‘Your… characterization?’ Aragón felt shivers down his spine. Pinkie had read the comments. ‘What do you mean? And how can you talk with that knife in your mouth?’

‘Oh, silly, it’s so simple.’ Pinkie’s eyes shined weirdly. ‘As you know, it seems like I’m not real. Pretty funny, right?’ The pony’s right eye twitched. ‘Fun, indeed!’

‘Euh…’ Aragón raised an eyebrow. Then, he sighed. ‘Ok, what the hell are you saying?’

‘Well, I’m not real, so I have no personality!’ Pinkie looked at the author with hate in her eyes. ‘I’m only a stupid character created by a human like you! I’m not alive, and I’ve never been alive!’

Aragón stayed in her bed. Slowly, all the terror vanished. Pinkie seemed angry and had a knife, yes, but that was all. And, thinking with logic, a pony had no hands. It was impossible for her to stab him.
“Don’t let Pinkie read RatherHomely’s work”, the invisible underlined alicorn had said . “Or boom”. But there was no boom here. Maybe the situation wasn’t so bad.
‘Oh, yeah. Well, I already knew that.’ Aragón laughed. ‘And, guess what, I’m fake too! Crazy world we live on, eh?’

Pinkie’s jaw fell down. The knife hit the ground.

‘But…’ The man frowned. ‘Why are you like that now? That “Pinkamena” look, I mean. Gosh, I sure hate it.’

***

…

What? Why are you looking at me like that?

ARAGÓN IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF A PSYCHO. HIS LIFE IS IN DANGER. AND THAT’S HOW HE REACTS?

I believed you already knew he was stupid.

BUT THAT HAS NO SENSE! WHAT ABOUT THE SUSPENSE ON THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER? I WAS SURE THAT ARAGÓN WOULD BE FREAKED OUT WITH THE NARRATION!! HE HAD JUST FIGURED OUT HE’S NOT REAL!!

Yeah. Indeed, he now knows everything.

SO?! THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A TRAGIC CHAPTER!! SOMETHING SERIOUS!!

Dude, I think you don’t know exactly where you are. Something serious, you say? Like what?

HE IS IN FRONT OF A PSHYCO JUST AFTER HAVING REALISED THAT HE HAD NEVER BEEN ALIVE. THAT’S PHILOSOPHICAL AS HELL!!! THE SITUATION IS PERFECT FOR A LITTLE DRAMA!!!

Ooook, listen. First of all, I think that Aragón’s brain is not developed enough to understand the implications of being created.

HE’S NOT SUCH AN IDIOT.

He’s an all-grown man who watches My Little Pony and writes fanfics about the show. That’s enough for me to believe he’s an idiot.

THAT SENTENCE IS WRONG IN SO MANY LEVELS THAT I CAN FEEL THE HATE OF YOUR READERS FROM HERE.

Bah. What’s the worst thing they can do to me?

THEY CAN STOP READING YOU.

…
Ooopsie.
Well, forget that last thing then. Let’s say that he tried to kill Sweetie Belle right in front of her sister and shipped AJ with Rainbow once they had broken free.

…
WELL, MAYBE HE’S A LITTLE SILLY. BUT THE DRAMA…!!

The guy is hospitalized because two girls beat him with a bat. And everypony seems to be laughing. This fic simply can’t be dramatic.

EH…

You know I’m saying the truth.

BUT THE DESCRIPTION DOESN’T GO WELL WITH COMEDY… AT LEAST WITH THE COMEDY YOU MAKE.
AND I CAN’T STOP SEEING THAT PINKIE’S EYES ARE EXTREMELY EXPRESSIVE.

Ok, now you simply don’t know what to say. So, for Celestia’s sake, just shut up! You’re killing the scene!

WHAT?! YOU’RE THE ONE WHO-

***

Pinkie shook her head, startled. ‘What? You’re fake, too?’

‘Uh-huh.’ Aragón rolled his eyes. ‘I’ve just discovered that. Don’t you see it? There is a narration now.’

The pink pony stood there, without moving. ‘Then… then who am I?’

‘Oh, I know that one. You’re Pinkie.’

‘No!’ The mare shook her head. ‘No, I’m not Pinkie Pie! I’m nothing, just like you! Life has no sense!’

Aragón narrowed his eyes. ‘Uh-huh… Euh… Yeah? I mean…’

‘Don’t you understand? I’m not real! I was imagined by a bunch of people who wanted to make a cartoon for kids! Everything I know, everything I’ve done and everything I’ll do is artificial! They have planned all this for the beginning! I don’t have free will, I’m just a puppet dancing with their melody!’
Pinkie laughed sadly. ‘And that’s not all, of course. No, a life that really never happened is not enough for them. The cartoon has fans, and the fans write fanfics, just like you. I thought it was cute, even funny. But it’s just horrible!’

‘Well, I was writing a fanfic with you,’ pointed Aragón. ‘So… maybe “horrible” is not the word.’

‘It’s not the same!’ Pinkie sat on the floor, looking at Aragón with puppy eyes. ‘I thought we were telling just a story, that we had no control on my friends. Like a spell, something able to put ponies in a book. Something that wasn’t dangerous.’

‘Yeah. In fact, that’s exactly what a fanfic is,’ said the human. ‘You know, using characters that aren’t yours and telling a story. It doesn’t hurt anybody.’

‘Oh, of course. It’s perfectly safe.’ Pinkie lost her puppy-like expression. ‘SAYS THE ONE WHO TRIED TO KILL SWEETIE BELLE!’

‘Ah?’

‘Have you ever read a fanfic? For Celestia’s sake, look at me!’ Pinkie pointed at her hair. ‘Look at the knife! They transformed me in a murderer! I’ve read only four fanfics, and in three of them somepony died, or was tortured, or something horrible happened to him!’

‘Oh, yeah, the grim-dark stories.’ Aragón nodded. ‘But sometimes they’re great…’

‘THEY’RE HORRIBLE!’ screamed the pony, anger in her eyes. ‘The stories always have a dark side! Always! And the only reason why the poor ponies suffer such terrible things is because you, fans, want some entertainment. Who cares about the life of innocent ponies when you can have your fantasies?
And it’s not only death. Love? Friendship? Betrayal? Everything is a show! A story written by people who don’t care about our feelings? Oh, no, wait. We don’t have feelings, because the things we think, feel or do are planned. We are nothing but slaves. No, worse. We’re a slave’s slaves. And every minute, every second, every instant… somebody is writing about us. And it will be like that forever. We can’t break free, because if people stop thinking about ponydom, then we’ll die. Our existence is linked to the ones who bring us suffering.
The underlined invisible alicorn said it, right? We are eggs stolen from a nest. But, now, the nest is the whole word and we can’t escape. We can’t hatch, spread our wings and fly, because our parents are drowning us. And…’

‘Jiggily-jiggily-jiggily-jiggily-jiggily…’

***

DID… DID HE SAY THAT OUT LOUD? REALLY?

Ok, I have to admit it: even I thought that Aragón was smarter.

OH MY GOD. NOW, HE’S GOING TO DIE. I’M NINE THOUSAND FIVE HUNDRED PERCENT SURE.

***

Aragón rolled his eyes. ‘Jiggily-jiggily,’ continued. ‘Listen, I can’t understand anything you’re saying.’

‘We are fictional! Life is a lie!’

‘Oh, well, at least now you’re not saying that life is a cake.’ The author sighed. ‘It’s an improvement. But we’ve lost the chance to make an extremely popular reference. What a pity.’

‘Reference?! Oh, of course. Because we’re… How did you name it…? Breaking the fourth wall.’ Pinkie frowned. ‘Because that conversation is being written. Because even now, whoever is the real author, is ensuring his supremacy…!'

‘Jiggilt-jiggily-jiggily…’

‘DON’T JIGGILY ME! THE ENTIRE EXISTENCE OF OUR…’

***

Oh, Celestia, this is boring. They’re talking about philosophy again.

PINKIE IS TALKING ABOUT PHILOSOPHY. ARAGÓN IS JUST JIGGILYING HER. BUT I AGREE: YOU HAVE TO STOP THIS. THE SITUATION…

Oh, no, we can’t stop here! This can be very fun, I’m sure.

MAYBE IF YOU LET ME GO…

Oh, no, you can’t move. No, I’m going to do this the right way.

SUSRPRISE ME. HOW ARE YOU GOING TO STOP THE PHILOSOPHY –OR THE INMINENT HOMICIDE?

Easy! Chandler’s law!

WHAT?

When in doubt, have a man come through a door with a gun in his hand!

***

The words of Pinkamena were interrupted when the door opened loudly. Suddenly, five cream colored ponies entered the room with fear in their eyes.

Pinkie! Aragón! Stop whatever you’re doing!

You’re in danger! You're in…!

Pinkie, what happened to your mane? And why is there a knife in the floor?

Aragón smiled at the sight of the five ponies. ‘Hey. Hello.’ Then, he realized Rainbow was looking at the knife with a very interested face. ‘Uh… glad to… see you again?’

Pinkie, Aragón, something terrible is about to happen! A homicide and…! And…

The pink pony’s face was priceless. Confusion, fear and something that can’t be correctly described were shining in her eyes.

Wait a moment. Is that a narrator? I’m the only one who can hear a narrator?

A narrator now? What the hay…?!

You! Are you writing about us again?! Because even without the bat, I can…!

Aragón showed his hands. ‘Hey, hey, calm down! I’m not writing anything! It seems like I’m a character too, so my author is narrating me. And Pinkie.’ The human stopped. ‘Wow, you’re talking with colors. This is like reading a rainbow.’

Wait, wait, wait a minute. You’re being narrated by your author. But then, who is narrating us?

Pinkie shook her head and closed her mouth, recovering her usual face. ‘That doesn’t matter, Twilight. We’re fake. I thought Aragón was just doing some kind of magic, but in reality, we were created by…’

By humans. We know it, sugarcube. Twilight and the invisible underlined alicorn told us before…

‘Then, what’s the point in all of this?’ Pinkie pointed at the knife. ‘Our life is artificial, we’d never been alive. We’re just puppets…’

‘You know, you’re a little monothematic,’ said Aragón. ‘Being the Element of Laughter, I think your existentialism is too heavy…’

Oh, Pinkie, please don’t be sad… We’re here for you…

The author opened his eyes. ‘Hey, Fluttershy! I’d never met you before! Nice to meet you!’

Uh… H-hello…

My dear, stop looking at her right now or I’ll crush you again. Fluttershy is a very fragile and sensitive creature, and talking with you is a horrible experience for someone like her.

‘Ok, that was rude.’

Stop talking! Girls, don’t you see it? There is something weird here!

Oh, it can be something weirder than this? Really?

What do you mean, Twilight?

The entire situation has been reversed! We’re in… in negative! It’s like if the script had been turned backwards, and now we’re in another universe!

…

…

…

Pinkie and Aragón stayed in silence, looking at Twilight without understanding what she was saying.

Can you explain it in non-egghead, please?

Pinkie frowned. ‘I think I understand… It’s the narration, right?’

Exactly. Just, think one moment. At the beginning of the story, Aragón and Pinkie talked without narration, and they had different kind of letters. Pinkie talked in italics, for example.

Oh, it’s true. And we talked with narration, because we were… under Aragón’s control, and all that show stuff.

Yes, I remember that. And now it’s just the opposite?

That’s the weird thing, yes. Aragón and Pinkie were in a higher plane of existence, so they could control us, and we needed some kind of narration. But now, the planes had been switched.

P-planes?

‘Think about a cake…’

‘Oh, Celestia, not again.’ Aragón snorted. ‘If you’re talking again about sweet-related-jiggily things, I’m gonna commit suicide.’

‘Shut up.’ Pinkie didn’t even look at the author. ‘Fluttershy, imagine a giant cake, like the MMMM. It has not one, but many levels, right?’

Uhm… yes?

‘Well, the story started with Aragón and me in the higher level, and you were under us. That meant that we could control you and we had no narration.’

Uh, but why?

Because the narration implies that somepony is telling your story to a reader. In other words: you’re a character, and you’re being controlled. When you have no narration, it means that you’re kind of free.

Ooh. And now it’s not the same? Because somepony is controlling Aragón and Pinkie?

‘I already knew that.’ The human nodded with a smile. ‘Hah! I’m an egghead too!’

You knew that? Really?

‘Yeah!’ Aragón laughed. 'Just when I finished “A Canterlot Wedding Part Two” I started to hear the narration, so I deduced that I’m not real.’

…
Wow. That’s… clever.

‘Meh. It’s not something difficult.’ The author yawned. ‘I’m from a world where a lot of people thinks that we were created by a god that controls us, so the situation is normal to me.’

‘What? What are you talking about?’

‘The philosophy of my world. Religion, and all that stuff. I’m not really into it,but…’

Wait a minute, wait a minute. Your world thinks that the people in it is fake?

It’s… it’s horrible…

Maybe that’s the reason why you are crazy?

‘Hey, it’s not so bad!’ The human frowned and rolled his eyes. ‘You aren’t getting it right. And I’m an atheist, so I don’t believe in…’

The sad thing is that maybe your world is right. If you have a narrator now, it’s because you have a creator, and you’re just a character in a story.

T-that’s the reason why I came here from Equestria?

Exactly. So, someponyy created Aragón, and Aragón created us. Now, I wonder if the same pony that created our author created us, or…

‘That would be awesome!’ The author smiled. ‘Man, being a Laurent Faust character? Oh yeah!’

‘It’s incredible how stupid you can be.’ Pinkie peered at Aragón. ‘It’s not something to be proud of.’

***

YOU KNOW, PINKIE WAS GOING TO KILL ARAGÓN. HOW THE HELL ARE THEY TALKING LIKE THAT NOW? DID PINKIE JUST FORGET HER HOMICIDAL INSTINCT?

I don’t know. He’s a little out of character right now, so…

”A LITTLE”? SHE’S TALKING LIKE AN EMO TEENAGER!

Well, at least this is funnier than the other conversation.

***

Hey! The asterisks! Did you see them?!

I’m seeing them right now, sugarcube! The invisible underlined alicorn was talking with somepony green!

Me too! Me too!

Oh, they’re disappearing!

Aragón blinked. ‘What? The invisible underlined alicorn? Where?’

You can’t see them?

‘No…’

‘Me neither.’ Pinkie frowned and looked at the ceiling. ‘Did you say “somepony green”, Applejack?’

Yeah. I saw it clear as day. They were talking about us!

It’s weird… now, Pinkie can’t break the fourth wall? But we can?

Ok, you were right, Twilight. This is weirder.

‘It’s more than weird,’ said Pinkamena, still looking at the ceiling. ‘Even being fake, Aragón is the author. He should be able to see those things. And me too. ’

So…

Wait a moment. The invisible underlined alicorn was in the same level than Aragón and Pinkie, but now it seems like he’s above them too!

‘The invisible underlined alicorn is my author? Really?’ Aragón shook his head. ‘Oh my god, that’s horrible.’

No! He can’t be the author, because he’s from our universe! I mean, he’s an alicorn, and Equestria is not real!

‘Right. But, If he’s in a higher level than us, and he’s fake too…’

…then there is a level even higher!

‘I think I’m talking for everypony when I say this: Jiggily-jiggily-jiggily…’

No, no, I think I get it.

Really?

Uh… I don’t…

We were created by Aragón, who was created by the invisible underlined alicorn, who was created by somepony else?

Yes. There is a creator for the creator that created our creator.

‘But then… we are fake, but we have been created by another artificial being who was also created by another artificial…

***
WAIT A MOMENT. WE’RE FAKE?

Dear Celestia, this is boring. Why are they talking about those things all the time? I want laughter!

ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?! I ASKED YOU IF WE’RE FAKE!!

Huh? Who knows. But I know how to make this funnier!

BUT…!

Chandler’s law!!

***

Suddenly, the door opened again, even though nopony had closed it before. The six ponies and the human stayed in silence when they saw who was there.

Hello, I’m here again! Oh, you all are here too! And another clone of me! Is her a changeling?
Uh, uh! Do you know what this calls for? A PARTY!!!