Know your mare, know your mare, know your mare…
For once, a pony was not in the spotlight. Instead, a small dragon with green spines running down his back stood there with a cool smile.
Spike…
…plays with dolls…
“Once! Just once. Well… one day… two days at the most.”
Spike…
…is a closet dance star…
“Dance star? I’ve got two left prints. I can’t dance at all.”
Spike…
…cuts Rarity’s hoof nails…
“Only when she asks. I love helping her out.”
Spike…
…raids Rarity’s garbage…
“Who told—I mean… no I don’t…”
Spike…
…is a cyborg robot from the future…
“I’m a what? How… how would I even be—That doesn’t make any sense. But it is cool.”
Spike…
…styles Twilight’s mane to look like Rarity’s while she sleeps…
“That’s sick! What kind of sicko would do that!?”
And now you know…
…Spike…
“What? Really? No they don’t! I’m so telling Twilight about this. She’ll do… something… I don’t know what, but she will,” Spike muttered while moving into the darkness like those before him.