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...