> Spike the Gamer? > by RealityWarper > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Chapter 1 > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- You have rested in your basket! Your HP and Mana has been halfway restored! Giving a grunt of alert, Spike warily— And shakily— half-way pulled himself out of his basket. His bottom still lied on the soft pillows inside, but he was now sitting up. Grouchily, his mouth drew into thin line, he furrows his left brow, and his eyes half-lid in annoyance. What in the name of Celestia's beard was that? Turning his head to face his digital alarm clock that was in the darkened room since there were blinds, no morning sun graced his scales. And that's just how he liked it. Luckily, being a dragon his eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness. It was five in the morning. Why was he up again...? Groaning, he flopped his head back onto the pillow and pulled the covers back over his torso to fend from the 'cold'. He lied there for a a few minutes, intent on sleeping and keenly ignoring everything else in favor of this endeavor. It failed horribly, he was up now. Grumpily, he rolled on his side- now facing the opposite direction, the source of the only light in the room. He turned his head toward the video game counsel that sat stark in the middle of the ground with a small red light- catching his attention was- however, the still barely illuminated screen that had seemingly gone dark due to in-activeness. Why was there a television in here again? Why wasn't it in Twilight's room? Ah. It all came back to him in the form of an annoyed Twilight. Apparently, his all night gaming sessions were driving her mad, it was hard for her to sleep when all she heard was a never ending tapping of buttons, and him yelling at the T.V. She'd given the tiny drake his own room for him to play in all day and night- When he wasn't working that is, and he was working at least ninety-eight percent of the time. Had he left the counsel on again? Offhandedly, he noted the little RPG music playing in the background of the black tinted screen. It was at this point he noticed another light source in the room, which confused him as he knew there should be no other. He turned his head to stare at the ceiling. Spike Phantomwing - Twilight Hatchling - Lvl. 10 Spike stared. And stared. And stared... Spike stared for a very long time. "Nope." Closing his eyes, and turning over with the blanket still on his person he calmly ignored the floating nonsensical text. If you were to ask him at that moment, it never existed to begin with. It however, with time became clear that ignoring it was not an option as it didn't go away. He could see the light from behind his closed eye-lids. Even facing the other way! Twilight's number one assistant sat up straight abruptly with a cranky expression. "Ugh, I guess I have to do something about it. I think I've been playing way too many video games. Maybe I should lay off, at least for awhile." He took a moment of pause, before hissing quietly to himself, shaking his head violently and getting the sleep out in the process. "Blasphemy! Too much video games? I think this whole affair is getting to me!" Spike gave an exhausted sigh of disappointment as he solemnly gazed at the name tag that was hovering over his head similar to a video game. In fact, if he didn't know any better he would say he was in a video game. That very idea sounded like a bunch of nonsense to him, however. He tapped his chin with his sharp claw in silent contemplation. Rumble —A silence that was broken by the sound of a very upset tummy that gave threats of terrible pain if it wasn't fed soon. Spike decided now would be a good time to get something to eat, and at the same time maybe figure out what was going on. The baby dragon grudgingly shed the blanket from his person and hopped out the basket. Waddling out the room, he gazed upward at the name tag that was following him. Smack! He hadn't been looking where he was going, and now he was metaphorically seeing stars. Or maybe it was literal, in his dazed state he couldn't tell. Spike was currently not a happy Dragon. ***** Spreading sprinkles of crushed gems on a pancake for his midnight snack, Spike took a huge bite out of his delicious looking treat, lathered with buttermilk syrup, chocolate, and a cherry on the top. "Mmm... My cooking is amazing as ever! I have no idea what happened to me with that whole Applejack incident." He said offhandedly, pouring more buttermilk syrup onto his stack of five pancakes. In mere moments, he'd gobbled up all the pancakes. He rubbed his belly, content with the way he was full. He picked up the plate and fork he'd used and made his way to the sink. "Man, I kind wonder what everyone does this time of night. I came down here for a reason. Why'd I wake up again?" Spike scratched his head with his free claw as he tried to recall the reason for waking up. DING! "WHOA!" CRASH! Spike jumped in panic, dropping the dish on the floor and shattering it as the sudden sound startled him. He whipped his head up to the floating text to view the cause of the commotion. You have unlocked the achievement: Your HP and Mana has been fully restored! Your cooking skills have increased: 200/600. "Oh, yeah. That's why..." He deadpanned. Holding his heart from the initial startle, he prayed to Princess Celestia he didn't wake up Twilight with his totally manly scream and shattered dish, before he realized something. "Wait, two hundred of six-hundred? WHO'S INSULTING MY COOKING!?" Even though that was the least of his worries, it certainly still stung. Giving a sigh of dismay, he went and grabbed the broom and the dustpan and started to sweep up the pieces of the shattered plate up. "Maybe I should ask Twilight if she can help." That was his first thought and what he was always going to do. Why didn't he think of that before? EVERYTHING MUST BE PERECT! PRINCESS CELESTIA IS ON HER WAY HERE NOW!? THAT MAKES NO SENSE! Oh, yeah. That's why. Twilight would go overboard and strap him onto a chair or something. So, that was out of the question. Spike glanced toward the window, noting the faintly visible porch lights that were barely lit around the cottages of Ponyville. He was unable to think of what to do next, besides work on his cooking. Two-hundred out of Six Hundred... Yeah right...