FRIENDSHIP REPORTS

~Twilight Sparkle

Twilight sighed, gazing absentmindedly at the unfinished letter she was writing to her mentor and protector, Princess Celestia. After resolving the town's panic by assuring them that Discord's statue was still intact, she was going to write a friendship report about this day, yet she just couldn't find the words to explain her lesson.

"Hey Twi, can we go to Applebloom's now?" Spike said, interrupting Twilight's train of thought. After Rarity had politely informed Spike about her betrothal to Fancy Pants, he had started to show an interest in Applejack's younger sister. Twilight was just glad that he wasn't too heartbroken by Rarity's rejection.

"In a little bit, Spike." Twilight replied, picking up her quill and focusing on the letter once more. She had taken on the responsibility of writing her own letters to the Princess instead of having to paraphrase her complicated lessons so Spike would understand. "Okay... Dear Princess Celestia," she began, tasting her teacher's name on her tongue. For some reason this sent shivers down Twilight's spine and made her heart beat loudly. "Today I learned... Um... To consider all the evidence before making an assumption... No, I learnt that already. Um... I learned that you shouldn't panic about something without reason? Nope, already learned that." Twilight shivered again when she remembered her breakdown. "Um... You should never listen to a drunk Berry Punch? I doubt that would sound good in a friendship report of all things... Aha! You should never spread gossip about something that could cause problems! No, already learned that as well. What lesson HAVEN'T I learned?!"

"I thought the Berry Punch one was pretty good." Spike commented, chowing down on a bowl of bubblegum ice cream. Twilight had no idea where it came from, as she didn't keep any ice cream in her freezer. He probably got it from Pinkie Pie. Wait- where was Pinkie? Twilight hadn't seen her in days!

"Spike, have you seen Pinkie around lately?" Twilight asked, anxiety clearing her voice. She levitated the half finished letter into the trash. It was a lost cause anyway. Spike thought for a moment, before replying.

"Actually, when you mention it, I haven't seen her in ages. Wonder where she is? Probably trying to clone herself again. When you find her, you should thank her for this ice cream. It's delicious!" Spike licked the remaining ice cream out of the tub and burped.

"Spike, concentrate! Pinkie Pie has gone missing and all you care about is your... Ice cream. Wait a second. If you haven't seen Pinkie, then how did she give you this ice cream?"

"I dunno, I just found it outside with one of her patented Pinkie-Invitation-Streamer-Thingies taped to it. I didn't read it, it probably said some thing like," Spike took a deep breath and then put on a terrible Pinkie Pie impersonation, "HiyaTwilightIhopeyouenjoytheicecreamitsanewflavou rcalledbubbleblastgummyyumandIneedsomeonetotasteit and- Twilight?"

While Spike had been caught up in his Pinkie-speech, Twilight had raced outside and searched the ground for the invitation. She found it and read it, every word sending a jolt of fear into her heart.

"Dear Twilight Sparkle," it read, in spiky handwriting that was most definitely NOT Pinkie's, "Pinkie is not the last. Enjoy your ice cream, on me.

Sincerely,

An old friend."

Twilight galloped back inside the library, calling Spike's name frantically. "I'm right here, okay!" He replied, before collapsing on the ground.