Hands

The following day: 14:56

Spike was running to get to his destination. He wasn't very excited about it, he just wanted to get it over with. Lyra...scared Spike. Her love for these things called 'humans,' obsessing over hands, and...those eyes. Her eyes are what scared Spike the most. The way they glimmered less than other ponies' eyes. Her eyes almost had an evil trait to them. She doesn't seem to blink, ever. Oh well. As soon as he got to Lyra's house, he noticed she was standing in the doorway, looking at him.

"Hiya, Spike! You made it! I was kinda worried that you wouldn't come. I mean, last night, you didn't sound too enthusiastic about this whole thing, but I'm soooo glad you made it!" Lyra rejoiced, as she bounced about. "Come in!" She gestured towards the door.

"Sure, uh, thanks." Spike responded nervously, as he walked in the door, Lyra following him in. Everything was all set up for Spike's arrival. A neat table with two chairs arranged with steaming hay cakes on a plate with a fork and knife, accompanied by two glasses of apple juice.

"You like it?" Lyra asked.

"Yeah. It's really nice, thanks for having me over, Lyra." Spike replied. He was actually starting to like this. Lyra showed Spike to a seat, and then sat herself down in the other chair.

"Have some hay cakes! I made them myself before you came over. I made the juice, too." Lyra enthusiastically urged Spike to eat. Lyra winked at him.

"I love apple juice! Thanks, Lyra" Spike and Lyra started to eat their cakes and drink their juice. They casually chatted over their afternoon meal.

"How do you make such good hay cakes?" Spike asked.

"Oh, I get all my ingredients from a little farm Bon Bon's parents own out in the country. They grow everything you could imagine! And they have quite a few animals, too." Lyra answered. "And with the apple juice, I get my apples from Applejack. I've had lots of experi-" Spike's hearing went fuzzy.

"Lyra? I-I don't feel so good..."

"You can lay down on the couch if you want." Lyra helped Spike to the couch and laid him down on it. Spike felt very dizzy now. As soon as his head touched one of the pillows on the couch, Spike was out cold. As soon as Spike's eyes were closed, Lyra's friendly and welcoming expression turned into an evil grin. (CHAPTER UNFINISHED)