Lyra's Mishap

Uh oh…

This… this can’t have happened.

All I meant to do was… but somehow…

Princess Celestia will NOT be happy about this…

-=- Earlier that morning -=-

*Yawn!* Wow, I doubt I’ve ever slept that well before. As I climb out of bed, I notice Bon Bon slowly stirring next to me, and I debate leaning over to give her a little peck on the cheek, but decide against it, continuing out of the room and into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. As I grab the hayseed and bread out of the cupboard and prepare a couple sandwiches, I slowly start to question my existence, something I’ve always attempted to avoid doing, but yet somehow it creeps into my mind like a bug, and then bites me on the butt. As I’m deep in thought, I hear a deep voice call my name.

“Lyra…” the voice says. “Lyra… it’s time…”

“Huh? Who is that? What do you mean, ‘it’s time’?” I say out loud. Either I’m hearing voices or perhaps… someone is trying to tell me something important.

“Lyra… hurry…” The voice seems to be getting… higher in pitch?

“Hurry for what?” I ask.

“HURRY UP AND MAKE BREAKFAST ALREADY!!!” A shrill voice blasts. All of a sudden, reality comes back to me, and who other do I see but Bon Bon standing across the counter from me, with an extremely pissed look on her face. “Snap out of it! You’ve been standing there for almost an hour doing nothing! Are you okay?” The last sentence was much softer and caring than the others, but that’s just typical Bon Bon, changing her mood mid-paragraph.

“Yeah, I’m fine Bons, just a bit… disorientated.” I rub my forehead with my hoof, hoping perhaps that will help me get back to reality. “I just heard a voice. It said…” I pause for a second, trying to recall what the voice had said. “Oh yeah, it said ‘it’s time’.” I look up to her, and she has a puzzled look on her face.

“Your hearing voices? Are you going crazy? Oh, who am I kidding you’ve always been crazy.” She says, shrugging. “You should really get that checked out though, that’s the third time this week you’ve gone all distant like that.”

Maybe I should see a doctor, but that voice, that deep voice, what did it mean? Does it mean anything at all, or is Bon Bon right, that I’m just going crazy? I decide I will ponder this later, as Bon Bon is still standing there, still glaring at me. I finish up making the sandwiches and hand one to her on a plate.

“Finally!” She exclaims, plopping down on the couch sideways with the plate in front of her. As she begins to bite into her sandwich, I slide into my favorite position on the couch, sitting upright, and place the plate with my untouched sandwich on my lap. I focus my magic on the sandwich, and it levitates in the air. I bring it close to my mouth and begin to chow down. All of a sudden, Bon Bon puts down her sandwich, and says,

“You know, I think I know why you’re zoning out so much lately.”

“Oh really? Why?” I ask.

“It’s the way you sit. Nopony else sits like that, and they don’t have these weird moments like you have. Perhaps your blood is rushing to your plot or something and is interfering with your senses.”

“Bon Bon, you know that’s not true. I’ve been sitting like this for much longer than I’ve been getting these moments. Your just looking for another way to criticize my way of sitting!”

She always gives me hay about sitting weirdly. Anything she can do to get me to stop sitting like this. She says it’s “embarrassing” for her to have to sit next to me in public, that other ponies look at us weird. I try not to let her get to my head. As much as I would love for her to be my special somepony, our relationship as friends is tight enough. I’m surprised she chose to sleep in my bed last night instead of hers. Maybe she’s starting to warm up to me. That would be a relief. All the times I’ve wished for her to sleep with me, and maybe even do a little cuddling… but I know she would never want to. Her standards are too high to try anything with me, which saddens me a bit.

I try to finish my sandwich and head out as fast as possible. I give Bon Bon a quick “G’bye!” as I trot out the door. Now then, I can finally think about that voice in my head without someone interrupting me. That voice, it almost sounded like it was… not a pony’s voice. It sounded… foreign. It sounded… OOMPH!

I jump back slightly, not realizing what just happened. At my hooves is Twilight Sparkle, sprawled on the ground, and about 4 or 5 books all fallen around her.

“Lyra! Could you please watch where you’re going? These books need to be in pristine condition.” She complains, picking up her books with her magic and putting them back into a neat stack on top of her back.

“Sorry Twi, I have a lot on my mind right now. I’ll be more careful next time, I promise.” I notice her perk her ears up after I mention I have a lot on my mind.

“Is there any problems that I as a good friend could help you solve?” She says, grinning, creepily if I might add.

“I doubt you could help me with it…” I reply.

“Well, what is it you need help with?” She asks encouragingly. It’s almost like she enjoys fixing problems, I wouldn’t be surprised if she hasn’t gone a day without helping one of her friends. I mean, I get that it’s her assignment here in Ponyville, but still, she seems too eager.

“I’m… hearing voices…” I say, quietly so no one else can here.

“Hmm.” Twilight thinks for a second.

I raise an eyebrow at her.

She realizes my confusion, and remarks, “What you need is science, and I’m JUST the pony for the job!”