“What where am I”
>”It will not bring them back Anon”
“Who said that!”
>Anon searched the darkness around him, finding nothing
hm “no ones there”
“Last thing I remember Barb went to bed after comforting Twilight”
“What- what happens next”
>”Who knows Anon”
>”Thats the end of the story”
>Appearing out of the darkness in front of him a masked man in a suit walked up to a chair that wasn't there before he sat on it
>The mask creased is if the wearer was smiling
“But there are so many things that could happen”
>The darkness gained shape and color as anon talked
“Does Barb go on the date with rarity”
>A purple dragoness barely visible at a table across from a white unicorn appeared to Anon's right
“Do they hit it off”
>The dragoness now mounting the unicorn on a fourposter bed faded into existence to Anon's left
“What happens the next time Barb sees Anon”
>Anon turned to his left sensing movement the dragoness stopped in front of him staring for a moment before kissing him on the lips
>”It isn't written Anon.”
>As the masked man spoke the scenes disappeared
>Anon shook his head
“But I need to know”
>”You may never know Anon.
>”WriteFag has finished what they intended to write”
>Another masked man rising from a desk and walking through a door could be seen
>The laptop shutting down as it wouldn't be needed for a while
“But there was so much potential”
“It can't just end there”
>”But it has Anon”
>The darkness closed in again
>”There is no use in challenging fate”
>The mask creased again like a frown was underneath
>”It has already ended”
>Anon could no longer see the man in the mask
“NO I want more”
>or his own hand the darkness was thicker than when this all began
“I NEED more”
>”Maybe you should be the one to write it”
 
 
(this started with me trying to snarkly suggest letting the thread die
people didn't take it that way a couple liked my writing style so i tried to continue)
 
 
 
 
 
>you are anon
>you roll out of bed after yet another lewd dream about your boss rarity and your best friend barb
>this has been a regular occurrence for the past several months
>you think it's starting to drive you crazy
>and the unopened package on your nightstand supports this assumption
>a package that you refuse to open even though it arrived three weeks ago
>a package from a publisher in Manehattan
>you know exactly whats in the package
>it's not just any book
>it's a book you wrote
>you should not have published your dreams
>you may have changed some details
>but you were still the only human in ponyworld  
>even if the human in the book was completely different person
>a caricature really
>you did your best to fudge it
>made it seem as if it was written by someone who only knows you by newspaper clippings
>it was still about you
>and your boss who is way too high class to entertain the idea of such a romance
>and your underaged best friend
>if it wasn't for the massive workload you and rarity have to finish this week you would probably run innaeverfreeforest fearing what will happen if twilight figures out you wrote it
>and she would definitely see the book
>it just hit the shelfs of the book store in ponyville
>it was even selling well enough to have it's own shelf  and cardboard cutout at the front of the store
>you sigh and make for the shower
>at least continuing to hand stitch  the order for sapphireshores would keep your mind off things for awhile
 
 
>you are barb
>and your jaw is hanging pretty low at the moment
>as you stare at the cardboard cutout in front of you
>you wonder if somepony not only read but published your diary
>the dragoness on the cutout is green and brown instead of your purple and green
>Anon looks more like a hornless minotaur in a suit and mask and has the large pack of a traveling merchant
>and there's a dark blue and silver unicorn for some reason
>but you clearly remember drawing something like this in your diary