By all means, this story is something that involves everyone and everything. From the Human in Equestria stories to the Clop Fics, we are all connected. We all have the power of creation. Create worlds, create characters, create just about everything. And it all begins with you, the writer. For this one, we'll be following a guy name Kevin. Kevin is a twenty year old, second year at university, and watches many different shows. From the outside, you'd see a fairly normal guy. Funny sometimes, serious other times, but an alright guy. But when he goes to write, Kevin disappears from that world, and a whole new Kevin is born.
It was dark in the Everfree Forest tonight, far more than usual. But a bright light shined to change that. But it wasn't just a bright light, it was an opening, or in this case, an exit. Out stepped a human, dressed in a white tuxedo with a black shirt underneath, also wearing a Clone Trooper helmet. The light closed off, and he was all alone in the dark forest. Danger lurking around every corner. Clone was left puzzled.
"Did I leave off during the night?" He asked. "Or was it mid day?" He took out a pen, something all writers had, but was unique to each writer. He tapped it against the breathing spout of his helmet. He then snapped his fingers. "Of course. It was mid day." He began moving his pen around in the air, and the world around him changed. The sky turned from black to blue, the animals from nocturnal to diurnal, and the scene from peaceful to action packed. There before him suddenly was a battle frozen in place, between ponies and Alicorns. The Alicorns being the villains and the Ponies being our heroes. He left the battle to be quite desperate. The characters he had, Twilight Sparkle, Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Spike, and his original character Orion, were trying their best to survive. "And now it's time for the fight to start again." The battle resumed. Ponies firing beams of energy at the Alicorns, Alicorns raining fire on the ponies. His character, Orion, got pinned under an Alicorn called Midnight. Midnight was a black Alicorn with blue eyes, with a wish to see all things silent.
"Orion..." The dark Alicorn whispered. "Why do you persist on making the world a loud and destructive place with that band of rebels?" Clone loved moments like these, moments where his character had a moment to shine. The reader could find out who he was. Was he a coward? Was he a hero that had the rank taken away and still does good? Or does he have a secret agenda? Everybody would find out in the response. Orion was about to speak when something unexpected happen.
"Hi Clone!" Clone turned to see a fellow writer, "Peppy Greyskull", creator of the "After That Faithful Night" story. He was quite peeved that she had entered his process without permission.
"Peppy, what are you doing here?" All the characters stopped what they were doing and looked at the bipedal creature talking with the strange pony wearing a white poofy shirt. Now many wonder what would happen if characters met their creator. Would the universe disappear in a puff of insanity? Or would the characters treat the writer like a god? Clone answered all these questions with a statement as he turned to the characters. "Take five guys." All the characters previous hostile slouched and went off in their different directions. Twilight Sparkle and a Alicorn named Azure, previously engaged in battle, were now discussing magical theory. Rarity was off with Spike to engage in social interaction of their own (ahem). Orion and Midnight were off nerding about the new game in Equestria, "Mass Equine 3."
"My Sheepdog is so going paragon." Midnight said with a happy tone. Orion scoffed at this statement.
"Renegade for life baby." Characters, while normally in story would be trying to destroy each other, were now peaceful, and friendly. Pinkie Pie bounced over to the Clonetrooper.
"Hey Clone, who's this pony?" the exuberant, energetic, enigma that was Pinkie Pie asked.
"This is Peppy, 'she's' another writer like myself." Clone said. It was often asked how people could tell what emotion Clone was feeling. Need a face to be able to tell emotion. Truth is, he could use his voice to do it. He knew people wouldn't be able to tell how we was feeling by looking at him. So he practiced his voice in every form. And the voice he used here? Happy.
"Then how come she's a pony?"
"Writers like us can exist in this realm through avatars."
"Avatars?" Pinkie asked. Clone thought for a moment, and explained in a simple form.
"Avatars are a representation of what we want to be perceived as. So I'm a Clone Trooper wearing a suit as you can see here." He spun around to show his white outfit. "Now Peppy wants to be perceived as a pony, because that's how she sees herself when writing. She's still human, but in here she's represented as a pony." Pinkie nodded her head and smiled.
"I get it! But that leaves another question." Clone nodded and turned to Peppy.
"What are you doing here? By the laws of the Homer Constitution, you're not supposed to be in here and visible." The Homer Constitution was created by many early writers who discovered the plane of existence where all writing takes place. It was made so writers wouldn't interfere with each others works. While some may get away with theft, the Constitution stops the majority of it.
"Well then grant me permission!" Peppy yelled. Clone sighed and took out his pen and wrote Peppy's name into the sky, giving Peppy permission to walk in the world. "That's better." She said exuberantly. "Listen, I could use your help in my story. Just to check things over." Clone folded his arms and looked down.
"I could if you wanted me to. But are you sure you wouldn't want someone else? I mean I have very strong ideas about the way your fic should head." Peppy smiled and turned her back to Clone.
"It's just a looksee Clone. It just feels like something is off about that world. I can't explain it." Clone looked to Pinkie Pie who was giving him a warm smile.
"Alright let's take a look at it." Clone said with determination. He turned to his characters. "Hey guys, take off for the day okay? I got some stuff to take care of." The crowd of characters yelled in approval and went off in their own way. Only Twilight Sparkle remained.
"Clone? Can I come along?" Twilight was always curious about anything new, perhaps too much for her own good.
"I don't know Twilight, it's not something you're supposed to do. It could be dangerous for you meet another version of yourself. And you might be disappointed with what you see." Twilight was taken back by this.
"I can handle seeing new worlds Clone. I've faced down giant threats time and time again. I'm-" Clone stopped Twilight there.
"I'm sure you can handle seeing a new world Twilight, but you may not like the version of yourself that you'll see in this story." Twilight looked away, giving some thought to what he said. She looked to him.
"I can handle it. Please let me go there with you." Clone stroked the chin of his helmet and looked to Peppy, who gave a happy nod. Clone took a new and said,
"Alright Twilight, but don't say I didn't warn you." Twilight gave a big smile and materialized study equipment that she would be needing for her little expedition.
"Thank you so much Clone! I can't wait to- wait. How are we going to get there? Teleporting? Are we going to use a blue box or a ship to get there?" Twilight was full of questions today.
"We'll be using a means of teleportation, yes." Clone said digging into his pocket. "Peppy, mind if we use my way?"
"Sure thing, my ship needs to recharge anyway." Peppy made her way through worlds by means of an airship. Writers have different interpretations on how to get from one world to another. One writer could use a giant space ship while another uses a taxi. One way isn't better than the other, it's just different. Clone used his pen to create a rotating door in front of the three.
"Well, shall we?" Clone asked. He bowed and gestured Twilight and Peppy to enter. Peppy smiled and walked in, Twilight was a little skeptical.
"So I just go through the door? Just like that?" Twilight asked. Clone nodded and showed her through to a place where time and space are of little care.