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// Melting Pot Of Answers (OPEN YOUR MIND) 
// Story: MLP: TCR 
// by Omlliw 
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Ghost marched right up to Twilight's front door. He had known that sooner or later he had to talk to her, but with how she treated him before, it seemed like accepting defeat. Despite his worries, he rapped on the door, and was not expecting Spike to be standing there. Ghost screamed, but was rooted to the spot. "YAAAAH! A REAL LIFE DRA-" Then he noticed his mistake, and gave a brief chuckle. This wasn't real life. Hell, it might not even be in an alternate universe. He may have just had one too many Johnny Walkers.
"Uh, you OK? Why are you just standing there?" Spike asked, touching Ghost's arm to see if he was still alive/conscious. Instantly the Texan snapped out of his daydream and looked down at the dragon.
"Um, yeah, I'm fine. Where's Twilight?"
"She went out to Canterlot yesterday, on royal business. She'll be back today, though." Ghost facepalmed.
"THERE'S A TOWN NAMED CANTERLOT FER CHRIST'S SAKE?" Ghost took a brief breath.
Spike looked uneasily at him. "So, do you wanna come in? I'm sure Twilight'll be back soon." Ghost nodded his head and walked in. Not only was the area quite cramped for someone of his size, but he could feel that, other than him and Spike, there was another being in here with them. Ghost shook the thought off with another deep breath.
"You must be Spikey-Wikey," Ghost said. Spike blushed awkwardly.
"Please, don't call me that."
"Why not?"
"I-I don't like being called that. Call me Spike."
"You may wanna go and see Clarity, or whatever the Hell her name was. She's been calling you Spikey-Wikey all morning."
"Really? What did she say?" Spike leaned forwards in anticipation.
"Something about you going on a rampage and almost destroying the town. But she was just having a joke, right? That didn't happen, RIGHT?" Spike shook his head rather solemnly.
Suddenly, a small, brown blur flew at Ghost's head, almost knocking him over. He grabbed onto the bottom of the staircase to support himself. "What the Hell was that?"
"Oh, that's just Owlowiscious. That's Twilight's pet owl."
"Hoo," hooed Owlowiscious.
"You! You're her pet."
"Hoo."
"Twilight! You belong to her!" Spike shouted. Ghost rolled his eyes. "Sorry about him," Spike turned to Ghost, "but he's very annoying."
"Yeah, sure, but one question."
"What's that?"
"I thought you were her pet." Spike looked like he was about to say something, but then quickly looked at the clock and ran upstairs.
"Um, sorry, I have to do some chores for Twilight. We should talk another time, Mister..?" Spike scratched his head.
"Ghost." Spike bolted and dashed upstairs faster than a cheetah. Ghost grunted and responded to Spike's body language with a simple, "Actually it's John Conquest." 'John' turned and walked out of the library, muttering "Is everyone in this freakin' town afraid of ghosts?" Suddenly the capitalist was halted. He looked down to see Twilight. "Oh, hello again." Twilight said nothing. "I know where you were. In Canterlot. Royal business, was it?" Twilight opened her mouth to interject, but Ghost interrupted with "Spike told me. Who did you see, and why?"
"Why do you want to know?" Twilight asked, annoyed.
"Excuse me?" Ghost couldn't believe that she just said that. Ghost was shooting pearls daggers from his eyes.
"Why do you want to know? It's as clear as crystal."
"I want to know everything about this place. Why I'm here, how I got here, and how I can get home. Who's the royal you were speaking to?"
"Princess Celestia, ruler of Equestria."
"Were you talking about me?" Twilight said nothing. "That's a 'yes' then. Are you trying to get rid of me? Am I some sort of safety concern to everyone here?"
"She was worried about your impact on all of us. So, yes, in a way. We don't want you here. Nopony does."
Ghost's jaw fell. Did one of the 'friendly' ponies isolate Ghost? He was mad now. He would only take so much more until he snapped. Like about one hundred kicks to the groin. Or one thousand punches to the face.
Or one call.
He strode back to his studio, leaving the door unlocked.