Okay bronies, it's Two-Star Tuesday, so I've dug into Equestria Daily's archive for a story tagged as a Two-Star story. And today's fic is... (yawns) rather uninspired. I suppose the concept could be interesting to explore, but here it just drags. I don't think I've ever felt more unconnected to a character. Not to mention it adheres to my pet peeve of not making a new paragraph for each speaker. At least "Sweet Apple Massacre" did that right... Anyway, this story is pretty mild. You'll be fine. As always, enjoy!

Author: ...
Twilight: ...
Rarity: ... Well?
Author: I'm thinking.
Twilight: I highly doubt it.
Author: Smart ass... Okay, so, after you two start making out, that'll be the end of chapter one. From there, I'll except requests to continue that scene by utilizing certain fetishes. It's like clop-fic, but more clever!
Twilight: You're expecting to receive requests...
Rarity: For that?
Author: I don't know! I'm thinking maybe I'll get some weird stuff, like clown fetishes or something. Wait, that gives me an idea! A Tim Curry/Rarity shipping! It's foolproof!
(Doors swing shut and lock.)
Pinkie Pie: (From TV) I have a request! That you make me laugh by reading this story!
Twilight: Pinkie, do you even know what a fetish is?
Pinkie Pie: (From TV) Of course I do! It's a small mammal, right?
Twilight: Forget I asked.
Rarity: So, Rainbow, what do you plan to torture us with today?
Rainbow Dash: (From TV) Ok, so, your prank today is a grimdark called "Friendship is Forever". It's a war drama about Spike and how he loses everyone he loves. Well, to be more accurate, it's a war drama about an emotionless robot that tries it's hardest to win an Oscar, but doesn't quite make it.
(Buzzer sounds.)
All: We've got story sign!

---

Friendship is Forever

Rarity: So are diamonds, but you don't see me going on about it.

Midnight

Twilight: Editing done by Late Afternoon.

Spike stood rigid, at attention in front of many ponies in rebel outfits.

Author: "Do you have the plans for the Death Star?"

His stare pierced through the air like a bullet. He would never forget the events leading up to this moment,

Rarity: First he was on a train, then he walked there, then he walked up the stairs to the podium...
Twilight: Stop.

the receiving of his purple pony badge for his recognition of his services in the Rebel Army.

Author: Why do I not sound impressed by this medal?

Almost everyone he knew was either dead or missing in action or some other strange complication.

Rarity: They were the ones who were dead in action or missing in dead.

The war had broken out when he was only 5 in pony years. Which in dragon years would make him about 20.

Twilight: How does that math work?

A new prince had taken over, Sola, and declared war on all inferior ponies within Equestria, in an attempt to “cleanse the land”.

All: ... What?
Author: (sighs) Okay, let's play a game of "What the hell is wrong with this picture"?
Twilight: What happened to princess Celestia and Luna?
Rarity: What constitutes an inferior pony?
Author: And why the HELL is he the one to take over?
Rarity: Why do I have the horrible, horrible feeling that none of these questions are going to be answered?

Shortly after, most of the ponies in Ponyville and all around Equestria took up arms, and started the P. U. R. F.,

Twilight: "Pillaging Using Raging Fire"?
Rarity: "Puking Uncontrollably from Ridiculous Fanfiction"?
Author: "People and Unicorns Riffing Fanfiction"?

the ponies united rebellion front.

All: Oh! THAT P.U.R.F!

He would never forget his first night experiencing battle. The sound of bombs dropping, that high pitched whistle. The screams of ponies in incredibly agonizing pain filled his ears.

Rarity: That's just the readers.

Their screams were so loud that they hurt Spike just hearing them.

Author: "Guys, could you keep it down? I just had some Bud Light last night and my head is killing me!

Spike could remember clearly the events that took place up to Commander Twilight’s death. They were on a simple mission, to check out a rebel occupied city. They were in a convoy; Twilight in the head car and Spike was in the truck in the back, with a few heavy MG cars in the center.

Twilight: Milligram cars?
Author: I feel as though all this is a just a LITTLE out of place in Equestria.

Spike was commissioned into the 45th demolitions crew and was moving with the 12th rebel infantry company. Spike felt like he had been in the car forever. They had been in the same crew for roughly 6 months. Spike was just reminiscing of when they had a 4th, younger dragon in the crew, Chops,

Rarity: What was he, three?
Author: They affectionately called him "Pork".

when suddenly he heard two loud explosions. Both of the MG trucks had exploded in a fiery mess and shrapnel covered the windshield of Spike’s truck.

Twilight: Quick! Use your wipers!

The convoy came to a halt. Yelling came from in the distance and the next thing Spike knew, his mouth was full the taste of blood and felt an intense pounding in his brain.

Author: The story forgot to mention he's also a vampire.

He crawled out of the burning wreckage and scanned the area for enemy ponies. None.

Rarity: I suppose they blew themselves up.

He quickly retreated to the forests around the convoy. He had a bad burn on his stomach,

Author: "That's what I get for having a burrito before battle!"

the only soft part of his body. Spike had no way to heal his wounds except through time.

Twilight: Check the first aid kit, maybe there's a clock.

Luckily, he wasn’t that badly hurt except for the burn, which he was able to bear. He couldn’t say so for his other crewmates. His memory was hazy, but he remembered crawling out of the car and seeing their bodies, motionless.

Rarity: Turns out it was just a mannequin factory they were right next to. Everypony's fine.

He tried to get up and walk back to camp, which wasn’t for miles. He collapsed under a tree and fell asleep quickly. He woke up early in the morning, when the sky was still dark. He was sweating profusely from a nightmare.

Author: Something about Twilight and a porcupine.

It was about earlier today; the Equestrian Royal Army had captured Twilight. He ran back as fast as he could with his wounds, which healed fast. Spike knew that dragons healed fast, but this was a stretch.

Twilight: What, was he only half-dragon?
Author: Remember, half-dragon, half-vampire.

The wreckage was still burning brightly. He walked slowly over to the front car, or what was left of it. He looked inside, and didn’t want to look, but kept looking into the cabin. Twilight’s body was mangled and raw from the fire.

Author: Really? I'd think the body would have been well-done! (Kicked in the gut by Twilight.)

He crawled in and removed her hot lifeless body.

Rarity: No necrophilia! I'm warning you!

He put out the last few flames on her body, and begun burying her. He then began the walk to the rebel city.

A tear formed in his eye. It seemed like ages ago this happened, however it had only been about a month or so. He was admitted to a military hospital and within a month he was out again.

Author: The food sucked, but at least there was good cable.

He was called to the podium and given his medal. The medal had meant nothing to him. He only cared for his friends. Or what was left of them.

Twilight: He hung the remains on his wall.

Spike decided to go and find out the fate of his friends from the peaceful Equestria he once knew. One person he believed he was alive was Ditzy. She had been court marshaled for leading an entire squad to their deaths and was promptly discharged.

Rarity: I'd discharge the pony that put her in charge in the first place.

First he would have to locate her.

Spike promptly checked the P.U.R.F. database for any pony matching the description Grey, Pegasus, and named Ditzy. Records described her last known home in the Central District of Cloudsdale.

Author: Ponyville kicked her out for excessive cross-eyedness.

And that was where Spike was headed next. First he would have to get some rest.

Twilight: Wasn't he in a hospital for a month?

He sincerely wanted to go home, and see all of his friends smiling faces again. He especially wanted to see Twilight’s face.

Rarity: If you wanted to see her face regularly, you shouldn't have buried her!

He packed his duffel bag and set off.

He got strange looks when he landed at the Pony Port. He was a dragon but that wasn’t the part they were staring at. They were staring at his uniform.

Twilight: "Yeah, yeah, I know the purple pony medal is stupid, so stop staring!

He tried to avoid their stares, like missiles seeking their target, but couldn’t dodge them.

Author: Heat-seeking stares.

They followed him. Even when he took off, tears in his eyes, towards Ponyville. All he wanted was to see his friends.

He walked down Cottage road, past Fluttershy’s house. The lights were off, and it seemed abandoned. The house seemed almost lifeless however it had become home to many animals.

Rarity: So it wasn't abandoned.

It seemed like a tribute to Fluttershy and all she stood for.

Author: If she was a loyalist to the throne, I guess she stood for the Theory of Evolution and rooting out the weak.

Spike strolled past Apple Farms. He walked in. He tried to remember the smell of all Apple related accessories, the sound of Big Mac’s “Eyup”, the sound of Applejacks hooves hard at work but it had been so long hearing only explosions and gunshots that the sounds he loved so much had disappeared. He longed to see AJ but the only thing he saw was Granny Smith’s grave. Spike picked some apples and carefully placed them on Granny’s grave.

Rarity: Then her hoof popped out because she was a zombie!
Twilight and Author: AHH!
Author: Spike Campbell in; "Army of Ponies".

Spike tried to hide his tears from someone, anyone. But as he walked out, the tears just flowed.

Twilight: Well, there's nopony around, so I guess you're doing a bang-up job of hiding them.

He strolled past Sugar Cube corner

Author: Spike's so chill. He's just strolling everywhere, like a boss.

and swore he heard Pinkie singing and smelled sweets. He wanted to run in, and gobble down all the cupcakes that Pinkie had just freshly baked.

Author: The war must be good for her method of cooking.
Rarity: No.

If there were any sweets, or any Pinkie. He had heard she went crazy, but to what extent? Spike didn’t even want to see if Pinkie was in there. It would bring back too many painful memories.

Twilight: The streamers... So many streamers...

Finally he reached the Library where he and Twilight had stayed many years ago. He pulled out the key. It was shaped like a star.

Rarity: Really?

Tears started to well up, but he suppressed them. “Not again” he thought.

Twilight: "I'll be damned if I start portraying emotion in this story!"

The door opened with a creak, and the smell of old paper and dust filled his nostrils.

Author: Could you imagine if the dust made him sneeze, and he sent every piece of paper in the room to Celestia?

There were the tears again. Except these just flowed and flowed. There was no way to switch them off.

Author: Try rebooting.

Spike dropped his bag and ran up to where his Blanket would be. Even though it was all too small,

Rarity: Did he really grow that much in six months?

he curled up into a ball and cried himself to sleep.

Spike woke up with a jolt. He dreamt of Twilight again. This time He, Twilight and Rarity were hanging out together on the hill.

Twilight: I bet we were having a blast riffing the hay out of something.

He had to go see what remained of Rarity’s house. He ran over there, not sure what to find. Her house was open.

Rarity: Well, he found the house.

Spike strolled inside and looked around. He called out Rarity’s name, but was answered only by loneliness.

Author: "Come on in, I've got some grits on the stove!"

Opal came through the door, sleepy from lying on the old dusty pile of cloth. He went outside, and sealed Rarity’s door shut with a quick weld from his fire breath.

Rarity: Hey! What if I need to come back for something?!
Author: Wasn't Opal still inside?

He decided he would leave town as soon as possible on the way back to the Library. This time, he definitely heard Pinkie Pie from inside Sugar Cube Corner. Spike walked briskly inside and peeked around. He called out “Pinkie?” He heard the singing stop;

Author: "Did he hear me?! No one must know about my love for Rebecca Black!"

an oven shut and a window open all in a single moment. He went towards where he heard the sound. It came from the kitchen. Spike looked out the window and saw a cloaked figure running into the Everfree Forest.

Author: Was that Dread Pirate Roberts?

Spike recognized just as the figure disappeared, Pinkies Tail. She was still alive! But why was she running from Spike?

Rarity: Halitosis?

Weren’t they friends? He peeked in the oven. Cupcakes. Spike snatched them up and they were still burning hot. He didn’t care. He just wanted to go back to the past.

Twilight: That's why she ran, she was worried about violent Cupcake thieves!
Author: You know what I'd like? To go to the past, a time before I started reading this.
Rarity: Perhaps it's time for a break. I, for one, can only take so much fan fiction in one sitting.

---

Twilight: Ugh... I guess Princess Celestia retired to her summer condo and let some fascist dictator take over.
Rarity: Luna must be busy fiddling with that silly abacus of hers.
Author: What I don't understand is what side Spike is on.
Twilight: What do you mean? Isn't he with the rebels?
Rarity: Yeah, he recieved the medal from them at the beginning.
Author: OBJECTION! (Points finger.)
Rarity: Stop pointing. It's rude.
Author: Oh. Sorry... But, consider this. Way up the page, Spike said that earlier that day he'd heard about how Commander Twilight was captured by the Equestrian Army. His story then talks about how he was riding in a caravan with Twilight. Right?
Twilight: I see what you're saying. Maybe the writer meant that she was captured after the incident?
Author: TAKE THAT! I'd like to present evidence A, which is Twilight's mangled corpse that was inside the same vehicle she was riding! Therefore, she was already in the Equestrian Army's capture when the cars were blown up! Therefore, (slams desk) Spike was riding as a soldier for the Equestrian Army, and not the rebels as he says!
Rarity: ...
Twilight: ... Maybe it's just bad writing?
Author: Okay, that could be-
(Buzzer sounds)
All: We've got story sign!

---

After he gathered up his stuff and checked the rest of his friends’ house’s excluding Rainbow Dash’s, he made his way for Cloudsdale. He arrived at the launch pad and after an uneventful day of walking, he took off for the Central District of Cloudsdale.

Author: So how does the launch pad work?
Twilight: It's a platform with a giant spring underneath.

He landed and went into a phone booth.

Author: And changed into Superman!

He quickly looked in the directory for a Doo,

Author: Ditzy Doo Who, who was no more than two.

Ditzy. 40 Pegacorn Street. He flew briskly, because he wanted to know the fate of his friends if Ditzy could deliver in any way. Was Ditzy even dependable? She had killed an entire squad.

Twilight: Depends. Whose side was that squad on?

Spike arrived in good time,

Rarity: A minute and fifty-five second.

and rang the doorbell with haste.

Author: So he could ring the doorbell the same turn he got there.

He had second thoughts on Ditzy Doo. What if it turned out that all the rumors of her being… stupid were true? He had hoped not.

Twilight: But now he did.

The door opened. “Hello? Who are you?” came a voice from behind the rather large door. “I am Private Second class Demolitions crew Spike, and I need to speak with you.”

Author: "It concerns your father and a watch he gave to me during the war..."

“If it’s about the rebel army then I don’t wanna hear it. I didn’t kill those troopers if that’s what you want” Ditzy said with a slight annoyance. “Its not about you. Its what you can do for me. I need to know if you have access to the rebel databases.”

Rarity: "Are you kidding? I have the data on loan from the library!"

Said Spike. “I actually do. People say that I’m stupid, when they can’t even prevent a discharged rebel from accessing their data.

Twilight: Take that, defining character trait!

Please, come in.” The door finally opened and spike walked in. He could barely fit, as the door was meant to be used for pegasi but he managed to squeeze through with minimal damage to the door.

Rarity: I'm beginning to get the impression that the writer pictured Spike as older. And bigger.
Twilight: But isn't he only five?
Author: Maybe his greed concerning information made him grow. But I don't think the writer is nearly that clever.

Ditzy’s house was decorated with exquisite paintings of Ponies, and also of war scenes. “Here, please sit down and tell me your story.” Ditzy requested.

Author: "Please, allow me to get you a spot of Earl Grey, and we can discuss the policies of Sir Winston Churchill
during the second world war. I'm Derpy!"

She pushed a cup of tea towards Spike and he sipped slowly as he told his tale and what he wanted from Ditzy.

Author: WHAT?! No! I was kidding about the tea! I WAS KIDDING!

After Spikes riveting tale of bravery and war,

Twilight: Why couldn't we hear that story?

Ditzy showed Spike to her computer. “This is where I do all my work” Ditzy stated.

Author: I never realized ponies had developed computers. I guess she works with C#, eh?

They immediately went to work discovering the last known location of all of Spikes friends. This included Rarity, Applejack, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Big Macintosh, and Applebloom.

Rarity: Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle be damned!

First he had to know where his beloved Rarity had gone. The screen said it frankly:

Twilight: "Look, frankly, you're never going to see her again."

Rarity Affiliation: Equestrian Royal Army, Occupation: Spy. It broke his heart to know that Spike had loved a traitor. He felt incredibly heart broken and faint but managed to stay conscious long enough to see the results of his next acquaintance,

Author: This is important to note. This means he's going to fall unconscious after the next result.
Twilight: He's pulling a "Not My Destiny".

Fluttershy. It said she was currently in a Rebel Mental Hospital. The thought of Fluttershy going into shell shock didn’t particularly surprise Spike. He figured that Fluttershy would never last.

Twilight: They should've checked her expiration date before she was enlisted.

He planned to go and try and visit her, or what was left of her shattered mind. “On to the next one” said Spike. Applejack, status: deceased. KIA.

Author: She was killed by a car. How tragic.
Twilight: Notice the severe lack of passing out.

Here came back that faint feeling of loneliness. That same feeling when he realized that Twilight was killed.

Rarity: The mangled corpse from before? Just wounded.
Author: "It's just a flesh wound!"

A voice brought him back to reality- “Spike? Spike? Are you alright?” came from the darkness.

Author: I quickly use magic missile on the darkness!

“Twilight?” said a delirious Spike “No its me, Ditzy. Lets get on to the next one, shall we?” “How long was I out,” asked Spike. Ditzy responded,

Twilight: "Twenty years. I didn't want to wake you because you looked so peaceful."

“You collapsed for a second and then here we are now.” Ditzy brought up the next page, Rainbow Dash. Rainbow Dash, status: Unknown. Unknown? What could that mean? Was she still alive?

All: IT MEANS IT'S UNKNOWN!

That would have to wait, Spike decided. Ditzy pulled up Pinkie Pie’s page. He was most curious to see her whereabouts, after that strange encounter with the Pinkie look alike. Pinkie Pie, status, AWOL.

Rarity: "All Weekend On Lake"?
Twilight: "All Walruses Of Law-firms"?
Author: Idiots. It's a military term; "Aim Well, Awarded Luncheons".
Twilight: Awarded doesn't start with-
Author: SHH!

That meant that she could still be alive! But that wouldn’t explain why she ran away from Spike. “Can you get a more in depth description?” Spike requested “Sure thing” Ditzy replied. “I don’t understand very well why people think I’m stupid. I mean, the army wasn’t even able to disable a simple account.

Author: "Also, check out this game I created only using flash that incorporates 3D models. In addition, I'd like your opinion on my theory concerning the relationship between space and time, and the way speed affects the two. I'm Derpy!"

It says that Pinkie Pie was supposed to be put in jail for murder of a superior officer, but then went AWOL and disappeared.” That meant that the person Spike saw was probably Pinkie.

Author: Or Obi-Wan. Both are cloaked.

Next on the list was The Cutie Mark Crusaders. Last time Spike heard from his friend Applebloom, Sweetiebell, Scootaloo and her were being sent on a reconnaissance mission.

Rarity: Children are enlisted in the army? Who would've guessed!

Applebloom, status: Captured. She must’ve been caught when on the mission. Which meant that Scootaloo and Sweetiebell were probably there too. “Ditzy, can you check on the last transmission involving the three?” “Yeah Spike, hold on. Here it is.”

Twilight: "I don't understand how anypony thinks I'm stupid, I mean, they can't even delete a sound byte properly!

She switched on the volume, and static filled Spikes ears. Then after a while he heard that signature “eyup” of Big Mac followed by what Spike thought was a negotiator from the Royal Army.

Author: The Mouth of Sola.

Which meant that Big Mac had something to do with his younger sister and the rescue mission. “Quickly Ditzy, can you look up Big Mac’s page please?” Spike said hastily.

Rarity: Why's he so interested in Big Mac all of a sudden?

“Yeah. And thanks for saying please.” Big Macintosh, Status: Deceased.

Twilight: "Deceased? What could THAT mean? Is he dead?"

“Can you look up his cause of death?” The screen flashed for a moment then a file popped up on screen, describing the events of The Crusaders’ mission, the transmission received from the Equestrian Royal Army’s Negotiators, regarding the capture of the 3 fillies’, and the rescue mission involving Big Mac, and Big Mac’s death on the field.

Author: Good job, you just killed all the suspense of the following paragraph. Let us all sit and watch as the events unfold in the exact way the file just told us.

Mac sat down in the truck, his heavy Kevlar jacket pressed against his chest. He shifted gently as the truck rounded each turn. Even though on the outside he was calm like always, this mission was personal.

Rarity: They'd stolen his FAVORITE Kevlar jacket! This new one was okay, but it'd never replace Kevin Kevlar!

He would do anything to get Applebloom back. He couldn’t lose his last family by blood. Applejack had only been killed in the battle of Dairytown only a few weeks ago. And with Applebloom gone, he would be all-alone in this war-scarred land. They arrived at the mission start zone in what seemed like no time at all.

Author: Call of Pony: Black Ops.

This was it. The rest of life depended on the success of this mission. Mac went to the back of his truck and loaded up his gear.

Twilight: A flashlight, two bags of hay chips, and an inflatable raft.

He grabbed his Minigun and backup pistol and ammo. Big Mac and his troop ran through the forest towards the encampment where Applebloom was being held. Mac held up the rear,

Rarity: "Come on, Big Mac, stop slowing us down!"

with a friend and commanding officer, Starshine at the front.

Author: He has such a BRIGHT future ahead of him! (Rarity and Twilight groan.)

A bullet whizzed past and hit the dirt near one of the fillies in their squad. “CONTACT!” yelled Big Mac.

Author: "EVERYONE STOP! I DROPPED MY CONTACT, AND I CAN'T SEE WITHOUT IT!

They ran to cover behind trees. Big Mac switched off the safety on his Pistol and Minigun and charged forward towards the base. He was like a tractor, mowing through the high grass and mowing down enemy infantry.

Twilight: That is the greatest metaphor I've ever heard. I'm humbled.

He heard his CO yelling at him to get back,

Author: Quick! Use your CO power!

but he couldn’t hear over the sound of his heartbeat and the repeating beat of his Minigun firing 30 mm bullets. Suddenly,

Author: Big Mac realized that mini-guns don't actually use 30 mm bullets, but 7.62 mm bullets instead, and that .30 was the caliber.

Big Mac felt a pain in his left hoof.

Twilight: "Stupid athlete's hoof!"

Big Mac collapsed and felt the hot dirt stick to his sweaty face.

Rarity: AH! Clop-fic! Get it away!
Author: By hot he means temperature.
Rarity: In that case... AH! Dirt! Get it away! (Author and Twilight sigh)

It became increasingly harder to breathe. He ripped off his Kevlar, stood back up with incredible difficulty and continued to press forward.

Author: That's not how you do it! Press up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, start.

He fired without caring. Even after his Minigun clip was emptied, he continued to hold down the trigger.

Rarity: I don't think he's brave. He's just stupid.

Finally he ran out of energy and collapsed once again. Another shot, except this time into his stomach. The gun firing around him stopped and a voice came from beside him “HANG ON MAC! ITS GONNA BE ALRIGHT!” yelled out the squad medic. “…No… I… cant…” Mac managed to squeeze out one sentence.

Author: If life was a giant tube of toothpaste, then that sentence was the last glob.

“What? What are you saying Mac?” No response. “Mac?

Twilight: "Could you speak a little louder? I didn't quite catch that."

Goddammit I think we lost Mac.” Dead silence filled the forest and base.

Rarity: How nice of the other side to stop firing.

Somewhere in that facility made of strengthened metal,

Twilight: As opposed to normal metal.

Applebloom awaited her brother and her sister to come and rescue her.
“I think I’m going to cry again,” muttered Spike while holding back tears. Ditzy was already crying her eyes out.

Author: We're crying, but for a far different reason.

After such a long day of these terrible feelings, Spike retreated to the couch and fell asleep almost immediately. He woke up with a jolt, again. He couldn’t remember anything about the dream except the sound of gunfire all around him. He smelled burnt gunpowder but then the smell gave way to home made waffles.

Author: Waffles? Not muffins? I'm convinced. This Derpy is some sort of changeling that took Derpy's form.
Rarity: Is it me, or are there changelings in just about every story we read?

He walked into the kitchen and sat down. He wished life could be like this forever. Living simply with a friend, eating waffles for breakfast, and having fun all day, without a care in the world.

Author: Yeah, cry me a river, kid. Great Scott, that was dull!
Twilight: Is this it? What about Sola? What happens to Pinkie? Spike? Applebloom?
Rarity: You can forget Sola, was mentioned once as a plot device.
Author: And do you really want to read MORE?
Twilight: Point...

---

Pinkie Pie: (From TV) WELL?! Wasn't that exciting?!
Rarity: Define exciting.
Author: Except don't, she's joking.
Rainbow Dash: (From TV) C'mon! Guns and stuff are cool, right?
Twilight: In this context? No.
Author: If I was writing this, I'd take a page from a Gamera movie I saw recently and have guns that shot RAINBOW HEAT BEAM RAYS. I'd be famous! Bronies would flock to my stories!
Rarity: Well, it's always nice to have dreams, I suppose.
Twilight: And I'm dreaming of getting out of here. Rainbow?
Rainbow Dash: (From TV) Just to let you know, author, I totally support the rainbow idea!
Twilight: Rainbow?
Rainbow Dash: (From TV) Oh, right!
(Rainbow Dash presses the button, and the TV turns off with a blip.)

Next Chapter: Study Buddies: Sleeping Like an Angel Estimated time remaining: 40 Hours, 27 Minutes