Twilight groaned as she heard the loud knock at her door. She was finally close to finishing the tale, and yet another interruption showed its face. Though, she supposed the library didn’t have any really set hours. She should probably fix that at some point. Like, seriously, what sort of night would it be if some homeless pony ran inside at 4 am?
But that was besides the point. Twilight stood, dusting herself off and glancing at the clock. 11:50. She supposed it wasn’t too late; at least, not for her. She trotted to the door as whomever was outside knocked again quite loudly. “Alright, hold your horses,” she punned unintentionally. “I’m right here!” Stifling a yawn from staying up, Twilight used her magic to open the door.
Outside in the quite sudden thunderstorm, dripping from the ominous rain, was a sinisterly evil looking white unicorn. His evil red eyes were bloodshot, making even the whites of his eyes red. He had an evil smirk on his face as he cackled, lightning striking behind him, silhouetting him against the rain. “This is the home of the Misses Twilight Sparkle,” he roared out evilly, his deep voice a force to be reckoned with.
Twilight watched him with wide, confused eyes. “Um… O...kay?... Yeah, this is… I’m Twilight. Hi.” She honestly had no idea how to react to this. How does one react to someone screaming at them, someone they had never met before who honestly looked like an albino drunkard wearing red contacts? Who was this pony?
The white unicorn laughed evilly as his horn began to glow a sinister red to match his sinister irises. Twilight suddenly felt a soft tickling sensation around her. Then the tickling felt burning, but only just enough for her to wince slightly. Honestly, she mostly felt like laughing. "What are you doing?!"
The unnamed unicorn cackled as thunder rolled overhead, booming in the storm. "The wicked deed is done! My mistress will be pleased..." He grinned. "Your heinous crime has been averted, Twilight Sparkle: I have cast a blocking spell on you, because my name is Writer's Block, and that is my special talent!" He laughed as lightning struck nearby.
Twilight stared at the villain blankly. What sort of name is Writer's Block? More importantly, what would the cutie mark for somepony whose special talent was writer's block even BE? Leaning to the side as far as she dared, she glanced at his flank. For a moment, it seemed bare; after a few moments, however, she managed to make out the image of a blank piece of paper. ... Really? She felt like laughing again.
"Ha ha," Writer's laughed. "You've become such a weak writer, you're even leaning to the side in your frailty!" Twilight rolled her eyes - was this guy for real? “And now, for my fear enducing escape!” He laughed again - just as evilly - as his horn glowed once more.
“Actually,” Twilight said pointedly, “it’s indu-”
BOOM!
Twilight flinched back as her door exploded.
Literally exploded. Into a million little burning hot pieces.
“WHAT THE-” her face smacked right into her bookshelf, books tumbling down around her. The little flaming pieces of wood became only a light smolder in minutes. Twilight looked up frantically, her horn already lit up in sheer anger and adrenaline. However, the explosion happy albino drunkard was nowhere to be seen.
In the shaky silence after the explosion, Twilight could swear she heard a little ding somewhere. “EVIL Antagonist - Check!” She was sure her ears were just ringing from the explosion.
Twilight growled, standing and looking at the hole in her wall. Her door had been blown completely to bits. Closing her eyes, she quickly gathered up the pieces of the door with her magic and reformed it, trying to keep her temper in check. She finished the door - with only a few missing pieces - and trotted back to her book. She just wanted to finish it. She was so close to being done this madness. She took a deep breath and sat, shutting her eyes. This book had been a bit more trouble than it was worth.
She stared at the page. If it had eyes, it would stare back (of course, as Pinkie Pie would point out, the paper had plenty of ‘I’s’). She blinked. The paper didn’t, fortunately. Quite unfortunately, Twilight found her mind blank of ideas. She struggled through the figurative canyon of words in her vocabulary, and found a quite literal lack of good words.
“... Do I have writers block now?...”
She thought for a minute longer.
“.... You have got to be kidding me.”
*~*~*~
Twilight grumbled as she shifted her saddlebags onto her back. Three espressos, two shots of whiskey and an all nighter had proved worthless (and mildly exhausting). She simply could not write. She found herself void of any ideas when she sat at the computer. It was all that unicorns fault. It just had to be. Twilight growled lightly as she remembered him. That strange, awkward, just… completely random guy. How he made her blood boil.
“Er… Twi?” Twilight stopped growling just long enough to realize how awkward it must sound for a pony to growl. She turned to see Spike standing behind her with quite the confused face. “Are you still upset about the whole ‘blowing up the door’ thing? Cause, honestly, that kinda happens more than you’d think…”
Twilight sighed. “No, it’s not that. I’m angry that I can’t write! I was so close to being done this madness, but lately, everything’s been going a bit wild.” She smiled a tad bit ruefully. “I’m sure everything will be okay in the end, though. I’m just going to go to Canterlot and ask Princess Celestia to help me with this curse. I’m sure she knows some sort of cure.”
Spike nodded, smiling. “Don’t worry, Twi - I can hold down the fort here, no matter how many doors explode.” Both of them got a small laugh from the now inside joke. “Have fun at Canterlot.”
“Have fun ‘holding down the fort’,” she replied with a small smirk before heading out the door. She made her way down to the train station - she would fly, but she was still a little unsteady (especially in mountain winds.)
Spike shut the door, noting the cracks in it. They would have to buy a new door later. He began to walk to the kitchen - or, rather, to the freezer for some ice cold icecream lovin’ - when he stopped. “Wait, isn’t Celestia in the Griffon Kingdom?...”
MEANWHILE, IN THE GRIFFON KINGDOM
Celestia slammed her hoof down as she glared at the Griffon King. “You swore to us the boundaries would be kept clear of warfare! How can we keep peace with you if you continue to attack us?!”
The Griffon King was literally being held back by two of his guards. “How can I keep to my promises when you tricky unicorns keep putting up shields, as though you’re hiding secret bases from us!? How can we ever trust you!?”
The two threw insults and banter and slurs this way and that. A griffon guard and a pony guard sat aside from the conversation. “Is it always like this,” the pony asked, new on the job today.
“Yup.”
“Ah… Do they ever stop?”
“Nope. Really kinda silly, honestly - I’d say we’re a day away from signing that treaty, so long as nopony in Equestria messes up. These two just like showing off how big their crowns are.”
“Heh. Yeah, this’ll all be over soon.”
MEANWHILE, BACK IN PONYVILLE
Spike shrugged. “Eh, I can’t remember. I’m sure it’ll all work out fine - what could go wrong?”