Twilight Oneshot

Twight?
>No response
Twilight!?
>Still no reponse.
Twiiiiiliiiiiight!!
>”What!? Celestia, Anon, you don’t have to shout!”
Are you coming to bed or what?
>Twilight frowns and rolls her eyes for the five hundredth time tonight.
>"I tooooold you that I'm not going to be until I get this spell right!"
>The poor girl has been working herself to the bone. Ever since you buried all your books in Applejacks field, she'been pretty cross with you and she's resigned herself to learn new spells.
>Apparently she was going to learn something new, whether it was you forbidden knowledge, or more spells.
I don't know why you're still mad.
>Twilight turns around and glares at you.
>"Because you're keeping secrets!"
I let you read all those stories and medical journals didn't I?
>"Yes but!... You did but I still don't know what could possibly be in those others ones that would make you hide them from me!"
>Twilights face is flushed with frustration.
Twi, there are a lot more bad humans than good ones. There's a lot of history behind those books that you'd need to learn before reading them, and a lot more anachronistic context to them.
>Twilight huffs and heads back down stairs.
Good night then!
>You pause for affect.
Love you Twi!
>You sit and smile for a few second before Twilight pops her around the corner, blushing up a storm.
>"Loveyoutoo."
>You smile again and pull up the covers, hearing Spike gag from the next room over.
Oh please.

>You are Twilight Sparkle.
>Divulger of secrets.
>And tonight you're going to find where Anon hid those books. And you are going to read them!
>You just managed to finished your last test before Anon called you upstairs.
>Now you can enter his mind and figure out where he hid his books.
>You can't help but remember when you accidentally summoned Anon.
>The picture of him buried under a pile of books makes you giggle.
>Mostly at how flustered he was when you introduced yourself.

>You've waited for about an hour now, and you can hear Anon snoring from the bedroom.
>Time to execute your plan.
>You tip hoof up to the bedroom and charge the spell.
>Your heart starts to pound as you inch up to Anon, scared that you're going to wake him.
>In a single flash you cast the spell sending you into Anons mind and back out with the information you need.
>You wring your hooves mannically.
>Now for part two of your plan. If Pinkie is on her mark she should be waiting for you with the shovels.


>You are Anon.
>And it's too late for you to be sleeping.
>You look over at the clock on your table. It reads twelve o'clock on the mark.
>Why hasn't Twilight woken you up yet?
>You shrug as you get up and get dressed.
>The poor girl must have worked herself silly and conked out on the couch after you went to bed.
>Heading down the stairs you can hear Twilight scuffling around.
>Rounding the corner you expect to see scrolls and tomes scattered across the floor.
Oh shit.
>You stomach drops at the sight of a large, wooden chest, covered in dirt in the middle of the library.
>Oh god she didn't.
>Before Twilight can see you, you spring over to the chest and find that the lock you put on it is broken.
>That means...
>"ANON!!"
>Twilight immediately jumps into your arms upon seeing you.
>You'd be livid if you didn't feel tears soaking through your shirt.
>"Anon! Anon please tell me it isn't true!"
>Shit.
>"Please tell me it isn't what I think it is!"
>Oh god she must have found Mein Kampf, or The Prince, or the Malleus Malificarum.
>"Please tell me those weren't people in that cellar!!"
>What.
>Twilight looks up at you with her puffy bloodshot eyes.
>"H-humans wouldn't d-do that... Would they?... "
Do what?
>You look at the table across from you and see a tattered copy of The Road.
>Oh.
>"Th-they wouldn't eat each other right? H-humans are nice, like you, right?"
>You feel your hear break, then melt.
>The little purple pony presses her face into your chest and sobs.
>You're torn between telling her the truth and comforting her.
>...
It is Twilight...
>She looks up at you in horror before burying her face and using your shirt as a handkerchief.
But only the worst of the worst do that. And humans are taught to punish cannibals in all forms.
>Twilight continues to cry as you pick her up and stroke her mane.
The human who wrote that was a man named Cormac McCarthy, when he wrote it he wanted to make a statement and bring out emotions in us. The whole point of that book is to make people look at themselves and ask what they would do in that situation, it's only natural for anyone to react.
>You lean down and kiss her on the forehead.
>Twilight looks up at you a smiles slightly, but quickly looks away.
>"Y-you're not mad are you?..."
>You smile and pull her up on your chest while you lie down on the couch.
No I'm not. There are still some books that I think we should hold off on, but... I'd be willing to read them with you and teach you all there is to know about them.
>All the fear and sadness melts away from her.
>"Oh thank you Anon!"
>You lean up and kiss her.
>She frowns while look back over at the table where The Road is.
>"You would protect me if that happened right?"
>You heart melts again.
You're my princess Twi... Of course I would.