Reforming Them : A Gem So Rare

"I dare you to go see."

"No! I'm not going to go into a monster's lair!"

"You're such a chicken!"

The outside voices would call. They were often around, and they provided some entertainment when he was bored. Which he often was. Rarity, that white mare, seemed to be appearing around less and less. He had allowed her to walk through his territory, seeing as he would be living with her.

"You've got to be kidding me. Just take a peek."

They continued to talk. Sombra knew they were probably behind the curtain. He never bothered to open the thing. Mostly because he wasn't well aquatinted with the sun anymore.

"Will you stop asking if I do?"

It seemed like the voices were talking to themselves. Something they regularly did. They all sounded the same, so it made the voices sound schizophrenic. Like they were all coming from one pony. Sombra shuffled around on his hill of crystals. He didn't know where he got these things, to be honest. Neither did Rarity. The crystals just seem to appear when he started to create the mound in the first place. Sombra stayed low to his crystals. He was basically on a mountain of food that never went stale, and was always in perfect condition. He could hear the door being pushed, by the ring of the bell. He whisked himself off the top of his mound, and slid down to the back of the hill. Where he was basically invisible. An ambush would scare the voices away.

"So the rumors aren't true."

He could hear the voice say. It sounded rather disappointed. It's voice was too high to tell what gender it was. Sombra stayed quiet, keeping his mouth shut. He rustled a few crystals, which made the voice gasp.

"Who's there?"

The voice demanded. It sounded rather scared, which for some reason, made the grey stallion grin. He smashed his hoof down onto the crystals, which he could hear a crystal crack from his hoof coming down onto it.

"What're you doing? Go in!"

Another voice ushered. Pushing the door open fully. The bell jingled loudly as the door was swung open. On instinct, Sombra growled. His growl had developed that somewhat similar to a lion's. He had been here for about two days, and he knew that bell meant somepony was intruding on his boundaries.

"Uh.."

He heard the voice say. He slithered out from behind his mound. Making his head sneak over the side. His crimson eyes piercing his intruders. He scanned over them. His snake like tongue poking out from his lips. A small foal was staring directly at him. He had a light brown coat with a white and red striped mane and tail. His eyes wide as he was being pushed into the boutique by a light blue hoof, attached to a small filly with an identical mane color and style. Sombra crawled out from behind his hill fully, showing off his broad chest as he crawled. Crystals sliding down and moving as Sombra moved forward. His intimidating gray figure growled as he rose to his full stature. Approaching the two slowly. The foal smiled. It wasn't a regular smile. It was one of those 'I'm going to die' smiles. He let his hooves touch the regular floor of the boutique. It felt slightly weird, seeing as he had spent most of his days on his pile of crystals.

"Uh.. Sorry we intruded.. Mr.."

The foal stuttered, raising his right forehoof as he attempted to back up. Blocked to do so by the filly who had her hooves pushing him into the boutique. She refused to move. She appeared petrified. Sombra kept his teeth hidden behind his lips as he approached. He was then so close to the foal that his shadow was looming over the small pony.

"Please don't eat me.."

The pony whimpered, his ears flattening down to his head.

"Leave."

Sombra hissed, his canines bared like a wolf attempting to scare off another rouge wolf. These wolves were quick to leave. They shut the door behind them, leaving a cloud behind them as they ran. Sombra watched as they ran away from the boutique. He had looked out the door, as the door had a diamond shaped window on it. He immediately regretted his decision and hissed in pain. Covering his eyes as he trotted back over to his precious crystals. That sun hurt his eyes a decent amount, seeing as he hadn't been outside for a couple days. That burning ball in the sky will pay. It and it's supposed controller. That monarch that Sombra would DESTROY. Once he remembered her. Speaking of things to destroy, there was a certain thing sneaking around here. It wasn't always here, but sometimes Sombra would hear the bell slightly jingle. He thought it off as a gust of wind going through the house, seeing as his mane and tail appeared to whip through the air. He would get to the bottom of this mystery the next time in happened. Sombra retook his position of Overlord of the Crystal Pile, and sat atop the food he considered delicious. He plotted. This rustling and suspicious activity only started on the first day he got here. While he was asleep. He was a heavy sleeper indeed, but he had a hard time going to sleep for some reason. Maybe he was a insomniac, he didn't know. He would toss and turn spastically on his crystals. Grumbling whenever one of the sharper points stabbed into him. To an eye who knew nothing about him, they would say he was having a nightmare. Like that would happen any time soon. He had a lot of time listening to his environment, and whenever he was about to go to sleep, the door's bell would slightly jingle, then he would be in a comatose like sleep. Nothing would wake him after he had drifted off into the blank dreams he had. He would awake the next day. Still the same. Nothing changed except for the lighting in the building. Which he had gotten used to. Though he felt a strange feeling towards the lamps that hung off the ceiling. Much like when he was first brought back, it was that feeling of fear. He had no idea why he would be scared of such simple things. They freaked him out. So he avoided 'eye-contact' with the beings that hung from the ceiling. If he didn't bother them, they wouldn't bother him. Maybe it was because he feared for the unknown. He didn't know what had scared him. Neither what the creatures that hung from the ceiling names. Neither did he require knowing their names. Rarity, the few times she was around, flipped a small lever on the wall to activate the creature's burning eyes. Did she control them? Possibly. He would have to have a discussion about the things.

Jingle.. Jingle..

The bell warned Sombra about the newest intruder. He was about to go back to sleep too. He held his eye open but a crack, looking down at the ground from his pile. The jingle was early, as it was around the same sort of volume of the ones he heard late at night. Right before he slept. Sombra took a lot of naps, so it wouldn't surprise him if the intruder made its way inside the building while he was napping.

"Rarity..?"

The newest intruder called for his white mare. It's voice was unfamiliar. It sounded female.. Like a child.. But.. He couldn't put his hoof on it. It didn't sound like the other intruders. It sounded unpony, like it was a different species entirely. Through his still sleepy eyes would only reveal it's colors. He couldn't risk opening his eye more, lest the thing know he was awake. He would be asking this thing questions. Lots of them.

"Spike, I'm in the kitchen. Don't move."

He could hear his purple maned unicorn companion say. Her trot filling the room as she approached the crystals. She honestly didn't know she had that many crystals. It was good to see them all in the light, even if they were incredibly disorganized and took up a bunch of room.

"Don't talk."

She whispered, obviously to the intruder. Her colors came into view. Her white coat and purple mane. Sombra could see a lighter shade of purple and some green right infront of her blob of color that was obviously supposed to be the newest intruder. She guided the other blob of color out of Sombra's small range of sight. He moved his head, twisting it slowly to watch the two go farther back into the boutique. Away from him. The two blobs suddenly disappeared. So much for that questioning. He would do it later.

"Spike.."

He grumbled. He sworn he had heard that name before. Somewhere.. Somewhere. He really wanted to know how he knew this intruder, unlike the other ones. This intruder's color scheme did ring a bell in Sombra's mind, but he couldn't pinpoint which bell had rung.

"Spike.."

Sombra repeated the name, now opening his eyes fully to think about this. His nap could wait.

"He's scaring away customers."

Rarity sighed, plopping her face onto her hooves. She would be going broke soon. Sombra had put up his little tower by the front of her store, watching over everything that entered. She was surprised she could get Spike past his watchful eye, seeing as he was STILL AWAKE. It was none of her concern. Spike was here now, and she had somebody to comfort her. Her friends, other then spike, haven't been visiting her recently. Not even Fluttershy. Her Sister and Friends were basically the only others she saw. Other then Spike. Sombra had allowed the three entrance into the boutique.

"I could get Twilight to send a reconsidering letter to Princess Celestia. We could keep him in the basement underneath the library."

Spike comforted her. He had been suggesting the 'Reconsidering Letter' for the entire time he had visited her. Rarity knew that Celestia would reject her request. Spike would not stop nagging her about it. She was going to get more and more negative the longer Sombra was around. He just shed off his negativity onto anything around him. The negativity he didn't even know he had. He would know soon enough though. If he saw Spike, which he almost did, he would certainly recall EVERYTHING from the past thousand or so years. Then they would have a situation. It was always a constant disaster in here. Rarity always had to stay on edge when Spike was over. His worry for her made him traverse the land and get past the sleeping tyrant. Whom hated spike with every ounce of his being. He would he if he saw spike. He would remember what had happened in the Crystal Empire. He would be much more vicious. It was a chance Rarity no longer wanted to take. She didn't want to loose her boutique.

"Alright. Sure. Make the letter, please."

Rarity gave a desperate smile to Spike, who in which, returned with a hug. A warm, scaly hug. He gave her one every time he had left her alone. It gave her comfort. Spike was about to run out of the kitchen like a blind fool. Rarity had noticed this a bit too late, as Spike had opened the door. Though he quickly closed it, with a nervous smile etched onto his face.

"Uh.. I'll just take the window."

Spike pointed his claw to the window in Rarity's kitchen. Rainbow Dash often opened it to stop by and chat with her fashionista friend. Though it was kept closed because Rarity rarely cooked. Spike hopped up onto the counter, and pushed open the window. Rarity had silently approved of this course of action with a nod. With the window opened, Spike leapt onto the window sill. He had almost fallen off the other side, as his foot had slipped when he landed. Making him fall onto his back while on the thin windowsill.

"I'll be back in a few minutes."

Spike reassured Rarity, rolling off the windowsill and into the bushes located below the window. If he had a mane or tail, sticks and leaves would get caught in it. Seeing as the bush was rather sticky. Strangely sticky. A sap like fluid coated each branch of each bush. The bush was a flower bush, imported from the gryphon kingdom. So that was possibly why the bush was so strange, and how it kept out ponies from breaking in. It would catch their manes or tails and hold them in place with the thick sticky fluid along the branches. He poked his head out from the bush, leaves and other plant grown things stuck all over his face. He spat out a small stick and trudged through the plant with ease. He didn't know how to word the letter, and seeing as he would be having to write it.. That wasn't exactly the best problem to be having, but with all the disaster recently, Spike would have to write it. For Rarity, who finally agreed to hoofing over Sombra to Twilight. Well, hoofing him over somewhat. Celestia still needed to approve of the transfer. Wait a second.

What did he just agree to? Did he just agree to share a house with a evil pony who hated him in the past? The past he just so happened to forget about? He had to do it. Do it for his Rarity. His cru- His best friend.

He brainstormed ideas for the letter as he reproached the library. How did he get here so fast? Time was certainly flying. Spike walked up to the wooden door and slowly twisted the handle. Revealing the regular home inside. Twilight was a princess, so she didn't have to have a job. She wasn't worried about taxes like Rarity was. Spike felt that all of them shouldn't have to deal with taxes, seeing as they were the elements of harmony. Ex-Elements of harmony, that is. Spike walked into the library, shutting the door behind him.

"Twilight? I need some help."

He called out for his Alicorn friend, looking around the shelves for her. Maybe she was out, practicing how to fly with Rainbow Dash. Twilight still hadn't gotten used to flying. A bit disappointing.

"I'm upstairs!"

She shouted from the upper level of the library. Maybe she was studying. She always was studying. Study, study.. More study. Spike usually dared not to bother her study, but this was important. He stomped up the stairs noisily, going up to the second floor of the cluttered tree house. The place was stuffed with books, and it often got a bit musty in here. So constant cleaning was needed. Spike wasn't in the mood to clean today.

"Rarity asked me to write a letter of reconsideration to Celestia."

Spike said as he entered the room. Seeing Twilight was picking out books from the shelves. Mostly history books. Doing some more history study lately. Spike had noticed this. Maybe it was just a passing phase.

"A letter of reconsideration?"

Twilight questioned, looking at Spike with one her eyebrows raised. She hadn't exactly been informed on the entire situation that was going on with Rarity.

"Yeah. She says her special guest is scaring away her customers."

Spike stated, wandering over to one of the drawers that held scrolls. Twilight had about three drawers of scrolls just on the second floor alone. These drawers were etched into the walls; rather convenient.

"Who do you say that her special guest stays with, then? Stay up in Canterlot with the princesses? If that was your idea, then I'm not going to allow it, Spike."

Twilight was rather harsh. Spike had a much worse plan in mind. As he gathered the materials needed to write a letter, he thought of how to explain this to Twilight.

"Pinkie Pie would probably annoy him, Fluttershy would probably be too nice, Applejack is too busy, Rainbow Dash probably would drop him off in a ravine. So who are you going to suggest?"

Twilight asked, as Spike got a slight frown. What was wrong with Fluttershy being too nice to others? Twilight and Fluttershy had a bit of tension between them at the moment, which was understandable, but this was a problem that was beyond a small argument.

"Well, you just sort of listed off everypony else.. But.."

Spike mumbled, his frown deepening as he dropped all the supplies on the floor neatly. Plopping himself down infront of the scroll, he picked up one of the quills he had picked out and started his letter.

"You can't be serious Spike. There is no way we are keeping him here."

Twilight laughed at this like it was a joke. It was most defiantly not a joke. Spike continued his letter, already writing the first sentence.

"For Rarity's sake, just tolerate his existence in the basement for a week while she tries to get some bits."

Spike pleaded, keeping his sight locked on the paper. He would slap some fancy words in there, maybe some cursive on the final words, and maybe Celestia would accept.

"No means no spike."

Twilight was going to get annoyed quickly, so Spike picked up his writing pace. Within a few seconds, Spike was already done. He rolled up the scroll, and grabbed the Royal Mail stamp. Stamping the seal onto the scroll, spike took a deep breath. When he exhaled, a green flame was emitted. Burning the letter within seconds. Twilight had heard the flames burn up the letter. Spike was serious.

"Spike. Did you just send the letter of reconsideration."

Twilight demanded, her eyes showed her fear as she looked at Spike's now empty claws and the used writing tools on the floor.

"Possibly."

Spike shrugged. This was not funny in the slightest to Twilight. She rushed up to spike at full speed. Picking him up as her eyes widened so much it looked like her eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. She shook him violently, making him dizzy rather quickly.

"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!"

Twilight yelled, dropping spike to the floor as she started frantically running around the second floor. She wasn't prepared for this! What if he remembered everything while he was in her possession? What then? What if he broke the ring? What if? What? The worries kept piling up. Everypony was so full of worry. All except the ones who had to take care of the King. The King who shed off negativity and fear anywhere he went.

"Please, Celestia. Do not accept. Don't accept, don't accept.."

Twilight begged as Spike could feel something moving it's way up his throat. He let forth a mighty, flaming burp. Dropping a letter to the floor. Twilight ripped open the letter, unraveling the scroll.

"YES!"

Twilight hoof pumped the air, as Spike snatched the letter from her. Reading it over.

Dear Spike and Princess Twilight Sparkle,

We so humbly decline your offer to transfer King Sombra over to a new place of permanent residence while he is being reformed.

Spike read over the rather short letter with great disappointment. Then he felt another burp climb up his throat. A belch was released, another scroll dropped to the ground. Twilight was busy partying away over there, so Spike decided to read the letter out loud. He ripped open the seal and read over the letters written.

"Though we will make his move to Twilight Sparkle's place of residence temporary, while we find a way to give the Element of Generosity business to sustain her boutique and life.

Yours truly, Princess Celestia."

Spike read out loud. Twilight dropped her dancing and joyful form, down to a much more angry one. Looks like she would be having the special guest over after all. Much to her protest, she was to have him order. Princesses orders. Twilight scowled as she plopped her flank onto the floor.

"Do we have chloroform."

Twilight asked, her face gone from happy to annoyed within a matter of seconds. This was possibly the worst thing ever. She wasn't prepared for this. Not now, not ever. Was this a test by Celestia? To see how far her mercy would go before she lashed out at him? If that was the case, she'd be failing. She didn't have much tolerance for evil ponies, or evil anything really. She didn't take a liking to Sombra, obviously. She'd probably keep him chained up in the basement, alone and in the dark. Much like was when he was first banished. Though he would be asleep for most of the time because Twilight would probably put him to sleep with chloroform whenever she was down there. Spike did not protest against this sort of action. He didn't need to get involved with an insane dark arcane wizard.

"Uh.. I can go get you some."

Spike told her with a smile, wrapping up the two scrolls and wandering over to one of the drawers, which contained every single scroll Celestia had sent her. It was rather stuffed full of the papers. They were rarely sent, and in all of Twilight's studies, she had only ever received twenty or so of them from Celestia directly.

"Where exactly do you get chloroform?"

Spike wondered aloud, as Twilight picked herself up off the ground. She was rather down in the dumps about this new mess she had to take care of for Rarity, but as a good friend, she couldn't complain about it.

"Zecora should have some. Borrow some bits from the jar and buy some from her, please. Before we have to deal with Sombra. I'll go prepare the basement."

Twilight commented as she walked down the stairs with her head down. She was going to be annoyed through the entire time she would be foal sitting Sombra. Spike had jumped onto her back, riding her down the stairs before jumping off at the main floor and making for the door. He sure was one busy baby dragon.

"Oh, can you also get some Poison Joke from her too? I need it for one of my potions."

The talk of potions uplifted Twilight, much like it did whenever she talked about any of her hobbies.

"Sure."

Spike was about to leave, but he had almost forgotten about taking the bits needed to buy the chemicals and plant. He dashed back over to the small wooden table that was located dead center of the room. Jumping up into the table, Spike lifted up the small wooden statue from it's usual spot to reveal a small glass jar, filled to the brim with bits. Unscrewing the top, Spike grabbed a handful of the golden coins like chips from a chip bag before putting the top back on and hiding the jar once more. With that, he was off. With a handful of bits, Twilight estimated Spike would be back in an hour. Just enough time to get the basement set up to hold a monster. A monster in her basement huh? Seems like that was finally going to happen. Back when she was a filly, Shining Armor had convinced Twilight that there was an evil monster in the basement called the Dragonoco. It roared and hummed in the basement, long arms hanging from the ceilings and intertwining with the basement walls. It was really just the heater. Now she was to keep a real monster in her basement. Forced to give it some food and keep it happy as it stayed there. Hopefully this wouldn't take long. She didn't want to keep a vicious monster in her basement, lest it seem like she was planning to take over something by keeping it there. Twilight would deal with it, and hopefully keep it in the dark and quiet. She didn't need any more rumors about her then there already were. Especially not one about keeping a shadowy demon in her basement. She just hoped to get this over with quickly.. Where was Spike?

"What do you need the chloroform for? Could you answer my question before going out the door?"

Zecora had questioned through her thick accent. Counting up all the bits on the table. It was two bits change, so she separated out all the bits she needed off to the right, while handing the change back to Spike, who had held a small leather bag in his hand of the chemicals and plant Zecora had sold him. It didn't feel exactly right to sell chloroform.

"It's for a potion Twilight is making."

Spike answered simply, lying through his teeth with an added smile. Zecora shouldn't have argued back with the dragon, seeing as it was none of her business in the first place. Though, being almost like the prophet of the everfree, she knew almost everything it seemed. She was a rather wise Zebra, and Fluttershy often talked to her whenever she got lonely. Spike had wondered if she ever spoke out of rhyme. She showed no interest in stopping with the using of rhymes, so that probably meant she would rhyme to the end of time.

"There's more in those words, can you tell me what it's for?"

Zecora was a very smart zebra, she could detect a lie fairly easily. She had looked at Spike, who usually had a slight smile on his face when he was lying. She had learned this from being lied to by spike in the past when he rarely stopped by. Zecora peered into his eyes as he looked back with a twitching smile. Spike gave a uneasy chuckle as he scratched the side of his head.

"Twilight only told me what the poison joke was for."

He said, Zecora leaned in to look Spike directly in the eyes. Her simple eyes looking into his with burning determination to get his lie out of the way.

"I only ask to know and help. You don't have to keep your secrets from me."

Zecora didn't rhyme there. Maybe for good reason. He swore he had heard her mumble 'Whelp' underneath her breath. Though that wasn't his main concern right now. Zecora was being incredibly nosy, and that was his main worry at the moment. He could let her know about it.. She was a very knowledgeable pony and could help him with this endeavor. Maybe she could make it so they wouldn't be constantly stressed about their special guest's well being?

"We have a special guest over.. He's eh.. Sorta.."

Spike stuttered, trying to find the right words as Zecora stood back up to full form. Giving spike the breathing room he so needed. His was sweating; cold sweat.

"He's sorta kinda.. A dark arcane unicorn King who's fueled off hatred and fear."

Spike explained to the zebra, who in retaliation stayed calm. Though he had noticed her hooves scuffle slightly as she started walking around her tree hut.

"I see. You do need me."

Zecora commented, looking over into her large metal cauldron that was located in the center of the room. A strange, brown liquid circled inside of it. It smelled rather nice, unlike most things Zecora had in her home. She must've grown used to the smells because all the herbs and spices in here combined into one gigantic, overwhelming smell that could make somepony never able to smell anything again.

"Come to the cauldron, you will see. A darkness, a shadow as wide as can be. This is what you fear, is it not?"

Zecora asked, as the swirling brown liquid showed images of ponyville, covered in unnatural black smoke. Black smoke that would normally come from fires. Spike had climbed up to look inside the cauldron. It was indeed, what he had feared would happen.

"Yeah.."

Spike sighed, looking into the pot which had a strangely crisp image to it. Like he was watching it actually go down.

"I see. Come back to me soon, I may have what you need to destroy your worried doom."

Zecora reassured the purple dragon, as the swirling image disappeared into the brown liquid. It smelled rather tasty, a scent of onions could be caught in the air.

"What is this stuff?"

Spike questioned.

"Soup."

Zecora retaliated back with a chuckle.

Spike had said his goodbyes and left the abode of the Zebra. He reentered the Everfree forest, looking around at the trees. He had gotten to Zecora's rather easily. Mainly because Zecora had put arrows to get to her home on the trees. All he needed to do was follow the arrows, go through the deadly forest, appear on the other side, go back into ponyville, and give the stuff to Twilight.

SNAP.

Spike booked it down the path he had taken. A stick had snapped near him, making him startled as he ran through the forest at full speed. Taking all the correct turns as he rushed past trees and bushes that he thought he saw had eyes popping out of them in the corner of his eye. Gripping the bag tightly, Spike emerged from the forest, right next to Fluttershy's home. Which he promptly turned around and laughed at the forest for scaring him. He would never know that he had snapped the stick in the first place.

"You'll never scare me again! I promise you that!"

He shouted at the darkly colored plants before leaving the edges of the forest and the outer rim of Fluttershy's lawn. Holding the bag victoriously in the air with a proud chest. Proof he had braved the everfree twice, and was carrying poison joke without being changed in any way. Yet, at least. He walked like a soldier, sticking out his chest as he walked down the path to ponyville. This was going to take a while.

After about two hours or so, Spike had finally reached the library with his extremely slow pace. He opened the door slowly, still victoriously holding out the bag as the wooden door was opened. Twilight would be downstairs. Without hesitation, Spike closed the door with his tail. Slamming it accidentally. Though, spike was a bit too proud of his actions to care. He stomped down the stairs to go to the basement. He had stomped down rather loudly, and these stairs weren't exactly the most stable. Making an extremely loud crack on each stair he smashed his foot down onto. He found his way to the basement door, the light from the basement filtering out through the crack underneath the door. With a turn of the basement's door knob, Spike was into Twilight's lab. Where she sat, fiddling with potions. The door to the basement sat at the top of another set of stairs, which lead down to the main part of the basement. A round, large, scientist's lair.

"I got the stuff."

Spike said with a triumphant grin. He was grabbed from the door frame and brought down to the main part of the basement, next to Twilight. She had just spared him from more walking. What a nice pony. She looked rather focused on two individual test tubes. The liquids inside both looked rather lumpy, with pieces of something sticking out from the liquid parts. It almost made spike gag by the color the mush was. It was a raw tan. Like uncooked chicken.

Not like he would know what that would look like.

He held back his lunch from launching as he placed the leather bag down on the wooden table all the test tubes were on. Twilight quickly stopped what she was doing and ripped open the bag with her magic. Exposing the blue flower that spike was asked to get, as well as a small pure white bottle that was filled with the sleeping chemical. The bottle had no label; but Twilight could tell that it was the chemical she needed. Twilight grabbed the magical flower with her magic, and slowly tore it apart. The blue flower was soon no more, as tiny pieces were dropped to the floor. The pieces turned gray, and blended into the stone floor. The pieces she still had left were completely healthy and blue. Unscrewing one of the caps of the lumpy liquid filled test tubes, stuffing the blue pieces into the unnatural, green colored liquid. She then put the cap back on, wiping her brow. Like she was being timed. The green suddenly fizzed and bubbled, much to Twilight's joy. The liquid fizzed and foamed as the green color was shed to reveal a deep sea blue. Twilight smiled as she looked at the potion with pride.

"What does that potion do?"

Spike poked the glass of the test tube in curiosity, in which Twilight promptly removed his grubby hands from the glass.

"It's an invisibility potion. I've been working on it since last month."

Twilight levitated the potion up to her face with glee. Staring at the successful potion's new colors.

"Does it taste like blue berries?"

A sudden, cheerful pink mare popped into the basement, appearing behind Twilight. Spike was rather jumped by this sudden appearance, and he flinched as he heard her voice. It was Pinkie Pie; the party pony. She was known for popping up out of nowhere and her fantastic parties. Twilight was used to this by now, so she wasn't surprised by Pinkie's sudden arrival in her basement.

"I don't think so."

Twilight confirmed, looking at the pink, puffy maned mare.

"You know, should you be reforming King Sombrero right now? Oh wait! That's Rarity's job."

Pinkie Pie realized, tapping the bottle of chloroform with her muzzle. She was a awfully curious mare, so Twilight's library would be the gold mine of discovery for her.

"It'll be my job for a week or so."

Twilight informed Pinkie in which, she gasped with delight.

"Can I help?!"

She shouted. Knowing that Pinkie was Sombra's total opposite with her happy, and loving attitude, Twilight thought that Pinkie helping her with 'King Sombrero' would not be the best idea.

"I'm rather fine with keeping him here on my own, thank you, Pinkie."

Twilight denied calmly, swooshing the blue potion in the air slowly as Pinkie still eyed the container of chloroform. Her happy expression stayed as Twilight denied her access to see the monster.

"I was thinking of throwing him a-"

Pinkie started. "A party? He doesn't deserve a welcome to ponyville party."

Twilight hissed, as Pinkie's ears flicked at Twilight's sudden rudeness. Though she give her friend the benefit of the doubt. Right now Pinkie was doubting Twilight's intentions.

"Okie Dokie Lokie."

Pinkie submitted to Twilight's smarts. He didn't exactly deserve the party, did he? Well, if Twilight didn't let her then that means she probably shouldn't do it.

"Oh, Pinkie-"

Twilight turned to face the Pink mare. The space in which she previously occupied was empty. Pinkie was gone. Off to who knows where. Twilight gave a relieved sigh. Pinkie could be a bit of a nuisance whenever she was in Twilight's lab. Constantly poking around at all her potions, even drinking some without permission. Though, since she was Pinkie's friend, she'd always make up with it with a week's supply of baked goods.

"When do we put Sombrero in here?"

Spike had found a nickname for Sombra, courtesy of Pinkie Pie. How quaint.

"Whenever Rarity is ready."