What If...

by TheMajorTechie


Spike had to clean the mess all the explosions made?

"Whatcha doin?" Twilight fell out of an inconveniently-placed hole in the ceiling, still eating a ceiling tile as she got up. "Looks messy."

Spike looked around at the remains of reality.

"Sweeping."

"Sweep?" Twilight gasped. "Sweep!"

"Twilight, no..."

Twilight took a deep breath as she transformed into a sentient broom.

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