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// My New Best Friend. 
// Story: Spike-bot and Pound 
// by Silver Butcher 
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"Another F" Pound sighed as he looked at the grade he's gotten on his test. "Mom's gonna kill me if she sees this," he muttered unhappily as he walked into Sugar Cube corner.
"How was school Pound?" Mr.Cake asked.
"Oh, it was a great day." He responded shakily, he b-lined it for the stars and turned up them to meet his mother, staring hard at him.	
"I know you had a test today, Pumpkin gave me her's." She said simply.	
"I was afraid of that." Pound sighed, handing the paper over, his mother looked at it and sighed.
"Go to your room." She said, disappointment flooding her voice as she said it, Pound did just that in silence, on his desk he noted the plate of Honey Bun's Pinkie set out of his afternoon snack every other day before he flopped on his bed with a sigh.
"Well, School may have been a flop, but I've got a good feeling that the rest of the day will go smoothly." he got into a sitting position and was about to open his bedside table drawer to take a comic book out of it when a voice spoke up.
"I Hate to Break it to you Pound but that isn't the case, at 2:30 you will end up hanging yourself, and at 3:45 you'll be roasted alive." Pound shot up from the floor and looked around his empty room.
"Wh-Wh-Whos there!?" He demanded in fear, he looked around his room shakily before scratching his head. "Sis, are you messing with me again?" He asked the empty room when his desk started shaking, Pound turned to it when the middle drawer burst open, He fell on his rear as a figure pulled itself out of the drawn, his fear turned to confusion as soon as he saw its face.
"So did I scare you?" Spike asked, or at least his first impression was that it was Spike, all though there where a lot of very noticeable differences, each and everyone standing out in different ways while he tried to put together who, or what, was standing in the desk drawer in front of him.
"Wait, wha-who, what are you? How are you in that drawer!"
"Asking the real questions I see," Not-Spike said as he jumped onto his floor. "Well first and for most, My name Is Spike-bot, A robotic replication of the Dragon known as Spike" Spike-bot bowed "As for how I was in your drawer, I accidentally opened a Time Portal in it." Spike-bot walked over to Pound and shook his hand. "And now for the one you didn't ask about, the why, I'm here to help you! You see I've been sent back in time because your life is a mess, or at least it'll become one." Spike-bot smiled as Pound stared at him in confused silence and Spike-bot nodded "This is nothing but confusing mumbo jumbo to you isn't it?" Spike asked casually. Pound nodded as he scanned the Robot's body, He looked almost exactly like Spike, as he looked at the Robot he noted that he was actually shorter than the real Spike."
"Wow, you are tiny." Pound said bluntly, not knowing what else to say to the robot.
"There's no need to be rude!" The dragon snapped back "I'm here to hel-are those what I think they are?" Spike-bot had turned his back on Pound at the comment and noted the plate on the desk.
"Those are my aunt Pinkies Famous Honey buns, she makes me them every other day, and my sister Pumpkin some on the day's she doesn't make them for me." Pound shrugged "Their ok, but I've grown sick of-Hey!" A smacking sound noticed Pound that Spike-bot had started scarfing them down. "Those are mine!"
"You said you were sick of 'em" Spike responded as he ate the last of them and licked his lips. "Anyway, I suppose I should probably elaborate as to why I'm here a little bet-Whoa!" Spike dropped down as a Broom flew over his head "Why was there a broom just sitting in here!?" Spike demanded as he jumped over the attack.
"You break into my home, tell me my life is terrible, then steal my snacks!?" Pound said angrily, swinging down again, Spike got on his hands and jumped up and landed back in the drawer.
"I'll be back at 3:55!" He called, the drawer closing behind him, Pound pulled open the drawer and stared at its bland contents. 
"And don't come back!" he shouted at it before slamming it shut. He stared hard at the desk then rubbed his head "Did that actually just happen?" he asked to the empty room, "It can't have just happened, I've heard The Princesses story about Time Travel before, if that guy was real, and really from the future, then he's no better than I am!" Pound nodded "Man I'm wise," He said smugly "Trying to trick me, why would I hang myself at, wait what time did he say?" Pound looked at the clock as the Robot's words echoed in his head. 'at 2:30 you will end up hanging yourself' The clock read 2:28 and Pound snickered "Please, what could happen to be in 2 minu-" There was a banging sound on his window and he jumped, Pound made his way over to it and saw three of his friends, His friend Buttercup was looking up at his roof she was a brown  Earth pony with several white spots, one placed over her right eye, her mane was Yellow, next to her stood Butterball and Zips, Zips was a slim Pegasus with a White coat and a Black mane, while Butterball was a Large Earthpony, he was a light orangish yellow with a Brown Mane.
"-ot my fault it landed up there!" Zips complained
"Your the only one of us that can fly!" Butterball shot back
"How is that my problem?" Zips replied snarkily, Butterball gave off the impression that he was about to beat Zip into the ground before Pound called out.
"Hey guys!" he said with a wave "What's up!?"
"Pound!" Buttercup said with a wave "We where playing kickball and-"
"-And this ball of Butter over here kicked it onto your roof." Zips interrupted "Can you get it down?" Pound gave a nod and climbed onto his roof carefully.
"Steady dude." Butterball called up "Remember you have wings."
"Oh yeah, I totally-Yeah!" Pound had turned to Butterball when he had spoken and proceded to step on the ball knocking it, and himself, off the roof, The ball hit the ground and bounced to the group, Pound meanwhile ended up hanging over the side of the building by the back of his shirt.
"Ohhh!" His three friends said, Pound tried to fly out of the situation and found his shirt was stuck good.
"Little help?" He asked, Butterball and Buttercup rushing to the rescue while Zips picked up the ball, with their strength combined, plus a fairly sized Stick, they got Pound loose enough so he could fly off and land next to them.
"Owch." Pound said while Butterball gave a hardy laugh and a smack on the back "YOUCH!" Pound yelled again.
"Dude you just hung yourself, you should have flown to the ball not walked." Pound gave a nervous laugh while his mind went fast to work.
"That Robot Spike was right! I hung myself!" Pound rubbed his head furiously while he tried to remember what the other warning was before Butterball began dragging him behind him.
"Alright since your such a poor sport, I'm gonna play with Pound instead."
"Oh please," Zips replied, "Pound couldn't kick the ball if you placed it in front of his hooves." That comment snatched Pounds attention at once.
"I bet you I could kick the ball with ease!" He snapped back.
"Alright then, let's make it interesting." Zips replied "Every time you score a point by kicking the ball past this point," Zips pointed to a chalk line, "You get to draw and Butterballs face, and every time you miss, or Butterball scores past that point." Zips pointed to a chalk line 10 meters away "He gets to draw on your face!"
"Deal!" Both Butterball and Pound agreed as they got into position, Zips flew up and pulled a cloud down to sit on while Buttercup placed the Ball at the 5-meter mark and backed up, 
"Ready?" Zips called, the two colts stared hard at each other "Set?" The Two got ready to move "Go!" The two ran at each other and in one flawless move Butterball kicked the ball past Pounds point,
"Oh dang." Pound said as he watched the ball bounce away.



"Pound walked back into Sugar cube corner in silence, his entire was was Green, from his neck to the tips of his ears." He made his way up the stairs and turned to the bath when he noticed the clock and froze. 
"It's 3:44!" He yelled in fear as the words of the robot echoed in his ears again 'at 3:45 you'll be roasted alive', Pound looked around the empty hall for a moment, his Mother and Father where out on a Delivery, and his Sister was in her Private lessons with Princess Twilight, for all he knew he was alone in the house, Pound made his way over to the bathroom and opened the door, it was empty, but the bath was full.
"Wait, who left the water in the-"
"Hey, Pound!" Pinkie said cheerfully, Pound Jumped and turned on the spot, stepping on a bar of Soap and sliding into the tub, the water turning green as his face broke the surface. "Ah, Sorry!" She yelped as she ran to his aid.



Pound sat on the floor shivering as Pinkie lay dry clothes next to him, in front of him was a space heater that Pound rubbed his hands together next to.
"I'm Supper sorry about that." Pinkie said as she picked up the empty plate from his Dresser and shut his still open window "I was about to take my bath and forgot my towel, came back and there you were, didn't mean to scare you." Pinkie gave quick wave before closing his door and heading off the drain the Green water and refill her bath, Pound looked at the space heater. 
"This is sorta like being burned alive I guess." he said to the empty room "That guy was right both times."
"I told you." Spike-bot said as he popped out of the Drawer again "And to prove to you that I am from the future and not just manipulating you with magic or something, I brought this as proof." Spike-bot hopped out of the Dresser as Pound put his clothes on and sat next to the space heater with the dragon robot. Spike opened the book and began flipping through the pages before showing one to Pound.
"This is a picture of you after you failed out of University." he said before flipping through a few more pages "Here's a picture of you opening your own business," Spike pointed to the image below it "And here's a Picture of your Bussiness burning down," Spike pointed to a third image "And this here is a nice pic of all the Debt collectors who came after you, a Debt that ruined your family."
"Whoa." Pound said, depression evident in his face "some my only life accomplishment is leaving behind a massive debt for my family to pay off?"
"Oh no, that's not what I meant." Spike flipped threw some pages "Here's a picture of your parent's after they try to help you pay off your debt, They ended up selling Sugar cube corner." Spike flipped to another page. "And here's a Picture of your sister paying it all off and losing all he shareholding in her own company." Spike nodded "Yup you single-handedly ruined the Cake family name." Spike then jumped up "But I'm here to change that!"
"But the Princess said that going back in time and changing-"
"Oh that old, go back in time and everything will be a worse, thing?" Spike asked, "Oh that would be true if I was from the near future." Pound watched in shock as Spike-bot put his hand on the V on his chest, and pulled on it, reveling it as a pocket, he placed the book in it before pulling out a paper pad and flipping it open. "Alright so think of it like this, if you were to go back in time and change something in a time when you existed, then depending on what you did you could change the course of history, and when you go back to your original time, everything will be different. This is what we in the business call an STL, or a Self Time Laps, you see since the farther back you go, the longer the lap is," Spike showed Pound the pad, on it was a Circle on the line, he drew one near the first one and one far away, "and if the lap is at least 100 years long, then everything will sort itself out, sure some things might be a tiny bit different, but that's ok casue that's the goal here, we just need to change it so you smart enough by the time you go to University that you won't flunk out, and boom, the STL will flow forward in time and bam, better future, in fact, every second I spend here I'm sending STL's into the future, changing it tiny bit, by tiny bit."
"But what if it doesn't work, what if it just gets worse." 
"Then I'll just travel back in time, use the Paro-de-doxer to combine my two selves, and then I'll know what went wrong and fix it!" Spike-bot smiled, before standing up, putting his pad back in his pound, and looking Pound in the eyes "Trust me, I promise to you that I will Fix your timeline and prevent your family name from becoming mud!" Spike let go of him and sat back down "Now, any questions?"
"Hundreds!" Pound replied imediatly.
"You get three." Spike-bot replied, "Make them count."
"From how far in the future are you from!?"
" 2438 years, 9 months, 18 days, 4 hours, 48 minutes, 5 seconds," Spike-bot replied instantly, next question
"2000 years!?" Pound asked in astonishment, Spike squinted at him and Pound blinked before shaking his hand's at the Robot "That wasn't a question!"
"It sounded like a question," Spike replied.
"I swear it wasn't!" Pound said still shaking his hands. Spike squinted before breathing out.
"You're new to this so I'll give you some leniency at the start, but as time goes on I will hold things like this to my word so watch it," Spike said, before glaring hard at Pound. "Got it?"
"Yes!" Pound said at once.
"Yes, what?" Spike asked simply.
"Yes, Sir!" Pound said, this time trying to sit up straight.
"Alright, second question."
"Who sent you back here?" Pound asked, curiosity burning in his voice.
"If I tell you, you can't have a major break down about it." Spike warned, "Alright?"
"Yes, sir." Pound agreed, preparing himself in silence.
"It was my owner, Pinkie Pie," Spike said simply, Pound fell onto his back in silence. "Good, you broke down, but you didn't do it majorly." Pound shot up, a million new questions forming in his brain.
"You have one final question, and just to make things fair, it can't be about Pinkie Pie."
"But that's not fair!" Pound whined.
"Life ain't fair, and your's is exceptionally unfair, now ask your final question."
"Oh, um, What's up with your chest pocket thing?" Pound asked before mentally cursing himself "The pocket, you idiot you just wasted your last-"
"That." Spike said, excitement flashing in his eye's "Is the best question you could have asked." Spike stood up and pulled on his belly pocket "This is the 4th dimensional storage pocket, in it I have hundreds of useful gadgets to help aid in your path to a better future, for example-" Pound watched as Spike put his hand into the pocket, rummaged around for a moment, the pulled out an Umbrella. "-The Bambrella" Spike held it up and popped it open. "Looks like a normal old Umbrella right?" He asked.
"Well yeah, what else would-?" Spike pressed a button and the Top of the Umbrella went from curved to a straight disk, the disk slid into pieced and began 4 curved pieces, the top started spinning and Pound watched in amazement as Spike flew into the air. 
"The Bambrella is both an Umbrella and an Aircraft!"
"Why is it called the-"
"It's made out of Babo-Geag! that was a 4th question!" Spike snapped, as he landed and took the Babmrella out of flight mode and tucked it back into his pocket "Anyway, I'll be using that to get around and follow you into the sky, as You've probably noticed, unlike the real Spike, I don't have wings."
"Wh-" Pound tried to ask when Spike-bot cut in.
"You're out of questions, now I know for a fact that you failed your last test, so let's get to work, Pull out your homework."
"But I don't wanna" Pound whining, Spike put his finger over his own lips and shushed him, they stood in silence for a moment before Spike shouted out.
"THAT WASN'T A REQUEST IT WAS A DEMAND NOW GET TO WORK!" Pound jumped back and ran to his backpack, pulling out several sheets of homework and running to his desk, Spike-bot sat on the floor. "Oh, and don't worry if you don't do well, let's go for C's at first, then try B's, then A's, We'll dial it back as much as we need to, no need to get too worked up, we've got a few years to fix you up yet." Spike-bot talked away happily on the floor as Pound stared at his homework.
"Man this kinda sucks." he muttered as he set to work "Math is boring."
"Oh, you'll live" Spike-bot replied simply, "Now, hurry up on that work, we gotta figure out how to tell your family they have a Robot now."