"Just hold on!" I called up to Spike, running to a stack of fabrics in the adjoining room, yanking an especially thick one out of the middle. The rest toppled over, but as of right now, I really didn't care. I held the cloth out like a trampoline under the small dragon, just as his grip weakened and he fell from the fan blade. I caught him in the length of cloth, and he bounced a few times, eyes still screwed shut in fear, and newly-found wings clamped tightly to his sides.
I set the cloth gently on the floor, then lifted Spike and squeezed him tight.
"Are you alright?" I asked him. He nodded his head vigorously, still not trusting enough to open his eyes, "How did you even get up there?"
"I-I don't know. There was just this feeling near my shoulder blades, and the next thing I knew, I was hanging from the ceiling fan," one eye cracked open, looking up at me. It had a strange quality to it, sort of unreal. It's hard to explain, but I knew it wasn't right or normal.
"What happened? Did you see?" he asked innocently.
"Hmmm..." I set him down on the floor, turning to the door. I knew somepony who would know what to do. Maybe it was time to explain what I had done.
I trotted to my saddlebag rack, picking out the plainest, least conspicuous one out of the group. It was a light purple that complimented my mane, sans all frills and glitter that covered most of my wardrobe. It was just big enough to hold my scarf collection, or a small dragon.
I scooped up Spike and stuck him inside, "You'll have to be quiet and still, okay? We're going to Twilight's."
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After several close calls in the streets, I had finally reached the library. I tapped my hoof lightly on the door, trying to keep a calm exterior.
"Yes?" called the familiar voice of Twilight Sparkle, slightly less cheerful than normal. She missed Spike as much as I had, of course.
"It's Rarity, dear. I wanted to... speak with you."
A magenta aura appeared around the door, and the face of an over-worked unicorn was revealed "Come on in, Rarity. I was just... cleaning up some old things."
She turned, and I followed her into the tree. I saw Spike's old bed sitting in a corner, a thin layer of dust already settling on it. As I watched, Twilight ambled up the stairs, wandering around in her bedroom, grabbing Spike's belongings and tossing them down into the bed. Each item landed in a small puff of dust on the blue dog bed.
"Well, what did you want to ask me?" Twilight reminded me.
"Oh, right. Yes, it was more of a... hypothetical conversation that I wanted to have with you,"
"Oh? That's interesting," she trotted back down the stairs, so as to talk to me snout-to-snout. She looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to start talking.
"Um... let's say, hypothetically, that love could bring somepony back to life," Twilight nodded, "And let's say that this-- um-- pony, then had an abnormal reaction. Something that couldn't happen in real life: like, er, a pegasus gaining magic abilities."
"So, a physical change?"
"Yes. But, not a-- I mean, not something-- It shouldn't be-- uhh..." well, that wasn't very discreet.
"What made you think of this, anyway?" Twilight now looked simply confused.
"You know what? I don't know! I'm just going to... leave now... goodbye!" I stumbled backwards over the pile of old blankets and gems, The worn-out strap of my saddlebag snapping, and the small, dark figure slidding across the hardwood floor.
I chuckled softly, awkwardly, as though I hadn't just resurrected friend and neglected to tell her.
"You know, " I told her, "this isn't nearly as bad as it looks."
Twilight just sat down in the center of the room, looking at me with a face that spelled out absolutely everything she was thinking.
"What?" I asked bluntly, edging my way toward Spike.
"Sit down, please," I sat.
"Now: explain. Explain everything."
Now this is a pleasant surprise! Revealing the resurrection right from the word go? I've always said honesty is the best policy in these situations, but I've never really expected it to happen!
I've always been in favor of the tag of this story were afraid. Not that the author is not doing a great job, we can not always finish a chapter or fragment as we wish - is not humanly possible in everything we do what we want whenever.
Now, I point out the need to look inside the head of aconfusão Twilight; without well she was never good before the nut, now then ...
Twiliiiiight...
Rarity! Were you praticed necromancy? !
Hum... one little.
Twiliiiiight... your brains smell so good.
Spike, minus.
My sides hurt from laughing too hard!
I like this. I thought that the ending to 'Snip by Snip' was really depressing.
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Good...?
Shit's gonna get real quickly!
2562231Sorry. Don't minded me, I know that this story is probably not meant to be that funny but, after Twilight goes on her emotional rant I can foresee a lot of comical moments in this.
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I just wanted to know what you were laughing at, so I can use the same type of humor!
Muahaha
2562850Well, first it was Sweetiebelle and the CMC reaction to a resurrected Spike, than it has Rarity's saying "What" when Twilight was looking at her like it was normal for Twilight to see a once dead Spike fall out of Rarity's bag.
And the foreseen laughter I was talking about is the mixed reaction's from everypony when they she Spike's back. Serious, the rest of this story can be mostly comedy if you like dark humor, which you do seeing as you wrote this sequel.
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Well, there's one heck of an emotional rant in chapter three...
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Maniacal laugh!
ya know this is really funny in a grim sort of way.....I guess that's what you were going for.....kinda reminds me of that zombie off ugly americans and he's always funny