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“Hello...?" Spike called out in the darkness. Images of different narcotics flashed in front of him, then images of his friends with distorted faces and bodies came out of the dark.
"Spike I need more, just enough to finish this book! Please I need it!" Twilight grabbed him. "Ill do anything... Anything..." Spike backed away from the sight of her undressing. He then backed into Applejack who had blood dried up around her nose. "Spike you got some more. I'm sick, I need it!" she tried to reach into his pockets but he pushed her away. He was then mysteriously flown into the air. "I know you got it! Where is it!" Rainbow Dash shook him violently. Out of the darkness he felt a hand, it turn him around. "Come on Spike, it's me, Fluttershy, you can tell me. Just let me have some Please! It hurts without it!" he was then suddenly in a free fall and landed in a chair that was next to a hospital bed on the bed was pinkie. She had a giant hole in the left side of her torso. She was breathing heavy and crying. He brought her close. She looked into his eyes with hatred. "You did this... YOU!"

He jumped up and looked around to see he was still in pinkie room. It was still dark but he could make out the clock across the pink room.

"Five o'clock, and I'm wide awake... Great..." he looked down to see pinkie had left a note addressed to him.

Spike,
I had to cover a shift. Make yourself at home.

Pinkie-

He stretched and let out a loud yawn. He stood up and made his way down stairs to the kitchen. Pinkie had a huge kitchen, but for such a food connoisseur, it only seemed fit. He opened the fridge and swore he could smell the diabetes. Rows and rows of sweets, cakes, and chocolate. He grabbed the only things that wouldn't give him cavities. He grabbed some yogurt and sat down. He was halfway done when his phone began to ring. He took it out of his pocket and checked the name on the screen. It was Twilight. He answered.

"What's up?" he said casually.

"I heard about yesterday..." his heart dropped. She continued. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that... I-I had no idea her addiction was that bad." he felt a strong urge to cry but held it back.

"Its okay... As long as you know now." he rubbed his hair.

"Well, I still wish to talk to you so come home soon, I have to open up, I'll talk to you later." she hung up. He checked the time to see an hour had passed. He threw away his food and left.
While he was walking through Ponyville he couldn't help but think about his dream. Why did they look like that? What were they talking about? More of what? What did he do to Pinkie? He stopped to ponder for a moment and looked at his surroundings to see he was next to the postal service and saw Derpy at the desk. He was happy to see her. He walked in and was instantly greeted by a hug that knocked him down.

"Spike! What brings you to my neck of the woods?" she helped him up.

"I was in the area and thought I'd come say hi to my old class mate. How have you been? it's been ages." he leaned on the counter.

"Same old stuff. Oh actually I had a child." she grazed over her words like it was not a big deal. It caught Spike of guard.

"Wow, I never thought you of all people would settle down." she blushed at his comment.

"I wasn't that crazy." she giggled.

"You practically wrote the book on getting fucked up. Everything I know is from you." he sighed happily remembering the first time he met Derpy. It was at one of Pinkie’s parties. He had been drinking a little too much and needed to find a toilet fast. He ran up the stairs and head on into a gray mare with a blunt in her hand.

"Come on man, I almost dropped my blunt!" he stared at her in confusion.
"A what?" he held on to the wall for balance. She slapped her forehead at his question.

"You don't know what a blunt is?" she tilted her head.

"Nope." Spike stated.

"A joint? A bowl? A bong?! Do you know what weed is?!" she flailed her arms.

"I've heard of weed, never tried it though..." he looked at her blunt. "That's how you smoke weed?" he pointed to it.

"Yea. You wanna hit?" she extended her hand with the blunt to him.
"Sure..." he took a large pull and coughed a couple of times. "So what now I just wait for it to hit my head, or stomach, or something?" he asked between coughs.

"Nope." Derpy said with a smile on her face. Once those words left her mouth he felt it. He started laughing and couldn't figure out why. She took him into a near by closet and locked him and herself in.

"I'm blind help!" Spike said, Derpy laughed.

"Open your eyes..." he did only to see the blunt in his mouth again. He took a bigger pull this time and smoked up the whole closet.
"Why are we in here?" he looked at the supplies.

"A hotbox..." she took a hit that coated the whole closet in milky white smoke. "Get high baby." they then passed it around some more and waited in the closet till most of the smoke was gone. They stepped out. There eyes where crimson red, they both had a wide smile and more importantly, the munchies. They walked down stairs to see most of the people had left or passed out. So they sat at the kitchen table and ate until they passed out.
He snapped out of his memory.
"Those where the days spike... Do you still smoke?" he cocked his eye brow and gave a toothy grin.

"Do I still smoke?! Hell fucking yes I smoke!" he pulled out a large blunt. "Now the question is do you still smoke?" in reply she pulled out a dab and a bong. He smiled at her. "I love it when the OG's come together.