Spike's curse

Spike was disgusted. How could Twilight do something like that!? Enraged, Spike walked over to twilight, Who was passed out, her head resting in Spike's poo poo. He picked her head up, Opened her mouth, and slammed her head back into the poop face first.

"Stupid good-for-nothing Bitch," Spike said to himself, trying to calm himself down.

Spike then walked into the bathroom to take a shower. The vomit was starting to dry up in his scales, so he hopped into the tub as fast as he could.  He turned on the faucet, suddenly a spray of ice cold water hit spike like a slap to the face. Spike was stunned by the water, but as soon as he regained his senses, he shut the water off. He looked at the heat setting the faucet was set to. Strangely the faucet was set to the highest setting. Confused, Spike turned the water back on. To his surprise he was greeted by the same feeling of ice cold water.

"What the fruit roll ups??!" Spike said frustrated.

No one had taken a shower in the tree house today, So the hot water couldn't be gone...and besides, It was a magical faucet that never ran out of hot water. The water that had hit Spike was starting to mix with the dry vomit, Resulting in a moist mud-like texture, That slowly tarted to drip off one scale to the next. The muddy vomit from his forehead started to drip onto his lower lip. Spike then began to viciously wipe away vomit from his face and lips, Splattering it in every direction of the tub.

Spike has had it. He was still mostly covered in Twilight's vomit and he couldn't stand it. He had come to conclusion that if the shower was gunna be a meanie, He would just have to deal with it. He couldn't stand being covered in the putrid vomit, which was now starting to smell worse then ever. Spike stood still in the tub for another moment. He closed his eye's and mentally prepared him self for the ice cold shower. Without further stalling Spike counted to three in his head, As soon as he reached three he lunged for the faucet and turned it on. The water sprayed out for a third time, and to Spike's surprise the water was no longer icy-cold....It was searing frikin hot! Spike yelled out in pain and made a quick lunge to turn off the faucet, But it wouldn't budge. The water continued to spew out, burning every inch of his tiny body. Spike jumped out of the tub onto the hard floor of the bathroom. And one split second later the water just...stopped.

Spike stood up, His scales still burning. His eye's started to twitch and his hand's turned to fists. Everything went red in Spike's eye's. Rage boiled inside Spike's blood, and without thinking he ran up to the bathroom mirror and punched it as hard as he could. The force of his fist on the glass was so much that the mirror shattered, sending glass straight to Spike's face and into his eye's.

Spike fell to the floor in pain. His face and eye's bleeding.

Slowly and painfully Spike pulled out each and every shard of glass from his face. When Spike thought the glass was all cleared up from his face he grabbed a towel that was neatly folded on top of the counter below the shattered mirror. He scrubbed the towel across his face to soak up the blood. Little did Spike know that there were still plenty of shards lodged on his face, and as he moved the towel across his face, it would drag the shards through his skin leaving large open cut's.

To make matter's worse, the vomit started to ooze into the cut's and it burned like heck. The burning sensation was even worse then the one in his butthole after Twilight decides to make Mexican food. But that's another story.

Spike used the towel to clean up some vomit left over on his body. After he was fairly clean he threw the towel on the bathroom floor and stomped out back into the bedroom. As he expected twilight was still face-planted in his pile of dougie.

Spike sighed. Now more then anything he just wanted to go to sleep. He didn't dare sleep in his own bed nor Twilight's  considering the current state of his bed and the fact that Twilight has a condition called "Wet sleep diarrhea", also the fact its been almost a month since twilight had cleaned her bed/sheets. Spike had the suspicion that she was waiting for him to tend to her bed, But Spike put up with enough of her shit and he didn't need it to get literal. So Spike just never cleaned her bed. Simple as that.

Spike crawled up on the couch down stairs and curled up into a ball. Sometime during his bathroom mishap it had begun to rain. Spike listened to the steady pitter-patter noise. The thought had accoured to him that the chain of events may have something to do with the chant the pony had said the day before. But Spike just brushed off the thought and went to sleep.

Just kidding. Spikes not that stupid. After the thought had accoured to him Spike decided to look for a book in the library that may shed some light on the situation. After all, Twilight did have the most books on magic, curses and spells in all of Ponyville. So Spike got to work looking. It was going to be a long ass night.