The Nightbook, what is currently going on there (incl. Smaple) · 12:30am Jan 3rd, 2014
So. . . The next chapter is apparently called 'The Tower'.
Cuz Twilight said that her problems were a tower she had to climb. Geddit? Geddit? Gawd, I'm so smart.
Well, that aside. I'm not going to say much about the next chapter, except that the plan is that it'll have a total of 11 scenes. I got three now, with the second giving some actual answers about one certain characters' behaviour, while the first goes into detail about AJ, because we didn't have enough of her over the course of the story. Srsly.
I'll try to finish the writing up by the day after tomorrow (GMT+1) and then I'll read over it again and then I'll get some editors.
Then I will probably post it. Or rewrite it.
One of the two.
As far as firsts go, have the totally unedited and horrible 3rd scene from 'The Nightbook' Chapter 10: THe Tower. I named it 'Partners In Crime'.
The dark outside grew brighter, slowly but steadily and the new day showed its face despite the gray and the cold. Outside the storm raged as Twilight stared at the ceiling above her. Whether it was the fabric against her coat or the padding between her legs, all of it felt completely unfamiliar. She had done it before though, hadn’t she? Spike had been there, had helped her. Now she lay alone in a dark place, winds howling outside and a cold creeping about. She felt it well enough with her nose, since every part of her but the head was well hidden beneath the covers.
Once, she had looked upon blue skies like this, a small creature by her side, scales of purple, green eyes staring at the clouds. She remembered it as well as the face of a rose colored alicorn she had seen for the last time then. Afterwards, she had left Twilight’s life. How much time had gone by since then? To the side she turned and her eyes looked at the bars and the whale, while her right cheek rested on the pillow. Quite often, questions came easy to her, but the answers eluded her. How much time could go by and how much pain could a pony endure before they found the things they were looking for.
Thoughts dwelled within her mind, just as every morning. What she needed to do, what she thought she wanted to do. Yet all the same, she didn’t move, didn’t stand up. Moments passed as she looked at the room she dared not to name and a familiar question crept up from the depths of her mind. What am I doing?
She moved, lifting one arm up. Only then did she notice the one she was holding in her arm, a ragged teddy which clearly had been in repair quite often, with its arms clearly stitched recently, the left leg looking much better than the right one as well as one black and one white button for the eyes. Twilight took a deep breath, doing her best to banish any dark thoughts and all the worries. All she had to be was a filly who had fun, right?
Whatever truths she had thought to know until this point, whatever Twilight Sparkle had been, she had to let go of it. Moving forward with nothing but good hopes and thoughts, that was what she had to do. The pony took another breath, pulling the bear closer to her, telling herself that she needn’t stand up now, needn’t a schedule. It was meant to be soothing, but she quickly found her eyes twitching, her gaze shifting to the unfamiliar door. Every second more made her further aware of how much this place’s outline wasn’t quite right, how the way she lay was far from ideal and how the longer she waited, the more her schedule was getting more and more out of bounds.
I don’t even have a schedule! Twilight admitted bitterly.
Turning around once more, she shifted her legs a little but, much to her dismay, found the diaper too thick to get into a better sleeping position. Why had she thought all this was a good idea again? Not only that, she couldn’t just stand up and properly get her hooves to the floor, since the bars were barring her way. Sure, she might have just opened herself a path, but wasn’t Pinkie there for that? Would she get mad if Twilight did something like that? Even worse, what would she do after opening it? Honestly, the only thing to do here was play. Well, she might just go back to the library and check back on things, make sure the books were all orderly, that Allie and Big Wig would close and open all the doors the proper way and-
Twilight hit herself against the head. “Just stop,” she hissed.
Silence answered the unicorn’s command. A silence she would have loved to have inside her head as her worries grew louder and louder. She focused on the wind outside, imagined flakes of snow falling and tried to push herself aside. All she needed to do was to let go, but the more she tried to, the harder her grip seemed to become. Twilight fought nothing but a pointless battle and the ending was already in plain sight. She pulled the bear closer, closed her eyes and tried to think of something happy.
She needed to stand up, make breakfast and then reorganize the furniture. Her mind raced as it tried to find the proper timing for everything and something back in her head started screaming louder and louder, telling her to get up and ditch that ridiculous outfit she was wearing. For a moment she lingered on that thought and became all too aware of what she was doing. For one single moment she realized how little sense all of this made. You couldn’t cure anything with this, could you?
Ridiculous, the word echoed through her head, weighing more and more each time.
“Are you doing morning exercises?” She heard a familiar voice ask, “because I do, too. Every morning I practice like twenty-seven different smiles. Takes everything out of me, but it works.”
Twilight opened her eyes to look at Pinkie. The pink pony stood by the crib, looking as energetic as always, a wide smile adorning her face. Twilight looked at her, not knowing what to say, like so many times before.
“Is this really alright?” She found herself asking.
Pinkie blinked, her smile vanishing a bit. “I dunno, is it?”
Her head was still resting on the pillow, plushies leaning against her, and Twilight felt herself thrown back to yesterday, to the answer she had given Pinkie. She was lost, wasn’t she? One part wanted to stand up, to do things that would probably end up unnecessary, another part just wanted to stay here. What am I doing? The question sprung up again.
Was all this alright?
She couldn’t feel good and she couldn’t feel happy. All her thoughts were drifting around a place she herself didn’t know and she felt like she was on a block of ice in the middle of the ocean, her footing slowly melting away. No land insight, too. To where was she going, why was she going there? Questions ran through her head once more, like always and as she drifted, the voice became louder.
Stand up! It cried, beckoning her to move.
It felt like she had lost herself once more and what was worse was that she didn’t even know where to start picking the pieces up. Whatever puzzle she stood in front of, the filly had no idea how to figure it out. Maybe once, a long, long time ago, it would have been easy. Right now, all she could do was look at the unmoving sky above her as well as feel the blanket she wrapped herself up with.
“Maybe we should stop this. I’ve got a lot to figure out, still,” she said with some finality. I’m not running away, just reasserting myself.
Pinkie’s smile was a kind one. “I can’t give you any theories for your practice when it comes to your life, but, you said you wanted to find yourself here, so instead of giving up, maybe you should just give yourself a chance.”
Twilight knew Pinkie to be weird, and sometimes she could say something good, too. Yet she doubted. “I don’t know how far I’d need to go with this to get some sort of understanding.”
“Well, we’ll all be here for you, no matter how far. I think it’s really fun, too,” Pinkie spoke. It was the truth laid bare.
No matter how far. . . That was the most reassuring thing, somehow. She thought of plans and things to do, yet there was also somepony here with her, ready to aid her loosening the grip on her life. Twilight thought of all the things she needed to do right, but found a light in Pinkie’s smile. Yes, that was what she was going to do, what she had intended to do from the moment she had stepped into this world. There was a tower, ready to be climbed, wasn’t it?
“Thank you, Pinkie.”
Pinkie let down the side of the crib gently, but seemed unsure what to do next. If she was embarrassed, then she hid it well, but there was some hesitation, as her eyes went over Twilight. The unicorn guess to know why, as she had basically just made it clear that she wasn’t all too comfortable with this whole. . . ageplay might’ve been a good word for it. Yeah, she mustn’t have appeared very comfortable with this ageplay.
“If we’re going to be partners in crime, I want you to know that I trust you completely. Just go with whatever you’re comfortable with and I’ll simply follow,” she spoke calmly.
The words reached her friend, as she nodded and her smile grew again, to the caring one. “Okay, then. . . “ She seemed to think for a moment. “Ooh, I’ve got it. A bath would be just about the right thing before breakfast, wouldn’t it, Twily?”
Twilight, inside her head she screamed at herself, but on the outside she formed a smile and gave in. Twily decided to rise up. She giggled and nodded. This day would become a special one for her and hopefully her friends, too.
While I appreciate a preview, I don't like spoilers
even if it is from the author. So, I will just have to wait for the next chapter. Thank you for keeping up with this story by the way 
1676196 Indeed, I'm quite invested in this and really want to see how it turns out.