A/N: Seems like I was too late, after all. I should have seen that coming. I should have seen a lot of things coming.

"Ow..." I whisper, as I barely manage to remain conscious. I seriously doubt I have the energy to open my eyes, so I refrain from trying. I don't need to look to know how serious my condition is. I'm going to die.

A/N: "Shut up. You're not dying."

"Heh. Yes, I am, and you know I am," I say, smiling sadly at the sound of my friend's voice. It would seem my special guest has finally arrived. "It was your idea."

A/N: "That's... that's not fair. I didn't mean for it to be like this."

"What did you mean, then?" I don't really mind, I suppose. It was fun while it lasted. "It doesn't matter. What are you going to do now?"

A/N: "What kind of question is that? What can I do now?"

"Don't be like that. My death doesn't really change anything, you know."

A/N: "Bullshit it doesn't. But I was thinking more of 'what do I do about the three batshit crazy ponies in my study', to be honest."

"That's your problem now," I say, smiling again as I feel myself slipping away. "Just make sure you live through this, OK?" After everything, I would prefer it if my death wasn't for nothing. "I'd like to know that your plan works."

A/N: "I'm sorry. For everything."

"It's OK," I say with my last few breaths, "you... you tried."

A/N: And with that, it seems my narrator has died. I pause for a few moments and gather my thoughts.

"... What do I do now?" It begins to dawn on me, that everything I just did may have been a colossal waste of time.