Title:           Brotime - Chapter 1
Author:          Albert_Reginald
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First Edit:      Thursday 12th of April 2012 01:09:19 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 12th of April 2012 01:09:19 AM CDT

>You kneel down and Spike climbs up your back and sits on your left shoulder
>The sun has set and its orange glow steadily disappears behind the horizon
>You grab your still steaming mug of tea, close your door and lock it, then turn around and make your way to the library
"So Spike"
>"Yeah?"
"How come you didn't go with Twilight to Canterlot? I mean, doesn't she usually take you?"
>"Yeah...about that."
>You raise an eyebrow
>"I kinda stayed up a little late last night. Twilight told me she'd leave me behind if I didn't get up. Well...I didn't."
>You can sense a somber tone in his voice
>"Anon, do you think she's mad at me? I sure hope not."
"Twilight? Mad at you? C'mon man, listen to what you're saying. She could never be mad at you."
>"Oh yeah? Well...what about that time with Owlicious?"
>You sigh
"She wasn't getting mad at you, she was upset with you. Besides, you -were- acting kinda dumb."
>"Hey!"
"I'm just saying. Anyway, you questioned her feelings towards you Spike. You acted like an Owl was going to make Twilight stop caring for you just because he could stay up late."
>"Yeah...I guess you're right."
"No guesses about it, bro. I toldja everything would be fine, right?"
>No respose
>You shake your shoulder to get his attention.
"Riiiiight?"
>"Right."
"And everything turned out fine, right?"
>"Hehe, right."
"So no worries!"
>You and Spike both laugh as you approach the library
>You open the door and walk in, closing it behind you
>Spike jumps off of your shoulder onto a pile of books...which is next to another pile of books...and another
"Uh..Spike? You been getting behind on shelving?"
>"Yeah, kinda."
"Kinda?"
>You look at him with an eyebrow raised
>He wears a blank expression
>Soon you two burst out in laughter
>"Okay okay, hehe, I'm -way- behind. Mind helping me get caught up?"
>You let out a heavy sigh and roll your eyes, then smile to let Spike know you're joking around
"Alright, I'll help."
 
>You and Spike have been shelving for what feels like hours
>It's only been one
>Your sense of time really sucks
>You pick up another book and read its title
"Human...Anatomy?"
>There's no way this book should exist
>You check the author's name
>Aft End
>You chuckle. Aft End usually means one's ass
>You don't recall anyp0ny named Aft End inspecting your body. I mean, you -are- the only human in Equestria
>Besides, the only p0nies to see your naked body are the two rapists and Twilight that one time she wondered why your skin felt like cloth
>Wait a second...
>Applejack Fluttershy Twilight
>A F T
yougottabefuckingkiddingme
>You drop the book, feeling even more violated than when you wake up with a sore crotch
>Your side of the library is shelved, besides the evil book you plan on burning sometime soon
>You turn around to see only one pile of books left on Spike's side and Spike...is sleeping on top of it
>You chuckle at the sight and yawn
>It's not that late, probably around 10:30, but you're still tired
>You pick up Spike and climb the steps to Twilight's bed balcony
>You kick Spike's blanket off of his bed, place him in it, and cover him up
>The little guy is out cold
>You smile and climb down the balcony to shelve Spike's last pile
>After some careful shelving, and wondering where the book's whose title start with a hyphen go, you're finished
>And also pretty damn tired
>Felt like it took an hour to do that
>It's only been 30 minutes
>Again, your sense of time sucks balls
>Well, it's bedtime anyway
>You stretch and yawn looking towards Twilight's bed
>It's not like there's anywhere else to sleep
>You slowly make your way up the steps to the balcony, blowing out the candles illuminating the library
>Twilight's bed looks extremely comfortable in the moonlight, especially with this level of fatigue
>You throw your shoes off and jump in the bed, wrapping yourself up in the blanket
>Looking up to Luna's moon through the window, you find yourself deep in thought again. The same questions penetrate your mind, just like they do everytime you start to think.
How did I get here?
Why was I brought here?
What am I doing here?
What is my future here?
 
Where is here?
 
>It's always the same thing every night
>The questions arise
>You have no answers
>And you desperately wish you had answers
>Sleep finds you eventually, but not as easily as you had hoped.