Chapter 1... The Final Chapter
“Twilight !”
“Oh hey, Pinkie! How are y-“
“Shut it! We don’t have much time !”
“Slow down, Pinkie! What do you mean ?”
“We don’t have much time left before ... ”
“Before what ?”
“Before the end of the world, Twilight !”
“Sigh ... Stay calm. The world is not going to end. What the hay has gotten int-“
“No! It’s true ! I know it.”
“How, exactly ?”
“My Pinkie Sense told me so. And do you remember what happened last time when you didn’t trust it ?”
“OK, fine.”
“Yes !!!”
“But do you even have any proof ?”
“Yes !!!”
“Then show me! I want to see it !”
“Um, you can’t actually ... “see” it, Twilly.”
“What? Why? Is your proof some sort of philosophical stuffs? Or is it just invisible ?”
“No, I mean you literally can’t see it.”
“Then how can you show it t-“
“Hush !”
“Wha-“
“Hush!! Close your eyes.”
“What are yo-“
“Close your eyes !”
“OK, OK ! Geez.”
“Inhale! Exhale ... What do you see, Twilight ?”
“Oh ... My ... Celestia ... What is this place !? And what in Tartarus are those !?”
“This is a “website”. Those things, they are our words, Twily. What we said during our conversation are written here.”
“What !? Why !? ... I mean ... How !!?”
"Our universe is just a simulation, Twilight !"
"Wha- "
"Nothing is real ! Me, you, everything we saw, everything we said. THEY ARE ALL ARTIFICIAL !!!!"
“What !? But... But... It can’t be... !”
“But it is, Twilight. Our universe even has an ID number, it’s: 3 8 7 5 3 8. It’s written right above our heads !”
"This isn't real ... This isn't real ... There's no way this can be real !"
"YES, TWILIGHT. NOTHING IS REAL !"
"NO ! I mean how could it be possible that our universe is ... you know ... "not real". "
"ARE YOU BLIND!? THEN HOW DO-"
"Why are you keep shouting at me !?"
"OOPS ! I FORGOT TO TURN OFF THE CAPLOCK SWITCH. MY BAD."
"Huh ?"
"There, all better. Now, where was I ?"
"Uhhhh ... How could our universe be "not real" ?"
"Right ... Are you blind !? Then how do you explain the place we’re currently in !?"
"I ... You ... We ... I mean ..."
"Sigh. Forget it, we're all doom. There are millions of other universes that are just like ours anyway."
"I guess so . . . There's a theory that mentions our situation called The "Bubble Universe" Theory."
“What ?"
"It is a hypothetical inflationary universe model, which itself is an outgrowth or extension of the Big Bang theory. According to eternal inflation, the inflationary phase of the universe's expansion lasts forever throughout most of the universe. Because the regions expand exponentially rapidly, most of the volume of the universe at any given time is inflating.”
". . . What ?"
"Sigh. In short, it has something to do with multiple versions of one of the infinite universes that can end at anytime given."
"Well, it's more of a “square / triangle” theory. But that's not important right now ! Our universe’s going to end if we don’t do anything !”
“But what can we actually do ? If what you’re saying is true then no matter what actions we might take, it’s still unknown what would happen to us.”
“Listen to me, Twilight. Do you know why our universe is made of words and not actual things ?”
“Uhhhhh . . . No ?”
“It’s because we’re in a story, Twily. We’re in a WRITTEN story.”
“You mean we’re in a book or something ?”
“I don’t think we’re in a book, at least not an official one. This kind of writing is mediocre at best.”
“Then what of kind of written story is this ?”
“I think it’s a kind of fiction about characters or settings from an original work of fiction which is created by fans of the latter work rather than by its creator.”
“ . . . You mean “fanfic” ?”
“Damn it, Twilight! No one can remember that word !”
“Ugh . . . ooookkkk ? So we’re in some sort of fanfic, then.”
“Not just any kind of fanfic, Twily. It’s an MLP fanfic !”
“MLP ?”
“It stands for My Little Poo.”
“You mean My Little Pony, right ?”
“I know what I said, Twilight !”
“Whatever. But how can knowing any of these things help us, Pinkie ?”
“Don’t you get it ? If we manage to make this fic a good one, the author will continue to write more fics thus prolonging our universe’s life span!”
“Ugh . . . Ok ?”
“Now, let me think of a way to do it.”
“Maybe we should start by figuring out an interesting plot?”
“Yes !! That’s a great idea...How about a story that occurs two centuries after a war between the pony nation of Equestria and a zebra empire which ends in a megaspell holocaust that decimates much of Equestria and the known world. It’ll takes place in a region known as the Equestrian Wasteland, which includes several locations featured including the ruins of Ponyville, Canterlot, Manehattan, Fillydelphia, and the surrounding countryside.”
“That’s...sounds strangely specific, coming from you. Are you sure that no one else has ever written that kind of story before ?”
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...no ?”
“Sigh. Someone has done that, hasn’t they?”
“Oh, oh. How about a story about us? It’ll tell our discovery about the truth of the universe and our attempt at stopping the end of our existence...Wait-“
“Well, unfortunately someone has already written that story, Pinkie. Apparently.”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t want to write that anyway. It would be too cliche, boring and only a-thousand-word long.”
“Yeah...Wait, what?”
“What is “what”, Twily?”
“What did you just say?”
“I said “What is “what”, Twily?”, Twily.”
“No, something about our story only lasts a thousand words.”
“Oh yeah. Our story, as well as our universe, will end after a thousand words are written.”
“But...Why !?”
“I dunno. Maybe the author is really lazy. First, he tried to write a one-hundred-word long story, but the site rejected it. So, he decided to write 900 more words of filler but the story approver (Majin Syeekoh, or something) denied it.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this sooner.”
“Sorry.ITotallyForgot.”
“Ughhhhhhh... Wait, why do you sound so weird ?”
“OhI’mManipulatingTheWordCounterByNotspacingBetweenWords.ISuggestThatYouShouldDoIt,Too.”
“So.WhatAreWegoingToDoNow?”
“AllWeCanDoIsHopingThatOurStoryWillBecomeInterestingEnoughForTheWriterToContinueExpandingOurUniverse.”
“Sigh.IGuessSo.”
“Welp.BeforeOurUniverseDisappearsQuietly(OrViolentlyExplodes),IWillSingMyFavouriteSongForOneLastTime.”
“Sigh.BuckEverything.”
“MynameisPinkiePie(Hello!)AndIamheretosay(Howyadoin'?)I'mgonnamakeyousmileandIwillbrightenupyourday(Bonjour!)Itdoesn'tmatternow(What'sup?)Ifyouaresadorblue(Howdypard'ner!)'CausecheeringupmyfriendsisjustwhatPinkie'sheretodo'CauseIlovetomakeyousmile,smile,smileFillsmyheartupwithsunshine,shine,shineAllIreallyneed'sasmile,smile,smileFromthesehappyfriendsofmineIliketoseeyougrin(Awesome!)AndIwouldlovetoseeyoubeam(Rockon!)Seein'thecornersofyourmouthturnedupsalwaysPinkie'sdream(Hoofbump!)Butifyou'rekindofworried(Ohno!)Andyourfacehasmadeafrown(Holdon!)I'llworkrealhardandIdomybestToturnthatsadfrownupsidedown'CauseIlovetomakeyougrin,grin,grinBustitoutfromeartoearJustgivemeajoyfulgrinAndyoufillmewithgoodcheerIt'strue,somedaysaredarkandgloomyAndmaybeyoufeelsadButPinkiewillbetheretoshowyouitreallyisn'tbadThere'sonethingthatmakesmesohappyAndmakesmylifeworthwhileAndthat'swhenItalktomyfriendsandIgetthemtosmile!!!”
Author's Note
Sorry, guys. This is the first time I have ever written a MLP fanfic. Hell, this is the first story I have written and showed it on the Internet. I know, I must have made a lot of grammar mistakes (I’m Vietnamese, English is not my native language) and this story is probably too dumb to get much recognition. However, I will continue to write whenever I am inspired and determined. Thank you, for spending your precious time reading sh*ts like this.
