Author's Note

Advisability thought this was gonna be a normal chapter, but it was ME, Dio, all along!

the twilight writing all these down in the framing device had a nice day out with lunch in a local park? I think she's getting a little frazzled.

"So, lunch, how's your day?"

The sentient sandwich shuddered at the level of self-awareness it'd been granted not even an hour before. "I am... concerned."

"Right you are, lunch! What are you concerned about?"

The sandwich patted itself over, paying special attention to push a tomato slice back into its body. "Everything. Why did you create me?"

Twilight shrugged. "Bored. Spike left you on the countertop in the kitchen and I had a spellbook with me when I walked past."

"You create life, living, breathing, sentient life... out of boredom?"

Twilight sipped her capri-sun. "Well, I guess when you put it that way it does start sounding kinda weird."

The sandwich fell to its 'knees'. "Dear creator, why must you act with such hubris?"

A seagull swooped down and stole away the sandwich before Twilight could respond.