"Spike, I'm sorry, but this is important business, and you can't come in," Twilight says.

Spike nods. He tries to pretend like he doesn't mind, but he really does care. Spike is feeling a little downtrodden. He returns to his room in silence.

Spike sighs. "I'm not important; nobody needs me for anything." He curls up in his bed.

Three knocks sound on the door. "Spike? You in there?" you call through the door.

"Come in," says Spike, melancholy, lifting his head a little.

"I heard from Twilight that you seemed sad," you say, coming into the room and sitting on the bed next to him. "So what's up? You know you can tell me anything."

Spike stays silent for a moment, then:

"I just feel really unappreciated," he bursts out, "like no one needs me for anything! With such important friends, you end up being the outcast."

"Spike, it's not true," you say. "It's just- Well, I..." You sigh. "Maybe a practical demonstration would mean more than a confession of words." You quickly lean in, and, before he can get away, kiss him on the lips. He is startled at first, but then he enjoys it.

"It's always been you, Spike," you say after breaking apart. Spike smiles, a true, happy smile, and it fills your heart with joy.

You are walking along a path next to your house by night. You admire the bright stars and the beautiful constellations.
Walking around a corner, you find a pony sitting on the grass alongside the path. Her beautiful, deep blue, sparkly mane waves gently around her, moving to a non-existent breeze. You recognize the pony to be Princess Luna, co-ruler of Equestria and ruler of the night.
Luna looks up as you sit down on the ground beside the blue alicorn, alerted to your presence by the rustling of grass as you sit.
"Beautiful night, Princess," you say, admiring the stars. The way they glisten in the black sky has always mesmerized you, ever since you were a child.
"Indeed," she says. After a few seconds, she adds, "Thou thinks my night is beautiful?"
"Always," you tell her, eyes glued to the heavens. "The day is all well and good, but the night is full of intrigue and mystery. It's truly fascinating." Luna's cheeks turn a dainty shade of light pink.
"What is thy name?" she inquires.
"It's (Y/N), Princess," you answer, looking over at her. You realize that she is even prettier than the star-filled sky.
You aren't sure how long you sat there - seconds, minutes, hours - but Luna stands up to leave.
"It was good to meet thee, (Y/N), but we must go. The sun will rise soon. Farewell to thee, until tomorrow." Luna flaps her wings a few times, then rises into the air. She flies away, leaving you alone on a patch of grass alongside a dirt path, gazing up at the night sky, thinking of her beauty.

You sit alone, in a far corner of Ponyville; feeling less than happy. There isn't anything you can do to make yourself feel better.

Something pink pops up beside you.

"What's wrong, (Y/N)?"

"I just feel down in the dumps, Pinkie," you say, not looking at the pink party pony.

"Then I'm just the pony for the job."

"No parties, please, I'm not in the mood."

"I wasn't going to throw you a party, silly. I just wanted to tell you that I love you." Two pink hooves wrap around you in a hug. "Do you feel any better?"

"Yes, Pinkie; yes, I do," you say. "Because I love you too."