Skype RP 1: Writing Process

>You sit in front of your computer, tapping your finger against the desk.

>How to start, how to start...

>AHA!

>You start typing...

>Suddenly, the door opens.

>"Hey Techy!"

"Did anyone ever teach you about knocking?"

>"Oh, sorry."

>The purple mare walks up to the computer screen.

>"Whatcha doin'?"

"Writing."

>"...it's blank."

"It's not blank!"

>Typed on the screen is '>Day __ in Equestria'.

>"Fine, it's MOSTLY blank."

>You groan.

>"Wait a minute, that's how you start 'Miscast'! Will I be in this one?"

"Hopefully, yeah."

>At that, the mare gave him a deadpan stare.

>"So will it be more of me being a psycho and cutting people up?"

"Uhh..."

>She sighs.

>"Why can't you write more of the me from 'Bro'?"

>From the other room, a yell is heard.

>"HE BETTER NOT BE WRITING MORE OF THAT."

>Twilight turns, walking out of the room.

>As she closes the door, she can be heard saying...

>"At least it's not 'Anon P.I.', Dash."

>You heave a heavy sigh.

"Is she still mad about that?"

>A blue mare busts the door open.

>"You're damn right I'm mad!"

"Knocking..."

>Ignoring you, the blue mare continues her rant.

>"In EVERY STORY, I'm either the best friend who never gets the guy, the most annoying mare in the series, or I'm DEAD!"

>She folds her arms.

>"I'm tired of being the butt of every sad story!"

"Look Dash, I'm sorry! I promise, at some point-"

>"I don't wanna hear it!"

>Dash flies out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

>Alone again.

>Maybe you can get some writing done...

>You hear the door open.

>"Oh Techy~, I heard you were writing again!"

"Rarity, of all ponies, surely you know how to knock."

>"I'm sorry darling, I was just so excited!"

"Why excited?"

>"Because you're writing more 'Miscast' I heard! I just LOVE how you portray me in that!"

>Oh right. One of the relatively normal ones in that story.

"Yeah, people said I write a good you."

>"And I'm CERTAIN they are correct!"

>Certain?

"Wait, you haven't read anything by me, have you?"

>A moment of silence.

>"...well no, darling, I can't say I have."

>Laughing a bit, you toss her a printout of 'Rarity Day'.

"See what you think."

>She happily magic's the papers and walks out of the room, closing the door.

>Alright, so.

>Day what in Equestria...

>Hmmm...

>You hear the door creak open very slowly.

>God damnit.

"It thought I told you guys to-"

>Turning around, you see a yellow mare.

>"H-hi, Techy..."

"Hey Fluttershy."

>She sits there awkwardly for a few seconds.

"Do you mind knocking next time?"

>"N-no, I won't forget, I promise."

"Good."

>Turning back to your computer, you try to regain your thoughts.

>As you do this, Fluttershy pokes her head over the desk.

>She stares at the screen, then looks at you.

>You look down at her.

>She stares for a few seconds.

>"..."

"..."

>"...you should write clop."

>You close the door, leaving Fluttershy on the other side.

>"O-okay, maybe another time..."

>She lightly steps away.

>Come on, think.

>Get this chapter out of the way.

>Aww yeah, here we go!

>As your finger hits the spacebar, the door behind you opens.

>For fucks sake.

>You turn around, and you see Applejack.

>"Howdy, Techy."

"Hi. Do any of you ponies know how to knock?"

>"Oh, my bad. Ah musta...forgot."

>On the last word, she kicks the door, closing it.

>"So, ah heard you were writing more 'Miscast'."

"Well, trying to."

>You attempt to turn your computer chair back towards the laptop.

>However, you are stopped by an orange hoof.

>"Can't ya take a break from that silly thing? Besides, Ah'm right here..."

>What.

"What."

>"Ah read the stories, Techy."

"And?"

>"And, Ah'm not an idiot. Ah know you writers love to..."

>She steps forward a little, both front hooves on the computer chair.

>"Self insert."

"Look, I dunno what you're thinking, but I can guarantee you have the wrong idea."

>She grins.

>"Sure, sure. That's what Ah expected ya to say."

>Leaning in close, she whispers.

>"I reckon this room ain't no comfy hay pile, but we'll make due."

"OUT."

>Grabbing Applejack, you pick her up and toss her out of the room.

>Closing and locking the door, you lay back in the computer chair.

>Not even a second later, a shriek is heard from beyond the door.

>"A NURSE'S OUTFIT?!?"

>You slump forward, burying your face in your hands.

>When you finally get to removing them, you start typing.

 

'>Day I Fucking Hate Ponies in Equestria'

 

For everyone wondering where Pinkie was in this story, look behind you.

 

This is the beginning of an interesting chain of shorts, revolving around the RP that's been going on in Skype. It's silly, it's a tad bit feelsy, and it involves ponies. Lots of ponies. If you want to read on, follow the links!

 

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