“Welcome to 85.5: The Talk! This is your host Ravens Breath along with:”

“Survivor!”

“Courier!”

“Avatar!”

“Slenderman!”

“And me, Chem!”

Raven hold the mic up, “And today, we have a new special guest!” A round of applause is in the background, “Presenting... Pony Satan!”

A blast of fire can be heard, “Hahahahhahahahahhhahhahahh! Yes, it is me! Pony Satan, Lord of all Pony Evil! The King of Darkness, the Prince of Lies, the Queen of bargains!”

Chem throws a potato at his head, “Yeah, we get it, you have titles!”

Satan rubs his head where the potato hit, “Well, nice to see you haven’t changed, Chem. Still the same Irish drunkman.”

Raven holds up his mic, “Here today, Pony Satan is to read out questions we got from our viewers!”

Chem makes over exaggerated gasps, “Oh my! Reading! Satan, you’ve gone too far this time!”

Satan laughs, “Yeah, the only words you can read are, w-h-i-s-k-e- and y.”

Chem bangs a hoof on the table, “And I’m proud of that!”

*Bang!*

Survivor fires a shot into the roof, “We only have limited broadcasting time, let’s hurry it along.”

Raven nods, “Yes, Pony Satan, go ahead and read out the first question!”

He holds up a piece of paper, and puts on some glasses. Chem laughs, “You wear glasses!?”

Satan looks over at him, “Lokking at fire and brimstone all day does Hell on the eyes.” He looks back at the paper, “Let’s see... first question is from Shadow Dreamer.”

“And what is this question?”

He looks closer, “Eh, one for Discord that can be asked later. One about how I’m doing?” Satan looks at the microphone, “Quite good, thank you for asking.” Then he looks back, “Ah, here’s one! To Survivor: how many times has someone accidentally punched your beak?”

Survivor unconsciously reaches up and touches the beak, “Well, first was Rainbow Dash, then was Rainbow Dash, then Rainbow Dash did it again, and then five more times. Oh, Discord one time did it when he was drunk. Apparently to remind himself not to say ‘spoilers’ for my life. Then Applejack kicked it one time, in a boxing match.”

Raven looks over, “So only ten times?”

Survivor shrugs, “Well, I did use it as a weapon a few times, but those weren’t an accident or someone punching it.”

Raven gets a thoughtful look on his face, “Would it hurt a lot?”

He nods, “My beak is actually one of the sharpest things in Equestria. And when you put the force of an eighteen year olds headbut, it becomes especially deadly. Why do you ask, Raven, I don’t like that look on your face.”

Raven loses the look, “Well, I need to plan revenge against Blueblood. And that seems like a good idea.”

Survivor just looks back at Satan, “Next question, please?”

Satan looks far down the paper, “To the Courier: on a scale of one to ten, what’s the likelihood someone would go insane from a glimpse into your mind?”

Avatar leans in, “Now this is something I want to hear!”

Courier leans back in his chair, “It depends on who looks. For example, Raven over here has a strong mind for insanity. So he is on a 2. Meanwhile, Avatar and Survivor are more scientific minds that care about logic and sense. They are an 8 or 9.”

Chem leans towards Courier, “What about me?”

“Drunk or not?”

Chem puts out a howling laugh, “Have you ever seen me not drunk?”

Courier thinks for a bit, “Honestly, I say a 5. Chem can be a tiny bit mad, but not in my way. When his drunk mind catches onto what he’s seeing, he could go insane or just give zero fucks.”

Slendy looks over, “Couldn’t help but notice you didn’t mention me.”

Courier snaps as he looks at Slendy, “0, full 0. Slendy has been through shit more brown then me, and I nuked myself! He managed to out-smart an insane opponent, and meditates often. If he saw my mind, he wouldn’t be surprised in the least, and there is no chance he would go insane from it!”

Satan nods, “Alright, last one from this guy. Is no one going to question the grenade chainsaw that doesn’t break?”

Everyone looks at each other, before Slendy speaks up, “We did question it, actually. He just said he built it when he was drunk and high off his ass, and even he didn’t know how it was built. Now we just accept it as existing.”

Satan shrugs, “Alright. Now, from an anonymous caller. Are you all aware your in a story?”

There is a long silence, before all nod. Avatar steps up, “We know that there are creators above us, and that they have their own universe they live in. We also know that the audience that follows us around is from that universe. They may see our universes as writing in a story, but we see it like they see their lives.”

Raven also steps up, “What these people need to realize is that they can be in the same situation. We are made by someone, but we are still alive. Even if we are seen as writing, we still are living breathing beings. For all anyone knows, their entire life could be seen as a story from some higher beings. Meaning they too can be in a story, or be perceived as within one, just like us.”

Survivor also joins in, “We may only be ink and paper, or lines of code to you. But we are still alive, and breathing, and thinking. We see our world the way we do because we were made here, you see it the way you do because you were made outside of it. Just like some beings could view your world.”

Raven cuts in, “Well, after a deep conversation, it would seem we’re out of time! Thanks to our guest, Pony Satan!”

“You’re welcome.”

Courier hops in for the rest, “Remember to privately message our sponsor if you want your questions awnsered!”

Then Slendy jumps in, “That’s all for today. See you next time, leaving you with Subject Three’s favorite song in the world: Living in the Sunshine.”

Author's Note

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