The Average Day of A Bad Self Insert: The Sequel: The Prequel

The Writer galloped to Canterlot, with his power to write with no pacing. If this had been realtime, The Writer would be panting after having gone five yards, with his tremendous weight. His Gary Stue abilities were being an alicorn, creating plot holes, every character falling in love with him instantly, and more powerful magic than Celestia herself. These powers would allow him to win the throne uncontestedly.

He trotted through the open gate. There were townsponies in the castle, this couldn't be canon. He had to be in the wrong world. He couldn't go back now, he was in the Canterlot. He trotted past the townsponies, mares swooned and stallions envied him.

Celestia sat on her throne.

"Princess... Celestia!" The overweight Gary Stue shouted, a few pants in between.

"Oh my word, who is this?" Celestia laughed.

"I am... B... lighlight Sparkle, prepare to face me!"

"Oh, is this some kind of a jest, or am I in heaven?" Celestia said, a menacing tone encroaching her voice the further she talked.

She got up from the throne and walked over to him. She used a kindling spell on his tail.

"Don't expect to win that easy! For you see, s-weet Celestia, it burns!!" He exclaimed as he danced in circles.

"Yes, yes, that's a fire with the power of the sun. I didn't think you were serious... Guards, you know what to do." She said as the guards carried him off.