Death Spikes
An already-told story
Twilight woke up to meet the morning’s shine. She smiled brightly at the thought of spending another gloriously organized day, with her friends and her assistant Spike, already picturing all the wonderful things she was going to do and the friendship reports she would write. A long grin spread ear-to-ear just thinking about sunny ponyville and the special stallions she was keeping an eye out for. She would share gossips with Rarity, learn about animals with Fluttershy, race with Rainbow dash, organize sudden parties with Pinkie pie, meet up with the apple family, and finally trot around with Spike the whole way. She knew that Spike loved to come along with Twilight on her numerous ventures in the bustling city.
Spike waited for Twilight downstairs, he stared hungrily at the plate of gems that he had prepared next to the aroma-spreading pancakes he had made for his best friend, he was turning hungrier by the second, he impatiently waited and started thinking dreamily at what he would do and all the friendship letters he’d have to copy down. He’d start by helping out his best and trying his new smoke aroma perfume on Rarity, he’d accidentally set some bushes on fire at Fluttershy’s cottage, keep up with rainbow dash’s fast blabbering, stuff himself with cupcakes and party ‘til he turned more purple at sugarcube corner, then pointlessly roast apples at the sweet acres. And finally he’d go down the whole way lazily slouching on Twilight’s back.
Oh, how he loved to go around Ponyville with Twilight and see the bustling town.
Finally, Twilight came walking down the stairway, Spike’s hopes dashed up, only to hear her yell
-Oh, hay, I forgot my daily morning “how to properly savor pancakes” book on my bed shelf, better go get it” said Twilight, turning before she even reached the ground, Spike grumbled after having let out a cry of desperation.
“There’s a book for EVERYTHING, and boy, do know I it!” complained Spike. You could practically hear his tummy grumble. In sweet apple acres. Spike tried to drag his attention away from the hot plate of pancakes, or the sparkling platter of diamonds, then suddenly, he felt his belly suddenly get better, he felt like his whole body had completely reset, he didn’t feel like he could cry, he didn’t feel stressed, but he didn’t think he could shout either. It’s like he was in a complete loading mode, then suddenly his eyes felt shaky, and everything went dark.
Twilight jumped onto her bed and removed the pillows, although she and Rarity would hate doing such a thing, a unicorn’s gotta get a little off track sometimes, and anyways, this was for a good cause. She scanned for the orange and golden hardcover, she could always make out the book because it was only fifteen pages long, too (excluding the bonus recipes). She swiped the book, then took a quick look at it; it showed a pancake being flipped, with waffles in the background in plates on a table, the flipped pancake was zoomed in, with butter sliding on it and syrup being scattered everywhere. Just looking at it was enough to make her mouth water, she could literally feel her tummy trying to push her down the stairs. She picked up the book and paced down the staircase, but then, all thoughts of breakfast erased her mind as she spotted her purple friend walking around, panic in his face, bumping into things as if he were blind.
Spike could hear voices ringing in his head, he tried to wiggle them away by walking, but it wouldn’t go, he was a blind bat and he was hearing voices, great, just great. He finally understood that if life-or insanity- was trying to tell him something, he might as well listen. He calmed down, tried sitting at the nearest chair possible, and focused. He could almost see light, and a voice of dragons talking;
-So, what did you bring this time?” said a voice, quite hush-sounding compared to other dragons.
“This is no time for sarcasm, the huge flame donning reunion is happening soon” scoffed another voice, sounding quite ill.
-Well, it’s not much of a reunion, considering it’s just a gathering of 3 tribes, and it occurs thrice every year ” responded the hush-voiced dragon.
“Yeah, but then, we get to party! And feast on as many gems as we want!” excitedly proclaimed a younger sounding dragon, he seemed about the range of 2500 years old, then again, for a dragon, that’s not much.
-You’ve had enough parties, now go back to hunting!” ordered the now-not-so-hush-voiced dragon.
“Right you are, we have to collect as many ruby’s and snake fangs as possible” approved the ill-sounding dragon.
“Alright, I have to learn to hone my patience” agreed the younger dragon, admitting defeat.
Just then, Spike heard twilight trying to get down the stairs; he panicked and tried getting rid of his state by bonking his head on what seemed the table. His mind quickly reverted back to normal, but he didn’t know what was worse: his hungry belly or his sore head. He scattered about trying to find a casual position. He stood next to the table and plastered on a fake smile, however, Twilight wouldn’t pay his act a cent. She had been watching him the whole time, and, frankly, she just didn’t buy it.
-Spike, just WHAT were you doing?! ” She demanded to know hurrying over to him, her expression quickly changing from serious to worried, “Oh, um Twi, you see, I was, well, it’s just that, I wanted to pour more syrup for you but some accidentally spilled into my eyes!” lied Spike, he shyly cleaned up his mess.
“Is that so?” said Twilight, eyeing the suspicious dragon. She decided to not give it another thought, but she did want to know one more thing.
“Spike, why were you sitting on my pancakes?” the dragon took a huge gasp before looking at his syrup-covered tail.
“Um, I’ll fix this up for you, don’t worry I’ll have a new batch of pancakes in a jiff!” he suggested. Trying to wiggle out of his situation.
“Okay, but before that, I think you should go wash yourself,” she said, gesturing to the worn out Spike.
“Sure, um, so we still get to visit Rarity today, right?” asked Spike, still trying to change the subject.
-Spike. Bath. NOW”
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Author’s note: a thing I do not understand about Spike the dragon is that he is stated to be a thousand year old dragon, yet in the cutie mark chronicles, he is seen to be hatched when twilight was a filly, so either he stayed 999 years in his egg, or ponies have a very long lifespan. I have no idea what I’m saying.