Spike had been way ahead of his chores more than usual, which is amazing since Twilights plans weeks or sometimes months ahead, which Twilight by surprise. Twilight wasn’t sure if she should be worried, or happy, about Spikes new found work ethic. What she didn’t know though was that Spike true intention of working so hard wasn’t for a bad reason. After venturing into Twilights future Spike had found a new respect and pride in Twilight and felt that if he could make her life a little easier it would mean the world to him. Still, the cost of all his hard work was starting to take its toll. He takes naps in the middle of the day on Twilights books, usually the larger ones since they offered more comfort for his head, and it’s only a matter of time when she will catch him in one of his nap times. Also, Spike seemed to be fuzzing out when someone talks to him and it really started to get out of hand a few days ago. AJ asked Spike if he could help her with dispose of rotten apples. He happily complied but sadly with his lack and sleep and focus he nearly burned AJ’s hat a few times when he was trying to aim for a bucket full of the rotten apples. The biggest problem that Spike was having though was that he was really falling behind with helping Tick with his research. It has been three days since he ventured off into Twilights history and he hasn’t done anything from there. It made Spike feel guilty that he had fallen behind so much.
The fifth day is when Twilight finally caught on with Spike shenanigans. She walked into a room that had Spike sleeping there, using a book as a pillow.
“Spike, what are you doing?” Twilight asked. She was worried that Spike fell on his face or something.
Spike answered with a simple snore. Twilight giggled at her assistant.
“So, seems like work finally caught up with you.” Twilight asked.
Twilight magically lifted Spike’s limp body and levitated him into his basket.
“Good night, my sleepy dragon.” She whispered softly while kissing him on the check.
Spike simply stirred a bit and went still. Yet again, Twilight found it funny and cute on how hard Spike worked only to end up sleeping all over the place.
A few hours later Spike woke up suddenly, startled by his dream. His sweat was cold as ice and he felt shaky. This had been the third time that Spike had the dream of Twilights limp old body and his future self crying over it. It made him feel bad and lonely, he couldn’t imagine life without Twilight yet he wouldn’t admit it. Spike dug around in his basket and found the book that Tick had given him, or rather threw at him, the night Tick had given the task of discovering the future of his friends. Skimming through a few pages Spike found something of his interest. The page described how the watch could affect modern time. From freezing it entirely to making it goes by lightning quick. Suddenly, Spike realized that this watch could help him catch up on sleep and chores! He never felt so excited he no longer had to spend countless hours stacking books and chores were a thing of the past now. Spike shoved his claw in his basket again, searching for the watch. After retrieving the watch Spike pressed the purple button. Time froze instantly and with it all the sounds outside faded away.
“Silence is bliss.” Spike whispered to himself. He was rather fond of the silence. It was a big change from the usual chatter going around him on an ever day basis.
Spike had no idea on how long he had slept all he knew that when he woke up everything remained just as still before he fell asleep. Only if he could have slept like this more often, he would always feel fantastic. Spike flipped through a few pages and saw that there was a story in the book. It was titled “Passion and Sacrifice”. Honestly, it sounded like some corny romance story to Spike and those kinds of things don’t really get his attention. Still, with so much time to waste why not read it? The story was a lot more…dark then he imagined. Apparently, there was a Time Smith who had to make a tough decision. Lose his job and his family losing their immortality or his wife, Lily, must give up her life for her family to remain immortal. The reason this decision was forced down upon the family was due to other ponies and creatures fearing that the Time Smiths family would one day revolt and take over Equestria. Being immortal meant they would never lose a battle since they were always able to outlast their opponents. The majority of the family though, had no interest in becoming conquers. There was one colt in the family though that tried to lead a revolt and become the new ruler of Equestria. He was soon eliminated and the fear of the Time Smiths family grew larger than ever. The ruler of Equestria at that time needed the population to believe that the Time Smith and his family were nice ponies but the majority wanted none of that. They desired bloodshed, and if not given they threatened to overthrow the ruler at that time. Not wanting to lose his position in the land, he let the majority choose the family’s punishment. Many of the relatives felt that Time Smiths wife should flee but she refused and she didn’t want to give the towns people the satisfaction of making her an outcast. She gave her life away and the Time Smith’s family was allowed to remain immortal as long as one family member carried out the duties of Time Smith, naturally.
As Spike finished reading the tale he felt remorse for the Time Smith family. If, the story held any truth they were treated unfairly because they could live forever and had one arrogant relatives. Spike fiddled around with the watch, his mind wandering off to Tick. Did Tick have a dark past that he didn’t want to share with him? Well, if that was the case Tick wouldn’t have given him the book then Spike thought slowly to himself. Suddenly, guilt pulsed through Spikes body. Here he was, reading about the bloody history of past Time Smiths and he wasn’t even trying to think who would be the next pony that he would try to time travel on. Spike wondered if Rarity would be a good idea, but he discarded that idea quickly. He can let alone barely stop himself drool when she walked by, he could only imagine how bad he would get if he had to touch her in some way. Ultimately, Spike decided that if a chance of contact with a friend was at hand he would grab it. Clicking the button to have time continue, Spike for once was looking forward to the next day.
Spike was in his usual spot in the kitchen at the next morning.
“Oh Spike, Pinkie wants you to pick up some cupcakes at the Sugar Cube Corner.” Twilight told Spike as she ate her breakfast.
Spike grabbed his watch from his basket and walked out the front door. This was perfect! All he to do was slip the watch’s magic into a muffin or something and Pinkie will be most likely fiddling around with some baked goods. However, Spike was in for a surprise when he walked into the Cakes Bakery. Pinkie was bouncing around in the kitchen with such speed that he was surprised she didn’t go crashing through a wall.
“Pinkie, Twilight told me that you had made some cupcakes for us.” Spike called out to the energetic pink pony.
“Huh, oh right! Yeah, there over there by that counter!” Pinkie said rapidly.
“If you don’t mind Spike, I am a little behind some orders and I really don’t much time to be standing around.” Pinkie carried on, bouncing over to an oven that just shot out a batch of cookies and she caught them all with great ease.
“Looks like I wasn’t the only one who had work being a bigger pain than usual” Spike thought.
Spike took out his pocket watch and stopped time with a press of the purple button. This was not going to be an easy task. Pinkie is bouncing around way too fast for him to have the watch make direct contact with her. His only hope was to have her bump into him, have the watch’s magic manifest in one of the treats or baking equipment and maybe try something new. Spike couldn’t manifest the watch’s blue magic on his claws while it was stopping. It became evident to him that the watch has its limitations. Pressing the purple button to restart time, Spike knew he had very little time to plan with Pinkies speed never really slowing down. Spike tried to get in Pinkies way a few times but her tail really did act a spring, and shot her way over his head. Having Pinkie smash into him was a lot harder then he imagined. She was in a controlled frenzy.
Spike manifested the watch’s magic on his claw, just when he was considering trying to put the magic in some batter Pinkie noticed Spikes glowing hand.
“Hey Spike, what’s up with your hand?” Pinkie asked with deep curiosity.
Spike panicked slightly. This was that last thing he expected and he really had to make up a lie quick.
“It’s uh…jam.” Spike finished lamely.
“Jam you say? I just love it!” Pinkie exclaimed. Suddenly, she started sucking on Spikes glowing blue claw.
She quickly drew back her head from his head and giggled nervously. Spike gazed down at his hand and saw that it was covered in drool. Not all that appealing, but hey contact is contact he thought.
“That tasted good! Never tasted anything quite like that!” Pinkie said with enthusiasm.
“Pinkie I would love to stay and chat, but I really need to get a move on.” Spike said.
“Yeah, I really need to focus on baking. Anyway, nice seeing ya Spike!” Pinkie called out as Spike was heading for the door.
Spike took out the pocket watch once he was a fair distance from Sugar Cube Corner. Yep, the button turned a bright pink color. Spike smiled to himself at his accomplishment. Sure, things didn’t go as planned but at the end it all worked out rather nicely. Without further ado, Spike paused time and his mind went blank. He never really thought much of Pinkies life and when given this chance it really showed. Well, it would be interesting to know if Pinkie’s future life would help support how real could Twilights future will be. Nervously, Spike shifted the arrows clockwise until he heard a click and with it came the feeling of his head being crushed again. Wincing in pain, Spike looked at his new surroundings. Ponyville felt slightly…dreary. There were no ponies outside and it was quite, to the point you can hear a pin drop. Walking back to the Sugar Cube Corner and there was a sign at the door. “Not Open”. Okay, things were really out of the ordinary. Sugar is nearly always open with the constant alternation of the Cakes and Pinkie running the store. Spike decided it would be safe if he walked back home, perhaps Twilight would be talking to someone. Sadly, there was no soul in the library either.
“Hey, help me out well ya?” Spike asked the watch.
The watch sparked violently in response and Spike was thrown in a portal and flew out at another end to find himself in a club. The loud music was shaking Spikes head like a little bobble head. Spike decided it was best to head to head to high ground to even have a chance to find Pinkie in this crowd. The DJ booth was at the peak of the club and there was Vinyl Scratch doing what she did best, being a DJ. There was no sign of a pink frizzy mane in the crowd, which put Spike at unease. The watch has never failed him before and he really didn’t want it to start now. Watching over the crowd like a hawk for who knows how long, Spike felt like giving up when Pinkie finally made her appearance.
“Hey everypony, there is the owner of this grand club and Sugar Cube Corner right there! Say hi for our lovely party goers Pinkie!” Scratch yelled through the sound of the music.
So, Pinkie was a club owner when she got older? Well, that made a whole bunch of sense to Spike. After all, Pinkie always loved throwing parties and why not have a place where the party never sleeps? Pinkie running Sugar Cube was no real surprise though.
“Okay, so that’s what Pinkie will do for a living. Now, to get to the grisly part of all this…” Spike groaned to himself. Spike twisted the arrows further clockwise and it stopped quicker than usual. Staring at the watch apprehensively, Spike was a little taken back by this. Was Pinkie really going to die that fast? Pressing the button the speed up time, Spike was a little worried now. Oddly, he was still at the club and it felt like he never left. Scratch was still doing her thing and the party going crowd seemed even bigger than before. The watch sparked again unexpectedly and Spike found himself floating over the crowd. In a way, it was good thing he was invisible he wasn’t sure how people will react to a floating purple dragon. He flew into an office somewhere in the club and there was an unconscious Pinkie, drooling on a table. Spike laughed to himself, but stopped quickly. If, this is as far as the watch was going to take him he knew Pinkie wouldn’t be letting a giggle out anytime soon. Inspecting the room, Spike wasn’t all that sure what could have caused Pinkie’s untimely death. Then, Spike found a few bottles and a cup of partially drunken wine near a shelf behind Pinkie. Sniffing the drink, Spike nose twitched violently. Yep, that was wine alright. But the empty bottles didn’t explain a whole lot…could she have overdosed or something? Spike knew that the cup of wine had something to do with the death of Pinkie. An idea sprang up in Spike’s head, turning the clock slightly counter clockwise Spike knew he would be able to watch Pinkies death unfold right in front of him.
It was an unpleasant sight to say the least. Pinkie was babbling to herself rapidly, Spike barley caught what she was saying. All he was able to get from her rambling is something about “I’ll show them” or “They’ll regret it!” and Spike shivered at the sight of his dysfunctional friend. There was a point when Pinkie just started bawling and screamed for the good old days. Watching Pinkie going into madness and paranoia was sickening Spike to no end, but he knew he had to watch the entire episode of hers to know what killed her off. At long last, Pinkie seemed no longer to control herself and dumped nearly a whole bottle worth of pills in the cup of wine and downed a portion of the wine, Spike tried to yell at his friend to get a hold of herself but knew his attempts were futile. In mid gulp though, Pinkie gagged and her head smack to the table. There it was the death of Pinkie Pie, the party pony. Spike sniffed slightly after the scene was over. He thought sitting through Twilights funeral was rough, this was just…torture. Spike turned the arrows counter clock wise, he didn’t want to watch the aftermath of Pinkies death. After Spikes surroundings finished reassembling its self, Spike noticed that this was definitely Ponyville. The happy chatter of the crowd felt like music to Spikes ears, he has grown tired of all the silence and emptiness after watching Pinkie having a meltdown. A younger Pinkie was seen planning a party with AJ outside Sugar Cube Corner.
“Dunno Pinkie, I don’t think Granny’s heart can take a party. Let alone, a surprise one.” The younger Applejack muttered to Pinkie.
“Oh come on you act like Granny doesn’t enjoy fun.” Pinkie coaxed.
“True, Granny does enjoy a good laugh. Just don’t overdo it okay Pinkie?” Applejack begged.
“Don’t overdo it? Aw, what’s the fun in that?” Pinkie whined.
Applejack gave Pinkie a stern gaze and Pinkie dropped the subject. Spike couldn’t help but laugh at this.
“Pinkie, not overdo something? That’s impossible!” Spike said merrily out loud to himself.
Spike wound the arrows clockwise a little more; he really wanted to see this party. It took a few moments for Spike to realize that he was in the Apple Family’s house. The party was in full swing by now and just about everyone in Ponyville was there. Pinkie was playing pin the tail on the pony with Granny, who had placed her pin on Pinkies cutie mark. AJ trotted over to Pinkie and hugged her tightly.
“Pinkie, this is one fine party! You should throw more of em more often! I appreciate you didn’t go to crazy with this party.” Applejack said happily.
“OH, that sounds like a great idea!” Pinkie gushed out happily. Suddenly, there were fireworks going off outside and Granny Smith looked startled at first then stared at the fireworks in awe. AJ gave Pinkie a stern gaze but laughed with the pink earth pony.
So, Applejack was the one who gave Pinkie the idea to throw parties very often. Now, either if Applejack was just joking around or really meant it Spike doubted he’ll ever find out. Spike was happy to see the younger Pinkie was so happy and funny like the modern Pinkie he knew so well. Still, Pinkie’s future irked Spike a lot, how could Pinkie become so destructive and sad in just a short amount of time. She didn’t even look half as old as she did when Twilight passed away, which didn’t make a whole lot of sense to him. Deciding that he had gathered what he needed, Spike started turning the hands of the clock to where he started with. The familiar crushing feeling made its presence but as usual only for a bit. Spike looked around and knew he was a fair distance from Sugar Cube Corner. After letting time progress, Spike was in a mood for…a party. Walking back into Sugar Cube Corner, Spike found Pinkie, her head deep in some cookie dough. Only her pink frizzy mane, which was flat now, was visible.
“Hey Pinkie, you up for a party? It’s been a while since you threw one.” Spike asked cautiously.
Immediately Pinkie’s head resurfaced and she had a large smile on her face (her mane inflated to its usual frizzy fashion). Spike couldn’t help but smile to her reaction.
“I would love to! You’re so right; it’s been some time since I threw a party! Come on Spike, your helping me bake some goodies for the party!” Pinkie declared.
Spike was more than happy to bake with Pinkie. And with a little help from the pocket watch, he knew that there would be enough time to get everything set for the party in no time. There was another reason why Spike wanted to throw this party though, besides making Pinkie feeling a lot happier. With so many ponies at the party, Spike knew that he was going to hit the jackpot with finding friends to add to the research report to Tick.
I feel like I half assed the last chapter with Twilights past. So, I was determined to make up for it in Pinkie’s past. Slightly on the fence on the next pony that Spike will time travel on, so if you have any cool ideas I am willing to hear.