It was the middle of the night, and Spike had been awoken by the sound of screwdrivers and hammers. He trudged down to the basement to find Twilight sitting on the floor, half awake and programming the robot.

"Come on Twilight, you've been down here all night. Don't you think you could give it a rest?" said Spike halfheartedly. At that moment, Twilight's head quickly turned towards the baby dragon.

"NO Spike! I have to do SOMETHING to prove to Princess Celestia that I can do more than smile and wave. And making a new and improved Royal Guard must be the next best thing!" Spike gulped, wishing he wasn't here. "Alright then, it seems like this is important to you..." whispered Spike, "...but I gotta go to bed. Goodnight again Twilight!" Once Spike left, Twilight turned back to the drone and continued working. After a few hours, she left the basement and slipped into bed.

When she woke up from her slumber, she smelled something, odd. 'Spike probably is making scrambled eggs again. But...this doesn't smell like burnt food. It smells...different.' She quickly trotted her way down the stairs into the kitchen, and found the dead corpse of Spike laying next to the refrigerator. "No...", spit out Twilight, as tears left her eyes as she wept next to her number one assistant.

Author's Note

Keep in mind that this story takes place before the season 4 finale. I know I made this WAY after the season 4 finale aired, but I'm lazy.