Day 6
The few days that elapsed from the party were filled with a worried Twilight, a snickering Spike, and a tired but otherwise happy Scripture.
Twilight, after teleporting over the crowd, eventually caught up to Scripture who, in all respects, was incredibly exhausted from his earlier mosh pit experience. She found him collapsed in the middle of a field some ways off from the party, panting heavily. It took Twilight awhile to catch up with him and had to use her magic to lift him back to the library, the escapade sending him into a deep sleep.
When the white unicorn awoke in his now-green sheeted bed, he couldn’t help but smile a bit at the purple mare’s worry. She wants everything just right, huh? His smile curled downwards though as he looked over at the obnoxiously large pile of papers on his desk. With a sigh, he rolled himself out of the comfy bed and over to his rather plain desk.
The rest of the night went on with mutterings, quill scratching, and the occasional sound of a piece of paper crunching in on itself.
Twilight didn’t speak of what she saw in there. She simply ignored it for now, although incredibly baffled by it initially. The mare assumed that when the right time came, she would ask him all about it.
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The two days after the party just flew on by without much care for the strict laws of time. Twilight had gotten behind on her studies and needed help catching up, Scripture gladly agreeing to help her. It was the very least he could do for her after all.
To Twilight’s surprise, Scripture had a fair knowledge of many subjects, many of which Twilight had never heard of. However she soon learned that his knowledge was limited and spacey at times. Simply put, he was broad, not deep in his wisdom.
Scripture certainly DID help the purple mare in the end however and was able to help her breeze through a good portion of her studying. Scripture even went so far as to help Twilight throughout the second night. The thought warmed Twilight’s heart and she motivated herself to work even harder than before.
Spike wasn’t exactly favoring this ‘extra’ assistant however…
This night, the night of the sixth day being with Twilight, had seemed to reach a peak of interest between the two ponies. Scripture, once again, had helped Twilight out instead of his own duties, telling her that “My book can wait a little longer than your work!” Twilight smiled and didn’t object.
Spike was by the stair railing now, watching keenly as the two book-loving ponies glided across the library, seeking out novels and textbooks about this and that, most of which Spike never really cared for. Not that he would care for anything right now; it was really late! “A young dragon like me needs his rest…” He muttered, fully aware of the nap he had had earlier that day.
Yawning tiredly, he slowly brought himself up the staircase with heavy steps. A couple creaks and groans escaped the boards underneath him, telling him it would be something else for him to fix. Reaching the upstairs window, he opened it up to let Owlowicious in for his nighttime duties. This time though, they would be a little different…
A soft fluttering of wings eventually could be heard in the library as a brown owl made its way inside, grasping a nearby perch for him to stand on. Spike cocked a tired eyebrow up and pointed a claw at the owl. “Now, I know I didn’t like you before, but this new… bub, has taken over that dislike… Keep an eye on them, ok?”
“Who?”
“Them! Twilight and Scripture!”
“…Whoooooo?”
Spike was about to say it again when he almost faceclawed himself for his idiocy. “Ugh… I really do hate when you do that… Anyways, good night!” Without another word, Spike went over to his small bed and curled up in it, peacefully drifting off to sleep.
The owl blinked once and hooted once more. “Who.”
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Scripture hadn’t been this happy in… Well, in such a long time! There definitely is something special to this Twilight Sparkle… After all, she likes books, she’s very smart and her, ah, plot is outstandingly-
“Perfect!” Twilight shouted out in glee, pulling out yet another book in their fervid search. Snapping back to reality, Scripture trotted over to her, curious as to what book she had found. Peeking over the mare’s shoulder, he instantly knew the novel and chuckled a bit, taking it with his own magic, a white glow to match his coat. Bringing it to his face, he read the title out loud.
“ ‘Scripture: His Life Story’…” A picture of his younger self was on the cover and he chuckled. “Pretty good looking stallion if I do say so myself…”
Twilight chuckled and pushed him a bit with her forehoof. “Nah… I think I have seen a better version in real life…” Oh my Celestia did I just say that to him?
Oh my Luna did she just say that to me? Scripture chuckled nervously and place his biography on the wooden table in the middle of the room. His face scrunched up as he pondered about something, his hoof tapping out a steady rhythm.
Twilight cocked an eyebrow, curiosity starting to swell within her. What is he thinking about? She thought, casually staring at the author.
Scripture nodded once, then shuffled about, shook his head one, and began to murmur lowly, as if talking to someone. After a few minutes of this exercise, he nodded firmly, as if to confirm something. Looking straight at a rather confused Twilight, he smiled, his grin warm and relaxing. “So… Twilight. It’s been nearly a week since I started to research you and your everyday activities, but I must know… Well… actually, how about this… We play the question game for a bit!”
Twilight had no idea what he was talking about and verbalized that to him. Scripture chuckled and explained it to her, his hooves articulating as he spoke. “Simply, we ask each other questions and answer them truthfully in turns. Easy peasy lemon squeezy!”
The purple unicorn chuckled and nodded. “Alright, simple enough… so… uhm…” It was particularly hard for her to come up with an adequate question due to her already having read Scripture’s biography. Her face up when she thought of something rather curious a few days ago. “Oh! So what was up with the whole ‘wheat grass’ thing at the party?” Scripture nodded, as if he anticipated the question.
“Ah, yes, THAT…” He shuffled a bit and sighed, his eyes looking down as if reviewing a memory. “Wheat grass… it’s what my mother smelled like when I was young. Honestly, I wasn’t the most courageous of colts. I used to curl up next to my mother when frightened or worried. Even just meeting new people I would shy away, seeking shelter from my mom and her unique smell…”
The stallion’s gaze didn’t leave the floor as he continued on. “I never could get rid of the smell out of my system, just like some people love to smell vanilla or lavender and always try to have it around them.” He shrugged absently. “I don’t know though, I suppose I came to the conclusion that, like me growing up without my mother, I needed to move on with the smell too…”
Scripture chuckled a bit. “Eventually, it just kind of became a comfort smell, something that I always looked forward too and could be calm with... I suppose when I panicked back then, the first thing to come to mind was my mom for shelter.” The stallion looked at her, a small smile on his face. “Silly, right?”
The two ponies were silent, the slow chirrups of the crickets singing to the stars with their musical noise. Twilight merely was just soaking up the new and personal knowledge Scripture had shared with her. She hadn’t expected the author to be so deep, but she liked this different side to him… It showed her that he indeed was more than meets the eye. She almost wondered what else could be hidden behind those deep brown eyes…
Twilight shifted uncomfortably in her seat and cleared her throat, nodding her head towards Scripture. He had been staring at her awkwardly and the new attention had started to make her face grown warm. “Uhm… It’s your turn.”
The white pony shook himself a bit, as if transferred out of a dream, and nodded slowly. After a few moments of thinking, Scripture finally came up with a question, a mischievous smile playing across his face. “Alright… what was your first kiss like?”
Scripture nearly died laughing from the shocked expression Twilight gave him. “Whaaaaat?!” Her face quickly got very red, her head shying down. “I… I didn’t know questions like THAT would be asked!”
Scripture, finally regaining his senses, smiled at the mare and chuckled a few times. “It’s any question Twilight, no boundaries!” He settled back a bit onto the hard wooden floor and smirked. “Sooooo...? Who was it? Where was it?”
Twilight, still thoroughly red, grumbled out an answer, but it was barely audible for Scripture. “Uhm… Little louder Twilight, can’t hear ya…” She spoke a little louder, enough to hear her, but the words tumbled out in a mess. Scripture smiled again and leaned in closer. “Sorry, once more?”
The purple mare exhaled explosively. “I never kissed anypony yet, alright?” The white stallion was certainly caught off guard by this statement and his eyes widened.
“Wait, really? A mare like you has never even had her first kiss?” Twilight’s face flushed again and she nodded, embarrassed. An awkward pause ensued between them for a few moments until a soft cough from Scripture broke the silence. “So, uh, I think it’s your-“
“Why is your room like that?” She asked suddenly, her blush gone. She looked at him curiously and his usual smile returned. With a nod of his head over to the door, he pushed it open to let them both inside. Twilight’s eyes were assailed once more with everything that was in the room as she entered the threshold.
Books stacked up high were in one corner, books and novels the library didn’t but were able to create a tower taller than even Scripture. A near-literal ton of pencils, pens, quills and inkwells littered an entire table, a table she didn’t own at all. A few maps of Equestria were slightly unrolled by the desk along with a fairly large pile of hand-drawn concepts ranging from simple faces to complex monstrosities Twilight couldn’t name herself. What baffled her the most however was what used to be the walls.
Nearly every foot of wall space was covered in white papers, small leaflets, and strings attached to the various sheets in a web-like design that would have made any spider cross-eyed. Twilight, mouth slightly ajar, looked at Scripture, who was beaming as though this was his heaven.
“Scripture… what is all of this? And how did you even get it here?” The purple mare finally asked. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing but it was there, in only the six short days that he had been with her. How in Equestria…?
Grinning broadly, Scripture trotted over into the middle of the room and extended his hooves out wide as if showcasing a spectacular piece of art. In Twilight’s eyes, it just seemed like mayhem. “May I present to you… my work!” He looked around a bit and chuckled. “Or… what there IS to show at least!” While he let her gaze, he walked over to his cluttered desk and fiddled around with some loose papers.
Twilight, wide-eyed, noticed that a good bit of his papers contained little snippets of information, some of them with only one or two words on them. Are these just notes? Or maybe references? She thought, looking at one that had the words, “Disaster: how? Who? Magic based? Other wordly?” The mare felt like it had something to do with her but she brought her attention back to Scripture, truly curious as to how he got everything in here.
The white stallion seemed to be flipping through some pages, mumbling a bit to himself. Grabbing a pen suddenly, he scribbled and crossed out a few lines on the paper. After a few minutes of this repeated process, he sighed loudly and turned around to Twilight. “Uh, sorry… just saw something I needed to correct…”
Shaking her head, Twilight simply let her watchful eyes follow over to the desk, noticing a large leather hardcover on one end of it. Excited, she flipped it over eagerly with her magic. Disappointment played across her face however as she found out that the cover was bare, devoid of artwork or letters.
Scripture chuckled and took the book back with a soft white glow around it, placing it delicately back on the desk. “Sorry Twi, but the cover isn’t ready yet… I mean, come on! I’ve only been here about 6 days after all!”
Twilight smiled sheepishly but the writer only chuckled, bringing out his saddlebags. Placing it between the two of them, he opened up one side and smiled. “This is how I get everything here…” he zapped a piece of paper he had and it immediately shrunk in size, becoming smaller than even a spit wad. Shooting it again, it returned to its normal size, astounding Twilight. “Essentially, I just shrink everything! It’s a spell my mother knew and it came quite in handy with all the ‘small’ problems!” Scripture laughed jokingly at the corny joke.
Twilight giggled herself and watched as Scripture climbed onto his now-green bed, patting a hoof next to him. “C’mon Twilight, it’s my turn now!” Without a second thought, she walked over to the bed and made herself cozy on the covers, although she was a bit nervous at being so close to the stallion.
That nervousness dissolved immediately however, the next few hours bringing them deep into the night. They casually exchanged questions, usually laughing at each other’s answers and saying the occasional joke. The air resounded with good-natured chatter and hearty laughs, and the overall cheerfulness was almost like a new presence in Scripture’s room.
The ponies were goofily grinning at each other, Twilight draped across Scripture’s back out of sheer playfulness, them both laughing at a comment Scripture blurted out. For some reason, around him, Twilight felt particularly… free. Like everything just dissolved away and the only things she cared for at the moment were him and his words. This wasn’t just her being a fan, she knew that. This was more than being a friend though. That, she didn’t know.
A yawn finally interrupted the ponies cheerful onslaught of conversation. The mare was the one to issue it and she slipped herself off of Scripture laying next to him instead. Being the closest thing around, she let her head softly place itself on his neck, his body acting like a giant warm pillow. It felt cozy, at home, and smelled of parchment and Mintylock Muffins… She giggled a bit, wondering just how many of those things he ate!
Scripture didn’t do anything about the pony on his neck, simply letting her lay there with half-lidded eyes. He himself was feeling the effects of sleep falling upon his mind but was determined to belt out a few more questions. “Alright Twi… it’s-“ he yawned loudly. “Whose turn…?”
Twilight absently snuggled closer into the stallion’s body and mane, making him blush slightly, and she muttered, “Yours… Scripty…” Butterflies dances on Scripture’s inside, doing the Pony Polka.
Scripture could feel he was losing the smaller pony so he came up with the first idea that popped into his head, barely believing he said it initially. “Would you like your first kiss?”
The purple mare seemed to wake up a bit more at this and looked quizzically up at the white stallion. “…Huh?” She yawned, although her eyes perked up a bit.
A soft cough came from the stallion’s mouth as he repeated the question, a bit red in the face. “Do you want your first kiss?”
The lights were starting to dim in the room, the candles beginning to burn out on themselves. One by one, they started to flicker out of existence. Dying embers in the crawling darkness, they let the haze of sleep take over the two ponies. However, as the final flames snuffed themselves out, two heads could be seen moving towards each other, letting their senses guide them towards their desires.
Truly, Scripture’s first kiss was something he would remember forever.
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Day 7
The night passed by so slowly, as if wanting to milk out every drop of happiness for the pair.
Neither of them expected to be sleeping in Scripture’s bed, but neither truly cared. They were sleeping peacefully and soundly for the first time in nights and it felt great to be together…That is, until Spike walked in, awkwardly trying to wake the pair up. After a few proddings, he finally rowsed them awake, althought they weren’t particularly happy morning had arrived.
Scripture was uncharacteristically first up and he yawned loudly, his eyes droopy from the short night’s rest. Spike was hoping that the stallion would at least flinch a little when he spotted Twilight next to him, hoping it was some kind of mistake. Instead, he felt like upchucking at the whole lovey-dovey morning snuggle fest that the stallion let loose with Twilight. The mare’s eyes fluttered open as she accepted the snuggling and absently returned it back.
Clutching his stomach and sticking his tongue out, Spike stared at the two ponies and shook his head. “Jeez… I knew you two were getting close but c’mon… not while I’M in the room please!”
The still sleepy Twilight blushed a little and yawned at the young dragon. “I’m sorry… he‘s just so warm and cozy… I can’t help but just…” Still groggy, she found herself nuzzling Scripture on his side, eliciting a pair of warm smiles.
Spike huffed a bit and turned his back to the gushy mushy stuff, hightailing it out of there. If Twilight wanted to be with her new ‘coltfriend’, so be it. He was a bit sore at Owlowicious for not keeping a better eye on them, but hey, he was an owl, right?
The only time he wanted to be around a scene like that would be with him and Rarity, dancing a flamenco on some hill far away… the sun a vibrant scene for a backdrop... Twirling her white body around, Spike would dip her low, a rose clutched in his spiked teeth, his eyes staring deep into hers…
…and me with an elegant moustache… yeah… I like that… he thought dreamily,
absently laying against a wall while he daydreamed on. He had a feeling it would take the two a bit longer to get out of bed…
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Day 9
On the ninth day living with Twilight, Scripture had been out and about all through the day, trying to get together some food from the market. Particularly proud at finding an incredible deal on hay and lettuce, he happily returned to the library, quite content with his purchases. Giving the door a quick flick of magic to open it up, he accidently let it slam against the wall with a loud BANG!
“GAHHHHHHHH!” came the shouted response of the panicky mare in front of him. Her back was to the wall but her hooves clutched them as if for dear life, her breathing ragged, her mane in shambles. Whatever happened to her, it looked like she went through Tartarus and back again!
Scripture, jaw agape, stared at the wide-eyed pony, eyes gazing wildly at him. Putting down his bags, he made his way towards the lavender colored unicorn, cautiously, a nervousness in his voice. “T-wilight?! What in the name of Celestia happened to you?!”
Twilight jumped again, wildly looking about. “THE PRINCESS? NO! I’M NOT READY! I HAVEN’T WRITTEN ANYTHING YET!” The mare scrambled about, like a frenzied animal looking for a way out of its cage. Eventually, she hid herself underneath the center table, holding her hooves over her head, shaking worse than a hyperactive Parasprite’s wing.
The white stallion honestly didn’t know what to do. I mean, what CAN I do? I’ve never seen anything like this… but… its just like what happens with him… He shook his head and resided in trying to find Spike first. “Spike! Spike, where are you?!” Hopefully the small dragon would know something about all of this…
A purple and green head finally poked out from downstairs and he sighed, noticing the state Twilight was in. “Ugh… I leave you for five minutes and it happens again…”
Scripture cocked an eyebrow at the young dragon. “Again?” This is a recurring thing too?
Spike nodded solemnly. “Yep. This happens whenever she doesn’t send a letter to Princess Celestia about the magic of friendship for a long time… Come to think of it, its been over a week since she last sent a message…” His eyes narrowed and his voice went flat as he took a look at Scripture. “I wonder why…”
The white unicorn didn’t catch the snide comment though, his attention focused on the panicked pony in front of him. Just like me… He softly patted her back with a hoof as he sat by her, still not totally sure what to do. Hopefully being there would be enough for her. “Hey… Twi… come on out… there is nothing to be worried about!”
After a few minutes of coaxing, Twilight finally extracted herself from under the table, looking considerably less stressed out than before, with the exception of her messed up mane. Scripture chuckled a little and helped pat down some of it down, his hooves cupping her cheeks as he locked eyes with her.. “Alright Twi, let’s just figure out what you could write instead of freaking out on me, ok?” Twilight blushed a little bit and smiled, nodding.
Unconsciously, both Ponies moved slowly towards each other, their eyes closed, mouths slightly open, and head slowly bringing their lips together to-
Spike gagged once again at the ensuing love-fest and bolted upstairs. “Seriously guys, not around me!” Rarity thoughts Spike, think Rarity thoughts…
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It was later in the day now, dinner being quite pleasent and the golden sun setting in the distance the last rays of light entering the library. Twilight, being the diligent one in the house, had spruced everything up a bit from her earlier escapade that day. She gave a soft chuckle as she recalled how she acted, thinking it was very foolish now. I mean, come on! I freaked out over a letter to the Princess… She knows they come sporadically now, so I shouldn’t be worrying so much…
A soft thud resounded from the other room but she ignored it, a brilliant idea suddenly popping into her head. Oh that’s a great idea! Why don’t I ask him to write letters to the Princess? He is as much of a friend to me as everyone else after all! The mare fidgeted a bit in happiness. Although much more with me… Nodding in approval of the idea, she picked up a quill from beside her, deciding that now would be a good time to start a letter herself.
Well, I’ll suggest it after this letter… She thought, gathering a piece of parchment as well. Immediately, she began to scratch out her letter to the Princess.
Dear Princess Celestia,
First off, I am very sorry for not getting back to you sooner! This past week has been very hectic for me and my friends, mostly due to my newest friend! His name is Scripture, a famous author that, at first, I only liked for his fame. I truly didn’t realize how sweet a guy he can be and how helpful he also is. Though he has some… quirks about him, nopony is perfect, right?
I know this may seem odd Princess but I have been wondering something recently… Is there something stronger than the Magic of Friendship? I’m just not quite sure anymore…
The thought keeps popping up into my head as I’m with Scripture and it’s been stronger for the past few days with him… Half the time I feel like a complete fool around him while the other time he lifts me higher than I have ever felt… Is this what happens when a stallion’s your first-
Twilight paused, wondering why she had gotten so personal all of a sudden. Yes, these were her feelings, but did she really need to get into this much detail with the Princess?
The mare sighed, about to toss out the paper when it happened again. She’d heard it a few times while she was writing out her letter, but ignored it until now. Sighing, she went to go see what all the commotion was about, trotting over into the other room.
What she saw in there made her skin crawl, mind blank out, and eyes widen in shock.
Scripture had a book floating halfway in the air, nearly about to be put in it’s placed, but his head wasn’t looking at it. In fact, it was looking in the opposite direction, at the floor. On the floor was a familiar book, ends ticking out in odd place, and its pages looking like they had been worn down for years on end…
Twilight couldn’t react. She didn’t budge. All she could do was simply stare at the white stallion, watching him read one of the most precious things in her lifetime. After a bit of jaw dropping silence, Scripture whistled low, eyes wide. “Wow… this is… something…” He flipped over to the next page.
Suddenly the book caught with a purple glow and rocketed over towards Twilight’s chest, her eyes welling up with tears. “Why… what…” Her eyes, still at the verge of tearing, slanted with an angry scowl. “How could you read my Diary, even after I told you not to?!” She stomped a hoof in defiance. “You even saw what it looked like! So why did you read it?!”
Scripture looked thoroughly offended by the statement however and recoiled, dropping the book he was about to place on the shelf in mid-levitation. “H-hey! I didn’t know it was your Diary! It just plopped onto the floor as I was cleaning up! I started reading it a bit and… The way it was written…it was… So unlike one!” He shifted his eyes ever so slightly.
The hurt could be seen in Twilight’s face as she clutched her book. She couldn’t believe him. How could he do it? She wasn’t even upset as much about reading the small bit of her Diary, but of the part about him, the part she could tell with his body language, the part that stood out to her like a sore thumb…
Why would he lie?
The mare knew it had been too perfect, too romantic, too great and coincidental for them to ‘fall’ for each other like that. She had played it off, letting her mind live in her fantasies for as long as she could milk it… But why?
Scripture, noticing the hard silent look she gave him, sighed deeply and suddenly seemed to loosen up a lot more, as if every bit of stress and nervousness was gone from his body, replaced by regret instead. He looked down and pawed the ground in front of him a few times. “I should have known you would have found out, sooner or later…”
His normally strong sounding and confident voice seemed more tired now, as if he had been holding his breath for a very long time. He sat on his rump and his body seemed much more slack than before. It was as if he was changing in front of her eyes and she felt sickened by it. Her mind however still couldn’t comprehend it. Why…?
Scripture eyed her and exhaled slowly, looking quite sad. “I’m sorry you had to catch me in the act but I’m a writer after all. I need information. I need stuff that people wouldn’t normally get from another, or hear about, or think about…”
“Even if it meant hurting others a little bit.”
Twilight was mentally gawking at the words that came out of Scripture’s mouth. What… what is he saying? They were Scripture’s, the Scripture that she knew alright, but now they seemed foreign, like they were being recited by another stallion… A stallion with a much colder mindset than she had originally known.
The author got up and paced around the room, letting his gaze wander across all the books. “There is one thing that every writer has, Twilight, that makes them much more…” He paused, thinking of the word. “crafty than the average pony…” He suddenly grinned slightly, as if this topic was something he enjoyed very much.
“We are probably the greatest liars you could ever know.”
A slow whistle of wind crept through the library, bringing about its chill along the ground. Even the cold of winter seemed warmer for the iciness that settled in the building, ruffling the pages of a few books that settled across the floor. However the mare didn’t notice it, barely flinching as the breeze curled over her hooves. Her focus was on the white stallion, his grin slowly becoming something stronger, something more… menacing.
“Why Twilight… you look hurt. Deeply hurt. Why is that? Haven’t you ever lied to someone, ever been lied to before?” Scripture murmured, his soft voice laced with the thin taste of bitterness. He moved forward on her, taking a single step. The other unicorn flinched at the clopping sound it made, as if she was nearly hit.
Scripture’s eyes widened a bit and his grin broadened some more, as if the reaction he got was exactly what he wanted. “Ahhh… I never did tell you this part about me, hm?” Another step, another flinch. A gleefully chuckle escaping tight lips
“You see… there is a part of me that I can say is vastly different from my normal attitude. No, it’s not multi-personality disorder. I’m still Scripture after all…” He smiled genuinely now, his menacing features melting away for a second, letting the Scripture Twilight knew back to surface. Another second though and he reverted back, unnerving the purple pony immensely. “Just in a different attitude…”
Scripture stood tall and grinned down at the bewildered Twilight. “I like to call that part of me Ink Blot. Me and Ink Blot… well, we have had a very interesting life together. We have created some very fine books also; some even by his own design… Do you remember The Bellowing?” He raised an eyebrow questioningly.
Twilight gave a stiff nod, barely able to project her voice after listening to him so long. “Y-yes… It was a very grim and dark story, involving a few ponies getting slaughtered and tortured by-” She was cut off by a white hoof, the owner’s smile now in a slight frown, as if displeased.
“Yes yes, let’s not give away the ending now…” His smiled raised across his face again. He casually leaned against the middle table, as if nothing was wrong, and flicked his tail at a book, letting it flip loudly to the ground, making the already jumpy Twilight spasm in response.
The white unicorn chuckled a bit, shaking his head. “Oh Twilight… I know you have it, that inner nightmare inside of you. I’ve seen you through it. The panic, the anxiety, the paranoia… It was fresh, a new side to you, a side barely seen by other ponies…”
A slight twitch in the head and his eyes grew even larger, as if prey was in his sights and he was a hungry animal. “Scripture didn’t like it, but Ink Blot loved it.” The third person usage caught Twilight off-guard and she now started to fear for her life. She didn’t know what Scripture was capable of and she had to be ready.
All he did was chuckle though, but it was deeper, along with his voice, which continued on. “We can see it in your eyes right now. You want to run, don’t you? You don’t know what I will do, do you?” He suddenly stopped, straightening himself and putting on a plain face. “You honestly think that I will hurt you?”
Shaking his head, Scripture dipped it down, saddened by the news. “Oh my oh my oh my oh my… Scripture should have warned you more about Ink Blot… We are two of the same after all.” His head raised up a bit, his crueler smile back on. “Hopefully Ink Blot has shown you enough to truly understand what Scripture’s hell of a mind is every day. It’s every day you know… Every single damn day…”
The writer’s body began to relax now, similar to a serpent uncoiling its body out to glide across the ground. His breathing came out a bit more rushed now, and a hoof reached his skull.
I let ‘it’ slip through again… and in front of her too… Scripture thought to himself, but only briefly. He snapped. Stress, thinking, and time had finally caused him to fold under and let out his other side, the side he hated but admired at the same time. Celestia, why me…
Oh… you know perfectly why…
An awkward pause settled between the two ponies, both submerged in their own brains about what just happened.
Scripture was the first to recover, this not being the first time the Ink Blot side of him had emerged. Coughing a bit to clear his voice, he stepped around awkwardly and looked downcast. “Uh… I’m… I’m sorry you had to experience that…”
Twilight seemed about to say something but Scripture turned his back on her and started to head towards his room. Looking over his shoulder slightly, he muttered at her apologetically, “Goodnight Twilight…” Silently the door shut, the sound echoing throughout the library.
The resulting silence was thick, thicker than even the nights Twilight would stay up laboriously researching about some matter or another. She stood there, awkwardly trying to gather up the painful experience in her mind. His eyes, that grin… that awfully sadistic grin that told her he could have mutilated her right there and thought nothing of it.
The demon inside, her own personal nightmare… was it true what he said? She thought about the time Discord had poisoned her mind and the few times she had flipped out on everypony from anxiety… They were times she wasn’t herself. She was there still, like Scripture had said about himself, but she didn’t feel as if she was truly there. It was as if she were made into someone else physically and mentally…
It dawned upon her that Scripture and Ink Blot truly seemed like two sides of the same bit.
Sighing, her exhausted self made its way towards her bed, her Diary eventually floating down to tuck in underneath her pillow. All she felt like doing was crying, her frustration and sadness taking over her soul, but no tears trickled out. She couldn’t understand why but for all the pity she had on Scripture, she sickeningly thought the situation informative, her morbid curiosity being aroused by the situation.
Sleep eventually slunk itself into the mare’s mind, her eyes starting to close shut. It felt so nice, being able to rip herself away from this night, to have no thoughts about it for awhile, and simply let go of the world. Looking at Scripture’s door however, she couldn’t help but slip out a soft murmur.
“Goodnight… Ink Blot…”
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A/N:
I first wrote this chapter, printed it out, edited the hardcopy, THEN reedited it, and posted on her... This so far had been the most enjoyable and most STUPIDLY ANNOYING chapter to write thus far... Yeah, thus far... XD
Anyways, enjoy like always and my Crepuscularity count (my muse music by AcousticBrony) is at 482... ONE MORE CHAPTER FOR TWILIGHT, YAY~