I always liked the concept of Trixie having only The Twilight Plushie as a friend and etc. SO, here it is. I am currently fighting with my morals here, whether to make this a clopfic or not?

It was three in the morning. Autumn has just passed, paving way for a brutal winter's all-consuming embrase. Though to the once "Great and Powerful" magician, that meant nothing. Trixie's fatigued, sleep-deprived body drooped from the edge of the table, maddening childlike giggling, stealthily surrounded the entire radius of the oak caravan.

"Oh, where are you hiding!?". The magician called out, as she began to skulk around the caravan, as if she were playfully looking for an infant. She cautiously peeked and peered through various small openings throughout the room, until she came to a bookshelf, with something purple bulging out from between the books. With a delighted squeal, she removed the object from the shelves with a tug, embracing the thing in her arms. It was a plushie. And it looked exactly like Twilight. The plush was incredibly accurate, almost exactly resembling the real Twilight Sparkle. Not a single detail was out of place.

"You thought you could hide, didn't you? Well you should have known better!" Trixie gloated, plonking the stuffed effigy onto the table. She paced back and forth as she talked, almost like some depraved saturday morning cartoon villain.

"No one can hide from the Great and Powerful Trixie! Especially with such a scruptious flank such as yours hanging from those books!" Laughed the magician, in a laugh not unlike the Witch of the West's. Her bedlam laughter went on for several minutes, until her psychotic grin quickly evaporated into a depressed sulk.

"Why... do you spend more time with your books than with me?". She gently lifted the effigy up, with her unicorn abilities, magically attracting the object closer and closer, until it was in range for her to simply grab it. And so she did, aggressively pulling it into her chest in an amourous embrace.

Trixie had lost her sanity not long after the scandal of her showboating had spread across Equestria. People refused to even give her the time of day. Pretty soon, buisinesses refused to even sell her food, deciding they wanted nothing to do with her, or her "con money". Her life was ruined before she could say "Great and Powerful". At this point, it has been a week since she began to starve, and six days since she became as mad as a March Hare.

"You... you're not hugging back... Did I do something wrong? Did I offend you? Or are you just disgusted by me, like everypony else is!? It w-wasn't MY fault- wasn't Trixie's fault... th-that you... and your... you..." Tears began to slide down the blue mare's cheek, as her voice began to break.

"I ju-just wanted food... and the mean man said no! He said I-I-I was a mean filly... He said I was better of dead! They all did! One annoying little brat even threw a rock at me! I remember when I was famous you know... I remember when I was so rich I could have had my own little resturant...! And I was too...! It was going to have a stage, and an audience... and those wierd squishy round things ponies used to eat!". She began to cry onto the stuffed doll, somehow gaining comfort from the words of wisdom the doll seemed to offer her. "You're right, Twilight... I'll just start anew... As a plumber... and then I'll be such a good plumber... I will get cake... lots and lots and lots... of cake..." her speech began to fade into a drowsy, incoherent mumbling of unsound babbling and almost-innocent, loony mumbles. Suddenly, her body began to feel light. Her vision was beginning to falter. And as she was about to fall straight down on the cold unforgiving oak floor, she grabbed the Twilight Plushie once more, almost as if she expected it to keep her from falling down.

THUD

Whelp, it's official.

I am a horrible writer. This was just a bit of drabble. Though I may give it a bonus chapter if I like the responses. Though, how would I go on? I could go for the cliche "Twilight finding her" thing... but, that seems too overdone. I think I got a decent alternative... Or not.