Chapter 1
((I do not own My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic or Spike the Dragon, I only own my OCs.))
Spike the Dragon awoke to the golden rays of Celestia’s sun streaming down through the open window that was open because it was now morning. He gasped, realizing he must have overslept after that wild crazy party he had thrown the night before. He could have sworn he set his alarm but then again he was also blitzed on vodka that night, so he had no idea really if the alarm was set or not. Either way now it didn’t matter. He was awake, and he was late to help Twilight with her studies. He quickly sprang from his bed like a spring and rushed downstairs to help Twilight who was already at her studies without him.
“SPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE!!!!?!!?!!!11!” Twilight screamed up the stairs as Spike came down them.
“Jeez Twilight I’m right here you don’t need to yell.” Spike said, rubbing his forehead. He was still a little hung over from the party the night before.
“Oh sorry Spike.” Twilight said to Spike who was now at the bottom of the stairs. “Its just that I broke my quill but I was too lazy to get up and get a new one. Can you get it for me?”
“Didn’t you break, like about 50 quills yesterday?”
“I buy ‘em in bulk, what can I say?”
“Whatever.” Spike said as he stumbled towards the kitchen to get himself a cup of coffee and some Kahlua.
“Fine, you go over there. I’ll be sitting here in the meantime with my broken quill.” Twilight replied, still refusing to get off her ass and do any work.
“Yeah and it looks like you’re gonna stay there, cause I’m not getting you another quill,” Spike grumbled. “You got magic anyways. Why don’t you use that?”
“Too much effort. It’s Occam’s Razor Spike, simplest solution to the problem.” Twilight said, tapping a hoof on the desk. “C’mon Spike, I don’t have all to wait for you! Celestia’s gotta lower the sun at some point.”
“I’m not gonna do it Twilight!” Spike said, stomping his foot on the ground.
“Spike!” Twilight gasped. “How dare you! How daaaaaare you! That is a perfectly good floor, and you stomped all over it! And who’s going to have to pay for it? Me!”
“No! Not you! Me!”
“That’s what I was going to say!”
“Shut up!” Spike said yelling loudly. Twilight was horrified. Spike had never raised his voice at her before! And not with this inflection! This little dragon clearly meant business! Angry businsess! “I do everything around here! I cook, I clean, I send the letters, I have to watch you’re stupid owl when you’re not here, I… I, uh… I do other things you could do but don’t! I’m practically a slave!”
“Yeah, and you’re my slave.” Twilight reminded him. “Get used to it. I mean, you should by now, but clearly you haven’t.”
That reminded Spike of something...
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Spike had a flashback all of a sudden to the night before, remembering the party he had been at. It had been a pretty great party, and Spike had been having a good time.Twilight had also been there, since it was at her house. She wasn’t having a good time though. She was studying instead, like the party pooper she always was.
“Now spike!” She said, waving a hoof at him disapprovingly. “You know you shouldn’t drink that much when we have so much work in the morning!”
But by then, Spike had already downed the booze and it was too late! It wasn’t his fault he couldn’t have heard the warning! Twilight knew that of course, but didn’t tell him!
*****
Spike got really angry at this, and breathed fire out of his mouth but not green fire it was super hot red fire! Twilight, finally deciding to move, backed away in fear. The beauty had become a beast! This was clearly the worst possible thing he could have done, as Twilight was now so terrified she tripped over backwards so she was conviniently at the same level as Spike.
“I AM NOT YOUR SLAVE!” Spike cried skywayd, marching right up to Twilight and backhanded her right across the face. “I HATE YOU! YOU ARE THE ABSOLUTE WORST! You and all your friends are terrible! All you do is make me work like a slave or push me around or make fun of me or force me to get rid of my pet Phoenix and stuff like that! Even the BUCKIN’ CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS get more respect than me around here!”
Spike froze, staring down at his claws. Something red and sticky was covering them. It was Twilight’s blood, and it was spraying everywhere…
“If you dare ever cross me again, I’ll hit you even harder.” Spike said, flicking the blood off his claw and splattering it on the floor in the shape of a star. “And don’t think I won’t, because I totally can.”
With Twilight momentarily confused as to what was happening, Spike slipped past her, running out of the house.
“I can’t go back there!” Spike said, talking to himself. “Not ever. Twilight and, for that matter, everybody treated my like a slave, and I hated it there! No, I need to be somewhere where I can be free! With others of my own kind! I’ll go into the Everfree Forest!! No one would ever think to look for me there! Besides, there are tons of dragons in there. I should know because I used to live in a library.”
So Spike ran off into the Everfree, intending to never return to Equestria and Ponykind everwhere.
Twilight lay on the floor in a pool of her own blood. The blood loss was making her head was swimming before she closed her eyes into unconsciousness.
