Thirty Minute Pony Stories
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obselescence Planned Obselescence -
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His mind raced as the Elements of Harmony failed to initiate the spell, and he watched in dismay as the others continued to act so horribly to each other. Watched as Twilight stared at Discord with a snarl, as the abomination laughed and laughed over the massive joke he’d played on them all.
He had to get away, to think. The little dragon quickly spoke a simple lie of cleaning the library before running to the still open door.
He didn’t know what to do, he could never replace Rainbow Dash as the Element of Loyalty, couldn’t even help Twilight in her moment of need. “Some assistant I am,” he said with a soft sigh, sniffing as he felt his eyes fill with tears. “All I’m good for is messaging the Princess.”
He entered the library and was closing the door when his eyes widened. “Messaging the Princess?” His voice came out in a soft whisper before he shouted in glee. “Messaging the Princess!”
Spike ran as fast as his little legs could carry him, stumbling and tripping his way up the stairs to the bedroom he and Twilight shared. With a crash he slammed the door open and dived on the desk in the corner, scaled claws scratching the wood in his frantic search.
“Haha!” cried the little assistant as he pulled out a quill and roll of parchment. With a hurried scribble he began to write.
Princess Celestia,
We need help! Discord is winning. Rainbow Dash is missing, and the others are acting weird. The whole place is turned upside-down and Twilight can’t fix it.
If you can do anything to help. Anything! Please, do something.
-Spike
He inhaled deeply and breathed on the parchment, watching with worry as the ashes mixed with his flame and flew towards Canterlot. He sat down in his basket and waited, knowing this was the best he could do for now.
Spike didn’t wait for long before his stomach rumbled to warn him of what was coming. With a mighty belch his letter returned, a small note scribbled under it.
I apologize for what is about to happen, please bear with it as best you can, Spike.
- Celestia
He stared at the parchment, confusion evident on his face before the rumbling happened again.
He belched another parchment, jaw going slack as he recognized the writing.
“Oh no, she couldn’t be.” He glanced towards Canterlot again, trembling as the horror of his realization struck him. “She wouldn’t!” His tummy rumbled again in disagreement, and Spike stared down at the letter in his hand, eyes wide in fear.
He belched another letter.
And another.
And another.
The belching and rumbling in his stomach continued as letter after letter was conjured into the bedroom. Spike fell into his bed with a groan, hoping that Twilight would come back soon.
She arrived twenty-five letters later.
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