Discord Writes a Fic

As the sun went down.

“No, no, no.” Discord hit backspace and deleted everything. “You don’t start things off with a weather report. That’s a rookie mistake.”

“Hey, I have only been writing fan fic for about 8 months, I am a rookie.” Six yelled.

“Cough-Zelda-cough-highschool-cough.” Discord covered his mouth and cleared his throat. “Pardon me, I'm allergic to bullshit.”

Six just rolled his eyes.

“So let me get this straight. You are writing about you writing about me writing about…” Discord paused for a second. “What am I writing about?”

Six sighed. “Not now Discord, we don’t want to give the ending away.”

Discord sneezed and coughed again.

“Excuse me, like I said, allergic. You don’t have it figured out yet. You’re the one always saying write the ending first.”

“I did…in my head.” Six said sheepishly.

Now Discord rolled his eyes. “Whatever let’s get this started.”

Sugar cube corner is a bustling

“Nope.” Six put his finger on the backspace and held it there. “You never start with descriptive writing ether. You need to grab the attention of the reader early on. Usually with some action and a vague explanation of why what is happening is happening. It makes the reader want to read more.”

Discord looked at Six’s hand on the keyboard and considers severing it just above the wrist; that way he could still wiggle the stump at the end.

“Sorry gentle men.”

“Stallions.” Discord corrected.

“Sorry gentle-stallion.” Carrot Cake said from behind the counter. “But I'm closing, shop.”

The sounds of babies crying could be heard coming from the back.

“Foals no babies.” Discord corrected.

“Would you stop that?” Six said in a irritated tone.

“Just write it correctly and I won’t have to.” Discord retorted.

“You’re the one writing this.” Six augured back.

“You’re writing me writing this so…no, you’re writing this.”

“Whatever, why can’t we-”

“I, well you would say ‘you’” Discord corrected.

“You just said that I’m writing this, therefore I should say ‘we’ since I'm writing that you’re writing this.” Six was about to start yelling.

“I’m writing this because you’re writing that I'm writing this. So it would me ‘you’ coming from you.”

Six was getting a headache, and the joke was starting to get old.

“Stop playing with me, let’s just move on.” Six rubbed his temples. “Why can’t we say babies, I mean everyone knows what we’re talking about. Phrases like everpony and colts instead of boys. It’s just silly.”

“It makes it more authentic.” Discord answered.

“It makes fictional, imaginary, can never exists in reality, authentic.