Knowing the truth

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.