It was a gloriously sunny day in Ponyville, and everypony was out and about enjoying their time. Lovers flirted, colts and fillies played in the park, businesses were booming, and the whole place was awash with happy and positive feelings. Yes indeed, Ponyville was most certainly a...
"Hey! Can I talk to you for a minute!"
...Ponyville had always been a calm place, full of life and joy, and today was no...
"HEY!!! Don't ignore me! I'm trying to catch your attention down here!"
Much to the surprise of everyone, and not just ponies in this case, there stood a light-brown, and rather annoyed-looking unicorn stallion, right on the outskirts of Ponyville. Apparently, this stallion felt that it was a good idea to try and interrupt the narrator of this story, which is not only incredibly rude but also frustrating and just generally disrupts the flow of everything.
"Ha! You call me rude?! That's a laugh! Anyway, I wanted to talk to you about something."
The stallion stood there for several minutes, awaiting the narrator's response, after which he...
"And stop talking about yourself in the third person! It's weird!"
It appeared as though the now-agitated stallion was not aware that speaking in the third person was something of a vital job requirement for a narrator. This stallion’s seemingly wilful ignorance of matters such as these would surely be something that did not endear him to others around him. As he rolled his eyes at the words he was hearing, despite nopony else around him being able to hear them, he waited patiently for the voice to cease and desist. But narration is a funny thing. Sometimes it can be short, and other times, for the sake of spite for instance, it can go on and on and on and on and...
"ENOUGH!!!"
The narrator let out a sigh as he finally regarded the stallion before him. The stallion cleared his throat a little before addressing the narrator.
"Thank you. Anyway...I was wondering if you were planning on putting me in any stories?"
The narrator, needless to say, was somewhat taken aback by that request, and silence passed between the two. Eventually though, the narrator simply let out a groan, a clear sign of annoyance, before speaking to the stallion once more. He asked the very simple question of why he'd make that request if he was, technically, already IN a story. The one the narrator had, in fact, been telling before he was so rudely interrupted. The stallion shook his head at that.
"Oh please! I'm an original creation by a fan! At most I'd probably get a bit part. Nothing people would take notice of. I mean...you're my creator. Can't you just, I dunno, make me some kind of world-saving hero or something?"
Clearly, this stallion, his name long-forgotten...
"It's Jay."
Right. Well, clearly, Jay was not under the impression that original fan-created characters never managed to get much interest in terms of their stories. The stallion should be grateful that he already has a job instead of badgering certain narrators for something to do.
"Job?! I just stand around as your avatar! Granted, I've only had the position for a few days now, but still, you don't even feed me or anything!"
Sadly, such are the inherent risks of such a line of work. But regardless, what matters most is that...
"Hiya!"
Both the narrator and Jay stood paralyzed by the unexpected arrival of this new voice. High-pitched and energetic, there was only one pony it could have come from. Turning, Jay's eyes widened as he saw that it was none other than Pinkie Pie, Ponyville's resident party expert. The Pink mare smiled eagerly at the stallion, causing him no end of nervousness. But eventually, the mare finally broke the silence.
"I've never seen you in Ponyville before! You new?"
Jay fumbled his words like the clot he was...
"Hey!"
...before finally managing to address the mare.
"Anyway...yes, I am new here. Pleased to meet you, Miss Pie."
The pink mare tilted here head a little.
"Hey...how do you know my name?"
Jay gave a dry chuckle at that.
"Let's just say a...higher authority told me," he responded.
Pinkie raised a hoof to her chin for a moment, looking as if she was pondering something, until an idea came to her, complete with a lightbulb atop her head.
"Ooh! You mean that weird voice that keeps talking in-between you and me?"
As one might expect, this question led to...wait...what?
"Yeah! You! The big creepy voice from nowhere! I've been hearing the whole thing!" she exclaimed.
"So...you hear my creator up there?" Jay asked.
Pinkie snorted.
"Well duh! Sure I do! You didn't think you were the only one, did you?"
Jay stared at the mare intently, seeing no lie on her face. In time, his expression morphed into one of utter joy as he leapt forward, embracing her in a hug.
"Oh, thank you thank you thank you!!! I thought I was going insane there! Oh Pinkie, I could kiss you!"
Pinkie though merely backed away from the stallion, but still kept smiling as she did so.
"Whoa, down boy! Save the kisses for a special somepony!"
After saying that, Pinkie started pondering yet again, until she looked up at the sky, perhaps thinking that was where I, I mean, the narrator, was hiding.
"I think my friend here is unhappy with you right now. So, if you control, well, pretty much everything, why not do something nice for him. Maybe you could get him a marefriend or something?"
"Wait...what?" Jay shouted.
The narrator though, was intrigued. That might be a plan, he thought. So, the narrator got to work, announcing in a big and important-sounding way that, out of nowhere, a pretty-looking mare suddenly appeared right next to Jay and Pinkie. Jay, taking a shocked step backwards form this new arrival, regarded her almost with fear as she began to speak to him in a sultry voice.
"Greeting, handsome stallion. I've just come from far away, and obviously, I need a male to help me cool off a bit."
Jay, unfortunately for the narrator, didn't seem happy with this arrangement.
"Argh! Seriously?! You're going there of all places. Have some class, man! I mean, the story about the pretty mare who wants to bed some guy "just because" has been done to death!"
The narrator, growing increasingly frustrated with his creation's level of defiance against him, instead declared that the mare begone and such. Thus, in a poof of smoke, the mare vanished, as quickly as she had come. Jay, letting out a sigh, turned towards Pinkie.
"Look, Miss, I appreciate you trying to help. But him and me...we're kind of stuck with each other. He doesn't want to use me except as his public face, and as for me...I guess I'm just grateful to be around at all."
Pinkie regarded him carefully for a while before eventually smiling and giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
"I understand."
Jay nodded at that.
"Thanks. It's good to know that you accept this as okay."
But, surprisingly, Pinkie shook her head at that.
"Nope! I mean I understand because he's pretty much writing this story. So it makes sense you'd just roll over and accept your role in life. Everything you say, do, even the fact that you exist at all, is down to him and what he wants of you. You're an idea born from his head, and everything about you will be in accordance with whatever wishes he has for you. So really...you never disagreed with him to begin with, because that's what he wanted you to do in the first place."
As one might expect from that...out-of-nowhere and intelligently worded statement, it had rendered Jay utterly speechless, staring at the mare as if he'd just been told his whole life was a lie. Although, at this point, it technically kinda was. So, the narrator, deciding it was best for things to wrap up at this point, spoke down to Pinkie, telling her that, perhaps, it would be best if she were to go along and try not to break anypony else's brain.
"Okay doki loki!"
Bouncing off, Pinkie was now oblivious to the angry look that crept onto Jay's face. Unfortunately for him though, he didn’t get the chance to speak, as the narrator, who wished to avoid further conflict at all costs, decided that the story should end then and there. Jay was not happy with this arrangement.
"Wait! You can't just en-"
