Life of Twi

Morning

>"Good morning, Twilight!"
>You yawn, as Spike wakes you up
>He usually does this, even though you can wake yourself up
>In fact, he usually does it at least thirty minutes before you would normally wake yourself up
>You've gotten used to it, by now
>But you can't help but feel like he's getting some sort of petty revenge on you just by doing this
>Oh, whatever
>Not like it matters anyway
>You roll out of your bed, stretching out your forelegs and your hindlegs
"Oh, good morning, Spike," you shake your bedhead mane, attempting to get it back to it's usually Twilight-y state, "How early did you wake up this time?"
>"Oh, just an hour. Nothing extreme."
"Can I assume that you've made breakfast?"
>"Do ponies have tails?"
>You chuckle at his comment, trotting towards the nearby mirror
>Grabbing a comb with your magic, you start to actually comb out your mane instead of shaking it out
>You feel like that's something Rainbow Dash does
>She'd be lazy enough to do it
>Or maybe it's just the wind that styles it like that
>You never really thought about it before
>You look at your mane with a smile, now that you look more like yourself
>Your tail's still frizzy, though…
>Eh, you'll fix it during breakfast
>You start to trot down the stairs, Spike following closely behind
>Passing the main room, you and your dragon brother make a left into the kitchen
>And--Holy moly on a cannoli!
>He really outdid himself today
>You look at him with a smirk
"You sure you got up an hour before me?"
>He chuckles, "Maybe an hour thirty?"
>So, lets see what he's made
>Pancakes, Waffles, haybacon and eggs along with his own little special crystal pancakes and grits
>He made way too much for you, though
>As per usual
>So, as you straighten out your tail and trot to the table, you pass over a couple pancakes to Spike's plate
>He waddles behind you, "Oh c'mon! You know you like to eat!"
"I'm trying to stay fit, Spike--"
>"Yeah, and I'm trying to stay on a meat-only diet!"
>You scoff playfully at him
>" 'Sides, that metabolism you got there wouldn't let you put a pound on!"
"Are you trying to eat me, Spike? You know I'm not Gretel, right?"
>"Maybe, maybe not~."
>And again, the two of you share a laugh as you both sit down
>You start to--messily--chow down on your food, only stopping when needed
>Like talking
>You'll probably stop chewing to talk
>"Y'know, for somebody so formal, I never would've guessed that you'd be such a pig with food!"
>Swallowing, you start to twirl your fork
"For a dragon, I never would've expected you to be so elegant with your food!"
>Spike eats with small bites, using a knife and fork when appropriate
>You usually just stuff things in your mouth
>Sometimes you use a fork
>"Hey, I was raised that way. Ms. Velvet is a really elegant pony."
"So are you, Spike. I think only Celestia could match you in elegance."
>"Oh, now you're going too far."
>Spike can't help but snicker
>"Y'know, 'Tia isn't very elegant, either."
"Really?" You're actually quite shocked by this fact, "How do you know?"
>"I've had private dinners with a lot."
"So have I. She's never acted like a pig in front of me."
>"Have you ever acted like a pig in front of her?"
>…
"Right, I hadn't considered that."
>"I think she only does it in front of me because we're like, all friendly, and not formal like you two are."
"I can be friendly with Celestia!"
>"Without acting like Rainbow does around Soarin?"
>You pause once again--
>"Spike, two, Twilight, zero."
>You continue to eat you food, this time pausing to drink the OJ nearby, and to talk
>Not at the same time, obviously
>And in a matter of minutes, you don't even need to talk
>You've already finished your food, while Spike is on his last pancake
>Seems to be one of the ones you gave to him
>The dragon drinks his apple juice--he prefers that over orange juice--and finishes it before continuing to eat
>Actually, before he eats, he looks at you
>Ready to ask another question, probably
>"So, how do you like Ponyville so far, Twilight?"
"You're asking this question now?"
>"It's only been a couple months, I feel like it's appropriate."
>You chuckle as he goes to eat his pancake
"Well… It's peaceful."
>"As peaceful as war," he comments with his mouth full of pancake
"Spike, don't eat with your mouth full."
>He gulps it down, raising an eyebrow, "Says the pony with no table manners."
"Oh come on--you'll choke if you do that."
>"How'd you figure that?"
"Oh, I read it in a book."
>He can't help but chuckle at that
>As soon as you were about to retort, he opens his mouth to speak
>"Anyway, continue."
"Right."
>You take a moment to think about what you want to say
>And to think about your life living in this tree-library
>Libratree
>Treebrary?
>Treebrary
>Treebrary rolls off the tongue better
"Well, I've got a lot less worries than I did living in Canterlot, that's for sure." And before Spike could say something else, you zip his mouth shut with magic
>He wasn't eating anything, he'll be fine
"And if you'll let me finish, you'll know that the excitement I face here is a lot more comforting than the… "excitement" back home."
>Now you let him talk, removing the spell
>"Wait, you find the excitement here /comforting/? How?! There's like, a new disaster every week!"
"And isn't that such a breath of fresh air?"
>Spike gives you this look of shock
>As in a "what the hay are you talking about" kind of shock
>"Not for me! I'd rather not go up against another God of Chaos, thank you."
"Hey, at least we got some rest before that happened, right?"
>"Yeah, but we didn't know it was gonna happen. I'd be at least a little fine with it happening if I KNEW beforehand. Then I could prepare my pillowfort."
"Said pillowfort would be promptly turned into eight-foot rabbits."
>Spike can only sigh
"Anyway, the excitement here isn't the anxiety of dealing with tests, or impressing a mentor every single day of your life--"
>"You know you don't HAVE to impress her."
"And you don't HAVE to try to become Rarity's little dragonfriend. But I don't see you not trying at that."
>"Point taken."
"Two, two," you mutter, a smirk on your face
>"What was that?"
"Oh, nothing. Back to what I was getting at."
>You take a moment to collect your thoughts again
"Right, Canterlot," you look off to the right, "I mean, Canterlot's great and all… But I've done nothing but study there. Study to become great, study to impress Celestia, study to become the next wizard--like Starswirl. I've rarely ever had time to myself to just… relax!"
>Spike nods, finishing up his pancake
"I mean, when have we ever talked like this in Canterlot? When have we ever talked like we were friends before this?"
>Spike's eyes widen slightly, if only for a second, the dragon looking off to your left
>"When you were a foal," he muttered
>But you heard him loud and clear
>You turn your head to him, concern on your face
"Spike?"
>"I mean… I dunno. Back then, we used to talk like this all the time. We'd play, mess with Ms. Velvet--heck, we even messed with Shining Armor when he came to visit every once and awhile!"
>You don't bother retorting
>Or even bother thinking up a retort
>This is something you've never heard Spike go on about before
>"But then, something happened with you. You just went full on into your studies, and didn't really see me as anything but an assistant. You turned really, really bitter, too."
>Even though it seems inappropriate, you couldn't help but smile
"Well, I guess my friends made me finally come out of my shell."
>A nice smile comes across Spike's face, as he jumps out of his seat
>"Yeah, I guess they really did."
>As you get out of your own seat, relishing in the fact that the heartwarming moment only lasted oh-so long, you attempt to quickly walk past Spike--
>"Ahem?"
>Hayburgers
>You thought that'd work this time
>"I cook, you clean, Twi. You know how it works."
"Right. And while I do that, you get a headstart on rearranging the books in the library."
>He groans as you giggle
"What? I clean, you clean. You know how it works."
>"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You better help me this time, though."
"Once I'm done with the dishes, I will. Promise!"

Afternoon

>Spike audibly groans as he puts book after book in the place they belong
>"Why do we even do this, anyway? What's the point?"
>You, however, hover along books to him
"Spike, we get new books in every other week. We have to reorganize them so ponies know where everything is."
>"Yeah, but every day, though? Can't we just do it when the new books arrive?"
"Ponies come here everyday, whether they're returning books or taking them out. Do you really think they care for the organization of the library?"
>Another groan
>"Yeah, I guess you're right."
"Twilight, three, Spike, two."
>"Still keeping score, huh?
"You aren't?"
>Passing the last few books to him, you trot away towards the front door
>"Course I'm still keeping score. Somebody needs to know who's right all the time."
>You only chuckle, opening the treebrary's door, getting in a nice breath of fresh air
>Sighing, you then turn back around--
>"Uhm, Twilight?"
>Fluttershy?
>Swiftly, you turn back around, and indeed do find your yellow friend, standing there with a cheeky smile
>You, of course, give her your nicest smile
>It's always good to see a friend, after all
"Hey, Fluttershy! How are things?"
>She rubs her right cheek with a hoof
>Your tail didn't hit her on the turnaround back, did it?
>"Oh, uh, I'm doing fine--thank you."
"So, what brings you to the Treebrary?"
>"Pffft," Spike apparently finds your nickname funny, "Treebrary? Really?"
>It's not your fault if a book just so happens to fall on his head just as he starts to waddle towards you and Fluttershy
"Think you missed one, Spike."
>"I know you did that."
"No idea what you're talking about."
>He groans, rubbing his head and still walking over to you and her
>"Uh… I--Uh, I didn't come at a bad time, did I?"
>Pulling her inside with your magical abilities, you show her your library's collection of the thing you love the most
>Besides friends, of course
>BOOKS!
"Nonsense, 'Shy! If anything, you came at the perfect time! Spike and I just got done reorganizing the library's books."
>"Again?"
>"That's what I said."
>Ignoring Spike, you continue
"Everyday!"
>The dragon has passed you and Fluttershy by now
>Seems like he wanted to shut the door more than anything
>As he does that, you pick up the book you dropp--er, that "fell" on Spike's head and put it back in it's place
>Again, you use magic for this
>You'd waste too much time if you actually picked it up by hoof
>Seems like Fluttershy is searching the library's catalogue of books
>"Well," she starts, trotting over towards a rather small category of books, "I was, uhm, kind of looking for a specific kind of book…"
>How vague
"Specific how? You need to study up on a familiar animal?"
>You're just going to ignore the specific type books she's standing by
>You're also going to hover a plethora of books over to Fluttershy, relating to rare animal types
>"Err, no, but thank you. I don't think I'll need any books about animals today."
>Raising an eyebrow, you put the books back in place
"Then maybe some fantasy books?"
>Again, you hover over another dozen books, this type coming from the ever-growing fantasy section
>"Again, no, but thank you."
>She motions her head towards the books she's standing by
>And you're ignoring that
>To the best of your ability
"Maybe some nonfiction?"
>Place back the fantasy, grab some nonfiction
>"No."
"History?"
>"No."
"Historical Fiction?"
>"No."
"Magic?"
>"No."
"Art?!"
>"No."
>At this point you're holding up the entirety of the library
>Or at least, every section you can think of
>Besides that one
"Then what do you want?!"
>"Twi, I think she wants the porno--"
"SPIKE!"
>A very dark red blush comes across Fluttershy's face
>Oh Celestia
>Dropping all the books on the ground, you put a hoof to your face
>That's the one you were trying to avoid
>For Spike's sake
>"I--uhm, I mean, I don't HAVE to--"
"No, no, it's fine."
>Frankly, you're a bit embarrassed that you even HAVE those books here
>They were there since you got here
>Which is why the collection is so small
>You never bothered--or wanted--to order more of THOSE kind of books>They aren't even books!
>They stupid magazines, full of stupid pictures of stallions and mares showing off their…
>Parts
>As if you don't see it everyday!
>What makes it worse is that they wear clothes, too
>As if that's supposed to make it "hotter"
>With a groan, you reluctantly ask
"So, Fluttershy, which one of these… "books" would you like today?"
>She takes out a very specific mare magazine from the middle
>And by mare, you mean /mare/
>Not /for/ mares, but /of/ mares
>You had no idea she rolled that way
>She hides behind the magazine, only showing you the cover
>"T-This one," her voice lowers, "p-please."
>With another groan, you hover over a stamp, stamping the cover of the magazine
>You don’t even want to open it up
"Bring it back anytime you want."
>"O-Oh, don't worry, Twilight. It'll be back before tomorrow!"
>Ew
>Why is she proud about that?
>Realizing what she had said, she quickly dashes out of the treebrary
"IT BETTER NOT BE STICKY WHEN YOU BRING IT BACK!"
>EW
>Why did you put that thought into your head?
>Spike oh-so casually strolls over to you, his arms crossed against his chest
>He looks smug
>"So, Twi, have you ever used one of those "books"?"
>!!!
"SPIKE!"

Evening

>After servicing a bunch of ponies, along with a way-too-happy Fluttershy, you decide you need a break
>Honestly, being a librarian can be hard sometimes
>While not as hard as being a student, dealing with ponies trying to find "that one book with that one guy" or just little fillies who think it's funny to mess with you, it can get to you sometimes
>So, you think it's best that you go relax
>Let Spike be the librarian for awhile
>He needs the experience, anyway
>What if something were to happen to you?
>Then who would run the library, and give ponies all across Ponyville the absolute joy of reading?
"Spike! I'm heading out for a bit! Can you handle the Treebrary by yourself?"
>Currently, Spike is upstairs, reading some comic book you've gotten him into recently
>"Power Ponies," you think it's called?
>Honestly, you don't care for the comic at all
>But it's something for him to do
>And in a peaceful-ish town like Ponyville, one would absolutely need something to do during down time
>"Yeah, yeah, sure I can. Don't worry your little horn about it!"
"You sure? 'Cause if it's a mess by the time I come back, you're reorganizing the books by yourself for a week!"
>"I'll be fine! Promise!"
"Alright!"
>You make your trot towards the front door, opening it once you reach i--OW!
>You yelp once something hard and heavy falls on your head
>And you hear laughing coming from upstairs
>When you look down, you notice that it's a book
>A book on dragon culture, in fact
>You sigh
"Very funny, Spike!"
>"Hurts, doesn't it?">You ignore that comment
>Levitating the book back in it's place, you leave out the front door, making your way towards that Spa pony shop
>You don't bother closing the door
>It's not like anything'll happen
>It's Ponyville!
>Since when has anything bad happened in Ponyville?
>…
>Yeah you’re not answering that question
>Anyway, in a matter of minutes, you pass by the fountain and reach the spa ponies spa
>Looking at the door, you sigh happily
>You're gonna love this
>Entering the spa, the bell rings, announcing your arrival
>The two spa sisters immediately rush over to you
>"So, what would you like today?"
>You can only giggle
"Give me the full thing, girls~."

>Holy Hayburgers, you REALLY needed that
>As you exit the chair they sat you in, you give them a relaxed smile
"Thank you so much. I needed that."
>They nod
"So, how much do I owe you?"
>The blue one speaks
>"Oh, just about… Two-hundred bits?"
"That's it?"
>You go digging in your pouches
"If I had known that it would've been that cheap, I would've--WAIT WHAT?"
>Two hundred…
>Holy Celestia
>That's at least HALF of what you pay for books a week!
>You mean
>You HAVE the money
>But you really rather not spend it all in one place like this
>It just seems so…
>Wasteful
>You give the sisters a cheeky smile
"Y-heh, You two wouldn't just so happen to offer a… Royal Discount, would you?"
>You're at least 25% royalty
>"Yes," the pink one answers, "But we only offer it to royalty."
"What about those who are partially royal?"
>"You have to be ALL royal, "Princess."."
>Drat
>The "Princess" comment wasn't so nice, either
"I mean… I know a Princess."
>Seems like the blue one wants to join in on the questionnaire
>"Can you bring her here right now?"
"Well… No--"
>"Then call us back when you become one, sweetheart. We'll give you 99% off on every visit!"
>They begin to giggle their little flanks off, as you growl
>Reluctantly, you levitate your money out of your saddlebags, dropping it at their hooves
>They just continue to laugh as you stomp off towards home
>As soon as you're out of hearing range from anypony, you start to mutter to yourself
"Are they crazy? Two hundred?! Nopony in their right mind should pay for that! Just for a spa day…"
>You sigh
>At least you can go home and complain to Spike about it
>He'll agree with you
>Probably
>Even if he doesn't, you need to vent
>That price is ridiculous!
>Especially for such a small establishment
>Ugh
>You start to see the Golden Oaks, standing tall
>Your home
>Your library
>Your life
>You love that place
>And as you're about to enter it, you notice that the door's open
>Not creased
>Open
>Wide open
>If you remember correctly, you left the door creased
>Or, did you?
>You did, right?
>Because you know you didn't close it
>You made sure to make a point of that
>Just to show that nothing could happen in such a peaceful town
>But for the life of you, you can't remember if you left it creased or wide open
>That stupid spa shop drama got you so mad that it messed with your memories
>Oh, whatever
>It's not like anything bad happened, anyway
>So, to prove your theory, you walk in with your eyes closed
>Why keep them open when nothing bad could happen?
>There won't be any surprises
>You're sure of that
"Spike, I'm home! You okay?"
>"Y-Yeah! Perfectly fine!"
>Huh?
>Okay, that didn't sound fine
>Opening your eyes, you look up with concern in your eyes
"Uh… You sure about that, Spike?"
>"Sure I'm sure! Why wouldn't I be--ow!--sure?"
>Nope
>Something's up
>You know it
>Placing your saddlebags on a table, you rush up the stairs, practically bursting into your room
"Spike? Are you oka--"
>Holy hayburgers!
>Did a tornado come through here or something!?
>Your bed sheets are RUINED
>There's a bunch of paper just EVERYWHERE
>Also ink
>Ink splatters are everywhere
>And the worst of it all
>Spike is busy holding down a certain cat you happen to know
"Opal?"
>The feline looks at you, and immediately jumps out of Spike's grasp, running away from him
>The cat runs all the way outside
>Seems like she's going back home
>Lucky her
>Because Spike's gonna wish he could go with that cat after you're done with him
>You give Spike a deadly stare
>He promptly hides behind your bed
>"I-It wasn't my fault! Promise! Opalescence just waltzed right in!"
"Up to my room?"
>"Yes! I promise, I was just trying to get her out of the library, but she wouldn't comply!"
>You notice the scratch marks on his scales--most notably, the scratches on his face
>Sheesh, that cat must've really messed him up
>You take a moment to survey your room once more
>Then, you sigh
"Come on, lets fix you up, Spike. Then we could spend the rest of the day cleaning."
>Again

Night

>Flop goes the pony right on her bed
>That's exactly what you do
>Because honestly
>You're tired out
>Very, very tired out
>You mean
>Today was fun
>To some extent
>You ate an amazing breakfast
>Reorganized the books--which is always fun, in your opinion
>Cleaned up the library
>Gave Fluttershy that magazine
>Took a break to eat a daisy sandwich
>Which was delicious
>Came back to the library, did librarian things
>Such as checking out books
>And then you decided to get ripped off by the spa ponies
>You're not going there again unless you're getting paid for
>How is that even legal?
>Then you came home to find your room a MESS
>All because of your brother and his crush's cat
>Then you had to clean him up
>Then clean up your room
>You didn't even eat dinner
>You forgot about it, honestly
>Although, you probably don't need it
>You've eaten enough today, thanks to Spike
>You should probably make him something small to eat before bed, though
>Lil guy needs it
>Right now, he's in his own little bed, reading that comic again
>He's obsessed with it
>Yawning, you turn yourself over so that you're looking at him
"Spike," you question, tiredly
>"Yeah?"
>Dear Celestia, he sounds like he's still got a bit of energy in him
>While you do not
"Want me to,' you yawn, "Make us somethin' to eat?"
>"It's like, 10pm, Twi."
"But we didn't eat dinner."
>Of course, you won't be making yourself anything
>But you feel like he won't accept the food if he's the only one eating
>Seems like something he'd do
>The dragon ponders on the offer for a moment
>Leaving you rest your eyes for a moment
>Just for a quick moment
>Nothing too drastic
>You don't even remember the dream you had when Spike wakes you up
>"Twi, you okay? You seem really tired."
"Whut? Me? Tired?"
>You fake a chuckle
"Come on, Syke. I'm not tired, you know me!"
>"Says the pony who's passed out several times while studying."
>You'd say something, but you know he's right
>You always love to study until you're all studied out
>Well, no
>You don't love to do it
>It just happens
>You have no control over it whatsoever
>"Three, three," he mutters, a smug smirk on his face
"Still counting, I see."
>"Mhm."
>He pauses for a bit, before speaking again
>"Alright, you can make us something to eat. But don't cook anything--you'll burn the whole library down!"
>You roll out of bed, making sure to roll away from Spike
"Don't you worry your little dragon hiney! I'll make the best dinner ever!"
>"And I'll become the dragon lord."
"Whutwustthat?"
>"Nothing!"
>You yawn once more, heading downstairs and making a bee line towards the kitchen
>Once there, you levitate out some bread and some rubies
>A nice gemstone sandwich outta be good for him
>It's nothing too fancy for you to mess up
>Yet it's also nothing too difficult for you to make
>Honestly you're not that good of a cook to begin with
>Sure, you've tried to cook before
>You've read countless cook books
>You've even read the lowest of the low, "How to cook for dummies"
>You're sure you've even asked Pinkie Pie one time to show you the ropes
>But you never seem to get the hang of it
>It always comes out burnt despite your calculations
>Or it just doesn't taste good to most ponies
>You don't even like the taste of your cooking
>Usually it just tastes...
>Off
>But anyway, enough about how much you suck at cooking
>You make the sandwich, which is something you can make pretty consistently and have it taste good
>Sandwiches, you mean
>Ponies love your sandwiches
>And by ponies, you mean yourself and Spike
>Nopony else really tries them
>Anyway
>Carrying the sandwich with your magic, you pour yourself some nice OJ
>Only half full, though
>You still wish to go to sleep after this
>As you carry both objects with your magical abilities, you walk out of the kitchen and upstairs, right into your bedroom
>Spike is still awake, still reading
>You can tell because of the flashlight
>It's really bright
"Here you go, Spike. Enjoy!"
>You hover over his food to him
>Without a plate or anything
>Hayburgers
>You forgot to give him a plate
>Well
>Not like he'll need it, anyway
>It's just a sandwich
>Not much mess you can make with that
>Besides all the little crumbs that scatter across the floor
>That the ants could pick up and return to their colonies with
>Then after awhile the ants could call this place their home
>Then they could bring their friends
>Red ants
>Flies
>/Termites/
>Then eventually, you wouldn't have a house anymore
>Why?
>Because the termites ate it
>All because you didn't get a plate for Spike when he needed it
>...
>"Thanks, Twi. This is gre--huh?"
>You drop a paper plate on his lap
"Here, use this."
>"What for? It's just a sand--"
"Use. It."
>He promptly decides that using the plate would probably be the best course of action
>Good
>For him
>You take a sip of your OJ, looking out the window of your room
>And what you see is honestly, quite beautiful
>To you, anyway
>You come closer to the window, looking directly at the full moon
>Rarely ever does Luna ever decide for it to not be a full moon
>But never the less, it's still really, really beautiful
>The night sky
>The stars aligned in certain constellations
>And the big, white moon to top it all off
>It's a beautiful picture
>It honestly makes you appreciate Luna, and all that she does
>It must be hard work raising not only the moon
>But all these beautiful stars, as well
>And to put them in such an order, too!
>It's so elaborate and precise
>So much so that ponies--such as yourself--could figure out the patterns and study them
>"Twi? What are you doing?"
"Huh?"
>You turn around to face Spike, still laying in his bed
>His plate is empty
>Good
>Just transport that into the garbage real quick
"Oh, I'm just stargazing. Admiring Luna's beautiful night, you know?"
>"Right."
>You suppose that's enough admiration for one night, though
>Luna knows her night is beautiful
>She should, anyway
>So, you decide to jump over to your bed and flop right back on it
>And as soon as you do, you feel as tired as you did before
>Despite any orange juice that might've swayed you otherwise
>You don't even finish it tonight--save it for tomorrow
>As you place your OJ on the banister next to your bed, you get comfy, getting under the nice, warm blanket and snuggling inside it
>You can feel yourself slipping away into dreamland
>Back into the familiar coma that you wish could last forever someti--
>"Hey, Twi?"
>Hayburgers
"Yes, Spike?"
>"How do you like Ponyville so far?"
>Spike
>You laugh at the question a bit
>Spike chuckles with you
>Then, you stop
>Thinking about the past day
>And the past couple of months
>You really only have one answer
"I love it, Spike. I wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world."
>"Heh. Me too, Twilight."
>You want to go into dreamland
>You really, really do
>But, you've got one more thing to say before you do
"And I wouldn't trade you for anything else in the world, either."
>Another chuckle from him, followed by what seems to be a slight blush
>"Same for you, dude."
>You'd make a comment about that
>But you can only giggle
"Goodnight, Spike."
>"Goodnight, Twilight."
"Sweet dreams."
>"Same to you."
>...
"I love you."
>"Love ya too."
>...
>"Big sis."

End