[AN: I want to highlight a serious issue on why you shouldn't take drugs. WARNING: Viewer discretion advised.]
Spike becomes a Drug Addict
Spike was laying on the kitchen floor covered in vomit. He dragged his body across so he could lean himself back onto the pantry door. He then reached out for a bottle of cheap booze. He had spent the rest on drugs. Drugs took away the pain so he kept taking it. The booze was only there because it tasted nice.
The booze was however too cheap so it tasted worse than the beer he brought the other day. He threw it across the room and the bottle smashed upon impact with the wall. Shards of glass covered the floor bringing pain to any hoof that walked across it. Spike then grabbed for his little bag of magic delight. He poured out the green grass onto a small piece of cigarette paper. He then rolled it up and lighted it. The feeling it gave him made his suicidal mood disappear.
"What the fuck are you doing," said Twilight Sparkle. She had trotted into the room.
"What the fuck do you think I'm doing," he replied. He hated how this bitch kept bossing him about. "I can do whatever the fuck I like, ditch-face."
"Don't give me that tone of voice," yelled Twilight Sparkle angrily.
"Why the fuck should I care," Spike said. "You ponies treat me like shit. I am just a puny dragon, you say. Just because I'm small doesn't mean you can boss me around. So fuck off!"
"I'm not fucking off till you give up that shit. Taking drugs is only going to make shit worse," she tried to explain to Spike.
"How the fuck do you know," said Spike. "I always get stomach pain. Taking coke is the only way it stops those pain. You don't fucking know what it's like, cow-crapper."
"I volunteer at a fucking rehab centre," replied Twilight Sparkle.
"Fuck rehab. It didn't do Amy Winehouse any good," Spike said.
"You are being such a bastard," said Twilight Sparkle. "You should fucking reach out for help but you fucking don't do so. I feel I'm wasting my fucking time even talking to you."
"You're fucking wasting my time enjoying my drugs. Now you're going to fucking pay," Spike said. He reached out for his shoot gun. He aimed and then he shot. Luckily he was so high on coke that it made him a bad aim. The bullet only struck Twilight Sparkle in the leg, so it didn't kill her. Sadly however, the panic induced heart attack did.
[MORAL LESSON: Kids, don't take drugs. ALSO: Make sure you get your heart checked before confronting a drug addict]