Author's Note
This is an Au we’re Spike doesn’t tell Twilight about Sludge being a fake.
My real family
Twilight walked down the hallway with her face buried in a book. The castle has been very quiet for the past two days. She didn’t want to bother Spike after his outburst at her. As she walked down the hallway, she stepped on something soft. Twilight looked down to see a pillow with a heart on it that said ‘Number 1 Dad’. Twilight looked up to see Spike cleaning out his room.
Twilight cleared her throat, making Spike look up. “Oh hey, Twilight.” He said as he picked up an old cupcake and threw it in the trash. She noticed that his eyes were red and had heavy bags under them. Tear stains marked his cheeks.
“Are you okay?” Twilight asked. Spike didn’t look up and muttered out a soft ‘I’m fine. Twilight didn’t want to bother him any further, so she changed the subject.
“You dropped this,” Twilight said as she handed him the pillow. Spike grabbed the pillow and forcefully stuffed it in the garbage.
“Why did you throw that out, you worked so hard on it and I’m sure that Sludge will love it.” Twilight said as she levitated the pillow out the trash. She looked around in confusion. “Where is Sludge anyway?” She question.
Spike snatched the pillow from Twilight's grasp. “It’s not important.” He grumbled out quietly. Twilight noticed his bitter tone.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” She asked concernedly. Spike let out a grunt of annoyance.
“I said I'm fine.” He said as he tried throwing the pillow away. Twilight took the pillow in an attempt to stop him from throwing it out. Spike held onto the pillow tightly, trying to get it back.
They both tugged on the pillow harshly. “Let it go!” Spike shouted angrily. With on last pull the pillow ripped in half. Cotton scattered all over the floor.
Twilight opened her mouth to say something but got taken aback when she saw Spike tearing up. She reached her hoof out and touched Spikes shoulder comfortingly. He quickly jerked away and ran into his room. Twilight tried to follow him but the door slammed in her face.
“Spike, what’s wrong?” Twilight asked. She only received a small sniffle in response. “Can I come in?” She asked with her hoof on the door knob.
“No! Go away!” Spike said. Twilight hesitated before walking away from the door. She picked up the remains of the pillow and held it in her hooves. The soft fabric draped over her hooves. The heart was ripped in half.
Twilight sighed and picked up the remains of the pillow. She levitated it as she made her way to one of the spare rooms in the castle. The room was full with fabrics and sewing supplies. Rarity used this room whenever her boutique seemed too cramp or when she had a big order and the Crusaders were being to loud.
Twilight grabbed a needle and some thread and got to work.
Twilight looked at the finished, now sorta fixed pillow. It had stuffing sticking out of the sides and the fabric was bunched up in multiple places. She let out a sigh. Twilight got up and stretched her legs. Sitting in one spot could really make you stiff.
She walked into the kitchen and turned on the kettle. She grabbed a few cookies from the cookie jar and put it on a plate. Twilight know that hot chocalate and cookies would always help Spike feel better. Hopefully this could cheer him up. The kettle whistled loudly. She poured the hot water into a mug and put chocolate power in it. She levitated the mug and cookies and made her way to Spikes room. As she walked down the hallway she noticed that the sun was setting.
As she approached the room she knocked on the door. She got a response of silence. “Can I come in?” Twilight asked. When she got no response, she slowly opened the door. Spikes room was dark and Twilight could barely see a thing. She turned on a lamp to see Spike curled up in a ball, letting out soft snores. Tears stained his cheeks.
Twilight put the cookies and drink on a table and started to nudge Spike softly. “Spike wake up.” Twilight whispered softly. Spike stirred in his sleep before opening his eyes.
“Twilight?” He asked softly. She handed him the plate of cookies.
“I brought you a snack.” Twilight said in a soft tone. Spike sat up and rubbed his eyes before grabbing a cookie. He nibbled on it slowly. Twilight sat on the bed.
“I also fixed the pillow” Twilight said as she handed it to him. “Sorta.”
They sat in silence for a few seconds before Twilight spoke. “Do you have anything you want to talk about?” She asked. Spike swallowed his cookie and took a deep breath.
“That wasn’t my dad, he was just trying to get a place to stay.” Spike said as he tried not to cry. Twilight let out a soft gasp. She quickly wrapped her arms around Spike.
“I’m so sorry.” Twilight said as she nuzzled into him.
“It’s my fault anyway, you told me that he was manipulating me and I didn’t listen.” Spike said as he started to tear up.
“This is not your fault, Sludge was the one who was wrong in this situation and you can’t blame yourself for that.” Twilight said defensively.
“B-but you told me he was bad and I yelled at you! I should’ve listened.” Spike sobbed out. Twilight hugged him tightly. She ran her hoof over his head.
“I promise this isn’t your fault and it will never be you fault.” Twilight consoled him. Spike let out small hiccups before calming down.
“Feeling better?” Spike nodded his head. Twilight smiled and softly kissed him on the head. Spike pulled away from the hug.
“Twilight, these past few days made me realize something. Even though I don’t know who my real parents are, you’re all of the family that I need.” Spike said. Twilight covered her hoof over her mouth started to tear up.
“Spike that is so sweet.” She said as she hugged him again. Spike hugged back tighter.
“Thanks mom”
