Magic Mishaps

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‘You know what, I’m just going to name him Storm Scroll’

Trondason wrote it down, handed the paper to the receptionist, and turned to leave the hospital. “God, I hope that was believable.” He mumbled as he turned to walk through the the hospital’s double doors. Before he was able to leave, the doctor intercepted him. “I almost forgot, the mare who saved your life, Applejack, lives on the farm on the edge of town. She wants to talk to you sometime if thats okay.” She said.

“Alright, I will make sure to pay her a visit.” Trondason replied. The doctor nodded, turned away, and disappeared inside a nearby door. As she disappeared, Trondason just continued on his way.

The first thing on his agenda was to find a library of some sort. Considering the town had only one library that he was aware of, the tree shaped building was what he was looking for. He didn’t really want to go in there, due to who lives there, but he wanted answers. He just knew that things might get pretty weird. Trondason could only hope that today wasn’t that day.

Unless things were completely incorrect, the library should be next to town hall, or at least somewhere near it. Actually, a giant tree shouldn’t be that hard to miss, anyway. All he had to do was look up. Then again, if its surrounded by other tall buildings (like the Town Hall, and Rarity’s Boutique), then it would be rather hard to see. Hopefully that isn’t the case. If he needed directions, Pinkie pie should be around here sometime.

Trondason looked from both sides, up, and even under his hooves. He knew that Pinkie could be anywhere, and everywhere is suspect to her presence. This time however, she didn’t seem to be popping out from anywhere, so he was alone for the time being. ‘Left or right?’

He looked to the left, and saw that the town seemed to end right there. ‘Right, it is.’ He thought, as he turned that way and began his search.

---Dont mind me, boys and girls! I’m just a line break!---

Trondason had found the library after he circled the same building seven times. In his defense, that building was trippy as hell, and the road around it made it seem like a straight line. He wasn’t really sure what was happening with his sense of direction right there, but nopony judged him. In fact, somebody (or pony… Bleh) came out of that house, and offered him directions. “Don’t worry, son.” the stranger had said. “Everypony that has ever passed this house has had the same problem. You must be new.” He chuckled to himself. “Beware the pink pony, son.” Although he knew what the old pony was saying, Trondason was less sure that he would like the inevitable confrontation with Pinkie Pie.

Trondason asked the old pony for directions to the library, and he pointed down the way while saying “Keep going that way, and after walking through the second intersection, take a left.”

The library felt off to him, like it was looking at him. He wasn’t sure what to think other than the slightly growing urge to turn away. Steeling his nerves, he walked up to the door and…

Paused before the door.

He wasn’t sure what to do at this point!

This library was also a house, and the librarian lived here! Should he knock, or should he just walk in? On one hand, its the library, and you don’t knock on public buildings. On the other, Twilight lives here, and this is her home, you don’t just walk in on people’s homes! So, to knock or not to knock, that is the question.

Knocking is the safer option. That way Trondason would just look foolish, instead of possibly intruding.

He raised his hoof, looked at the door, and knocked on it. He instantly regretting doing do, as he heard a crash somewhere from inside. Several muffled swears later, and the tumbler called out “I got it.” Trondason felt bad for whatever happened inside right then and there.

The door swung open, but nobody was even there. He thought Twilight used magic to open the door, and he called out into the library. “Hello?”

“Down here.” A not so amused voice called out.

Trondason would recognize that voice anywhere.

He looked down, and right there was the purple infantile dragon whose age was unknown. Spike; the little guy who is Twilight’s servant assistant. Wait… This whole situation made Trondason feel worse because he completely forgot about Spike. “Oh, uh, sorry man.” He said to the small dragon.

“It’s no big deal. Happens a lot around here, actually. You new in town? I’ve never seen you before.” Spike said.

“Yeah, you can say that.” Trondason answered.

“Oh.” Spike leaned in close, using his hand to hide his mouth. Trondason was kinda mad about this, Spike having thumbs and all. Then again, a horn is a better trade, although he can’t flex his thumbs anymore. Unless… “When you meet a mare named Pinkie Pie, and believe me you will, just don’t question it.” He whispered. After all that was done with, Spike leaned back to his original position, and asked; “So you looking for a book?”

“Trondason’s ears perked up, a display that frightened the hell out of him for a moment. He had nearly forgot why he was there in the first place. “Yes, I need a book about magic spells. You have any here?” Spike let a smile upon his face. Upon seeing this, Trondason thought about how Spike was Black-light’s favorite character. Then he thought about what Black-light would do upon meeting Spike in person.

“Oh, you’re in for it now.” Spike muttered.

“What was that?” Trondason asked.

“Nothing.” Spike replied.

Trondason knew it was something. Oh, he knew alright. He just didn’t know what exactly Spike was talking about. Little did he know, it would be coming his way very soon.

“Wait right here, and Ill get somepony who would help you with just that.” Spike said before dashing up some stairs. Trondason did as instructed, and waited here. To be precise, he waited on a nearby couch (the one with a ‘sit here’ sign on it), and picked up a book that was right next to it.

Starswirl The Bearded

A Pony So Great That Even the Word ‘The’ Is Capitalized In His Name

“Hmm. Interesting.” He said aloud. This book would definitely come in handy sometime. Yep, history is a perfectly good thing to get immersed in. “Ole Starswirl had a bit of an ego.”

“He’s down here, Twi.” Trondason faintly heard Spike’s voice say. “No, I don’t know his name.” He paused again. “Um… I don’t know.” He said again. “No, I’m not asking him that! Just go down there and ask him yourself, if you wanna be weird like that.” Trondason could faintly hear mumbles of some sort from upstairs. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Spike said.

Spike continued down the stairs, peeked his little scaly head down, looked at Trondason like a smug bastard, and called out “Hey, she’ll be down in a minute. Just wait for a minute or two.” The smug bastard just smirked and disappeared once again behind the stairs. Moments later, Trondason heard crashes and tumbling come up from up the stairs, and soon he saw who tumbled.

Twilight Sparkle.

Yep, the ol lavender unicorn with the purple mane and pink stripe. She has had a few mental breakdowns, and the conversation he supposed she had with Spike was incomplete and unable to comprehend. She could be going through a mental breakdown right now! Oh, He really hoped this wasn’t that day. The thought was capable of diagnosing Trondason with a serious case of shivers. “Ow.” She moaned.

Trondason rushed over and helped her up, as Spike called down “What happened to you? Are you okay?” to her. Of course, if she had been a normal horse, she would have a broken leg, and Trondason would have to put her down.

Because normal horses can’t heal broken legs, or at least keep still long enough to regenerate.

“You alright?” He said. Twilight groaned and rubbed her head with a hoof. He wasn’t sure how much help that would be, since hooves are hard and blocky, not soft. She could even be damaging herself even more. Though, probably not. She has had her body for her whole life, and probably knows better than to cudgel herself with her hooves.

She shook her head for a bit, not really helpful, but she did it anyway. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just fell down the stairs is all…” She said.

“What happened?” He said. She looked at him like he was a zombie (believe him, he knows that look), so he quickly added “I mean, what made you fall down the stairs? You trip?” He asked. She quickly let up that scrutinizing glare, and looked back to the steps. She was obviously looking for something, likely a splinter in the wood, but she found none.

“I don’t know, actually.” She said, bringing a hoof to her chin and scrunching her face a bit. Trondason wouldn’t have put it past Spike, and just assumed he pushed her. He was acting kinda devious when he first (officially) met him. Trondason wasn’t sure what differences this world would bring. First a weird Spike, then a cannibal Fluttershy and a sexually active Celestia!

Maybe.

“Interesting…” he trailed off. Twilight got up and walked over to a shelf. “Um.. You have any books on magic I could see? I am suddenly interested on the subject.” Trondason said. Twilight twitched ever so slightly. Her body went stiff, and she didn’t make a sound. Trondason could barely tell her head was moving until he could see half her face. He felt like running away as fast as he could, but when he blinked, she was already in front of him with the largest, creepiest, most unnatural smile he had ever seen.

He instantly regretted coming here.