"Goodnight, Spike! Don't let the Nightmare bite!" Princess Twilight Sparkle bid a good night to her assistant who was snuggled up in his own full-sized dragon bed. Twilight was just getting comfortable in her princess-sized sturdy, yet soft bed. Everything was perfect; she was the Princess of Friendship, had more friends than she could count, and all the world was harmonic for the first time in ages.
Nothing could change what she worked for and loved. Nothing...
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"Twilight? Twilight, where are you? TWILIGHT?!" a Brohoofish accent awoke the slumbering pony.
"Yeah, what do ya want, Spike?! *Gasp!*" Twilight cupped her hooves over her muzzle to not only block the horrible grammar and rude response she spewed out, but the deep, smooth tone that came with it.
Click-click-slap! The sound of footsteps grew more audible when Twilight responded back. A knock on her door lead to the object swinging open; a very properly-dressed Spike walked through the entrance blowing bubbles through a pipe. He smiled a toothy smile pushing his monocle up his purple face.
