How did this day go for Twinkle Star started out? It honestly started out great, because she surely wasn’t bored in her Book Fort, or moping around like some lazy pony who didn’t care to even pick themselves up in the morning, or to even go to her own Grandmother’s house. She had everything she wanted, except for one thing.
She didn’t have a cup of milk in her hooves to celebrate building a fort out of books, books that Twilight has specifically told her not to use or she’ll be grounded from reading privileges for the weekend. One glass of milk to smugly sip at Twilight while the full grown mare is forced to put all of these books back into place.
There was one book, however, that Twilight had hid deep in the shelf that no one touched in ages—by evidence of dust and forms of cobwebs, and probably even a dead mouse—Twinkle dug into the seemingly empty bookshelf until she found it, she actually had to dig in a vertical plane on a bookshelf that you can walk to on the other side. Twinkle pulled out the book and blew the dust off of it.
“Wow… I wonder what this word means…” Twinkle Star wasn’t as fluent in magic spells as Twilight, or even adept to it as Trixie, but Twinkle was persistent in her reading. Magic spells were in a completely different language than equine—which is pretty much the only language that Twinkle can speak comfortably—Twilight has yet to train Twinkle Star about magical scrolls and what they do, she’s still got a lot to learn about keeping her magic under control. All that stuff.
“Hey, this one looks interesting…” She didn’t even open the book, but was mesmerized by the cover of the book. The hard leather seemed to have stood its test of time, four Alicorns with a giant stars behind them and a circle encasing each star. Of one of the corners, there was a familiar looking Alicorn with a flowing mane.
Upon further inspection, there was almost a vivid image in Twinkle’s mind of a mare with a fiery mane and tail, holding the sun up with a sword, and protecting the ponies from the sun dropping onto Equestria with a shield.
Like a whisper, the words “War” went into Twinkle Star’s brain. Twinkle Star’s going to learn about this book’s secrets now, besides: the ability to spite Twilight for spiteful reasons is funny enough for Twinkle Star to keep entertained while also doing Trixie—best mom—a service at the same time. This book has caught Twinkle Star’s attention, and now, it’s going nowhere from her grasps and if it does, it’ll be from the cold, lifeless, body of The Brilliant and Graceful Twinkle Nebula Star!
(The title is still pending, but still!)
Twinkle Star doesn’t know what these books do, nor does she care what they do, all she knows is that Twilight doesn’t want Twinkle to place her blue-grey hooves onto it. Twinkle Star, unable to resist the temptation of being able to spite Twilight for spiteful reasons, took the books to build a fortress out of them. Twinkle Star even added a little illusionary magic to place miniature armed guards on the fort to fire at Owlicious—whom tried to get Twilight’s special book away from Twinkle Star fiercely.
Twinkle Star left her fort for five minutes to grab that glass of milk with ice cubes, to find Owlicious unconscious at the gate of Book Fort. Twinkle Star smiled brightly at her magic, it having actual effect on physical things!
The guards interacted with the environment around them, adapting to it, and even making homes in some books with weird symbols that Twinkle Star doesn’t care to even fully see. Also so, this prompted Twinkle Star to thumb through Twilight’s special book a few pages and found a spell about actually creating a small gravitational field.
Gravity meant things would attach to one object with mass, Twinkle knows, and this means Twinkle can make her own world in one simple spell! Twinkle took her nose out of the book and sped around the empty house to find that foam ‘stress ball’ Twilight keeps for some reason.
Twilight and Spike were gone to do some sort of adventure that was ‘too dangerous for a foal’ and Trixie—best mom—was asleep on the couch; she was out cold, given how many times Twinkle conjured up a marching band to rampage through the house—she didn’t even snort or rolled over.
Which left Twinkle Star alone to do her own thing and make her own misadventures, well, when you’re surrounded by magical scrolls what do you do? Make lemonade? Twinkle Star would rather create a whole universe, and that’s what she’s going to do.
And she did.
And it was glorious.
She managed to make Twilight’s ‘stress’ ball grow into the size of her head, and—after getting her face stuck to the ball three times—Twinkle Star placed the miniature ponies onto the ball and watched them as they ran across the ball, exploring every inch of the new territory.
Twinkle Star conjured up a flag in her image, her face and… lack of a cutie mark on both sides of the cloth. She shrunk it and placed it on top of the ball. The ponies on the ball cheered in a pitch that she didn’t recognize, but all she knew was she just created life out of illusionary magic—where the Tartarus is Mom and Best Mom in this situation, Twinkle Star was supposed to be famous twelve minutes ago!
What’s the point of making a breakthrough in magical history, if there’s no one to account for said magical breakthroughs! Someone has to write down Twinkle Star’s name in history and Best Mom is probably dead on the couch, while Mom is most-likely dead somewhere in Viridian Forest or somewhere in Carmen San-Diego.
“This is so stupid, how come I’m the only one who stays around when I do something cool!” Twinkle Shine sat on her haunches and crossed her forelegs across her chest. Twinkle stared at the ponies, whom were working on building farms on the illusionary magical world that Twinkle, and the help of this book, created on her own. Mostly herself. Okay, maybe the book helped. A lot.
“Ah, horse-feathers!”
“Did somebody say Yoga?” A voice rang, as a pink earth pony with cotton candy-looking mane just randomly waltzing into Twinkle Star’s living room and taking a seat onto a yoga mat that appeared out of nowhere. She wore some kind of tight trousers, with a shirt that seemed a little tight, but a headband that was so tight: Twinkle Star swore she saw a brain at the tip of her forehead.
(Twinkle Star didn’t even know that Pinkie had a brain in the first place.)
That annoying mare who can honestly do the impossible, and was probably the product of Deadpool but just child-friendly. Most of the time, Twinkle Star has heard the rumors and they don’t appear to be right because they were nothing but bedtime stories to make foals wet-themselves. Yes, Twinkle Star did not enjoy Pinkie’s company but was it unwelcomed in her time of need? Yes—wait hold on.
“How did you get in my house?” Twinkle Star looked at the door and noticed the locks weren’t even touched, nor the window, nor any walls, even the floor lacked the hole required for Pinkie entrance.
“Through the back window, silly! The front door was locked and I didn’t want to pick it and scare you!” Pinkie giggled, ruffling Twinkle Star’s white and dark purple mane. Well, more of a white mane with one dark purple strike but that’s about it.
“The only time you’ll never be able scare me is if I’m on the back of a milk carton missing ad, actually, that’s the reason I avoid you.”
“Because you’re lactose intolerant?”
“What—no” a loud, self-inflicted smack on Twinkle Star’s forehead later. “—I’m talking about how if I let my guard down once, you might jump out of nowhere and surprise hug me, which also counts as foalnapping!”
“That’s because you love it!” Pinkie Pie giggled, bouncing around Twinkle Star and audibly making her own ‘byoing!’ sound effects. Twinkle Star felt her eyelid twitch at the annoying sound and then she purposefully made Pinkie Pie do a face plant by holding her forelegs down.
Pinkie Pie became one with the floor, like a pink pancake batter with eyes and a mouth and mane and tail.
“Don’t you remember last year’s birthday? You gave me a heart-attack.”
“That was just heart burn from the surprise!”
“You don’t just get heart burns from a surprise party, you idiot,” Twinkle scornfully retaliated, sticking her nose upwards slightly. Her way of dismissing Pinkie Pie, but Pinkie Pie kept bunny hopping around Twinkle Star. Twinkle Star closed her eyes to add to the spiteful look she pulled off, but Pinkie seemed immune to Twinkle’s hint.
“Can you, erm, leave?” Twinkle pointed to the door, as if to make her statement even more obvious that she doesn’t want Pinkie Pie here anymore. Twinkle waited until Pinkie wasn’t a pancake on the ground before comically popping from the ground like a spontaneous rocket out of nowhere, or a better example would be a flash paper bag.
“No can do!” Pinkie’s toothy smile flashed, she ruffled Twinkle’s mane again and continued to bounce around Twinkle Star. Twinkle Star’s eye twitched as she continued to look at the mare with almost burning resentment. “Because I felt my knees wobbly, tail twitchy!”
“And what in Goddesses' name does that mean?”
“We’re going on an adventure!”
“Erm, no.”
“Yes!”
“No,”
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“No!”
“Yes!”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“No!”
“No!
“Yes—wait—hey! You cheated!” Twinkle Star glared, but only to be scoped up in the ever bone-crushing bear-hug Pinkie is so known for. Being part embodiment of Twilight’s negative feeling about social interaction, she squirmed and pushed away from Pinkie—whom was casually and lovingly nuzzling Twinkle Star. “Ack! Bodies! Touching! No Bueno! No Bueno!”
After a few minutes of Twinkle Star brushing herself down with a hard scrubbing sponge until her skin felt raw, she tucked the book into her inventory. Twinkle only stashed the book under her bed, which she can summon a portal at any time to quickly grab the book if she needs it. Aw screw it, Twinkle grabbed the book and ran down the stairs.
“So… besides being forced out of my home to do something completely crazy with you, is there something you’d like me to do?”
“Tell your mom you love her?” Pinkie asked, bouncing in place. “Oh, and don’t tell Twilight we’re doing this.”
“Should I be concerned about my safety?”
“Yup!” Pinkie did a backflip in her bouncing, Twinkle was concerned about Pinkie’s hooves: how are they not broken yet?
“I suddenly want to see what it is so I may conquer it and have stories to be told about my heroic actions for many generations to come!” Twinkle declared, walking over to the thermostat and she placed her hoof onto the box. “But first I must wake up Best-Mom in the only way I know how.”
“True love’s first kiss?” Pinkie asked, tilting her head. “While cute, it’s cliché if you think about it. Why can’t it be like a hug, or a dance, or even a party?”
“What—no, what are you even saying right now” Twinkle Star smacked her forehead, disappointment radiating off of the filly. “—touching the thermostat wakes up even the most comatose parents.”
When Twinkle Star placed a hoof onto the nob, Trixie’s left eye opened a sliver to get a good look at the mare’s dreamily (sleepy) eyes. “Don’t touch the thermostat, Nebebe… Twily has enough to do without the bills racking up the… house…”
“Hey, Mom—Best Mom? Can I go onto an adventure that’ll most likely end up with me being in a dungeon for the rest of my life?”
“Knock yourself out, kiddo—be home by dinner…” With that, Trixie rolled over and resumed her eternal nap.
“Right-o,”