2349 Days In
Spike wandered Ponyville. He broke down a door, hoping to find some trace of life. He knew it was pointless. He looked around in this house multiple times already. He looked in every house multiple times already. All he saw were reminders of his previous life.
Spike sighed. He left the house, returning to the empty streets of Ponyville. He took one of his few remaining gems from his bag, throwing it into his mouth, chewing and swallowing it quickly.
Spike knew he wasn't supposed to be here. His goal was to head over to Canterlot, and loot it for any gemstones. That was what Ember wanted. However, Spike couldn't bring himself to go through with that. He knew it would be another reminder of the life that he lost-no, the life that was taken from him.
A thought suddenly occurred to him. If nothing mattered anymore-then that meant everything mattered. Knowing this, he turned around, staring at the Castle of Friendship. He had never been able to bring himself to go in. It was just..too much. But he was going to change that right then and there.
Spike crawled his way through the mass of bodies surrounding the castle. He recalled that day as if it were only yesterday.
4 Days In
Twilight hurried around the castle, using her magic to bring items to block the door. She had heard what had started from Celestia. She sent a letter asking for more information, but never heard back. She could only assume the worst. She approached Spike.
"Spike, what's going on with Rarity?"
"She's..well, I'm going to be honest, Twilight. She's not doing great," Spike looked sadly at Twilight.
Twilight looked at the door, the mass of angry ponies making it harder to have a normal conversation. Despite this, she responded.
"Damn it..Spike, go check on her. Please. The others..the others are probably dead. We can't lose Rarity. She's the only one we have left."
Spike, upon getting confirmation, immediately returned to Rarity's side. He held her hoof.
"It'll be okay, Rarity. I'm..I'm here," Spike knew Rarity couldn't respond. Whatever this disease was affected that. Even if she had the ability too, Spike knew she wouldn't. She had lost much as well.
Spike looked at the heart rate monitor, next to the bed. He had been the one who hauled it from the hospital. Wasn't something he was proud of, but he didn't care. He was willing to do anything for Rarity.
Spike had thought of freeing Rarity from this tomb she was in. He knew she was suffering immensely. For some reason, however, he simply couldn't bring himself to do it. He truly didn't know why. He knew it was the only good thing he could do for her now.
Suddenly, the doors to the castle were broken down by the mass of angry ponies! He could hear a scuffle between them and Twilight. Ultimately, Twilight's voice was the one that went silent, first.
He knew he had no time. He reached for the sharpest gemstone he had. He squeezed it in his hand. He knew he wasn't ready for this.
"Rarity..I'm sorry. I.."
The voices became louder. It was now or never. Spike slammed the gemstone in, the force and blood loss killing her. He dropped the gemstone on the floor. He stepped back from the bed that the mare he had loved so much now lay dead in. He went through a nearby window.
Present Day
Spike looked around the empty hallways. The castle reeked of a smell he could not identify. A few bodies were here and there, though not many. Furniture was thrown across the carpets. The rioters and looters from way back were most certainly responsible for the castle's sorry state. Or, at the very least, he assumed that they were-he wasn't around here when it happened.
Spike noticed the purple allicorn laying on the carpet. Twilight. Spike approached her body, laying a flower he had collected on his way here on her body. He, of course, knew before this that she was most likely dead. This was simply tragic confirmation.
Spike walked through the halls, eventually finding his room. He entered, hoping he'd find a good reminder of what he had before everything.
Upon entering, Spike shifted his eyes around the room. He noticed a spider spinning a cobweb in the upper-right corner of his room. He started at it for a moment, eventually cracking the first smile in many, many years. This was the first bit of life he'd seen that wasn't a dragon.
Spike approached the spider, carefully moving it into his palm. He thought for a moment of bringing it along with him, as a friend, perhaps-but he knew that he would most certainly outlast this little guy. Deep down, as much as he wanted to bring the spider with him, he knew he couldn't handle the loss of anyone else. He returned the spider to the cobweb.
Turning his back to the spider, he approached his bed. He tried his best to ignore his Rarity plushie. He was able to do it for a few minutes, but eventually gave in. He stared at it for a few seconds..then those seconds became minutes. He looked at it for a total of twelve minutes, before escaping from the hold it had on him.
Spike made his way to the room where he watched Rarity die. He never expected to ever return to this room. Then again, he never expected to ever step foot in this castle again.
Spike approached the bed where Rarity had died. Her corpse had been moved. By who..or what, he could only guess. It didn't matter to him. He knew which bed was the one. He pulled a fire ruby out from his backpack-he had been keeping it for this moment. He placed the fire ruby in the bed, rubbing it for a few seconds.
Spike left the room, returning to his room. He grabbed the Rarity plushie, putting it inside his backpack, before going into the bed himself. He tucked himself in. Spike needed a break.