The Many Sides of Twilight Sparkle

Now that she had caffeine in her system, Twilight was ready to take on the day! She defies fate to make this day terrible! She then checked her phone for messages.

All right, girls. Listen up! Sunset Shimmer is super-ultra-mega sick! She told me she needs our company to help her feel better!- Sent by Pinkie Pie

Goodness! I know she had a busy day at work, but I didn't think she'd bethatworn down.- Sent by Fluttershy

Well, at least this is worth being woken up from a nap.- Sent by Rainbow Dash

Rainbow Dash! Honestly! Sunset is sick and she needs our help!- Sent by Rarity

Sorry. I get moody when I'm woken up all of a sudden.- Sent by Rainbow Dash

Oof. Sounds like she has it pretty rough.- Sent by Applejack

Twilight frowned. Crap. Never tempt fate, Twilight Sparkle. Never tempt fate. 'Super-ultra-mega sick'? Yikes. I hope Sunset Shimmer's okay. She sent a text.

Is she drinking CrocoJuice? That's a good drink for people with sick stomachs.- Sent by Twilight Sparkle

Shining Armor, now no longer fearing for his life from his younger sister, re-entered the kitchen. "Twily?" he said cautiously.

Twilight looked at her brother, this time not with a death glare that will haunt him for the rest of his days, but of worry. "Yes?" she asked.

"Is everything okay?" Shining Armor asked, seeing the look on his sister's face.

Twilight frowned. "I guess. My good friend Sunset Shimmer is sick. Or as Pinkie Pie put it, 'Super-ultra-mega sick.'"

Shining Armor had heard of Sunset Shimmer before. Originally the mean girl of Canterlot High, some sort of incident involving magic had her see the error of her ways. Twilight herself had apparently gone through something similar, causing both her and this Sunset Shimmer to bond quickly, becoming the closest of friends. He frowned slightly. "Super-ultra-mega sick?" Shining Armor had never met any of Twilight's friends, so hearing that phrase slightly confused him.

Twilight blushed slightly. "Heh." She laughed nervously. "Pinkie Pie can over-exaggerate sometimes, but I'm willing to guess Sunset Shimmer just has a stomach bug or something." Her tone then returned to worry. "At least I hope so. I'll get the details out of her eventually." She smiled, giving Shining Armor some reassurance.

Shining Armor returned the smile. "Well, I have some things I need to take care of. See you later, Twily!"

Twilight smiled. "Later, B.B.B.F.F." she said as her brother left the kitchen.

At that moment, Twilight heard soft clicking noises on the kitchen floor, coming closer. Which can only mean...

"Morning, Twilight! Good to see you bright-eyed!" said Spike.

Twilight, still slightly worried but glad to Spike, smiled and said "Morning, Spike."

Spike tilted his head slightly, as if sensing something was amiss. "Is something wrong, Twilight?" he asked.

Twilight sighed. "Apparently Sunset's not feeling so well. Me, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Pinkie Pie and Applejack have been exchanging texts over last few minutes trying to figure out a schedule so we can each visit her over the course of the day."

Spike frowned. "I hope she's okay."

"Hey. If Sunset Shimmer can survive becoming a raging she-demon, three sirens, magically corrupted versions of myself and Gloriosa Daisy, and having her memories erased and returned to her, then she most certainly can survive whatever's making her sick." Twilight smiled, reassuring not just Spike, but herself as well. "But I still can't help but worry. She's my closest friend among my closest friends."

"You have a point there. So what happened?" asked Spike.

"Well according to one the texts Pinkie Pie sent, Sunset told her that she had been 'puking her guts out' throughout the early morning. So I was right, it probably is a stomach bug." said Twilight.

Spike shuddered. "Yeesh. That's never fun."

"Tell me about it." Said Twilight, memories of the last time she got that sick returning to the forefront of her mind. She shuddered. Never again will I consume anything even one day past its expiration date. "We've all been there."

"Have you tried talking to her just to check in?" asked Spike.

Twilight shook her head. "No. She's probably asleep right now, I don't want to wake her up suddenly."

Spike smiled. "Makes sense to me. So have you figured everything out yet? Schedule-wise, I mean."

Twilight shook her head again. "Not yet. I never thought it'd be this hard to coordinate six different schedules!" She looked at her phone again, taking in all that the girls already had planned for the day.

"Well as long as you seem to have things covered, I'll leave you and the girls to it." Spike said as he left the kitchen.

Twilight smiled as Spike left, then focused her attention back to her phone, still coordinating schedules between her friends.

Once the scheduling was complete, Twilight nodded in satisfaction. Okay, so Rarity's first. Then Pinkie Pie, then Applejack, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, then I'm last. Fine by me though, I have things I can to keep myself occupied. I wonder how Sunset's doing. Is she still asleep? Is she drinking fluids? Twilight shook her head to snap herself out of it. Come on, Twilight. Just a few minutes ago you told not just Spike, but also yourself that Sunset's going to be fine! Why are you worrying so much? It's not like this is a test that you're going to get graded up, so why stress out about it?

Suddenly, a thought came to Twilight. It was a thought she had often, but she would never share said thought to her family. Her friends? Perhaps one day. But that day was not today, or tomorrow. She wasn't ready to tell them just yet. Just to be completely sure... Twilight made a mental checklist of where everyone was at the moment. Shining Armor left for who knows where, Mom and Dad left for a town council meeting or something... Twilight was too engrossed in her phone when her parents told her they were leaving again. All she knew was that they were gone. And Spike... She looked around the house, then outside. Spike is chasing squirrels. Excellent!

Twilight ran upstairs to her room, put up a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the front side of her door for good measure, then locked it.