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

Ace trotted past the flaming town and into the burning forest. There was a clear path of destruction where Twilight had gone. He galloped to Zecora's hut. Zecora was still there.

"Zecora, Twilight's on a rampage! Is there a way to fix it?" Ace asked.

"No." Was her answer, strangely without rhyming.

"Alright, I guess that answers that." Ace remarked.

The stallion trotted out of the hut.

Twilight had been waiting for him.

"What's up, bitch?" She greeted.

"Fuck off, Twilight."

'Why bitch? Are you afraid?"

"Go die somewhere." Ace responded

She bucked his face with her back hooves, knocking him out.