Said the Spider to the Horse Flies

Conclusion-

Tiara’s slowly began to open. Even she had to admit, that entire morning was a sketchy as what the Tumblr-Verse had done to Celestia’s Mind and Mane during the invasion from a few weeks back. At least, that was the amount of time she had remembered since… whatever it was that happened in the morning did. Was it even THAT morning anymore? Diamond Tiara’s sense of time wasn’t exactly all there yet along with the rest of her mind. What Tiara did know was a time like this was never exactly the time for thinking about time. Time here and time there, time in sentences everywhere, Tiara’s slim Patience instinct was beginning to kick back is as she squirmed on the soft, plush surface she happened to be on. A Bed with a sheet or two over her hooves. It was a well-kept one too; where ever she was, the service really knew how to make a Pony at least feel ‘Commoner Cozy’.

“What is this…?” She began to ask herself aloud. Not in Confusion, and not in annoyance either like usual. If anything her Tone was a stitch or two above Curiosity.

Not knowing how she’d gotten in a bed, or who got her there was a bit of a mind Buck, save for the warmth of her cute hoof ends. Despite all the comforts, the space she was in wasn’t exactly furnished to her Fancy. White, Porcelain Tiles making charming patterns across the bases of what were probably Walls to the left of her bed spread, and a Drawn, Green curtain covering both the Window leaching itself to the dull wall, as well as the Hangars that sat above and to the left of the set up. It was such a fishy place, but very familiar. Right as it was on the tip of her Tiara, Diamond looked down at her Front arms to see if anything was different than it was from memory. Hooves. Hey, at least she wasn’t a Black Widow Spider with a hairy just about everything-

“Spiders…” That word left a worse taste in Tiara’s mouth than Pinkamena’s Meat Cupcakes during, yet again, from the time of the Tumblr-Verse invasion, and those were Red and Salty like Feather Weight’s tears after lesson time.

“Feather Weight…” That word didn’t stick well with the Filly either. It was almost as though Eight Legged Pests and Four Hooved Freaks came Front in Front with each other like they’d spun a thread overhead. The very thought of Photo boys and Bugs was making Diamond Tiara’s mind begin to act up and hurt a tad. It couldn’t have been what she’d thought. Not in a Million Celestian Decades. The fusion of thoughts was beginning to make Tiara think of something she never had before, even during discussion and gossip with her ‘Friends’ at Cheerilee’s school like old reliable Silver Spoon. But that was it. It had to have been the concept of an Idea. She giggled to herself in Denial.

“Pfft! Nah, that can’t be true. Rich Ponies NEVER gets Ideas. Not even Bad ones. Thinking is for the people that don’t have enough dough to pay poor ponies to do it for them. Just look at ignorant… old… Twilight…”
The name of that one local Mare brought it all back. The memories of that Morning, the Grudging, the Plotting, the Bribing of Purple Unicorns, Everything. It was once again obvious why Feather Weight and those filthy Spider Creatures were so bad in taste. They dealt better with one another better than Guilty Mare #2 on her list, Fluttershy, had dealt with other germ coated creatures, including Spiders.

“As long as they’re little.” She made a mockery of Fluttershy’s words in an equally atrocious voice.

“Those two Scoundrel Colts love each other more than they’d love Fillies if they had the chance. Colt Cuddlers is what they are, plain and simple.” She sighed to herself at the name knowing she hadn’t invented it.

“That Tumblr-Verse getting to me again… stopped by the Spectacular Spider Mane in all his STUPID, sweaty, costumed, thin legged, brown haired, expert maneuver ways. He’s a way better Pony than me and I even know it… but I could never show it. Not to any Pony anyway.

Just then the Candy Palette Girl noticed something on the dresser next to the Bed. A Dresser. Not too special, sure, but it was what was on top. A Note, along with a couple of Flowers sitting inside a vase, and even a stuffed animal that looked like Discord. Or at least it was supposed to be Discord. It was a quick stitch, but it looked like him at least. The sewer must have worked with what they had to make Discord so… Green.

Tiara picked up the note as a throb pulsed into her head with a shock. The whole lying in Bed thing was just getting weirder and weirder. Spiders, Skinny Colt Wannabies and Bad Discord colours aside, maybe this note would be able to answer all the questions the Filly had. That they did.

“For Diamond Tiara

As long as this isn’t your ghost reading this from beyond the Pony Grave, there are a few things I personally would like Love to get out while I still have a chance. After all, you might wake up and kick my flank anytime if you catch me of all people writing next to your bed. I am Spider Mane. I’m sure you and your mind know all about me by now like every pony else does. That’s kind of where I come in believe it or not. There a lot of Ponies around not only home here in Pony Ville, but the entire world, saying my duties besides the obvious buying of time for the Bearers of the Elements of Harmony to close the Tumblr-Verse portal are less than beneficial. To a web length’s extent, they’re all right. As of recently, I’ve been a selfish shrimp, only wanting the rewards rather than the Journeys themselves. Ponies like you deserve far more saving than I ever will, even as I put my life at risk against stupid odds on a too-often basis. For all this, I am truly sorry to not only you, but all of Pony Ville. Even the Princess herself, despite the fact she hasn’t been quite right in the head as of recently. Hay, she’s giving Screwball a run for her money… but enough about them. The noise your head mincing made that morning was enough for me to be able to find where you were. I went straight to Twilight Sparkle’s library and heard everything. She made the Robot, this is true, but you gave her all the elements needed to do it. The Money I mean. Normally, I’d be a steamed Spider, but at a time like this, like I said before, It’s hard to blame you. I’m a fool Foal, and at the rate I’m going, always will be as long as Feather Weight and I hang out all the time like this. I brought you to the Pony Ville Hospital, no charge, so that that head smash of yours didn’t leave you in TOO long of a coma. Just to clarify though, there’s nothing like what you think between me and Feather Weight. He snaps photos, and that all he snaps. There’s no UN-snapping in there at any point… but don’t get me wrong. We’re close. Anyway, I just thought I’d leave you this in case this whole thing is a blur. Anytime you need, just holler for Spidey… or call the hotline. Either way.

-Spider Mane

P.S. Speaking of Feather Weight… he’s a cool guy, actually. And I think he has something to ask you Tomorrow Morning. All these flowers are for something. See ya, Tiara!”

Tiara put the note down on the table, as well as her head against the Pillow propped up to her back board. A warmth stronger than her pillow’s very purpose was growing inside her as her face began to dust up a slight red tone at everything she’d read. She knew the feeling, and it was one she’d missed for a while. Since before the Head Conk. Since before the sleepless nights sneaking into the school. It missed her too. Her Will power was speaking once again.

I think we did it.