Frankenstallion Legacy

"Do not take life too seriously. You will never get out of it alive." (Elbert Hubbard)

Spike partially opened his eyes, as a reaction to the the beam of sunlight that shone through one of the windows. He didn't move as tried to fall back to sleep. But then he noticed, Rarity was gone. 'She probably just woke up already,' he thought closing his eyes, but there was another sound in the room.

Spike could hear someone breathing, it was too heavy to be Rarity, and the sound of pages turning echoed through the room, the pages of a book. He cracked one of his eyes open to see who was there. There was a lanky unicorn sitting there in Spike's chair.

He was dark grey, almost black, but not quite. His mane was a mixture of darker hues of blue. A pair of navy blue eyes sat behind a pair of square, metal framed reading glasses. At his neck sat a purple bow tie with a collar. A blue luminescence glowed around his horn as he held up a book titled "Knitting for Fillies".  His cutie mark was a pencil and paintbrush. He looked up from the book, peering over his glasses.

"Rise and shine sleeping beauty." The unicorn said, in a husky voice, as he began to grin. Spike rolled over in his bed irritated by the unicorn's presence. He let out a sigh as he tried to fall back to sleep. It didn't last. Spike parted his eyelids again as he heard the floorboards creak behind him against the side of his bed. He furrowed his brow as heard the unicorn whispering over his ear. "Spiiiiiike. Spike. Spike?" Spike was losing his patience. "Hey, Spike. Who's that sexy white mare downstairs?" Spike's eyes shot open at the unicorn's comment. "Is she like a PROSTITUTE or something?"

Spike bolted up in rage. "HOW DARE YOU!!!" Spike growled as he lunged at the unicorn. Just before Spike rammed into him, the unicorn used his magic to teleport out of the way. Spike face planted onto the floor, hard. He rolled onto his back while grabbing his snout as he hollered unintelligible mumbles.

"Alas! I have awoken the 'dragon' from his slumber!" The unicorn said triumphantly.  Spike growled at him as he now rolled onto his side. The unicorn slowly approached Spike. "I do apologize for the, vulgar comment I made about your lady friend downstairs. I was just trying to get your attention." He held out his hoof to help Spike up. "She's not my type anyway. Too white." Spike reluctantly took the hoof to hoist himself up.

"You must be the assistant Twilight sent, right?" Spike said as he continued to rub his nose.

"That is correct. I used to work at the  library in the crystal empire, but the head librarian there grew a little impatient with me. Still don't know why." Spike rolled his eyes. "Then, I was put 'in charge' of the library in Canterlot Castle, but it was boring."

Spike was surprised. "Why?"

"The only two people that ever came in were Princess Twilight and Princess Luna. Luna had the decency to at least ask me where she could find her romance novels, but Twilight, nope. She just empties a shelf, reads through all those books, and then leaves the mess for me to clean up."

"I hear you on that one. She did the same thing with me." Spike laughed. He was beginning to warm up to this new assistant, but he was still slightly pissed about how he was awaken from his sleep.

"Right then, OH...WAIT..." The unicorn face hoofed as he remembered. "...I forgot to introduce myself. The name's Mythic, Mythic Pen. Most ponies call me Myt for short, spelled M-Y-T but pronounced M-I-T."

Spike raised his brow. "Well, it's nice to meet you...Myt."

"My pleasure as well...Spike. Right then, now that we're acquainted, may I ask exactly where my room is?"

Spike looked down from Myt at the floor, scratching the back of his neck in thought. "Well, the guest room is occupied for the time being, but the basement is open." Looking back at Myt, the unicorn smiled back as he walked out of Spike's room.

"Thank you, Now I know where to unpack." Spike rolled his eyes as Myt trotted out of the door and downstairs.

*****

Zecora held the strange emblem in her hoof. It was almost like a cross, except the top was looped. The brown leather band that it was tied onto was tattered and old. The edges of the gold emblem were smoothed over. It could be decades, or it could be centuries old.

It was the necklace Wolf had dropped at the party the previous night. The mysterious colt had disappeared so suddenly and unexpectedly. He disappeared right along with Bonbon. The police needed help with this, they asked Zecora because they knew they could trust her. She had been there in the past to set things straight anytime there were problems in Ponyville. In this case, she felt determined that if she could find Wolf, she could find out a clue as to where Bonbon was.

Zecora put the necklace back in here saddlebag as she approached Sugar Cube Corner. The sweetshop, that stood at the corner of one of the streets near the middle of Ponyville, it had been built in the form of a gingerbread house, but it was not edible. The family that owned the shop, the Cake family, had rented out the attic to Pinkie Pie who also works at the shop. Zecora knew that Pinkie knew everypony in town. Not only this, she was an expert at finding the ponies she didn't know. Zecora was sure Pinkie could give her some tips on finding the one she was looking for.

Zecora looked at the door's window. There was a sign in red letters that read "CLOSED". She knocked at the door. The door cracked open revealing a creme colored pegasus colt with a brown mane and brown eyes. His name was Pound Cake. He looked up to Zecora timidly as he spoke, "Hello?"

"Hello there little one. There is some business with miss Pinkie Pie that needs to be done." The colt sat there, translating Zecora's natural rhyme in his head.

"You need to see Pinkie?"

"Yes."

"Oh. Hold on, let me ask my dad." The small colt walked off leaving the door open. Zecora sat there and laughed a bit as she heard the colt call out to his dad. A few moments later he came back to the door. "Okay, my dad says you can come in. Pinkie is upstairs." He pulled the door open for Zecora.

"Thank you." She made her way through the door and into the sweetshop. The walls were lined either by shelves or glass cabinets, all containing assorted sweets, cakes, and pastries. A taller, lanky, orange earth pony walked through the door. Zecora recognized the familiar underbite of Mr. Cake.

"Why hello Zecora, my son tells me you need to see Pinkie."

"That is correct."

"Just go up those stairs over there she's on the top floor in the attic."

*****

When Zecora reached Pinkie's room she saw that the door was cracked open. She pushed the door open to see that Pinkie was still asleep. Pinkie's chicken costume was hanging on the frame of her bed, but there was another costume hanging on the other side. One that was not Pinkie's.

Zecora approached the bed side. Pinkie was not alone. A grey unicorn lay on the other side of Pinkie with his arm draped over her. Zecora remembered his name, Pokey Pierce, or something like that. Using her hoof, Zecora bumped Pinky on the shoulder. Pinky suddenly awoke into a yawn,"Awwwh...mmm. Pokey?"

"Pinkie it's me Zecora." Pinkies eyes opened in shock as looked up at Zecora.

"WHA-. Ahhh!" Pinkie fell out of her bed. "What are you doing here?! Out, out, out, out, OUT." Pinkie began shove Zecora across the floor towards the door. Meanwhile Pokey simply turned in the bed grabbing onto a pillow, still asleep. Once they were out the door, Pinky closed it behind them. "It's not what it looks like!" Pinky stated as a worried look overtook her face.

"Pinky it is no concern to me, I have other business and shall let it be."

"Whew. Thanks. So what was it that you needed?"

"I am looking for somepony that was at the party last night, I need-"

"You need some tips on how I do it?"

"...I was hoping you might."

"Sure! Okay, here's what I do. First..."