Author's Note

Spike suffers for your amusement, The Spy of the Tiger. Are you satisfied?

Twilight took a break from writing these scenarios and Spike read them and immediately took 2d6 psychic damage?

Twilight set down the book that she was writing, letting out a loud, thundering yawn. She proceeded to immediately pass out in such a way that her chair flipped backward, dumping her out the window and onto the ground three floors down.

"Twilight," Spike opened the door with enough force to open it. "Your blood sacrifi--Twilight?"

He set the tray of vials on her desk and scampered around to the overturned chair. Twilight had spent so much time writing this book of hers. Heck, this wasn't even her first one at this point!

He slowly flipped to the most recent page of the book. And found this exact line. These exact sentences. Himself, being narrated as he read. He frowned, watching the words scribble out onto the formerly-blank pages one by one under the influence of a magenta glow.

He peered out the window at the passed-out Twilight. Her horn was still lit, so evidently she was writing this in her sleep. He turned around again to watch himself continue to be narrated. It was strange like this, watching...

Wait, did that mean that the future is predetermined? Did he not actually have any free will, beholden instead to mere words on a page?

(Yes.)

Spike screamed.