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

"Pwincess Cewestia, can you wead me a bedtime stowy?" A little colt who rested in a chair asked for the fifteenth time.

"Why sure! Once there was an annoying colt who had to go to bed or else the Princess of Equestria would burn his ass. That colt happened to be you. The end. Goodnight." Celestia snapped.

The young stallion cried softly into the chair. It wasn't silence, but Celestia could make do with it. She lay in her bed and closed her eyes. If she didn't sleep, she could always "Forget" to raise the sun.