Don't Call Me Adorable!

Mom and Twilight woke me up smiling like nothing could possibly be wrong. I, not having a reason to ruin the mood, gave them a less honest, but similar looking smile. Inside, I had begun to worry about school.

I knew I'd do fine grade wise, but seeing Derpy after four days was a frightening idea. In the past, ponies I had thought were friends came back to school ignoring me if just a weekend had past. Having only met Derpy once, I felt certain that's what would happen.

I rolled over and stood on my bed just as Twilight moved to bop my nose. Instead of being disappointed, Twilight let out a soft thoughtful sigh.

"Just adorable." Twilight teased/squeed. What the heck? Was Twilight sick or something?

"I know!" Mom whispered in agreement. Y tu, mother?

I tried to jump away, but mom or Twilight's magic pulled me towards them. Confusion abounded as my legs refused to move.

"She would make such a pretty doll." Twilight commented almost analytically.

"She would fit right on my shelf." Mom muttered in agreement.

-=-

I awoke with a start, the nightmare leaving me breathless like a kick to the gut. Loud unfamiliar snoring came from the room below, and my eyes stung from morning light.

I didn't panic, in fact, I expected that nightmare. Everything has a price.

I got out of bed as dawn's early light just reached my floor. It was easy enough to see once my eyes were adjusted. This wasn't my first early morning wake up, and without much need for thought I drew up Crisploven and Ravenhoof. I felt a small snap as each drawing rose from the page, gained shape and color, and then stood upon the page.

"Hello lady Scribble." Crisploven greeted. He was always the gentlestallion, very chivalrous. I had drawn him wearing full body plate armor, but he was wearing full body chainmail and leather.

"Hey Cutey." Ravenhoof greeted nonchalantly. I hadn't drawn her wearing anything, but her manifestation was wearing glow bracelets.

The heart in my cutie mark didn't mean love or cuteness, as many assumed. This was my talent. I drew things and they came to life. I had not told my mother for obvious reasons, those being panic, misunderstanding, and motherly over protection. She was great in so many ways, but I just couldn't see her not over reacting to her daughter's drawings coming to life.

I could be wrong. In fact, Twilight's entrance into my life made my secret's reveal inevitable. I knew I had to do it on my own terms, but I could wait until after Twilight sealed the deal. I didn't want to distract from their relationship.

"Scribble?" Ravenhoof asks concerned, breaking me from my thoughts. I sheepishly grin, and pull out a fresh pencil to write down what had happened. They didn't say anything while I wrote, they already knew what I was doing.

Needless to say, they are as speechless reading what happened as I was experiencing it. For several moments there was no chatting as they read and processed.  Then, as one they rose.

"Scribble," they said together, but Ravenhoof blushed and silenced herself to let Crisploven speak.

"Scribble, I , and I'm sure Ravenhoof, can't find words to express the joy these words being." That was Crisploven in a nutshell. He was honest, and while he included Ravenhoof in the beginning, he never thought to say we. He never sought to speak for others as a certainty without permission. Always kind, but brimming with manners.

"Scribble, That bucking sums it up." And that was Ravenhoof. She was crass, rude, and wonderful pony. She partied and drank, but she carried a elegant and mysterious air. Truly, a Princess of partying.

I gave the two manifestations a warm hug with my hooves and muzzle. I gave my hoof a rotation left and right, our universal sign for time coming to and end, but Ravenhoof raised a wing to stop me.

"Scribble, I know you are worried about being caught, but I just have to see this new home of yours. You haven't even shown us a picture!" Ravenhoof does her best to look indignant. "Why can't I just explore while the house is empty?"

I hadn't considered that, and if she was sure everyone was out...

'Fine,' I wrote, 'you can explore for 10 minutes after everpony has left.' Ravenhoof hoof pumped in victory, but Crisploven waved goodbye. I erased Crisploven then reminded Raven that I had my eyes on her.

I sighed as I grabbed my back pack out of its cubby by my desk. It was a soft blue. It complemented my eyes, or at least my mom said it did.

Speaking of school, I'd better prepare emotionally. Bullies would have a bunch of pent up bullying they wanted to let loose. Ponies' strong herd instinct tended to leave out those who were different. As one of maybe 10 mutes in Equestria, I was really different. Throw in skipping a few grades, currently flightless, and being small for my age, and you got a equation that equaled bullying. Lots and lots of bullying. Some poor fillies might think becoming a princess through marriage would help, but I held no such illusion.

As soon as everypony found out, bullies would come flocking from every corner of Equestria to harass or use me.

It might be better with Spike there. Sometime last night they had told Spike he was getting a niece/sister, but I had dozed off by that point... I was tired okay? I had just had my entire life turned upside down. Give a filly a break. I had awoken when they had tried to move me into my bed, and had asked why Spike the dragon was sleeping across our couch. That's how I knew it happened. Apparently he had taken it pretty well. At least, that's what they said.

Spike had just turned sixteen, and Twilight was twenty-eight. I was twelve, and Mom was thirty-two. Now that I think about it, that's a pretty diverse group of ages. It was kind of weird now that I thought about it. The age gap between me and Spike was the same as the one between mom and Twilight.

Speaking of Spike, that was probably him snoring down stairs. Twilight had already stayed over once, so I knew it wasn't her. Mom didn't snore. Thus, it was Spike. Logic!

I stop myself from doing a victory jump. I really needed to break that habit.

Now, I had been given a dream about the two mares I trust leaving me on a shelf like a doll. This was a pretty easy dream to interpret. I was worried that mom and Twilight would forget all about me being a real pony as they got deeper into their relationship. So... how to fix that? Maybe I could... no, I couldn't get tutoring from Twilight. That would cut into their date time, but... Twilight was supposed to be running a library right? I could check out books whenever I was sure she was working

Twilight would definitely be into that, but what to do for mom?

... Got it! All I had to do was help her plan/pull off her dates. That would help their relationship, and keep me in the back of her mind! Okay subconcious, problem solved. Give me a ha-... nevermind.

Now, time to wait for everyone to wake up. Yeah, everyone. Spike was a dragon not a pony!

-=-

It was a few minutes before the snoring outside ended with a loud thud. I chose this as the best moment to head downstairs. I chose now because spike would be alone, but Twilight or mom would exit the main bedroom any minute now. That thud had to have woken them up. That way, things couldn't get dangerous if he didn't like me.

Yeah, I'd planned that far ahead. I had prepared greeting cards, some expected conversational topics, the works. They were all tucked neatly in my saddlebags. I was meeting my future brother/uncle for the first time! Make or break! Su-

Ow!

Dumb stairs! No, focus Scribble!

I picked myself off the ground and listened carefully. There wasn't any sound from the living room anymore, but I could vaguely hear something coming from the kitchen. Which was weird, because I knew for a fact that the door to my mom's bedroom hadn't opened once. So that meant it had to be Spike. What was he doing in our kitchen?

I made my approach cautiously. As Ravenhoof had oft said, "if the situation is really freaky, don't freak out." Of course, she'd often ramble on for a while t afterwords about drugs, but I was pretty sure that applied in any situation.

Just as I was about to reach the kitchen, I pulled out my nicest looking greeting card and readied it. It was made of the toughest and sharpest paper, so that I could use it if things ever went sour. It's important to remember, Stranger Danger!

I slowly opened the door, glanced inside, and was completely dumbfounded by what I saw. Spike, I assumed it was Spike, was cooking pancakes!

This was crazy! He couldn't reach the far side of the counter without a stool? Just as he was about to catch a pancake that he had just launched into the air, he turned and went wide eyed as he saw me. There was a awkward silence as the pancake slapped against the tile floor.

Then another awkward silence. Spike appeared to be holding something back. Was he angry, or sad? Why was he breathing like that? Was he sic-

"So," the dragonling started awkwardly, "you're going to be my step sister?" I frowned as years of fan arguments over Spike and Twilight's relationship died with a sentence. It took him a moment, but Spike eventually noticed the card I was carrying. "Hi Spike, it's nice to meet you." He read out loud like Twilight, cute. "So that whole can't talk thing was for real then." Ouch, he definitely wasn't the most sensitive. "Well... Scribble, it's nice to meet you." I sighed in relief as he used the second part of my name. At least- "Twilight never said you'd be this cute!" What? Seriously?!

"To think, I'll finally get a sister!" No. "I was worried when Twilight came out of the closet that I'd be a only child." No! "Guess she showed me huh. So how'd you get to be so cute?" NO! Spike was a chatterer! Of all the things he could have been, I had to get a chatterer! He was never going to shut up! His kind were all the same, using the fact that I was mute to just keep talking on and on. Some did it on purpose, some did it unconciously, but they were all annoying. It wasn't just a inability to take a damn breath, chatterers always said things like "cute."

I needed a nice big drink. Maybe Ravenhoof could teach me more about discerning champagne brands.

"Yo Scribble, are you okay? I've been talking this whole time and you haven't said anything!" Grrrr! "Ohh yeah. You can't talk. That's gotta be hard. This one time i bit off a spoiled fire gem, and I couldn't talk for days."

Buck me.