Spike woke up the next morning, light shining into his eyes as she dragged himself out of bed. It wasn’t the best night sleep he has had, but at least he could now think with a clear mind. Spike ran down the stairs and out the door of the bakery as fast as his legs could carry him. The blinding light stung his eyes as he made his way back to the library and before long he was stood at the door, still the same colorful red as it was when he left, it's like nothing happened at all.
Spike reached for the handle but was unsure if he wanted to see what was inside. Could Twilight have snapped completely? Was she waiting for him? Did she set a trap to hurt him or worse?
Spike stepped back and walked up to the window, climbing up the side of the tree before peaking inside. It wasn't what he was expecting. Twilight was working, papers all over the library, books laid open on the floor and pictures pinned onto all the walls. Spike smiled, Twilight was back to her overreacting self, it wasn't always how Spiked liked her but at least it was her and not that monster he saw last night.
Spike jumped down and ran to the door before slowly pushing it open, he walked in to see Twilight looking at him with those beautiful purple eyes he had missed so much.
"T-Twilight?"
"Spike."
At first he paused, not knowing what to say or do, but as soon as he looked into her eyes, he knew it was her, and with that Spike completely ignored what happened last night as he ran to Twilight with open arms. Twilight was quick to return the gesture as they both ran into each others arms before crying into each others shoulders.
"I missed you Spike." Twilight sobbed trying not to squeeze too tight.
"I-I thought you was gone. .... I thought you was dead."
"It's okay. I'm not going anywhere."
"Y-you promise?"
"I Pinki- .... I promise."
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Later that days Spike was sat at Twilight's desk, looking at a photo of when the elements of harmony were all together and happy. Feeling a little tear well up in his eye, he quickly turned the picture away before putting it back.
“Spike!” Twilight’s voice called.
Spike quickly jumped from his chair before quickly running back to the room, still covered in books and pieces of paper. Twilight looked at the purple dragon before throwing a small bag to him.
“Get packing.”
“W-what? Why?”
“Because I may have found a lead. Do you remember what happened last year, on this exact same day?”
“Um. …. Uh.
“…. *Sigh* Last year was when Trixie came to Ponyville.”
Spike sighed, tilting his head before cocking an eyebrow at the purple unicorn.
“Uh. Twilight? You know I respect your- …. But Trixie? Come on. It’s kinda stupid. …. M-maybe this. …. Thing is making you paranoid.”
Twilight’s keen look soon diminished before she looked at the ground.
“Maybe. …. But considering what happened, how she took being humiliated in front of a whole town, we don’t know how she would react. Maybe she went crazy and vowed revenge on me. It may seem farfetched but it’s the only vaguely plausible lead I have.”
Spike paused, looking at the beaten purple unicorn, seeing her spirit being crushed as her only hope of avenging her friends was disappearing.
“M-maybe your right.” Twilight said. “Maybe I am just getting paranoid. It would make sense.”
Suddenly Spike had to jump out of the way as books fell from the air, almost landing on his head. Twilight kicked a book in anger, sighing as she began to stare at the floor blankly.
“…. S-shut up. …. Shut up!”
Spike’s eyes widened, he could see what was coming. He felt his heart beating in his chest, he tried to think of something, anything. It wouldn’t be long until something ticked.
“U-u-uh. Twilight!”
She snapped out of her trance.
“What Spike?”
“M-maybe your right. …. In a way. …. Like you said. We can’t be sure how she took being humiliated in front of hundreds of ponies. …. Maybe she did go crazy. The least we can do is find out.”
Spike still thought the idea that such an uptight pony being a murderer was quite farfetched, but when he spoke he could see Twilight’s soul being lifted. Her smile grew as she began to think, suddenly, a spark twinkled in her eye as she grabbed her saddle bag before looking at Spike.
“Your right Spike. …. You have a point. …. When’s the next train out of Ponyville?”
“Umm. …. Well. It’s 7:00am. …. Um, fifteen minutes.”
“Fifteen minutes! We gotta get packing! Come on!”
Spike quickly grabbed his bag, running upstairs to get his stuff. Hearing the commotion downstairs, he began to quickly pack his belongings. He knew in his head that it was pretty unlikely that a pony, even as stuck up as Trixie could kill a pony, but in his heart, he knew the only thing Twilight had left was hope. Hope that one day she would find whoever killed her friends.
Even if this was going to be a wasted journy, at least Twilight would feel like she was getting closer to avenging her friends.
“SPIKE!” Twilight almost screamed. “Come on! We've got a train to catch!”
Spike finally finished stuffing his bag with everything he could find before running down the stairs, seeing a pacing Twilight, stood at the large door.
“Okay. You ready?” Twilight asked, raring to go.
“Um. W-where are we going Twi?”
Suddenly the purple unicorn's horn glowed, Spike quickly dodged as Twilight picked up a large peice of paper behind him, before unraveling it and presenting it to the baby dragon. Spike took a second to read the colouful poster, seeing Twilight's number 1 suspect on the cover.
“Trixie's most dazzeling, extrodinary and dazzeling show of the century. Huh. In canterlot?”
“That's right! Trixie's show is airing tomorow, we have just enough time to catch her backstage if we're quick enough. I'll get her to confess and this can all be over.”
Spike paused, not sure if he should say what was on his mind.
“Y-you. .... Should you tell the princess? You know, what your going to do?”
As soon as her mentor was mentioned, Twilight's magic faded like a dying light buld, she dropped the poster before opening the door with a scowl on her face.
“No. She's done enough. .... If anypony can stop this killer. It's me. .... Come on.”
Twilight tightned the straps on her saddle bag before walking out the door waiting for Spike, as she followed. The purple dragon gulped as he left the library, not knowing what their journy will lead to.