It was nine PM, Spike sat at his desk staring down at an open book. This was his diary, where he wrote all his thoughts. Nothing was left out, he put his heart and soul into this book, anything which happened in his life – events, parties, ponies, wonders... Crushes. And just everything in general. In fact, when it came to his daily diary update he had no trouble throwing all his thoughts down on the page.
Tonight was no different, he sat down, grabbed his quill, took an eccentric and dignified pose, and began writing. It was only a few minutes until he'd filled the page with the recent events. Stuff happened... Which he wasn't pleased with. But it was all done now! He could leave it in his forbidden book and forget about it all.
At half past nine he was done. He shut the book, taking a small glimpse of the royal, red cover which was shining with swirling patterns indented on the hardback which, together, formed the picture of princess Celestia raising the sun. The back was similar, but instead featuring Luna raising the moon.
He stood up, leaving his desk and the diary for the night. He was about to lie down in bed before a tingling feeling struck his nose. In a few seconds he couldn't resist the urge to sneeze aimlessly. With a moment of delay in his breathing his nose perked up.
“Aaaah... CHOO!” He released a huge sneeze all over the desk, uncontrollably bursting his magic fire breath. Once his sneeze ended he looked around, observing what he'd done...
The book was gone! In a blink of an eye the book was now being sent to Princess Celestia... And the secrets within that book... If anypony read them he'd be a laughing stock! And now it was in the hooves of the Princess...
Spike panicked, trembling in worry. It was a serious situation, some of the secrets in that book just couldn't be revealed, he had to do something, and fast! . . . But what?
Go to Canterlot and quickly beg for the book back? That would take too long... And how would he get there? Train costs were too much for him, and he wasn't prepared to steal from Twilight.
Wake Twilight and ask her for help? With the stuff Spike had written in the book about her... It would be a huge risk to get her involved in the slightest...
Write a quick letter begging her to send it back? Genius! Spike grabbed his quill and a scroll sitting on his desk. He dabbed the quill down in the pot of ink and began writing.
'Dear Princess Celestia,
Sorry for sending you something so late, but I believe I accidentally sent you a book. I would be very grateful if you were to not read it and send it back as soon as possible.
Thanks,
Spike.'
That was good enough, he rolled it up and let loose the magic fire breath. The scroll disappeared from his claws and followed the book to Canterlot. Now he could only hope the Princess would read the scroll before the book. So, without further panic he turned out the lights and curled up in a warm duvet, wondering what awaited him tomorrow.
He woke up the next day and looked at his bedroom surrounding him... Good, Celestia didn't torch him in his sleep or lock him in a dungeon. Now, had the book been returned? It wasn't on the desk, so he hopped out of bed and gave his eyes a quick rub. He didn't sleep too well last night, the panic affected him quite badly the night before and he struggled to rest properly.
“Spike!” The voice of a mare called up the stairs, Spike checked the clock on the wall and saw it was already half past ten. “You have mail!”
Spike was now alerted. Could it be the book? He couldn't hold the anticipation for more than a second. In a flash he was running down the stairs, hoping to see Twilight handing him a book shaped package.
Unfortunately, there was no such thing in Twilight's hooves, instead there was a neatly rolled scroll. A letter from Celestia perhaps? Maybe it was to say the book was on it's way? Or maybe he was being notified of the horrors within his diary...
Spike took the scroll in his claws. Twilight smiled cheerfully at him, and returned to her library duties. He opened the scroll, unrolling it to find a message from... Princess Celestia.
'Dear Spike,
I'm sorry, but I did not receive any mail last night, perhaps you accidentally sent the book elsewhere.
From Celestia.'
Celestia didn't get it? He closed the scroll and ran back upstairs, Twilight ignored whatever he was up to. He stormed into his room, checking every inch in the vicinity of his quiet desk. It was surrounded with scraps of paper, discarded muffin cups, scraps of sharpening from his pencils, and no book.
He was panicking again. The book could've been sent to somepony else... But who?! And what if it was somepony he didn't like? His next steps were clueless, there was no intention to send the book anywhere in the first place. All he could do was wait. The one with the book could turn up at any time, he thought, and they would have undoubtedly read it.