Crossing Worlds

"I wonder where everybody is." Spike said as he and Twilight walked in the now ghost town-like town of Peopleville. The sun was high up in the sky, making it seem as if it was the afternoon, but nobody was out and about. No lights on. No voices. Nothing.

"I, honestly, don't care where they are," Twilight replied. "As long as they don't see us like this."

"Aw, cone on, Twi," Spike said. "It's really not that bad."

"Yes it is! Messing up.... uh, something and turning her and her assistant into different creatures is very, very bad for a princess! Especially if someone finds out!"

"Wait. How do you know that you did it?"

"I don't. I'm just assuming that I did."

"Well, you know what they say about assuming. It makes an a-"

I'm familiar with the term, Spike!"

"Okay...Jeez..."

The two continued to head to Zecora's in silence. That is, until Twilight's stomach growled, causing the pony to blush in embarrassment.

"Heh, sounds like somebody's pretty hungry." Spike commented, an amused plastered on his face.

"Yes, Spike, I know that," Twilight said, annoyed. "Now, let's just keep going and-"

"Hey! There's Sugarcube Corner!" Spike interrupted. "We can get you something to eat there!"

Twilight let out a low growl in frustration and rubbed her forehead with a hoof. Then, she put on the biggest smile she could possibly make, turned to her brother, and spoke through her teeth.

"Spike, remember what I said about it being bad for a princess and her assistant to be seen like this?"

"Yeah?"

"Well then, we would be seen in Sugarcube Corner, and therefore, it would be very bad!"

"But, nobody's out," Spike said, holding his claws up in defense. "And it looks like nobody's in there. So, we could whip up something by ourselves."

Twilight shook her head and sighed. "Fine. But, I have a bad feeling about this, Spike."

Spike chuckled and grabbed the girl's fore hoof, dragging her to the bakery. "You always have bad feelings about things."

"I do not," The lavender unicorn retorted. "And when I do, I'm mostly right!"

"Yeah, yeah."

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The quaint little bakery was dark, with little streaks of sunlight pouring out partly open curtains. Rows of delicious treats were lined up behinds the counters. It seemed as if people were still working there, but it looked as if it was abandoned. Nobody seemed to be anywhere.

"See?" Spike said. "Nobody's-"

"Oh? Hello?" A voice called.

Spike immediately gripped one of Twilight's forelegs, his claws sinking into her skin. He trembled in fear and shock, for who knows what somebody might do when they find a magical horse and a baby dragon in a seemingly closed store? Twilight froze up, and barely felt Spike's claws tearing into her flesh, for she was far too scared. Her brain flashed images of dethroning, banishment, and...Magic Kindergarten.

A blue face poked above the counter, huge pink eyes filled up almost all of it's face, and pink frosting-like hair sat atop it's head. It smiled, showing a set of pearly white teeth.

"Oh, hello, Twilight..." Then it's face formed into one of confusion. And something about it's voice felt familiar to Twilight. "And...Dragon?"

It walked out for behind the counter, revealing it's large, heavy, and bulky body. "What are you doing here so earl-"

The creature was interrupted by Spike's scream of terror. Spike then scrambled to grab two straws conveniently left on one of the many trash-strewn tables. He formed the straws into the shape of a cross. "Back! Back, Demon-Beast!" Spike shouted, trying to defend himself. "Back!"

The creature was extremely confused. "Twilight, can you please tell me what's going on?" So familiar.

Then it hit her. "Mrs. Cake." Twilight deadpanned.

"Yes?" Mrs. Cake answered, not knowing that it wasn't a question. Twilight, however, didn't answer. She couldn't find her voice. She didn't know what to do. She was too shocked, too confused, too utterly stunned at the entire situation. So, she looked up at the baker and gave her a pleading look.

"Mrs. Cake!?" Spike shouted, letting the straws fall to the floor. "What happened to you!?"

The blue baker took a few steps back from the odd duo, chuckling nervously. "Um, Twilight, can you please tell me what's going on here?"

"What's going on here is that you somehow turned into a pony, too!" Spike answered for his sister, then turned to said sister. "Twilight, what in Homosapia did you do!?"

She didn't answer.

"Should...Should I just go?" Mrs. Cake asked nervously, pointing into the kitchen behind her with a hoof.

"No, no, no, no, no!" Spike said, waving his claws around hysterically. These actions made Cup Cake take a few more steps back, shifting her eyes between Twilight and the baby dragon.

"I believe Spike is wondering how you turned into a pony, too." Twilight chimed in monotonously.

"Turned into...?" Mrs. Cake trailed off, confused. "Twilight, I've always been a pony!"

"That's not true!" Shouted Spike.

"Oh, and how would you know?" Cup Cake asked.

"We both saw you last weekend! We were getting treats ready for Fluttershy's birthday!"

"I've never seen you before in my life." Mrs. Cake said. "And who in Equestria is Fluttershy!?"

Spike stammered out a response. He was angry and confused and was on the verge of tears. What on Earth was wrong with Mrs. Cake!? She denied she was a human, didn't know who he or Fluttershy was. What was going on?

"Can we see Pinkie Pie, please?" Twilight asked, in the same monotone voice as before.

"Who?"

"Pinkie Pie." Twilight repeated, a little bit more sternly.

"Who's that?"

"WHAT!? Cough!" Twilight yelled as she leaped onto all fours.

"I honestly don't know who that-"

"Pinkie Pie! Cough! Your employee, your baker! Cough! The girl who throws parties and cough! makes everyone happy! She's practically your DAUGHTER Cough! and the older sister of your children! And you say you don't know her!? Cough!"

"...Yes...?"

Twilight stomped her hooves angrily. She turned around and made her way to the door noisily. "Come on, Spike!" She called over her shoulder. "We're leaving! Cough!"

Spike ran to join his companion.

"Wait! Twilight!" Mrs. Cake called, stopping Twilight at the door and causing Spike to slam right into her flank.

Twilight looked over her shoulder to the blue horse, her face etched with hope. "Yes?"

"The cough sounds awful, would you like some honey?" The blue baker offered. "Or maybe some tea?"

Twilight growled in response and stomped out of the bakery, Spike following her dizzily out into the street.

Mrs. Cake sighed, shaking her head. She turned to look at the wall clock, which showed it was 6 O' clock. A.M., of course. Hopefully, the breakfast rush would take her mind off of the strange meeting. She hoped.

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Gargle.

"Y'know, if you're still hungry, we could try some place else." Spike offered.

"No, that was disaster enough." Twilight grumbled, her head down and her shoulders slouched as she shambled down the street. Spike reached up and patted her back trying to show her comfort.

"Come on, Twi." Spike said. "I don't want you to suffer."

"I'm not suffering, Spike. I'm feeling slightly uncomfortable."

"Well, it's the same thing, right? You're being put through something bad, like your uncomfortableness."

"'Uncomfortableness' isn't even a word."

Spike through his arms up, exasperated. "Well...Well...I'm, um, still right, aren't I!? You're suffering through that uncomfortable feeling."

"I'll deal with it, Spike."

"Please for me? We don't even have to go to a store!" Spike said. "We can, uh, go to a certain animal expert we know."

"Fluttershy?"

"No. Mane Goodall."

Nobody likes sarcasm, Spike."

"You sure seem to..." Spike mumbled under his breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing!" Spike answered a bit too quickly. "Anyways, can we please go to Fluttershy's? I don't like seeing you hurt, or in slight discomfort. Plus, we might figure out more about what's happening."

Twilight raised her hoof to her face in thought, quickly mastering the three-legged walk. Somehow. "Fine. But, I hope it's worth it."

"Yes!" Spike cheered as he quickened his pace to their new destination.