Spike's Bizarre Adventure

The first thing that appeared on Keen Eye’s mind, as consciousness returned to his body, was the memories of what had happened to him. Images of Spike and Starman looking down on him, the ear-bursting sound of their battle-cry, the unbearable pain caused by the punches. So much pain that it caused him to black out for who knows how long, and that even in the form of a dream filled him with such dread that he quickly awoke from his sleep.

Darting his eyes wide open, the color white assaulted his blurry vision, causing his eyes to burn with the sudden light.

Keen Eye blinked a few times and shook his head in an attempted to take the blurriness from his vision. Succeeding in doing so, the first thing that caught his attention was that his body was covered from the neck down into an armor of plaster.

Looking around, he saw that he was on a small hospital room, with only a single window and a table beside his bed.

Lifting his gaze, he noticed a nurse standing by the door. But before he could ask her where he was, the nurse looked at him and then left the room.

Soon after, a tall figure entered the room. And the moment his vision set on the tall figure, his eyes widened in terror and his mouth hung wide open as he tried to scream, but the fear that flooded his body left him unable to.

The figure responsible for this reaction was none other then the Princess of the Sun, the ruler of Equestria, Princess Celestia.

And she didn’t looked happy.

Using her magic, she closed the door and then enveloped the room on a sound proof bubble. She then took a step forward and looked down at Keen Eye with an unforgiving stare.

“You dared to hurt my friend and fellow princess Twilight. You tried to kill my son!”

“Son?” Keen Eye managed to squeak in a pathetic tone as he tried to run away from her.

But unfortunately for him the plaster kept him bound to his bed.

“Now, you’re going to tell me who you are, who send you, and what is this ‘Stand’. Or I swear by myself, that I’m not gonna send you to the moon. But a place way hotter.”

“Okay I will tell you everything!” he screamed all at once.

“Good. First of all, who sent you?”

“I- I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I can’t remember about him. If I try to I can only see this shadowy figure. I don’t even know his race, or if he is actually a he.”

Celestia glared at him with such rage that if it was possible he would had burst into flames right there. “I’m telling the true! Please don’t hurt me.”

“What about this Stands? Where do they come from?”

“I don’t know, he was the one that gave it to me.”

“So how did he do that? And why does he want Spike dead?”

“I told you I can’t remember! Everything that I try to remember about him just comes covered in fog and shadows! I don’t know why he wants the dragon dead either, I just follow orders.” Keen Eye had completely cracked under the pressure and fear, causing drops of tears to fall from his eyes.

“If you don’t even know who he is, then why do you follow his orders?”

“Because he saved me! I was just a poor bastard living in the streets of Manehattan, selling my lunch so I could have a dinner. And then he appeared. He gave me a new purpose in life, and with it the power to do as I saw fit, the power of the Stand.”

“One last thing. Is there any more ponies working for him?”

“I… I don’t know. It’s that all?”

“Yes. You will remain in Ponyville Hospital until you’re recovered from your wounds, then you will be taken to Canterlot where you will be hold on trial for treason. And just to make sure, there will be two Royal Guards watching over you at all times.”

Celestia then left the room, and the moment she walked into the hospital’s corridor she was met by an eager Spike.

“So, what did he said?” Spike asked.

“Nothing of use, is a possibility that whoever sent him messed with his mind,” Celestia said with a serious expression as she tried to think of a way to help.

Looking back at Spike, she softened her expression and smile at him. “How’s Twilight?”

“She’s okay. It was just a soft blow on the head, nothing too dangerous. She’s already back at home doing her own research on Stands.”

“I see.”

Silence reigned for a moment, but then Celestia wrapped Spike on her wings and pushed him closer to her. “Oh Spike, I was so worried about you,” she said as she nuzzled the young dragon.

“Stop it, mom!” Spike replied with his cheeks burning red from embarrassment. “I’m okay ain’t I?”

The two Royal Guards that stood by chuckled at the display of affection, while the nurse had a wide smile on her face.

“Yes, you are. But who knows what will happen next time? I knew that letting you and Twilight live here in Ponyville after her coronation was a bad idea.”

“Mom, stop,” Spike said with an unusual serious tone.

Not used to him talking like this, especially to her, Celestia looked at him with a perplexed expression. “What’s wrong?”

“Don’t even think about that. You know how much me and Twilight love Ponyville.”

“I do, but someone is trying to kill you. I can’t just leave you and Twilight unprotected.”

“But we’re not unprotected. You know how strong Twilight is, and now with this Stand I can finally protect myself and her too.”

Looking at the determination and strength that Spike had on his eyes caused Celestia to smile warmly. After a small sigh, Celestia closed her eyes, thought for a moment, and then looked back at Spike.

“Okay, but you are going to promise me that you will be careful, and if things get out of hand you’re going to call me immediately.”

“Alright, thanks mom,” Spike said before hugging her leg, which caused the nurse to almost fall into the ground from the sheer cuteness if it wasn’t for the fast thinking guards that grabbed her before she hit the ground.

“One more thing, I’m going to send a Royal Guard to keep an eye on things here.”

“Mom…”

“Don’t worry, I’m going to send a very nice one.” Celestia then turned away and began to walk, but before she could take a single step she felt something tugging her tail. Turning around she found that Spike was holding her tail. “What is it?”

“Well… we never get to hang out. So I was thinking if it would be alright if I rode or your back, and we just talked until we got to your carriage.”

“But of course.” Enveloping him on a yellow aura, Celestia floated Spike off the ground and into her back. “My little dragon.”

They then rode off, leaving two very amused Royal Guards and a very happy nurse behind.

After Celestia returned to Canterlot on her carriage, Spike immediately walked back to the library.

The moment Spike opened the library’s door he was met by an ocean of books that completely covered the library’s floor.

“Hum… Twilight?” he asked as he, very hardly, moved through the countless books.

“I’m here, Spike.”

Localizing where her voice came from, Spike walked there. Through the gaps between the books, he saw glimpses of Twilight’s purple fur.

Moving the books away, Spike found Twilight laying on the floor with her face buried into a open book.

“Hum… did you know that you were buried by a bunch of books?”

“Yes, yes. So, what did Princess Celestia found out?” Twilight said without moving her attention from the book in front of her.

“Nothing much, that Keen Eye guy knows as much about Stands as we do. And speaking of Celestia, why didn’t you came see her?”

“Because, Spike, that would delay my research! We need to find out about this Stands, where do they come from, what are they capabilities.”

“So… had any luck?”

A defeated sigh left Twilight's mouth. “No, I literally read every book that we have and I found nothing. Whatever this Stands are, it is something that was never seen before.” At the moment those words left her mouth, an idea appeared on Twilight’s mind. An idea that caused her to turn to Spike and look at him with the most joyful eyes imaginable.

“Wha-” Was all that Spike could say before getting compressed by Twilight’s body as she enveloped him into a tight embrace.

“There’s no time to explain! To the basement!” And with that, and a bright flash, they disappeared from the main room and reappeared in the library’s basement.

“Twilight, what-”

“One moment. I forgot my clipboard.” With another flash, Twilight was gone. And soon after she reappeared with another flash, carrying with her magical aura a clipboard and a quill.

“Now we can begin.”

“Begin what?!”

“Our research, of course. Nopony has ever heard of this Stands, and so it is our duty as ponies of science, in your case dragon, to test it and record our findings.”

Knowing first hand how crazy Twilight can get with her research, Spike really didn’t wanted to do this. But, filled with the desire for answers and new discoveries, he decided that just this time he would fully support Twilight’s research. “Okay, so how are we gonna do this?”

“I thought that first we should go over what we already know, then we start the tests. What do we know so far about this Stands?”

“Well… I can control Starman like he is a second body of mine, I can see what he sees and his arms are like my own.”

“I see,” Twilight said as she scribbled on the clipboard. “It’s a possibility that Stands and their users have some sort of deep mental connection, or something like that.”

“Now that you said that, I remember that in my fight against Keen Eye I punched his Stand, but he moved backwards, as if he also had felt the punch.”

“Hum… the connection is so deep that whatever happens to one happens to the other…”

“That would explain why he didn’t used his Stand after I defeated him! Since he can’t move neither can his Stand!” Spike exclaimed, excited from his discovery.

“Exactly!” Twilight exclaimed, finished writing on the clipboard. “Isn’t researching fun?”

“Yeah, a little bit. I blame you for making me like this science stuff.” Spike then threw a weak jab at Twilight’s leg and smiled at her.

Twilight smiled back before going back to her research. “So, what else do we know?”

“Hum… ah! I got someting!”

From nowhere, Starman appeared beside Spike who them turned to Twilight and pointed at him. “Can you see him?”

“See who?”

“Exactly! This explains why Keen Eye knocked you out so easily, you can’t see a Stand. But me and Keen Eye could see each other Stands, which means that only Stand Users can see Stands!”

“Wow.” Was the only thing that Twilight could say in face of Spike’s logic. While in the outside her expression was of bewilderment from how solid Spike’s theory was, on the inside she was the happiest pony in all of Equestria. He’s growing up so fast.

“Am I good, or am I good?!” Spike said, spreading his arms on a victory pose.

Twilight chuckled at his enthusiasm. “Yes, Spike, you’re great. Anything else that we know?”

“Keen Eye’s Stand had this power that allowed him to go inside things.”

“Interesting, does your Stand have any powers?”

“I don’t know.”

“So we’re going to leave whether all Stands have powers as a question mark. I think this is all, now we can start the tests.”

“And what are these tests going to be?”

“We are going to see exactly what are the capabilities of your Stand. And we’re going to start with its durability. Now please, Spike, go stand over there.”

Spike moved to the other side of the room where Twilight was pointing to. “What now?”

“Now, I’m going to fire a bolt of magic at you and I want you to defend it with your Stand,” Twilight said already preparing herself to fire the blast.

“Wait, wait ,wait!” Spike shook his hands left and right as he tried to stop Twilight. “Are you sure about this? What if I get hurt?”

“Don’t worry, Spike. The blast is going to be concussive.”

“What’s concussive?”

“It means that the worst that’s going to happen is that you’re going to get knocked out. Now defend yourself!” Without giving time for Spike to object, Twilight fired a purple bolt of magic at him.

A soft weep left Spike’s mouth, but before the bolt could hit him he summoned Starman to defend him. The bolt hit Starman’s chest, and then immediately dissipated without even causing it to flinch.

“Twilight, are you crazy?!”

“Calm down, Spike. All worked out in the end didn’t it?”

“Yeah, but who knows what would had happened if I hadn’t called Starman?”

“You’re a strong boy, you would be fine. But anyway, did you felt anything?”

“Not really. Why?”

“If our theory is correct, and the Stand and its user have a bond so strong that anything that happens to one happens to the other. Then you should had felt the impact of the bolt regardless of Starman protecting you.”

“Wait, you knew that could happen and you still fired the bolt?!”

“That’s why I fired a concussive bolt, Spike.”

“I don’t know if I should be angry at you, or happy that you care about me.”

“But anyway, since you didn’t feel anything then is possible that only other Stands can hurt a Stand.”

“That’s crazy.”

“Yeah, it makes Stands really dangerous. But this isn’t conclusive yet.”

“It isn’t?”

“Of course not, we need to test different types of magic on it. From sleeping spells, to shapeshifting, maybe some pyrotechnics…”

At this point, Twilight rambled on about all the different things they would need to throw at Starman and consequently Spike, her excitement growing with each spell that she thought off. Spike, on the other hand, realized that maybe he should had thought more about it before agreeing to this idea.

“Hum, Twilight, I think I hear Rarity calling me so I gonna have to go bye!” And with a speed that would make Rainbow Dash jealously, Spike left the basement and the library.

“I don’t hear Rarity.

Spike?”

Twilight looked around in search of him, but the only thing she found was the opened basement’s door.

“Spike!”

Spike was already a few good meters away from the library when he stopped running. Now what? He thought for a moment and then just shrugged. Mind as well go see if Rarity needs any help.

After a few minutes of walking, Spike reached Carousel Boutique. Without bothering with knocking, Spike opened the door and walked inside. “Rarity? Are you there?”

“In the kitchen, Spike.”

Walking into the kitchen, Spike was met not only by Rarity, but also by the famous Hoity Toity. Who, even in something as simple as a friendly visit, still wore the last trend of fashion over his grey coat. Both of them sitting at the dinner table, enjoying some tea and butter biscuits.

“Hello there,” Hoity Toity said turning to Spike. “You must be Spike, Rarity talks a lot about you.” He then extend his hoof to Spike who immediately shook it with his hand.

“Yes, and Rarity also speaks a lot about you, Mister Hoity Toity.”

“Oh please, just call me Hoity Toity. Friends of Rarity are my friends, especially one that helps her so much.”

“Ah, it’s nothing. I just do what I can to help,” Spike said, rubbing the back of his head while having a big goofy smile on his face.

“Not only he is helpful, he is also humble. I do say, Rarity, you got yourself a keeper.”

At this, both Spike and Rarity blushed a deep red. Hoity Toity, meanwhile, just laughed at how embarrassed both of them became.

“If there’s one thing that I learned on my years in the industry, is that the most important thing that a designer needs is a competent and helpful hand. So, Rarity, treat Spike well. And you, Spike, be proud of your job.”

“I sure will, Hoity Toity!” Spike said, saluting the pony. It’s not everyday that you find someone that appreciates your job like that. “So, Rarity, I suppose you don’t need me today?”

“No, darling, you can go do something else. But before you go, I’m sorry about not being there for Twilight after she got attacked, I just had this important order that I needed to finish.”

“Don’t worry about it, it was only a small blow. She’s already up and running.”

“I’m glad that’s the case. And what about your nightmares? Are you better?”

“I sure am! Next time I’ll bring back the powder that you gave me.” Spike then left the boutique but not before saying some parting words to Rarity and Hoity Toity. “See you later, Rarity! Good to see you, Hoity Toity.”

A small sigh left Rarity’s mouth, which preceded a small but sincere smile.

“He really cares about you, I can tell just by looking at how he looks at you.”

“Yeah, he does. And I do too.”

“So why don’t you make a move?”

The smile faded from Rarity’s face, and in its place came a look filled with sadness and doubt.

“You don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“No, its okay. You’re my friend and a very wise pony. Maybe you could help me.”

Rarity took a deep breath and looked hoity Toity straight in the eye.

“The problem is…”

Spike found himself walking aimlessly through Ponyville. He couldn't go back to Twilight, and Rarity didn’t need his help, so what to do now?

The Crusaders, Dinky, Snips, and Snails are in school. Everypony else that I know is working right now. Except for…

Snapping his fingers, an idea came to his mind. Fluttershy! She works in her house, and I always wanted to spend some more time with her. I think she needs the help of Equestria’s Number One Assistant!

And with that, Spike set his course to Fluttershy’s cottage. In the sky, clouds dark as lead swarmed the sky until not one bit of blue was able to be seen. Spike was so involved on his own thoughts that he completely ignored the obvious signs of rain. And also the pony that closely followed him.

A stray raindrop fell into Spike’s head, causing him, by reflex, to move his right hand to his head to check what fell on him. Feeling the wetness in both his hand and head, Spike looked up and finally noticed the upcoming rain.

To hide himself from the rain, Spike walked to the closest house and stayed beneath its awning. Soon after, the rain heavily fell across Ponyville, leaving a stranded Spike with nothing to do but wait for it to calm down.

Looking around, he saw not a single pony. That, combined with the very degraded houses, made Spike realize that he was on the abandoned part of Ponyville.

Great, I’m the middle of nowhere. Why Fluttershy had to live so out of the way.

I wonder if I could use Starman to shield myself from the rain… Spike thought as he bored looked at the rain.

But before he could act on his plan, the vision of his right eye went completely away alongside the feeling of the area around it.

What?! Barely keeping himself from panicking, Spike moved his right hand to see what had happened. But the moment he touched his head with his hand, a chill went down Spike’s spine as a very familiar texture collided with his right hand.

Sweating heavily, Spike moved his right hand to the vision of his left eye. Despair filled Spike as he gazed upon his right hand. For instead of its natural purple, a grey color covered it.

My hand… turned into stone?