The Wrong Wagon

by Dragon-In-Black

Rating: teen
Tags: Tragedy, Profanity, Random, Violence, Death, Garble, Anthro, Main 6, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Spike
Length: 1461

Spike is on a mission to kill Gilda Griffin. There is only one problem... she has a twin sister.

Spike is on a mission to kill Gilda Griffin, but the problem is that Gilda has a twin sister. Spike should have researched more.

Published 2021-01-21 19:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2021-01-21 19:00:00 UTC

1 - You Gotta Be Kidding

Spike was walking the streets of Griffinstone, holding a bomb inside a bag. Spike had gotten a mission from the Draconian Mafia to kill a Griffin by the name of: Gilda Griffin. Spike knew the idiot very well. She had come by Ponyville once, and bullied everypony except Rainbow Dash. Pinkie Pie had become smart and made a party just for her, where she was purposely was pranked by Pinkie. She had shown her true colours, and Rainbow ended her friendship with her.

Years later, Spike is now right here in her home country slash land, however you wanna call it. He was not really happy about killing Gilda, but she had been causing the mafia some trouble. They had to pay the Ponyville Police Department several times because of false accusations. Spike wasn’t even sure if it was Gilda or other mafia families doing so. Then again, he didn’t care either, he was loyal to the family and he was not looking into getting arrested because somepony or creature couldn’t shut their mouth.

“Fucking idiot…” Spike muttered to himself, as he continued to walk down the street of Griffinstone. He was wearing a black trench coat with a black fedora hat. He was also wearing black fancy pants and shoes. He had a ballester-Molina pistol inside his trench coat, and that was just if everything went to shit.

Spike then saw the house, a large stone house, with two windows on either side, with a wagon in the driveway. Spike grinned evilly, as he started sneaking towards the house. He was trying his best to not make any noise, and it worked for a little bit. He managed to sneak up to the driveway, and he hid behind the wagon when he saw a head on one of the windows. It was female, and she was whistling to a tune that sounded strangely happy.

Spike carefully crouched down and crawled under the wagon. He then opened up the bag and pulled out a dynamite that was connected to seven in one. Spike then pulled out some tape and placed the dynamite in his right claw and attached it to the roof of the wagon and placed the tape in the middle. He then pulled out a string that would make the dynamite go off when Gilda closed the door.

Spike managed to attach everything and nodded to himself. The string was attached to the fuel system of the wagon, and would go off as soon as Gilda closed the door. Spike carefully listened to the whistling but it sounded so far away. He left the bag on the ground beneath the wagon and crawled out. When he was out, he looked over to the window where he had seen the head. Nothing. Spike nodded to himself and ran as quick and quietly as possible, away from the location.

The Griffin who had been whistling the happy tune, was inside the house, cleaning, and making sure they had everything they needed and saw that it was essential to have some more meat. She and her sister had decided to host a grill party, and saw that the meat would not be enough for the whole party.

“I’ll get some more at the store.” She said, in a happy tone. She grabbed her purse and headed outside. She walked around the small lawn as she got inside the wagon. She had just closed the wagon door when: BOOM!

The explosion was heard throughout Griffinstone. Several Griffins rushed outside with their rifles and other weapons that they had in their homes. The Griffin inside the home of the Griffin in the wagon, she rushed out and saw the fire and smelt the burnt flesh. She fell to her knees and saw as the flames burnt every inch of the wagon… and her sister.

“BERTHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!” Gilda shouted for her dead twin sister…

Spike heard the scream and chuckled a little bit. He didn’t know that Gilda’s middle or last name was Bertha. Who would have thought? As he ran towards the wagon he had used to get there, he couldn’t help but feel like he had made a mistake. Though, he did not know why that was.

“Probably just my mind playing tricks on me… again.” Spike said, to himself as he recalled all the other times when his mind had been playing tricks on him.

He reached his wagon and started the engine that he had built himself. He drove off back to Ponyville, not realising that he had just accidentally killed the wrong Griffon.

The next morning, Spike woke up with a jolt. He had overslept again! He started hating himself for always oversleeping. He felt bad for just abandoning Twilight like that. It wasn’t even his intentions. He may work for the Draconian Mafia, but he still helped Twilight with the library and his other friends. His marefriend; Applejack, was well aware of what he was doing and couldn’t help but worry. He could get killed at any given moment.

He had done so much for her and her family. He had given all of his earnings to them to help their farm, and helped them when they needed it. He had even brought over a few dragon friends of his who had helped them out. They had even sworn to protect them from other rival mafia families.

Spike dressed himself and walked downstairs. He thought he’d prepare breakfast, but as it turns out: Garble had made breakfast in his place. He was watching the bacon as it burnt on the pan. He then turned and saw Spike stand there in his usual attire. He smiled at him.

“Morning Spike, I decided to come by and pick you up, but Twilight said that you were asleep so I decided to make breakfast. Hope you aren’t too mad at me, because Twilight said that you didn’t allow her in the kitchen except to eat, or get a quick snack or drink.” Garble said, making Spike chuckle. It was true: he didn’t allow Twilight in the kitchen for food making.

“Yes, I don't allow Twilight in the kitchen to make food. I swear, the times she has made food, I'm surprised that I or she hasn’t died from food poisoning.” Spike said, making Garble laugh. The red scaled dragon had become friends with Spike after they had a run-in with each other. Garble had become a slave to some pony population that didn’t exist or belong to the Equestrian map. Spike helped him, and they became good friends even though Garble is haunted by what he had done and said to him.

Suddenly, six mares walked into the room and Spike knew who it was. “Sorry I overslept Twilight, I had a rough night.” Spike said, as he turned to look towards a moderate violet eyed mare, with dark sapphire blue with moderate purple and brilliant raspberry streaked mane. She looked down at Spike and looked slightly worried. She was wearing the clothes from the human world that strangely doesn’t change when she goes through. The only change there is that she doesn’t have a horn or wings. That is the only change there is.

“AYYY!! Gilda had a twin sister!” Rainbow Dash said, as she looked at her phone in shock. She had rainbow coloured hair and had moderate cerise eyes, with pale, light grayish cerulean coat. She was hovering like she usually does, and had a shocked expression on her face.

“What do you mean with had? Don’t you mean have?” Fluttershy asked, shyly as she was looking over at her athletic friend. She had moderate cyan eyes, bubblegum pink mane and tail. She had a pale, light grayish gold coat.

Rainbow Dash shook her head sadly. “Apparently her sister died in a bombing yesterday. The wagon seemed to have dynamite on it. It exploded when the sister closed the door.” Rainbow said, making every mare look at her in complete shock. Spike and Garble simply froze. He had not gotten Gilda.

“Shit…” Spike whispered to himself, and Garble nodded towards that. Damn, they had not killed Gilda! The boss was gonna be angry. Not at him or Spike, he would be simply angry that the plan didn’t work.

Applejack looked over at Spike’s direction and read his face. She could see shock and anger. She sighed. She knew he had done it. He was the only one who could have done it. That anger wasn’t anger of something that had failed as a team. That was anger at something you haven’t accomplished yourself.

Spike and Garble looked at each other and only said one thing that they could hear. “Fuck.”