You wake up to another average day in Equestria. Honestly? There's nothing of note to talk about. You get out of bed. Do your normal Triple S. You don't have any plans. You have a simple bowl of cereal. You don't have anything on your mind. You're caught in the wheels of the endless monotony of routine. There's nothing to talk about. Only the day-to-day mindlessness that keeps us going.

It's such a tangled web we weave, living another day to do the same things the next in a never ending cycle of spending currency to gain currency. What progress do we make? What difference do we achieve? Are we expanding the way people think? Are we revolutionizing anyone's frame of mind? Can we teach others to learn from new perspectives and innovate what we do on a daily basis? Or is all of our work for naught? Can we truely live and impact the world? Can you, as a human, impact Equestria? Can you, as a human, sitting in front of a computer screen that's patiently waiting for Priest to get off his fucking high horse aleady, change the world or make an impact in our community?

Maybe not. But are we even really trying?

There's three gentle knocks on the door, and you rise from your seat, because it's what you're supposed to do. It's all you know how to do. If you did not do it, it would not be written. It gives you worth. It gives you meaning.

You open the door, and you feel as if your eyes have been lit ablaze.

Sitting on the porch, beaming up at you, is the most horrid monstrosity you've ever seen. And it's not Lyler.

"HIYA ANON!?!?1" says the beast.

"What the actual fuck are you?" you groan. "Do I need to call the cops? I can't handle two stalkers."

"Oh, silly Anon! <3" says the creature, who says her words in a way to imply there would be a heart at the end of her words. "Don't you recognize me? XD I'M FLUTTERSHY!!! XDDDDD"

You stand, facing down the creature who doesn't even remotely look like Fluttershy. She's entirely black, and has three horns in addition to her two wings. The pupils of her eyes are black, and the butterflies on her rear were crossed out crudely with red paint and was replaced with a bloody knife with a pentagram symbol.

"No. You aren't Fluttershy. You're-"

"I KNOW!" she says aloud. "I was reading on the webbernetz, and I found this really kewl site where I gotz all deez sweet idears. I thought I'd try them out on you and hope I can get your hot monkey dock."

You stare at her for a second.

"Did you just say dock?"

"Yeah! XDDD," she says, actually saying the letters. "It's like dick and cock at the same time, so now it's 20% kewler. And I don't go by the name Fluttershy anymore. I prefer to be called RaynWolf. With a Y. I'm a super alicorn now that is best friends with Twilight and Celestia and Luna. And I got to help with Cadance's and Shining Armor's wedding and-"

"Okay, Let's wind back a second," you say, placing a hand on your forehead. "No one pony, for any reason, needs to be saying, doing, have done... ANYTHING that you said. This is just getting rediculous. Can you please-"

"B-but! I-I wanna talk about how I ran away from home as Filly to persue my dream and it's sorta implied I have a romance with the god of Chaos and-"

"Hold that thought, I'm listening. Keep talking," you say before stepping inside.

"A-and. Uh And I got magical powers from a race of tiny butterfly ponies. And I have a brother that appeared from nowhere that I'm better at in every way. O-oh! and once I wrestled a bear and made it cry! I-I'm all tough and strong, and one day I'm going to be a princess and rule over equestria. I'm so cool and awesome and everyone-"

You step in the doorway, holding a pump action shotgun. You cock it and aim it at the abomination.

"What did you do with Fluttershy, you foul creature?" you say.

The beast takes a step back.

"W-what?"

"I know you. I know you well," you growl at it. "You're the cancer. You're the cancer of Fimfiction. You take many forms, but all of them red or black in nature. You take perfectly good intentions and burn them into the ground in poor execution and taste. Everything gets ruined once you touch a story. Everything becomes edgy and overpowered."

You advance on the creature, the barrel of your weapon pointed directly between her eyes. Tears flow down her eyes as she backs up.

"B-but. I-I wanna talk about my favorite band, Black Pony Brides!"

"No, we're done here. I refuse to stoop down to your level, scum. Any last words before I send you back down to Pony Hell?"

The beast gulps, looking from side to side.

"I-I have a gift card to Pony Topic... a-and I'm in a relationship with the only human in Equest-"

The shot rings out throughout Ponyville, and the beast spasms. Tenticles burst forth from it's mass and it's face melts, twists and distorts into a mass of flesh. Eight spider-like legs burst out of the troso and lifts up into the air. You unload another shell into the creature and quickly load in two more caps.

It spits acid like juices at you, and you narrowly dodge to the side as it burns at your clothes. Pulling the trigger, you put the beast out of it's misery.

Silence falls in front of your house as you try to catch your breath. With a flutter of wings, a yellow pegasus descends from the sky. She gasps and puts a hoof to her mouth.

"W-was it..."

"Yeah. An edgy OC. They found us. But we won't let it seep in. We can keep them out."

Fluttershy looks around the scene and pokes the OC with a stick. It remains still as she stares down at it.

"I-I suppose edgy OC's aren't your fetish, are they?" Fluttershy asks.

"No, Fluttershy. They aren't. And if you ever see one again... tell me immediately. We can't let the infection spread," you mutter.

The two of you stare down at the mutilated OC corpse, hoping to god that you'll never see something like it again.