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Oh! I can't believe we're making a sequel! It's gonna be called 'Anothersuperfantasticalstory!"

by Aragon

Chapter 1: Twelfth chapter: part one - Oh! I-I put the twelfth chapter first? Sorry!

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Twelfth chapter: part one - Oh! I-I put the twelfth chapter first? Sorry!

Oh, my, I can’t believe I put the number twelve instead of number one. Sorry! Um, how should I start this now?

Ah! I know!

Applejack, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Aragón, Twilight, Pinkie Pie, Pinkamena, Spike and Peewee were standing on the same place they had been when Louis had gone away. And they suddenly noticed they didn’t know where they were. A couple minutes ago, they had been talking in Rarity’s bedroom. But now? Everything was unclear. Maybe they were in Ponyville. Maybe they were in the Everfree Forest for some reason. Maybe they were in a white void without any kind of environment around them.

It didn’t really matter, though. The important thing was not around their bodies, but inside a certain character’s mind. This certain character had just experienced something that cannot be described without using words as ‘future’, ‘precognition’ and, let’s be honest, ‘somebody took a  weird mushroom here’.

And then, the guy who had all those visions talked.

“Girls…” Aragón said. And then paused, not knowing what to say. “Girls,” he tried again, “this is not over.”

There’s this unspoken law in media –either books or cinema or theater– about how living beings react to fear, surprise or astonishment. Characters can do two things: they can start screaming like a bunch of crazy monkeys, which is more or less realistic and difficult to portray in a written script (although you can use the metaphor ‘crazy monkeys’ and it kinda works) or they can stand still without saying anything. Like statues, just breathing a little more and trembling like a flan in winter. And then they sloooooowly turn around (to see the monster that’s behind them) or look up (to see the monster that’s above them) or start dancing and singing (if you’re watching a musical. In which case I may add that you’re the monster).

Last time I checked this was not a musical though, so the ponies (and Spike and Peewee, although I’m going to say just ‘the ponies’ or ‘the girls’ from now on and you can guess I’m talking about them too) tried to locate the voice that was talking, but they couldn’t. It was neither up nor down, and definitely not by their sides. They seemed to be a little scared when they found out the voice was not only talking about clichés in literature or theater, but describing what they were doing. That was the moment when one of them, a pink mare with straight hair, broke the silence.

“Cut out the bullshit,” she said. The mare’s name was Pinkamena. “We know my name! Louis, I thought this was the ending! What the hell are you doing?!”

“Continuing with the story,” said Applejack. The narration is not going to describe her as it has done with Pinkamena. The reason is simple: Pinkamena has a point; we already know who they are. Just picture Applejack talking. “And I don’t like it at all. This is bad news.”

“Girls, I don’t think the narration is Louis.” Aragón, still in alicorn form, gulped. “It doesn’t sound like him, and… well, I just know it isn’t him. He and me are something like clones, so we can feel each other and that kind of shit.”

Silence. The narration said a couple more things. Like this one. Or this one. Or even this one. And suddenly it stopped.




And then the narration returned and they all started talking at the same time. Well, maybe ‘talking’ is not a good description of what happened. You see, each one was doing something completely different. Fluttershy was screaming, Pinkie Pie was bouncing and laughing with a big smile on her face. Aragón, Applejack, Rainbow Dash and Rarity were yelling, but their voices mixed up and nobody could understand what they were talking about. Spike was just staring at the sky, looking scared. Peewee did nothing. He surely was thinking about life and death or some similar weird phoenix thing. And Twilight was casting a spell with both eyes closed, who knows why. It’s not like she could just make a ‘zing’ noise and then locate the narrator.

*Zang!*

“I’ve found it! I know where the voice is coming from!” she suddenly said, smiling and turning to the others, who stopped being loud and listened to her. Well. Really, I have no one to blame for this but me. Saying that kind of things out loud, what was I thinking? Although she didn’t make a ‘zing’ noise after all.

Oh-kay, so this wasn’t entirely supposed to happen. The cue here is that the narration has to be like, mysterious and unnerving and fascinating. Or just mysterious, if you’re not feeling generous today (which is a very bad thing, I may add).

But it’s not like I can just rewind this and write everything again. Oh no, that would be just tiring. Anyway, I guess I’ll come up with something eventually. And –wait. Wait, wait, wait. I’m here right now, right? Like, I’m actually here, I’m not just the narrator. Or so I think, after all twelve is a… Hum. Yes, that should work. Let me check.

“The narrator,” said Twilight, “it’s” and then she said something else but you won’t be hearing it. Okay, this is good news, I was right all along!

Oh, this can be a little confuse I guess. Sorry. You see, they can’t talk if I’m not narrating them, because, well, I’m the narrator. Without a narrator a story just doesn’t work, right? So if I refuse to tell what’s happening it’s not happening. Simple!

So, Twilight said something that you aren’t going to hear, dear reader. And, what a surprise, the girls didn’t hear it either (again: if I don’t tell you what’s happening, it’s not happening. Isn’t storytelling marvelous?). Not even Twilight did, and she was the one talking, so this was pretty strange for everybody.

Then all started yelling and screaming and talking and being loud in general once again, but soon they realized that it was useless. Mostly because I’m not narrating anything, so they couldn’t hear themselves. Yes, you’ve heard well, if I don’t say what you’re saying then nobody can hear you, not even yourselves. So, you should stop talking. Rainbow Dash, I’m also talking to you. Yes, you. Stop talking. No, I’m not narrating you even if you keep –okay, thank you, Applejack. Even though a hoof to her mouth is not the most polite way to shut her up I have to admit it works perfectly.

So, are you all quiet now? Yes? Good. Ahem. Let me narrate this the correct way.

They were all quiet now, because the narrator simply refused to narrate their words. It was such a shame, they thought. Also, Rainbow Dash was thinking some very hurtful things about the narrator, which is certainly something that’s annoying me right now.

“…Asshole.”

See? Now everybody can read that word and knows you’re impolite. Shame on you, Rainbow Dash.

The girls didn’t seem to be angry at Rainbow Dash, and Rainbow Dash herself didn’t seem shamed at all, so maybe my strategy didn’t work. Well, at least I’ve tried. Forgive me for trying to put some sense into this story! Certainly, if there’s something that’s lacking here is education. Don’t you think, Fluttershy?

“Eeeeeeep!”

Uh. Well, that was surely useful.

Anyway, now everybody was just looking at the sky –because when a strange voice is narrating you your first reaction is always to look at the sky– with an angry face, trying to understand what exactly was going on. Then, something weird happened.

Well, more than just one thing, really.  You could say that two weird things happened at the same time. Pinkamena exploded, for example. Just like that. One moment she’s there, looking angrily at the sky, and then poof! A lot of white smoke and she was nowhere to be seen. Anyway, she showed up on the same place with another poof! like if nothing had happened, so it wasn’t so bad after all. It was just, well, weird.

What about the other strange thing? Al the ponies but Aragón suddenly zoned out and saw something in their minds. What did they see?

It was a human. Not too tall, not too short, brown hair and glasses. A male, definitely. They didn’t know for sure if he was handsome or ugly because, well, ponies know nothing about humans. Although Rainbow Dash thought his clothes weren’t exactly awesome, and Rarity muttered something about ‘fashionably obsolete’. The human was in something that resembled a table in a kitchen, typing on a computer very similar to the one that Pinkie Pie had owned for a little time.

The human was frowning while typing. His writing was cut by sudden pauses that, at first, weren’t too usual, but by the time he had written more than one page or so, he was spending three minutes doing nothing per every minute typing.

And then, after a particularly long pause, he stood up, raised his arms to the ceiling, yelled something among the lines of “FUCK IT, I’M NOT DOING THIS RIGHT NOW, YOU’RE ON YOUR FUCKING OWN RIGHT NOW, HAVE YOU HEARD ME?!” and turned off the computer.

He then turned around and looked directly at one of the walls from the kitchen. He was surprisingly angry. “YOU WANT TO GO AND FUCK AROUND?! OKAY THEN! I’ve spent like, three hours planning this, and it just doesn’t make sense!

He kicked the wall. It didn’t seem to be useful at all. Grabbing his foot, the man continued with his diatribe.

“So, you’re on your own! I’ll toss that shit on the stupid fic and you can do whatever you want. I don’t care. You want me to write? I’ll write!” He snorted. “But if it doesn’t make sense, it’s YOUR FAULT!

“Stupid ponies… you know what? Fuck it, I’m going for a beer.”

And then the vision banished.

Now, I don’t want to be a party pooper, but this didn’t make a lot of sense, right? Yes, I thought so. In fact, this has been entirely confusing. Luckily for us, there’s only a human character in this story, and it’s not precisely the protagonist. In fact, he’s not a ‘character’ at all, if we want to be as specific as possible. So, well, no wonders, we all know who that man was.

No? Oh. Well, he was Louis, my dear. Yes. Yes, he actually gave up before starting. I don’t exactly know what does that mean, if you want me to tell the truth.

Anyway, it’s not like the girls are going to remember this. You see, remember the rules? Levels, narration, censorship, etcetera? And the fourth wall? It doesn’t work here. This is a, let’s call it ‘special’ chapter. Because, well, this is a special chapter. There’s no other reason.

Yes, I’m afraid you aren’t going to understand anything right now. Luckily for you, it won’t last long. I’m sure the girls are going to find out what’s happening soon. And then everything will be as smooth and understandable as before.

But anyway, although the chapter is not ending, I think I should go. This is only the first half of this chapter, you see. But it will be a long time until you see part two! Don’t worry though, the next chapter is going to follow up the story from the exact point we left it.

Not like the characters are going to remember anything, of course. Why? Well, I already said this was a special chapter!

Also, of course, there’s this question everybody’s asking right now. Who am I? Who’s the narrator? Is this story using the same mystery as the first one, really?

No! The author is Louis Aragón, that can’t be changed. He’s the one writing (although we just saw he gave up. Uh) but he’s not the one talking. I am the one talking.

But, who am I? Well, I’m certainly a girl, that’s for sure. I’m not an original character either. I’m an actual part of this story.

Why am I here, why am I the narrator? Questions, questions. We need to find the answers. The girls also need to find the answers. Will they get them? Only time will tell, I think.

Will I be the narrator in the next chapter? I… don’t really know. Hmm. I’m new at this, you see.

Anyway, this special chapter is ending. Oh! Prologue!. I should have named it Prologue, not ‘special chapter’. Hm. Well, you can’t change what’s already done after all.


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