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“First!” Spike said, raising his arms in triumph.

“Look, the chapter ended,” Twilight said.

“Everypony seems fahne,” Apple Bloom said.

Silence.

“I should check on Owlyiches,” Twilight said.

“‘Kay, Ah should be headin’ back to the housebarn.”

“Okay. Bye.”

“Bah.”

And so Apple Bloom left for Sweet Apple Acres. Twilight headed for Owlyiches’ cage, Spike deciding to follow her because he felt like he should. Admit it, you’ve done it.

“Owlyiches?” Twilight said, looking into the cage, her face practically pressed up against its bars, because that’s how pet owners act. “She must be sleeping.”

Spike climbed on top of a surprisingly inflexible cardboard box to get a better view of the cage.

“Twilight?”

“Yes?”

“She doesn’t look like she’s breathing.”

“I’m going to see if she’ll wake up.”

Silence.

“Yeah?” Spike said. “I’m waiting.”

“WAKE UP, BITCH, I NEED TO BE SURE YOU’RE NOT DEAD!” Twilight whispered.

Owlyiches provided no confirmation of life.

“Well, I guess we’re going to Zecora,” Twilight said. “Actually, Spike, you should say here. I’ll go to Zecora.”

“I’m not tough enough to handle the arduous journey you never run into trouble in?”

“There’s no reason for me to take the risk.”

“You think I’m a wimp.”

And so Twilight went to Zecora, somehow surviving despite having her cockatrice corpse on y the entire time.

“Who is it?” Zecora said.

“You’re supposed to say ‘who’s there’,” Twilight said.

“Just come in.”

Twilight came in.

“So what did you come here for, Twilight?”

“...”

“On this extremely cloudy excuse for a night?”

Twilight hooved her Owlyiches.

“I’ll do a bit of work offscreen. A clock wipe would be very keen.”

There was a diagonal wipe to Zecora hooving Owlyiches to Twilight.

“So?” said Twilight.

“I don’t know how to tell you this....”

“Talking?”

“Oh, good idea. She’s dead.”

“What?! But she can’t be dead. How could she be dead?”

“She either choked on something or spontaneously combusted whilst trying to make a motorcycle jump over thirty Canterlot buses.”

“But I loved her. That should’ve removed any chance of death.”

“I know it’s hard to accept, but there’s nothing we can do now. If I were you, I would go around and start telling everypony.”

“Okay.” Twilight sniffled, as she had a bit of a cold. “Thank you.”

Twilight depressedly walked back in the rain that had just started to the treehouse to tell Spike the terrible news, and maybe the others of the mane six, but later because it was raining and she didn’t feel like it. Knock-knock!

“Who’s there?” Spike said.

“Twilight.”

“Twilight who?”

“Twilight.”

“Twilight who?”

“It’s raining, Spike.”

Spike opened the door which, by the way, was unlocked and Twilight came in. The door was probably closed by somebody at some point, but accounts are contradictory as to when this actually happened.

“How’d it go?” Spike said, mistaking the tears on Twilight’s face for rain.

“Well... look, Spike, don’t take this badly. There’s nothing we can—”

“She’s dead?”

Twilight nodded. Spike had never liked Owlyiches, but he had to seem like he always did now.

“But how can she be dead? We loved her!”

“Zecora said she choked on something.”

“Zecora choked on something?!”

“No, Owlyiches.”

“Oh. But we loved her!”

“I know. I’m seriously considering becoming a Hollywood atheist.”

“But you’re already an atheist.”

“Oh yeah.”

“So back on topic, Owlicious is dead and we’re sad about it.”

“I should tell the others sometime, but not right now... when the weather gets better, maybe.”

Spike decided he seemed insufficiently sad and made fake tears.

“Oh, don’t worry, Spike.” If you thought the “hugs” were barely hugs before, you should see this one. “It’ll be okay.”

Spike dishonestly sniffled. “But she was so... she was such a....”

“I know what you’re trying to say, Spike. It’ll be okay.”

They were sad, but nothing really actually happened for the remaining hours of the day.

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