//------------------------------// // 6-Research about Twiley // Story: Research About Fluffy Ponies // by Axel Azabash //------------------------------// 25/April: A completely different Twiley: Today, when I came back from work and visited Twiley's room I was surprised. She used the sandbox! The room was perfectly clean! And she looked happy to see me. "Hey Twi, how are you?" I greeted her. "Bowing... sit hewe aww day." She answered. "Can I get closer to you?" I asked innocently, but her mood suddenly went down. Her smile faded, her ears went flat and she lowered her head. "Oh, sorry, anyways, everything is alright." I corrected myself and came close to her, stroking her mane. "What do you want to do?" I asked. "What... do?" She parroted. "Ok, let's watch some TV... there is nothing better to do." I unchained her, and she followed me. She was relaxed, as I expected. Now, she was curious about everything, and moving like a cat, carefully to don't touch anything. We went to the living room and sat on the sofa. It was funny to watch her trying to figure out how to sit on it. She finally sat like Bon-bon, not like Lyra. Everything was planned. I wanted to see her reaction to... yes... the show... I had no idea where was this going on, but it's something interesting. Maybe she would identify herself in the show, maybe she would start to mimic the actual pony behavior in the show, maybe she would explode and maybe would be the end of the world or, or... anyway... I turned on the video and the show started. I only was interested in Twiley's reaction, so, I didn't care the episode at all. First, she was surprised to see other ponies more like her and not like the fluffies, then, she gave a suspicious look to the TV, but continued watching. The episode ended and I turned off the TV. She hopped to the floor and came to the TV, she poked it with a hoof and looked behind. After that, she gave me a confused look. "What was that?" She asked. "Oh, it is just a TV and a video player. I have a lot of episodes, do you want to watch more?" "Yes... I wan..." I put all the show in the reproduction list and left her alone while I was cleaning up the house, her room, her sandbox and making dinner. She looks more intelligent than all the fluffies I have ever seen. She didn't start to mimic or got influenced by the TV, she just sat there, watching with a suspicious look on her face, like figuring out something. Other thing... I need to teach her how to go to the bathroom. She is a lot bigger than the regular fluffy ponies, and you know what that means. The sandbox is quite small. I brought some spaghetti for us and let her eat in the living room while watching the show. I did the same, while watching her reactions. Hey, my mom never let me eat in the living room, and it is an awesome thing to do for a kid! After an hour or so, she suddenly hopped to the floor, started to bounce a little and spin on herself. She headed for her room but I stopped her. "Hey, Twi, come here..." I told her. "Ow... no time fow... ow, ow..." She replied, bouncing in place. "Here, Twi." I commanded and pushed her. She followed, with a cute panic look on her face and bouncing. I pick her up, sat her on the toilet and held her in position. She tried to squirm, but failed and suddenly stopped. Her ears went flat and she lowered her head in shame while she couldn't hold her pee anymore. New achievement! Teach the pony to use the toilet! "Very well, Twi! This is a toilet, it's where I pee and pop, so, you have to use it too and we are going to take that stinky box out of your room." I told her. "Wha...?" She looked at me, completely perplexed. "It's like... a sandbox... and this is toilet paper, it's used to clean yourself, and..." She hopped to the floor and stared at me. I flushed and she stared at the toilet in disbelief. "You touch this and it's clean again." I expected her to giggle, or do something stupid like flushing again and again manically like anther fluffy pony or a child would do, but she just stayed here, staring at me. She finally let out that absolutely cute Tara-Strong-ish groan of frustration and frowned at me. "Why you no teww me that befowe? I was afwaid that I was going to get aww diwty and stiwnky again!" She cried. "Oh... that was cause... you look absolutely cute when embarrassed?" I replied with a sheepish grin. "You... you awe a howwible hooman." She stared at me with that I-want-to-kill-you frown of hers and kicked me. Not very hard, but in the wrong spot, you know what I mean... "Hey! I thought you would never do it again!" I groaned in pain. "You desewve it!" She scowled. "Ok, ok... I'm sorry." I replied flatly... Why I was even apologizing to her? We went downstairs. It was quite late, so, y took her to the room again. This time, I brought to her some pillows and blankets. She is not human and I'm not going to let her sleep in a bed, but... the floor is quite cold and hard. She went to her corner, near the chains tied to the window bars. I pick up the chains and removed them. She looked at me quite surprised. She has been always chained there, but now, I thought it wasn't necessary anymore. "You are going to be a good pony, don't you?" I stroked her mane. "Uh?" She only managed to say. "We don't need those chains anymore, so, you can go to the toilet, take a walk in the house, but be careful, don't touch anything and don't come outside, it's dangerous." She smiled and nodded. I went to the living room and took the pillows and the blanket and put them in the clean floor of her room. She rested on the pillows, poking one with her hoof and giggling a little. I was heading to my bedroom, but she stopped me. "Uh! uh! wait!" She said. "What is it, Twiley?" I turned back. "We... Wewe awe Pinkie, Fwuttewshy, Wainwow, Appwejack and Wawity?" She asked. "Oh, they are characters from My Little Pony, they are all made up for the show." I replied. "But... but... I..." She trailed off. "Oh, sorry, Twiley. You are a pony who looks a lot like Twilight Sparkle, that's why I named you like her. The Twilight from the show is made up too, she does not exist." I said gently to her. Twiley started to frown heavily at a ball, the ball that I brought when the fluffy herd incident, and suddenly, her horn started to glow. I took some steps back, I was scared. I was expecting some kind of sci-fi thing to happen. Twiley was staring to the ball so intensely that looked like it would melt or catch fire under her glare, but then, nothing. Her horn stopped glowing and she just looked at me with sad eyes. I was told that the most talented fluffy unicorns could do a little spark from it's horn, but Twiley's was literally glowing for a long time, that wasn't a simple spark. "Why can't I use magic?" She asked. The lack of 'R' and 'L' in her phrase made her sound like a human. "Ma...magic does not exist..." I replied, still amazed at her performance. "But...but... my hown... wowked, and unicowns use it" She replied with tears in her eyes. "Magic is all made up, like the whole show, Twiley." "But why my hown do wight?" She asked. "I have no idea... maybe it uses some kind of bioluminescent thing... like fireflies... It's not magic, it's science... hey, listen, you got a scientific horn!" I tried to cheer her up. "What..." She stared flatly at me. "Oh... the Twilight from the show can perform some light spells, just like you. At least it's something." I continued. She cheered up a little, and I gave her good nights and came to my bedroom. It was time to write my report. All the dialogues with her and details that I remembered and that are written there. Why am I saying this? Well, because I just heard some knocks at the door of my bedroom and Twiley just came in while I'm writing. Now I'm reporting in real time. Let's go! Twiley is in my bedroom, she looks sad, her eyes are reddened and I can see her tears, she is crying. "Uh... eh... can hooman answew a question?" She asks. "Call me Mike, please, Twiley. 'Hooman' sounds a little silly." I reply while writing. "Uh... Mike. Can I ask you a question?" Again the lack of 'R' and 'L' make a chill go down my spine. "Of course Twiley. What is it?" I asked. "Wah...wah... ew..." She says between sobs. "Take your time, Twiley, I'm listening." I try to comfort her. She just asked... Oh my gosh... [REPORT FILE SAVED AND CLOSED]