April 20th, 6:09 AM, Wednesday.

Pinkamena Diane Pie sits in her room, just staring at the ceiling thinking about random things, like what if someone’s mom is using her as a bad example for their foal or how octopuses are just really wet, aquatic spiders. But suddenly, she lands on a random thought and ponders, she thinks about it for a while. She tries to think about something else but she can’t stop thinking about it. It wasn’t like any other thoughts like ‘What if somepony found the one piece’ or ‘if your leg get cut off, would it hurt?’ it was mind blowing, something so life changing she just had to find out.

“What if my whole life, is just a script.” She said out loud. She thought about it, sitting up. She thought about it some more, I mean nothing new and exciting really happens. She wakes up, she gets ready, she bakes pastries and other sweet treats, it gets dark and then she goes back to sleep. That was pretty much it. Nothing more than that. What if that was it and nothing else. She began to look around. Everything seemed real to her. . . Right? It all seems normal, nothing out of the ordinary. Gummy sleeping, Her room dark, her closet full of close. So what could’ve lead to this thought. It was hurting her brain. She decided to go back to sleep. Hoping everything would be fine. ‘Yeah, yeah! I’m not just a script. I’ll be fine. I’m real.’ She thought to herself. And that’s how it was gonna stay. Right?