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What Now Trixie?

by Philosopher01

Chapter 1: Things that go bump in the night

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Things that go bump in the night

Thump! Thump! Thump!

A purple unicorn stirred in her bed.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

The unicorn mumbled in a sleep-thick voice.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

Twilight gasped as reality attacked her, flinging herself upright in her bed. She glanced around the darkness of her bedroom in utter confusion, dumbfounded as to why she suddenly found herself in the land of the conscious. An aggressive smashing noise provided a clue to the mystery.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

“What in the-,” she slurred to herself, rubbing her heavy eyelids with her hooves. Beyond the soft snoring of a baby dragon and the pitter-patter of rain on the windows, Twilight realised the sound resonated from a lower floor. Pulling her blanket off herself, she stumbled out of bed, yawning loudly in the process. Her body wailed in protest, muscles stiffening and bones rattling in the sudden climatic change from her warm bed to the cruel cold air of the room. She blinked, trying to achieve sight, balance and a host of other bodily functions simultaneously. Meanwhile the banging continued.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

As her senses returned to her, she was able to conclude that the sound was emanating from the front door of the library. A sudden anxiety entered her mind now that it had begun processing thoughts to near-full capacity. The apparent possible danger of somepony or some...THING assaulting the front door of her home in the middle of the night now revealed itself. With a new found hesitance, Twilight slowly opened the bedroom door. The way it creaked and whined as she pushed it open added to her ominous mood.

Now at the top of the stairs overlooking the main foyer, Twilight could see the door shaking as the would-be intruder continued to attack it.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

Twilight stood, shivering from both the cold and a building nervous energy. Internally she debated between ignoring the door and opening it, curiosity and fear locked in a deadly battle in her mind. Her hooves brought her down the stairs and closer to the door as her mind hammered out possibilities. Who could it be, a friend... an enemy? Twilight had her share of both, and could not decide which was more likely.

Curiosity was the victor in the end, as a shaking purple hoof reached out for the doorknob. Like her bedroom door, the victimised front door moaned as it was pushed open.

Upon opening, Twilight still did not know if she looked upon a friend or an enemy.

Standing, or rather swaying, in front of her was a familiar blue unicorn. Her silver mane hung in a haphazard fashion around her face. It was frayed, tangled and jutted out in every possible direction. A purple cape hung from the unicorns neck, albeit all to one side, revealing half of the mare’s body, the fur of which was damp, matted and appeared to be glistening with some form of sticky wet substance. None of these things were the first thing that struck Twilight though.

That was the smell.

Trixie stank of cider. The gut wrenching stench hit Twilight’s snout so hard upon opening the door that her gag reflex activated immediately, causing her to step back and throw a hoof over her nostrils.

“Sweet Celestia...” Twilight choked, eyes beginning to water from the odour.

“Twili... Shparkle!” The inebriated pony yelled after adjusting bloodshot eyes upon the librarian. Following Trixie’s rather unique pronunciation of Twilight’s name, the blue unicorn promptly fell on her face, the front half of her body slumped half way inside the door while her raised rear remained outside. A door upstairs creaked open.

“Twilight?” A sleepy voice called from above. “What’s going-“ Spike cut himself short as he observed the bizarre scene in front of him. “Is that-“

“Spike, we have a situation here and I’m going to need some help,” Twilight responded urgently, her voice still muffled behind a hoof. “Get me a towel, water, some pillows and blankets from upstairs please, and quickly.” Sensing the urgency in Twilight’s voice, Spike promptly set out to his assigned task, dashing back into the bedroom.

“Oh Trixie, what have you done to yourself?” Twilight whispered. Wrapping her magic around the intoxicated magician, she levitated Trixie inside, shutting the door with a hoof. She attempted to position Trixie upright, but her legs immediately went limp upon contact with the floor, leaving Twilight with no option but to lay her down on her side. Spike appeared moments later with the stack of items which Twilight had requested.

“Lay out the pillows on the floor Spike,” Twilight asked. She magically unclasped Trixie’s cape, folded it neatly and placed it on a table nearby. She then proceeded to dip a towel into the bucket of water and began wiping Trixie down, who squirmed feebly in response to the wet fabric.

“What’s the matter with her?” Spike asked.

“I think she may have had a little too much cider,” Twilight answered, her voice filled with concern.

“So... she’s hammered?”

“To put it bluntly, yes.”

“What’s she doing here?”

“That I can’t answer...”

“What are you going to do with her?”

“Well, I can’t just leave her out in the rain in her condition.” Twilight continued to gently clean Trixie as Spike finished creating a makeshift bed. “Perhaps we will get some answers in the morning,” Twilight yawned. She patted Trixie dry with the towel then levitated the twitching unicorn onto the pillows, pulling the blanket over her. Observing the pillows which Trixie now lay upon, Twilight narrowed her eyes in suspicion. “Where did you get these pillows from Spike?”

“Oh um...” the dragon raised a nervous claw to his mouth. “I kinda panicked and grabbed the first ones I saw... which were from your bed.”

A frustrated frown crept onto Twilight’s face. “Great,” she groaned. “Never mind, I’ll stay down here with her anyway, make sure she lives through the night.” Annoyed as she was by being awoken in the middle of the night by a drunken Trixie, Twilight could not in good conscience allow something to happen to another pony on her doorstep. Looking over at the intoxicated mare she felt a pang of sympathy, Trixie’s usually perfect flowing hair was knotted into a tangled mess as she lay drooling on top of the pillows.

“You go back up to bed Spike, I’ll take it from here.”

“Alright, good luck Twilight!” Spike accepted, eager to get back to his warm bed.

Twilight pulled a stool up to the table next to Trixie. She rested her chin on her hooves, feeling her eyes grow heavy. Moments later she was back to the land of the unconscious.

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