He holds the glass in front of her mouth. Thoughts racing in his head, is this the right thing to do? It’s the only thing I can do, other than... His arm goes slack. Other than. Wait for her to love me. He looks to the glass for answers, it gives none, just keeps on bubbling little purple hearts. I shouldn’t be doing this, but I mus-- his train of thought is interrupted by footsteps by the basement doors. The door knob unlocks and turns. The noise reaches Twilight’s ears. She opens her eyes and looks down. A confused “huh?” comes from her mouth. The changeling quickly throws the glass backwards away from Twilight, and towards a wall causing it to shatter and spill. The door opens a sleepy Spike looks at the scene giving a scream and down rushing to defend Twilight. Number 50829381 throws a blanket over spikes face. The baby dragon swings his hands at open air while, in a flash of green light the changeling disguises as Twilight. Spike pulls the blanket off his face and stares at the two Twilights. The real Twilight turns to the changeling
“What was that drink?” she asks.
“What are you talking about?” the changeling asks.
Spike looks back and forth between the two Twilights “Which one of you is the real Twilight?”
Twilight gives an annoyed grunt. “Spike, it doesn’t matter. This is a changeling I have captive. You can relax around him. He’s peaceful, well I think. What was that potion you were trying to feed me?” she picks the changeling up in her magic and with that same magic wipes away his disguise. “So what was that drink?” she asks squinting at him.
“What drink?” he lies. Twilight rolls her eyes and hangs him in the air by his tail.
“Don’t play dumb.”
The changeling takes a deep breath and crossed its hoofs over its face. “A love potion.”
Twilight drops the changeling; head first, onto the bed.
“Spike, go back to bed, it’s eleven pm for Celestia’s sake.” Twilight says.
“Are you sure you have it under control?”
Twilight nods.
The sleepy dragon shrugs and walks back up the stairs. Twilight turns to the changeling.
“Why where you trying to feed me a love potion?”
“Hehe, well you see” he back pedals with his hoofs away from Twilight slowly. “Umm, well it’s kinda a long story.”
Twilight pulls him back towards her with magic. Giving him an annoyed look she says “I have time.”
The changeling stops struggling and hangs its head. “Fine I’ll come clean on my whole plan.” he takes a deep breath. “I was going to use a love potion to make you love me.”
Twilight gives him an odd look. “Why?”
“Because, if I can get you to love me then perhaps, I could’ve gotten other ponies to like me. With you haveing such sway from being Celestia’s student . For the hive and all.” he turns to stare at the corner of the room.
“Only for the hive?” Twilight stands over the changeling stiff and motionless as a taxidermy statue.
“Well, personal reasons too.” the changeling tries scooting away. Twilight scots forward. Leaning her head closer to the changeling.
“Like?” she commands out of the changeling.
“Well, umm I....I” he shakes his head to clear out his doubts. “I...I’m in” say it, you’re in love with her. “...I...I’d rather not say,”
“So, my assumption was true, I’m just a pawn in a changeling’s evil plan. You where using me.” Twilight says as she turning away from the changeling.
“No, I wasn’t I..”
“Silence! I don’t need your lies anymore today, From now on you’re back to being my prisoner, and this study is back to purely scientific.” She wipes her face with her hoof.
“Are you cr-“
“ No! Now, it’s late. I’m going to bed.” she stomps up the stairs slamming, and locking the door behind her.
The changeling hangs his head and sulks back to his cot.
The next day Twilight didn’t come down to the basement at all, and the day after that she didn’t come down.
The changeling sits on his cot reading a chemistry book. The grinding of metal is heard from upstairs. A sound like pipes clashing hits his ears. “It won’t fit through the door.” Twilight’s voice drips down through the floor. In a flash of light Twilight and a giant metal cage are in the basement. Scaring the changeling out of his shell and causing him to cling to the ceiling.
“Hello, we got you a cage.” Twilight says cheerfully. She waves her hoof towards a large 6 foot by 6 foot portable cage. “You’ll be living in here for now on.”