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The Drake Six - JNKing



Twilight's got the Mane Five? Now Spike's got the Drake Five

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Episode 47: Of Discord and Dragons

“Spike,” Twilight said with an air of finality. “You need a break.”

Spike paused, having been poring over the Cutie Map. “What d’you mean?”

Twilight indicated the Crystal Empire. “You thought that the Crystal Empire was under attack, but it was just a friendly changeling. You thought Starlight was going to take over the town, and she hasn’t. You thought Trixie was up to no good…”

“And to be fair, you thought that too,” Spike pointed out.

“Not the point,” Twilight insisted. “The point is, you’re running yourself ragged. You’re seeing threats everywhere… and I feel it’s because you haven’t had the chance to properly relax.”

Spike chuckled. “You remember those times when we were younger, and I was the one telling you to relax?”

Twilight smiled fondly at the memory. “At the time, I hated the idea. But… you were right. But now, you need to follow your own advice.” She drew closer. “You remember that game you and Shining loved so much? Ogres and Oubliettes?”

Spike couldn’t help but look up wistfully. Sending his wizard character Garbunkle on quests and adventures… “Those were good times,” he admitted.

Twilight’s grin widened. “I’m glad you think that,” she noted. “Because, I did some asking around, and wouldn’t you know it? Big Mac loves playing that game too.”

Spike’s eyes widened. “Big Mac’s a role player?”

Twilight nodded. “So are Star Wing and Jackknife. And…” she paused before adding. “And Discord.”

Spike’s smile faded. “Wait, so… you want us to do a… ‘guys’ night’ with Discord?”

“Consider it a… business part of the vacation,” Twilight replied. “Last time, Discord turned on us for Tirek because Fluttershy was pretty much his only friend. I’ve tried to connect with him, but… he’s not exactly…”

“He’s not your type, right?” Spike asked.

Twilight grimaced. “You make it sound almost romantic. Don’t make it sound like that.”

“Sorry.”

Twilight cleared her throat. “Anyway… I’m hoping that he might find some common ground with you and Big Mac.”

Spike chuckled again. “So, you want me to relax, and yet you also want me to keep an eye on Discord.”

“Please?” Twilight gave him puppy mare eyes. “I’d be really grateful.”

Spike sighed, but grinned. “You’re cheating… but it’s working. Alright.”

Twilight grinned brightly. “Thanks.” She turned back to her room. “I’ve still got some packing to do: my friends and I are going on a goodwill trip to Yakyakistan, so it’ll just be you guys for the night.” She smiled back at him. “I know you won’t let me down.”

Spike saluted. “You can count on me, Twi.” Though he let his smile drop as soon as her back was turned.

##

If Spike was being honest with himself, he didn’t really know what to think of Discord. His only real interaction with the guy had been seeing him regret siding with Tirek and giving Twilight what she needed to help Star Wing defeat Tirek. Ever since then, he hadn’t really kept tabs on the spirit of chaos.

Briefly, a surge of guilt raced through him. Should I have been watching him? I know the Princesses took his magic, but they also said he could earn it back if he kept doing good deeds. What if, when he thinks he can get away with it…

A further stab of guilt forced the dark thoughts down. I can’t keep seeing everyone as potential enemies. Twilight raised me better than that. I have to stop being angry and paranoid all the time.

With those thoughts strengthening him, he was able to see Twilight and her friends off at the train station, before turning his attention to the draconequus, who watched the train - with Fluttershy - roll off over the horizon. He didn’t stop waving until the train was long gone and out of their sight. Even then, he kept his back to Spike and Mac, Mac himself further back and scraping his hooves across the ground with a hum.

For a moment, there was silence between the three guys. Then, a voice spoke out.

“Brr!” Star Wing dropped down on top of Spike, her wings fluttering so she could stand gently on his head. “Did winter come early or something? The reception here’s frostier than the Frozen North!” She hopped off Spike and skipped over to Discord. “Hey, Discord! How goes the program?”

“Program?” Discord summoned a magazine and gazed at it. “Oh, wonderful! A fascinating article right here.”

Star snatched it and perused it herself. “Oh, yes, very interesting,” she noted, before gasping. “It says here you’re up to 80 good deeds. Almost there to getting back some of your power.”

Discord chortled. “Well, helping out around Fluttershy’s cottage and helping the children with their projects can build up over time.”

“Sounds like you’ve been busy,” Star Wing agreed. “Need a place to unwind?” She sauntered back towards Mac, passing Spike with a coy grin. “I’ve got quite the evening planned~” She stopped by Spike. “And keep that mind of yours out of the gutter! I’ve told you before…”

“I’m too young for certain things,” Spike grumbled in a monotone. “I’ve heard.”

“Luckily for you,” Star said, “What I’ve got is family friendly and fun for all ages!” She spun in the air. “Reckless revelry, daring dances…”

“Fedoras?” Discord asked curiously.

Star flashed her own horn and a fedora and jacket appeared on Discord’s body. “Only the finest of fedoras!” she declared happily. “Right, Mac?”

“Yup,” Mac replied with a small grin.

Discord hummed, glancing at Spike, who shrugged. “That does sound fun, actually…” he sighed and stretched. “Alright, you’ve convinced me! Tonight will be the best night of your lives, and not just because you get to bask in my greatness.”

Star zipped over. “Easy, buddy, I said family friendly!”

“That was family friendly!” Discord teased. “Now whose mind is in the gutter?”

Star’s horn flashed and balanced a trash can on her head. She glanced up like it totally wasn’t there before humming. “Touche, Sir Discord, Touche! You’ve won this round!” She teleported the trash can away. “See you all tonight! Twilight’s library. The fun starts at sundown!”

“Technically, the fun starts when I arrive,” Discord replied. “But I’ll make sure it’s around sunset.”

Star laughed. “Oh, I love that song!” she said, walking off and shaking her flanks as she recited said song to herself. “Party don’t start till I walk in…”

Spike sighed. “Well, this is going to be interesting.”

##

That night at sundown, Spike entered Twilight’s library… to find Star had completely changed things up.

Back when Spike was younger, he and Shining Armor had played Ogres and Oubliettes with dice and paper.

But now, Star Wing had created a small medieval field, complete with small statues of the various creatures that Spike remembered encountering.

Big Mac and Discord were already there, but they had been changed into costumes; Big Mac was dressed like a viking, with iron armor and a massive broadsword, while Discord was garbed in a green robe and white wig, wielding a bow and arrow.

“Welcome, Sir Spike!” Star declared, herself dressed in a hooded assassin’s robe that barely hid a belt and two bandoliers weighed down with an inordinate amount of throwing knives. “Or should I say… er…” she paused. “I don’t suppose you already have an avatar in mind, do you?”

Spike sheepishly pulled out a foldied bit of parchment that had been worn and crinkled by age. “Well…” he said. “When I was younger, I played this. I had this wizard character… Garbunkle.”

Star immediately shot over and seized the parchment. Giving it a quick readover, she declared, “Excellent,” and waved her horn once more.

In a flash of light, Spike found himself dressed in magician robes, with a pointed wizard hat and beard covering his face. A staff with a green gem was clutched in his claws, and black combat boots covered his back claws.

Spike stared down in awe. “This… it’s exactly like how I imagined Garbunkle.”

Star was still checking his stats. “Oh, level 30 with skill points in Intellect and Perception? Very nice.” She spun. “Well, Sir Garbunkle, welcome to Spiketopia, a world where evil reigns supreme, but a small band of warriors must stand tall against the darkness!”

Spike couldn’t help but chuckle. “Just like old times,” he mused. “So, who am I working with?”

Star indicated Big Mac. “This is Sir McBiggen, a Level 27 Black Knight unicorn from castle Chadwick.”

Big Mac stood tall. “When my king aligned himself with the evil Squizard, I would not besmirch my honor!”

Star turned to Discord. “Discord’s better known as Captain Wuzz is a Level Ten Archer, and you have the pleasure of speaking with Nyxeris of House Whinny-Fred, a Level 30 assassin rogue and the bane of all thieves and bandits that prey upon the innocent of Survivor’s Way.”

Spike glanced around the field again. “So… how is this going to work? Normally, we roll the dice and…”

“Oh, we get the chance for that,” Star (or rather, Nyxeris) replied. “Observe!”

On cue, several of the statues came to life, marching on the group.

“Stand and deliver!” one of the statues declared. “You risk the wrath of the mighty Squizard! Lay down your arms and surrender, and the Squizard might show mercy.”

“Alright, Garbunkle,” Nyxeris said. “You just joined us, so you get the first choice. What do we go for?”

Spike checked his list of spells, and experimentally fired one of his flame spells. As he did so, he saw a faint outline of a dice rolling with his spell.

Unfortunately, as the flames struck, the number ‘3’ blazed bright, and the statue only stumbled a foot or two before glaring.

“Death it is!” the statue declared, before running forward and swiping at Spike with a sword.

Spike/Garbunkle yelped and held up his staff. But as the statue’s sword struck his staff, a ‘10’ flashed through the air, and Spike just barely managed to deflect his blow.

He wasn’t as luck as the second guard ran up to him. As a red ‘1’ shone bright against his staff, it was knocked from his grip and he gasped as the sword ran down his arm, leaving a nasty cut.

Yet… Spike didn’t feel any pain. Though the cut looked like it should’ve been agony, all he felt was a twinge of annoyance that his first enemies had done so much damage.

“Don’t worry,” Star/Nyxeris assured him. “I’m looking for us to have fun, not get horrible maimed. Speaking of which… HAVE AT THEE!” She withdrew two of her throwing knives and launched them. With a ‘10’ and a ‘5’, she nailed the statue in the throat, and sent it stumbling backward.

At the same time, Discord/Captain Wuzz then fired off an arrow. With a perfect ‘20’, it landed right between the eyes of the second statue, and the statue broke apart into stone.

Spike couldn’t help but grin. “Thanks, Captain.”

Discord chortled. “I don’t suppose that could count as my 81st good deed, could it? Covering for my friends in a fight?”

Friends?’ Spike pondered the term. Discord did seem to be a lot more friendlier than he remembered. Maybe…

Star’s laughter cut Spike off from his thoughts. “A little hard to consider it a ‘good’ deed, considering we’re not in any ‘real’ danger. This is just for fun. Don’t worry about your program.”

Spike resisted flinching. This was it. This was where Discord promptly started causing as much trouble as possible.

Spike remembered Shining complaining about players like that. Players who just proceeded to hurt, destroy or overall cause trouble to the game environment.

Spike bit back a sigh as the group continued onward. “This is probably going to be a long session.”

##

But, as it turned out, it wasn’t.

Though Discord did look disappointed about how this wouldn’t affect his good deed rating, he still contributed to the team’s efforts. More than once, his arrows were the difference between Spike’s character Garbunkle living or being knocked out of the game early.

And as the adventure continued, Spike marveled at how Discord had changed. Gone was the malicious trickster that had turned the Mane Six into cruel discount versions of themselves and turned them over to Tirek. In his place was a snarky but honestly funny companion - one who had a quip ready for any situation, usually accompanied by an arrow to anything that was threatening them.

As they battled their way to Princess Shmarity, Spike couldn’t help but think, if this was a real adventure with actual stakes… he wouldn’t mind having Discord as a companion. In fact, he could see what Celestia had been thinking about releasing him.

He did incredibly as Captain Wuzz. One could only imagine what he would be like in an actual fight.

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