Through the Door:

“Twilight? Twiiiiilight~!?”

The purple mare turned from the blank wall, the green haze fading from her eyes. She blinked, and saw a young dragon stand before her, slightly out of breath from the roughly-hewn stairs he had just ran down.

The dragon launched into dialogue, his rapid speech at odds with the exhausted state he was in. “I know you told me to stay up there, but you were down here for such a long time and I got worried, so I came down here and you were just staring at that wall.” He gestured at the wall behind the dark, imposing door. “And I was calling your name, but I couldn’t seem to get your attention and...” He trailed off slightly as Twilight cantered over to the door and held it open, figuring that showing Spike what lay beyond was better than telling him. “What were you looking at? I mean, it’s just a wall.”

The dark magic that the crystal above the door had been infused with glowed bright once more, in an instant, Spike’s draconic eyes had taken on the same green haze of his friend’s from just a few moments ago. In Spike’s mind, the circular cavern faded away around him, giving way to the ultra-vivid view of Twilight’s library in Ponyville.

He looked around himself, it certainly looked like Ponyville. It had the same village feel to it, the pastel coloured houses with their thatched roofs laying sprawled across the land, Spike recognized them all.

“Ponyville? Wha- How did I get here?” Spike timidly touched the door to the Library, it felt real. “Musta been teleported here by that weird door,” He reasoned.

Suddenly, the library’s door was pulled open from the inside, to reveal Twilight Sparkle standing in the doorway, a large tome held aloft with her familiar purple magic.

“Twilight! You’re here too! What was up with that door? How did we get here?” Spike launched forward and gave Twilight a welcoming hug. Twilight looked down at him in confusion.

“What are you talking about? We’ve been living here for just under a year now. And what door are you talking about?” Twilight said, gently levering Spike off of her, before cocking her head at her assistant, waiting for an explanation.

Spike looked back at her, confusion leaking into his mind. Didn’t Twilight remember the door? Or did it-... Wait! Maybe this isn’t the same Twilight, I could have been teleported to some alternate reality, yeah, that would make sense. I better try and find out if it is the same Twilight, and if not, I’ve got to get back to my own reality. Spike though all of this in a fraction of a second, before replying to the mare in front of him.

“Do you remember King Sombra?” Spike asked her, Twilight searched her mind for a moment, but found nothing.

“No, is he one of those characters from those ‘comic books’ that you’ve started collecting? Because I told you, they don’t interest me in the slightest. Now come on, we’ve got to be getting on, the library is an absolute mess!” Twilight told Spike, before turning around and walking back into the library.

Spike bit his lip in concentration. She might have just forgotten... What about... What about the date! If it’s, like, a few days in the past, I might have been teleported into the past! Yes! That would explain everything! Spike smiled slightly at his own cognitive prowess, and told himself that he had to find out the date.

But once he was inside the library, he never got a chance to ask so, Twilight immediately set him on a task before disappearing off to study the book that she was still levitating in front of her. As she departed she called back to the dragon, “Don’t forget! We have to have a talk once you’ve finished here, there is some things I need to talk to you about.” The door closed behind her and Spike gave a sigh.

As Spike got to work sorting the books, he continued to think to himself. I didn’t get to ask her, but I guess I could ask her during that talk thing, whatever that is. I wonder what it is she wanted to tell me... He trailed off as he relaxed into the familiar, monotonous work that he was used to performing as Twilight’s assistant.

Once he had finished his task, he went over to Twilight’s Study’s door, and gave it a quick rap. “Twilight! I’ve finished sorting!” Spike called through the solid oak, Twilight beckoned him inside.

The door closed with a dull thud behind him, and Spike jumped slightly, despite having heard that sound a million times before.

Twilight looked up from the book and gestured towards the chair on the opposite side of her desk, she looked exactly like the stereotypical head teacher, about to give a student a good telling-off.

“I suppose you’re wondering why we needed to talk.” Twilight began, Spike nodded. “Well, you’ve been a good assistant to me, and a friend too. So I think you deserve the blunt truth without all that waffling.” Spike didn’t like where this is going. “Well, truth be told, I don’t need you anymore! You’ve grown to be more of a burden than a help, and I think it’s time for you to go. I’ve already arranged to have you sent away, somewhere where you could actually do some help.”

Twilight stopped for a moment to allow for all of this to sink in. Spike’s eyes grew wide and wild, could she really be telling the truth? No. Twilight wouldn’t do this, this has to be some sort of sick joke! Twilight wouldn’t do this! This isn’t Twilight! But try as he might, Spike couldn’t believe himself, tears welled up his eyes, and he opened his mouth to speak, but Twilight got there first.

“Goodbye Spike. I suggest you go pack your stuff,” Twilight said, she didn’t seem baleful or hostile, but there was something in her cold stare, the one that gave off no emotions, that hit Spike hard.

“No! I don’t wanna go! Please, Twilight, don’t make me-” Spike began, backing jumped off the chair and backing away from Twilight.

Blackness consumed the scene around Spike, fading it out to reveal the same cold, rock-hewn hole he had been standing in before. The green haze faded from his eyes, and he blinked away the tears. It was just some sort of weird hallucination.

Twilight had bucked the door shut, breaking off his connection to the unnatural magic. “King Sombra’s dark magic; a doorway that leads to your worst fears,” Twilight explained, looking back at the gray crystal.

Spike wiped his eyes, “We were home, you told me you didn’t need me anymore, you were sending me away...” He crossed his arms in effort to stop them from shaking from the emotions he was trying to rid himself of. Twilight drew him in close and nuzzled herself against his head.

“A fear that will never come to pass. I’m never going to send you away. And I’m not going to fail my test!” Twilight said reassuringly, Spike smiled up at her. How could I ever think she would do something like that, Twilight would never do that to me.

With Spike’s fears successfully assuaged, they continued in their mission.