Scroll Thirty Eight

[huffythedragon]

[As much as Spike whines about people coming into the library and messing up his SYSTEM, now so many are out of the castle and NOT doing that, he's bored. It's taken him half the time to organise the sections it usually does, so he's been left with a hole in his schedule.

Such a thing would never happen in Ponyville. Twilight's schedules (and by proxy: his) were filled to to point where to be able to do some tasks required breaking the laws of time and space. Holes in the schedule were rarer than a tap-dancing oyster in a kangaroo suit.

And so, Spike has taken to siding down the banisters of the big winding staircase to see how far he can fly before inevitably meeting the floor with a THUD. After a few goes, even THIS gets boring. Still flopped on the floor, he reaches for his journal and flips it open]

Does anypony want to do something? Anything?

[He was even starting to miss Arya. That couldn't be a good thing]

Comments

[billiardsplz]

Well you strap 'em on and go down the hill. Of course you gotta swerve around constantly or you'll go too fast and crash into something.

[huffythedragon]

Okay. I think I got this. [Putting the straps on his tiny little feet]

[billiardsplz]

Oh, and Spike?

[huffythedragon]

[Peering] Yeesss?

[billiardsplz]

Loser cleans the winner's room! [and he disembarks!]

[huffythedragon]

Oh you are SO ON. [Off he goes!]

[billiardsplz]

[He snakes down that hill with ease yo]

[huffythedragon]

[You know the good thing about tails? They're EXCELLENT BALANCE. Spike's manoeuvring with ease] WOOOOOOO!

[billiardsplz]

[Gold's got experience on his side

And watch this douchebag cocky kid do a flip

man was that cool or what]

[huffythedragon]

[Okay that's impressive.

BUT IT IS ON]

[billiardsplz]

[Yeah what are you going to do]

[huffythedragon]

[Try to jump off that hill that's what.

This won't end well]

[billiardsplz]

[Uh oh that's not good]

Spike!

[huffythedragon]

[TOO LATE HE'S DOING IT]

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

[Sailing through the air

And landing face first into the adjacent snowbank]

[billiardsplz]

[he should reaaaaaally check on him

but winning is important too]

[huffythedragon]

[He'll be fine, bro. He's swam through lava, he can deal with snow.

Probably]

[billiardsplz]

[And Gold skids to a stop at the bottom]

Yo Spike! Need me to dig you out?

[huffythedragon]

[SILENCE. SILENCE FROM THE SNOWBANK.

Maybe he's dead]

[billiardsplz]

Uh... Spike? [he's going to tromp up there now]

[huffythedragon]

[And suddenly Spike erupts from the bowels of the snowbank, heading towards the finish line, laughing.

DON'T FUCK WITH PONIES]

[billiardsplz]

[And there Gold is where Spike faked his doom, having left his board at the bottom wlekjtae]

[huffythedragon]

[SUCKS TO BE YOU BRO]

AAHAHAHAHA VICTORY!

[billiardsplz]

[Okay let's celebrate with a snowball to the face Spike]

[huffythedragon]

[HE DOESN'T CARE, HE WON]

[billiardsplz]

Alright you got me. [Gold flops down in the snow]

But just so you know, next time you cry Houndoom, I ain't coming.