When all else Fails

Sweetie Belle was standing alone in town square. It must have been around two AM because it was pitch black out. But something was out of the ordinary, but what was it. “Hello?” she had the strangest feeling that there was somepony watching her every move. She saw a strange figure lurking in the nearest alleyway. Her curiosity got the best of her; she had to go and see what it was. When she got to the end of the alley there was nothing there. She turned to leave but what she saw put her in a state of shock. Whatever she saw it was the most hideous thing she could ever imagine. This thing stood on its two hind legs with another set hanging from what seemed to be its shoulders. Also it wore two different pieces of clothing one on its torso and another on its legs; plus its head was so oddly shaped. Its two eyes were located at the top of its head, its face was kind of flat too, and its nose was so small it’s just so unnatural (if you didn’t get it by now I’m talking about a human).

She saw the shadow of something hang over the ugly creature. She looked to were the shadow was coming from and it turned out to be Spike. Sweetie Belle grew a smile knowing Spike would help her, but her smile quickly faded when she saw an evil smirk crawl across his face. The strange creature grabbed her back legs and started to drag her back into the alley. Spike turned and started to walk away, but Sweetie Belle stopped him with her cries. “Why are you doing this?” Spike looked back with the same evil smile “it’s simple; I just don’t care about you.” Those words sent Sweetie Belle into an emotional turmoil and she gave up trying to fight the creature.

Sweetie Belle awoke with a scream and started panting heavily. It was still black out so it couldn’t later than five AM “Hey back away from the girl” Spike screamed as he rushed into the room swinging a plunger knocking over the lamp that kept his room dimly lit. The room went silent “Uh………..Sweetie Belle there’s nobody in here…….is there.” “Um no there isn’t.” Spike’s tone changed from annoyed to concern “then why did you scream?” Sweetie Belle couldn’t tell Spike the truth it would mean telling him that she has a crush on him. “I….uh…..just had a nightmare that’s all.” Spike sat down on the bed “want to talk about it?” Sweetie Belle told him everything, in detail, about her dream except the part when Spike came in. “Well, that does sound scary” Spike wasn’t that scared of the thing in Sweetie’s dream but he thought he’d make her feel better anyway he could. “Feel better?” Spike gave her a reassuring smile that everything was going to be okay. “Ya a lot” Sweetie returned the smile with a forced one.

Spike started to leave until he started to hear sniffles and sobs. He turned and saw Sweetie rubbing her eyes and nose, so he went back over and sat down again. “Did your dream really scare you that much?” It did, but not the part Sweetie told him about. “Ya it did you weren’t there it was terrifying!” Spiked was shocked that Sweetie Belle had raised her voice to that level. Sweetie Belle started cry even harder which made Spike almost tear up a bit himself. She’s such a sweet girl she doesn’t deserve to be hurt in anyway. His instincts took hold and he found himself hugging Sweetie Belle harder than he's ever hugged Twilight. “It’s going to be okay you’re safe now.” Sweetie Belle broke down in Spike’s arms crying even harder now. Something was wrong what she told him wasn’t scary and he knew Sweetie Belle. She was a lot braver than Spike and he didn’t find it that scary there had to be something else bothering her. Just then something clicked in Spike’s mind as if two wires have been reconnected. “I have a feeling you’re not telling me everything.” “You’re right, I have been keeping something to myself just promise not to judge me or laugh.”

Sweetie Belle explained the entire situation to him, but his facial expression was not giving her anymore comfort. His mouth was open agape and his eyebrows were scrunched together making an almost disbelieving face. Those weren’t the only things that was wrong with him; she hadn’t noticed until just know but a few tears were trickling down his face. Sweetie then started to panic, so as an alternative she just piled on crap onto her explanation. “I’m sorry Spike it’s just that I think I might-” Spike forced himself to interject her rant that was obviously not going anywhere “like me?” Sweetie Belle took a deep breath and swallowed the lump in her throat. “No, I think I might lo-lov-love you and at the thought of you doing something like that jus-” she was then embraced with the warm, soft lips that were Spike’s.

She felt that she could stay like that forever and for the longest time it felt like it was forever. Spike started to pull away, but Sweetie Belle wasn’t ready to break the passion just yet. She pulled Spike back in for another breath taking kiss. After another loooooooonnnnnggggggg five minutes Sweetie Belle decided to give Spike a break. “Listen to me Sweetie Belle I will never do anything and I mean anything to hurt.” Spike got up to leave, but felt something wrap around his wrist. “Spike would you mind spending the rest of the night in here?” Spike was a little shocked at her request; was she really that comfortable with him? “Well, sure…..I guess let me just go down and grab a blanket and pillow.” “There’s no need this bed can support more than one.” (I forgot to mention this in the last chapter, I’m so stupid, Spike is seven-teen and he has upgraded from his basket to an actual bed) Spike was dumfounding at her proposal, but nonetheless he did as she told and got into bed with her. (I know it was a perfect opportunity but I’m going to leave you in suspense, I’m so evil)

Spike was lying on his back thinking about the millions of questions racing through his mind. Sweetie Belle had fallen asleep in his arm that was wrapped around her like a cradle. What does she want? Why is she doing this? Am I getting trolled? As questions filled his head the sun was starting to rise. He searched the room for his clock and found it on top of a pile of dirty laundry. I need to clean this room when she leaves. The clock said it was nine o’clock AM, but it’s a good thing it was always two hours off. I can’t deal with all of her emotions she needs a little more than just me.

A few hours later Sweetie Belle awoke to the sound of the radio and the smell eggs. She opened her door and heard a noise she only heard once before Spike was singing again. She walked down the stairs and stood in the doorway and started laughing to herself when she saw Spike dancing around the kitchen in an apron. “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger stand a little taller doesn't mean I'm lonely when-” (Stronger by Kelly Clarkson) Spike was interrupted by Sweetie Belle giggling. “Wow, Spike that was really good.” Spike grabbed his chest and gasped for breath; he also dropped the pan that was in his hand letting a bunch of vegetable oil get all over the floor. Once Spike recovered from his heart attack he started yelling at her in a playful manner. “Why would you do that? You never sneak up on a man that’s making breakfast.” While Spike was cleaning the vegetable oil off the floor a knock was heard from the door. “Could you get that please?” Sweetie Belle hopped to the door in a fashion that was almost Pinkie Pie.

She opened it and saw two fillies that she knew all too well. It was Scootaloo and Apple Bloom. At the same time she was happy to see her best friends, but she was also sad that it meant her quality time with Spike would be over. All three of them got into a group hug and started squealing from joy while jumping up and down. When they finally released each other Sweetie Belle was the one to break the silence “Apple Bloom, Scootaloo what are you guys doing here?” “Spike called us over; he said that you need someone to talk to” Sweetie Belle almost took that as an insult, was she boring Spike with her talking. Spike gave her a reassuring smile that told her that she was wrong. “Well, ok what do you guys want to do while you’re here?” Apple Bloom gave her a disbelieving face “why, do what we always do.…..try to get our Cutie Mark!” Spike then had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that this would not turn out well for him.

Time had gone by and Spike was a mess because of all the experiments that the CMC preformed on him. They had tried to get Cutie Marks in many things like: hair grooming, dog walking what sucked was they weren’t the ones walking the dogs, and dragon washing. When the hell are they ever going to wash another dragon let alone meet one?When the hell are they ever going to meet another dragon let alone wash one? Spike didn’t care about know he was just happy it was done with. Spike was in the bathroom trying to fix his messed up hair somehow they managed to burn it. He could hear the three friends down in the living room talking about today’s adventures and a little more. “I’ve been having the best time with Spike these past couple of days.” He didn’t have to be there to know that Scootaloo and Apple Bloom didn’t know what she was talking about. He tried to listen a little more closely to the talk all about him; they giggled and laughed which made Spike feel good about everything he was doing, but he heard something that caught his ear. “Ya, it’s just sometimes I wish he’d take more interest in just being alone together.” Spike had to do something he couldn’t just sit around and wait for her to be gone. So, he does the thing any rational gentleman would do; he calls the classiest restaurant in town and gets a reservation. Once he knows that Scootaloo and Apple Bloom he goes down stairs to find Sweetie Belle sitting on the couch already in her sleeping attire. It’s only six o’clock. Spike went up to Sweetie Belle who didn’t notice him until he put his hand on her shoulder. “Where are you going all dressed up?” “We are going out tonight.” Sweetie Belle was really surprised it was so sudden, but they did share probably the best kiss they both would ever experience, earlier that morning. “But I don’t have my contacts in.” “You don’t need them like I said before, natural beauty.” He held his hand out extending an invitation to take it. She accepted his invitation with a smile and a nod.

Spike and Sweetie Belle an absolutely lovely night in Sweetie Belle’s words to Spike the night was awesome, but he did not use those words because he knew they would upset her. They were on their way back to the library when they decided to just sit down in the park and talk for a while. They learned a lot about each other like Sweetie Belle wants to go into show business and Spike’s favorite hobby was to clean up. They heard a few sounds coming from the bushes nearby and out came a family of ducks. When the bush next to that started shifting Sweetie Belle decided to go and interact with whatever wild creature was in the bush this time. She looked through a few twigs and leaves and saw a pair of red shaded eyes. What happened next was something no one could have predicted.

Two forearms came from the bushes and wrapped around Sweetie Belle in a death hug. Spike knew this figure all too well Wildhooves had returned for more. Spike tackled Wildhooves to the ground forcing her to drop Sweetie Belle. Sweetie Belle struggled to stand, but eventually managed and started to run towards town to get some help. Another pair of arms wrapped around her, but this guy was a lot scrawnier than Wildhooves. It had to have been Wildhooves’ boss he was the only other guy she saw the night she went to Spike. He may have been weaker than Wildhooves, but he sure as hell was stronger than her. She may have been having trouble but Spike was having an even harder time. Wildhooves must have done something different to himself because he was faster and stronger than the last time he and Spike fought. He had Spike pinned to the ground and he also had some sort of metal rod in his hand. He broke the rod into two pieces, and put one piece down beside him. He took one of Spike’s hands, held it down, and plunged the metal rod straight through it. Spike screamed in agony and blew a bit of flames while he did. Wildhooves did the same thing to next hand; Spike was completely defenseless. When Wildhooves was done with Spike the boss had already stuffed Sweetie Belle into a bag and into their car. Wildhooves sprinted to catch up with the truck and had no problem in doing so. The car left Spike lying on the ground with the metal rods still lodged in his hands. Spike was in serious pain and was in no position to do anything about it. Spike was fading and he knew it too, everything was turning black and spinning around the last thing he could remember was someone calling for help.