Equestrian Elseworlds: The Five Spikes

Spike's Journal

October 12th, 2015

3 years in the nuthouse.... and by the nuthouse I mean Ponyville. As to why I ended up here, it was becuase mom sent me here along with Twilight, most likely to begin my journey or something like that: boy was she wrong. The first thing a mother would say when telling someone who will be in charge of their foal are the typical pointers:

1. Make sure he grows nice and healthy, but don't overfeed him.

2. If he's going to help you, don't overwork him.

3. Enroll him in a good school.

4. Make sure he makes friends.

That was accompanied with a brown paper bag that contained a cookie and apple juice. Also, I got a kiss on the forehead from my mom, telling me to be a good little drake and help Twilight as much as possible. That was then; this was now.  Let me resume the problems, all to avoid the monologue that could lead me to participating in an odd contest hosted by a stallion named Calypso.

The first was Applejack and how she just ignored me when I asked her if she needed help, which made me feel useless to others. Fluttershy was a contradiction of fear, having no problem in hanging out with me but fearing all other dragons, not fulfilling her promise to Rainbow Dash. Speaking of the gay pride, she made fun of the fact that I still didn't have my wings, with the nickname: "lame dragon",

Continuing, the party-planner named Pinkie Pie had made a laughingstock out of me with the pranks she pulled off, sometimes with the help of Rainbow Dash. Twilight Sparkle didn't live up to her responsibility. Instead, I had to take care of her, I was overworked, I haven't gone to school since I moved to Ponyille and I had no friends. And Rarity? Well, she hasn't noticed my feelings for her, pretty much killing my chances with her.

Let me make things clear, as to not confuse you all: sent with Twilight, I'm taking care of her instead of her taking care of me, and her friends are contradictions of their elements. Pretty ironic, isn't it? Also, I made a Twisted Metal reference a couple lines earlier in the journal. I felt like Mr. Grimm due to the slight mind twists, and Sweet Tooth due to the upcoming rage. I knew I was going to snap, but I would dishonor my mother, which reminded me of something else.

Discord told me of a song that was sung by those who needed help in a desperate manner. He said that anyone who knew of it could sing it, but the song's magic only reacted to those who really deserved it. Well, let's see if I was fit for the song's power. I better stop writing, Twilight may call me out soon.

-Spike

As I put my journal under my blankets, I walked out of the basement, hearing that there was nobody around, and I took a deep breath, beginning to sing:

The King and his men

stole the queen from her bed,

and bound her in her bones.

The seas be ours, and by the powers;

where we will, we'll roam.

"Spike, please order the new books!" Twilight yelled, as she left the castle. It was at this moment where I thought someone else was singing along.

Yo ho, all hands,

hoist the colors high.

Heave ho, thieves and beggars;

never shall we die.

A third voice, also a fourth voice were now singing, I didn't know where in Tartarus was it coming from.

Yo ho haul together,

hoist the colors high.

Heave ho, thieves and beggars;

never shall we die!

Time had passed, it was already nighttime. I was sure that the song didn't work, and I was already tired after today's work. Grabbing a sapphire and taking a bite out of it, I begin my way up the stairs. I felt as if it didn't work, but beggars couldn't be choosers, so I guess that it was a matter of time. I fell asleep, and in the dreamland, I heard several voices as I saw myself in a room full of mirrors. Boy I could swear that I saw myself in forms that weren't those of a dragon's.