Hello again. Time for a new story! This time it is a story called ‘Darkness of Love’ by Grimm Reaper. It’s a story about a Spike that turned into a brooding bad boy anti-hero that abandoned his friends because something that happened in the past! It made him abandon friendship, and manners, and basic decency. I plan on doing the whole story. It’s not very long. I think I should be done with it in 4 episodes. I am not completely sure what story I plan on doing next, I might do the sequel. Nothing has really been set in stone yet. Feel free to offer any suggestions.

If you have a fanfic recommendation, comments, or criticisms please leave a comment or PM me at my fimfiction account or my blog on Tumblr. Please NO clop or fanfiction with extreme violence. I am not going to do those. I want to do a more family friendly series and it is going to be relatively clean. Besides everyone else does them. Okay, I might do one for a special occasion. But otherwise no clop or extreme gore fics. Ok, enough rambling. On with the fic!

Special thanks to Grimm Reaper for letting me do his story. You are awesome!

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Doctor and Ditzy’s Science Theater

by Rixizu

Episode 6 - Part 1

The Doctor stared at the cards in his hooves with intensity. The game was going badly. At this rate, Ditzy would bleed him of all his chips. Currently Ditzy had a pile that was almost three times the size of the Doctor’s. The Doctor liked his hand of three 7s, a king, and an ace. This was his chance to change the tide of the game, but the Doctor had a bad feeling. If Ditzy had something better, he had no chance of winning. Ditzy was smiling. It was an expression that hadn’t changed throughout the game. The Doctor never expected her to be so unreadable.

The whole game almost never left Ditzy’s favor. Frustratingly, she never took any risks. Whenever the Doctor got something decent, she would fold immediately and the Doctor ended up getting almost nothing. The Doctor briefly wondered if Ditzy was really a mind reader this whole time. The Doctor hardened his resolve. It was time to make a comeback.

“I raise.” The Doctor put ten chips in the pot.

“I’ll call that.” Ditzy put in ten chips as well.

“I will…” The Doctor hesitated for a second. “raise again.” He added another ten chips to the pot.

“Okay.” Ditzy added another ten chips without hesitation.

This was it. The Doctor smiled as he dropped his hand on the bed. “Three of a kind. Can you beat that?”

Ditzy just smiled. “Yep. I have a three of kind too. Only I have three Jacks.” The Doctor smile faded. “I win again.” Ditzy added the chips to her pile.

“I give up Ditzy. You win. I have no chance winning now.” The Doctor groaned.

“That was fun Doctor.”

“I’m sure it was.” The Doctor grumbled. “When did you become such a good card player?”

“Oh, my grandfather, Lucky Deal, taught me. He’s a professional poker player. He taught me everything he knows.”

“That explains it.” The Doctor wished he learned about this a hour ago. Maybe Ditzy should have gotten a cutie mark in card playing.

Ditzy got off their bed and stretched. She looked at the clock. 10 minutes until the experiment begins. “Honestly Doctor, you’re kinda bad at playing Poker.” She said as she started heading for the door. “You are just too easy to read.”

The Doctor watched as she went out the door stunned. “Too easy to read!?”  The Doctor said furiously.  “I’ll have you know I have used this poker face on beings that consider themselves gods and won!” The Doctor stomped after her.

“How are my little test subject doing today?” Dinky said over her viewscreen.

“Fine. Fine.” The Doctor said grumpily. He wasn’t taking being grounded very well, and being confined to his room for an entire week left him in a rather bad mood.

“No bad.” Ditzy replied in an upbeat manner. Ditzy, on the other hoof, was taking their grounding rather well. The Doctor had no clue why this was.

“Good good.” Dinky replied. “Today’s experiment will be something different.”

The Doctor raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?”

“You will be reading a different story.”

“So no more Guardians of Magic?” Ditzy replied not sure if she should be relieved or not.

“No more Guardians of Magic.” Dinky said simply. “Today you will be reading ‘The Darkness of Love’ by Grimm Reaper chapters one through three.”

“What?!” Ditzy and the Doctor said in unison.

“Three chapters? Good gracious.” The Doctor said wearily.

“No need to complain. They are short chapters.”

“Well that’s a relief.” Ditzy said wiping her forehead with a hoof.

“Enjoy. I know you won’t like them.” Dinky said evilly and gave out a wicked laugh.

“Wonderful.” The Doctor sighed. The experiment alarm went off

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“Let’s do this!” Ditzy said in a cheer.

The two headed to the theater.

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The air blew cold at the peak of the mountain, despite it being Summer.

Doctor: No title or author’s notes?

Ditzy: Why was the first word of the story bolded?

Small icicles were forming around the grassy areas of the smooth crater that formed the tip of the mountain.

Doctor: Eons ago, a giant parasitic creature crashed there and burrowed itself deep into the planet’s surface.

Four dragons resided there at the time.

Doctor: The rent was cheap and provided free cable.

Staring at the frozen grass was a fairly rounded red dragon with a green belly and yellow spines and horns. He flew a waft of smoke just short of the grass and watched as the icicles grew transparent as a coating of fresh water slicked them, causing the grass to look crystalised. Another dragon, thin and bony, rested in one of the sleeping spots, catching the sun’s morning rays. His blue scales glistened in the light, adding detail to his cyan spines and horns. His body heaved up and down, signifying to any watchers that he was asleep.

Ditzy: .The sleeping mask and ear plug might have been a good clue too.

The third dragon, a female with white scales and dark purple horns and spines rested on their leader’s chair carved from a tree that once grew there. Her body was wrapped around said leader, whose purple scales shone brilliantly in the morning light, highlighting his green spines and frills.

Ditzy: Wait a second….

His eyes were closed as he gently stroked the female’s head, his mind elsewhere.

Doctor: He was thinking about the latest Hoofball game in Baltimare.

The calm and seemingly harmonious state these four dragons were in was interrupted as two more dragons emerged, one of them carrying something very noisy.

Doctor: He trying to playing the accordion.

“Lemme go!” it carried on, swinging its… hooves at the approaching dragons. The one carrying the now identified pony was another red dragon with similar green spines to their leader. His companion was a yellow dragon with blue spines and frills.

“What have you done this time?” the leader spoke,

Doctor: (Leader) Carl, we pay the pizza delivery pony, not eat them. This is why most pizza places refuse our calls!

waking his white concubine from her slumber.

Doctor: Concubine?

Ditzy: (Mortified) Please let the leader not be Spike.

“We found this.” the yellow dragon replied. His friend tossed the pony along the ground, making her roll straight up to the leader who eyed her suspiciously. She wore a safari hat and clothing. She reminded him of the popular fictitious character, ‘Daring Do’, only the colours were off.

Ditzy: Fictitious? Daring Do is my cousin!

This pony was orange with a purple mane and tail. This put the leader in mind of a chicken.

Ditzy: Poor Scootaloo. She will never be free of chicken jokes.

“Hah, if it isn’t a ‘Daring Do’ wannabe. What are you doing here. We don’t host comic conventions up here, little filly.”

Doctor: (Dragon) We do however host Humiecon twice a year.

The ponified chicken rose to her feet, her wings fluttering madly, making a buzzing sound.

Ditzy: Ugh, again with the chicken thing?

“I’m out here looking for my ‘Cutie Mark’.” she stated bluntly, the distress and anger apparent in her voice.

All: (Groans) Of course.

Doctor: Moutain Climbing Cutie Mark?

Ditzy: Um, where are the other Crusaders?

“Your what?” the white dragoness asked.

“Her ‘Cutie Mark’; the mark that represents a pony’s greatest talent, which can be seen on their flanks. In short, this little filly is searching for her purpose in life.” the surrounding dragons all nodded as this information was added to their small archive of pony knowledge.

Doctor: It has to be small of you don’t even know what a cutie mark is.

Ditzy: (Dragon) Is it true that ponies bleed rainbows?

“Then I guess she should get a dragon’s mouth, because she’s going to be dinner.”

Ditzy: (Scootaloo) Wait, you don’t want to eat me! I’m nothing but gristle and fur!

Doctor: How much do you want to bet that she tastes just like chicken.

Ditzy: Doctor.

Doctor: Sorry.

the blue one had awoken in time to hear his leader’s statement. The others laughed, causing the little filly to shake on the spot. Only the leader seemed calm and composed as he eyes their dinner with a trained analytical gaze.

Doctor: (Leader) I’ve never had stir fried pony before. What do you guys think?

“No,” he began, causing the others to halt their laughter. “This filly wouldn’t even hit the sides of either of our stomachs. She’d be a wasted effort, especially divided between the six of us.”

Doctor: (Dragon) Not if we turn her into a stew. I know an old recipe my old nana used to make.

Ditzy: I am really disturbed you keep coming up with stuff like that.

The other five dragons groaned in disappointment. The leader flexed his clawed hand, loosening the muscles and joints with a few loud cracks.

Ditzy: (Leader) Ugh, slept the wrong way again. Why don’t dragons believe in beds?

“Escort her back home to Ponyville.” he commanded. As the other dragons went to approach the filly, she addressed him once more.

Ditzy: Oh no. It is Spike! What is he doing with these bozos?

Doctor: He fell into the wrong crowd...again?

“How did you know I was from Ponyville?” she asked. The two dragons halted their approach and looked to their leader for both an answer and a command to continue.

Ditzy: (Spike) I, uh, didn’t she say that she was? (Nervous laughter)

“It doesn’t matter.” he said after a moment’s hesitation. He waved his hand to the two, motioning them to continue. Before they could grab her, the filly shot towards the purple dragon, halting as a waft of flame brushed her nose.

Doctor: She almost became...Coltucky Fried…

Ditzy: (Stern) Doctor….

Doctor: Alright. Alright. I’ll stop.

“Spike, is that you?” she demanded. All the dragons froze where they were, the white one raising her head.

“How did she know your name, boss?” the red one asked, long since distracted from his grass. The white one gave a revolted expression.

Ditzy: (White Dragon) You associated with ponies? I need a bath now.

“Oh god,

Doctor: Don’t you mean, ‘Oh Bahamut’?

you’re not a pony-hatched, are you?” she asked.

All:  Pony-hatched?

Doctor: Are dragons commonly hatched by ponies?

Ditzy: I thought Spike was the only one.

Spike’s eyes flashed green and red and a dark purple aura escaped from out the sides. His scales lost their shine and darkened.

Doctor: Maybe you should see a doctor about that.

“Is that a problem, Scalia?” Spike’s voice deepened and became distorted, flanged and mechanised.

Ditzy: Spike was really part cyberdrake.

Scalia drew back, lowering her head back onto Spike’s lap.

“N-no, sir.” she whimpered, clearly regretting her outburst.

Ditzy: (Scalia) Now I’m not getting any tonight.

The orange filly grew excited.

“Spike, it is you! You’re alive. We all thought you’d died. You left Ponyville with no explanation. Twilight and Rarity looked for you for two years.

Doctor: The rest of Twilight’s friends and Celestia didn’t care all that much I guess.

Why’d you leave?” Spike’s scales returned to normal and he blinked once, dissipating the green and red colour.

Doctor: That was odd.

Ditzy: Wait, did Spike just use dark magic?

“Like I said, Scootaloo; it doesn’t matter.” The purple dragon noticed his companion loosening her grip around him, but said nothing of it.

Doctor: You might as well come clean now. No one is going to leave you alone until you do.

“But it doesn’t make any sense. Why leave, weren’t you happy with us? We missed you.” Spike recalled what it was that made him leave and his mood grew darker than his appearance.

“Leave us.” he called out. Every dragon, including Scalia shot out of sight as fast as their legs and wings could take them.

Ditzy: Talk about wipped.

Scootaloo watched as the last dragon shot over the edge of the crater at a speed that could leave Rainbow Dash in the dust. She turned back to her old friend, who had grown immensely since she’d last seen him. She approached him more casually, daring to hug him as she occupied the spot Scalia had once been. Spike negated to return the hug, but allowed her to continue.

Doctor: (Spike) Hugs are for the weak!

“I don’t understand what made you leave? Did Rarity reject you or something? Because if she did, then you might be happy to know that she clearly regretted doing so. Spike sighed, recalling the night he departed pony civilisation.

“No, she didn’t reject me. I suppose you could say I didn’t give her the chance to.”

Doctor: (Spike) I decided it would be best if we went on with our separate lives.

Ditzy: (Scootaloo) In other words you chicken out.

Doctor: (Spike) What? N-no!

“Why not, did you wimp out on confessing your love for her or something?” Spike chanced a huff of amusement.

Ditzy: (Spike) Darn right I did!

“I always wimped out, but this wasn’t why I left.” he replied. Scootaloo squeezed her friend tightly, enjoying the familiar feel of scales.

Ditzy: I never realized those two were so close.

There was a long pause, covering the dragon’s peak in silence, save for the gust of wind that promised cold on Scootaloo’s surface. She leaned into her old friend, using him as a shield from the cold.

“Then why did you leave if not because of Rarity?” she asked, breaking the silence. Spike replied with a sigh, then looked up at the sky.

Doctor: He broke out into a song.

Ditzy: Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up

I need your loving hands to come and pick me up

And every night I miss you.

“It had something to do with Twilight, that’s all I’m saying on the matter.”

Doctor: I get it. One too many checklist.

Ditzy: I guess a triple checking of a checklist for another checklist was the breaking point.

He leaned back in his wooden throne and finally resigned to hugging Scootaloo who enjoyed the affection.

Doctor: Is this going to be a Scootaloo and Spike romance story? Hence the ‘Darkness of Love’.

Ditzy: ...That actually isn’t too bad of a pairing...

“You’ve grown so much in three years. I knew you for two years and you barely changed. The next three years and you grew an inch. How’d this happen?” she asked, changing the subject. Spike chuckled.

Doctor: (Spike) I ate my Wheaties everyday.

“You still don’t read, do you?” the orange filly shook her head.

Ditzy: (Scootaloo) Only eggheads read anything but Daring Doo.

With an amused sigh, Spike looked straight ahead.

“A dragon’s growth rate  matches that of his peers.

All: It...does?

Starswirl the Bearded recorded the growth rate of a dragon-hatched dragon, like the others I rule over, and a pony-hatched, like me. He stated that very quote in his book. In short it means when I’m around ponies, I age as fast as they do, when I’m around dragons, I age as fast as they do.

Doctor: …So if that is the case, why did you age so quickly when around a species that barely ages?

Funnily enough, we reach maturity pretty quickly, but then the aging just slows to a crawl and we live for thousands of years. Had I been born around the same time as Princess Celestia and Luna, I imagine I’d have outlived them.”

Ditzy: But they’re immortal aren’t they?

Doctor: Not quite.

Scootaloo’s jaw dropped as she realised what he was saying.

“So you’d live longer than any pony if you lived around them?”

Ditzy: Yes...like any normal dragon would...

“Yes, but I’d also live longer than any dragon if I lived around ponies.”

Doctor: …Why? I thought you said you age as quick as your peers!

Ditzy: I’ve given up figuring out what he is talking about.

Scootaloo clopped her hooves together, much like Twilight used to do when she got an idea.

Doctor: This made Spike go into angsty soliloquies about his dark and oh so tragic past.

“Maybe I should live around dragons. My lifespan would double then, right?” Spike laughed, bouncing Scootaloo up and down on his lap.

Ditzy: Makes about as much sense as Spike’s explanation about dragons.

“It doesn’t work like that, Scoots. If anything, living around dragons will give you greys in your teen years.” Scootaloo whined as she leaned back into him, causing the dragon to laugh once more.

“You know, I am thirteen now.” she stated. Spike smiled down at her.

Ditzy: Um, is she coming on to him?

Doctor: This is getting a little uncomfortable.

“Not a filly at all, then. You’re a young mare.” Scootaloo nodded.

Doctor: Spike was arrested later that day.

“Which is why I’m so desperate to get my ‘Cutie Mark’. The Crusaders are still searching after seven years.” Spike almost jumped out of his seat.

Ditzy: What? They still don’t have it?

Doctor: The author was too lazy to think up cutie marks for them.

“All three of you are still searching? Jeez, I’d have thought at least one of you would have gotten your marks by now.” The young mare nodded sadly.

Doctor: (Scootaloo) We have tried everything! Cutie Mark Crusaders Trapeze Artists, Cutie Mark Crusaders Nuclear Physicists, Cutie Mark Crusaders Bounty Hunters, Cutie Mark Crusaders Astronauts, Cutie Mark Crusaders Psychiatrists…

Ditzy: (Spike) Maybe you should something a bit simplier...

“Well you won’t find them out here. Ponies don’t belong in dragon territory. Unlike you guys, my kind aren’t exactly very accepting of other species.

Doctor: (Spike) We make you drink at different water fountains.

We’ve had to exterminate some gryphons every now and then because they’re very territorial and they believe this mountain top is theirs. I managed to convince the others to let Gilda go once or twice.”

Ditzy: Gilda? That sound familiar.

“Huh. How is Gilda? Dash says she hasn’t heard from her in a while.” Spike recalled the latest encounter with the rebel gryphon.

Ditzy: Hmmm…. I believe it involved an elbow to the face.

“She’s kinda… depressed. I think losing Dash as a friend has hurt her more than her pride will allow her to show.

Ditzy: The next time I see her, I will give her a nice big hug. She needs one.

Doctor: I...don’t think that would go over too well.

Other than that, she’s still got attitude.” Scootaloo giggled at this. She then asked the question Spike wanted to hear the least.

Ditzy: (Scootaloo) Is it true that dragons have two ‘you knows’?

Doctor: (Glares at Ditzy)

Ditzy: What?! It was funny!

“Are you ever coming back to Ponyville?” The purple dragon dug into the wooden throne, taking large strips or wood with his talons.

Ditzy: Great, and he just got that too!

Doctor: Scalia is going to give him quite the ear full.

“I can’t.” he replied. Scootaloo began her assault.

Ditzy: Pony Kombat!

Doctor: Why are you spelling combat with a ‘k’?

“Why not? Not even to visit? What’s wrong with you?” Spike rose to his feet, throwing Scootaloo across the ground.

“I refuse to return because it’s my choice and I hurt every time I think of that place. Now go home, Scootaloo.” Scootaloo refused his order and went to charge him. As she leaped at his head, Spike’s eyes returned to the scary green and red. The purple aura leaked out of his eyes. He took a deep breath and blew a plume of violet fire at her. Scootaloo screamed and covered her face, then felt nothingness.

Ditzy: D-did Spike just kill Scootaloo?

Doctor: Teleportation fire.

Ditzy: Phew. Wait! Spike teleportation fire is green!

Spike sat down again and crossed one leg over the other. His dark mood or figure didn’t dissipate like last time, instead, he growled in that flanged voice.

Ditzy: Is somepony going to start playing ‘Crawling in My Skin’?

Doctor: If they do, I’m leaving!

Scalia and the others popped their heads out from the edges of the crater. They slowly crept up before their leader, their bodies as low to the ground as they could get. The red one dragged a big groove in the dirt as he crawled.

Doctor: Hey! They just swept that!

“Is it over, Spike?” The purple dragon looked at his concubine and huffed.

Ditzy: (Dragon) The pony won’t hurt us right?

“Yes. Go about your business. Pretend this morning never happened. The two dragons who had brought Scootaloo to him, flew off in search of another meal.

Ditzy: Ironically running into the real Daring Do.

The blue and red dragons began a wrestling match with each other to pass the time, and Scalia slowly took her place at Spike’s side, keeping her eyes on Spike to make sure he wasn’t against her actions. She rested her head on his lap again, scrunching her nose as the smell of pony filled her sinuses.

Doctor: The pony smelled like tree sap for some reason.

Back in Ponyville, the Elements of Harmony were planning out their day together, as it had been a month since they’d all had a coinciding free day on their calanders. Business with Weather control had kicked up this year and Rainbow Dash was busy directing the weather to her teams. The Library was busier than it used to be since Spike was no longer around to help.

Ditzy: Owlicious had to pick up most of the slack.

Rarity’s boutique had made a lot of sales in preparation for the Grand Galloping Gala, which they’d all received an invitation to. Fluttershy had become somewhat famous to the animals in the nearby forests and her aid was required on a regular basis for more animals than she knew what to do with. The Apple family had acquired another few acres to their property and tending those extra apple trees kept Applejack ‘busier than a beaver on a dam’ as she’d put it. And Pinkie Pie was focusing her attention on assisting the Cakes in Sugarcube Corner.

“So, we’re just about ready to go. I know I’m looking forward to getting under way. I feel like we’ve been separated for so long, and that can’t be very good for friendship, can it?” Twilight asked.

Doctor: Don’t worry about it. I bet in a few weeks a major crisis will happen that will call for the six of you to come together again to work it out.

“Ah dunno Twi, I figure if the bonds of friendship are tightly knit early on, they can last forever, no matter the distance.” Applejack piped in.

“Well said, darling,” Rarity complimented, smiling sweetly at the farm pony. “And with that, perhaps we should be off. Our picnic will last longer if we get there ahead of schedule.” the ponies cheered excitedly as they made their way to the door to exit the Library. As Twilight went to move, a flash of violet emerged in front of her and Scootaloo popped into existence, falling on the coffee table.

Ditzy: Hopefully not made of glass.

“Scoots?” Rainbow Dash piped up. “What are you doing? And how did you manage to teleport?” The six ponies looked at the shaking young mare, who brought her hoof from her face and looked around.

Doctor: (Scootaloo) Rainbow Dash? Is this heaven?

“I’m alive? OH THANK SWEET CELESTIA I’M A-BUCKING-LIVE!!!”

Doctor: Language young missy.

she began to grow into hysterics as she laughed at her second chance at life.

Ditzy: Unfortunately, stallions with white coats ended up having to come for her.

It took the ponies several minutes to calm her down enough for her to get a workable sentence out.

Doctor: Rainbow Dash hit her over the head with her hooves.

Ditzy: (Rainbow) What? It calmed her down didn’t it?

“Scootaloo, what exactly happened?” The orange pony began to recant her ‘Daring Do’ like adventure to her peers.

Doctor: She traversed several jungles, explored ancient ruins, fought cannibals, stole ancient idols, ran from speeding boulders, ect ect.

“Darling, that’s all very amusing but I doubt you’d be here if two dragons took you away.” Rarity called a fib.

Ditzy: Why? You survived several encounters with dragons.

“That’s the thing. I thought I was dead meat when they took me to this strange mountain with the top blown off.

Doctor: Will this be important later?

They brought me before their leader who turned out to be Spike.”

“WHAT?!” all six mares screamed at her. Scootaloo cringed back and nodded.

Ditzy: (Scootaloo) Is this what is like for somepony to yell in your ear?

“It’s true. Spike’s the leader of a small group of dragons. He’s even got himself a marefriend… or maybe it’s dragonfriend. She looked a bit like you, Rarity.”

Ditzy: Somepony..er drake hasn’t gotten over his crush.

Doctor: That’s really sad.

Rarity drew back from the group and began to consider how this news affected her.

“But Spike is alive and well?” Twilight urged. Scootaloo nodded.

“He’s living like a king.

Ditzy: With like 5 followers and no hoard or treasure to speak of?

Doctor: Not exactly Smaug is he?

Got five other dragons under his thumb,

Doctor: I don’t recall a pony ever using that expression.

including the Rarity dragon. He’s come across Gilda a few times, fending her and her kind off their territory.”

Ditzy: Why they want an area controlled by dragons I have no clue.

Rainbow Dash took interest in the last bit of knowledge.

“Did he mention how she was?”

“He said she was still full of attitude, but I think she misses your friendship, Rainbow.” Rainbow Dash did as Rarity had done and considered the news she was given.

Ditzy: Awww. Rainbow Dash and Gilda are going to rekindle their friendship.

“Did he say why he left?” Twilight urged. Scootaloo shook her head.

Doctor: I get the feeling it is for something really stupid and childish.

Ditzy: You’re probably right.

“All he said was it had something to do with you and not Rarity. He wouldn’t give me anything more than that.” The ponies looked to Twilight for confirmation, but she was as confused as they were.

Ditzy: (Twilight) I only worked him thirteen hours a day, six days a week!

“What did I do? Have I been mistreating him again? I hate when I do that. No, I distinctly remember him smiling at me before he left, so he wasn’t upset with me… what could I have done? Did I say something that made him consider his life choices?” Twilight began to yell at herself as she worked in her mind what she could have done to cause Spike to leave.

Doctor: Lack of health care options?

Ditzy: Lack of a flexible work schedule?

“Why didn’t he say goodbye? Did he think we’d try and look for him again? Because we did that anyway.”

Doctor: Did you try sending him letters through Celestia? If he can send things to you, then I bet he can receive them too.

“Scootaloo, why don’t you come with us on the picnic and tell us more about Spike?” Fluttershy suggested.

All: (Fluttershy) Um, if that’s okay with you I mean.

“I’d love to, Fluttershy. Thanks.”

To be continued… Next Chapter: Episode 6 - Part 2 - Darkness of Love - Chapter 2 Estimated time remaining: 27 Hours, 11 Minutes