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// Chapter 3 - Twilight Sparkle 
// Story: Nicolas Cage In Ponyville - Friendship Is Compulsory 
// by HelmOfDismay 
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-----Chapter 3, Twilight Sparkle-----

Nic meandered through the crowds of the thatched village; it put him in mind of The Wicker Man again and he dwelled on that being a possible end to this Fanfic. Nicolas swaggered over to the area he’d been informed of. 

The library was, in essence, a hollowed out tree. Nicolas couldn’t help but feel surprised that the tree didn’t smell of decay and by all accounts appeared to be alive. He found himself pleasantly enjoying the irony of filling a tree with paper. Nic ran a hand through his atrocious black hair and knocked on the door – a feat that would have been farcical if there wasn’t an impressively large and portentous candle in the way. Knocking on the door, Nicolas finally noticed that after punching through his shades he had percutaneously damaged his hand.  The door swung open in front of Nic. 

Out of the door came a purple horse – a sentence I’d interpret as strange in any other context. 
Her flank was blessed with…with a….twilight sparkle I guess and from her hair a horn extended.
She studied the good Mr.Cage in the kind of way a scientist does an aqueous solution or a rapist a woman with rather perky tits for her age.  Nic stared back dumbfounded. The unicorn just continued to stare him down so Nic put on his best face. Do you remember Face/Off? Well that one scene where he is supposedly John Travolta’s character after doing cocaine.  Wide-eyed and wide-mouthed, kinda generally wide-faced. The pony seemed somewhat affronted by his face, with no indication of a desire to make a .GIF. Nicolas slowly returned to his one other facial expression – mild worry. The encounter couldn’t have been more awkward.

Nic found that a door slamming in your face is somewhat disparaging.