Controlling Twilight

by -Mazer

Rating: everyone
Tags: Original Character, Spike, Comedy, Princess Celestia, Main 6, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Princess Cadance, Dark
Length: 3926

Twilight discovers that there has been someone controlling her life since the beginning

Twilight Sparkle's life has been pretty good. Great friends, caring family, amazing experiences...but what happens when she discovers that this has all been a part of someone's master plan?

Who can she trust? Just how far does this manipulation stem? Who is the mysterious PuppetMaster and what that plan that it has for Twilight Sparkle?

This story does not follow the canon of the rest of my series and is a stand-alone story upon it own.

Published 2012-08-15 06:04:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-08-16 12:07:03 UTC

The After Party

The PuppetMaster looked upon the town of Ponyville. As of this very moment, the ponies of Ponyville were fast asleep, resting comfortably in their beds as the night’s moon beamed from up high. It was a peaceful evening, one of quiet beauty. The stars sparkling in the sky, the nocturnal insects singing their soft songs; it was all going according to plan.

“T-Minus four minutes until sunrise,” the PuppetMaster commented. “Is Celestia standing by?”

“She is, Sir.” A unicorn commented. His name was Control and he was the PuppetMaster’s second in command. He was slightly taller than the PuppetMaster with a black coat and white mane that had been cut into a flat-top. He wore wire-framed glasses over his silver eyes and kept a clipboard attached to his saddle.

“Double-check the alarms. I want to make sure that not a single pony is off their mark today.” The PupperMaster shot a menacing glance towards her assistant. “I don’t want another repeat of last week.”

Control shrunk away from his master’s gaze. “I understand, Sir.”

“I hope you do.” The PupperMaster checked the clock. “Two minutes until sunrise. Patch me through to the Princess.”

Control’s horn gave off a faint yellow glow and the visage of Princess Celestia appeared in mid-air. Upon seeing the PuppetMaster’s face, Celestia bent down upon her front legs in a bow. “Sir, I am honored that you would humble me with your presence.”

“Rise Celestia,” the PupperMaster said. Celestial did as she was told but dared not to gaze into the PupperMaster’s eyes. “Have you gone over your instructions?”

“I have, sir. I am to drop off the parasprite in front of Fluttershy’s home. It is there where the parasprite shall multiply. Within a matter of hours all of Ponyville will be infested with the insects.”

“And you are to do nothing to assist them. Do you understand me?”

“I do, sir.”

“Let Twilight and her friends deal with the plague. Let us see if she is willing to pay attention to the one pony who knows how to deal with the insects.”

“I am sure that she will.” Celestia commented.

“As do I,” the PuppetMaster agreed. “Though the question remains; how long will it take before Twilight does?” The PuppetMaster glanced to the clock one final time. “Celestia, it is time.”

Celestia bowed her head before Control cut the transmission. “Parasprites?” Control dared to ask. “Don’t you think that this could be a tad bit dangerous?”

“I have faith in Twilight’s abilities.” The PupperMaster replied while smiling. “Otherwise I wouldn’t have chosen her.” The PuppetMaster raised its hoof and lowered it. “Queue the sun.”

And so the sun rose…

One Year Later

“This was a great wedding,” Twilight Sparkle commented to her friends.

“Best Wedding Ever!” Rainbow Dash squealed. “Did you see that Sonic Rainboom? It had to be the best Sonic Rainboom ever!” She flexed her muscles while hovering a few feet off the ground. “I bet the Wonderbolts got a chance to see it. I bet that once the party dies down, they’ll totally be begging me to join them. Just you wait and see!”

“Hey girls!” Pinkie Pie chirped. “Did you check out the buffet? They have literally ten different desserts there. Well they had more but I couldn’t help myself and finished a couple of them off. I really tried to hold back but they were so good! Oh my Celestia, I think that last cake I ate had cream filling. It was amazing!”

“We know,” AppleJack said. “We all saw ya chowin’ down upon it. Every pony should consider themselves lucky to have all their hooves intact. You are like a hungry parasprite during harvest time.”

“Ew!” Pinkie Pie crinkled her nose. “I am no parasprite! Those things are gross!”

“I do agree,” Rarity chimed in. “Who would ever think that something so cute could be so disgusting?”

“Have you ever seen Spike after he plays in the mud?” Twilight giggled.

“Point taken,” Rarity laughed. “Where is Spike anyway?”

“Last I saw him, he was dancing with Sweetie Bell.”

Rarity’s eyes widened. “That little…” She huffed. “I shall show him how a real lady dances.” She nodded towards her friends. “If you’d excuse me,” she said while stepping between them and back towards the dance floor. Twilight rolled her eyes but giggled anyways.

“Vinyl is sure cutting some sick tunes,” Rainbow Dash pointed out.

“I agree!” Twilight said. “I just have one quick question.” She looked to Pinkie. “Where were you hiding her all this time?”

“In my pocket.” Pinkie said while staring at some balloons.

“What?” Twilight asked.

“I always keep spare Vinyl’s around in case of a party emergency. You cannot have a party without music.”

Twilight smacked her hoof against her forehead. “Not Vinyl the record – though I still want to know how you are able to keep records in your pocket – I am talking about Vinyl Scratch! You know, the DJ?”

“Oh!” Pinkie responded. She was still staring at the balloons as she answered. “I told her before we left Ponyville that the Princess was hosting a wedding and that she should come up and join us. She had never played for a wedding before so she was more than happy to agree.”

“Well that was nice of her,” Twilight said with a smile. Her smile wavered after a moment. “Hey girls, can I ask you a question?”

“What’s up honey cup?” AppleJack asked.

“This has been bothering me for a while now but I was wondering; where was Princess Luna during the fight with the changelings? I mean, I know she usually sleeps during the day but I cannot bother thinking that she had…”

“Hey,” AppleJack interrupted. “Has any pony seen FlutterShy?”

“Not since the dance,” Pinkie Pie replied.

“Yeah, where is she?” Rainbow Dash added while looking over her shoulder.

“Girls,” Twilight replied with a frown. “Didn’t you hear what I said?”

“Hun,” AppleJack commented, “I think the Princess was just very tired and slept through the whole thing. I mean, she probably has those fancy earmuffs things that Rarity has to keep the sound from botherin’ her.”

“But still,” Twilight said while staring at the ground.

“Why do you care anyways?” Rainbow Dash asked. “It’s not like she would have been much help.”

“Rainbow!” Twilight gasped.

“Well it’s true! If Celestia couldn’t stop the Queen, what makes you think Luna could? I mean, heck, we defeated Discord and yet we helpless against the changelings. If it wasn’t for Cadence, we would all be changeling food!”

“I guess you have a point,” Twilight mumbled. “But still…”

“Look,” Pinkie Pie jumped in front of Twilight and put her face up against Twilight’s. “Why are we talking about those icky changelings when we could be dancing? C’mon every pony, the party is still going and a party without the Pink is a party that Stinks!”

Twilight smiled despite herself. “Fine. Let’s go, girls!”

“Yeee haw!” AppleJack cheered as the three ponies returned to the festivities.

“I cannot believe no one showed up to my bachelor party,” Spike said for the fifth time that night. He and Twilight had just returned to their library home from the party and Spike was still pouting about his failed party attempt. “I mean, I had all sorts of things planned out!”

“Spike,” Twilight commented while yawning. “The whole point of a bachelor party is to take the groom out before he gets married. Besides, you didn’t seem too disappointed out there on the dance floor.” She gave him a funny, teasing look. “What were you doing with Sweetie Bell anyway?”

“Nothing.” Spike suddenly found his claws very fascinating. “We were just dancing.”

“You know she’s only a filly, right?”

Spike shot Twilight a look. “I know that! Twilight that’s gross! I wouldn’t be interesting in Sweetie Bell like that.”

“Though,” Twilight continued to tease her friend. “You two are only three years apart so I can understand the attraction.”

“No thanks, Missy.”

“Missy?”

“My heart belongs to Rarity and Rarity alone.” Spike snorted. “You know that.”

“Whatever you say Romeo.” Twilight giggled. She pulled her dress off over her head and used her magic to set it neatly on her table. She’d normally hang it up but she was just too tired, plus her hooves were aching something fierce. “Despite the changelings, I have to say that tonight was one of the best nights ever.” She smiled. “So much more entertaining than the Grand Galloping Gala. What a disaster that was.”

“Well if you’d listen to me in the first place,” Spike said while pulling his bed towards the center of the room.

“Yes, yes,” Twilight groaned while rolling her eyes. “I know. If we listened to you, we would have had a fantastic night.”

“I’ve never been wrong before.”

Twilight shot him a dangerous look. “Do you really want us to get into the whole peanut butter and ruby sandwich debate again?”

“Nevermind,” Spike grumbled. He curled up within his basket and yawned. “Well, I don’t know about you, Twilight, but I am exhausted.”

“Same here,” Twilight yawned. “I am going to take a quick bath then hit the hay. Night Spike.”

“Night Twilight.” Spike yanked his blanket over his head.

Twilight began to get her bath ready. Using her magic, she heated up some water and poured it into a ceramic tub. She added some oils that Rarity had given her in order to assist in relaxation, then prepared to get in. Just as she put her hoof into the water, there came a knock at her front door.

“Who in heaven’s name would be visiting this late?” Twilight whined. She shook the water off her hoof and went to the door. “I swear, if this is Pinkie Pie looking for an after-party-party, I will send her to the moon.” She giggled despite how tired she was. She opened the door. “What is it?” she said.

“Twilight!” a familiar voice spoke up.

Twilight felt her mouth drop in astonishment. Standing in her doorway was none other than Princess Cadence. She was still in her wedding gown though her makeup was smeared from what Twilight could only guess was due to tears. “Cadence!” Twilight gasped. “What are you doing here? Where is my brother? What happened.”

Cadence looked over her shoulder, an expression of worry and fear etched upon her face. “I don’t have must time but you must listen to me.”

“What’s going on?”

Cadence took a step towards Twilight and stared into her eyes. “They are lying to you,” she whispered. “They have been lying to you ever since you were a filly. This is not real. None of this is real.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Twilight!” Cadence yelped. “You need to understand that you cannot trust…” she squeaked as a burst of bright green flame erupted up from between her and Twilight. Twilight turned around to see Spike staring at Cadence with a cold expression upon his face.

“Spike?” Twilight gasped. “What are you doing?”

“Twilight,” Cadence tried to reach for the younger pony but another burst of fire from Spike’s mouth kept her at bay.

“Spike! What is wrong with you?”

“Cadence!” A voice called out. Cadence nearly jumped out of her skin as Shining Armor ran up behind her. “What is wrong with you?”

“Shining Armor!” Twilight gasped.

“Twily,” Shining Armor frowned. “Oh sis, I am so sorry for this.” He nudged Cadence close while leading her away from Twilight’s front door. “Things haven’t been easy on us since the end of the wedding.” He frowned towards Cadence. “The Queen’s attack really took a toll on her and since leaving, she has been swearing up and down that the changelings are still around.”

“That is not what I am saying at all!” Cadence whined. Shining Armor looked upon her with an expression of pity mixed with love.

“I need to get her back to the castle. I am sure Celestia will be able to help relax my wife.” He sighed. “This is not the honeymoon I was expecting but I am willing to sacrifice anything for her.” He nudged her further away from Twilight’s house. “C’mon Cadence. We need to get going.”

“Are you sure she is going to be okay?” Twilight whimpered.

“Twilight…” Cadence whined.

“She will be, I promise.” Shining Armor nosed Cadence closer to their carriage.

“Twilight!” Cadence suddenly shouted. “You cannot trust them! He is not your brother!”

Shining Armor used his magic to lift Cadence off the ground to help her into the carriage. Twilight charged towards them with an angry look blazing within her eyes.

“Wait!” she snapped. She approached her brother, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “How do I know that you are really my brother?”

He frowned down at her. “Twily…”

“Don’t you Twily me. The Queen was able to fool you by copying Cadence. If she can do that, I am sure she can try fooling me by mimicking Shining Armor.”

He sighed. “Your favorite toy as a filly was Smarty Pants. You wanted three goldfish as pets but mom said they were too much responsibility so you made a ten page presentation complete with graphs and charts to show that you can take care of them. Mom was so impressed that she bought you six fish. They died four weeks later when you forgot to change the water.”

Twilight stared into his eyes for several seconds before relaxing her shoulders. “Please get to the castle as quickly as possible.” She gazed over to Cadence. “She means so much to me. It pains me to see her like this.”

“I will.” He kissed his sister on the cheek. “I will write to you as soon as possible to let you know what happens. I am so sorry about this.”

“It’s been a trying day for all of us.” Twilight answered. She watched as her brother got into the carriage. Before he even had a chance to close the carriage door, it drove off in the direction of the castle. Cadence shouted something but the sound of the carriage wheels drowned it out.

“As for you, mister,” she growled while turning towards her house. “How dare you spit fire at…” she gasped. Spike was lying on his back seemingly passed out, his mouth open, his limbs limp.

“Spike!”

Suspicions

“Spike!” Twilight exclaimed while rushing on over to her dragon friend. “Wake up Spike!”

Spike groaned from where he lay. Twilight nudged him with her nose and when that didn’t work, she summoned a bucket a water with her magic. She poured the water onto him causing him to spit and sputter in surprise.

“What did you do that for, Twilight?” Spike rolled over onto his stomach and shook his scales free of water.

Twilight stared down at him. “You passed out!”

“I did not.” He pouted. “I was sleeping.”

“Spike, don’t you remember anything that just happened?”

“Eh?”

“Cadence? Shining Armor? You breathing fire everywhere?”

Spike gave her an odd look. “Twilight, are you okay?”

“They were right here only a couple of seconds ago! How can you not remember?” She raced out of the library to where the carriage had just been but to her dismay, not a track remained. It was as if the carriage, along with her brother and sister-in-law had never existed. “I don’t get it.”

“Twilight,” Spike yawned. “I think you were sleep walking again.”

“Don’t be silly,” She grumbled. “I haven’t slept walked since I was a filly.”

“Look,” Spike yawned again. “We had a very long day. A wedding, changlings, some musical numbers; I think you are just over tired. I know I am.”

Twilight blinked. “I guess you have a point.” She shook her head. “I mean, really, what would Cadence be doing here in Ponyville? They left for their honeymoon hours ago, right? So there is no way that they could have travelled all the way back here so quickly. Especially if she were hoofing it.”

“I’m glad you see my point,” Spike yawned. He scurried on back to his basket and collapsed onto his pillow. “Good night, Twilight.”

Still feeling rather lost and confused, Twilight could only stare out her front door before finally closing it to return to her bath. “Good night, Spike.”

“I had the strangest dream last night,” Twilight told Fluttershy. “I dreamed that Cadence showed up and tried warning me of something.” She frowned. “Though I cannot remember what.”

“Oh,” Fluttershy whispered as she tended her garden. “That sounds dreadful.” She glanced over her shoulder back towards Twilight. “Were you able to go back to sleep?”
“After a while I was able too. I just wish I understood what went on last night. It sure didn’t feel like a dream.”

Fluttershy used her nose to gently nudge a butterfly out of the way so that she could pull a weed. “I am sure it was nothing, Twilight. I think you were just worked up,” she shuddered. “B-Because of the chang…chang…” she whimpered. “The changlings.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Twilight turned her attention towards Ponyville. “Fluttershy?”

“Yes Twilight?”

“Don’t you find it a bit odd that no pony is talking about the changling attack?”

“Whatever do you mean?” Fluttershy spat the weed into her flower basket and moved to gather another one. “Oh,” she sighed. “How I wish I had some of Mrs. Pots Fine and Fresh Flower Power.” Her ears fell against the top of her head. “I’ve read that it is the premiere flower fertilizer in all of Ponyville.” She glanced to Twilight. “And it’s very affordable, did you know that? Only three bits per bag.”

“Uh huh,” Twilight responded without really paying attention. “You know…I thought the changlings had caused a lot more damage than what I am seeing. I mean, they did use some pretty extreme magic. You’d think every pony would be busy repairing their homes.”

“Oh Twilight,” Fluttershy whispered. “Can we not talk about the changlings?” Her fragile body began to shake as she remembered the horrid little monsters. “They really give me the creeps. I really just want to forget that they ever existed.”

Twilight frowned. “Alright, I guess.” She forced a smile for Fluttershy’s sake. “Do you need any more help with your garden?”

Fluttershy shook her head. “No, thank you.” She offered a teensy little smile. “Thank you for keeping me company.”

“Any time,” Twilight responded. “See you later?”

“Of course!” Fluttershy squeaked.

“And so, like, I was like, you know, like, totally in that stallion’s face, and like, I was like, ‘Oh no you didn’t’ and he was totally, like ‘Oh yes I did!’ so I says to him, I says ‘If that is how you be treatin’ me, I will take my business elsewhere!’”

Twilight groaned as she tried to ignore Bon Bon’s ranting. She was complaining, as pre usual, to her friend Lyra who looked bored out of her skull. “Uh huh,” Lyra muttered in between bites of her salad.

Twilight was sitting at the HaySeed Diner in the center of Ponyville. She had ordered a hay and lettuce sandwich but at the moment found that she didn’t have any appetite. She kept dealing with the strange sensation that something just wasn’t right. She spent most of the afternoon wandering Ponyville trying to find any evidence of the changling attack but there was none to be found. She couldn’t fathom how it was possible for so much destruction to vanish overnight. The only explanation would be a very powerful restoration spell but such a spell would contain so much powerful that Twilight would have noticed its activation. Even if she had been asleep during the restoration spell, she would have felt some of its magical power.

“I just could not believe how rude he was.” Bon Bon continued albeit in a different tone of voice. Twilight groaned and covered her ears with her hooves but to no avail. It was as if Bon Bon wanted every pony nearby to hear her story. Twilight swore that there was no other pony in all of Ponyville who enjoyed being the center of attention as Bon Bon. “He insisted that I pay for the damages but I refused. He was the one who got in my way. I was obviously on the right side of the road. It was his fault that he crashed into my cart.”

“Uh huh…” Lyra yawned.

Twilight found that she could not concentrate with all of this yammering. She got her sandwich to go, having it wrapped up in foil than placed into a paper bag. After paying for her meal, she walked out but not before hearing Bon Bon finish her story.

“So lemme tell you this, sweetie pie, in the end, that stallion was mighty mad that I wouldn’t be payin’ for his cart. Not-uh, not no-way, not no-how. That’s now how me family raised me, no siree!”

Twilight rolled her eyes as she left the diner. Had it been her imagination or had Bon Bon just spoke using the same accent that Apple Jack had?

“That pony is quite the troublemaker,” Control muttered to his boss.

“I thought you had a talk with her,” the Pupper Master commented.

“I did, several times in fact. She keeps insisting on trying every single accent she could think of. She thinks it will make her a much more interesting pony. I think she is doing it just to get attention.”

“This is what happens when you use a pony from the local drama club.” The Puppet Master scowled towards Control.

“Shall I send for Bon Bon’s papers?”

“Don’t bother. We’ll just make sure she stays out of Twilight’s path.”

Control nodded while jotting down some notes in his notebook. “Uhm, sir, if you don’t mind me asking, but aren’t you a wee bit concerned that Twilight has started noticing things?”

“Why would I be concerned?” The Puppet Master asked. “We have already established it within Twilight’s mind that there are beings who can alter reality with so much as a snap of the claws. If she cannot figure things out – which I know she will not – she will just chalk it up to it being unexplainable. Wasn’t that the reason we introduced her to Pinkie’s so-called ‘Pinkie Sense’? So that Twilight would stop questioning things once an answer cannot be found?”

“I guess,” Control replied. “Still, I am not so sure we shall rule it out. She has proven herself before.”

“I respect your opinion and I will take it under console.” The Puppet Master responded. Control knew from previous experience that his employer was being quite serious. The Puppet Master was anything if not reasonable and if Control voiced a legitimate concern than the Puppet Master would take it into consideration.

“That is all I ask.” Control said with a faint smile.

The Puppet Master looked towards the orb that fed them a constant stream of Twilight’s activities. The orb was powered by the Puppet Master’s own magic, a faint white coloration that encased the Puppet Master’s horn. Control had never seen a unicorn quite as powerful. Even the Princesses bowed to his employer’s power.

“I think it is time to distract our dear little Twilight,” the Puppet Master said. “Is she still on hold?”

“She waits eagerly.” Control chuckled.

The Puppet Master nodded. “Good. Give Trixie a call and let her know that it’s time.”

“With pleasure,” Control replied.