Aforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished Stories

The sound of nature resounded heavily throughout the woods. Little crickets chirping, birds singing, and the sun glowing up high in to the sky. Twilight was sitting on a bench looking at a pond, she felt like drowning herself. What a twist, she would think to herself for the story to become interesting. She knew that there was someone watching, reading little alphabets on a screen. She knew that she is a cartoon character in a little girls show. It's weird to come to terms with that type of realization. Was she going mad or something? Where was the proof that such a thing is really happening.

Staring in to the pond, her reflection stared back at her. Her eyes lined with black from all the lack of sleep she was getting. It all made sense, no wonder she had no genitalia and did episodic things. No wonder she never did anything remotely adult. She never masturbates, she never tries to get with stallions, and no pony ever gets a gruesome death. Not once in Ponyville has there been a murder or a suicide of any kind. It seems all a bit too fake. How was she supposed to have babies if she had no hole to push it out? This reality made no sense.

Twilight scraped the dirt on the ground, the feeling of the sticky and cold mass against her hoof felt logical and not tampered. It felt too real to be anything remotely what she was thinking, but in some odd way, her hypothesis made sense. She didn't know what to do at this point, the weight of the information affected her mentally. Stress built up from this break against every instinctive fact, and no matter how much she thought, it would only get worse.