Where Are You?

Spike was walking down the trails of the Everfree Forest. He was holding a potato bag full of food and water he had bought at the market before he headed into the forest. He was still sniffing from his crying, and would have a meltdown from time to time. His mind was full with images of him and Twilight doing things together.

He remembered that one time when Twilight took him to the beach for the first time when he was younger. He was scared of the water rolling in and would hide behind Twilight when it would come in. Then, much to Spike’s dismay, Twilight used her magic and dropped Spike into the water. It was cold at first, but he eventually got used to it. Twilight didn’t have plans on going in the water. Instead, she studied magic underneath their umbrella. After Spike’s whining, she finally decided to see if the water was too cold. Before she could check, Spike jumped on her and they both fell in the water. Twilight resurfaced and started to laugh. She and Spike then played in the water until it was time to leave.

Those were the good times.

Spike shook his head.

What are you doing? You can’t think about some pony that thinks you can’t do anything right! He said in his thoughts.

He then sat down and pulled out a dictionary from the potato bag. He had kept a dictionary under his bed when Twilight would speak in scientific words. He started to flip through the pages.

“Okay. Uh..U.” he muttered to himself. “Useful, Useitation, Useless. Here we go.” He proceeded to read the definition:

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Useless (adjective): Someone who is helpless and incompetent.

Example: That pony is so USELESS that he can't even screw in a lightbulb.

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Spike started to cry again.

She thinks I'm helpless and incompetent? She hates me that much? Spike cringed at the thought of that. No. Not hate. Dislike. It can't be.

By now, Spike was full-out crying. It's true! She hates me! Why else would she call me incompetent?

Spike’s waterfall of tears were falling on the forest floor, creating a puddle underneath him. To make matters worse, Twilight’s infamous line entered his head: Being a dragon doesn't mean I don't love you.

“If you loved me, why did you call me useless!” he sobbed at the top of his lungs.

His crying finally stopped when he felt his stomach growl.

“Okay. Get a hold of yourself. It’s about time you eat something.” he said to himself.

He opened the potato bag and took out its contents. Inside were two packs of Hay Jerky, an apple, a few bits, a couple water bottles, and a small portable radio.

He opened a bag of Beef Jerky and turned on his radio. Spike chuckled a little when he heard DJ P0N-3 hosting the station. It seemed as if Spike had totally forgotten about Twilight when it returned in a heartbeat.

The song “St. Elmo’s Fire” by John Parr started to play. He and Twilight loved this song. Even though Twilight had said that Spike wasn’t old enough to see the movie St. Elmo’s Fire, he still liked this song. He was starting to tear up, but he forced his tears to swell back up into his eyes. He got a hold of himself and listened to the song while eating. He started to sing along:

♪I can see a new horizon, underneath the blazing sky♪

♪Help me where the eagle flies higher and higher♪

He listened to the song and finally shut off the radio. He was full and tired. He reluctantly took his favorite blanket, which he had wrapped himself in, and set it on the forest floor. He didn’t bother to cover up, because when it’s summertime in Ponyville, even the nights are over 90 degrees.

Spike lay down, and he closed his eyes. He wasn’t even thinking about Twilight by now, and he seemed to like it.

No more Twilight, he said in his mind, No more Twilight.