Glimglam meets shimsham

written suggestion:A cute optionally ship green of Sunburst(misread as Sunset) and Starlight?

>be you
>be starlight glimmer
>Your story begins, with a book.
>actually more of a wrong turn
>You had been living in the castle for quite some time now, and still could not get any sense of direction in this stupid place.
>everything was so big and same-y, and not the good kind like when you had lived in that vilalge
>then again that wasn't a good same-y either.
>you sighed frustratedly as she walked into....
>the library
>not the kitchen.
>The library.
>Fuck
>your stomach grumbles
>but your legs are exhausted
>You curse at the open air as you make you way to a spot in the library that had all the evidence of you alicorn teacher having been there.
>books stacked far too high
>a inversely sized stack of books consisting of only six,
>the book on the desk was shut with a very long bookmark left sticking out
>you sit in the chair looking at most of the books.
>each one is about the subject of dragon puberty
>you look at the book laying in front of you
>'So your adopted dragon son is becoming an adult'
>You groan loudly and so does your stomach as you slump down your head thudding into the book.
>this sucks
>your hungry
>shit with spike is happening.
>You're about to-
"ow!"
>Who the fuck drops a book on you!
>Gravity of course
>a dark red leather bound book lays in front of you now.
>a bright yellow and red sun symbol is emblazoned across it as you look down on it
>it's also vibrating.
>you stare at the book a few second before opening it, flipping through it's pages
>it's a journal, you think, or at least some of the pages start out like that.
>toward the later end you not the pages start reading like letters.
and you rwach the final page as you watch the words magically appear
>"Dear Princess Twilight Sparkle"

--

>You are still Starlight Glimmer
>and right now you are watching a book literally write itself in front of you
>the glowing text continue to squiggle and wiggle along the paper shaping words
"Dear princess Twilight Sparkle,
Everything is doing okay since you last visited. We all miss you and are hoping you visit again. Especially the other Twilight, we really need to come up with a better reference term for her. She's absolutely enthralled with the idea of alternate universes, she wants to run tests on you
>there's an extended pause at the paper
>gears are turning in your head right now
>There's ANOTHER Twilight.
>oh por el culo soles
>the letters appear again
"hopefully, we can talk her out of it if you visit again. but relatively speaking, everything has been quiet; no magic outbursts, no evil student or teachers. Everything at canterlot high has been uneventful, kind of boring actually when you think about it, they anounced the summer class camping trip for the summer break, we'll be going to the Everfree Forest. Hopefully that doesn't blow up in our faces. anyway, it's getting late, I'll write again soon.
Your Faithful Student, Sunset Shimmer"
>Faithful Student
>Hold
>The Fuck
>Up.
>You're not the first student?!
>a twist of jealousy pulls through your stomach as you reread the letter multiple times trying to make sense of it all
>there's another universe
>That Twilight has been to
>There's a pony there named Sunset Shimmer
>And She's Twilights Student.
>You push yourself out of the chair, the creek echoing in the large library
>you being pacing all sort of unpleasant feelings rushing around in your mind
>Twilight isn't being honest
>she's never told you about another student
>let alone one in another universe
>You thought you were the first student!
>darn it
>you knew she seemed to confident to not be a teacher normally.
>you pull up a nearby quill and put it to the paper

--

>You are now Sunset Shimmer and you do not question this particular narrative shift.
>The lean back in your desk chair looking up at the ceiling.
>You keep writing
>Twilight last wrote to you about three months ago.
>You poke at your journal, sighing with frustration before getting up and popping the knuckles on your fingers one at a time
>You have algebra.
>Algebra is boring
>but algebra is necessity.
>you fish around in your handbag for your phone and earbuds with the knowlege of your assignment being long enough that queing up a playlist of witty automobile reviews sprinkled in with jokes aimed at the 18 and up set would help make the slog tolerabl-
>The book is vibrating.
>..huh..
>you open the book at the most recent page.
>The ink color is a very pale blue
>That is definitely not Twilight writing in this book at all.
"Dear-"
>the writing is very..printed
>non-offensive, very clearly
>You'd never expect a single "Dear" to be almost frightening.
"Dear Sunset Shimmer.
I'm going to be honest, I wasn't expecing to find this letter to Twilight. But it is very interesting to meet you, even if it's only through written word"
>a sense of discomfort washes over you
>all sort of terrible ideas fill you
>someones kidnapped twilight?
>snuck their way into her castle?
>fuck!
>This feel is not a good feel
"I wasn't expecting her to have another student"
>your stomach clenches
>what.
"So imagine my surprise when I find this book and discover your letters, it's very interesting"
>You immediately swipe up the book, grab the accompanying magic quill and scribbled down a very hasty 'who are you?'
>several seconds pass
"My name is Starlight Glimmer"
>you very quickly write another 'how did you get the journal?"
" I found it"
>"How?"
"I think I'll keep that to myself"
>it's written words, but you can sense a massive shit eating grin behind it
>you agressively close the book.
>You need to do homework

--

>You are Starlight Glimmer
>and you feel very pleased with yourself
>you weren't expecting your message to get interrupted
>but you think that everything went just fine
>you write a few 'pleasantries' in the form of very passive statements
>no resopnses
>just fine
>"Starllight are you in here?"
>twilight calls at you
>FINALLY!
>Foood!
>your stomach grumbles as you begin to trot toward her, only to pause
>this is faaar to big an opportunity to let get away from you
>you grab the journal book with your magic tucking it away
>tuck it where?
>the writer doesn't know, because you don't wear clothes.
>"So what were you doing in here?" Twilgit asks as you meet up with her at the doo
"I got lost"
>"again?"
>you sigh with much sense of defeat
"Yes"
>"I'm gonna have to draw a map for you, aren't I?"
"it probably wouldn't hurt to consider"
>so where did you original intend to end up?
"Well I was, and still am hungry, so I was looking for the kitchen"
>Twilight giggles a moment and motions with her hoof.
>she leads you down the hallway
>4 doors down
>on the left
>The kitchen
"So, who built this place exactly?"
>There;s very little in the way to show the annoyance in your voice
>"a mystery box that fell out of a tree" Twilight smiles awkwardly
"is the box still around?"
>you've done weirder things this doesn't make you flinch
>"in the ground" she rubs one of her legs "kind of the source for the roots of the whole castle"
>you will never know the feeling of smashing a box with a terrible sense of building composition
>not a good feel at all.
>minutes pass and you finally have a sandwhich to nom down and fill your stomach with
>you sigh with much content and then assure Twilight you can find your way back to your room
>the only room in this castle you odn't need help finding
>and you do find it with out help
>you pull the book from where ever you had it tucked away in
>what are you gonna do now?
>you begin to ponder the things you can do with this thing

--

>You stare at the book
>The book connecting to another pony
>in another universe.
>you pace around occasionally bouncing
>you would have thought you'd come up with a way to mess with this pony at this point.
>the book suddenly vibrates
>you open it and read the page
>"what have you done with Twilight?"
>you pick up your quill and write a very simple
"what do you mean?"
>"I know you're not Twilights student, liar"
>you snirk, grinning as you read the words
>She things you're evil!
>well...had she known you earlier this year she wouldn't be wrong.
>semantics.
>you grab your quill and start writing
"why whatever do you mean with that?"
>what have you done with twilight
"oh safe, trust me"
>you draw a little smile-y face to punctuate the sentance
>"what have you done to her?!"
"oh, nothing at all, honest"
>the skin under your fur is tingling with excitement as you imagine how she'd react
>"I'm not playing around here, what did you do?"
>you're going to continue being honest
"I took away her cutie mark"
>"WHAT?!"
>the letters are larged and the printing is incredible messy and hurried
'And then imprisoned her for a week"
>it took several minutes for the next response
>"Where is she now?"
>Again, still honest
>"she's in the castle with me, so is spike"
>was that even relevant?
>probably not
>"give me a good reason why I shouldn't come there and stop you."
>oh dear.
>you do not want that
>Time to continue being honest!
"because I'm reformed and am actually her student"
>more silence
>you're actually feeling a little anxious
>did you go to far?
>"You're not really evil?"
>you write back
"not anymore at least"
>several moments of silence follow
>you write
"you don't believe me, do you?"
>"so how did they reform you?"
"It'd take up way too many pages to even begin"
>you honestly have no idea where to begin
>"well, maybe we can talk that out later, but right now. it's getting a bit late and I need to"
>you close the book.
>What the hell?