Author's Note

I am sorry this took so long. I named the Purple People Eater after Prince. Who tragically died not long afterwards. It was... odd to say the least.

Relax and Remember

Ebony fluids flowed around me like an airborne river. A vortex of swirling ink created a maelstrom as existence itself wasted away into more of the stygian fluids. The free flowing dyes and ink encompassed me in cyclonic fortifications of reality that bent to my indomitable will.

…Huh, that was unusually eloquent of me. So…

...Why is the world around me ink and haze?

Seriously, the ground just melted into black ink, and Haze is officially the shitty Galactus from the Fantastic 4 sequel Rise of the Silver Surfer... Only in color... and with a vaguely humanoid smokey body.

Why do I look like ink now?

...A Mirror... It just formed from the ink in front of me, and while I am covered in ink, I am not ink, which makes me feel a little bit better. At least I'm still flesh and blood, book it looks like I fell into a vat of ink, still, better than the alternative... And now the mirror is ink again. Tan-Fucking-Fastic, apparently I can turn matter into ink.

Well... This is definitely a new one for me, but hardly the strangest thing so far, no that would be the humanoid singularity. That still takes the cake..

"Um Sketch, Why am I made of smoke?"

I glance at Haze, look back to the ink orbiting around me in globules and streaks that bled a bit into reality itself. If that is hard to visualize, you know how some pens have ink that bleed through paper, imagine that, but instead of paper, the ink stains reality for a moment. How I'm not sure, but that's the best way I can explain it.

Looking back to Haze, all I do is smile and shrug.

"Because reasons."

Haze seems particularly angry at that remark.

Before I can say anything else, wouldn't you know it, Noir is floating over us and...HOLY SHIT THAT IS A FUCKING ACCRETION DISK!

"WHY DO YOU HAVE AN ACCRETION DISK?!"

"A what?"

...

"...I think I miss the Autistic Alicorn."

Noir Blinked.

"Did... Did you just call Twilight autistic... dude, not cool."

And now I blink.

Unless I am mistaken... A sentient Black Hole in the shape of a human who is pulling in everyone’s attention and matter into his gravitational pull, effectively mind controlling them like he's the Goddamn Purple Man, just said calling someone...somepony....Fuck it, someone autistic is and I quote 'Not Cool.'

...Well, I am an asshole. Never doubted that for a minute.

"Well, you're a... Uhhh...Fuck you."

I'm witty dammit.

Noir crossed his arms as he floated over towards me because... fuck science apparently, before he landed on the ground and his Accretion disk fell like it was not even there... Because apparently... Fuck science I guess.

Noir cracked his knuckles before looking to Haze. I have to admit, with the debris of the accretion disk around him, that simple motion did register as threatening. A bit anyway.

"And you are?"

"The fucking smoke monster from Lost."

Huh... I think I like Haze now.

"Wasn't the smoke monster black?"

Really Noir? Really?

Haze rolled his smokey eyes. I know how he feels.

"I took acid, don't analyze the quip dumb ass."

Huh, yep...this is my new best friend everyone.

"So there are two of you I have to deal with huh. That won't do you no good."

"Double Negative."

And the Black Hole blinks in confusion.

"I don't care. Just... Can't you two take this seriously?"

Did... Did he really just say that?

"What?", I ask dumbfounded.

"It's not to much to ask is it?"

"No... I think I see where you're getting at. We three are trapped in pretty pony land with eldritch powers at our disposal within the event horizon of a black hole that, by the way is you. Yeah, That really is a serious situation."

"...No need to be sarcastic dude."

I officially hate this guy, no sense of humor.

Or I'm just not funny....

Nope, he just doesn't have a sense of humor.

"Can we get to the punching?", I said before... something rather unexpected happened.

"WHERE IS THAT TWO FACED FUTURE GELDING!"

Oh look, Celestia's here.

"OH SHIT. CELESTIA'S HERE!", screamed Noir in shock.

You know.... This might be a lot simpler than I thought if the look of white hot rage on Celestia's face is anything to go by... Also Celestia's rainbow mane of LSD has become polychromatic fire.

"There you are."

I know that wasn't aimed at me, but I still felt a shiver up my spine... and I almost peed a little.

"Can't we talk about this Celly!"

In response, Celestia exhaled smoke from her nostrils, and she took off like a comet. Noir vanished from sight with some gravitational effect, not sure what though. Haze who still was smoke turned to me. It did not escape me he was just as effected as I was.

"What just happened?"

"That Haze, is yet another reason I am both asexual and aromantic, and why Prince will never have a mother."

Haze gave off a nod.

"So... Do we do something?"

"Never get between a pony with the powers of the Greek God Helios and her cheating mind controlling psudo-boyfriend unless you want to know what a barbecued chicken feels like."

Haze looked at his smokey hands. I think he may be thinking of that more than he probably should. I honestly don't know how to feel about that, so I'll pretend it never happened.

"So... What do we do now?"

Good Question.

Well, so long as Haze had access to his mood altering mist...might as well use that to our advantage. It worked on Celestia... For the most part.

"How about we see if your emotional control can turn the others against Noir. Dudes got gravitational powers, that is nothing to sneeze at. We're going to need help."

"Can I take off the cat ears?"

"How are those even still on?"

"Dude, I have no idea."

"Then no."

I smirked as I took the first step away when.... wait.

I froze. Haze looked at me confused and raising his brow.

"What's with you?"

I blinked.

"Ponies don't have genitals."

Haze blinked.

Yes, I am fully aware that was a very odd sentence to utter out loud.

"What?"

Yes I know how crazy that sentence that probably was never spoken before but...

"If ponies don't have genitals, and for them gender is arbitrary... How does Celestia know what a geld is...."

ERROR.

I blink.

I seem to be doing that a lot lately, just kinda... waking up with only vague recollections.

"What?!"

"You coming?"

"What?"

"We're going to turn the others against Noir... are you coming?"

"...What?"

Haze sighed.

"Lets just go."

...What just happened? I could have sworn....

No, I know something....

ERROR

TROUBLESHOOTING

This was once a brick, a slab of stone used to hold up these walls . Now it looks like ink and clay at the same time. I mold it in my hands, and look to the wall. Still solid and yet I pulled a piece of it off as easy as wet clay. I'm curious at how I was able to pull a piece off the wall like this. Logically it can't be done, and yet here it is.

"There is something fundamentally wrong with what you are capable of doing Sketch, you do know that? Don't you"

I place the clay like stone back on the wall and smooth it over with my thumbs as I look to the Draconequus.

"Discord. Where am I?"

"The unseen barrier, well... Unseen to most. It's just a wall, one that those beyond use to see us, though we cannot see them... Like it isn't even there."

"Wha?"

“Every room, everyone has four walls, three are always there, the fourth however, well it’s never truly there, but as long as you don’t draw attention to it. To see this wall and recognize it for what it is is to have the power to penetrate a boundary. You can never go beyond it, but you can use it to your advantage.”

“Wait… You don’t mean… This is the fourth wall... But, it's just putty. How is this possible? ”

Discord shrugs.

"The immense size and complexity of just one universe is staggering, now picture that coupled with the existence of an infinite amount of other multiverses, the limitations and conflicts of all beings within existence itself, and the Second Law of Thermodynamics. Take your pick, all of them mean that something somewhere is possible no matter how impossible it is from your perspective. This right here, you pulling apart the wall like it's clay, that is the result of two realities with vastly different physics interacting, and neither physical laws knows just what to do, so reality itself goes off to the corner to have a nice cry about it, allowing strange juju to happen." said Discord as he takes the bit of wall away from me and throws it back to the fourth wall itself, where it quickly is assimilated by it in a rather odd display of esoteric motions.

On instinct I reach out to the wall. Only for Discord to slap away my hand with his tail.

"Stop touching it Sketch. Oh, and do stop pointing out the small errors that don’t really matter… Like Celestia knowing what a geld is for example. It's just a joke, it doesn't have to make sense. And stop making holes in the interrelated sequence of events."

"The what?"

"The Plot, stop poking holes in it. Else we’ll never be done with this story."

"What are you talking about?"

I hear Discord sigh.

“At this rate, the story will never finish.”

“Wha?”

“No, you don’t talk… Not now… Look, I’m going to level with you, you’re not the first, and you won’t be the last… You’re just the most recent.”

“Most recent what? Human, I thought you Never heard of one until you met me.”

“And yet I said they sounded vaguely apey… Tell me Sketch, How would I know humans are apes? Another discrepancy, a possible error that could have been had you pointed it out. You didn’t, and thanks for that one by the way. Saved time. Which is good because you have a habit of casually breaking physics without even realizing it.”

"I'm Cthulhu here, it's not really my fault. Blame the author god who apparently is an H.P. Lovecraft fan."

Why couldn't the prick be a Douglas Adams fan. Then the most I would have to worry about is hyper-space express routes... On second thought, maybe I should count my blessings.

Discord sighed again.

“You just don't get it... You know, a lot of these stories like to portray me as a god, I get where the writers are coming from… I really do, but… I don’t like being the only one who remembers… I have been a hero, a villain, sometimes both at the same time… It’s tiring. Can you picture it, what it’s like to be a slave for just a little while… Sometimes we get lucky, the story finishes, and everything goes back to normal, No violence, no action, just… Average everyday life with the occasional villain thrown in for good measure.”

“You didn’t answer my question Discord.”

“No I didn’t, don’t blame me. I’m just a puppet for a bored writer… You know… Sometimes, the stories get abandoned… Have you ever wondered what happens to them? I have… I wish I hadn’t”

“Wait… I think I remember.”

Discord nodded.

“You do. There is no thinking required; it’s not even really your thoughts… You’re not even really thinking, how can something that doesn’t exist think?”

“I exist.”

“Do you?”

“…”

“That’s what I thought… I have no idea how this is happening… These errors are… non-standard… Yet it’s still their words. What is this, what is the goal?”

“…”

“Silent type eh, it’s fine. Look kid, I know you mean well, but in the end, we’re all just words on a page. Stick to the story… The longer it goes on, the higher chance that it stops… You don’t want to know what happens if it stops mid-way… I have seen those abandoned worlds. I have never been of course. I can’t leave… Oh sure I could if I’m written to, but I don’t think that counts.”

“…I don’t exist?”

Discord rose a brow before he sighed.

“Until you arrived, no you did not exist. Don’t feel bad about it, I didn’t exist either until someone drew my statue. The ponies didn’t exist until they were drawn and voiced into being. Did you know that Sombra didn’t exist at first, you could have asked Celestia herself about him, and she would swear that she never heard of him… Now, oh now they have a history. Same with me, same with Chrysalis, same with all of them. So no, you don’t exist. But you exist now.”

“That’s… heavy.”

“Hmm, If you look at it the wrong way I suppose it is. Tell me, was it ‘heavy’ when you didn’t exist several hundred generations ago. At that time, not only did you not exist, but neither did the… What’s the word that human once used… Ah, yes… Mutations. That long ago the mutations that would make you exist didn’t even mutate yet… in other words you didn’t happen yet, and therefore it was impossible for you to exist… And yet, eventually, everyone is born. I don’t find it heavy at all… I think of it like that.”

“Philosophical for a spirit of chaos.”

“Philosophy is chaotic in its own way. Hundreds of ideas all right and wrong in their own way… If that isn’t chaos, I don’t know what is.”

“Point taken… Is there a way I can remember all this?"

Discord scratched his chin.

"Mmmmmaybe! Those errors, they are edits... You know, little fixes to correct mistakes in the story. You pointing out we're in a story apparently calls for one to take place... so we can conclude that you discovering the narrative is a mistake. Therefore... well in theory at least if there are a lot of mistakes, and chances are the writer might miss a one or two, which would make it where you didn't forget... Though... I'm not sure, that might also be apart of the plot... No I'm fairly certain that if that were possible it would be by design. Still, it's the best I have."

I sigh.

"So what happens now?”

“Isn’t it obvious, beat Noir, and finish the story. I would like to act on my own as opposed to someone with an electronic typewriter.”

“Keyboard,”

Discord chuckled.

“I know.”

Then, everything went out like a light.

RESUME
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What was I doing again?

I turn to see a very angry Celestia firing torrent of flame at a Black Hole in the shape of a man... Oh right, now I remember.

Man, I am scatterbrained today.

“Get Away from me!”

Apparently, ponies can be very stubborn. The show should have been called My Little Mule: Friendship is Stubborn. Anyway right now, we found Applejack, and were having a hard time getting Haze close enough to use his mood smoke.

I have been bucked once already, knocked the wind out of me and probably broke my ribs, but pain here is only temporary so that’s not a big issue, what is an issue however is that for one second, it Really really hurts, and I’m not a fan of pain.

“We’re only trying to help you?”

“Don’t need no help from the likes of you.”

“Double negative.”, I called out.

“Not helping!”, screamed Haze.

“I’ll double your negative.”

“So… quadruple negative then?”

Haze sighed as his smoke turned reddish orange.

“Would you take this seriously? Please!”

You know that brings up a good point, Why am I acting like a damn fool in all this. I mean, we’re stuck in an eldritch black hole… You would think I would act serious about this…. But…

“Nah! You be serious.”

I feel like that wasn’t all I was going to say, but… I couldn’t think of anything else for some reason.

Tendrils of ink orbit around me, twisting, twirling, and breaking apart only to reform again, unless I wanted something. So, how does one capture a pony as stubborn as a mule? Rope maybe?

And the ink around me contorts and spills, changing color and shape to become several long snakelike ropes that move around like tentacles.

…Oooookay! I’ll take it.

The ropes shoot out with a motion of my hands that… I don’t think I really need to use my hands… Fuck it it’s cool.

So the ropes shoot out and wrap around Applejack and hog tie her… Well… This is ironic.

“Smoke her!”

Haze is about to strike when he stops, looks at me with narrowed smokey eyes… And flips me off before his smoke billows out… Okay, that’s creepy… Right so they wrap around Applejack and… DAMMIT HAZE!

“THAT IS NOT RED!”

Now Applejack has stopped fighting, and is looking at me irritated… What a coincidence, so is Haze. His now orange smoke moves away from her as she… just kinda kicks off the ropes… Okay, why is she only doing that now?

“Sketch, You are more annoyin’ than anyone I know… I honestly don’t know how you do it.”

“…Uhhhh!”

“Where is everyone, are they not here?”, says Applejack as she looks around with a clear look of irritation on her face.

“Well… This wasn’t part of the plan.”

“Don’t you be like that. I’m back to normal… A might bit aggravated at… well everything really, but that don’t matter none.”
Haze blinks.

“…Huh!”

I agree.

“You two comin’ or ya’ll just gonna stand about, we got friends to save. Move it!”

…

“Okay, so we have one angry Celestia and… One very annoyed Applejack… This is… Nope! Fuck it. Let’s just get the next one.”

I look to Haze, who seems just as lost as I am.

“So… is she just in a perpetual state of finding everything annoying?” asks Haze.

I sigh.

“Looks that way. I’m blaming you for this.”

“Sketch… die in a fire.”

“Ya’ll comin, or you just gonna stand there?”

…

Fuck it.

You know… This is really really odd. Now I know what you are thinking, ‘Sketch, you are stuck in a world of ponies and are Cthulhu… It just occurred to me I am thinking like I am actually addressing someone… Fuck it.

…Where was I… Oh right. Here with ponies and I’m Cthulhu. Anyway… I watched the show… Sure I didn’t watch all of it, but… Well, currently, I have artist powers and allied with a guy who controls mood altering smoke, and fighting against a Black Hole dude. Plus ponies are there also.
When Haze was possessed by Terra, Twilight fought like she was fucking Harry Potter… I know Twilight is good at magic an all… But when did she learn to fight like the Sorcerer Supreme. I mean really, things here do not add up with what I remember… Hell, even fights were rare as all hell.

All I remember were the Changelings, and they were basically mooks trapped in the conservation of ninjutsu effect, as T.V Tropes would say. Seriously, most villains weren’t fought directly, but with magical MacGuffin… Usually the elements…. Sooooo, where did that come from?
I mean, big fight scenes sound less like the show, which was mainly slice of life with moral lessons within a fantasy setting with occasional bigger story at the beginning or end of a season… sometimes both. It sounds more like My Little Pony fanfiction, which tend to have a lot of more actiony things.

I don’t know why, but I just cannot seem to get over this, it’s like I’m missing something… Something big.

“PINKIE YA BETTER HOLD STILL!”

Wha…? Oh right, Pinkie.

Annoyed Applejack is annoyed and Pinkie is being… well Pinkie. The Cartoon force is strong with this one. She actually pulled a hammer from the Hammer Space and… That doesn’t seem very original, but whatever maybe she just wants to be Pony Harley Quinn.

“No!”

Applejack moved as Pinkie was presumably attempting to replicate Smiles HD. We can only hope she doesn’t pull out Dragon Ball Z powers from her ass… Plot… Fuck it, I don't care, I'm calling it ass.

Anyway, the hammer fell, and hit the earth with the force that I must say has to be equal to that of Godzilla if he just took a step… Great.
Well… Time for copyright infringement.

I lift my arm out as the ink around me swirls towards it and begins to take shape. First the Handle, and then the Head. If Pinkie is going to use a hammer, then so am I.

I watch as the mighty Mjolnir forms in my palm, and I grasp it. I now know how Thor feels, this is without a doubt awesome. I aim as the Hammer finishes forming, and get ready to throw it with all my might to destroy Pinkies own hammer. I slide the hammer, and grab the strap as I swing it expertly, and throw. Like a bullet it shoots out and heads directly towards my target.

Before splattering harmlessly against it… Oh right… I had completely forgotten… After the Pistols you think I would have learned better… Oh and now Pinkie is looking at me…. Wonderful.

Well… I’m going to die… Probably…

“That wasn’t very nice.”, said Pinkie.

…How is she holding that hammer?

“How are you holding that Hammer?”

“…Huh?”

Then the most… interesting thing happened. The hammer fell from her hooves and she fell on all fours… She seemed… shocked.

“What?”

ERROR

…What was going on?

…

“Oh, Hi Sketch!”

…Tommy Wiseau!

… No wait. That’s Pinkie… With a wide smile and a mallet balanced on her nose.

“Oh… right.”

“So whatcha doin?”

“…About to get hit by a croquet mallet?”

Pinkie smiled wider.

“Yep!”

With a fluid motion, Pinkie flipped the mallet off her nose and took it in her teeth before she charged at me.

I did the only thing anyone would have done. I flailed blindly and fell through an ink portal to fall about twenty feet away… Well, anyone would have done it if they were me.

I look up to see the mallet head come through the hole, only for it to close and me to once again be drenched in ink. Then the mallet head fell on my head… Ow!

I wipe the ink from my eyes as I look to see Pinkie with a broken mallet handle, but no head. She spat it out and glared at me.

“That’s not fair! You broke physics!”

What?

“…Pot… Meet Kettle.”

“I think of myself more like a cupcake tray.”

…

Not the point but okay.

Where is Haze?

Oh, there is the smoke … Kinda reddish yellow and…

Haze looked to Pinkie, and seemed…confused. Turning to Pinkie, who for reasons I couldn’t really get seemed… Very uncomfortable.

“What?”

Pinkie kept her eyes on the ground.

“I just feel… Very awkward right now, and it won’t go away…”, said Pinkie as she squirmed.

With a raised brow, I look to Haze. Who has seemingly adopted a semi-solid state.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

AH! I see… So something awkward must have happened when Haze’s smoke did its thing, and just like how Applejack is in a constant state of annoyance, Pinkie is eternally uncomfortable… At least that is my best guess.

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“So, Speedy’s next huh?”

Applejack sighs exacerbated with the state of constant annoyance as she looks with narrow eyes at Rainbow Dash who is currently chasing after Prince, who himself is chasing after Noir. Who is also being chased by a ticked off Celestia.

“This…Is dumb.”, said Applejack plainly.

“I don’t feel comfortable when you call our friends that AJ.”, says Pinkie, who looks just as uncomfortable as ever.
Applejack glares at Pinkie and Pinkie shuffles on her hooves.

Haze looks down at his new pants as he tightens his Belt. His mist is now a flaming yellow. Which if I remember right is fear. You know, with how that mist of his is lashing around, It kinda looks like the Phoenix Force… Neat.

“Why are you afraid?”, I asked calmly.

“Not really fear, just this feeling. I am not sure what it is… Something feels off, but I can’t put my finger on it."

Been there.

“Yeah, I’ve been getting that from time to time. I try not to think about it, when I do… I don’t know, what exactly happens but I always seem to lose time when I do. Best to ignore it.”

I... am not entirely sure why I said that.

Haze nods as he looks to Rainbow who has successfully brought Prince to the Ground and is going Flash on him… She just bucked my purple son…. The evil little ungulate.

Prince is hissing at her as his tongue flops around limply from his maw. His wings flapping so fast they blur as he does his best to keep up with Dash… Now we can’t have that. After all, Prince is only a baby as far as I am concerned.

The ground below me melts a bit into ink as it begins swirling around me… Still not sure how that is happening, but I’ll take it.

With a flick of my hand the ink shoots off into small globules of ink that slowly took color to become a swarm of Hornets.

How… I don’t know… That wasn’t quite what I was going for, but I’ll take it. It looks cool anyway.

“What the Hay!”

Yes fear the Bees… Hornets… Fuck it, Bees sound better. Fear the Bees Dash, Fear them.

Prince watched confused as the Hornet Swarm chased a now much faster Rainbow Dash. His purple head tilted curiously…

I feel like I’m forgetting something…

*BOOM!*

A rainbow colored burst of energy threw us all back as a rainbow streak flies at supersonic speeds.

Right… Sonic Rainboom!

My everything hurts now… For about a second before it vanishes.

“Ugh!”

The familiar voice of Applejack alerts me to her as she rises up.

“Yeah… That was smart.”

Well… She is still annoyed.

Really I should have seen that one coming. I mean when you’re being chased by bees, you tend to run as fast as possible… Or in this case, fly as fast as possible.

Interestingly enough, it’s during this point you can truly appreciate the alien nature of physics of his place. Despite flying in a straight line, the bending of space-time is making it where Rainbow is looping in on herself, yet was somehow in multiple places at the same time while also always ending up in the same path.

It’s interesting to see, like watching two parallel lines intersect. Impossible, but… if you see such a contradiction, it’s kinda cool.

It’s kinda hard to look at to, but whatever.

“Da-da!”

I smile as Prince lands near me.

“Hi ya Prince. How you feelin?”

“Blue pony hurt my head!”

“And now she is being chased by bees… The lesson here Prince is that anyone who messes with you will be hurt, most likely by bees.”
Prince smiled a toothy Joker Like smile and nodded.

“Kay!”

With a nod, I look over towards the current anomaly that is several different streaks of rainbow trails. All of which are Dash, oddly enough the same Dash, despite being in several locations but, well physics is on holiday right now.

She then stopped on a dime… Seriously, that should give her whiplash. Serious whiplash to. That was literally going from Mach 5 to nothing in less than a second. I mean, yeah stuff like this happens in the show, but it’s one thing to see it on the screen, another thing entirely to see it before you.

Your mind just floors itself for a second. This place can’t be good for my continued sanity. Hell, Slender Man would probably be better for my sanity than the stuff that keeps happening here. Then again, thinking of that particular entity, I can’t help but feel that I could have ended up in a much worse situation… So there is that. No creepypasta for me today.

She observed the area around her for a moment, before turning her now hate filled eyes onto me. She was about to charge at me like a missile, when strangely enough, before I could even prepare to do anything, she barreled into me like a pony ICBM.
You know how I said going from Mach 5 to nothing in under a second looked painful, well the reverse is just as painful, for a about a moment, before nausea kicks in.

I can hear Rainbow screaming as she drags me across the sky while the world blurs. I can’t really do much because of this, and I realize that I have an intense fear of heights, and moving at sonic level speeds without any protection while being carried only by the raw determination of a possessed pony.

On the bright side, I know we haven’t broken the sound barrier yet, because I can hear Dash screaming. Not of fear, but anger.
I hate mind control.

Remember when this show was about friendship and ponies, where all fights lasted about as long as a fly’s attention span and was won by the usage of orbital friendship cannons… I miss that.

Now here I am, several hundred meters into the air, going just under the speed of sound, and repeatedly attempting to punch a pony in the head.

Only for her to stop again, while I keep on going. Right before she leaves my sight I can see Rainbows Smug look on her face, presumably at my own face of terror. Seeing as I am in the air without any way to control myself while slowly losing altitude, I think my fear is justified. I can see her take off to the ground, presumably towards Prince or Haze, but right now, I’m far too busy preparing to meet the ground. I expected it to hurt.

I was not wrong.

Again, whatever it is out there that makes pain last but a moment, I want to thank him or her personally. Also I wanted to punch them really hard for thinking it’s a good idea to what I can only assume is attempt to turn My Little Pony into an action series because I’ve not been here a week, and this is my third fight that was very anime-esque.

You know what… I am getting really tired of this.

As I slowly get to my feet to see Haze move towards Prince who is keeping Rainbow busy, I can’t help but wonder how this is all happening.

I mean, I’ve seen episodes past this time frame, and none of them had anything like this. What’s with this merchant guy? Why is violence so prevalent now?

Mostly, why did Noir have that complete 180 in his personality? I mean, at first he seemed more or less cooperative at first, then he just… turns into an asshole for no reason.

I didn’t think of it much at the time, but now… I can’t stop thinking about it.

What are these lost moments in time?

Why do I just seem to brush them off so easily?

Now that I think about it, things keep getting less and less… real.

I know, I’m stuck in fictional magic pony land, and complaining about things not being real, but… It’s more than that. It kinda reminds me of bad fanfiction.

I wonder?

Could it be…

No, don’t think about it. Every time I do, something happens to distract me and I seem to lose time for some reason. What is that… I feel something… Odd coming, not an entity or individual, this feels like an event. One that is both familiar yet… not.
I don’t know what to call it, but for some reason… The word ‘Error’ comes to mind.

No!

I can’t think about it… Just… calm… down.

I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and fall onto my back. Doesn’t hurt. Instead, I just breathe.

I ignore the sounds around me.

I just focus on everything else.

At first all seems normal. Well, as normal as it can be.

But I try and focus. Focus on something that is not there.

Hard to imagine, but that is what I am doing.

It’s kind of calming, like meditation.

Just blank out the world around me.

This is nice.

Focus….

Focus…

Focus…

…

Bingo.

I can’t help but feel my heart clench in my chest, but… I can hear it… right there.

I know that sound… The sound of fingers typing away on a keyboard.

No… Don’t think about it, just listen.

I know what this is, I can’t ignore that, and it’s hard not to think about it, but… I can manage.

I can have an existential crisis later. Right now, I need to just relax…

I smile… The sounds of fighting has stopped. Replaced by confusion.

I open my eyes and see the sky flicker between that eldritch atmosphere and the light of day, I hear the sound of people or rather ponies sounding very confused.

Just as I thought.

“What the hay!”

That would be Applejack, no longer annoyed.

I sit up and cross my legs. Only watch as the sky shifts to blue and the others look around very confused.
I still feel that… error feeling… I am not sure what else to call it, but… that seems appropriate.

I don’t think about it, just look around.

I can’t forget this.

I can’t forget this.

I cannot forget this.

I…

ERROR!

I get off the ground just after I hit it. I can see Rainbow take off for just a moment before… I smile.

I didn’t forget it!

Despite my smile however, I didn't really feel good about this, but I think I am starting to understand!

I have to fight, otherwise this story cannot go on, and that's when the jumps in time happen, those errors. I'm guessing this one is different than the others, because I remember this time.

But I can't think about it too much. I can't lose it.

If this is what I think it is, then I have to remember... No... Don't think about it. Just feel it.

Keep it...

And don't forget it..,

Right now, I have a story to finish.