Door To Insanity

She didn't move. Not once.

Spike was getting extremely worried for Twilight now. As the days went by, she'd pick up the same book she'd gotten a few days ago that he'd had a suspicion about, and read it, with no emotion. She wouldn't eat, either, but every once in a while, she'd look like she was talking...but not making any sounds at all; it was like she was talking to someone in her head.

And then, every day, at lunchtime, she'd then do the most painful thing to him: glare. When he did nothing wrong.

He just couldn't stand it anymore. Twilight would sit there not moving, then maybe go to her bed and sleep for a couple of decent hours, then come back, same routine. He couldn't help to see how impossible it was...not to eat, and still be alive after a couple of months later doing the same exact thing!

Spike's eyes filled with tears, and couldn't see how he was disappointing to Twilight, since all he did was try to offer her food and give her a pillow or blanket to keep her warm. He didn't see how that was bad of him.

And so he left...the very next day, for a good friend's home.

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I don't believe you about those things you said about Spike. He's a good guy.

'You'll see....you'll see soon enough. And then your friends will betray you. I can feel it.'

H-how? It's not possible. You're lying...I'm sure of it.

But Twilight wasn't sure of it. The voice...it had been so innocent the first time, but after a few months, she hadn't really seen anything. No...literally; she could only see a few blurs and an otherwise black wallpaper. She felt movement...like she was actually moving, but she wasn't.

She sighed. The voice had started to tell possibilities of Spike, her greatest assistant, out to destroy her soon enough. She certainly didn't believe that, it wasn't what she felt it was. But...

No. The voice was honest...quite like Applejack. Though, Applejack had a hint of...unexplainable goodness, like a gold glow, and the voice in her head...it wasn't as trustworthy, and it had, instead of that good-glow, a bad one, though it wasn't very obvious or apparent; it was more...a little more...transparent and unstable, if it was that way to describe it.

'It seems my time with you has ran out,' the voice spoke carefully though darkly, 'You can recover your vision soon enough, Twilight Sparkle. But just remember...call me if you see it's true. Spike left you because he's gathering your friends and making them evil. Now, goodbye.'

Twilight didn't argue. The voice made her a little uncomfortable, but...if she that voice did take away her vision like that, she couldn't exactly....

And what about Spike...

A flash of yellow engulfed the blackness and blurs before her, and soon everything was back to normal. But she had a...loneliness, and quickly realized the voice had left and effected it. Now she had a kind of cold feeling in the place the voice had been...

"Nevermind that, Twilight. Remember, be strong," she told herself, "You can DO this. YOU CAN DO THIS!"

She quickly flew down the staircase, and onto the ground level. "Sure, Spike's what the voice says he was like," she said sarcastically, yet she had some doubts. Chuckling nervously, she entered the kitchen, where Spike usually was, and...

He was gone.

"SPIKE! SP-I-KE!" she called, "Where could Spike be?"

Then it hit her, what the voice had said earlier.

"No! That isn't possible!" she laughed, though still...

Considering it. She was processing it.

"SPIKE! SPIKESPIKESPIKESPIKESPIKE NO!"

She ran out the door nervously, and down the pathway to which she knew Spike would've gone first if the suspicions were correct.

But she could not feel the small green flames inside of her slowly growing...growing, feeding off her worry.

And she ignored it...ignored it...

She ignored the corruption.