The Incredible Drake

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Nothing. That's what Twilight found on her search for the creature that took out a Hydra. So after many hours of searching and it was six thirty, she went to the Carousel Boutique to check on Spike. She slowly opened the door and walked in.

"Spike? Are you here?" Twilight asked out loud. She then heard a familiar groaning. She ran towards it and saw Spike unconscious groaning on the floor. She then ran over to Spike and shook his shoulder.

"Huh? Oh hey Twilight." Spike said in a groggy voice.

"Spike. What happened to you?" Twilight asked in a worried tone.

"I...I was just.....I can't remember." He replied as he rubbed his head.

"Spike, are you sure you can't remember?" Twilight asked him.

"I'm sure. Ow my head." He said as he rubbed his cranium. Twilight then helped him up and placed him on Rarity's couch. She then quickly ran into the kitchen and grabbed some aspirin and a glass of water. She then quickly walked back to Spike giving him the aspirin and water.

"Thanks." He said with a smile. He then placed the aspirin into his mouth and took a drink of water swallowing them.

"Feeling better?" Twilight asked as she sat down next to Spike.

"Yeah. So where'd you go earlier today?" He asked in replying.

"We went to the Everfree Forest to find the creature that attacked you last night. And it found us." Twilight said.

"What did it look like?" Spike asked.

"It was nine feet tall, looked about five hundred pounds in solid muscle, large, green spines went down from the tip of it's head to it's tail, large ear fins that ended in three sharp points, a large, hard spade on the end of it's tail, big fangs and claws, and bright green eyes. It was a terrifying sight." Twilight replied.

"Was anypony hurt by it?" Spike asked in a worried voice as he drank his water.

"No. Except a Hydra." Twilight said. Spike then spat out his water and coughed.

"It beat a Hydra?" Spike asked in a surprised voice.

"Yes. Busted it's knee and tossed it a few miles away from the forest. Me and the girls were surprised just as you are." Twilight replied. Spike's jaw then dropped.

"Incredible. And it was only nine feet tall?" Spike asked. When Twilight nodded her head yes, Spike's jaw dropped even lower. Twilight then let out a small giggle.

"Well at least you know what the thing looks like to tell Celestia." Spike said.

"Actually, I'm not going to tell her." Twilight said. Spike was surprised by what she just said.

"But...you tell Celestia about every problem around here." Spike said in a shocked voice.

"I know Spike. But I'm a princess now and I just want to keep this between me, you and the girls. You understand right?" Twilight asked.

"Yeah I do." Spike replied. Twilight then gave Spike a big hug.

"So Spike, do you at least remember anything before I found you on the floor?" Twilight asked him as she broke the hug.

"Well....all I remember is I found something beneath the table in Rarity's designing room. I hit my head and then....nothing." Spike replied as he rubbed his head.

"The concussion must've done that. You must've hit the spot where it was the most and knocked yourself out." Twilight said.

"I must've. Sorry I worried you Twilight." Spike said. Twilight then kissed him on the forehead.

"It's fine Spike. Well I gotta get back to the Library. I'll see you later Spike." Twilight said as she went for the door.

"Bye Twilight." Spike said back. Then Twilight went out the door of the Boutique. Spike then got off the couch went up to the bathroom. He turned on hot water and splashed some on his face. When he was finished, steam was on the mirror. He then took a claw and began to wipe the steam away. As he wiped, he saw something that wasn't his reflection. He continued to wipe the steam away until he saw a nightmarish being. It was the creature Twilight described to him.

"What are you?" Spike asked in a worried voice.

"You." The creature replied in a deep voice. And then it became clear to Spike. The blackouts when he's angry or hurt, and the explosion of the potion made sense. He wasn't a perfect organism. He was a perfect war machine.