"SPIIIIKE!!!" Twilight yelled, waking the baby dragon. Though he was upset to be woken up and unable to sleep until noon as he always did, he recognized it as a scream of help and rushed over to Twilight's room. The moment he steeped into her doorway, he saw her tangled up in her bedsheets, on her back, and on the floor. Seeing the normally cautious and organized mare in such a runt made him attempt to suppress a laugh. Twilight raised an upside-down eyebrow and huffed. "Little help?" She asked in a very annoyed tone.
The little dragon vaguely recognized that tone; she hadn't used it in such a long time. He hurriedly rushed in and grabbed a loose sheet corner that was by Twilight's tail. He gave it a yank, and the sheets somehow came loose, freeing the alicorn in the process. She offered him a smile yet nothing else beyond that. Instead, she headed toward her door and paused. "Spike?" She asked.
"Yes?" He replied; slightly annoyed she hadn't thanked him yet, or apologized for waking him up.
She turned around to face him, cocked her head slightly. "Where am I?"
"What do you mean?" He placed a claw on his hip, wondering if she was messing with him.
She looked around, clearly confused. She took a step towards him and repeated the question. "Where am I? When I went to bed last night, I was in Canterlot. Now I'm in this overly bright and shiny.....what is it, exactly? A mansion or something?"
Spike couldn't believe his ears. Why was Twilight taking this act so far? He just didn't seem to see the funny side of it, but laughed nonetheless to get her to quit it. "Very funny, Twi." He said, "you had me there for a second. I must say, your acting skills are getting a whole lot better. I take it Pinkie's lessons are paying off?"
"Who's Pinkie?" Twilight asked, more confused than ever.
Spike rolled his eyes and walked past the puzzled alicorn. "It's not funny anymore," he mumbled, "I'm going to go make breakfast. Do you want to help me?"
"No, I'm good," she responded, "could you at least point me to the library in this place?"
Spike stopped in his tracks. Twilight might take a joke a bit to far every now and then, but she would know she should stop once one told her it wasn't funny anymore. That, and she'd never-ever in her life-joke about a library. He turned around, concern etched on his face. "You don't know where the castle library is?" He asked.
"Oh, we're in a castle?" Twilight asked as she looked up at the ceiling, "I should have known from its inside design and structure. Then again, I haven't stepped hoof outside of this room."
"You really don't know who Pinkie Pie is or where you are?" Spike continued, ignoring her comment. "Does the name 'Rarity' ring a bell? Or 'Rainbow Dash' or 'Applejack'?" The poor guy was starting to panic, his voice rising and becoming faster with each word. Twilight gave a simple shake of her head, sending him in to absolute fear. "Ooooooooooh," he mumbled, anxiously hoping from foot to foot. "This is bad. This is really bad...." Not knowing what else to do, he threw his head back and screamed for some help. "STARLIIIIIIIGGHT!"
He ran down the hallway as quick as he could, faintly hearing Twilight's snarky reply behind him ("The stars won't answer you, Spike! They can't talk!"). Once he reached her door, he knocked urgently, barging in after a few seconds passed. He knew it was rude, but he needed some help and hoped--maybe--she knew how to fix whatever had happened.
There was only one problem, though. She wasn't there.
Her bed, neatly made with no wrinkles, was 'destroyed' in seconds, as he thought maybe she was under the covers or the bed itself. The small, neat vanity Rarity had given her was a mess as soon as Spike got near it. There were some posters hanging on the wall that Spike glanced over to see if she was hiding in there, but it was to no avail.
He slumped down against the door frame, not knowing what else to do. He felt defeated for only a moment, to say the least, before his stomach growled with hunger. Breakfast! He thought happily, she could be making breakfast for us! She had got into a habit of getting up earlier than the two just to make breakfast for them.
Spike hopped downstairs, full of new hope, as he smelt scrambled gems and fresh daisies with grass; the favorite breakfast of the two that only Starlight knew how to make perfectly. What he saw though, made his hope sink to Equestria's core. Twilight was standing next to the stove, flipping the gems every now and then with her magic, hungrily eyeing the fresh daisies, grass, and lettuce.
From what he could tell, Starlight was nowhere in the castle. He'd have to check most of the many castle rooms once breakfast was over. He sighed for the umpteenth time that morning. It'd probably be better if I went and asked one of the other mares he thought as Twilight levitated the gems over to him on a plate. She sat down, immediately started chewing on the grass.
Spike pushed his plate away from him, the small scarping sound catching Twilight's attention. "Are you okay?" She asked him.
"I'm fine," he said with a weak smile, trying to hide his disappointment in not finding Starlight, "I guess I'm just not hungry." His stomach proved him wrong by growling loudly. Twilight gave him a look and pushed the gems back to him. He frowned at his stomach, cursing it in his mind, then wolfed the gems down.
Twilight smiled, staring on her lettuce. Spike, meanwhile, got out of the chair, pushed it in, and headed towards the door. Twilight didn't notice him, thankfully, or, if she did, she didn't say anything. He was going to try and see if any of her friends knew what to do.
The closest mare was Pinkie Pie.