Chapter 3 - Setting, Setting, Setting!
what's the word? Light, I guess? Light-headed maybe
" Spike mumbles to himself, floating through some kind of space. His eyes drift across the monotone world, not a shred of color anywhere. "Where
"You're dreaming. I thought you'd figure that much out on your own!" A voice, Spike's voice, says off to the dragon's right. He turns his head, seeing his moustachioed self, stroking the handlebar with a grin on his face like he just cheated five gamblers out of every bit they had.
"Dreaming? Oh, right
I was thinking about the story," Spike says, lifting himself off the ground. "My dreams seem kinda
blank today though."
"It's because instead of your mind being locked on Lady Rarity, you're thinking about something else. Particularily
"Right, my story and where it was gonna go. Me and Twilight were talking about that
earlier, I guess. I figured out my villain."
"Me, of course," Evil Spike says