As we walked through town, I couldn’t help glancing around at everything. It looked so much like the show; I still found it a little hard to believe I was actually in Equestria.

As the pastry-shaped bakery came into view, I noticed Cheerilee leading her class on what I guessed was a school field trip. My cheeks turned red as they all stopped us and hurried over before she could stop them, all of them dawwing at me and saying I was cute and other things that made me feel so embarrassed.

“Alright, alright,” the mulberry mare said as she caught up. “I’m sure Miss Melody and Miss Scratch have plans, so let’s not keep them.”

I wanted to facehoof.

The moment their names were mentioned, all the children realized the mares identities and started off like all fans do. The most common question was when they’d gotten me and which of them had me. This caused all three of us to blush, though I knew neither Vinyl nor Octavia felt as embarrassed as I did.

Thankfully, Cheerilee came to our rescue and got them to all stop the questions and return to what they’d been doing before, though a lot of them were disappointed, especially the fillies.

As they all started moving away I couldn’t help noticing two of the class were missing; two fillies who were impossible to miss, even when you wanted to. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were not amongst their class.

I assumed that they were either at home, sick, either that or grounded from going on the field trip for something they did.

I didn’t get much time to think about it though, as we started back towards Sugar Cube Corner.

The door to Sugar Cube Corner rang as we entered and Octavia called out, “Hello? Pinkie Pie?”

At once, a pink blur shot from where I could see the bakery connected to the Cake’s home and stopped right in front of us.

“Tavi!” a shrill voice squealed and I found myself being squished between Octavia and something else.

“Oh my gosh, I wasn’t sure when you’d get here. I thought you’d be another few days at the most, but I’m so happy you didn’t and that you’re here now!”

The voice was a pretty big giveaway, but the fast-talking and wording structure told me this was Pinkie Pie.

“Pinkie—” Octavia gasped as I started to feel a little light-headed from the warm air I was being forced to breathe in over and over. “—we can’t... breathe.”

Pinkie let us go, giving Octavia a confused look as she and I both gasped for air. “Us? But Vinyl wasn’t being hugged. Who...?” Her eyes fell on me and went wide. “Oh my gosh! Tavi, you’ve got a foal too?”

Octavia cough. “Um—” cough, cough— “yes.”

Pinkie squealed. “Ooh. This is great! Come on, let me show you in.”

Before any of us knew what had happened, Pinkie had grabbed the three of us in her forelegs, yanked us, then dropped us on the floor again, yet now we were in the Cake’s living room and there were several ponies gathered their too.

I frowned in confusion at the group. Mr. and Mrs Cake weren’t a normal and expected pair to see, but there was also Filthy Rich, Applejack and Lyra and Bonbon.

“Oh. Hey, Octavia!” the mint-green unicorn called, waving, before she walked over. “Good to see you.”

Okay. So Lyra knows Octavia. That makes sense. They both have jobs in music, after all. They seemed friendlier with each other than the Lyra and Octavia from Allegrezza or Anthropology though.

Then I blinked. Wait. Lyra’s voice... It was Emogak’s Lyra voice.

...

Well, she does do the best Lyra, so I guess that made sense.

“Yo, Pon-3,” Lyra grinned as Vinyl stepped up next to Octavia. “What up?”

Vinyl shook her head. “Lyra, please. When I’m not on the job just call me Vinyl, or I’ll start calling you Heartstrings all the time.”

Lyra chuckled. “Fine, fine.” It was then she noticed me. “Oh my gosh! Tavi! You two have a foal too?”

“Yeah,” Vinyl said casually. “Found her in a basket outside my apartment last night, with a note asking us to look after her and that her name’s Autum Breeze.”

While Vinyl spoke, I’d paused at what Lyra had said. You two have a foal too? While we were here because Pinkie had a foal, that seemed an odd sentence for Lyra to say. For that matter, why were she and Bonbon here anyway?

“Oh, look at her,” Bonbon said, coming closing, a warm smile on her face. “When she grow up, I’ll be she’s gonna break a lot of hearts.”

While the mares all giggled at that thought, my mind had froze like it had when first hearing Octavia, Vinyl and Lyra. Bonbon’s voice sounded like the one The Ghost used for her in Anthropology and TheLostNarrator’s reading of The Things We Do For....

The very idea shocked me so much it took me a moment to realize I was moving again. Octavia was taking me towards a playpen, where I could see several foals.

As Octavia took me out of the foal carrier and lowered me down, her eyes were on the pink foal. “That’s little Surprise, I take it?” she smiled.

Pinkie nodded vigorously. “Yep. And she sure lives up to her name.”

“Being your daughter that’s not very hard to believe,” Octavia muttered and I giggled as she quickly nuzzled my mane and whispered, “Play nice with the other foals, okay?” With that she walked away towards the other mares.

As they walked away I turned to look at the other foals... and my heart stopped cold. There were seven foals there. The Cakes and Surprise weren’t that much of shock, after all, Octavia and Vinyl had spoken about Surprise a lot during breakfast, on the way to Foal Services, YFN and Sugar Cube Corner, but the other four, or rather; three of the other four, made my eyes go wide.

One foal was grey with a white and very light-grey mane and tail and purple eyes. She was holding a spoon in her mouth, a big foal grin on her muzzle. The other two foals were a pink one with a white and pink mane and tail and blue eyes, while the other was an orangey-brown, with a mane that was red with pinkish-red stripes.

My mind locked in a way it hadn’t all day, and it had locked up a lot. Recognition hit me like a ton of bricks as I looked over the four foals.
I wrote a fic, back in June where I turned made the inner Pinkie, the part that had been locked away after she saw the Sonic Rainboom and that bronies liked portraying as a psychopath, come out as a foal that Pinkie named surprise. In that fic, I also foalified Babs Seed and Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon... and these were them.

I’d thought I’d just fallen into a world based on The Drunken Ramblings of Vinyl Record Scratch, but it seemed more like I’d fallen into a world that was made from both that one and that fic I’d never gotten online since I never got passed chapter three.

I had somehow been pulled into my own fanfic! How the hell did that happen?

It was now, however, that the other foal in the playpen decided to introduce themself, tapping me on the foreleg, snapping me out of my trance. This foal was the only colt aside from Pound Cake. He was a Pegasus, like Pound and myself, with a white coat, black mane and tail and blue eyes.

I frowned. For some reason he seemed familiar.

“Do I know yoo?” I asked, inwardly rolling my eyes at the slur.

The colt looked me up and down, frowning as well. He put a hoof to his chin, with an expression that said he was thinking. “Is youw name... Audum Bweeshe?”

It took me a moment to understand his words properly, before my eyes narrowed. “Yeah. Dat’s my name. What’s youws?”

His face changed to one of happiness and... relief? “Audum!” he cried, a huge smile spreading across his face. “Oh, tank da lowd. I was wowwied yoo just wooked wike yoo.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Um... do I know yoo?”

“Audum, it’s me,” he said, pointing his hooves at himself. “Night Mist. Fwom Fimfiction, wemember?”

I searched what little of my memories weren’t completely cloudy, before my eyes widened and a feeling of relief flowed through me. “Night Mist?! Oh, tank heawens!” I pulled him into a hug, happy to finally have someone I could talk to. Maybe he’d know what was going on.

“Wait,” I pulled away, frowning in confusion. “How’d yoo get hewe?”

He shrugged, shaking his head. “No cwue. I just woke up in Mama and Mommy’s house.”

I cocked an eyebrow. “Who?”

He blushed, then pointed outside the playpen, towards the mares and stallion chatting. His hoof was pointed at Lyra and Bonbon.

I glanced from them to him, my eyes widening yet again. “Lywa an’ Bonbon awe youw pawents?”

He folded his forelegs. “Yeah. Just wish I knoo how dough.”

I cocked my head. “Whaddaya mean?”

He sighed. “It’s wike dis. Twee days ago...”

Night Mist sighed as he sat on the bus headed for base. He’d been sent his next assignment just the other day and now was on his way to his next task.

He’d really wanted to just write the next chapter to My Little Foals: Friendship is Padded. Sure, he’d finally gotten chapter three out, but he’d really wanted to at least start on chapter four before having to go out on another assignment.

As he looked out at the scenery, his mind wandered over the him he’d written into that fic series. It would be so easy to just live a life like the foals in those stories.

He sighed. Even if it were, he couldn’t do anything about it. This was the real world. He could write whatever he wanted, but that was all it would ever be; a story. It wasn’t like he could go into a story and live it, though if he got the chance, he would do so without a second thought.

“So glad you feel that way,” a cheerful voice said.

He sat up and glanced around, trying to spot the speaker. The other people on the bus weren’t looking at him, or looked like they’d just talked to him and turned away to pretend they hadn’t.

“Oh, no. It wasn’t any of them. They can’t even hear me,” the voice sounded again.

He looked around, certain he’d see the speaker, only to see everyone else was minding their own business, not paying him the slightest bit of attention.

“So, you want to be a foal, do you?” the voice said, then chuckled. “Well, since I’ve finally figured out who’s been messing around, maybe I will, since I’m here. Have a lovely life.”

He was about to respond, when he heard a sound, like a clicking of fingers, before a white light blinded him and he remembered nothing more.

Lyra yawned as she stepped into the kitchen, her eyes slightly closed as she tried to wake herself up. Her performance last night had gone longer than she’d expected and it had been very late when she got home.

Luckily, Bonbon knew this. She was sitting at the table, enjoying her breakfast, but, sitting on the countertop was a fresh pot of coffee.

“Morning, honey,” Lyra yawned as she walked towards the pot.

“Good morning, dear,” the earth mare replied, not glancing up from her paper. “Sleep well?”

“Ha, ha,” Lyra said playfully sarcastic. She poured a cup of coffee, then took a huge gulp, savoring the hot, strong tasting liquid as it went down her throat.

“Better?”

Lyra heaved a sigh, then nodded. “Yeah. Man, I hate late nights. I feel like I wrestled with an Ersa Minor.”

There was a knock on their front door, causing both mares to glance at each other.

“Were you expecting company this morning?” Bonbon asked, cocking an eyebrow at her.

Lyra shook her head. “No. You?”

Bonbon shook her head.

Lyra groaned, turning and heading towards the front door. “It’s too early in for this!”

“It’s 11:34 in the morning,” Bonbon muttered, just loud enough for Lyra to hear.

“Yeah, well...” Lyra’s sleep-logged brain struggled to find a good comeback. “I just woke up, so it’s still too early for me.”

A chuckle followed her as she reached the door. She opened it with her magic, beginning to say, “Look, it’s early. Can this... please... wait?” She trailed off as she saw what was lying on the front step. A small basket, with blue blankets was sitting there. Inside the basket, sound asleep was a small foal with a white coat and black mane.

Lyra blinked, then extended her neck outside, glancing around, trying to spot the one who’d left the basket, but saw nopony.

When she was sure nopony was there, she looked down at the foal again. She could tell it was a colt from the facial structure. She could also tell he was really cute.

“Bonbon?” she called back into the house.

“Yeah, Lyra?” Bonbon’s voice called back.

“Can you come here for a minute?” She glanced down at the foal. “I think you should see this.”

A few minutes later they were sitting in the kitchen, Bonbon holding the little colt, who was now awake. When he’d woken up, he’d looked shocked, his eyes darting from one mare to the other, before his eyes filled with fear and tears welled in his eyes. Lyra and Bonbon had quickly done their best to calm him done. Now that he was calm, he seemed both interested in everything around him and confused.

“Did the note say anything else?” Bonbon asked as the little colt snuggled in a little better to get comfortable.

Lyra levitated the small note they’d found in the basket and read it aloud. “Please look after little Night Mist. I’m am entrusting you with his care.” She looked back up at her wife, shaking her head. “Nothing else. Just his name and somepony asking us to look after him.”

“Hmm,” Bonbon said, looking down at Night Mist, her expression contemplative.

“So... are we gonna do it? Look after him, I mean?” Lyra asked, lowering the note onto the table.

“I... I don’t know,” Bonbon sounded uncertain.

“Bonbon, we can’t not take care of him,” Lyra pointed to the note. “Somepony is putting their trust in us to look after their foal, probably because they can’t.”

“And you think we can?” Bonbon asked, a tone entering her voice. “Lyra, you’re not exactly Miss Responsible.”

Lyra frowned, then shook her head. “So, what? We’re just going to send him away, never to know what happened, even if it turns out he ends up somewhere that’s bad for him, when he could’ve had a good life with us?”

“But, Lyra...?” Bonbon said, but Lyra cut her off.

“Look, I know I’m not the most responsible pony in the world, but I know that somepony is trusting us with the life of their child and if we just shrug that off and send him away,” her voice went low, “then we don't even have the right to call ourselves ponies.”

Bonbon stopped, then glanced down at the foal in her hooves, before she noticed he was giving her a look similar to Lyra’s, only his was mixed with fear and a pleading expression.

She looked between him to her wife, then sighed, unable to stand the looks from the two of them anymore.

“Alight, alright. We’ll keep him.”

“Wa-hoo!” Lyra fist-bumped the air, then her horn glowed and she levitated Night Mist into her forehooves and held him up high. “Welcome to Ponyville, Nighty.”

The foal reciprocated by laughing and cooing.

Bonbon sighed, which caused Lyra to calm done. “Bon?”

Bonbon scratched her foreleg. “Lyra, I... I’m not sure I’m ready to be a mom. I mean, what am I meant to do? Where do I even start?”

A tiny growl suddenly came from the foal in Lyra’s hold and he blushed, his white face suddenly turning red.

Lyra chuckled, then levitated a box of mothering pills that were in the basket out. “First, we need to feed him. Care to do the honours for his first?”

I gave a slight grin to Night Mist as he finished his tale. “Dere wasn’ anyting ewse in da basket? No bweast pump?”

Night Mist shook his head. “Nope. I had to nuwse fwom hew diwec’ly .”

My grin turned even slier. “Fwom Bonbon? How’d hew miwk taste?”

His cheeks flushed red. “Wike candy.”

I couldn’t help it. I started giggling uncontrollably.

He frowned at me. “What’s so funny? Bet yoo had to, too.”

I giggled again, then said tauntingly, “Yoo said tu-tu.”

He rolled his eyes.

Once I’d stopped giggling I grinned. “Actuwy, I drank Mama’s miwk fwom a boddwe.”

He looked a little annoyed, then glanced at Vinyl and Octavia. “Who’s who?”

I pointed at Octavia, “Mama,” I pointed at Vinyl, “Mommy.”

He nodded, then did the same, Lyra being his Mama and Bonbon his Mommy.

I folded my forelegs. “Why can’t we say deir names?”

He shrugged. “Guess it’s someting in ouw new foaw bwains, tewwing us subonsiouswy to caw dem eidew mama ow mommy.”

I nodded. Sounded as good as anything... plus the fact that we didn’t have many other options and decided to move to another topic.
“So, who yoo tink did dis? Discowd?”

He nodded, sighing. “Dat memowy is one o’ da foo I have weft. I wecognised him aftew tinking it owew.”

I nodded, sighing. Should’ve figured. I wrote that Discord was investigating who was changing ponies into foals in chapters one and two. Should’ve guess that’d come back to bite me in the butt.

“So, dis is da wowld o’ youw fic made weal?” Night Mist asked, looking around. “Weww, at weast yoo kept it simple... You okay?”

I’d frozen, my eyes going wide as they could possibly go. What he’d just said had happened as I looked at the other foals, Diamond, Silver and Babs in particular.

If this was a world based on my fic, and everything I’d written had actually happened in this world... that meant...

Night Mist grew very worried by the look on Autum’s face. She looked like she’d just seen somepony die, right in front of her.

“Audum?” he asked, leaning forward and prodding her shoulder.

She slowly turned to him, tears welling in her eyes. “I kiwwed dem.”

He blinked. “What?”

The tears started to trail down her cheeks and she began to sniffle. “I... I wote dat... Babs and Siwew onwy get... n-new famwies cos deir... deir weal famwies died in a fiwe in Manehattan. A-an’ if ewyting I w-wote is weal dan dat means... dat means...”

It took several moments for Night Mist to understand what she was getting at and when he did, his eyes widened and his gut drop. He’d heard Lyra and Bonbon talking about it the day he’d arrived. Bonbon had been reading about how recovery efforts were happening in Manehatten after one of the worst fires it had seen in years.

A lot of ponies had been hurt during the fire, whether from burns or other injuries and four had died. Bonbon hadn’t said who, but from the look on Autum’s face and the way she was looking at Babs and Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon he know understood who had perished in the flames.

He also knew what was going through Autum’s mind.

“I-I... I kiwwed dem!” she cried, the tears flowing faster down her cheeks. “I kiwwed dem! I’m a muwdewew! I’m a bad pony!”

With that she burst into wails so loud Night and the other foals quickly put their hooves over their ears.

“Audum!” he shouted over her crying, trying to be heard. “It’s not youw fauwt! Yoo couldn’a known!”

But the distraught filly didn’t hear him and her wails only grew louder.

The adults hurried over, Octavia quickly reaching down and picking up the wailing foal, who buried herself into the mare’s fur, soaking it with her tears.

Vinyl sighed. She was sitting at the table, frowning at it, as if doing so would make it answer her questions.

She couldn’t understand what had happened. She and Tavi had been enjoying a nice chat with the other ponies and learning of the ways they became parents (in Filthy Rich’s case, again and twice over, since one of the foals was originally his daughter already) and how Lyra and Bonbon had gotten their foal, Night Mist, a similar way to them and Autum, when said foal suddenly began wailing at the top of her lungs. They’d tried to calm her down, but it was impossible.

The sound of hoofsteps made her look up as Octavia walked down the stairs, came over and sat down across from her.

“How’s she doing?”

Octavia sighed, shaking her head. “She’s asleep... but only because she cried so much she tired herself out.”

Vinyl said nothing, thinking about the situation. Something that really bugged her was the pain they’d heard in Autum’s voice as she cried.

“You heard it, right, Vinyl?” Octavia asked, her voice quiet. “The pain in her voice?” She looked down, her eyes as sad as her face. “I’ve never heard a pony with such sadness in their voice, and she’s just a foal. No music could describe the sorrow I heard in that.”

Vinyl nodded. There were no words for the grief they’d all heard in Autum’s crying. It had been so powerful it had caused the other foals to cry, though none as hard as her. Night Mist hadn’t cried as hard as the others, though he was clearly upset that Autum had been so upset.
Vinyl got up, moved around the table and pulled Octavia into an embrace. The mare had started crying herself.

“I don’t know what to do, Vinyl,” she sobbed, returning the embrace tightly. “She needs help, but I don’t know what to do, how to help her. What do I do?”

Vinyl said nothing. I wish I knew, Octavia, she thought sadly. She hated seeing Octavia like this; it tore at her, especially when she couldn’t do anything.

Still, she held onto her, giving her what little comfort she could. It was all she could do.

The human version of me stood over Manehatten. The city was ablaze with fire. Ponies were running and screaming, trying to flee. I just stood there, staring as I watched my human self destroying the great city.

Stop it! I tried to cry, but my voice couldn’t be heard over all the other screams, explosions and chaos. Stop this, please! They didn’t do anything to deserve this!

At that moment, the human me turned, his eyes fixed on something and he reached down. When he stood again, five ponies were held in his hand. They all looked similar to Babs Seed and Silver Spoon in design and colour pallet. It was their families, the families I’d killed.

No! I screamed as his hand exploded into flame and they all screamed as the fire consumed them. Stop it! Please! STOP! I fall to the ground and buried my face in my hooves, sobbing.

ENOUGH!

The booming voice sent a wave of something over the city. My human self and the ponies he’d been holding faded away, disappearing like ripples in water, as did the flames and all others, followed shortly after by the city itself.

I looked up when I felt a wing drape over me and saw Princess Luna looking down sadly at me.

P-P-P-P-Princess L-Luna? I whimpered, blinking up at her through my tears.

She gave me a sad expression and leaned down to nuzzle me. It is not your fault, little one, she said softly.

Yes it is! I sobbed, shaking my head. I wrote that Silver Spoon and Babs’ families died in that fire. It’s all my fault that they’re dead! I’m a murderer!

Luna only leaned her head against mine, sighing. You are not a murder, child. You could not have known what you wrote would become real, nor that you would see the results of your actions firsthoof.

I sniffled as she pulled away and I looked up at her. B-but...

She shook her head. You will never be responsible for this, young one. Your actions were not intentional. You did not intend for their families to actually perish. You are not and will not ever be to blame.

I continued to sniffle and she leaned down and nuzzled me again. Please, child. Do not torment yourself with what you could not control. You gave those fillies another chance, a better chance. And nopony will ever blame you for that.

I wiped my eyes, looking away. I bet their parents do. I took them from their children.

The Alicorn shook her head. I can assure you, they do not blame you in the slightest.

I looked up at her, uncertainty and guilt still digging inside me. Promise?

She gave a wry smile. Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.

Slowly a smile came to my face and I snuggled against the mare, enjoying the warmth of her body as I slowly drifted away.

Celestia cricked her neck as she left the throne room, ready for her daily break. As she headed towards her room, she saw Luna returning to her own.

“Good day, Luna,” she called, increasing her pace a little.

The other Alicorn stopped, turned and smiled warily at her elder sister. “Good day, Tia.”

“Are you okay?” Celestia asked as she reached her sister. “Was somepony having a nightmare during a nap?” She knew Luna’s job of protecting their subjects as they slept wasn’t restricted to the night. There were those that slept during the day, whether because they were nocturnal or just having a nap.

Luna sighed and nodded. “I will be turning in a little early today. I should be rested enough come night. I had to help one filly with a horrible dream created by her guilt. Luckily, little Autum Breeze is fine now.”

Celestia smiled. “Autum Breeze. That’s a lovely name for a filly. By chance, who’s filly is she?”

Luna chuckled. “She is the new foal of Octavia Melody and Vinyl Scratch, or DJ-PON3 as she is more commonly known.”

Celestia arched an eyebrow. “Really? When did those two become mothers?”

Luna frowned, slight confusion entering her eyes. “She was found on their doorstep in a basket with a note saying nothing but her name and asking for them to look after her.”

Celestia got a small kernel of worry she didn’t fully understand in her stomach.

“Um... about that.” A popping sound announced the arrival of the chaos master. “I turned the human turning ponies into foals into one him— er, herself. Sort of a poetic justice, if you will and gave her a friend who has committed similar actions, but...”

“But...?” Celestia’s expression hardened as she looked at the draconequus. When he didn’t answer, she said in a stern tone, “Discord, what did you do?”

He fiddled with his fingers, looking anywhere but at the Sun Goddess. “Well, it turns out that I put a little too much chaos magic into her transformation.”

“And?”

“You see, I changed her, well, him at the time, into his/her OC, a pony who’s special talent is to bring the season of Autumn and change the colour of the leaves and, well...”

“Spit it out, Discord!” Celestia’s fur bristled.

Discord gulped, looking to Luna for support, only to see she’d already done the smart thing and ducked into her room and locked it behind her.

Discord shrank, literally, under Celestia’s burning gaze.

“I might have, um... made her... immortal?”

Author's Notes:

Luna: Greetings, viewers of the internet.

Discord could not do this... Author's Note due to... Well... *coughs* Let's just say Tia is teaching him why just creating an immortal out of the blue is not wise... though i feel that is what she did with Twilight Sparkle, the hypocrite.

Anyway, the next chapter of this story will not be for some time. I will be giving little Autum access to a computer so that that one may continue with Living Nightmare and all the other stories written on this website.

We hope you all are doing well and... what is it Autum usually says at the end of these...?

Ah ha, i know. Until next time, later everypony!