The Division Bell
Through the ashes of one's addiction. All can rise, all can fall, many can cry, many will die. But only the addiction will thrive.
Twilight slammed the door and locked herself inside the bathroom. Spike’s crude and demeaning shouts had all but stopped. A big bellow of grunting worked its way into the cracks of the wood and weaved through the bathroom. She heard the loud outcry of frustration venting from the top of Spike’s puny lungs. Bad moments like this one are some of things Twilight would’ve hated to witness. She scuffed her mane over her eyes and grinned in dark humor from the commotion across the other side of the house.
She focused on her breathing and counted how many exhales per minute. She clocked in at twenty-two averaging each minute. It was a relatively decent sign that she was doing much better than most days.
Twilight ventured into the darkest part of her mind and further faded through the cold abyss.
'They don’t know what I go through. They don’t know what stress I’m geared for, every, single, fucking day. The pain thickens, the blood boils with pure indefinite mana, pumping with anticipation. The itches scrape away at the base of my bones and the bugs now crawl beneath my skin. I want to just float away, but I’m not like that. I’m not somepony like Fluttershy or Rainbow Dash and her friends. I can’t just flutter away over the sky and glee with happiness. But yet, I got something they don’t own. Yes! I got something they will never take away from me. I have that one magic that my own horn can’t learn even with trial and error taking any shape or form. Nopony or nothing could learn this bitter ecstatic love affair that literally pleads for the veins in my arm to pop. I have it, and now I only crave for it. Tartarus, even learning new spells isn’t on top of my priorities anymore. Talking in my head is a lot more humble than Spike lashing out at me again. I can still hear him grumbling something about me needing help, something about rehabilitation? Confusing to him it must seem. Because I still feel like I own this world, Tartartus. Even owing Celestia my years of work doesn’t feel accomplishing anymore. I wonder what my brother is doing – probably doing the same thing in Canterlot. Having to control the Royal guard isn’t a simplistic task for anypony. Whatever, he won’t find out neither.’
Twilight Sparkle then firmly planted her rump on the toilet seat in the bathroom. She looked down at her lifeless forelegs. They were getting slimmer than ever. She knew deep down that she wasn’t big as somepony like Pinkie Pie, who clocked in at over 200lb.
While averagely, Twilight’s consumption of food cued her at a mere 185lb. But that was all last year. Twilight had now weighed under 145lb and she only had been basking in her new love of life for over four months in isolation.
Her friends had asked her on more than one occasion if she was on a diet plan, or was hiding something from them. Cautiously, she always replied with a stern “No” to that question of curiosity. They would then choke up, get nervous, and act out their usual antics when facing the fire of embarrassing situations.
It didn’t make Twilight any happier than inducing more of her ecstasy of gold, when she would write them off as weak links in her head, then race back to her house to be in seclusion. It wasn’t until recently that she isolated herself from all forms of life, and fed off the scent of abandonment.
As the days lofted by, her friends slowly realized that she grew more distant. Soon, she wasn’t even visiting them, or coming to their monthly get-together’s anymore. As futile as they were, nopony had decided to come talk to her yet. Not that they had things to discuss, but Twilight has been popping into their heads more often than not since she stopped communicating with them.
She glanced at her foreleg once more. There were scabs that blistered with endless scratching and biting that it never truly healed.
Some things changed while more things stayed the same. Her violet colored eyes might have looked shocked, but actually she was delighted to see only three punctured skin markings rather than five from last week.
Twilight turned over and picked up a small black leather casing resting beside her hoof. She snatched it with hostility and excitement. Her thoughts now were getting more delirious and deranged with the upbringings of her new idea of fun. Her way of escape and being free, was also the way of death if one wasn’t careful with their opportunities.
She shook furiously as she fumbled with the case, trying to break it open. Her legs trembled in fear as she imagined something or somepony scratching at her bathroom door to attack and steal the addiction’s curse away from her. Giddy with the idea of feeling that sweet warm fluid rushing into her body, she went from lightning quick to frantically insane trying to open that little zipper, to unleash the contents from the black leathered case. She had gotten the neat little thing a while back when she first started getting into the game. Her consciousness told her it was the right choice when she found herself at one of the many shops in Ponyville to ask for prices of metal casings. She was greeted with a blacked out leather casing that spoke no further than the moral importance of this particular object.
Her mouth dried faster than a hot desert. She handed the shopkeeper ten bits but he demanded fifteen. Twilight rolled her eyes and forked out five more golden bits before slapping them on the table and leaving without saying a simple goodbye.
Since then, it was the very thing that kept her delicate contents intact and away from the snarling Spike who seemed more bent out of shape than herself sometimes.
Twilight finally condemned the case into submission and unreeled the zipper to her waiting eyes. Which made her resort to her next task; preparing for the event.
She placed the leather casing softly over her curved legs, resting on her lap. She then unraveled the contents over herself, piece by piece. First she looked at the rubber tubing and nestled it over her lap, looking through she pulled another piece of destruction. A syringe. This uncanny piece marveled her; it would cut out all signs of ugly and replace it with the sickness, flowing through her hollow shell with ease.
Next were similar items needed for this adventure, but one particular thing stood out from all the other medical and homemade items in general.
Folded and zipped up in a neat little plastic bag was a dangerous, reckless, fun loving, and demented opiate called heroin.
Two sides of the coin played off one another; the sides of good and evil displayed an equal power of conflicting anger and depression onto the mare hence the devilish opiate.
Six small little bags contained white powdered heroin that glowed rightfully inside. Twilight’s cheeks flushed in a bright ruby red fashion as she politely limited the space between the middle of her left thigh. This allowed her little bags of pure evil rest by while she delivered the goods with the magic of her horn.
Twilight rhythmically followed the same practice as when she learned things when piecing together the tube around her elbow. She much preferred using the right leg as opposed to her left one. If she was ever caught one day, she had an excuse planned out to deter other ponies thoughts of her wrong doings. There have been times when she killed one too many veins, or drained the others until they were dried up looking fruits. That would force her to resort to injecting in her legs, hooves, neck, or sometimes smoking the stuff up.
Twilight forgot she had one important step, and it always seemed to drift away from her head soon after nodding off in euphoric delight. That step was to heat up the bloody drug first. She turned her magic off the tube and veered for the burned silver spoon on her lap. Her magic carefully opened two bags and slowly trickled the lovely powder onto the big spoon.
The spoon was once a healthy utensil that served its valid purpose for sipping and taking big gulps of homemade soup that Spike and her always made on Sundays. Ever since her first experience with the drug after going to a party, she relocated two spoons under her pillow and kept it hidden well for over a month, until Spike found it while cleaning the bed for her.
At first, Spike was unsure of what to think. It soon dawned on Twilight later that night of what had happened and immediately interrogated Spike for the spoons. Twilight was foolish in this attempt as she could’ve simply stolen another utensil and perhaps hid it more confidently.
She seen Spike resting himself comfortably on the new love seat they bought two months earlier.
“What’s so special about a few spoons? And why were they all brown and black at the bottom?” he asked.
“Nothing you need to know Spike. Just tell me where they are. I…need them for an experiment I’ve been working on an-”
“Oh really? Well why haven’t you told me about this?” he eagerly asked before jumping off of his comfort zone. “I realized you haven’t done any research in the last three weeks. And lastly, What the Tartarus is so damn good about burned spoons that it requires your impressive magic skills?”
“Look I can’t say okay and next time I’ll include you one of my magic sessions. Now could you tell me where the spoons are?” she huffed.
“Yeah and why are they our soup spoons Twilight? If you're mixing a batch of new remedies with Zecora then you should’ve definitely counted me in on it!”
“Not now Spike, just give me the damn spoons!” Twilight felt the itch creeping on.
“Well fine, they are in the kitchen and do mind on not including me in one of your fun nights with the girls again, alright.” he half joked.
Twilight mumbled to herself before proceeding, “Yeah you can have fun with all of them if you like. I got new friends in my head to play with.”
“Wait, what?!”
“No. Uh…err, what I mean is you could ask them whenever, and i’m sure they will say yes.” She stuttered with her tongue overlapping words before they were spoken coherently. Sweat was starting to boil down her forehead and her mane became slightly damp.
“Twilight you’re lying.” he said coldly.
“Look Spike! I’ll deal with you later okay. I just need time for myself and we can discuss all this some other time. Go read a book or something unimportant in this house.” She shrugged him off before starting her journey to the basement.
“Unimportant?” Spike raised his head in confusion and cocked an eyebrow.
“Gah! You get what I mean, now where are they in the kitchen?” she said aloud. Her breathing was steadily getting faster by the minute.
“What?” Spike lost track of where the conversation was heading.
“The spoons, the fuc-…spoons okay. Where are the spoons?” she stammered.
“Same place they have always been, and stop acting weird.” he told her.
“Duly noted.” She then beamed through the kitchen and wasn’t seen again for the whole night.
Reflecting on the memory, Twilight held the spoon with her magic while her horn used the latter half of its strength to bring forth the lighter and whisk it in her direction.
As she lit the spoon, all she had to do was wait and her world would be free again.
Her mind drifted off to one of many arguments she had with Spike. Reciting the harsh, yet true word ‘addict’ in her head was both pleasing and depressing. She knew full well that getting out of the game was not going to happen, but the possibility of knowing it can happen sparked and recharged that fire through her brain briefly.
“Maybe one day, maybe one day,” she said to herself.
Five minutes passed and now the heroin had finally liquified enough for the event soon to partake in her veins.
Exuberance and exhilaration certainly painted the canvas of Twilight Sparkle’s new lifestyle. It was a force that no one could’ve predicted, even from the most disturbing parts of their minds, that Twilight Sparkle is a drug addict.
She then divided her magic into thirds and used the syringe to lick up the large dose of the unmerciful downers drug. Her widened eyes bled with passion as she watched her rush being sucked away to be disposed rightfully in her skin.
Her lips were dead dry and her tongue was beyond begging; it was practically drooling out from her muzzle with no regret. She gazed into the syringe and puckered up when the process was finished. After fixing her posture, she dropped the spoon onto the floor while the lighter bounced off her hind leg and landed beside her hoof.
Twilight then retraced the tubing back onto the floor, but in the heat of the dire moment, she scolded and whisked the tube off the ground and relayed the integral piece back to her. Her heart pounded and sped up as if time was getting slower. She turned her head to the right and watched while the tubing wrapped around her rough, patchy purple coat. She struggled to find a vein with her eyes since she was a pony. It was a lot harder for ponies to do, because they have fur all over their bodies that make finding small things like veins a difficult task. Nevertheless, it was a task that was sure to pay off within a minute or two.
She gritted her teeth and squinted her eyes to see any signs of potential bait. Looking further, there was a dead one or at least, one that had dried up from the looks of it. Twilight investigated more and soon she was on the money! And now she had a perfect candidate ready to be subjected to the well-known disease called dope.
Twilight tightened the tube more and now the vein was clearly showing through her coat. Her magic whisked the syringe off its coffee break and soon got into position to break Twilight’s skin once more.
She has on occasion, tried smoking heroin through a pipe but it deemed too awful for her lungs to contain that sulfuric gas. In the end she had a conversation with the dealer and he too deemed it a piss-poor experience for a youngster like her. And so he reduced it back to injecting through the veins.
Twilight breathed extremely tight, like her whole body was suffering another panic attack. Her chest tightened, the lungs exhaled and inhaled frantically, and her heart screamed more than ever.
Twilight licked her lips and prayed this bump would be enough to take her outside of her own box. The veins beneath her skin begged to not be subjected to the horrors of the syringe, her body begged and even her conscience pleaded. It wasn’t enough sadly.
She dived into herself and the syringe popped through the skin, blistering and puncturing the already withered body once more.
It effortlessly sliced through the skin and reached inside the vein. The stinging wasn’t all bad once you slowly compressed the heroin out of the syringe and into your body. Doing exactly that, she moaned in bliss at her accomplishment. The rush wouldn’t start for another thirty or so seconds but when that hit went through, it was going to make big waves throughout her body and unleash an epitome of a euphoric high. Trickling into her brain, dopamine was scheduling another lengthy high thanks to the massive dose she had taken.
The blood vessels throbbed and pulsated. It demanded to hold off her addiction until her body had properly healed but in the end however, the hot fluid of heroin cruising through her bloodstream soon proved an effortless opponent to fight.
The downers drug took full control of the wheel, and her mind was now infected with an immersive high.
Twilight instantly felt sedated by the wonderful drug. Her mind was caught in the influx of reality and fiction. But the opiate made sure it did its part and her body shuttered, legs trembled, and arms shivered like a slight cold breeze was gliding through the room.
Her body relaxed and her anxiety uplifted, she was now one with the heroin. The big waves of euphoria soon filled her whole body with warmth and safety. Twilight felt like she was swimming and ruffling through the clouds, like she was crowned queen of the world and had complete control of the sky. She felt like Celestia or Cadence couldn’t touch this mare if they bestowed their most powerful magic against her. Overthrowing the powerful alicorn was never her intention unless she was completely drunk, but while on heroin she knew that anything seemed possible.
Her tolerance built up had gained significantly throughout the last two months, and getting more and more of the drug was becoming harder than ever. Celestia had begun to ask questions why she required so many bits at one time. Twilight said she was just redecorating the library and required the necessary bits to fund the project, but Celestia wasn’t dumb – she can hear the obvious scam through her students teeth and she didn’t understand why that lying was becoming Twilight’s new gig.
It didn’t help when her hygiene began to degrade and she smelled and looked more grotesque than a hobo on the curb of Canterlot’s Underworld. She asked her friends if they would spare any bits on the many ‘plans’ she had made recently. Some gave in while others wondered, some asked, and the rest kept quiet. Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy were the ones to frequently ask what was up.
It was ironic in a way for Fluttershy since she herself, was planting, harvesting, and selling weed publicly. Well I guess the garden in her yard was there for another purpose. Her friends didn’t mind and some even bought off her on occasion but every pony knew heroin was out of their league.
And no one ever expected Twilight Sparkle to turn into a junkie bent on smack and depression. They all assumed that would’ve been some pony like Rarity, who would to turn into an addict with her stressful lifestyle.
The tubing soon came off and the syringe was now on the ground. She tried her best to keep her eyes focused, as the eyelids moved up and down. Fading in and out, she had to act on putting her equipment back before she either became too induced with drug intoxication or passed out from the effects.
It didn’t take too long to put everything back though. She packed the four remaining bags with the lighter before throwing the spoons in and stuffing her syringe together. She then topped it off with the other assorted pieces and finally zipped up the casing before the day soon faded into an amazing haze of unclarity.
Just then, her body had been accustomed to flying in the air, even though she didn’t possess wings. However, Twilight still felt like making the effort to try. She raised her forehooves and imagined herself as Wondermare and blasted to the sky. In her case, she only rose about two feet off the toilet seat before landing on her hip on the floor.
She didn’t feel the pain though. The feelings of pain or any sort of discomfort had waned away during the initial rush of her high.
Twilight’s face blushed across her muzzle in accomplishment. Pleased with her mission, she rolled on her back and stared at the light above her. She wondered if this magnificent bulb goes through the rush like she was going through on a daily basis whenever it was turned on. She wondered if the bulb ever got aroused when her or Spike repeatedly flicked its switch on and off. Twilight wondered if it ever went depressed when its ray of sunshine was forever put to sleep by the evil switch. She then looked at the switch and began cursing at its evil magic of choosing between happiness and sadness for the light bulb.
Twilight cursed at the ceiling, cursed at Celestia and Luna, cursed at Spike, and cursed at herself.
She often contemplated professional help from Applejack, seeing as how she could be the mare that could keep her calm when Twilight ever got overworked.
Spike aggressively scraped the door with his claws and gritted his teeth while stammering for Twilight’s attention.
“Twilight! What are you doing?”
Twilight didn’t feel a damn thing at this point. Good thing she locked the door, otherwise shit would’ve gotten bad.
“I-I-I…you should go away…I’m resting for something.”
“SOMETHING?! You’re fucking high again that’s what! You know how I know? Because you’ve been sneaking off into the bathroom for the past week! That’s how!”
“Spike…” she started off. “You must let your sister rest. She doesn’t need you anymore for the night. Go find Pinkie Pie or something.”
Twilight was nodding hard. Her speech was slowly getting more slurred and incoherent as the moments were passing by. The heroin inside her was ticking the time for its reprisal to take effect.
“Twilight you can’t do this anymore. I hate seeing you turn into this monster you’re becoming and somepony has to know! I mean, fuck. You’re not even bashing me for swearing! That’s totally off the grid for you. Because you’re fucking addicted to a substance that’s murdering your body and your self-morals. Did you even have a proper bath this week?”
“No Spiike…It doesn’t concerrrn you. I will take myyy bath next timeee.”
“Did you even hear me?! You. Need. Some. Help! And I can’t keep telling our friends that you’re sick, away to Canterlot, visiting family, or doing lots of studying. You haven’t even touched the recent set of books Celestia gave you a month ago! And slacking was never your most prized enjoyment.”
“Slacking or not…my fun is my time to shineee. Sooo buzzzz off, and let me sleeff.”
“It’s not fair Twilight. Watching you kill yourself is something I can’t stand for much longer. I will have to bring Celestia into this.”
“You. Better. Not do that!”
“What’s happened to you?! You were a mare with pride, you were a student with compassion. You have friends that can help and are always there but you sit here in this stupid bathroom, nodding off on that thing you keep calling fun. What’s so fun about seeing my sister falling over the ground and barely awake to realize that she is pissing or shitting all over the floor?!”
“Do you, fancy a bump?”
“Excuse me?”
“A bump. A hit, I can giveee. And it’s a hit you won’t ever, everrrr for-get. If you want, I can give you a pussy shot. It’s really small like your manhood and you’ll be too ripped to notice anything out of the ordinary.”
“You bitch. I can’t believe you just offered me some of your stuff. What the Tartarus is wrong with you!?”
“Wrong with me? You need to loosen up and stop being so ‘out of it’ yourself.”
The doorbell rang and Spike had to answer the bloody thing. Probably more of their friends, it wouldn’t have been the first time they came here to ask for Twilight.
“I’ll be back.”
“Yes, you do that.” Twilight hummed before staring into the light again. The heroin was tearing her body a new one, and she couldn’t find the right words to express her exhilaration other than giving herself a headache while looking into the light.
Her body was solid like titanium. Her arms wanted nothing but to only comfort that light-bulb and be its friend. Her drowsy eyes glanced to the door once more and tried to find a reason why there wouldn’t be a monster waiting to pounce on her the next day.
Twilight’s arms no longer glowed with sores that resembled red termite bugs peeking through the skin. Instead, her scabby arms pulsated with infectional slime oozing out. She scratched more and more to rid herself of the infectious disease but it only came back more fiercely after each scratch. Her forehoof couldn’t fight it any longer and soon blood was streaming out of her wrist. It trickled and melted the fur with its bubbling hot stream. She panicked and her heart didn’t fare any better. Pumping faster than her mind could process the whole event.
She did the next best thing, scratch, when bugs started crawling through her mane and eating the strands of hair and dandruff.
Just as she was close to mustering the strength to get up, the massive surge of dopamine kicked in to hunker her back into place.
She attentively watched the light sputter and flash on and off repeatedly. Her blush soon came back and she let one final sigh of relief, now contempt with her new love of life.
Oh yes, heroin can be one nasty blessing to any pony.
Spike paced himself up towards the stairs leading down to the door. His breath became tighter with each foot over the other, his belly jiggled with a little wavy groove going up and down and sideways around his stomach.
Spike grabbed anything that looked out of the ordinary and shoved it back into place. He brushed off the work table and picked up any dirty plates that were splayed all across it. He couldn’t have enough time to bridge the gap between the raging doorbell and the messy main room. Spike stopped dead in the middle of room, and submitted to the disaster that was sure to come in this new heated discussion.
Spike walked slowly to the door, head down. He looked like a cancer patient with no ill morale left in him. He crept up to the door and trembled with fear as she churned the doorknob slowly. To no surprise, Rainbow Dash was the focused, headstrong, and seething mare outside the library.
“Hiya Spike.” Rainbow Dash said.
“Oh, uh…hey Rainbow, what’s up?” Spike eerily questioned her.
“Oh, nothing. Just checking on my best mare.” She attempted to bypass her way through this time.
“Besty you both are, but besty isn’t going to get you far. Look, what do you want?” He went full interrogation mode with full armor and everything.
“I just want to see her. We all want to see her.” She now vouched for all the mane six, including herself.
“Yeah, well she has a lot riding on her this time alright?” He stated.
“What. More studying? Bullshit, I think you’re lying.” she assaulted with guerrilla warfare.
“I’m not lying it’s the truth. And what’s it to you about what I say or don’t say?” he raised an eyebrow and frowned.
“Well I care because I’m your friend and I care because Twilight is my friend too. The fact she hasn’t spoken to any of us in two whole weeks is another story,” she pleaded.
“Yeah, well Celestia is cracking the books hard. And if she doesn’t make the grade, she will hold back Twilight for another year.” he finally admitted.
“Another year?! Wow Spike. You’re really sure this time, because that’s what you said last month. When she was still visiting us at least. You know she hasn’t even been to our monthly get together girl’s night out parties on the last two occasions.” she hissed back.
“Well why don-” Spike was cut short from his conversation.
“And if I recall something about Twilight Sparkle, she never likes to miss out or screw up her schedule. So what’s the beef?” she added.
“I can’t say because there isn’t anything wrong, alright!” Spike stammered.
“Snappy you can get. But don’t lie to me Spike, you can go lie to somepony like Pinkie and she will just walk away and eat a piece of some disgusting candy but don’t. Ever. Fucking. Lie. To. Me.” she retorted.
“Alright,” Spike sighed. “she has gone through some problems over the last month, and it isn’t some silly thing like drugs if you’re thinking that. But its….d-d-depression.” he sighed loudly. He didn’t even care if Rainbow heard his response. Just saying something to some pony was more worthwhile than screaming in his own head.
“Depression?! Twilight isn’t depressed silly. That should be reserved for some other mare in this town.” Rainbow was flabbergasted with shock.
Spike flatly blurted out. “Ugh, would you look at the main official point behind it? I live here with her and we talk. So I gave you the scoop right there.”
“I’m just surprised that’s all. I didn’t think Twilight was well, down on herself. What caused this her studies? and how do you know of drugs?” She wondered.
“I know because Twilight and I have been going through ‘studying’ lately on the topic. Heavily. And yes it’s been the lessons to some degree.” he admitted once more.
“Well why can’t she take one friggin’ night off and enjoy herself? Wow, no wonder why she looked dirty as shit last time me and
Rarity saw her. Bucked up and sleepy looking too. Haha, we thought she was on heroin or smack.” a weak smile and clearly a fake laugh emulated and vibrated through the wood under Spike’s feet.
“Oh yeah. What gave you that impression?” curiosity took the wheel.
“Well because drugs are now a big thing in Ponyville since well, two years ago. Just before you guys came here when I was 16, some weird event happened and large quantities of various drugs got shipped here by accident and let’s say some parties got extra livelier because of it. And since I was still a kid in retrospect, I dabbled quite a bit into the stuff. I know it was a rush, but hardly a lifestyle I can get use too. I just stay with sex, mostly.” she stopped her tongue from forming any more personal words of its own, and she instantly smudged her lips in with both of her forehooves. A chuckle erupted while her blue cheeks glowed brightly in an embarrassing reaction.
“I can’t believe I just said that.” She squeed.
“Yeah, and I can’t believe you’re giving me a sex talk before Twilight thinks I’m even ready yet.” Spike rolled his eyes in disappointment and half-jokingly.
“Look, sex is probably one of greatest things you’ll ever get to experience and it’s a drug on its own. Personally, it’s my drug of choice and I will gladly replace it with something like acid any day.” Rainbow Dash fluttered her memories very quickly to process all her sexual times with dozens of mares and colts. She was a bisexual, no doubt.
“What’s acid, and do explain more of this.”
“Well. I won’t say anything because you have a lot of growing up to do before I open that batch of eggs, little fella.” She nudged Spike’s arm casually.
Spike blew air out of his nose and asked if there was anything else.
“No. There is nothing I need, I guess. Look tell Twilight that she needs to talk to us soon, because depression isn’t good. Really, it isn’t and I’ve been down that road myself when I was a half-preened filly,” Dash gladly spoke about herself.
“I’ll make sure she knows. Thanks Rainbow for the lovely and well, honestly good chat. When are you coming back I must ask?” he questioned her in curiosity.
“I’ll check in a few days. And should I tell the others about her depression?” she asked politely.
“I wouldn’t recommend it. Remember how crazy she went with her doll, when she was looking for problems and caused a huge uproar, that you even almost fell in love with it too.”
“Yes, I remember Spike.” she snickered.
“Fun experience huh? Well, we don’t want her freaking out like that again. Now keep it to yourself and I’ll see if I can convince her on receiving help from you gals.”
“Thanks Spike. Take care and say hi for me,” she told him.
“Will do, goodbye Dash,” he replied before shutting the door and placing the lock over the latch.
He walked back to the basement and his eyes stared in both horror and disappointment. What he saw was a struggling Twilight crawling through the rug like a slow caterpillar. Her mind was probably craving for something. Either it was food, a blanket or something sharp.
He saw the dried blood streaks peeking out of her purple fur. Bubbling through her wrist. He didn’t care at the moment. It was only through his own mild depression, he bothered to make an effort on giving Twilight his one hundred and one percent. Instead of seeing her slug away like this.
Her body stopped, and her head dropped on the floor. And soon she was passed out and was sure to attempt another hit tomorrow.
Spike forced back all but one tear falling down onto his cheek. He snorted all the bad thoughts of his drug-addled friend and tried repressing them with happier times when she wasn’t sneaking out at night and buying the disease by the pound every two weeks that now turned to one week.
His legs trembled and he shut his eyes closed as he walked back upstairs.
He looked down at the garbage and stared at the picture of him and Twilight as kids, with him being the infant while she was still a filly.
The pent up anger finally released itself through physical pain than emotional reasoning. He ran and jumped on the table that had one of several pictures and threw it across the wall. He snatched the second one with his claws and chucked it out of the window.
He grabbed the third and clenched it with his fist before throwing it at the ceiling.
He growled and snarled before unleashing his loudest scream that stole all signs of anger away from his tattered and torn soul.
His fists were closed and he wasn’t done yet. Spike soon leaped off the furniture and grabbed Twilight’s useless book collection and threw each book from the first few levels all over the floor. Hurling and slamming one after another. He had his teeth gritted the whole time.
His eyes fixated with blind drunken rage, he glanced towards the first picture he threw and stomped on it repeatedly. The crunching sound mixing with glass, skin, paper and blood didn't even cause him the slightest feelings of pain as he stomped. He was traumatized by the crummy deal he had been forced in because of his current relationship and lifestyle with his sister was agonizing pain in its own right.
The sounds echoing from upstairs didn’t even resonate Twilight to stand or blink or do anything than lay there sleeping on the whole action.
Spike went down on the steps and rested his foot comfortably over his leg and watched the blood weave and coat his purple pudgy feet.
He was a bit happy at releasing himself today. Tartarus, even something like that can still make a dragon itch for more occasions like that. He was born as part of the dragon’s race after all.
He flicked off any little bits of glass and any shards that were too small to peck at. He could just pluck out with a tweezer some other day. If he can get into the bathroom without Twilight hogging it first.
Spike walked back up the stairs to his crib, very slowly to relieve pressure on his aching foot. The cuts were manageable but the sliver like shards of glass stabbed and pelted him each step.
He got back upstairs and looked visually though the room before slamming his weight down on the bed.
It was his bed of honor, his bed of solitary and his bed of both shame and respect. He groaned once more before focusing on the good times of last year and months before this nasty beast took control of his friend.
He managed to say one more thing about the long standing subject.
“Maybe one day, maybe one day...”
Then he drifted off into his own fiction.
Author's Note
Well I decided to create this because I always loved Twilight Sparkle and she will always be my special mare.
Too me it only seemed natural to fuck up the thing you always seem to care for the most when it comes with fictional characters.
I hope you like it and give me critical acclaim or bash me to the abyss. You decide people, you decide.
Also, comment on your thoughts of a drugged out Twilight Sparkle.
I must also tell that there is a potential prequel to this story if the first here is well received. Or at least, people think its okay.
