“Um lemme see where is it, oh wait, here it is,” said Twilight as she picked up the next book in the saga Daring Doo, for Rainbow Dash. She usually came around this time for the next book. Her House was inside of a tree. It only had three rooms; the living/library room, Spike’s room, and the bathroom. To get to his room you had to go up some short steps along the curve of the tree. Next to the stairs there was a couch that went along with the stairs. Then when you walked in there was a table on the left, and a chair kind of on the left side, a bit closer to the door than the middle.
Then all of a sudden Rainbow Dash burst into the room with a *bang*. She flew in and crashed into all the bookshelves, and she came in through the door. Twilight made note to call Apple Jack at a later date to fix the door. She had a variety of books, of all different colors, and the shelves were all a light brown color, all the books scattered on the floor when Rainbow Dash flew in. They only fell on the left side, because she came in at an angle, Twilight laughed, not in a mean, way just in a nice, jokey way. She laughed as she lifted her hoof up to her face. “What brings you here, Rainbow Dash?” Twilight said in a sarcastic way. She already knew that she was here for the book.
“I just wanted the next, um,” Rainbow hesitated, because she saw Spike at the door, he had a black eye, and some bruises, he looked sad, but who would look happy after living with your supposed, “best friend” for hundreds of years. Spike only looked at her for a second, but then quickly shut the door quietly. If Twilight found out he would surely be hit again, “Book in, uh Daring Doo.”
“Ah yes, here you go,” said Twilight as she used her magic to pick up the book, that she just dropped when Rainbow “entered” the room, for Rainbow Dash.
“Thanks,” said Rainbow, wanting to leave as quickly as she could. Her expression was sad; you could tell she was anxious to leave. She started to fly up in the air.
“Wait! Don’t you want some tea, or some food?” Twilight said in a pleading voice, she got bored a lot, and she wanted some company, other than Spike of course.
“No thanks, gotta go,” said Rainbow Dash flying into the air, she didn’t feel comfortable at Twilight’s house, especially now with Spike’s black eye. She was wondering how he got it as she flew around, she didn’t know where to go, but flying always made her feel better. Outside it was about two o’clock, and the sun wasn’t really out, there were some clouds blocking it, “Let’s just fix that,” Rainbow dash thought to herself. After she cleared the sky, she felt better, but she still felt bad, so she just continued to fly in the sky.
As Rainbow Dash flew in the air she was conflicted on how to feel in her heart, she knew that if she did anything that Princess Celestia would kill, exile, or even torture her for such actions, but she wondered, “If Celestia wasn’t there would I stop her?” but she quickly dismissed it, it wasn’t her fault or problem. However she couldn’t shake the feeling in the back of her head that she should do something, so she decided to fly to Apple Jack’s farm, if anyone could be able to talk about this it would be her, and she was the toughest pony in Ponyville after all. As she was flying through the air to Apple’s, she thought about how she would talk to Apple about it.
When she got there, she still wasn’t sure how to approach the subject. As Apple Jack’s farm came into view you could see the different sections of apple trees; the one to the right was picked apples, the middle were being picked, and the last one to the left were almost ready to be picked. There were paths in between the sections, and Apple jack had one full cart behind her, and Apple Bloom was behind her with another cart full of apples, kind of. It was more like 3/4ths full. They were both headed to the barn.
The barn was well made, and closed off. It was all red, except for the door, it was white, and the beams that supported it were hard plywood, and it was white. As she flew down, she saw Apple Jack seeing her, and telling Apple Bloom to take the carts in side. Apple Jack quickly opened the door, and put hers inside, and Apple Bloom put hers next to it, and went to their club house to the left.
The club house was past the left section, and continued on a gravel road to it. It was finely sanded, had one window, and was pink, except for the brown ladder/steps.
This is where the edited version will stop, I need to edit more, please excuse the lack of detail later on in the story, Intend to improve it.
“Well howdy Rainbow, what brings you here?”
“I wanted to talk to you about… Spike…and Twilight” Rainbow Dash said this so quietly Apple Jack didn’t hear it, but when she did, she reacted in such an extraordinary way, she acted as if she didn’t hear it, and just walked off, her body language was saying, don’t talk to me, and at the same time she was looking around, as if Celestia was gonna come in, and kill her right there.
She did, however, say, “Get out,” in a very soft, stern way.
Rainbow Dash didn’t know what to do, if the toughest pony round’ couldn’t even talk about it, who could DO anything about it? As Rainbow Dash started to fly away she started to wonder if Celestia’s Sister, Princess Luna, was evil or not. Her thought process was that if one of them had to be evil, obviously it was Celestia, so why would she be telling the truth about what happened to her.
Princess Celestia told all the ponies that Luna became bitter, while all the ponies frolicked in Celestia’s day. They shunned her beautiful night. She refused to lower the moon, and wanted to plunge the earth in eternal night, but Celestia stopped it from happening, by banishing her to the moon, this is why there is a pony shape on the moon, and where she got her name, “Nightmare Moon”. But Rainbow Dash didn’t believe it was true, mostly because Celestia never cared about anyone except her and her best pupil, Twilight.
She wanted to find out for sure or not so she stetted out for Zecora’s house. She that Zecora would know at-least something about Luna. She would normally go to Twilight for stuff like this, but again she didn’t feel comfortable there anymore.
Spike’s life was… sorrowful, and he was very isolated from the world. Twilight would make him stay in his room all the time. His room was almost completely brown, if it weren’t for the red line in the middle of the wall. There were only two things in his room; a basket (from which he slept) and a bookshelf, with a substantial amount of books.
He was hit often by Twilight, and he would play a game he devised, he called it, “You tell I don’t”. Whenever she told him to do something he would either not do it, or do it very slowly. This wouldn’t make her not hit him, but over the years, he did the math, she would only hit him 6.3% more than if he didn’t play.
The reason Twilight is over protective and over stimulating, is because the first week of having Spike out of the egg. Twilight loved him; she was nice, petted him, and taught him things. But Luna said, “Honey, keeping a dragon is a lot of work. Be sur-,”
“I KNOW WHAT I’M DOING!” she was only a child then, and she got so mad and scared that Luna might take her away. Ever since she didn’t want him going anywhere, and she also grew tired of him, but she wouldn’t let him go. So when she got tired of him, she just started to beat him.
Today, however, wasn’t much different from others. When he got up he just read books. Until he heard a *BANG*, he thought Twilight fell or something so he opened the door, looking for Twilight. Only to see Rainbow Dash instead, he quickly shut the door. He had been hit earlier in the day, and he didn’t want to be hit again.
What happened was, is Spike was reading his book, until he had to go to the bathroom, so he hoped out (This was about 11:00 AM), and started to walk to the bathroom. The bathroom was all white, when you entered the house if you went slightly left, there was the bathroom. It had a toilet in the right corner, a sink to the right closer to the door, and a bathtub/shower to the left. There wasn’t anything on the sink, except a mirror hanging on the wall above it. It was white as well. The room had white sailboats all along the wall.
And as he was taking a number two, Twilight walked in, “What do you think you’re doing?” said Twilight, like what the hell; I’ve told you this already.
“Going to the bathroom,” he knew, by the tone of her voice, that she wanted him to get out, but she hadn’t told him to stay out, so why the hell not?
“You go outside!” screamed Twilight as she pushed Spike off the toilet, and into the wall. Then she said, “Pick up your shit, and eat it,” Twilight acted as if it wasn’t a big deal, and why didn’t you do it already?
“From the toilet?”
"Yes, and next time you go outside," Twilight said over her shoulder.
As he picked it up from the toilet water, he opened the window just slightly, and started to throw it all out. It was warm, gooey, and worst of all still fresh. When he was done, he got up, and left.
Twilight didn’t bother him again till around 1:00.“Get down here!” yelled Twilight, like a parent would, and you wouldn’t know if you were in trouble, or if they just wanted to tell you something.
“Oh god,” Spike thought, “I forgot to close the window, shit,” Spike thought this as he walked down the steps. “Yes, Spike said in the most endearing way he possibly could.
“What’s this?” they were in the bathroom now, and Twilight lifted her hoof to the window.
“An open window,” said Spike, with a smile like, ‘is it really that bad, hmm?’
“Yes, and I looked outside, only to find your poop on the grass.”
“Pff, that’s a dog’s,” said Spike trying to piss of Twilight by contradicting her.
“Oh really, than eat it.”
“No,” when Twilight heard that she flipped; her was punched in the eye, kicked in the stomach, and then thrown outside through the window into the poop.
“Come back inside, and don’t wipe that poop off you.”
Spike didn’t care his room already smelt like shit. He had to go to the bathroom outside, but he wasn’t aloud outside, so he had to go to the bathroom in his room. By the time he got to his room he pulled out a big leaf he saw before he came inside, and wiped it all off. This was how he kept his room, moderately clean.
Once he was finished, he wanted to finish the book he picked out for half the day. Every day he would pick out to books; one for the morning, the second for the evening. He only had one page left. The book was about an elf who had lost power that was rightfully hers, and she was gonna get it back. The book was all blue, no cover.
