It was Christmas of two thousand five... Spike was living with Twilite Sparkle (like in the show series but it is when they lived in the big tree.)
Anyway, it was a peaceful day and Twilight was reading him the book of the nativity scene with the silent night. It was a poem, it was good. She kissed his scaly forehead and he said "Hurng :)"
Twilight handed him a basketball.
"Here you go, Spooky Spike." It was his nickname.
"Thank you, Twerk" Spike laughed. Twilight got a funny nickname.
Twilight leaned in to kiss the boy dragon when all of a sudden, Twilight was shot with a gun. It was a C-67five. Spike couldn't see who shot her. He ran to the door. Twilight's corpse slumped to the wood floor. Her tongue was out and she appeared to have a tattoo Spike had ever seen. It was tattoo of a dolphin that was a symbolic symbol. He could never know it.
Spike cried when he couldn't find the murder man. The snow hit his face like a dodgeball except it's not as big. He fell to the floor and rolled over next to Twilight. He slowly inched to her and kissed her lotious lips, though her face was in an awkwart position.
He sniffled and got up to get something to eat. Now he would never know the Twilight mystery murderer...
---Until now.