edting chapter 1: intro
Spike entered the bedroom with a silk bag and a pony plushie of Rarity. He ignored the wall of notes from Twilight Sparkle and Celestia and headed straight to the door. He took one last look back and uttered his last words.
“I’m sorry, Twilight. I’ll miss you.”
He took a deep breath and opened the door to the dark of night. Outside was an angry looking orange filly with a bag on her head, fighting the boredom. Scootaloo tilted her head, gathered her bag, and started to walk next to Spike in the dark of the night. They had been planning it for quite some time, three hours, and two minutes, it was time to move on to a different town.
Scootaloo peered at Spike, and then looked back to the ground below, silent in the night. Once more they walked, past Sugarcube Corner, and into the train station. A tall, gray stallion was running the ticket stand, half asleep when Scootaloo scampered up to the booth.
Scootaloo, as short as she is, strived to place her head onto the counter, but was too short for anything, as usual.
“Excuse me?” The counter remained silent. “Excuse me sir?” Once more, the stallion behind the stand didn’t hear her at all. “Hey! Hey, you the-?!” Scootaloo hollered as Spike covered her mouth with his purple claws.
He started to push himself on top of the wooden countertop enough to see the stallion, and asked, “Excuse me, could we buy two tickets?”
The old man running the ticket counter came to, knocking papers onto the floor as if rushing to get ready, “Heh, sorry about that. That will be 15 Bits each. And isn't she too young to be going to Canterlot?”
Spike smiled, placing a small sack marked with a "Bit" into the stallion's outstretched hoof. “Her? She can handle herself. She’s taking me on this trip.” Spike received the tickets and started to the train to Canterlot. “Oh, and keep the whole bag. It’s yours.”
The stallion looked into the bag and saw it held a couple of bits and a pair of gems; an oval of Kyanite, and a black sphere of Onyx. “Are you sure? I can’t take this from such a young mare and a young dragon. I must decline!" With that said, the old stallion pushed the bag back, and opened a side door,stumbling out. "Please come here young sir.”
Spike did as he was asked; such a kind voice couldn't be denied in any way.
“I insi-” The older, gentle stallion pushed a cloth against Spike’s mouth. As soon as Spike stopped talking, the hoof retracted.
“Keep it,” he said, smiling. “That young lady over their should have them, if you know what I mean.” He dropped the gem-and-bit-filled bag into Spike’s claws, “Now run along, it should only be another minute till the train departs.”
“Umm, sorry, but I don’t like her like that,” Spike said, “or at least I don't think so.” Spike peered behind himself to the small orange and purple filly that accompany him; She was waiting by the train with her bag resting next to her, hooves crossed. “I’m not sure, I don’t think I do. I think I have another use for these." as Spike finished the sentence the train conductor announced the departure, worrying Scootaloo. "Sorry, I have to go. Bye!” Spike started to run up to Scootaloo and started to pull her into the train cart.
The old stallion smiled even wider than before, “Ahh, I love the kids of this nation more and more everyday. Aw I forgot to introduce myself. Shoot!”
Spike and Scootaloo pushed their snouts against the glass and waved bye to their newly founded friend and their beloved town of Ponyville.
Scootaloo looked to Spike whom sit across from her, “So we got a plan? It really would be a shame going all this way with nothing to do.”
Spike smirked, and chuckled some, “You know I’m prepared. What, you thought I would go through all this trouble just to get you alone?” Spike looked her in the eye, “You didn’t think that. Right?”
Scootaloo giggled some, “Heheh, I did have my doubts.” She winked in Spike’s direction.
Spike looked at her as if she was insane, “Well that shows a lot. Um, maybe sometime later, still kinda sad.” Spike crossed his legs over and started to look out the window.
Scootaloo attempted to fly over to Spike, but her wings still small, she face planted on the carpet. after a quick recovery of 2 minutes, she got onto Spike seat. Once more her curiosity got the best of her, “What did the Ticket Master say? You didn't seem to pleased with him.” Scootaloo had read Spike like a book in Twilight’s library.
Spike turned to face Scootaloo’s unnecessarily close face, shocked by her large eyes, “Oh it was nothing, I just got to thinking about some stuff. Nothing to worry about though.” He tried to push himself away from the small mare, and attempted to gain some distance.
Scootaloo just moved in closer and put her arm around Spike’s neck, and placing the other on top his head. She started to rub his head as if it was a sock on rug, “Wow, I forgot how hard your scales were… I'm still not going to stop though; Its too much fun!” Scootaloo was rubbing him even faster, pushing him into the seat cushion.
Spike started to fight her hoof, and tried to gain any distance from her; he was backed against the wall before he could even move and inch. Spike let her continue the unpleasant motion and patting down of his smooth scales, “Can you stop before someone sees? It would look strange.”
Scootaloo continued to rub his head, while the speakerphone announced the long awaited message, “We will be arriving in Canterlot shortly, please remain seated until the doors open. Thank you.” When the word made it to her ears she pressed her face against the window, climbing behind Spike’s head to get any little glimpse of the town.
"We're here! We're here!" Scootaloo was struggling to see Canterlot, pushing Spike off the seat somewhat.
Spike tried once more to stop Scootaloo’s improper ranting, “Hey, sit down already. You heard the mare!” Spike tried to force her down into the seat, but the filly was too quick for him to catch.
Scootaloo started to move away from Spike’s ruffled scales giggling, “Ya I heard what she sai-,” she had be moving back to her respective seat, when the train had made a quick and sudden stop; throwing both Scootaloo and Spike onto the floor on their heads. Scootaloo was still laughing at Spike, only this time she was getting laughed at by every pony and Spike was trying to hide his smile in-between his claws.
A few adult mares and stallions joined them in the laughter, having seen such a silly act would make anypony crack up. Even the train cart service stallion was in an uproar; he had lost his magical grip on a cart and a cup of tea spilled onto the floor. Scootaloo over turned herself with the help of the friendly magic of a professionally dressed stallion. Spike fell onto his tummy and pushed himself up with his stubby arms. The cart service attendant attempted to end his laughter so he could finish what he had to do, and say, “Okay, if everyone could move from the doors: We shall be arriving shortly.”
A small tone overcame the silenced laughter, ringing in a typical doorbell melody. It announced the long waited message of relief, “We have arrived. Enjoy your stay in Canterlot.” the doors dropped, and ponies started to leave the cart. The speaker ended their message with a kind goodbye, “Thank you for riding on the 11 O'clock train. Please come again!”