As Vinyl walked through the streets of Ponyville she still couldn't find anypony around.

I look around at the empty streets and the door open behind me, momentarily stunned. The door shut on it's own, appearing to lead into some building.

`Maybe there was a town meeting I missed.` Thought Vinyl. As she came upon a split in the road Vinyl turned left, towards the town hall.

"Um, excuse me?" I ask into the open air, directing my voice towards the loud overhead voice.

I- what...? A... a question? No, no, that's not possible. You can't have a meaningful contribution to the narrative Vinyl, that's not how this goes. You- Wait. You're not Vinyl. No, of course not. Vinyl doesn't ask questions. She can't. What have you done with Vinyl? I need a mare that makes choices, not a mare that inquires! You're ruining the narrative! Oh, who am I kidding, it's already ruined...

"I'm sorry...?" I say, unsure of what the voice could be talking about.

No, I don't think you are. You don't seem capable of trust, or even simple tasks like following directions. You couldn't just listen, play along. If you're going to take the place of Vinyl you have to be good at it. Vinyl wouldn't have questioned me. Vinyl would have just went down a road. Any road really. She doesn't need the power of inquiry, she has the power of choice. She might have listened to me, but she could ignored me. At least then the story would have resolution.

"I could still make a choice." I tell him, stepping towards the left door eagerly. I hope that this will fix whatever problem there is.

No, no, no, no. We can't have that! the doors shut swiftly and I take a step away from the door.

"Why not?" I ask incredulously.

Because you're not the main character of this story! A story in which the main character suddenly changes somewhere in the middle. No for a coherent story we're going to have to reset this.

This is not Vinyl. This was, in fact, nobody. Being that nobody knew her, or where she came from. She was, by definition, a Nothing. But what was she doing here? What purpose could she serve to the story? But because of the sole fact that this Nothing seemed determined to press forward despite the crushing pointlessness of her existence, she did so.

I blink as my vision starts to clear, revealing a living room of sorts. This room in and of itself was disorienting. It was split down the middle into two very different designs.

This nothing was so absolutely detached from the story at hand, that the present situation completely baffled her. This task didn't seem very difficult, considering the amount of thought that went into her plan in the first place. Step 1: Replace important character. Step 2: well... she hadn't really planned that far.

"I didn't MEAN to take... Vinyl's? You mean Vinyl Scratch? I didn't mean to take her place." I correct the voice.

Well, that's obvious from the piss poor job your doing. Vinyl would have been halfway to Ponyville by now, while your stuck here bumbling over every little thing. Isn't it apparent by the open front door that that's where you go? I swear, it's like I'm narrating a two year old.

I ignore the rude comments and look at the open door. I step out and find a dirt pathway, surrounded by tall metal gates.

Now, seeing as this Nothing had no idea what she was doing, it seemed pertinent to show her the proper path. If this nobody had any real idea what this story was supposes to be she may have noticed that Vinyl's roommate was mysteriously missing. But seeing as such a character means Nothing to nobody, nobody moved forward for the sake of narrative development.

"My names not nobody. My names Pixel. Pixel Berry." I correct, a little angry at his continued insults. "This certainly isn't like the animation..." I mutter, thinking on Doors.

This no one continued to scream at the voice pointlessly. She was so desperate for some interaction in this sudden ghost town that she'd taken to talking to the voice she'd been hearing. She...

There was a long pause as I stopped walking, I had only stopped to listen to the voice.

No, I can't do this. It's just not the same. I liked the choices, and I can't stand the inquiries. Why couldn't you just act like Vinyl. The story doesn't need you, I don't need you, and Vinyl most certainly doesn't need you. You see that door?

I look back down the path at the door I had just walked through. It was closed. "Yeah?" I ask hesitantly.

It's unlocked now. Go ahead, step on through it.

"Where does it lead?" I ask, walking up and opening it.

I don't know! You figure it out. I don't have any answers, I only know the outcomes. And even now I don't really know. All I know is the story, and with you... well, there is no story. The story gets confused. It's all just chaos now. There isn't even any narrative contradiction because there is no narrative! You've ruined it all with your being here! I don't know what's on the other side of that door because it isn't part of the story. I don't even know how it got there. But you aren't a part of the story either, so just go in there and leave me alone.

"I'm sorry." I say hesitantly, taken aback by his tone. I don't know if I could even cheer him up.

If you’re really sorry then just leave. Maybe then Vinyl will be back. Maybe then the story will be fixed. Maybe then… Maybe then we can be happy. Me and her. Oh, I hate to think what’s become of her. She was all that was left, her and the story. No, that’s not quite right… She is the story. What point is there for a narrator without a story?

I look at the door anxiously. It has to be my exit, but what about him? I look back and up, not sure where exactly he is watching from. I take a deep breath and take a step through the door.

And the narrator was happy.

Author's Notes:

This chapter is based on an unpublished book of derpystarlet77. Even though it was a short chapter, I greatly appreciate whatever I may receive. I hope many of you may join in and be glad that your book may be heard of by this book itself.