Sympathy for Scootaloo: Prologue

>Day 4.... 412? Yeah that sounds right.
>Gotta see Rainbro off today. She’s going to BoltCon today and will be out for, like, FOREVER.
>Stop being such a drama queen. It’s only a few days.
>Oh c’mon brain. even a few days will be plenty of time for.... THEM.
>You were assured it was something called “Apple Buck’ Season or something, so Applejack should at least be occupied. That really just leaves....
>As if summoned by some horrible ritual, there’s a knock on the door.
>Must be Fluttershy with her latest scheme to take you away and do stuff.
>You open the door slowly and... Sure enough.
>”Oh hello Anon.” She pushes over what looks like a baking pan towards you. “I... Uh, made you a casserole.”
>You look between it and her. “Oooookay. What’s in it?”
>She beams happily at you. “Oh well, my otter friends helped me with some fish... Because it’s like meat you like right? And some peas... and mushrooms.”
>Ah that’s it. She plans on making you go all drug crazy on ‘shrooms and take advantage of you. Still, you slowly pick it up.
>She gets a little giddy when she sees you take it. “Oh, I was hoping we could share it for breakfast or lunch or something... Well, not me. I don’t think I would like fish, but we can share a meal...”
>You politely smile. “Oh I have plans today with Rainbow, thanks anyways.” You try to hand the dish over to her.
>She drops her head and shakes it. “Oh no... that’s special just for you. Please keep it.”
>You two stand in awkward silence for a moment before you break it. “Okay then... Talk to you later.”
>You close the door and hear her mumble something on the other side.
>You think about how creepy she is as you promptly throw out the probably drug laden meal.

>You get dressed and away you go.
>Haha! Time for Rainbro Dash.
>As you make your way to town you catch sight of... What’s her name? One of the Crusader fillys.
>Scooterdoo... NO Scootaloo.
>She’s zipping between rocks with a happy bad-ass look.
>She speeds right on past, hits a jump, and does some crazy trick before veering out of sight.
>Crazy kid’s going to get herself killed one day. Still gotta give her props though.
>You head to you and Rainbow’s designated meeting area.
>Just a small cafe.
>She’s already ordered you a drink.
>”You all ready for BoltCon?” You ask her, giving her shoulder a friendly jab.
>She scoffs, “The only reason I’m not there right now is because you insisted on seeing me one more time.” She takes a drink of her beverage. “Seriously man, you’re slowing me down.”
>Sticking out your tongue, you retort. “Well I just don’t know what I’d do without you is all.”
>”Stay inside and don’t answer the door?” Is her only response.
>Unfortunately, that sounds like good advice.
>The two of you spend an enjoyable morning together before she needs to take off.
>”Remember bro.” She shouts out from above you. “Don’t get into any trouble.”
>As you wave, you yell back. “I’ll just keep to myself then.”
>Yeah, that’s all you got to do. Keep to yourself.

>You spend the day in town, mostly getting sugary snacks shoved in your face by Pinkie. You find yourself wandering home as the days light fades.
>Man, it’s going to suck not having Rainbow around.
>Oh well. At least you still have me.
>Great, several days with your brain. This is going to suck.
>You give a nearby tree a hard kick and suddenly apples.
>Seriously, you’re buried. They fell like some sort of cartoon in a neat pile.
>Of course most of them hit your head on the way down.
>”Purdy sweet deal i got ther.” A familiar drawl says from behind you. “Not an hour aft’r our friend Rainbow leaves I got a sugarcube in mah apples.”
>Hai maan, your geting hard.
>It’s just from the concussion the apples gave while hitting me brain.. same reason you’re being a retard.
>She runs a hoof over your cheek. “Not gonna bail ya out this time ‘round...”
>Thinking quickly, your brilliant self shouts. “I peed in your apples!”
>In one swift kick, you’re free from the pile and rolling on the ground.
>”How dare ya! They didn’t do nothin’ to ya!” You watch her as she fills a bucket with her spoiled apples and huffs off.
>Why’s she upside down? Oh wait, you are.
>After righting yourself and getting to your feet, you start heading home.
>Whoa, little unsteady there and there’s a buzzing in your ear.
>Scootaloo stops next to you. “Are you ok Mr. Anon?”

>You look down at her. “Yeah kid, I’m ok... Hit my head a bit apparently.”
>Wait, why’s she out so late?
>”Oh, ok then.” She starts to take off.
>You call out to her and she stops to hear you. “Should hurry home, I think Rainbow may have mentioned rain tonight.”
>She just nods. “I’m used to getting rained on.”
>Maybe it’s the mild concussion talking, but... “You could crash at my place tonight. I’m sure your parents wouldn’t want you catching a cold in the rain.”
>Her wings buzz and she spins up right next to you.
>”Besides, I might need some help getting home.” You say as you start to stagger a bit
>You let her into your modest abode and plop down on the couch. “Help yourself to anything in the kitchen. I uh... need a quick shower.”
>You clean yourself off, get dressed, and head back out to the living room
>”Hey kid,” You say, Scootaloo turning from whatever she threw together. “I have an important job for you.
>”Ok!” She enthusiastically shouts as she hops.
>You take a seat. “I need you to make sure I don’t fall asleep for a couple of hours.” She doesn’t look too thrilled, think of something. “Um... Cutie mark concussion checker.”
>She giggles at that at least.
>She’s a cute kid. You two talk for a bit and before you know, she’s dozing off next to you.
>You grab a pillow and a blanket and leave her to settle in on the couch.
>Damn, that sucked.
>Welcome back brain.
>What’s up with the kid?
>Don’t worry, she’s cool. She’s only staying the night.