Relationships are Evil

by TheTimeSword

Chapter 22: Apologies

It was a sudden change, but not one that the changeling queen could instantly feel. She hadn’t noticed or thought about it until she started having cravings. Craving bread, vegetables, cheeses, fruits, and all sorts of other foods. She couldn’t help herself, feasting on random ingredients from the fridge and cabinets. It had only been a day since Discord and Twilight’s date, but it was enough for her to begin starving. She had felt the starvation before, but not this type. She wasn’t starving for love.

The light of the fridge was the only thing brightening the kitchen. Night had seeped its way into the sky, though it seemed like a blink for the changeling who had spent the day alone. She thought it better to avoid the others after hearing about Spike’s discovery. Starlight had been the one to tell her after she bumped into her in search of the purple dragon.

Like herself, Spike had remained his room all day. Chrysalis could hear him from time to time, though never quite understanding what he was saying. It didn’t matter to her in any real light, but she still felt pity towards him. She knew she was the cause, but she knew she wasn’t the problem. He had been nice to her, even sharing interest in a hobby of hers.

In the back of her mind she felt she needed to say something to him. Today wasn’t that day she told herself, which might have been true if she hadn’t needed to quench her appetite. As she closed the fridge door – for the fourth time that night – she caught a silhouette to her left. Barely the height of the countertop, Spike stood idly, twiddling his thumbs. The sudden surprise made her want to jump, but she maintained a cool demeanor.

At first, she didn’t know what to say. For an ex-villain to be afraid of a conversation seemed absurd to her – she had to say something. “So, uh, hi.” She wanted to suck the words right back down her throat upon hearing how awkward the greeting was.

“Hi,” was all he responded with.

She pulled open the fridge to let the light illuminate his face, hoping to relieve her uneasy thoughts. The tired, bloodshot eyes, deep sunken frown, and dried snot underneath his nose made her wish she hadn’t. A wince on her face was there for a second before she switched it to an awkward smile, but he had already caught the cringe.

“I know, I look horrible,” he said as he walked toward her, grabbing onto the handle of the fridge and leaning in. “I’m just here to get something to eat, then I’m going back upstairs.”

Spike pulled out the carton of milk and flipped it open, then placed it against his dry lips and began to chug. She grimaced at the sight and felt sick, realizing that this might not have been his first time to do this. She felt even more sick when he placed it back on the shelf. “I guess I’ll be avoiding milk for a while,” she murmured.

Without even looking at her, he replied, “Yeah, well don’t tell Twilight. Wouldn’t want to give her useful information about something that affects her.”

If this is the end result of having friends, why even bother having them, she doubted. As she became lost in thought, still staring down at the purple dragon, he looked up at her and raised an eyebrow. It was then she realized he was staring at her, snapping her back from her daze. “S-Sorry,” she apologized with a toothy smile. She looked away for a moment, but then turned her head back to him. “Do you still like having friends, even though they do things like this?”

The off the wall question caught him by surprise. It was almost odd enough for him to spit out the cheese slices he had stuffed into his cheeks. After he swallowed, he asked in response, “Do things like what? Betray me?” She could almost see the vigor coming off him as he answered – that or the cheese crumbs.

“Well, basically. Yeah.”

He stood, pondering, staring at her with twitching, concentrating eyes. “Yes,” he finally answered. “Because even if Rarity and Twilight hurt me, there were others that helped me.” His weary, bloodshot eyes started to fill with tears. He rubbed them for a moment, and then added, “Others that… that helped me, and now I think I’ve hurt them.”

“Why’d you do that?” she asked, not understanding the context.

It was the same question he had been thinking all day, the same question he still didn’t have an answer for. “I don’t know,” he softly spoke.

She stared for a moment, unsure of what she could say that would help ease his suffering. The thought of helping anyone was still foreign to her. She recently learned it was better to remain silent rather than saying something insulting. Though, it was late and the starvation she had been suffering had caused her to become careless. “Why don’t you just go yell at them?” she asked, as if that was a good solution.

His face was the only answer she needed; the look of a stupid question being asked blanketed his face. “And what am I supposed to yell? Sure, I could yell at Rarity or Twilight. But Applejack, she didn’t do anything wrong – it was me.”

“What did you do to Applejack?”

“I… I don’t want to talk about it,” he replied, closing the fridge and darkening the room.

Chrysalis was about to push for more information but the lights of the kitchen flipped on. The two turned and saw the dark unicorn standing in the doorway, a coffee cup levitating in front of him. He squinted at them as he crossed around the counter and stepped up to the sink, placing the cup underneath the faucet. The spigot flipped on and he rinsed it out, not uttering a word to the two.

Spike stepped pass the changeling and said, “Goodnight.” With the speed of a rabbit he rushed out and up the steps of the castle.

She hummed for a moment, attempting to comprehend what could have happened between him and Applejack. Her focus then turned to Sombra – it had been a while since the two had spoken alone. For him to be in blue and white stripped pajamas was an interesting sight. She couldn’t help but clamp her lips together to suppress her laughter, still eyeing him up from the fridge. He knew that her silence couldn’t be good.

The unicorn finished rinsing the coffee cup, wiping it dry with a towel. He then sauntered over to the fridge and the changeling who stood next to it. Before opening the door, he asked, “What are you staring at?” It was impolite, not even as much as a greeting first, but he cared little for the queen and what she thought. He had decided this would be how he would act toward her before he even got to the kitchen.

“Have you been avoiding me?” she asked in reply. “I’ve rarely seen you, and I hear you’re hanging around with some of the other ponies.”

A hoof caressed his spine, to which he grimaced at the feeling. He didn’t answer though, he didn’t even want to speak with her to begin with. Instead, he opened the fridge and levitated the carton of milk out. As he poured the contents into the cup, he felt the hoof moving down his flank and underneath him. “I told them everything,” he finally said, causing her to cease her teasing.

“W-What?” she asked.

“I told them everything,” he repeated. “They know about you and I coming here to win Twilight. They know about the plot to take over after subduing her and her friends. They know everything.”

The anger was boiling inside her like a volcano that was ready to burst. She knew the reason behind him telling her this and what it meant. “That’s why Discord was tagging along, not to help Twilight but to punish me!” she hollered. “Why? Why would you spill our plans to them? Have you lost your senses, or are you too infatuated with these ponies!?”

He took a swig of the milk and turned his head to her. “You and I are through, Chrysalis. My reasoning is my own, and that's all you need to know.”

His admission sent a shock wave of emotion through the changeling. “You idiot,” she said through gritted teeth. “You’ll regret crossing me.” She then stomped her way out of the kitchen, but not before saying, “Just so you know, Spike drank straight from the carton. Enjoy swapping spit with a dragon.”

Sombra spewed the dairy out onto the floor and then turned to see if she was still standing there. He gagged a little after noting she was gone, then poured the rest out into the sink. He gargled water in his mouth, hoping to be rid of the thought and taste. As he placed the cup down next to the sink, he took a moment to think about what he had said. Breakfast was definitely going to be awkward.

~*~*~*~*~*~

To his surprise, it was the second least awkward meal he’d ever had. It was another morning that the castle inhabitants gathered for breakfast without Spike, and today it was without Chrysalis as well. The large table that sat in the kitchen seemed larger than unusual with the two absent. Sombra didn’t mind though, but Starlight and Twilight were less than enthused. There wasn't much small talk, except for the two mares discussing their plans for the day.

Twilight seemed to be more out of it than usual. Whether it was the daydreaming of Discord or the worry and stress of how Spike was feeling, no one could tell. She was usually the last to finish her meal, but today she was the first. Starlight was half way through her plans as the alicorn rose from her seat and began washing her plate. She then finished and walked out of the room, not saying a word. It was a few moments before Starlight even realized she had vanished from the kitchen table.

“And… Twilight? Where’d she go?” Starlight asked Sombra, who shrugged as a reply. “What is going on in this castle recently?” she muttered under her breath. It didn’t take long for Sombra to finish his meal and leave as well, leaving her completely alone.

Just as she went to get up and clean her utensils, she noticed a placid dragon step out into the kitchen. His claw on the wall, making sure the coast was clear of the others before waltzing over to the fridge. He stepped behind the unicorn and greeted her with a hushed tone. She had so many questions for him but all she could do was blurt out a surprised hello. She wasn’t exactly surprised to see him though, she had expected him.

Spike dragged down a bowl from the cupboard. He then brought it, a box of cereal, and the carton of milk over to where Sombra had originally been sitting. As he poured in the sugary cornflakes, he asked, “Everyone else has already left for the day, right? I don’t have to worry about being seen?”

She nodded. “Why are you hiding from them? Are you still mad…” she hesitated. “Are you mad at me, too?”

“I’m only mad at Rarity and Twilight,” he said. Then, under his breath he whispered, “And myself.”

Walking from the sink, Starlight skimmed around the kitchen table and over to the young dragon. She rested a hoof atop his shoulder, causing him to stop eating. “Well unfortunately for you, I’m not about to let you stay mad. You need to work this out, to explain your feelings. You need to do that for your own good.”

He gave a sigh and lowered the spoon, still holding it in a tight grip. “I can’t, Starlight. I can’t face any of them. Rarity, Twilight, Applejack. Seeing any of them would be too much for me to handle right now,” he explained. “I just need time.”

“You need to be broken before you can be fixed, it just works that – wait, what happened with Applejack?”

Starlight felt the purple dragon stiffen when she spoke the name. He sat silent in his seat, though silence was not what Spike heard, as his heart thumped like ringing in his ears. In an instant he tumbled out of his chair and rushed around the table. He sprinted and sprinted, running faster than thought or time, but he then realized he wasn’t moving. Starlight had levitated him up off of the ground, pulling him back to her.

“Let me go! Put me down!” he yelled, struggling against the magic.

She walked around the table and out the door, still levitating the purple dragon beside her. “We can either visit Rarity and Twilight, or Applejack. Your choice, buster. Either way, I’m not letting you stick your head in the sand for another day.” She was determined to help Spike feel better, with or without his cooperation.

~*~*~*~*~*~

It definitely would not be with. He kicked and screamed, both figuratively and literally, the entire way. She decided it was best to start with the cause of his suffering, Rarity. A swift knock on the door of the boutique made the purple dragon wince as if he was in pain – for he surely thought he would soon be. When trotting came close to the other side, he threw his hands over his face. To his relief, Sweetie Belle was the one who answered. Starlight explained the situation to the young unicorn in great detail. With much enthusiasm Sweetie rushed up to get her older sister, leaving the two at the door.

Levitating the dragon back to the ground, she made sure to keep hold of his feet so that he was unable to move. That didn’t mean he didn’t try though, giving a glowering look to Starlight as he struggled. The white unicorn stepped down the stairs and into the foyer of the boutique. She hesitated to take another step forward, but forced herself to do so. Though it might have also been Sweetie encouraging her from the top step. Regardless, as she walked forward she could see something in Spike’s eyes. Fear, anguish or a mix of the two, she couldn't quite tell. It was something she had never seen come from the purple dragon.

“Spike, it’s good to see you,” she said, giving a gentle nod to Starlight.

With Rarity standing there, Starlight knew she could meander away, allowing them privacy. Spike’s glower softened to a milquetoast expression as he watched her walking away. He pondered on running, but knew there would be little point if he did so now. He turned back to the white unicorn who stood in the doorway, her azure eyes stared down at him like stars upon a river's bank.

“Hi,” he said.

She wanted to giggle at his awkward greeting, but knew better. “Look Spike, I'm sorry about Chrysalis," she said, "but I knew you had already started to get over me. I couldn’t bring all those emotions you felt back, only to shatter it once more. I didn't want to hurt you, but I should have told you. I was weak. I hope you can forgive me.”

Spike stared at the ground. His claws fidgeting behind his back, his foot rubbing into the soil beneath him. He tried to think of how to respond. “I know,” he finally replied. “I figured you didn't want to hurt me. But leaving it for someone else to tell me feels just as bad.”

“It was selfish, I was selfish,” she said as she placed a hoof against his cheek, causing him to look up at her. He hadn’t seen her cry this way before, it wasn’t fake or exaggerated like usual, but genuine and sincere. “I wasn’t being a good friend. You deserve more than to be swept under the rug. You've been an exemplary friend, and I'm sorry I couldn't have been the same to you.”

He didn’t know what to say or what to think, but he felt somewhat better knowing that she knew what she did was wrong. It wasn’t something he expected. The idea that the mare he had loved for so long understood all his feelings and treated them as valid. If he hadn’t already been in love with her, he might have started to fall for the unicorn. But he didn’t want to go down that road a second time – that’s what she was trying to prevent after all.

“Rarity. I’ve loved you for a long time, and I’m afraid that’s left me blinded to others around me. I need you to tell me in your own words, not someone else's, that you love me or you don't.” His pupils flared as he spoke, and then simmered as he waited a response.

“I’m sorry Spike, but I do not share the feelings you have for me. You will always be in my heart, but only as a friend.”

Once he heard those words, he gave a sigh of relief. “Thank you Rarity. I appreciate the honesty.” The corners of his mouth turned up as he said, “I’d like to still be friends, if you don’t mind.”

Her whole face lit up. She wrapped her forelegs around him, enveloping him in a hug. “You have no idea how happy that makes me. I promise to be just as good a friend to you as you are to me. You deserve that much.”

It took him a second to realize what was happening, then another to place his claws around her. He knew he shouldn’t feel it anything more than a simple friendly gesture, but it was there. The feeling he got as they parted wrangled his stomach, stinging as if he had eaten a bushel of rose stems. The expression he saw as he looked up at Rarity was bittersweet. She had a smile, but tears still dripped from her eyes. The smile was infectious at least. So infectious Spike couldn’t help but smile back.

“Well, I guess I better get going. It was good to see you, Rarity,” he said, only after realizing they’d been smiling at each other for a few minutes.

After the two said their goodbyes, Spike walked back over to Starlight who stood a distance away. She had been trying to listen in on their conversation, but couldn’t quite make out everything. When she saw his head wasn’t slumped over or a frown on his face, she assumed it went well. “Everything going to be alright between you two?” she asked.

A smile danced on his lips. “I think so,” he responded as he climbed onto her back.

“That’s good. Twilight next? Or should we just go find Applejack?”

“I don’t suppose neither is an option?”

“Nope.” Starlight made her way through Ponyville, hoping to stumble across Twilight. With no sign of the Princess of Friendship, they made their way out of the quaint, little town and into the farmland. The sun had already started to beat down with a strong heat, even though summer was drawing to a close with fall fast approaching. The mild wind didn’t help in cooling off, only bringing the smell of fresh grass with it.

Starlight knocked on the door to the country home, but no answer came in response. Spike gave a sigh of relief, knowing full well seeing Applejack would be far more awkward than seeing Rarity. To his annoyance, Starlight wasn’t willing to give up, and he knew he may as well just let it happen. He didn’t want it to happen, the shame and guilt that washed over him was evidence of that.

She began rambling through the orchard in search of the earth pony. The leaves and branches gave a brief reprieve to the sweltering sun as they walked the paths. Buckets lined the trunks of the trees, all ready for the harvest season. Eventually, they lucked upon the mare who carried two pails of filled apples. Surprised to see Starlight, she opened her mouth to greet the unicorn but stopped once she saw Spike. The sight of the dragon was enough to cause her to stumble in her step, almost tipping the containers she carried. She slumped them off her back and walked over to the two.

“H-Hey, y’all. What, uh, what are you two doing here?” she asked, forcing a smile.

“Looking for you, actually,” replied the unicorn and ejecting the dragon off her hide. “I’m just Spike’s little helper today, getting him out to meet the ponies that he needs to.”

Spike stood by Starlight's side, twiddling his thumbs and staring at the ground as she explained their presence. Every now and again he would look up at the orange mare with worried eyes. He couldn’t help but feel the tension brewing as he said nothing. He wanted to run, just as he had the last time he’d seen her. As Starlight began to walk away, he realized he was alone with the earth pony. If there was any chance to run now would be it. When he saw her sullen eyes and the half-smile she wore, a wry smile crossed his lips. He didn’t know if it was irony or coincidence, the same look Rarity had as they parted was now on Applejack.

“I’m sorry,” he said in a low-pitched voice.

“I…” Applejack hesitated. She nibbled on her bottom lip, trying to avoid spouting a volley of harsh words and the emotions that came with it.

He didn’t expect her to hold back, but when she did he spoke up. “Go ahead. You can yell at me if you want, I deserve it after all.”

She sighed and took her hat off, placing it against her neck. “Yeah, I’m mad. More mad at myself than you, Spike,” she said. “I caught you at an off time, where you were still tryin’ to make heads or tails of things. I should have waited.”

“Hey, you’re the only one that told the truth. I wish you had done it sooner.” He grabbed onto her stetson and held it in his claws, smiling at her all the while. When she smiled back, he raised the hat and placed it atop her golden mane. “I don’t want you to be unhappy or upset anymore,” he said, “but I also need more time.”

The look she gave was more confused than upset. “Need more time for what?” she asked.

“To get over Rarity and move on.” He clasped his hands together, interlocking his fingers. “I’ve never thought of you more than a friend, Applejack. I honestly thought of you more as a sister.” The look on her face soured at the word, which caused him to chuckle. “I know, I know. Not exactly what you want to hear.”

“Wait. Are you sayin’ what I think you’re sayin’?” Her southern drawl slurred more as her heart pumped harder with anticipation.

“I can’t say how long I’ll need. It could be a while,” he replied, “but, I don’t want to be stuck on somepony who doesn’t share my feelings. Especially when somepony else is hurting because of my stupidity.”

“To be honest-” She tipped her stetson over her face “-when you ran off the other day, I thought…”

He placed his claws around her hoof, holding it tight in his grasp. “Ever since I’ve been in Ponyville, I’ve always chased after Rarity. So, when someone else comes along and shares feelings for me… Well, you’re lucky I wasn’t screaming the whole way.”

“Yeah,” she said through laughter. “I see your point.”

“So, um, for now… friends?”

The corners of her mouth quirked up. “Of course,” she replied. “Don’t you fret now, sugar cube. You just work towards feelin’ better about yourself, alright? Take the time you need.”

He reached up and placed his arms around her neck, to which she accepted happily. After the hug, he could feel the rose stems poking around just as they had with Rarity. The expression Applejack had was much different than the one he saw on Rarity. She was happy, that much was obvious. Why was she happy? Spike couldn’t figure it out until he felt the goofy, toothy, lopsided grin he bore. He quickly shook his head and returned to an awkward, embarrassed smile.

“I’ll see you later!” he said as he started to run off back to Starlight.

“You take care now!”

As he rushed up to the unicorn it was clear how cheerful he had become. The weight he had been feeling was being lifted like a leaf in the breeze. He was even looking forward to seeing Twilight, their final stop for the day. Starlight assumed it went well from his gleaming smile, and didn’t even bother to ask how it went as he climbed her back. With no objections, she began making her way back to town to find the purple alicorn.

“Why are you helping me, anyways?”

It was a question she had hoped to avoid, because the answer wasn’t something she wanted to give. “We’re friends, right? Can’t it just be a friend in need, a friend indeed?” The answer was good enough for him, as he didn’t ask anything else. “As long as you feel better, I’ll be satisfied.”

They didn’t bother to wander around the town for long. Instead, they headed for the castle and decided to wait for Twilight’s return. Starlight plopped herself down on the crystal steps and Spike slid down her back and sat next to her. An hour passed with no sign of the alicorn, the sun had already began to move toward setting. They hadn’t really noticed the time, instead simply enjoying each other’s company. A good amount of it was spent gossiping about Applejack.

“Starlight? Spike?” The familiar voice spoke up from behind them.

While they waited for her return, neither had thought to check to see if she had beaten them home. The alicorn stood in the open door way, confused as to the sight of why they both were sitting on the steps. Though she looked at both, her eyes stared with intent at the purple dragon. It was silent for a moment. A long moment. Tears had already began to form in the alicorn’s eyes, even without a word being said by anyone. Starlight took this as an opportunity to leave the two alone, waltzing past Twilight and into the castle.

As the door closed, Twilight galloped down the steps and embraced Spike in a lung demolishing hug. The whimpering and sniffling from the alicorn echoed within Spike’s eardrum. Mustering all his strength, he finally managed to push away and gain a breath of air. “T-Twi-Twilight!” he gasped. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“I could ask the same of you! I’ve been worried sick for the last two days,” she said. “At one point in the night I teleported into your room just to check on you.”

He rubbed the spines on the back of his neck. “I know. The flash of the teleport kind of woke me,” he griped. “I’m sorry I worried you. I just needed time.”

“Well did you get it!?” she yelled. It was more volatile than she had meant, and more than he had expected. The look on Spike’s face caused her to recoil from her own words. “I-I’m sorry.”

“It’s… it’s okay.”

She didn’t know what else to say. The silence was a poison to her, the only cure was to yell and cry and ask why. To Spike however, it was the opposite. Comforting – an absence that allowed thought before the screaming. While the silence gnawed Twilight’s insides, it released the cloud that had been in the pit of Spike’s stomach. He could see the stress lines across her tear soaked face. For some strange reason, he felt a bit of cheer. Not at her pain, no, but that she truly worried about him.

When she couldn’t handle chewing her lip any longer, she asked, “What have you been doing all day?”

“I met with Rarity,” he said, “and Applejack. Also went looking for you, couldn’t find you.”

“Why were you doing that?” She plopped her rump next to him.

“To get apologizes, to apologize.” He gave a shrug. “It’s been nice.”

Twilight placed a foreleg around him once more, this time with a lot less pressure. “Are you still mad at me?” He shook his head in response, to which she smiled. “Well, that’s good. I’m sorry about what happened, I hope you know that.”

“You and I have been close since the day you hatched me, Twilight. I can’t stay mad at you, you know that.”

“I know. That’s why I should have been the one to tell you!”

“Then why didn’t you?”

“So much has been going on, I-“

As the words left her throat, she saw the expression shudder across his face. She had thought the secrecy, or perhaps the lying was why he was upset. It wasn’t the why, it was the who – she finally realized that. Her throat clogged up at that instant. The speech she had prepared in the back of her mind for lying was shredded and thrown against the fictitious wall. All that she could do in that moment was cry and stare at the friend she forgot. He was used to being left behind whenever they went on some magical adventure, but not something that involved him.

“Twilight?” he said as he placed a claw against her cheek, wiping tears in the process.

She grabbed onto him and pressed his head against her chest, holding him close as she cried. He wrapped his claws around her and just let it happen. Time seemed to pass slowly as the two held each other, but by the time she had calmed her sobbing the sun had already began to set. She pulled herself away and kissed him on the forehead, apologizing once more before standing up.

“Shall we head in, Spike?”

“I’ll be in in a minute, just need some… time,” he replied with a smile.

Twilight gave a nod, still wiping away some leftover tears, and then opened the door. Starlight stood on the other side, catching Twilight by surprise. The two shot each other an endearing smile as they passed by, the door shutting close behind Starlight. She sat down next to the young dragon, in place of where the alicorn had been – tear stains were still present around the spot.

“Hope you don’t mind some company,” she said. “Did I manage to help you today?”

“Yeah. You’re a great friend, Starlight.”

“Starlight’s busy making dinner. Twilight is probably in the process of freaking out over that.”

“What are you talking about?” he asked, dumbfounded.

The bright green flames burned away the disguise, revealing the changeling underneath. With eyes closed and a sunken frown, she replied, “Sorry for lying to you – twice now.”

Spike couldn’t believe his eyes and ears. He had spent the day with Chrysalis and not even known it. “Why would you pose as Starlight? Why are you always-“

“I just wanted to make you feel better,” she interrupted. “I know I shouldn’t have fooled you into believing I was Starlight. To be honest, I wasn’t originally going to tell you it was me. But I figured it’d be found out as soon as you talked to the real Starlight, so I decided to tell you now.”

“Why didn’t you want me to know it was you?”

“I didn’t want you to think it was to win this bet for Twilight, or because I felt bad for lying to you. I didn’t want the credit. I just couldn’t stand seeing you so miserable, especially after you’ve been so nice to me,” she replied.

His mouth fell open at her explanation. “Well, lying is a really bad thing to do. But I know how you could make it up to me.”

“How’s that?” she asked, curious as to what it could be.

“Can we be friends?”

“That’s a strange request,” she replied with a smirk. “Okay. As long as you promise not to tell anyone – it’d hurt my evil reputation!”

Comments

[Maze Tail]

LOVE IT Can't wait for the next. That was good since the new changling episode is coming out.

[Nerfyy]

aaaaaaaaaaaaawwwww
such a nice chapter :DD really liked it ^^

also:

Whether it was the daydreaming of Discord or

YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
#DISCOLIGHTARMY !!!!!!!!!!!! <3 <3 <3

[TheTimeSword]

As of Episode 17, today's episode, this story is now marked as Alternate Universe.

[Nerfyy]

i just noticed something xD
Spikes seems to become a pretty important part of this story
and he doesnt even have his own tag xD

[TheTimeSword]

Another retcon this week. Previously called "Caves and Ogres" in this series, it has now been switched to Ogres and Oubliettes due to the latest episode. I find it hilarious that this story has been predicting things of this season off and on. Discord enjoying DND, who could have foreseen that? Oh wait...

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To be fair, Chrysalis doesn't have her own tag either, and she is just as important, if not more so.

[Razzy]

D'awwww... Major props for Chryssie, she's really changing. And Sombra's a douche, he didn't need to be so cold to someone who saved him.

[The REAL Mister Pkmn]

Everything's looking up.