Title:           Brotime - Chapter 5
Author:          Albert_Reginald
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First Edit:      Monday 16th of April 2012 01:40:31 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 16th of April 2012 01:40:31 AM CDT

>You're sitting up in bed
>The sun isn't phasing you this morning
>Though you prefer it to waking up screaming
>Seriously man, that was some fucked up shit
>You can barely remember anything besides running, though. Lots of running
>Holding your head in your hands, you try to remember anything else
>Y'know, besides the running
>...Nope, nothing
"Fuck it...better to forget and move on."
>You look to your side and notice Pinkie's gone
>And she was able to leave without you noticing
>Well, she -is- Pinkie Pie
>You shrug and get up, going through the normal morning routine
>After exiting the shower, you look out the window above your desk
>It's a bright, sunny day. Nearly every day is
>Dash really knows how to clear the skies
>You look to your bed and notice a note sticking out from underneath of the blanket
>You pick it up and read it
>"Anon,
>Had to go to the bakery
>Gotta work all day
>Come by tonight
> XOXO -Pinkie Pie"
>You place the note in your desk, not wanting to throw it away for some reason
 
>You walk downstairs. Spike's still knocked out on the couch
>The blanket is on the ground and he's cuddling with the pillow
>You tiptoe past him into the kitchen
>You look in the fridge...nope, nothing quick and easy
>The cupboards? You find a box of pancake mix. Perfect
>You may not be the best cook, but pancakes are almost impossible for you to fuck up
>Unless you count that one time Applejack knocked on your door...except for the knocking part
>"Bucked down" seems more appropriate
>Then again, the pancakes were the least of your worries at that moment
>You shake away the bad memory and start on the pancakes
>Two big stacks, topped off with berries, creme and butter
>Aww yeah, pancakes are the shit
>The smell apparently wakes up Spike, as he walks through the kitchen archway as soon as you set the plates on the table and sit down
>His eyes go wide for a moment, then he quickly zips to the chair opposite you, grabbing a fork and digging in
>You smile
"Y'know, a 'thanks, Anon' would be nice."
>"Fankf Amom"
>He then continues to munch on his stack
>You laugh and dig in to yours
>You watch Spike as he destroys the pancakes, steadily munching on your own
>It reminds you
>His birthday is in a few days
>You oughta do something nice for the little guy
>Something different than getting him a half a dozen sapphire cupcakes. You've been doing that every year since the Cakes made them
>No, something drastic
>Something he'll love
>Love
>That's fucking it
 
"So Spike."
>"Hmm?" He looks up at you, finishing the last of his pancakes
"This thing you have for Applebloom..."
>He nearly chokes on his mouthful of pancake
>Paaaaancake
>One coughing fit later, "What about it?" He says with an uninterested tone.
"What would you say to me...sorta...helping you out a bit?"
>It's silent for a few seconds
>You expect him to reject your help
>He breaks the silence
>"You...you'd do that?"
"Of course I would! I've got your back, no matter what. Know what I me-"
>You're interrupted as Spike jumps from his chair across the table and latches onto your left arm in a death-hug
>"Thanks, Anon."
"Hey, no prob. You're my bro. You need help, you just say the word and I'm there. You're Woody, and I'm your Buzz."
>Spike squeezes harder
"Now, let go before my arm falls off, wouldja?"
>You both laugh
 
>"So how're we gonna do this?" Spike asks, sitting on your shoulder as you walk through town
"Well, let's start by assessing the situation."
>"Huh?"
"Seeing where we're at."
>"We're in the middle of Ponyville."
"No, I me- Oh cut it out."
>He chuckles
"Ha Ha, very funny." You say with a smile. "Alright, so what's today?"
>"Thursday"
"Okay, so Applebloom's probably in school right now. That gives us some time to think this through."
>"Wha? You mean I have to do it already?!"
"Well duh." You say flatly. "Don't worry, it'll be easy."
>"Easy for you to say..."
"Nah, it'll go smoothly. Just you watch."
>"And what am I supposed to say?"
"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."
>"Okay...so what're we supposed to do until she gets out of school?"
"Jeez, you sure ask a lot of questions."
>"Anon..."
"Kidding, kidding. Well, I guess we can go to the library. See what Twilight's up to. Maybe even let her in on this little plan. Whaddya say?"
>"Alright, but I don't want Twilight to know anything just yet."
"Fair enough."
 
>As soon as you enter the library you're greeted by...what a surprise. Piles of books
>Lines of them are floating in the air surrounded by a purple aura; Twilight with her back turned to the door
>Seems she's doing her bi-monthly re-shelving
"Hey, Twi."
>She turns around and smiles
>"Spike, Anon, good to see you."
"Likewise"
>"Do you need me for anything? As you can see I'm sort of busy."
>"Nah, you're okay. We're just here to kill some time."
>"Oh, alright. There's fresh tea if you would like some."
"Cool, thanks."
>You and Spike walk to the kitchen and pour some tea, chatting to pass the time
 
>You finish your third cup and set it on the table
"Alright, I think it's about time."
>Spike looks up to you
>"How can you tell?"
"The sun was almost at the highest point in the sky when we got here. I'm guessing it's past noon by now, so Applebloom should be getting out of class."
>"Are you sure I gotta do it today?"
"It's either that, or tomorrow. If not tomorrow, then we're taking a trip to Sweet Apple Acres on Saturday."
>"You're not letting this go easily, are you?"
"Not a chance."
>"Alright, then I guess I'm all in."
"Who said you had a choice?"
>Spike smiles
>He gets on the table and walks across, jumping on your shoulder
"You ever consider I get tired of carrying you?"
>"Nope."
>You both laugh as you walk out of the library
 
>You walk up to the school-house
>Fillies and colts are exiting through the door, Cheerilee following the last one out
>She stands at the door
>You scan the area, spotting Applebloom and the rest of the CMC standing near the swing-set
"Alright, they haven't seen us yet." You, standing behind a tree, take Spike off your shoulder and set him on the ground
>"W-w-What am I supposed to do?"
"Just go up to her and ask her to be your special somep0ny."
>"In front of Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle?"
"No, no. Just say it's private."
>"Okay, then what?"
"Tell her how you feel. Tell her you like her. Just let your heart do the talking."
>"Anon, are you sure about this?"
"Don't worry, man. Remember, the only negative is if she says no. And I doubt that's happening."
>This seems to bolster Spike's courage
>He takes a few deep breaths
>"Alright..-gulp-...I'm ready."
"Okay. You're on your own from here on out, but don't forget what I told you. I'll be at Sugarcube Corner, alright? Come by when you're done so you can give me the good news."
>You smile and Spike returns the gesture
>Spike walks out from behind the tree and heads to the swing-set
"Go get 'em, tiger."
 
>You're sitting at Sugarcube Corner, Pinkie Pie filling you in on every little detail of her day while you both sip from a carrot smoothie; your treat
>You can't help but be entertained when Pinkie tells a story
>Her infatuations with even the smallest things makes everything seem interesting
>You sometimes wish you could have her outlook on life
>She's just finishing her tale of how Pumpkin Cake had another magic surge today, zipping Pinkie's mouth shut when she tried to lecture her on why not to chew on things
>Pinkie, being Pinkie, just unzipped her mouth and continued the lecture
>It got Pumpkin to fall asleep, at least
>You hear the bell from the swinging doors
>Spike walks in and sits next to you
"Hey, bro! How'd it go?"
>He looks up to you with a blank look; it's as if he's in disbelief
>You swear you can see the edges of his mouth perk up slightly
>Spike then jumps on the table
"SHE SAID YES, SHE SAID YES, SHE SAID YES!!!"
>You jump up from your seat
>You're positively fucking ecstatic
>You can't help but jump for joy as Spike does the same on the table
>Pinkie joins in
>"What are we so happy about?" She says, jumping in time with you on her hind hooves, her front hooves in the air
>You stop and hold her hooves, looking her dead in the eye with the biggest smile you can muster
"Spike just got himself a special somep0ny!"
>Pinkie gasps
>"OmigoshwehavetothrowapartyforthisI'msoexcitedareyouexcitedifnotIamforbothofuswho'stheluckymareSpikehu-"
>You silence her with a kiss
>She melts into your embrace and jumps into your arms, still kissing you
>As soon as she jumps in your arms, the image of a dark landscape invades your mind
>Pinkie disappearing in the shadow
>You break the kiss
>"Anon?...You okay?" Pinkie asks
>You shake your head, getting rid of the image. You're not going to let this damper your mood. You're way too happy
"I'm better than okay." You smile
>"Great, because now we need to party!"
"How about we hold off on the party for a while, Pinkie? Let's just relax at my place tonight."
>"Okie Dokie Lokie!"
 
>You walk Spike to the library as Pinkie heads to your house
>You're two thirds of the way there when Spike speaks up
>"Hey, Anon?"
"Yeah?"
>"Thanks...for everything. You-...you're my best friend, you know that?"
>This warms your heart
>You pick up the dragon in a hug
"No problem, little bro."
 
>You reach the library
>You then kneel down, Spike relinquishing his spot on your shoulder
>You both say your goodnights, then depart with a brofist
>You have a spring in your step on the way to your home
>When you arrive, you notice Pinkie fast asleep on the couch
>You close the door behind you quietly and lock it. Then you carefully pick up the pink mare and carry her upstairs
>You place her on the opposite side of the bed, get undressed, and get under the blankets
>Holding Pinkie Pie, she nudges closer to you
>You reflect on the day's events before drifting off into a peaceful sleep; the nightmare from the night before being the last thing on your mind...