PARADISA

[Spike knows he's behind on asking this question. Maybe it's because he's been afraid of what he'll find out. But he knows eventually, he HAS to know, just in case he has to apologise.

...But boy, does he hope it's not bad]

I uh... I was wondering if anypony saw me during that feast of fools thing. Not...me-me, but the mirror version of me? I don't remember anything form that whole mess and I kinda was to know what the other-me did.

And be super sorry if I...he did anything to upset anypony.

( Filtered AWAY from Twilight Sparkle )

[Nothing like getting people to focus on your adopted sister's birthday in the hope your own will be overlooked entirely. That said, Spike has headed outside, in the hopes to avoid both kissing anypony and the people who WOULD remember what day it is today.

Because good lord he does not need another rampaging incident. He really doesn't.

So he's just wandering around, enjoying the outside. Bother a tiny little dragon]

[Spike sounds very cheerful, after all, this is a nice world change and nothing horrible has happened to him yet. There's good food and it's warm, he has a lot to be happy about]

I don’t know about you guys, but that hot water place sounds pretty darn cool. Who else is going? And hey, did everypony else get a bodyguard? Because I did! His name's...uh.

[There's a pause and some mumbling here] Dude how many vowels are in that?

Okay so I can’t actually pronounce his name properly so I’m gonna call him Mike. Anyway! I hope to see you guys around this place later!

[Spike clears his throat as he dictates into the journal. He sounds almost nervous. No. Not nervous. Worried. Because he knows what this place is like and he knows how easily things can Go Wrong thanks to people acting well...like Paradisans]

So uh. You guys might have started seeing someone you know who shouldn't be in the castle lately. It's not that person...probably. Unless they actually have just shown up, because I guess that's possible. And this place has crummy timing for things like that.

[Wait. He's getting off track]

Anyway, chances are it's Twilight. She's on a loss. There are these creatures in our world called Changelings. They can change into anypony they want to, and more importantly, they feed off of love. So she doesn't mean to hurt or upset you if she turns into somepony you really care about. She can't control it so please don't get mad at her or hurt her, okay?

Hopefully it won't last all that much longer.

[There's another pause, then a sigh]

( Arya )

[Spike had busied his mostly quiet days as best he could, waiting for when his dear friends would return from their trip and he could bug them some more. Today he's attempted more training with his little wooden sword. by 'training' this means he's tried to stab a punching bag in the gym and failed more or less consistently.

After his ego has been bruised enough, he opens his journal]

Man, there had to be an easier way to learn how to use a sword. One that isn't all about pain or getting your butt kicked by an inanimate object.

[Though his moral objection to hurting anything probably doesn't help in this matter]

( Catelyn )

[Spike has taken a rare day off from organising the library to sit in the games room. As he plays his Most Favourite Game Ever, he dictates into the journal]

AHAHA! Didn't expect me to bring out my trusty fire extinguisher, did you?! That'll teach you to shuffle around the toy store! Back from where you came from, undead scum!

[Oh right, he was speaking to people]

So hey, I figured we could all use a break, so I've set up a few games in the games room for anypony who wants to kick back and relax a little. You can even challenge me on Zombies in the Mall, but I warn you, I am a master at this.

AWWWW YEAH RIDE ON LAWNMOWER, YOU'RE DOOMED NOW!!

[When Spike is finally woken by his crappy 7am loss, he finds himself in a warm fuzzy pile of warmness. It's kind of nice. Maybe he crashed after the wedding and is snuggled next to Twilight. Though her panting is kind of weird...

...

Spike opens one eye to come face to face with Nymeria. That's a wolf. THAT IS A GIANT WOLF. What's a giant wolf doing in Canterlot?!!!

He yelps, sitting bolt upright and...this is not the castle he was in moments ago]

GRAAAH!!!


[And, after learning from Arya exactly why he was snuggled next to a direwolf and how it certainly had nothing to do with her caring about what happened to him at all, he opens his journal to dictate in it]

Oh uh...I'm awake now. I'm sorry if I worried anypony. I...think I went home.

[The journal picks up the panicked voice of one (1) baby dragon. He woke up, not only STILL A DRAGON, but in a forest to boot]

Why is everypony talking about a camp? I'm not in a camp! I'm in a forest that's...kind of like Everfree, and it's really spooky here. Is there anypony else here?

...Not that I'm afraid or anything. Because I'm not.

I'm just checking. Because if there are others in the forest we should stick together. Just in case something wants to eat us, that happens in Everfree so many times, man. It doesn't hurt to be safe right?

Again. Not because I'm scared.

[OH SWEET CELESTIA HE IS SO SCARED WHERE IS EVERYPONY?]

[Spike has not had a fun day. He woke up in a body that wasn't his, in a room that wasn't his, with a lost journal and a stabbing horrible pain in a leg that he was pretty certain wasn't his, either. And upon finding his journal, he learned someone had stolen his voice and/or his body.

And was probably doing horrible things to it. So, it's a very different voice that finally speaks over the journals]

So...uh. I think the castle's done something horrible. Again. I'm not me and someone else is me and my leg really hurts. Or...his leg really hurts. [Beat] There is a leg and it hurts, that is the information I have to work with.

What is even going on right now? I can't stay like this.

[For once, Spike isn't in the library. He's in the kitchen, finishing off baking a delicious cheesecake for The Boy Who Hates Birthdays. He's even wearing his manly pink apron, because do you know how hard it is to get baking stuff out of scales?

It's really freaking hard, okay? His journal is open as he potters around the kitchen, clambering up on chairs to reach the counters as he works]

I can't believe the castle didn't pick me to rescue somepony ['somepony' being Rarity, of course] I've been perfecting my gallant rescue routine for ages. [In his head] I'd rescue the fair lady in five seconds flat.

( Conan )