Bone and Steel Rewrite (Temporary Placement Until the Rewrite is Done)

by joe mother

Rating: teen
Tags: Dark, Alternate Universe, Comedy
Length: 3030

Rewrite of a story away from the main story.

Rewrite of a story away from the main story.

Current Progress:
Chapter 1 - Complete
Chapter 2 - Complete
Chapter 3 - In Production

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-06-17 16:49:26 UTC

Zoom Rewrite

Twilight cracked open her eyes as sunlight streamed in through the window onto her face. She yawned and blinked twice to clear a few of the fuzzes dotting her vision. She stayed prone in bed for a moment, feeling contentment course through her body. She sighed and moved her eyes to Spike, who was sleeping in his bed, snoring softly.

She got up and walked over to him. She prodded him gently with her hoof, and he stirred.

"Wake up," she whispered.

"Huh, wha-?" he said, looking around in confusion. His eyes widened. "Oh, no! Did I sleep in?!"

Twilight chuckled softly and smiled.

"It's okay," she said. "The library's opening soon, though. We have to get ready."

Spike moaned and crawled from bed, his mood changing from fear to unwillingness. He got up and followed the now departing Twilight from the room. He landed next to her on the main floor.

"Should I cook breakfast?" he asked.

"You do it every morning," Twilight said. "So, yes."

Spike nodded and darted to the kitchen, leaving Twilight to find an assortment of books she could read in her free time today between ponies coming in to check out a book. She started to scan over the spines of the many stories and biographies on her shelves.

"What to read?" she said, pushing her tongue through her lips in thought. Her mind thought of a book she had not gotten to finish a few days ago. "I know!"

She spun around to the other side of the room and was greeted with a shock. Her right eye flickered off for a brief moment and then zoomed in on the books across the space from her.

"Ah!" she yelled in surprise, falling down on her haunches.

She started to breath heavily, trying to focus on something with conflicting optics. She waved her hoof in front of her face, and blinked in instinctive reaction as it appeared to be mere millimeters from her eyes. The zoom reverted back to normal, and she paused in place.

"What?" she said. "That's- what- what?"

"Twilight?" Spike called from the kitchen. "Breakfast's ready!"

Twilight sat in stunned shock for a minute, wondering what had just happened.

"Twilight?" Spike asked, coming out from the kitchen to see her sitting there, immobile. "Twilight, what's wrong?"

The unicorn just sighed and stood.

"I- it's nothing," she said, turning to face Spike.

"Well, breakfast is ready."

Twilight followed her assistant into the kitchen, where a plate of pancakes awaited her.

"Thanks, Spike," she said, taking her seat.

She levitated her fork to her mouth and chewed. She barely enjoyed the delicious flavor as she thought about the incident that had just occurred with her eye.

What was it? she asked herself, swallowing. It was so strange. Could it have been just a burst of magic?

She took another bite of pancake.

Maybe something's in my eye. It's not very likely, but after all the things I've gone though in my time here in Ponyville, it could very well be just that.

"Twilight, you've been sitting there for a few minutes. Are you okay?"

Twilight snapped out of her trance and shook her head.

"Yeah, I'm okay," she replied to the dragon. "I was just thinking."

Spike nodded and continued to eat his food. Twilight placed her head in her head in her hooves and closed her eyes.

Okay, Twilight, just think about something else. Don't let this get to you.

She opened her eyes and was greeted by incredibly close up pancakes.

"Ah!" she yelled, falling from her chair, which was sent toppling backwards in her reeling shock.

"Twilight!" Spike said, running to her side.

The unicorn rubbed her head. She suddenly started to panic, standing and running in an anxious circle.

"Twilight?" her assistant asked. "What's wrong?"

Twilight stopped pacing and turned to Spike.

"I don't know," she said. "Something weird is going on."

She waved a hoof in front of her face.

"What is it?" Spike asked.

"My eye is- it's zoomed in," she replied. "I can see everything up close and in great detail. I'm confused."

She started to hyperventilate, thinking about all the things that could be wrong.

"It could be anything!" she said. "It could be magic, it could be some ancient curse or something, there could even be something in my eye!"

"Come on, Twilight," Spike said. "Don't be so paranoid!"

Twilight paused her thought train. Spike was right. She did not want to go into some insanity episode like when she had forgotten to send her weekly friendship report to Celestia, or when parasprites had overtaken Ponyville, or when herself from the future had come to deliver a message that ended up to be telling her not to worry about anything.

"Yeah, Spike, you're right," she said. "I don't think going crazy over this will help anypony. Especially not myself."

She patted the dragon on the back and blinked. Her right eye became normal again.

"Whoa," she said. "It just fixed itself!"

"Maybe it's something to do with Pinkie Pie?" Spike asked. "She might've done something."

Twilight laughed.

"I was serious, Twilight!" he yelled as she left the kitchen.

Twilight walked over to the door of the library.

"I'm going to ask Pinkie about it!" she said. "Can you watch the library while I'm gone?"

Spike came out of the kitchen and saluted.

"You can count on me!" he said.

Twilight smiled and opened the door. She stepped out into the air and breathed in deeply. It was a light but warm air that woke her up and made her feel more alert to the world around her. She closed her eyes and sighed. When she opened them, her right eye had zoomed in again.

She flipped out, flailing wildly as she fell on her butt, trying to get a grasp on what was going on. The ponies who were walking past the library looked for a quick second, then decided to never remember the scene again.

"What is happening?!" she yelled, drawing glances of confusion from hallway across town. "This doesn't make sense!"

She blinked, and the odd occurrence vanished once more. She breathed deeply, trying to process the wealth of information pulsing through her head.

"I think I should just go inside and... do something," she said. "Maybe... experiment? Yeah."

She rushed back in, much to the surprise of Spike, who was carrying a plate of dishes that he head just finished cleaning. He started and dropped them, wincing as they approached the ground. Twilight stopped them mid-fall with a levitation spell and put them back in the assistant's claws.

"Thanks, Twi-" he began, only to hear the basement door shut as Twilight left. He grumbled.

Twilight flew down the stairs and saw her machine. She placed all of the electrodes and stuff on her and magically turned the machine on. It began to sputter out readings, all of which seemed perfectly normal.

"Gah!" she yelled, unlatching herself. "Nothing seems to be wro-"

She felt something hot prick in her leg. It was just like a needle poking her back leg at first, but it soon grew, taking up her entire right hindleg. It started to burn, and the pain entered her body. She felt as through her leg was being invaded by thousands upon thousands of burning fire ants that were biting her flesh and ripping it from her bone.

She tried to scream, but the sound caught in her throat as the agony began on her other hindleg. She felt like her flesh was being burned away, slowly becoming something else. Soon, the pain reached a crescendo, tearing through her mind. This time, nothing could stop her from screeching in agony as her body collapsed to the floor, trying to fight the burning overtaking her lower body.

"Twilight?!"

She heard Spike call from the top of the stairs, and heard his footsteps come closer. She winced as the pain got to its horrifying peak, causing her back to arch. The baby dragon saw her and ran over.

"What wrong?!" he asked.

"I- don't- know!" Twilight screamed between bursts of fire. Her breathing was becoming erratic, slowly making her brain go numb.

"Should I get somepony?!" Spike asked.

"Yes!" Twilight replied. "Please!"

The dragon ran off to go find anypony who could help. Twilight felt the pain begin to recede. She gasped for air as it slowly became a moderate ebb in her legs. She turned her sweat-soaked head to see that her fur was singed and cracked, matted with blood.

The world was spinning as Twilight returned her gaze to the floor, where she vomited. She shut her eyes, and suddenly she lost consciousness.

Jump Rewrite

When Twilight opened her eyes, she was alone in the dark.

"Hello?" she said, not daring to move a muscle.

A demonic chuckle filled the air, and the black lit up as a single, solitary candle flickered on. This illuminated the face of a gray pony, who was staring her in the face, eyes full of mirth.

"Boo!" he said in a whisper.

Twilight yelped and jumped back. However, her hooves found no surface, and she started to fall. She screamed as the air rushed past her, tearing at her coat and mane.

She hit the ground with a thud, and groaned as she tried to stand. When she had struggled to her hooves, the candle returned, this time brighter and revealing more of the area.

The face of the pony was lit up once more, revealing that it was a head floating in the air. The candle flew up to above the head, showing strings hovering above it, dancing madly.

"A... puppet?" Twilight asked in confusion.

"I am not just a puppet," the creature said, spinning around on the wire. "I am a being here to take you away. I am here to make you do my will."

Twilight shuddered as the space became ice-cold. A layer of frost began to develop on her fur, turning it hard and brittle.

"Who are you?" she asked with a shiver.

"I am a certain spirit," the head replied, a smile across its face. "I am here to spread a little trouble. Maybe butt heads with Celestia, see how powerful she really is without her Elements."

"Why?"

There was a crackle. The face began to develop static across it.

"Why not?" it said with a chuckle. "She imprisoned me in stone, now I'm going to get my long awaited revenge!"

The face faded into the blackness along with the candle, which left a small trail of smoke floating off into the sky.

The ground gave way beneath Twilight's hooves, and she fell onto something sharp, which tore through her body. She screamed in agony as her body fell limp.

~

"Twilight?"

Twilight's eyes fluttered open, revealing Spike to be standing over her with a doctor, who was looking at her form in interest. Her head pounded as though somepony had dropped a ton of bricks on it, and she winced in pain.

"Wha-?" she said numbly, trying to fight through the haze. "How- how long was I out?"

"Not too terribly long," the doctor said, inspecting her coat, which was covered in water. "You passed out at sometime while your assistant came to fetch me, and woke up within a few minutes of our arrival here."

Twilight shut her eyes and the dream came rushing back to her. She bit her lip as she remembered the face.

"I had a really bad nightmare," she said, looking at the doctor, who had begun to look at her legs, which showed no signs of injury.

"I wouldn't be surprised after what Spike here told me happened," he replied. "However, it seems as though these 'metal knives' he spoke of don't exist."

"But they were there!" Spike said, pointing a claw. "They cut her leg open! She was bleeding and hurt and-"

"I see that you believe firmly that there was a projection of metal," the doctor said. "But, I doubt that a traumatized pony and dragon can be trusted to provide accurate information about a very... different thing."

Twilight gritted her teeth.

"A question still does remain," he said, staring her in the eyes. "Your coat is soaking wet. Why?"

Twilight thought for a moment, going through both the dream and before she blacked out.

"In my dream," she began. "There was ice across my body because it was freezing. That means that

Flicker Rewrite

CHAPTER THREE

Twilight looked back on herself and screamed. She began to hyperventilate, becoming light-headed.

“What’s happening?!” she said, falling onto the ground and putting her hooves over her head. “Why?!”

Spike stood in shock, unsure of how to comfort her. He watched as she shook, her cries filling the silent air.

“Should we get everypony else?” Spike asked.

“I don’t know,” Twilight replied, looking up at the wall. “I don’t want them to see me like this. I may just make them get too worried over something. What if they can’t fix it? Then they’ll keep worrying and worrying and worrying!”

She got up and stomped her hoof.

“I want this to stop!” she yelled, her voice cracking. “All of this crap!”

There was a moment of silence as Twilight began walking to her bedroom.

“Twilight!’ Spike called out, running to her.

“I don’t care!” she yelled, pushing him away. “I don’t care what happens! Stupid metal can grow out of me all it wants! I DON’T CARE!”

Spike opened his mouth but kept silent as Twilight left. He let her go, then stood.

“That wasn’t like her at all...” he said to himself, going to the kitchen.

~

Twilight pressed on the rods, feeling only little twinges of pain as she did. She remembered yelling at Spike, and she felt the urge to apologize.

“What came over me?” she whispered, pulling at the wires on the rod and feeling it ripple under her skin. She shivered and dropped them. “Weird.”

She had lost all interest in panic now. Something was wrong, but now panic was not necessary. It was more important to figure out what was happening. She heard a small sound as her door was opened, and she turned to see Spike enter with a tray with two glasses. He was staring at her with surprised sadness.

“Twilight, you’re all sparkly,” he told her, setting down the drinks, coming closer in a dreamy trance. “Like a gem...”

She looked at herself, and light reflected into her face from thousands of metal flecks in her fur. Turning, it reflected tiny waves across the room and all the books. She grabbed at one of them and yanked it out.

It was followed by a slow dull pain and a trickle of blood. Twilight dropped the flake and saw that the end that had blood was sharpened to a point.

Spike continued to get closer, drool coming from his mouth. His eyes were wide in awe.

“Gems,” he muttered, only an inch from a large metal bit on Twilight. She pushed him away.

“Spike!” she said, snapping him from his trance with a snap.

“Oh, sorry!” he said with a blush, wiping the drool from his face. “You looked like a gem, and well...”

“Its ok,” she said, looking again at the metal from her body. “You couldn’t control it.”

“What about the things in your back?” the dragon asked, tapping the rods.

“They’re a part of me,” Twilight said. “I just don’t know how. The wires lead into me, but how far in is beyond me. It could go all the way up and down my spine. I don’t want to test and find out, though.”

Spike moved one of the wires, and he watched it move beneath her fur, “That’s weird. Really gross.”

“Don’t do it,” Twilight said, taking his hand off. “It feels strange.”

Spike still stared at it, moving around her back, looking at everything on the rods. He noticed the rods were also covered in the metal fibers, glinting just barely brighter than the rods themselves.

“Why do the metal pieces not have blood coming from them?” he asked, flicking one up. “Are they fitted perfectly like that?”

“Obviously, or I’d be bleeding out of every point of my body,” Twilight said. “I don’t think that’s a very important question compared to the rods. Are they supposed to be like wings?”

Spike shrugged, “Could be. Looks like it.”

“Why are they only rods? Are they just half complete?”

Spike went back over to the tray with drinks and brought it over He handed Twilight one of the glasses. She drank from it and sighed contentedly.

“I’m so confused,” she said, tapping her hoof on the ground.

“I’d be surprised if you weren’t,” Spike replied, sipping slowly at his drink.

Flight Rewrite [IM DOIN' IT BITCHES]

CHAPTER FOUR

The night fell with little fanfare, and Twilight still remained very much concerned about the state of her body.

“Ugh,” she groaned as she ate a sandwich. “This is stupid.”

Spike had gone out to get some things, so Twilight was alone, staring at the ceiling with tired eyes. There was no sound but the faint murmur of her eating. She shivered and the wires moved beneath her skin.

A tear hung in her eye; she noted that the zooming eye remained crystal clear.

“What is going on?” she muttered, unable to think of even a half-baked answer to her problems. “There’s no villain who’s ever done something like this: play the long game.”

Twilight decided to go to bed. There was no point in continuing to think about something she had no facts for. She laid her head down and sighed. Her head was aching. She cried, worried about her future. The mechanical eye stayed dry.

When Twilight woke up, Spike was asleep on his bed, mumbling under his breath. Stretching, Twilight moved herself out of bed, but fell, finding extra weight on her back. The thud caused Spike to jump up from his sleep, shaking his head wildly, trying to process what was happening.