And now for a story written during the event, by Knight of Cerebus
Spike groaned in agony, Twilight rolling her eyes once again. "Every Nightmare Night," the little dragon groused.
“You know why it happens.” Twilight said flatly.
“Every Nightmare Night.” He stressed in reply. Another moan came from the doubled over dragon, and another tooth popped out of his mouth, adding to a pile of twenty-four that had been steadily accumulating throughout the day.
“I could just take you to Fluttershy’s, you know. get her to pull them out and let the new ones grow in overnight.” Twilight offered, putting down her book and trotting over to her beleagured assistant.
“Oh no you--” Spike belched, and the ensuing trail of fire took some of Twilight’s mane with it to Celestia. Twilight dusted herself off, glowering at whatever unseen cosmic tormentor had assigned her universal butt of every bought of slapstick.
“It’d get it over with.” Twilight looked around, making sure her face had shielded the far more precious books from damage. She sighed in relief, only to be interrupted by her assistants protests once more.
“That jerk Future Spike isn’t getting any more sacrifices out of Present Spike than he can help.”
Twilight only sighed at this, shaking her head and smiling. “You know, Spike, this wouldn’t happen if you were more interested in the rest of what Nightmare Night has to offer. There’s games and costumes and--”
“Boring lectures on the history behind those costumes--”
“And decorations--”
“--Which I have to put up--”
“--While Rarity and I make the costumes--”
“--And Nightmare Night is the only time of the year where I get free candy, while I do all that other junk every holiday!”
Twilight raised an eyebrow. “It’s also the only time you get to have Rarity make you a free costum.” She smirked, deciding the argument had been settled then and there. She trotted over to the window, a blush rising up on her cheeks. Spike recognized the warning signs of a fantasy about Celestia almost immediately.
“Going...going...gon--urk!” He retched again, covering his mouth in time for sparks to come out in lieu of fire. He clutched his belly and grimaced.
“And besides, it’s the only time of year she changes out of her crown and jewels…” Twilight sighed, propping herself up against the window on her hooves.
“Twilight,” Spike said slowly, “I’m only gonna let you tell me all about how cute she looked as Frankenpone--Frankenpone’s Monster,” Spike corrected himself before Twilight could, “if you promise never to make her your Nightmare Night costume ever again. That was really, really messed u--rph!” Twilight noticed what was about to happen seconds before it did, summoning a bowl into which her smaller companion could vomit in peace.
Twilight rolled her eyes, smirking. “At least eye candy doesn’t give you cavities.”