FORMER SIRENS AND A MAD KING, SOMEBODY SEND HE-!

(Story's still gonna be slow as hell, sorry...)