Twilight slammed her book shut and gasped. "Spike! Quickly! To the laboratory!"
Spike narrowed his eyes on the unicorn. "Why are you purple?"
Twilight blinked. "No time for that now, lonely assistant! Quickly, to the scene change!"
"Twi? Why are we down here exactly?"
"Um, because! We need to... carry this jar from one side of the lab to the other!"
Spike scratched his head. "Why are you yelling so much?"
"No time for that now!"
Spike quickly ran out of the lab, wondering just why Twilight was not only acting odd but was also now doing random tasks for no reason. He tripped over his feet when he found that not only was Rarity seated in the library, but so was basically everypony else.
"Um, hi?"
"Oh Spikey!" Rarity leapt up in the air and essentially floated over to him. She looked down with eyes that showed longing. "I don't know why I never noticed it before, but you are simply ravishing!"
Spike blushed. "Um, cool, of course I am!"
"We simply must go out on a date, I insist!"
"A date?! Now?!" He looked around and found their other friends nodding in agreement, yet not saying a single word. This isn't how its supposed to go! I mean, yes, I want a date with her. But I wanted-- His thoughts were quickly interrupted by the front door slamming open. In walked none other than...
"Prince Blueblood?!" Spike exclaimed in shock.
"I have come to take what is rightfully mine! Have at you!"
"Apple jack, what do we do?" Apple Bloom question.
Spike stood up and struck a pose he hoped looked heroic enough. "I am going to-- Wait!" He spun around and narrowed his eyes on the filly. "Isn't your sisters name Applejack? I mean why say it like that? What the hey?" The filly simply shrugged.
Blueblood cleared his throat. "Have at you?"
Spike whirled around. "Oh right, you shall not take my beloved!"
The two fought for what felt like hours, but was actually a few seconds. Spike now stood over the beaten body of the once deemed prince.
"Oh Spikey! Take me in your claws, take me now!"
"It would be my-- why is your coat white?"
Rarity began sweating. "Its always been white!"
Spike shrugged. "Good enough for me!"
"Twilight! Stop poking holes in my story!" Spike whined while crossing his arms.
Twilight closed her eyes and gently set his stack of papers down. "I'm sorry, Spike. I was just, um, noticing some errors here or there."
"But its awesome, right?!"
Twilight looked into Spike's pleading eyes, tears threatening to fall. The unicorn mare smiled slightly. "Oh, of course! Its very nicely written. I was just... trying to make sure it reads even better!" She snorted. "You wouldn't want to look back on your life and think your first story wasn't perfect!"
"Twi? Why is your eye twitching?"
"What? Oh, must be I'm not getting enough sleep, you know how I am!"
"Right... okay. So keep reading!"
Twilight's smile faltered but she picked the papers up once more. "Of course, now where was I?" Twilight desperately tried to find where she was but the formatting of the "story" was so out of whack that it became a chore. Screw it. "The handsome Spike- A chew!" Twilight sneezed and her horn flared. The story did not stand a chance, immediately it burst into flames and was soon ash.
Spike looked at the ash in shock, not willing to move or speak or even breath. Twilight was worried that she had gone too far and was about to say something when Spike beat her to it. "Twilight! What did you do?! I took me two hours to make that!"
Well that explains a lot. "I"m so sorry! It was an accident, oh this is embarrassing..." Twilight blushed and Spike's angry look softened. "What do you say we start over? And this time I'll help you out with it!"
"I..." Spike twirled his claws nervously. "But Twilight, I wanted to write this. Its supposed to be my story, not yours."
Twilight smiled. "I didn't mean it like that. I'll simply be standing by to help your grammar and point out when things may not make as much sense as you think it does."
"Sense?"
"Well, sure! In a story making sense is the most important thing you can do. If the words don't fit together well enough then the readers can't see your world properly. Proper sentence structure and grammar are the most important weapons at your arsenal for writing! With me by your side I promise your story will truly be the greatest thing you have ever written!"
Spike felt Twilight hug him and he hugged back. "Well, alright! I'll go get some ink and parchment, this is gonna be awesome!"
Twilight watched him run up stairs and she couldn't help but giggle. She hated lying, but it was for the best. After all when she thought of the dreadful piece he had written, she felt queasy. The miss spelled names, the lack of details or in some cases wrong details. The poor grammar and bad formatting, not to mention the hand writing felt far more rushed than she was used to with him. The whole thing gave her an uneasy feeling. And yet when she thought of it, she knew nopony's first story was ever their best or even that good to begin with. Maybe it wasn't all that bad, I guess I could have gotten used to it and then helped him fix some details and grammar. Maybe it was even pretty good-- Her thoughts were interrupted as she promptly vomited all over the floor.
The End