a greentext a friend wrote in reaction to this that im calling an appropriate companion piece
>Be Twilight.
>You’re doing a census of all ponyville’s residents with Spike.
>You’re about to call it a day when you hear a angry yell and notice a building you normally wouldn’t have noticed, just deep enough in the woods to be out of the way.
>You let out a sigh of relief.
“Glad we noticed that one Spike. We could’ve had inaccurate data!”
>You trot up to the door and tap it only for it to swing open with the tap.
>You see a small quaint home, populated by a pack of… clones?
>Not clones, they’re all diffrent, where the normal clones all match at least one of the branches, none of these do, they all look diffrent, some not even ponies.
>You hear Spike writing away as you look around at all of them.
>Suddenly a extra small one, about as tall as your forehoof, looks at you and let’s out a noise.
>”Meep!”
>It falls quiet as all eyes look at you.
“Hello! My name is Princess Twi-”
>”Bail!” The one in the water tank calls hopping out and flopping past you like a seal.
>Soon it’s a stampede as they all charge the door past you.
>”No!” A familiar voice yells in anger behind you. “Get back in the sleepover den you freaks!”
>You turn to see Captain Swift launching arrows from a crossbow modified to split into a net at the fillies to no use. Missing all her shots.
>”God damn eye!” She yells chasing them down.
“-…light Sparkle… Spike, what just happened?”
>”13 Abnormal clones just excaped a unknown poorly hidden den ran by Captain Swift?” He replies with a dramatic finishing of the tallies.
>You hear tiny running as the small clone runs from behind the first step on the stairs for the door.
>”Meep!” It shouts as it passes you by and runs to who knows where.
>”14. 14 abnormal clones ran past you.”