>"So, this is the legendary 'fourth wall'?"
>"The one that Pinkie Pie is always going on about?"
>"I don't get it..."
Post Fourth Wall Breaks. Images, Greentext, knock yourselves out.
>cum on screen
>twilight tries to lick it
>it's no use
>be anon again
>right now you supposedly are at...
>some guy's house.
>tonight is a long night and you at that point you wished that it was over already
>yet you cannot move. Too high. Plus that sofa is quite comfy
>feels like you're sinking in it
>you're on your fifth extasy pill today, second bottle of 'Jack and third bong hit right now.
>there's a foul and hot stew brewing in your brain and you don't need to taste it to know it is foul
>spaces have become unspeakably incoherent
>the distant voices of your equally braindead "friends" struggle to echo through the bizarre shapes of these dark corridors...
>yep, better stay here, in the bedroom. Or toilet. Or kitchen. Not sure.
>as your mind once more driftes away, you set the anchor of your eyes on the laptop laying next to you
>it looks weird but for some odd reason you feel compelled to use it
>you're tripping balls, might as well do something while you're here
>as you open it, the machine turns itself on
>you silently stare at the background photo for a good 5 minutes (two kittens) before actually starting it
>is not password pretected
>you spend some more time finding the google icon, and decide it'd be great to watch a movie or something
>there it is
>you attempt to type "M O O V I ES "
>turns out in "P O N I E S"
>what the hell
>you press enter
>the screen suddenly goes to white snow
>faces describe themselves into this unbearable mess until you clearly see a form distinguishing itself
>it's a... Cute pony... Looks cuddly
>without knowing why, you smile
>it smiles back
>now it has clearly noticed how troubled you look
>it speaks up
>"Anonymous ! You have to come back ! We miss you here !"
>yfw no face for this
"How-how do you know me ?"
>"You have to reverse the spell anonymous, or -"
>it goes back to the white snow
>you remember that Planetary Conflict film where the young hero watches a bad hologram of a distressed princess
>what do ?
>Twilight is a closet exhibitionist
>Pinkie explains "There may or may not be a race of sapient apes watching them at any given time."
>The thought of countless unknown entities watching her eating, sleeping, reading...
>Her tail subconsciously raises
>Pinkie continues "But they never seem to be watching us during our most private of moments."
>This lowers the tail
DP:oh hay pink, isn't that purple wing over there?
P:TWILIGHT!!!! OVER HERE!!!
T: p-pinkie pie? where are you? i found the forth wall but i don't see you.
P: well, dead pool found this super cool fifth wall! you should total...
DP: SHHHHHHH NO PURPLE NERDS!!