S1C1 - Friend Like Me
As Dusk woke up the next morning, he could smell breakfast. A breakfast that was familiar in a way that made him mumble a few words from his place on the library’s floor. (Twilight hadn’t gotten a sofa from Sofa and Quills yet, so Dusk had just piled a bunch of blankets on the floor and called it good. Twilight was too tired to say or do anything different.)
Dusk smiled. “Good morning, Barb.” He frowned. Barb? That wasn’t right. Dusk sat up in his bed, quickly glancing around himself. When he saw the interior of the Golden Oaks Library, he was even more confused, but last night’s memories soon caught up with him, so he smiled. Spike was making breakfast, not Barb. He chuckled. Barb would probably crush it anyway. When had Barb last made breakfast? Not for... a while. His smile dropped.
Dusk decided that those thoughts could wait until later, so he stood up, looked himself over while smoothing his coat, then took a breath. He made his way to the kitchen, where Spike the baby dragon was indeed making breakfast. “Hey, good morning.”
Spike, caught off guard by the sudden and unfamiliar voice, tried to wield his frying pan as a weapon against the intruder, but only managed to throw a fried egg into Dusk’s magical grasp. Spike blinked for a moment, his mind trying to put the Twilight-but-not-Twilight pieces together. “Twilight? Did you turn into a stallion?”
Dusk facehoofed. “Oh my gosh, no, sorry. I just realized: I haven’t introduced myself!” He held out a hoof. “I’m Dusk Shine! I’m a version of Twilight from an alternate universe. I kinda fell out of the sky last night, during the party. You were dead asleep.”
Spike raised a brow but shrugged it off. Twilight had done some crazy things with magic before, like that quesadilla monster and the time she raised an army of skeletons from some of his baby teeth. “Alright. Well, there’s a few pancakes over there and eggs are almost done.” They looked at the egg that was still floating in the air. Dusk sheepishly dropped it into Spike’s pan as his hoof fell back to the floor.
“Thanks.” Dusk almost grabbed a plate but decided to wait. “Has Twilight come down yet, or is she upstairs?”
“She’s still upstairs. Hey, does she know you’re... here?” Spike looked back at Dusk as he dropped a fried egg off his pan.
Dusk chuckled, then ran a hoof down the side of his face. “Yeah... I made quite a bit of a racket when I landed. She was just going to sleep." He blinked. "How did you not wake up?"
"Eh, I'm a heavy sleeper."
They were silent for a while. Dusk offered to help, so Spike had him grab some gem dust to mix into the extra pancake mix. Dusk made the pancakes just how Spike wanted them, to his surprise. It wasn’t until they had sat down at the kitchen table with eggs, pancakes, and glass of milk that they began asking questions.
Spike set down his fork, then let out a small burp and a green ember. “So, Dusk, how did you even get here in the first place? Did you teleport wrong or did some kind of spell collapse?”
Dusk looked up from his own meal, shook his head, then swallowed. “I’m not actually sure how I ended up here. The spell I had just cast went off perfectly, without any kind of hitch. And then I was on Twilight’s floor.” He shrugged. “It’s one of the many things I want to figure out while I’m here.”
“Huh. Well, I hope you figure it out. I’ve seen Twilight get weird results from her spells; it drives her crazy trying to figure out what happened.” Dusk and Spike both laughed.
“Hey Spike, can I get a favor from you real quick?”
Spike nodded. “Cool. I need to send a letter to Celestia.” Spike asked why. “I have a project I want to get started on as long as I’m here. I don’t want to get in anypony’s way, so I’m going to find ways to keep myself busy and somewhat out of the picture.”
“Oh. Okay then, let me just go grab my writing stuff.” Spike jumped off his chair, then made for the staircase.
“I’ve actually got a quill and paper handy.” Dusk frowned. ”At least I’ve still got a pocket.”
There was a white flash of light, which faded to reveal a very strange looking quill and a paper with quality beyond what Spike had ever seen. The quill was obviously pony-sized, though it’s owner must have been a massive pegasus. It was lavender, with a dark purple then magenta gradient at its tip. The paper was perfectly rectangular, perfectly white, and perfectly flat. Spike whistled at its quality.
“Where’d you get a quill and paper like this? I’ve never seen a pegasus wing with this kind of pattern. The closest thing I can think of is the colors on Princess Celestia’s feathers. Twilight would kill for stacks of paper like this.” Spike blinked. “Wait, you didn’t get an ink bottle.”
Dusk smiled, then tapped the quill to the paper. A dot of blue ink appeared on the sheet. Spike whistled. “Twilight would kill for that spell.”
Dusk chuckled. "Not a spell, actually. If you twist the nib, it reveals an ink resivoir inside of the pen! It was something I thought of, a while back. Canterlot scholars scrambled to get the prototypes. Try the pen on that paper, there was a company in my world that made it."
Spike reverently took the quill and paper, then scribbled a bit on the corner of the paper. His eyes widened. “Wow, it’s like writing on glass.” He looked up at Dusk. “Anyways, what did you want to write to the Princess?”
“Actually, that’s private. Sorry, but I’m gonna have to write this one.” Dusk took the materials back as Spike pouted. Dusk took some time writing on the paper in a very small handwriting, which he still managed to fill the paper with. When he was done, he signed his name at the bottom, blinked, then scribbled a part out. “Alright, that’s ready to go,” Dusk declared as he folded the paper up. He held it out to Spike, who grabbed it, ran his claws over it, then sent it away with a small flame.
It was at this moment that Twilight came downstairs, rubbing her eyes. She walked into the kitchen, then waved to the two others. “Hey Spike, hey...” She glared at Dusk for a moment. “Oh, so you are real. I was hoping that you were some kind of hallucination caused by my lack of sleep.”
Dusk laughed. “Nope, you’re stuck with me. If it helps, though, I’ve just asked Celestia to let me know when it's best to let me into the Starswirl Wing of the Royal Library. I’m going to get a research project going that will probably keep me out of your mane.”
Twilight straightened up, immediately and completely awake. “Princess Celestia gave you access to the Starswirl Wing!? What on Equus would you need to get in there for?” She blinked. “Why would the Princess give you permission? You’re a stranger and I’m her most faithful student. I don’t even have access!”
Her rant was cut short by Spike burping out a small trail of smoke. It then solidified into a scroll bearing the royal seal. “See! She’s probably already changed her mind!”
Dusk opened it up, read through it, then smiled. “Perfect. She wants me to meet her in Canterlot this afternoon to let me in, since I’m kinda not an Equestrian citizen here so I’m not in the registry, you know?”
Dusk stood up from the table, dropping his dishes into the sink as he went. Twilight’s eyes twitched, and a few hairs came out of place.
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This is awesome more pls
So a male alicorn's feather is larger than the female one? And self-supplied quill? Dusk's Equstria is clearly more advance than Twilight's..
8682509 Male alicorn feathers are about the same size as their female counterparts. Spike just noted that it was far larger than a pegasus feather. The ink comes from an enchantment, not a cartridge like ballpoint pens.
But yes, it's more advanced, as seen by the printer paper.
This was an interesting chapter we get to see that Dusk seems to know how to use magic, and seems to have in depth knowledge in using it, despite being supposedly originally human, this mean that he was already had the Dusk’s form prior to arriving to Equestria season one and even seems to suggest that maybe he had an alicorn form before that too with the large feather with the same color as his coat is; I wonder what he was going before he arrived there. The weirdest thing when the narration was on his point of view he was thinking of Bard, R63 Spike, to the point that is was habitual for him, which means he might have really been to that R63 world, so the information that we get is conflicting at the moment.
Twilight’s position is certainly understandable as he seems to have in depth knowledge on this world and seems to know exactly what to say to get what he wants from other, but doesn’t seem to share any of her character traits. What is most worrying is that he gets privileges that Twilight doesn’t even have from Princess Celestia even dough she known her for years now and he just barely arrived in this world. I wonder what was written in that scroll that that?
So far I love the mystery this story poses and I can’t wait to see what comes next.
Considering the things she usually does that wouldn't be completely unlikely.
Think about rewording that one:
Better: "Even I don't have acces!"
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Regarding Twilight using her own feathers:
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Source.
And the results:
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Source.
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That artstyle strongly reminds me of a bande-desinée I read several years ago and now I'm itching to find the thing again.