Author's Notes:

This started as a notion I came up with and couldn't get it out of my head.
Then I jotted down some lines of text.
Then a paragraph.
Then a page.
Whoops.
Whelp, here's a short vignette.
Enjoy some three am trash.
And Applejack helped a bit.

Twilight gave a quiet, irritated huff and reached her hooves up to rub at her eyes. She was still seeing spots from looking directly into the beaker, but her goggles protected her from most of the blast. Safety first, after all. Still, that shouldn't have happened. She hadn't accidentally caused an explosion since her days at the university. She knew what she did wrong, though. She'd forgotten to carry the one. Again. She groaned.

"Twilight? Everything okay? I heard an explosion and the whole castle shook!" a voice called from the stairwell. Twilight sighed and twisted around on her stool, gazing up at the crystal stairs that lead to the castle's upper floors.

"Everything is fine, Starlight, just made a teeny tiny error mixing these potions," Twilight hollered back. She glanced at the book again, trying to find the spot she'd last left off. It was smudged with soot, gunk and the remains of the beaker that had been destroyed.

"Twilight?" Starlight called again, a note of urgency in her voice. Twilight frowned, her concentration shattered like the equipment before her.

"Yes, what is it?" she called back, perking her ears at the sound of the door opening, and hooves clomping down the stairs.

"Twilight, are you alright?! Answer me!" Starlight called again. Now Twilight was starting to feel irritated. No. She could push it off. It was unbecoming of a princess to snap. She was fine. Still, was Starlight not listening? If it wasn't an exploding beaker from an experiment gone awry it was ponies not giving her enough time to collect her thoughts and try again. She rubbed a hoof across the bridge of her nose. Maybe it was time for a break. She was getting frustrated.

"TWILIGHT!!" Starlight screamed. Twilight squeezed her eyes shut, a growl building in her throat.

"What?! I'm right here, you don't need to shout!" she chided, watching Starlight scramble down the stairs.

"SPIKE! Spike go get nurse Redheart! NOW! It's an emergency! Twilight is badly hurt!" she shrieked. Twilight rolled her eyes. Sure the explosion was loud and her fur was scorched just a little after she'd accidentally mixed the wrong chemicals, but there was no need to be such a drama queen about it. She expected it from Rarity, but not Starlight. Well, not usually anyway.

"No, everything is fine, Starlight. It was just-" Twilight explained, but her words died in her throat when Starlight raced past her to the purple alicorn lying crumpled in the corner. Twilight balked. Slowly, ever so slowly, she tilted her head to the side, absolutely perplexed by what she was looking at. But only momentarily. Yup. That was her body lying unmoving and mangled from the blast. Lovely. She sighed. She was planning to go to Bargain Books this afternoon. They were having a sale, but now it looked like she'd be a tad delayed. She hated delays. She meandered across the lab to Starlight, looking the unicorn over who sobbed and tried to shake Twilight back to life, clutching the princess in her forelegs and blubbering a soggy mess all over her coat.

"It'll be okay. We're gonna be okay, Twilight. Just hang in there! Spike is going to get help right now and he'll be back really soon, so, just, oh, god, stay with me!" Starlight begged, placing her hooves on Twilight's chest and starting compressions. Twilight rubbed her chest where Starlight was pushing furiously. She was fairly sure it wouldn't work and Starlight didn't even check for vital signs, a concerning fact Twilight planned to address the moment she got back. Well, maybe after book shopping.

She drew in a quiet breath, pausing at the idea of breathing when you were dead. Something to notate. How curious. Did the dead have to breathe? Of course not, unless it was a leftover habit from the living. What would happen if she stopped breathing? Discomfort? Would she even feel it? It wasn't like she had lungs in her chest as a ghost. Wait, was she a ghost? A spirit? Some sort of specter? She was jarred from her speculation when the room began to grow dark. Darker and darker still. Twilight sighed.

"Twilight?! TWILIGHT!! PLEASE!! YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP! D-DON'T DO THIS! TWILIGHT!" Starlight screamed. Twilight rubbed her ears. Did she have to scream directly into her face so loudly? Was it really necessary when Twilight was obviously unconscious? It didn't take long for the screaming to fade away, along with everything else in the room, leaving Twilight in a thin veil of darkness. More theatrics and drama. She definitely needed a good book after all of this. A voice suddenly boomed through the air.

"YOU HAVE REACHED THE END OF YOUR TIME ON THIS MORTAL COIL, PONY! I AM THE FINAL DESTINATION TO ALL THINGS LIVING!" the voice announced from everywhere and nowhere at once. A grand voice of unimaginable power that seemed to ripple through reality itself. Twilight mentally went through her shopping list.

Beside her, an ebon, ghostly mist began to manifest, bubbling with darkness and gloom. It formed what could only be described as a robe, pulled across a wiry skeletal structure that loomed towering over her, all accumulating into what appeared to be a pale white horse skull with glowing blue eyes.

"YOU HAVE MET YOUR DOOM, FOR I AM THE GRIM REA- OH GOD, IT'S YOU AGAIN!" the spirit screeched. Twilight gazed up at the menacing apparition and then back to her basement lab and flashed a sheepish grin.

"Yes, it's me. Sorry. Sorry. I didn't mean to bother you, I just accidentally blew myself up. Again," she explained, gesturing towards her book in the darkness. "The pages were a little smudged with ink, and I had to improvise with some of the ingredients and it only required a few teaspoons of-" she babbled, but the spectral horse held up a hoof and groaned.

"NO. STOP. I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT. LOOK, I HAVE A SCHEDULE TO KEEP, OKAY? CAN WE JUST, MAYBE, SKIP TO THE PART WHERE I TAKE YOU TO THE AFTERLIFE THIS TIME? PLEASE?" it snarled. Well, it was more of a plea, really. Twilight shook her head.

"I believe you have to offer me a choice of a game to challenge you in?" she asked sweetly. The Reaper sat down and began to cry. Not these horse apples again.

"No! No, no, no, no. The last time it was chess. Do you know how much I loved chess? I HATE chess now and it was one of my favorite games. I didn't think it was even possible for anypony to beat me in two moves," he sobbed. Well, Twilight had assumed the Grim Reaper was a 'he' really, she couldn't exactly check under the robes and ghost skeletons weren't known to have genders. Something more for her to speculate on. Next time this happened, she'd need to bring her notebook with her. If she died near a notebook, at least. Wait, didn't she have one in the lab? She glanced back up at the Reaper curiously, then down at the robes it was wearing. Hmmm. She blushed when it caught her staring and instantly flashed another smile.

"So I get to go back then?" she asked. The Grim Reaper drew in a deep breath, composed itself, looked over at Twilight, started to cry again, and finally shook its head and stood upright with a grim sigh.

"No. The challenge must take place. Just, not chess, okay? Can we not do chess? I will play anything but chess," it pleaded. Twilight nodded her head.

"Oh, that's fine, that's fine. We can play chess some other time. Anything, huh? How about something easy? What about Tic-Tac-Toe? Do you like Tic-Tac-Toe? Let's play that instead," the brainy alicorn cooed. The Reaper glared at her quietly before slumping his (her?) shoulders in defeat. Tic-Tac-Toe. It knew what she was playing at and it did not like it one bit. Slowly, the Reaper shook its head and pointed at her body.

"NO! NOPE! ABSOLUTELY NOT! NOT GONNA HAPPEN! NO. ALRIGHT, NO! JUST GO! JUST. GO," It snarled. Twilight's cheeks twisted into a wide, wide grin. So wide it hurt her face.

"Thank yo-"

"OUT!" the Reaper shrieked furiously. Ponies were the bane of its existence. This purple pony in particular. With a quick nod of her head, Twilight shuffled herself across the laboratory, past Starlight's sobbing frame, and settled down into her body.

"Twilight, please?! I-I know you can hear me! We're gonna get through this, HANG ON!! JUST HANG ON!!" Starlight screamed.

"Hey," Twilight said, sitting up with a yawn and a stretch. Starlight stared as if she'd seen a ghost. Which was silly. Starlight obviously had not seen her.

"T-Twilight?!" she sputtered. Twilight smiled and climbed to her hooves and trotted back to her books and shattered lab equipment. Explosions always left such a mess and since Spike was out fetching nurse Redheart, it would be a little while before he got back. Which meant she'd have to clean up herself. Irritating. She got to work, though, fetching the dustpan from the corner and the large trash bin she kept for just such an occasion. Starlight rubbed her eyes, stared, and then rubbed her eyes again. What the...

"Twilight y-you're okay? You were just dead!" Starlight exclaimed. Twilight turned towards her and frowned.

"No, you didn't check for vital signs, I was only mostly dead," she explained. Starlight stared. Her head was beginning to hurt from the lack of oxygen supplied by her heart, which had stopped when Twilight miraculously sprung back to life.

"You see, there's a big difference between entirely dead and mostly...you know what? Nevermind. No, you're right. I was dead. Let's just go with dead," Twilight corrected, shaking her head. Was she dead? Was that death? Sure she was talking to the Reaper but that didn't require her to be entirely dead, did it? Where was that notebook?

"You-you-you-you came back to life!" Starlight sputtered. Another question popped into Twilight's mind, and it was an important one: was she a zombie now? Well, she wasn't a zombie the last time this happened and she did not crave the brains of other ponies....did she? She let her gaze fall curiously to Starlight. Hmmm.

"How...how...how..." the broken record known as Starlight skipped.

Twilight glanced over at the stuttering pony thoughtfully. Of course, Starlight had never seen her perform this 'trick' before. Naturally, she'd be a little concerned.

"Oh. I died and when the Reaper came to claim my soul I challenged him to a game," she explained. Starlight's muzzle dropped open in surprise. Twilight had challenged the Reaper and she won? Impossible. That was impossible! She knew Twilight was smart, but to fool a mythical being eons old? How could she defeat somepony so powerful?! Wait, wait, no, Twilight had managed to beat her when she had all the cards and the power of time travel, so, yeah, no, it checked out.

"D-did you challenge him to chess?" Starlight stammered in disbelief. Twilight giggled and shook her head.

"Oh, no, no. Little known fact: the Reaper actually hates chess. I have ruined that game for him. Forever. No, I challenged her to Tic-Tac-Toe," she chuckled, pride riddling her voice. Slowly, Starlight tilted her head. Tic. Tac. Toe. Twilight beat the Reaper in a game of Tic-Tac-Toe? Wait. What?

"I don't, I don't understand how that's possible?" Starlight squeaked. Twilight shrugged.

"Well, they said they had a schedule to keep, so I challenged him to a game of it and everypony knows the only way to win Tic-Tac-Toe is not to play, or you'd just draw over and over again. In order to win and claim my soul, he had to refuse my challenge, -which she did- and by refusing my challenge, I won by default. Will you please pass me another trash bag?" Twilight asked brightly.

Starlight swallowed, took a step back and nervously floated a trash bag over to Twilight, who happily began to clean shards of glass scattered around the desk. There was smart. And then there was smart. And then there was whatever level of intelligence Twilight slung around so very casually. The scary type of smart that drew Starlight to the horrifying conclusion that if Twilight wanted to, she could take over the planet. Probably before lunch. What time was it? Starlight glanced at the clock in the lab. 10:36. She shuddered.

"STARLIGHT! Starlight I'm back! I've got nurse Redheart! Starlig-" Spike hollered, pausing when Starlight slowly climbed the staircase from the basement, a look of bewilderment wrapped around her features.

"...Everything is fine. Everything is fine now. We are...we're good." Starlight squeaked. She smiled the sort of smile a pony might have who just had their mind blown. With several, several pounds of dynamite.

Nurse Redheart blinked and stole a glance at Spike who shrugged in confusion. "Good?? I was under the impression Twilight was gravely hurt?" she stammered. Starlight shook her head.

"Oh no. Not hurt. Dead. She was dead. Mostly. But she got better. Please excuse me. I need to go now." she said with a wide, unnerved smile. Then she slipped into her bedroom and hung up a 'Do Not Disturb' sign, on the basis of being disturbed enough already today.

Spike stared after her, then went to the staircase and called down nervously. "... T... Twilight?"

Moments later, the princess trotted up the steps, smiling cheerfully with a tied trash bag in her magic grip. She dropped it into Spike's claws.

"There we are. Just a little mess is all. Take that outside, please?" She turned towards the nurse and nodded her head in acknowledgment. The nurse pony raised an eyebrow.

"Um? False alarm I guess?" Spike asked.

Nurse Redheart gave a well-rehearsed sigh. The sort of sigh that announced she was not in the mood for shenanigans and headed for the door. These ponies would be the death of her, she was sure.

"Sorry for the fuss!" Twilight called after her.

"FUSS!?" Spike yelled. "Twilight, I thought you were DEAD with the way Starlight was screaming! I was so scared!" The dragon hollered. Twilight shook her head.

"Nonsense, Spike. There's a reason they say "don't fear the Reaper" and I'll tell you why, but first: would you like to learn how to play Tic-Tac-Toe? Correctly?"