Spike sat in Twilight's home...waiting for Twi to come back and say, "Everything's fine..." But...she never came back. Did she forget about him? Her dear o'l number one assistant? "N-no...everything's fine. I just...gotta...sit down...and...think." Spike says.
But the more he think, the slower time got. He stared at the clock...tick tock...tick tock...tick tock. He stared at the floor, and he did the thousand yard stare. He imagined Twilight, fighting in war, but as Spike got the news...she was...gone. "No! Just...my...imagination." Spike says.
The more he thought of it happen, the more it became a possibility. The haven't started fighting yet, which is good. But, one thing for certain, Luna is a smart sister. Heck, she's the one who dresses up Celestia for a conference or something. She knows what to bring out in war, luckily, the power of friendship stopped her...but not this time. He should've told the Mane Six that they had to split up. He should've told them. But now...it's to late. He knew it before they got there. He knew that he had a 5 hour chance...but he didn't do it. "Why..." Spike asked himself. "...Why didn't I tell them?"
He looked at the clock...tick tock...tick tock...tick...tock. "M-maybe I should send Celestia a note. See if I could check up on Twilight." He says. He grabs a piece of paper, a feather pen, and wrote as quickly as possible.
"Dear...Princess...Celestia." He says out loud. "This is Spike. Not to worry, I'm home alone. You told me to go back to Twilight's since you told me it's to dangerous. But, if it's anything, I could come and visit...maybe? Yeah, I could come and visit. Since, war doesn't start for the next week or so. So...can I come? Love, your assistant....Spike."
He rolled up the note and blew the letter, sending it into Canterlot. He waited a few moments, before he burped the letter. He quickly grabbed it and read what was on the note.
Dear Spike,
I'm sorry to say that you are not allowed to come. Twilight is busy training Rarity to not complain in dirt...and she hasn't learn a single thing. But, if it's anything, Rarity asked me to tell you to check up on her sister and the others. Please becareful.
Love, Princess Celestia.
Was...she serious? She's joking right? "Hm...it seems that she doesn't want you there." Spike heard.
"W-w-who's there?" He asked fearfully.
"Not going to invite your dear old uncle Sombra?" a black figure asked in the shadows.
"Sombra? W-what are you doing here?!" Spike asked.
"Oh...I don't know. I thought you needed to know why she's not letting you in."
"Why?! Tell me!"
"Have you realized, that, before war even starts, she isn't letting you in? Two - three weeks before war starts...Twilight is perfectly fine...by she's rejecting you. Is it because she really cares for you...or she doesn't want you to see her for the last time? You could save her..."
"How?!"
"...By joining my team."
"NEVER!!"
"Or you can remember her as a dead corpse. Either way, doesn't matter to me. A win-win situation for me."
Twilight has been the most important thing to him...but...is it really worth joining on the evil team in order to see Twilight again? However, he does have a point. Why is Celestia rejecting Spike? Is it because she doesn't care for him anymore? Maybe because he's too short...or maybe...he isn't liked anymore. Just a background character...to be made fun of...to be laughed at...to not be taking seriously. Even to be rejected like nothing ever happened in dangerous situation. He was trusted once...and saved the world...kinda. But he was toyed with...should he...should he really join? Not to see Twilight again...but...to get revenge? He was made fun of! Joked, toyed, DESIGNED to be a background character! Maybe he shouldn't take over the world...but the ENTIRE GALAXY!!
"Sombra..."
"Hm?"
"Who's the crew? I need to know their names."
"Smart choice. Find the Crusaders...they'll be good to my use."
Sombra disappeared through the shadows, but Spike sat on the floor. Was this a good idea? It seemed like it. Yeah...it did. You know what? "I'm going to find the Crusaders...and I don't care if they refuse. They're joining with me...whether they like it or not." He says. He gets up, opens the door, and leaves...
...Without another word.