Bloody 'Ell!

by Pony With A Hat

Rating: teen
Tags: Random, Comedy
Length: 963

Twilight's latest spell takes a turn for the worst! It seems her nationality changed!

Twilight's latest spell takes a turn for the worst! It seems her nationality changed!

Additional Tags
-Mild Language
-Overly Stereotypical
-British
-Crumpets Scratch that, no crumpets
-Tea

Author Notes
Not one of my best ones, but eh. I'll give it a shot. To all though who tend to complain about stories that have no real plot, well…. you might want to turn away because this story doesn't have that real of a plot.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-09-17 01:30:03 UTC

dun rekt it!

Twilight sat at her desk on the second floor of the library in Ponyville. She wrote down symbol after symbol vigorously. Her last amount of spells failed horribly, tainting her with awkward effects. Most mundane, others more appalling. She finished writing the last symbol and put her quill down and sighed. She was thankful none of the effects that took part on her were fatal in anyway although she didn't really appreciate smelling like rotting flesh for three hours. She let out another sigh, this one tinted with nervousness and impatience. As her horn began to glow it's natural violet, Spike walked in calling after her.

"Twilight! There you are! Look, I finished it!" He exclaimed rather excitedly, showing her a rather tall jewel cake placed neatly on a tray laying on his arms. "Want to try some?!" He asked.

Twilight shook her head. "It's tempting, but I need to get down to testing this spell before I do so." She told him with a smile.

Spike nodded, too busy eating a few topaz gems off of the cake before marching back downstairs of the library. Twilight watched him until she couldn't anymore. Turning back to her scroll embedded with magic and the fresh smell of ink, she focused her energy once more and read off the written effects mentally. She felt her head explode in pain as a migraine surged through her skull. She shook it off, due to it being temporary and continued. Only moments later, another migraine assaulted her, this time with a lot more force than the previous one, rendering her unconscious.

She woke up to a confused and scared dragon "Twilight! Wake up, this isn't funny!" He cried.

She shook her head and sat up, realizing by how stiff she felt, she must have passed out on the floor and laid there for at least an hour. "Yeah, yeah, I'm awake." She said rather groggily.

Spike stood there confused and.... holding back laughter. "T-Twilight, what happened to your voice." He asked, doing a mediocre job containing it.

"What the devil do you mean?" She asked, this time actually catching it. Twilight now had a sort of light southern welsh accent. Twilight covered her maw and stared at Spike, now rolling around on the ground bawling in laughter.

Twilight scowled at her assistant before having an idea. "Hey Spike!" She called.

He looked up at her, wheezing a little. "e-yes?"

"Since you think it's so funny, you get to go get the girls!" She called out, her newly acclaimed accent slowly driving a nail in her patience.

He immediately stopped laughing and groaned. "but Twilight..." He complained

"Now, Spike!" She demanded.

He immediately regretted his amusement and trudged out the door. Twilight let out a sigh and sat down at the table in the middle of the second floor. She suddenly had a strange craving for tea. Green tea to be exact, she shot up and trotted over to the kitchen in search for some tea bags and her kettle that was rarely used until she apparently turned Welsh. She found the kettle, but alas, not a single tea bag to speak of. She grunted and glanced at the door. Should she leave? No, her friends will be here to help her out momentarily.

She walked over to her bed and sat down. The atmosphere of the general area falling into a depressed and lonely mood. She stared at the clock, and watched as 10:13 am turned into 11:15 am with a chuckling Rainbow Dash with a marker looming over her. She shot up and glanced around the room. Her friends, including Spike, filled the room. Their awkward expressions told her that Rainbow Dash, with a devious glare, did something that would cause her friends faces to contort.

She ran into the bathroom, her jaw dropped. She had mustache and goatee combo crudely drawn on her face. She was wearing a rather elegant top hat with a rose red bow tie. She immediately assumed Rarity did it, and how the mare did it without waking her still remains a mystery. She walked outside and glared occasionally at Rainbow Dash and Rarity.

"Seriously? Bloody hell! I asked you guys to come over to help me get rid of this, not make it worse!" She cried.

Their faces went from jovial to addled. Apple Jack spoke up "Er, Twi? Spike told us he wanted to play a prank on you, not help you. Speakin' of which, what's with yer voice?" She asked.

That's right, she nearly forgot. "Oh... um.... I messed up on a spell." She explained. She shot an deadly glance at Spike, causing him to cringe a bit. "Well, we're going to have to deal with this.... help me look for a cure or something"

They all nodded, though Rainbow and Spike still laughed quietly. They flipped through books, books, and even more books trying to find what they hoped would be a sort of cure or something that would counteract the affects of this nationality-changing spell.

After hours of searching, Twilight called every pony to gather around her.

"Listen girls, I think we should just give up. We're not finding a damn thing and I'm certain it'll wear out." She told them, declaring defeat.

She was just about to turn around when she noticed something. Pinkie was missing. "Wait where is-" Twilight was cut off by a pink mare who shot up out of a pile of books.

"FOUND IT" She squealed, throwing down a sort of scroll case. The case exploded, causing a coughing fit to erupt.

When the dust settled, the group of ponies glanced around silently, feeling a bit sick to their stomachs. Rainbow Dash was the first to speak.

"Blimey!"