Post-It Notes

>Day learning in Equestria.

>Twilight found your post-it notes yesterday. You had them in your pocket when you came here.

>Why did you have a pack of post-it notes in your pocket? You have no idea. Probably something note-related.

>Anyway, she seemed pretty excited to find them. There was that disturbing glint in her eye, the one that shows up whenever she gets too excited.

>Oh well, nothing bad could happen from a pack of post-it notes, right?

>You try and reassure yourself with this as you head to the Library.

>Slightly cautious at what you may find, you open the front door.

>...

"What the fuck."

>Post-its. Post-its everywhere.

>The entire inside of the library is coated in them. The floor, the books, the cieling, the curtains, everything.

>All of them are scribbled on in Twilight's tiny quill writing, giving the whole covering a yellow-black look.

>It's like a 5 year old tried to draw the inside of a bee. At least, that's the closest analogy you can think of right now.

>Suddenly movement. A shambling mass of post-it notes appears from a doorway, moving towards you.

>Holy christ, the post-its have become sentient.

"Please, don't hurt me. I-I can find more of you, I promise. I will serve the flood-"

>"Anonymous, it's me."

>A blinking pair of eyes appear on the post-it note monster.

"Oh Twilight."

>You double take.

"Twilight! What is all this?"

>"It's my collection of sticky notes! I've been duplicating them ever since I found them yesterday. Aren't they great?"

>You pick up the nearest one from the floor.

>'Stand here to open front door'.

"More like ridiculous."

>Huffing, the unicorn shuffles away, levitating a post-it note pack to herself.

>"You just don't understand. With these notes, I can study without ever needing more paper. I can leave reminders for myself that are a hundred percent accurate. I can even practice free-writing on the fly whenever I want!"

>She punctuates her sentence by slapping another post-it to the wall.

>You try and sit on the now yellow-black sofa.

>"Careful! I do not want several memos on physics sitting under your butt!" Twilight scolds.

>Feeling exasperated, you attempt to lean on a nearby post-it covered lump.

>The lump springs to life and jumps away.

>"Watch it dude!"

"Holy hell, is that you Spike?"

>"Who else would it be? Oh, right, these things." Two little arms wave out of the lump. "Twilight told me to stay here whilst she...studied."

"How's that working out for you?"

>"I think one of these things is lodged up my nose."

"Wonderful."

>Suddenly the dragon sneezes and shoots out a ball of flame, charring a large path of post-it notes in front of him.

>"Spike!" Twilight rustles over to the two of you. "What are you thinking?! You just burnt my week's thesis on magical properties!"

"I think is this a very important lesson, don't you Twilight?"

>"Oh, definitely." She says, eyes bulging.

>Suddenly you and the dragon are catapulted out of the Library door, which shuts with a slam.

>You glance at Spike and wave a pack of post-it notes.

"Wanna go write kick me signs on every pony in Ponyville?"

>"Sure."