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Voodoo Victim

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Voodoo Victim
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Cie Cheesemeister

I
“Manehattan leaves its hoofprint on everypony who ventures into it.”
The bustling and sometimes hard city had also left its hoofprint on a certain young dragon. He had witnessed treachery that he couldn’t get out of his mind. Manehattan changed some ponies, and, from what Spike had seen, not for the better.
“All’s well that ends well,” Spike told himself, but he couldn’t get over the rotten way that snooty Suri Polomare treated his beloved Rarity during their time in Manehattan.
Twilight always advised Spike to set any troublesome thoughts aside before going to sleep. It was good advice, and Spike followed it. However, in the morning, visions of being Rarity’s avenging angel and showing that sneaky Suri what for were once again bubbling in Spike’s mind like a hot cauldron about to boil over.
To make matters worse, Spike found a book among Twilight’s many old magic tomes which described the ancient practice of Voodoo and detailed the making of a Voodoo doll. With a Voodoo doll, one could cause misfortune to befall their chosen victim. Spike pictured himself making a Voodoo doll of Suri.
When Twilight saw the wrathful expression on Spike’s face, she quickly removed the tome from his claws. Twilight explained that no matter how rotten Suri’s behavior was, it wouldn’t be right to call on the forces of darkness for revenge. Twilight told a tale of a time in her youth when she invoked a dark spirit to terrorize a young rival of hers.
“Having that spirit scare her didn’t make my enemy any kinder, and she was almost hurt very badly,” Twilight said. “Please, Spike, put this idea out of your mind. These old tomes are good to have as reference guides, but it’s best to treat them with caution.”
Spike hoped that a nice walk might help clear his head. Before he knew it, he was deep in the Everfree Forest. He saw Zecora’s hut straight ahead and thought that she might have a potion to clear his mind of his spiteful fancies.
Zecora was hurrying out the door, but she told Spike that he could wait in the hut until she returned. Spike looked around at all the wonderful and curious things that the zebra sorceress had, but the thing that caught his eye was not a bright bauble or an intriguing plant. It was a simple lump of clay.
Spike remembered reading that a voodoo doll could be made from clay. He also recalled that the doll would work best if the maker could obtain a bit of hair from the victim. He didn’t think it was very practical to get a strand of Suri’s hair, and besides, he had promised Twilight that he would drop the idea of making a voodoo effigy.
Spike thought that there wouldn’t be anything wrong with making an insulting caricature of Suri from the clay. He would keep it to himself, and it would get the idea of making a voodoo doll out of his system. Spike left Zecora a few coins and a note, and took the clay. He hoped that Zecora wouldn’t mind, and that he’d left adequate compensation for the clay.
When Spike returned home, Twilight was out. Spike set about making his statue of Suri. He carved the clay with his claws and blasted it dry with his breath. He then painted the effigy, and when he was done, it turned out to be quite a fine likeness of the backstabbing mare who had treated his darling Rarity so poorly.
Spike supposed that since his creation wasn’t a real voodoo doll, he could get some of his vengeful feelings out of his system by pretending it was. He didn’t plan to do anything really mean like drop it out of a window, but he chuckled as he poured yellow pudding over its head.
II
“EEEEEE! Where did that come from?” Suri Polomare demanded as a custard pie fell from a window onto her head.
“I don’t-a know, Mi Amore,” said the Italian Stallion accompanying Suri to the banquet at the Canterbury Inn. “Why don’t-a we step into this-a beauty salon, and they getta you groomed up, zip zap!”
Meanwhile, back in Ponyville, Spike washed the pudding off of his statue of Suri.
“I don’t know if purple is really your color, Dahling,” he said, imitating the voice of a beautician. “How about if we go for a nice green instead?”
Spike painted the statue’s mane green. Thinking the color made her look like a clown, he painted bright red circles on her cheeks, painted her nose red, and, overall, made her into quite a delightful clown.
Back in Manehattan, Suri screamed as she beheld her image in the mirror.
“Querida, I don’t know what happened!” declared the shocked stylist. “I merely used our fine shampoo to rinse the custard from your mane, then I applied a light dusting powder to your face. I swear to you, I have never had results such as this before!”
“I can’t go to the banquet like this—I’m ugly!” Suri wailed.
The distressed mare galloped from the salon and headed for home.
“I think I like making statues,” Spike said to himself. “I’m going to make a nice Nightmare Moon. Then I’ll make statues of all my pony friends.”
Spike set the Suri statue on the shelf. He carefully carved a statue of Nightmare Moon, dried it, and painted it to precisely resemble the Princess of the Night. At that moment, Twilight arrived home. Spike set the Nightmare Moon statue on the shelf facing the Suri statue and went to help his housemate with dinner.
When the day was done, Spike crawled into bed for a nice rest. The same could not be said for Suri Polomare. She couldn’t sleep a wink, because wherever she turned, she beheld the ghostly image of Nightmare Moon staring at her.
Spike awoke the next day, rested and ready to help Twilight with her tasks. He hoped that he would have time to make more statues.
III
Suri woke the next day and ran to see Dr. Brainwave, a famous psychologist who specialized in the subconscious mind. Dr. Brainwave told her that the vision of Nightmare Moon was a manifestation of her guilty conscience. He didn’t have any advice about how to get rid of the clown makeup or get her hair back to normal. He told her that she would have to consult a beautician on those matters.
In the meantime, Zecora came to call on Twilight Sparkle and Spike. She told Spike that she wasn’t angry with him for taking the clay, but explained that it had a very specific purpose.
“You see, dear Spike, that clay is used to make things right,” Zecora said. “When I have a friend who is ill, I use it to make them well.”
“How do you do that?” Spike asked.
“By making a charm that looks like you, it helps my healing spells come true.”
“Oh boy,” Spike groaned.
Spike brought the statues that he had made from the clay downstairs.
“Twilight, I didn’t mean to make a voodoo doll,” he said. “I should have known that the clay must be magical because it belonged to Zecora. I didn’t think about that. I just thought that I could make a pretend voodoo doll and get my mean feelings for Suri out of my system by being mean to the statue. I didn’t do anything really bad, but…”
Twilight tried to hold back a smirk as she studied the clownish appearance of the Suri statue.
“It’s all right, Spike, I don’t imagine there was any real harm done,” she said. “But I think we’d better make her look like she usually does. Suri makes herself look bad enough with her unkind behavior. She really doesn’t need any help from you.”
IV
To Suri’s relief, the green washed out of her mane and the clown makeup washed off her face the next time she showered. She was more cautious about the way she treated others, not wanting to find the face of Nightmare Moon staring at her disapprovingly when she was trying to sleep.
Spike gave the statue of Suri to Rarity at her request. She said that she wanted to keep it in her shop to remind her of how she didn’t want to behave. She also praised Spike’s craftsmanship, which made the little dragon blush with pride.
Spike created statues of all his friends. The citizens of Ponyville were so impressed with his work that he found himself taking orders for his creations. Twilight was very proud of him.
When Princess Celestia and Princess Luna next visited Ponyville, Spike presented them with likenesses of themselves and told the story of how he had come to start creating his statues. They praised his work and told him that he had learned a valuable lesson about not pursuing vengeance against those who wrong you, because their bad behavior will reveal their own true colors well enough.
Synopsis
Spike is angry about the way Suri Polomare treated Rarity during the design competition in Manehattan. Although Twilight Sparkle talks him out of using the ancient art of voodoo for revenge, Spike unintentionally unleashes ancient magical forces with hilarious results.
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