Type Set awkwardly trotted to the door, the magic torch indicating it was indeed, the right place. She took a deep breath as she was about to do something she hated with a passion, Type Set thought to herself. She sometimes found herself doing that, part of her cutie mark she assumes. You see, she is a writer, her cutie mark being her tool of choice, a typewriter. Every so often she simply begin narrating her life in her head, almost as if she is the character in somepony else's story.
