Bro Code

by StrawBeryl

Rating: everyone
Tags: Comedy, Adventure
Length: 1344

Story centered around Button Mash and Spike, just a little bit of friendship. First story I made, so be gentle? Meh.

Story centered around Button Mash and Spike, just a little bit of friendship. First story I made, so be gentle? Meh.

Also, I'm not entirely sure where this story could even end up going. This could either be really good or really bad, help me make it good. ^^

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-10-11 22:45:51 UTC

Chapter 1

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It was a fairly eventful afternoon in Ponyville as a colt with a brown coat and wearing a propeller beanie was carrying a backpack, slightly bigger than the one recommended for school. He was bringing over a board game to visit his friend, Spike. The colt in question was Button Mash, known as the resident gamer to Ponyville whereas in private, his mother was even more of an addict than he himself.

Thinking about his dragon friend only made Button snicker a little bit in the ironic title of choice he brought over in the first place: The Equestrian Dungeon & Dragons. He wasn’t entirely sure how his friend would react in the first place, but Button knew that Spike would not take things too literal.

Making his way to Golden Oaks Library, Button was not sure who would answer the door, would it be Spike or would it be Twilight. He hoped it was the former of the two, he got along more with Spike than he did with Twilight, a thought that made his mind wander back as to what happened to cause the tense acquaintanceship between the two ponies in the first place.

(Flashback, Golden Oaks Library, 2 months prior to today)

Button was grumbling as he made his way to the library, he had to pick up a book to read in class for the start of summer reading, but he was not exactly sure what he could get into that had nothing to do with sci-fi, a topic Cheerilee had insisted that he does not read over summer.

Opening the door to the library and poking his head through the door, he smiled at Twilight and made his way over to her to ask a question on any ‘good reads’ she might have available for a simple assignment.

“Hmm...” The studious mare had thought to herself for a moment before wandering off and about the library to examine a section of non-fiction titles, leaving the colt by himself over near the doorway...which was a mistake.

Button had taken out a juice pouch from his backpack and started to sip on it while looking at the open book that Twilight had left as such. While he was looking at the book, his mind was trying to make heads and tails from all the weird looking symbols decorating the cover.

So wrapped up in his concentration, he vaguely heard Twilight calling out his name to say that she had found a book, and when he opened his mouth to reply, the juice pouch fell out of his mouth and onto the book, soaking the pages in apple juice, much to his horror.

He whistled a little tune to himself and closed the book as quickly and quietly as he could, making his way over to Twilight with the juice pouch clenched in his teeth again.

After checking out the book Twilight had recommended for him, he left as fast as his little hooves could take him, ignoring the scream of shock from the mare as he made his get-away.

Now that he thought about it, it probably wasn’t a good idea to be drinking apple juice in the library in the first place, but what’s done is done, and what Twilight doesn’t know won’t hurt her...or him by default, right?

Button got out of memory lane as he found himself right in front of the library’s grand door, knocking on it and hoping Spike would be the one answering, praying that Celestia would have mercy on him.

He didn’t wait too long for an answer, but that was after the loud, crashing sound of something heavy falling over rocked the ground floor of the library to begin with, causing the colt to wince.

His friend Spike was the one who answered the door, looking a bit dazed in his expression and a small lump on the top of his own head. Button would’ve laughed if he didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty about knocking in the first place, which made him the reason that Spike was distracted at all.

“Ouch. Is this a bad time, man? You look like you walked out of a crash.” Button asked his friend, not wanting to leave, but he’d come back later on if he had to.

Thankfully though, the dragon wasn’t that hurt, he had just finished putting together some things though when his friend had knocked. Spike was remembering what had just happened, though.

(Flashback, Spike POV)

‘Alright, got the books together in one neat little pile.’ Spike thought to himself as he looked over his handiwork, ‘this wasn’t so bad to handle after all, now I got the afternoon to myse-‘ Spike’s thoughts were interrupted by the knocking sound at the door, he was so sure that he left the sign on the outside of the library saying that they were closed for the day.

His shock though made him take his eyes away from the wobbly assembly of textbooks that was in a small tower above the dragon. When he looked back in the books, he could only mutter half a curse as the books fell on top of him, essentially “burying himself in knowledge” as Twilight would say.

Groaning as he dragged himself out of the book pile, he made his way over to the door, about to get angry and possibly vent at whoever’s the one that caused the knock-down in the first place. Upon seeing that it was his friend Button Mash, the dragon couldn’t resist the facepalm that happened right after seeing the trademark propeller beanie.

‘Of course he’d be the one to knock without reading the sign...’

-Flashback End-

Spike did not even let it show on his face the slight annoyance he had with the slightly naive colt to begin with, giving off his own little wave with a clawed appendage.

“Nah, you came at a good time, actually.” Spike said, about to get his own revenge in a way as Button did not even notice the glint in his friend’s eyes.

“Oh yeah, why’s that?”

“You’re going to be helping me clean up the mess YOU made in out of the books. I was finally done making a pile and you made me knock it over!” Spike had comical tears flowing down his face, lamenting over the loss of free time it would take to get them back in order.

“Alright, alright,” Button started, knowing how much of a drama queen his friend could act like because of how often he hung out with his crush, Rarity. “I’ll help you put the stack back together IF you hang out with me like you promised to. Remember the secret sleepover we had planned?”

Spike was looking mortified, he had completely forgot about the sleepover that the two had planned, but he wasn’t going to let his plan for revenge get in the way, and he asked his friend with a sweet tone of voice, “W-well, you know I’d love to come over and all, but I was in the middle of working when you knocked and scared the crap out of me. Sooooo I need you to help clean up the mess.”

Button could accept that, he was feeling a little bit guilty still and this was the perfect time to clear things up, “Alright, how bad could it even be?”

Spike only smirked at this and stepped aside to let Button look at the fallen tower of books, the latter’s expression one of shock as his gaze settled upon it.

“U-um...how long did this take you fix up, Spike?” Button was looking nervous as he examined the pile of books, ignoring Spike’s chuckles as he waited for the dreaded answer.

“Oh, you mean this? It didn’t take that long, to be honest,” Spike smirked even more after hearing Button’s sigh of relief. “It only took around say...2 hours, maybe 3?”

“...FFFFFUUUUUUUU-” The colt’s yell echoed all around town square, the voice carrying over to one of the residential areas, too.