Comic Relief - The Sequel

Spike hadn’t been his best lately, especially ever since he heard news that a new pony was going to be taking over for Twilight; Cherry Blossom.

She was new to Ponyville, and apparently had been a Manehatten librarian before she moved to the country.

Spike had three days left of being in charge of the library before he went back to being an assistant for a pony, and the worst part was that this pony wasn’t Twilight.

Of course, he needed the help. Running a whole library with only two claws wasn’t the easiest thing in Equestria.

He stood on the latter in the library which leaned against a bookshelf of books, searching for a book titled ‘How to be a Great Marefriend’ For Sweetie Belle who awaited beneath him.

“How’s this one, S. ‘Belle?” he asked, waving the book in the air from up high.

She took a look at the book, “Who’s the author?”

“Jerome D.,” he responded, his feet almost slipping from the latter, luckily he gained balance once again before he fell.

“A colt? Really? Listen, Spike, I am not going to take dating advice from a colt!” Sweetie Belle’s sudden outburst frightened Spike, and he quickly shoved the book back into place and then began searching for a book by a female author.

“How about this one?” he said, anxiously waving a book titled ‘Colts, Dates, and Other Things’ by Heather R.

Sweetie Belle shook her head, “Yes, I guess that will do.”

Spike sighed with relief, then began to walk his way down the latter.

“I heard that the library was getting a replacement for Twilight,” Sweetie Belle’s eyes widened as Spike handed her the book with his left claw. “Spike, what is that?” she asked, pointing at a small cut on his arm.

“Oh, I uh...it’s a um...paper cut. Yeah, I was getting a book for Lyra Heartstrings and accidentally got a paper cut, nothing to worry about.” Spike grinned sheepishly, then tucked his arm back behind his back.

“Oh, okay.” The mare smiled, then picked up the book with her magic and began to walk back home.

“That was a close one..”

Just after the door closed, it opened again, drawing Spike’s attention.

He peaked over to the doorway, and saw a tall mare with a light pink mane and a darker pink coat.

“Uh, can I help you?” he asked, walking towards the doorway.

“And, who are you? The library’s pet?” she scoffed, then walked into the room that Sweetie Belle had been in just a few minutes ago. “I work here now.” she said, her  sea-blue eyes threw daggers at Spike.

She turned towards Spike, “Really, what are you doing here?”

“I...I work here..” he stuttered, slowly walking backwards.

“Puh-lease!” she laughed, “Babies don’t have jobs. Where’s your mommy?”

Spike growled at her rude words, “I am not a baby, I am fifthteen years old!” he then looked down to the ground and rubbed his shoulder with his opposite hand, “And… I don’t know where my mom is, but that doesn’t matter.”

Cherry Blossom continued to laugh, “Okay, just don’t get in my way. I came here to get paid, not to babysit a child!”

Spike felt tears swell up in his eyes, Cherry Blossom took sight of this and said, “Oh, suck it up, crybaby.” she said, her pink tail smacking him in the face and leaving a scar on his cheek.

Spike had had enough of this and ran upstairs into his room.

He slammed the door shut, and the lock went click as he locked it to ensure that Cherry Blossom wouldn’t walk in on him.

He walked over to his dresser and rapidly searched for two items;

A button, and a blade.

Once he had found both of the objects, he brought them over to his bed and layed them out in front of him.

His eyes switched back and forth between the button and the blade, deciding.

Once he had made his decision, he moved the button aside and picked up the blade.

He held the blade in the palm of his claw for a moment, having second-thoughts.

“No,” he said to himself. “I….. why am I doing this to myself?”

He sighed, then closed his eyes to think for a moment.

This isn’t me.

I wouldn’t be doing this to myself.

What would Twilight think of me?

She probably doesn’t care..

I’m all alone.

He opened his eyes, hoping to be in his little bed basket with Twilight sleeping in her bed.

But instead, he was alone, in Twilight’s old bed, on the brink of self-harm.

..Well, more self-harm that he had already done.

He stared at the blade for a few more minutes, hoping for something to happen.

He heard a knock coming from the outside, and quickly put the blade and button under his pillow before answering it.

He opened the door, “Yeah?”

Cherry Blossom pushed him over onto the ground, “Is this where I sleep?”

Spike had landed on his arm, and clutched it tightly to his chest in pain.

“What’s wrong, crybaby? Get a little boo-boo?” Cherry Blossom teased, laughing maniacally.

Spike ignored the pain in his arm and yelled, “I am not a crybaby!”

Cherry Blossom laughed again, then pushed him over with a hoof, causing him to stumble backwards.

She caught sight of the scars and cuts on his arm, “Cutting, eh? Oh, I knew you were pathetic.”

She walked over to him and poked at the cuts, “Fresh? When’d you do these? This morning? Ten minutes ago?” Spike whimpered in pain as her hoof touched his tender skin. “Oh, so this is what you did when you came in here?”

“S-stop it, j-jerk..” he muttered, kicking his legs at her.

“Moi, jerk?” she asked, pulling off the most innocent face she possibly could.

She picked the dragon up by the scales on his head, then walked over to the bed and dropped him onto the bed.

“Now, where do I sleep?”

Spike grunted, “The guest bedroom, two doors to the left.”

Cherry Blossom nodded, then exited the room.

Spike sighed in relief, happy that the pony was gone.

He then crawled back over to the pillow and lifted it up, revealing the blade and the button.

This time, he chose the button.

“Oh Luna, I hope this works..” he said, eyeing the center of the device.