My little Derpy: a My Little Dashie spinoff

I walked to golden oaks library to borrow a Daring Do book from Twilight.

I barely got to knock on the door when I was pulled inside.

“Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap!”

I was knocked out cold, and when I woke up, I was tied to a chair, a rag covering my mouth.

I saw the weirdest thing then. It was Twilight. She had me pinned down,  using her magic to hold a quill and paper in the air.

And her face… her face… it was twisted into a wicked smile, her mane unkempt and bags under her eyes.

She put her face close to mine. “Tell me, Autora,” she then forced the quill into my mouth and the paper into my hoof, “What did we learn about friendship?”

She must have missed a lesson again.

But how did she know my new name? It’s not rational.

“Please,” I said through the quill clenched in my teeth, “I only just got to Ponyville, what do I know?”

She looked at me sideways. “What do you mean?” she continued to stare at me. “You’ve been here for ages.”

There was a knock at the door.

“Twilight?” I knew that voice, it was Dinky!

I spit out the quill. “HELP!”

Dinky heard me and smashed into the door, knocking it off it’s hinges. “Dad?”

That’s Derpy, act first, think later.

The saw me and flew into twilight, knocking her off of me

“Thank you,” I said, then flew out the door, Dinky by my side.