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// Twi-Hundred Questions 
// Story: The Irish Man 
// by The Irish Brony 
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I stand in front of the giant castle that is Twilight’s home. It looks out of place amongst the old-fashioned housing of Ponyville. It looks like it should be in the Crystal Empire, then Ponyville. I raise a hand to the door and knock. I can hear the echoes of my knock bouncing off the walls of the castle. After a few seconds, I hear claws running on crystals as a child's voice says, “Coming,”
The door opens to reveal Spike, a small purple and green dragon. “Hello Spike, I’m here to see Twilight,”
Spike smiles up at me as he says, “She’s in the library." He moves out of the way as he opens the door to let me in. I walk in as Spike closes the door. The entryway is huge, with multiple stairs leading to different floors. It always amazed me that Twilight doesn't get lost in this maze of a house.
I walk up the stairs and turn left down a hallway. A little walking later, I see the door to the library propped open slightly. I grab the door and slowly open it as I walk in. The walls of the room were lined head to toe with bookshelves. Books were lying everywhere on the ground around a table in the center. Sitting in the middle of the mess is the usually calm and collective Twilight. Now with frizzled hair, bloodshot eyes, and dark bags under her eyes.
“Twilight, have you been up all night?” I ask wearingly. I quickly walk over to her as she takes a sip of what I think is coffee.
“Yes,” Twilight says staring off into space as she sets down the cup. “I think I’m on the way to finding you a way home,” I pull out a chair and sit next to her.
“Twilight, I know you’ve probably heard this a thousand times from your friends, but you need to stop pulling all-nighters just for my sake,” I say as I pull the coffee away from her. She limply try's to grab the cup but fails tremendously. She just giving up and deciding to rest her head on my arm.
“It is my duty as the one who brought you here to find a way to get you back,” Twilight says, slurring her woods as her eyes start to close. She’s slowly losing the battle of conscious.
“Twilight, if it harms your health then I can’t ask you to do that,” I say as Twilight's horn glows limply. She blinks a couple times as the bags under her eyes disappear with a people flar. Her blood shot eyes return to normal with her last blink. She sits up and smiles at me.
“See I’m fine, now what are you here for?” She asks with a hint of tiredness still in her voice.
“I’m here to ask about what and where the schools of friendship is,” I say, sipping from the coffee. I recoil as the bitter taste hits my tongue. “Dam, Twilight, you need to add milk to this, it’s really bitter,”
“Oh! You want to know about the School!” She says enthusiastically. Ignoring my comment about the coffee. She teleports in a cup next to me as she teleports the coffee back to her. Twilight floats over a glass bottle and uncorks it. She fills my cup up with what I presume to be whiskey. I grab the cup and take a small sip. I’m suppressed at how sweet the liquid feels as it runs past my tongue and down my throat.
“What kind of whisky is this?”
“It’s ginger,” Twilight replies as she unfurls a map of Ponyville. “So about the School. I made it to teach other creators about the Magic of Friendship,”
I chuckle as I think “She said it, not me,”
“The school is located just a few blocks away from my castle. Might I ask why you want to go there?” Twilight asks, looking up at me with those enormous eyes.
“A hippogriff named Silver stream invited me to a bonfire at the school,” I responded.
“That's the yearly friendship bonfire,” Twilight says, clapping her hooves together excitedly. “Everyone is welcome to the fire. I’m glad you get the chance to meet more creators,”
“Why was the friendship bonfire made?” I ask, taking another sip of the lovely drink Twilight gave me.
“What do you mean?”
“There’s always a reason a tradition started. How did this start?” I ask, putting my cup down.
“The Students started it after the school was reopened after being closed,” Twilight explains nonchalantly.
“It was closed?”
“Ya, the higher-ups disagreed with the way we were teaching the kids, but we got Celestia to overrule the court just for us,”
“Isn’t that abuse of power?” I ask, taking another sip of whisky.
“Well..” Twilight thinks for a moment. Her head drifts down to her neck as her eyes slowly close. Her head bumps the table and jolts her awake. “What!... Sorry, but what did you ask?”
“Never mind what I ask, you need to go to sleep,” I say, standing up.
“I don’t need sleep, I'm fin..” Twilight face plants into the ground after trying to stand up. Her muffled snoring could be heard through the ground.
"Bocht tuirseach banphrionsa," I think to myself as I shake my head in disapproval. “Spike! Twilight needs to be put to bed!” I yell as I pick her up gently.
“What do you need?” Spike asks as He walks in with a frying pan and a chef hat.
“Could you point me to her room, she fell asleep in the middle of our conversation,”
“She does that a lot,” Spike says as I walk over to him. “Her room is down the hall on the left,”
“Thanks,” I say as I walk down the hallway towards her room.




I lay underneath the noon sun as I try to sleep. The keyword is trying as I feel something on my chest. I open my eyes to see a certain Pink pony on my chest. I’ve slowly gotten used to the anomaly that is Pinkie Pie.
“Good morning Brogan,” Pinkie says, lightly bouncing on my chest.
“Technically, it's a good afternoon,” I remarked.
“Technically, Smebally,” Pinkie says, swaying her head back and forth. “The good thing is your awake so I can ask you a few questions,”
“Great, more questions,” I think as I sit up. Pinkie jumps off of me and lands perfectly next to me with the biggest smile I have ever seen. “Ok, go for it,” I say, giving her the go-ahead.
She takes a deep breath in before asking a tone of questions. “What’s your birth date?”
“The first winter on the 13th of 1045 I think,” I say, trying to remember the conversion me and Twi did earlier that month.
“Do you like parties?”
“Fuck ya!” I say, almost as enthusiastically as her.
“What is your favorite type of cake?”
“Chocolate,”
We sat there for an hour, her asking and me answering questions. She finally got to the last question, which took me off guard compared to the more childish questions.
“Do you have a special somepony?” She asks. At first, this took me by surprise, but I regained myself quickly and responded.
“Not yet,”
“Oh,” Pinkie’s normal happy deminer changes into one of sadness as her mane and ears drop down and the color from her face disappear. “Well, hopefully, one day you’ll find that special mare!” Her chipper self returns to her. “Or Stallion,” She nudges my shoulder while winking at me. I roll my eyes as she hops up to all four.
“Is that all the questions, Pinkie?” I ask her as she hops in place.
“Yep,” Pinkie states as she hops away down the street. I chuckle to myself as I Look up at the sun.
“That is one wired pony,” I thought to myself.
“You're one to talk,” I hear something in my head respond to my remark.
“Searsly, what the fuck is that it’s definitely not me,” I wait for a response, but nothing happened. “Ok, maybe I am going crazy,”