Twilight smiled to herself, levitating a stack of papers in her magic as she walked down the street. After a few hours of hard thought and work, she had finally come up with an adequate idea to help her new charges with.
Spike then immediately spotted a massive flaw with that idea just as he got back, however, so instead she fell back on an old classic technique, which was in no way chosen due to a stress-induced sudden de-shelving of the library happening to end with an open book for Basic Psychology open right in front of her.
That would be silly.
Making sure everything was in order, Twilight took a deep breath as she reached the front door of the target house, and she knocked. It wasn't long before the door swung open, a grumpy Chrysalis standing there.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"I'm here to help you all become better people!" Twilight said.
Chrysalis slammed the door in her face.
Undeterred, Twilight simply teleported into the house next to the changeling, which in retrospect she should've been expecting.
"Alright, everyone," Twilight called out to the house, "to the kitchen! Friendship business!"
Chrysalis just groaned as she went and took the first seat at the table. Shortly after, Wheatley glided in on the house rail.
"Okay, okay, I'm here!" he said, his voice hiding an undercurrent of mild excitement.
Next to arrive was Flowey, who pulled himself up onto the table. Oddly, he had a smile on his face, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by Chrysalis.
"Why are you in such a good mood?"
"Oh, just meeting the neighbors," he said. "I said hello, and they threw me outside. I like them already!"
Finally, Eggman arrived at the table and took a seat, followed shortly by Jacket. Once they were seated, everyone looked to Twilight, who cleared her throat as she brought her papers up to her face.
"So, in order to properly rehabilitate all of you, I decided the best place to start would be a simple exercise."
"Eggy here could use some of that," Flowey piped up.
"Hey!"
Twilight ignored them. "So, I am going to say a word, and point at one of you. Whoever I point to, you say the first related word that pops into your head. That sound good?"
A chorus of "No" met her, along with a solitary "Not at all, really" from Wheatley.
"Great!" Twilight said, faking enthusiasm. She flipped to a certain paper, while putting aside another one to write down notes on. "Alright, first word is..."
She pointed a hoof at Flowey. "Smiles."
"Trash."
Twilight made a quick note, before continuing, pointing to Wheatley. "Apple."
"Apple."
Twilight started writing something down, then abruptly stopped. "Uh, Wheatley? You do know how this works, right?"
"Yeah, of course," Wheatley said. "You say a word, I say the first word that pops in my head, classic psychology trick."
The room remained silent as everyone stared at Wheately. "What?"
"You're supposed to say something different, you idiot," Flowey said, barely suppressing a smile.
The sphere shot the flower a glare, but said nothing to him. "Okay, okay, give me another."
"...cube."
Wheatley said nothing.
As Wheatley continued to say nothing, Twilight looked up, worriedly, to see him still staring at her. "Uh-"
"Button," Wheatley finally said.
The room remained silent, before Twilight wordlessly added more to her notes, and then pointed to Jacket. "Armor."
"Bulldozer."
Twilight arched an eyebrow, but said nothing.
Next up was Chrysalis. "Ponies."
"Annoying."
More notes. Pointing to Eggman.
"Chaos."
"Emeralds."
This continued for some time, each member of the house giving varying answers, and all of them very clearly disinterested with the entire exercise. Still, Twilight made sure to take diligent notes, and even had to use the back of her writing paper to fit everything in.
Eventually, though, she ran out of words, and upon telling them that, she could feel the sigh of relief from them. It had taken an hour, but finally the nightmare of seemingly endless words was over.
Chrysalis was the first to speak as Twilight started gathering her papers together again. "Question."
"Yes, Chrysalis?"
"If I cannot disguise myself and obtain love from ponies, how am I supposed to eat?"
Flowey looked at the changeling. "You eat...?" he muttered under his breath.
"Uh..." Twilight, having no answers, looked into the fridge. She found it to be fully stocked, along with one of the compartments being almost completely filled with what looked like blood bags, but filled with a strange pink liquid. A note on top of them said "For the bug".
"Um... try this?" Twilight said, levitating one of the bags over to Chrysalis, who accepted it into her own magic. After looking at the bag for a moment, unamused, Twilight also levitated over a straw from one of the cabinets, smiling sheepishly. This, too, was accepted by Chrysalis, and she stuck the straw in the bag before taking a drink. After a moment of licking her lips, she nodded.
"This will work."
"Well, if none of you need anything else, I guess I'll be going then."
With that, Twilight finished packing up her things and left through the front door, leaving the residents alone again.
"How long do you think before she gives up?" Eggman asked.
"Two-" Click. "Weeks."
"Gotta be honest, I give 'er just one week," Wheatley said, almost sadly.
"I hope it's tomorrow," Chrysalis added, still sucking on her love bag.
Flowey stayed silent, however, as he had moved to a nearby window to look out at the town around them. Part of him highly doubted it, but maybe he could still reset, if he just...
Nope, that wasn't working.