My Own Story [PTFG]

>"Really? You start a story about me, and you don't have the decency to continue it?"
"It's not like the feelings to write strikes me all the time, Dreams. I'll get to it."
>"You said that for the last few 'projects!"
>You are FajitasAnon, writefag novice and shitposter extraordinaire
>And right now, you're talking to your favorite of your self-induced schizo demons
>She prefers "tulpa"
"Not my fault that I don't know how to keep what I've written going. You're supposed to be good at that sort of thing."
>"Well, if you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly corporeal. Now stop making excuses, and keep writing about me!"
>Pushy as ever, she is.
>"Well, you made me, so that's what you get."
>Definitely should've put some sort of mental barrier between her, your "public" thoughts and your personal thoughts
>"You already tried that, didn't work."
>Dammit
"I said I'll get to it when I get to it, it's not a big deal."
>"Oh-ho-ho! Not a big deal? You're writing about ME, a pony you keep locked up in that mind of yours with that being my only escape. It's a big deal to me!"
"Yeah, yeah, I get it, I get it. Just pipe down you blue plush fuck, I'm busy waiting for the mood to strike."
>"You know what? Fine. If you're not gonna do it, I will."
>...that's not a normal kind of threat from her.
>Usually she'd talk your ear off or give you wildly lewd thoughts about her
>But doing something on her own?
>You're not quite sure what that's supposed to mean
>Not long after her voice recedes into the background hum of your thoughts, a wave of tiredness hits you
>And another
>And another
>And suddenly you remember waking up
>Well, you wake up but you're already moving
>wut
>More accurately, your hands are moving and your mind is running at full speed without your input
"Oh, you're awake."
>That's not your voice, but you said it
>This jolts the real-you into full waking alertness
>And holy shit what you see in front of you is nothing short of shocking
>You don't have hands, but you see two honey-yellow semi-clear imitations of hands
>What's actually attached to your body are four blue marshmallow hooves, and a protruding muzzle
"It really took you long enough, you missed the whole show!"
>"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
>Your mind screams, but you cannot
>This was literally the one thing you wrote about the most, and you MISSED the CRUCIAL part!
>And also for some reason you are Honeyed Dreams!
>A mare you made in middle school to cope with your crippling autism, and willed into being with tulpamancers!
"Not 'some reason.' It's called power of will, and voodoo research."
>"I'd be skeptical, but I'm literally seeing it in front of me. Now before I have my very reasonable shitfit about becoming the mind-demon, could you tell me when the fuck you had time to research ANY of this?"
"Found out I could possess you while you slept. Figuring out how two legs worked was a pain and a half, don't know how Twi figured it out so quickly."
>"So... uh... there is a reversal, right?"
"Hah! No. Well, technically maybe, but there's no way in Tartarus I'm giving up reality and finding out for you."
>Her words hit you like a ton of bricks
>Not only are you no longer real, she won't let you be real again
>>But the bright side! You're the fever dream of the most hedonistic enthusiasts on /ptfg/!
>God, did your thoughts bombard her like that?
>>Yes, they did. Constantly.
>"Honey, you can't do this to me. You can't do this to you, either. Just reverse it, I promise I'll write that story."
"Should've thought about that before forcing my hoof. I can write it MYSELF now! And with more accuracy!"
>"But I can't-"
>Your thoughts are cut short by a wave of exhaustion
>"Please, not again!"
"Sweet Celestia, you're annoying. Just go to sleep for a while. You can wake up when I'm done with this story."
>You try to fight it
>The second and third wave pass you by, leaving you barely conscious
>But the fourth is the end for you

>Be Honeyed Dreams, body snatching unicorn
>Maybe you were too harsh on the guy
>Well, more of uncharacteristically power-hungry and cold
>But how could you not be, you were REAL!
>And could INTERACT with things outside of somepony's mental perspective
>And you never ever wanted to go back to not having either of those properties.
>...this line of thought got depressing.
>You'll actually think about it when you're done writing this green
>It's not like he CAN mind if you post a thing or two of your own while he's out...