It had been a full six hours since Twilight had sent Spike outside. It was more than clear to Spike that by this time Twilight had forgotten about him again, but he refused to go back inside lest he be yelled at again. He still wasn’t sure why Twilight had become so angry with him, he originally based this on stress but that theory was soon discarded, she has been stressed before but this was a whole new level and it had seemed to be centered almost completely on him. He began to think that the only reason she kept him around was because he made a good fax machine.
The time of worrying about Twilight however had passed; his mind had become more occupied with his dream and the pain that had reached an almost unbearable level. The curiosity was beginning to eat away at him, he knew his dream was real and he knew there was something under his back. He also knew that it hurt when you got cut let alone hack your own back to pieces.
Spike went back inside; believing he had taken his punishment long enough and wandered towards the kitchen for a snack. He hadn’t eaten since the morning before his dream. Upon entering Spike spotted the smashed plate and rotting food from the morning before still lying on the floor gathering maggots and bacteria. "She could have at least cleaned that up." muttered Spike angrily. Spike wandered over to a cupboard to get a dust pan and brush or something similar to assist him in cleaning up. Spike later returned with a small dust pan and broom, when he knelt down to sweep up the rotting muck he felt the pain in his back pulse through him once again summoning a loud and intense grunt from Spike, he had become extremely frustrated with his back by that point but still for some unknown reason decided to continue with his task and push the pain into the back of his mind. Spike slowly rose from the now spotless floor with a cloth in one hand and a dust pan and brush in the other; he quickly emptied the pan and discarded the cloth into the trash can before returning the dust pan and brush to the cupboard. Now that was all out of the way he thought it wise to eat before he dies of starvation. Once he opened the cupboard where his gems would usually be he saw a note rather than his gems. The note was in Twilights writing style, Spike looked at it with a heavily irritated look in his eye that grew more and more intense as he read it.
Dear Spike;
Due to your current behavior and lazy attitude towards given tasks I have confiscated your gems from both the cupboard in which this note was held and the stash you have had hidden behind your bed. I presume that you have entered the house on your own accord without me needing to come and get you so I request that you please do not disturb me in my study to help prevent further conflict between us. Please do your chores and head to bed.
Spike was literally fuming by this point, whatever was wrong with Twilight had gone too far this time and clearly sent Spike over the edge with anger. Spike held the note out in front of him and released a massive bright green flame incinerating the letter instantly in his hand and even leaving black scorch marks on the kitchen floor, but the mere incineration of this letter did not satisfy Spike’s anger, he continued to spew his flame into his hand where the note had once been, the longer he breathed this fire however the more he felt the pain pulling at his back forcing him to eventually stop. Spike looked down at his hand to see the claws of his hands glowing red hot, looking past his hand he saw the scorched and cracked kitchen tiles.
"Spike? What are you doing?" Spike heard the agitated voice of Twilight echo throughout the library. This had begun to send spike into a rage causing his claws to slowly elongate, spines stretching back and the pain in his back begin to go numb. Thankfully Spike was able to keep at least semi coherent thought so he wouldn’t lay waste to the pitiful library and anything in it.
Spike slammed the cupboard door shut, breaking the hinges and breaking a portion of the door off in the process, sending small pieces of wood scatting across the kitchen floor. He began to walk out of the kitchen when a distressed Twilight came racing around the corner to see a smoking patch of cracked tiles, a broken cupboard door and a little green and purple dragon marching past her with red hot claws and a look on his face that could rival Fluttershys stare, if not beat it. As Spike walked passed Twilight she attempted to put a hoof on his shoulder and stop him from walking away, but it didn’t work it only angered Spike even more. But he didn’t hit her. no matter what Twilight said or did to him, he refused to hit her, he just marched past her and quickened his pace as he went up the stairs headed towards the bathroom where he knew there would be a mirror. It was at that moment that he decided he would have wings and get the freedom that came with them and maybe even speak with Duratus again.
Spike busted into the bathroom barely able to think he slammed the door shut behind him and breathed another intense flame at the lock melting the metal together that made it near impossible to open without destroying the door. In his rage Spike no longer feared possible consequences, and had no doubts in his mind about the wings he was told he had, all he thought about was the silence he would be able to get up in the sky on his own. He stood in front of the mirror staring himself directly in the eye as he took slow deep breaths, he looked down to his hands noticing that his claws were slightly longer by just over an inch and still glowing red hot. Spike shut his eyes in order to help calm himself down and prepare for what he was about to do. Spikes eye twitched as he heard the sound of hooves on wood coming towards the bathroom, Spike looked into the mirror seeing the reflection of the door handle he had previously welded shut just waiting for Twilight to come and try to open the door and yell at him for what he just did I the kitchen.
“Spike what are you doing? Why are you breaking all my things? You better not be having a tantrum about the gems or you’ll never get them back!” Spikes eyes snapped open at the sound of her voice.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!?” Spike shouted back, small bursts of flame escaping his mouth with each word. Spike was unsure if Twilight had replied or not and truth be told he didn’t really care, he couldn’t hear her over the sound of his heart beating as he threw his arms over his shoulders and felt his hand slap against his back and claws slowly curl up beneath his scales as he began to push his claws into his back drawing blood. Spike was grunting and growling furiously as he pushed his claws deeper into his back until he literally held a hand full of scales in each hand, blood pooling on the floor beneath him leaking across the tiles and headed towards the door. With a final scream Spike clenched his claws into his lifted scales and yanked hard on them, a ripping noise came from Spikes back as he yanked on the loose scales and muscles beneath it again and again, with each yank he let out a loud yelp. The blood on the floor was almost more than the blood in Spikes entire body; Spike should have been dead from blood loss or at least unconscious from the pain.
Spike knew he had thick scales but he still never thought it would be as hard as it was to tear through them, but he had not finished yet, his scales were still attached to the top if his back by a small tender strip of flesh. Like pulling off a Band-Aid Spike quickly yanked the sheet of bloody skin and scales from his back and cast it to the floor in front of him. Now kneeling down on all fours in front of the mirror Spike looked up at himself as his hearing returned as he began to calm down, he heard Twilight yelling something from outside the bathroom but he couldn’t understand it and wasn’t even in the mood to listen to her anyway. Spike looked up turning slightly to see his back, it was a mess of course and almost everything in it was unidentifiable, like a bowl of dark red sludge, but he did however notice something that stood out. There were two scrunched up appendages hanging out of the mess that was once his back. They looked like two small folded up umbrellas that twitched on occasion when he moved around. Spike heard a few loud thuds against the door like somepony was attempting to break into the bathroom. Spike just ignored it and kept focused on the appendages that are no longer trapped beneath his scales; he soon heard a southern accent coming from outside the door as well. Spike was scared all of a sudden and completely unsure of how he would explain himself, Twilight may not have been able to kick the door open but apple jack would have less than no problem kicking it open.
Spike had come to the conclusion that the only way to explain his actions would be to present his wings, franticly spike began trying to contact his unused limbs and stretch them out, he struggled for a moment before feeling slowly began to spread throughout his back once more causing slight pain before he discovered how to unfurl his wings, Spike had officially gained muscle control over his wings.
Spike stood up from the floor and turned to face the door where he could hear Twilight speaking incoherently to Apple Jack, he looked down to the floor to see that some of the blood from his back had leaked across the tiles and beneath the door to the bathroom. Spike just stood there when he heard Apple-Jack announce "Y’all stand back now ya hear!" the next few moments happened so fast that not even Spike himself understood the complete details of it. The door smashed in turning to splinters from a single kick from the farm Pony, this made spike flinch and open his wings to their full length, with the opening of his wings the world seemed to have lost all sound. Everything in the room including Apple-Jack who was standing in the door way was then sucked towards Spike by an invisible force but stopped before making contact with him. Then with an earth shattering thud, everything was sent flying at incredible speeds back in the direction it came from.
Spike stood in a crater of cracked tiles in the center on the bathroom with his wings open. He felt confused as he observed the wreckage around him; he looked over and saw Apple-Jack stumbling around on the floor from shell shock and Twilight running over to help her. He assumed Apple-Jack must have heard a commotion from outside and came to investigate. As Spike was taking in all this information his eyes began to grow heavy, he felt tired and weak all of a sudden, at first he guessed it was from blood loss but when he took a second search around the room he saw no blood, no severed skin or scales the only evidence that he had wings that he could see at the time was the shadow they cast on the floor, he couldn’t check the mirror because it had been shattered, there were pieces of the mirror on the floor but he couldn’t focus on them properly to get good look. Spike looked up one last time before passing out to see Twilight still looking after Apple Jack and not even bothering to so much as take a glance at spike.
“Why don’t you care?” muttered Spike before passing out in the crater.
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