The Art of Organised Cheating Part 1

You decide that Spike is a big colt now. He can handle himself. Your eyelids become heavy and your limbs ache for rest. You have been walking around all day (which is okay since you’re a pony, but it’s still tiring) organizing books. You decide you need to take a nap.

You teleport yourself about half a meter above your bed. The fall down to the soft mattress gives you an excited feeling in your stomach causing you to giggle.

It a matter of 3 minutes, you fall asleep.

You have a dream. You know very well it’s a dream because Pinkie is currently pouring out chocolate milk into her sink. This is a highly illogical event.

Pinkie turns to you and says “You need to help.” She looks very upset, and her eyes are puffy and red.

In the background, outside the building, you can hear the roars of a savage creature.

“I can’t clean the mess all on my own.” Pinkie says. “You need to stop crying can clean up before it stains the floor.”

You have absolutely no idea what she’s talking about until you step in a puddle of chocolate milk.

You giggle and explain to Pinkie that she shouldn’t cry over spilled milk. Even if it’s chocolate.

The roar of the savage creature continues in the background. You decide to stay inside.

“You can stop this now.” Pinkie says.

The creature roars one last time before the sound of a door flying open awakens you.

You’re beyond surprised to see that it is the dead of night. It’s a new moon, so the only light available is from the street lamps outside.

You can feel a cold draft coming up the stairs, and you assume that the door is open.

A dull thud can be felt from downstairs. It startles you, and you begin to feel your heart in your throat. You calm down as you remember Pinkie’s advice: Giggle at the ghosties. You soon gather a level head and go down the stairs to investigate.

You notice that the door is indeed open. A dim orange light is cast into the room. It is obstructed by a silhouette lying on the floor. You notice one of Spike’s scales.

You sigh when you conclude that Spike got home very late and fell asleep right as he walked in. You cast an illumination spell to brighten the scene.

What you see is something that would be forever emblazoned into your mind. A trail of a crimson substance leads into the room from outside. The trail ends at Spike who lay with his face flat on the floor.

You cannot think. Not of anything. Your mind is completely devoid of any thought. That is, until your dream replays in your head.

Only this time, rather than chocolate milk, Pinkie is pouring out blood.

It replays in your head over and over.

Poor thing.

Bad Ending

SPIIIKE!! I’ve made a huge mistake!