Two weeks later, Twilight shivered in her jar, wondering what was in store for her next. Since the Trixies had assumed total control over her life, they had indulged in all manner of experiments on the poor defenceless former unicorn. Electrical currents shot through her lobes, bigger and sharper needles in all parts of her grey matter, and more amateur brain surgery, such as removing her frontal lobes and laughing at the resulting “conversations” that they had taken part in. At the start Trixie would say that this was for the advancement of science, or that this was simply part of her research as a “World class entertainer”, or other such excuses. Eventually though, these excuses stopped coming, and it was apparent that the only reason for these so called experiments was for the Trixies' personal amusement.
“It’s not like you’re good for much else.” Trixie had told her one evening, as she had brainstormed new ideas with her sidekick. “All you do is sit there and float, like a big ugly lump. This way you’re helping someone.”
“Us, specifically.” Clarified Trixie 2. “By being very amusing.” Twilight didn’t give them the satisfaction of pleading for mercy. That just made it more fun for them. The best thing she could do in this sort of situation was give them as little reaction as possible. That way the dastardly duo might get bored and move on to something else.
Trixie was lounging in Twilight’s bed wearing a saucy black corset she must have got from Rarity. Twilight shuddered at what Rarity must be thinking about her now-she would have to get a few things straight with her friend, in case of any misunderstandings that might have arisen. Even if a small part of her did think that her body looked pretty good like that… No, that’s thinking like the enemy! Bad Twilight, bad!
Suddenly, Trixie got to her feet in one smooth motion and smiled. “Aha!” she said, raising a finger as if to indicate a eureka moment. “Trixie’s just had a rather curious thought. What if we both charged her up with magical energy?”
“Oooo…” oooed her clone. “Maybe we could use her as a magical battery.”
“Yes, that would make her actually useful, wouldn’t it?” said Trixie, with exaggerated thoughtfulness.
“Or maybe she’ll explode.”
“That would be good too.”
“What?! No!” said Twilight. “Like, literally, that’s not how magic works. You see, if you’ve read Starswirl’s second essay to Celestia you’d know that….er…” She paused for a split second, a pause which was not noticed by Trixie, to her eventual cost.
“Oh give us a break with your reading and your books” said Trixie, words that Twilight thought would never have come out of her own mouth.”I want to see what happens when I course a disgusting amount of raw magical power into a brain. So that’s what I’m going to do. No complaining or I’ll make sure you really do explode.”
“But-“
“Silence! Begin the test!” The lid to the jar was opened, and the two Trixies stood above it, charging their horns with an intimidating buzzing that sounded like two large, angry hornets having a particularly vicious argument. After a few terrifying seconds of waiting, their magic shot into the jar directly at Twilight. She felt the effects almost immediately. Raw whining power filled every pore of her being, every nook and cranny glowing with radiant light. She felt herself lifted up out of the jar by the sheer force of this power, but she wasn’t scared anymore. She was in control. This was her power now. She was the Element of Magic, after all.
Even after the Trixies had stopped feeding her their magic, she continued to float there above them all, radiating magic. It was at this point that Trixie, in an uncharacteristic moment of self-reflection, suspected that she had perhaps made an error.
“This…was not what I planned.” She said.
“I KNOW.” Twilight’s voice boomed out-not mentally, but physically, somehow. “PERHAPS YOU SHOULD HAVE DONE MORE READING.” Without further ado, the mega-charged brain glowed even brighter. There was a sound like champagne being popped as two skullcaps sprang off of two confused heads. The two Trixies looked at each other with horror, before their faces suddenly went blank. Two blue brains were slowly lowered into a waiting jar, as Twilight floated back into her old haunt.
Twilight Sparkle opened her eyes, which gleamed a magnificent purple, before the blinding light that had filled the room slowly died down and faded out into nothing. Twilight looked around the room, and spotted the top of her head lying upside down on the floor. She levitated it over and put it back on her head -it was a bit loose but that would do for now.
The door opened and Spike bust into the room, holding a frying pan behind his head like a club.
“Twilight, what happened?! I heard a loud voice, and there was all this light, and -oh no, Trixie! Is she ok?”
“Oh, she’s just fine, Spike. See? She’s even got a friend in there.” She pointed at the jar, and Spike walked over.
“Huh? Hey, it’s a different color than usual. It’s blue… like… Trixie? And there’s two of them? Twilight, I don’t understand.”
“It’s ok, I’ll explain everything downstairs. How about you put that thing to use.” She said, pointing at the frying pan he was still clutching. “I don’t know about you, but I’ve not had a good meal in ages.”