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Damian inkwell finds himself alone with himself in a void of grey whitish color.

"Well this is shitty." The other me says to me as there is another me that's trying to enjoy himself in the plain void that is doing loops and flips we alone together with ourselves here and I'm the one writing all this

"What else can we do? And I'm the one writing this all down your the one that is supposed to be coming up w-" I get rather rudely slapped across the head interrupted for the other me to say the following.

"There is literally nothing we can do at this point. Let's face it. I fucked up. You fucked up. We both did shit and were shit so I don't see many ways of us getting the fuck out of here unless you can use that stupid book to write us a way out. I mean for fuck sakes do you hav..."

Suddenly a idea hit both of us and we both looked at each other a memory of something faintly said to us resonating, "there won't be a point to any of it. It's all fucking worthless because we have no outside help. No one to help us because no one knows we exist. Our side of the multiverse hasn't even come close to surfacing and the worst part of it all is we have a writer that can think up any idea that doesn't write anything about us. Ourselves in the multiverse. The best way for us to have any chance is that it needs to be known we exist. Because when you run into problems that you can't fix. Your going to be alone and feel alone" the memory of the speech we should never ignored but did from our friend Rune Blade hit us hard.

So I kept writing and I kept thinking clearing my mind as I went over everything I knew and remembered about me. Who I am. Who the other me is. And what's going the fuck on.

"This won't at all be fun tho you realize that right? Because your the one with the book and when it comes to my turn to explain my past I'm pretty sure everyone will fucking hate me Because of the arrogant bitch I am" I had to say in return to him. "I know and I frankly hate you myself but let's start with the easy okay. Let's explain where we are. How we got here briefly. And who we are in the first place. Then everything in.. between.. oh fuck me this will take a long while..." begrudgingly I continue and being the start of something that will take. A long. Long. Time.

And to put it in short we are in the void of nothing. There was never meant to be anything here. And there was never meant to be nothing here. It just rests in the state of nothing having nothing the second nothing being in the content of 'nothing' being a something. Because of this I am able to stay alive and dead at the same time so is the other me. So technically we both are dead in everyone's opinion in the multiverse and most think we are alive as well. Because of this we have unfortunately wound up in this state where we can't die because that ruins other ponys memories of us and we can die because believe we are. And we should be.

And let me put in short the summary of how we got here. Me and other me were at the end of our journey and we were ready with our army and we were about to storm the land of hell. It not called that just what it turned into. We are walking up the steps and we have memories along with our friends of us that look to be from the far future with some war wounds coming though to give us hope and speak some clearly improvised shit. We walk far ahead of the group like idiots and unexpectedly run into our greatest enemy. And he of course takes that chance and does something outrageous. He dropped a nuke on us. Five of them.. all at once. And then time froze up we being brought here.

Basically in the other me's panic for safety he put a shield around us trapping us with the nukes. And we wound up here because we created a paradox by doing that. Because we already saw our future selfs. So did all our friends and a good chunk of the multiverse. And because it looks like there's no way we can live yet already in the future have lived we broke physically a lot of time rules.

And now we're here on time out till we can figure out and explain to the universe how we survive this shit.

And who am I? I'm Damian inkwell from the inkpot family. You may have heard of us if you were around my dimension. And I don't think anyone has or wants to be because of the absolute hell hole I'm in. I'll explain more on that in the.. well im not sure if I should call it a chapter or not cause I don't know how much will be wanted on the topic.

And the other me here is Damian inkwell the founder of a company he made called inkwell industry's. To try to make this explanation short think of rich ass hat that does whatever he wants mixed with nerd no one ever pays attention to. So he's super powerful and wanted by the princesses for his crimes against nature. Yet no one knows of the hunt for him because of how bad they are and a want to not cause panic. Basically he brilliantly hid right under their noses. I'll talk about what he did in a very separate.. chapter from mine.

So I think this is a good place to stop for chapter one I'm not sure how to properly end this or even if I can call it chapter one because of everything that happened before this. And everything that might happen after.
But as both of us would say. "Fuck it. It's good enough for me" heh. I said it out loud and got a laugh from the other me. I'm about to put this down for a bit I'm going to get cramps from writing with my hoofs and this stupid big fancy quill because I didn't bring a pen.

Author's Note

proofreaders when you read help me because I'm going to be mother fucking bad in some areas. Please I need the help thank you.

This is my first time actually writing one of my stories down. So yay hopefully it's good and has gotten your attention long enough to pull you in to want to read more