In Loco Parentis (Part 11)

>Even the mightiest stone face can break down over time.
>Scootaloo was no exception.
>She was only able to put up a tough front for so long until it was pointless. It broke your heart to see her so down trodden over her disability to not fly properly.
>The best she could do was hover for a brief moment, and maybe a soft glide for a few feet.
>Fluttershy wasn’t a strong flyer, but even she could sustain flight.
>Rainbow Dash did all she could to cheer up Scootaloo, but even RD told you that  pegasus needs to be able to fly on their own to gain some sort of independence.
>Having RD carry Scoots around would end up damaging Scootaloo’s self-esteem even further.
>Even you wouldn’t want to depend on others if you were disabled.
>You still gave Scootaloo your unconditional love, just like any father would. Her not being able to fly didn’t change the way how you felt about her.
>But she was stubborn in her own way.
>For days she would relentlessly try to fly to the point of exhaustion. It didn’t make sense how her little wings could propel her on that scooter, but not make her fly.
>You were afraid to ask her to stop trying.
>But she did like it when you massaged her wings when she was too tired to try flying.
>As for other things in your life, AppleJack was still there for you. AppleBloom and Sweetie Belle were supportive of Scootaloo, and they would still try to get their cutie marks.
>With the help of Pinkie Pie and the Cakes, you were able to set up a small pizza making business in Sugar Cube corner.
>It was a steady income of money that would hopefully make life better for you and Scootaloo.
>Balancing a business that helped to pay the bills and being there for Scootaloo was a real act in itself.
>But when Scootaloo started to become more dangerous with her attempts at flying.
>She almost broke her ankle at one point.
 >You began to monitor her more closely.
>More and more you were becoming the ever watching hawk. Making sure she was safe, and not hurting herself.
>Don’t do this.
>Don’t do that.
>As time went by, Scootaloo grew.
>And like all youth, she changed.
>Still burdened with the image of being an earth bound pegasus, she gave up trying to fly all together. To make matters worse, she still hasn’t found her cutie mark.
>She spent most of her time with her friends and her scooter. Her attitude was changing.
>Scootaloo was falling behind in school, her marks slipping. Chores were being left undone and she was as times very rude.
>Doing your best to spend time with her felt pointless. Even with the workers you hired to help run the business, it felt like Scootaloo was beginning to drift away.
>It was as if she was resenting you.
>Ms. Cheerilee noticed a change in Scootaloo’s behaviour. She asked you if anything was going on at home. All you could tell her was what the doctors said and how she was acting at home.
>Scootaloo wasn’t the smiling beam of light in your life anymore; she would come home with a stoic expression and say little more than hello.
>Even when you tried to spend some quality time with her, she didn’t seem interested.
>You just wanted your little Scootaloo back.
{5 years later...}
>Scootaloo was late again.
>It was 2 hours after school was done and she wasn’t home yet.
>She didn’t tell you anything about staying after class or bother to tell you at all.
>That kid, she could be a real pain sometimes...
>You just hope she was OK.
>There’s a sound at the door. It was her.
>”Hey...” she said as she walked in through the front door. She drops her knapsack to the floor.
A little warning about not coming home right away would be appreciated. I have to be at work soon and you know I don’t like leaving until you get home.
>”Sorry...” she said with a sarcastic tone and rolled her eyes.
>You picked up a few things before you headed out.
There’s some food in the fridge, I’ll be back later this evening. If anyone comes to the door, you look out the window first, OK?
>”Alright.” She spoke walking past you and heading into the kicthen.
And keep the doors locked at all times. I’ll see you later.
>You close the door behind you and hear the deadbolt lock close. As you went to SugarCube corner, the early spring weather rejuvenated your spirits.
>As you entered SugarCube Corner, you saw Snips and Snails were chatting away as usual with Pinkie Pie.
Hey, I’m not running a dating service here!
>Of course you were joking and they knew it. Pinkie was happy to see you as always, “Anon! So glad to see you!” she wraps her arms around your ribcage and squeezes.
Glad to see you too. How was business today Snips?
>”Well uh, it was kinda slow today, sir.” He groans.
>Snails spoke up, “Yeah, like... really slow.”
>You might be wondering why Snips and Snails were working for you. Simple, really.
>They were actually good at what they do, despite their usual clumsiness. Plus you told them mares love a colt that can work and cook, so they stuck to their duties pretty faithfully.
>With Snails you could always depend on his slow methodical thinking to make sure that the till was cashed out properly each night.
>And Snips was precise when he made your recipes and was a natural at selling the product. Otherwise, the two of them ran your pizza business very smoothly.
>But with business starting to grow, maybe it was time to open up your own location away from SugarCube corner.
>You went into a small office space to do some paper work, order supplies, the usual stuff.
>By the end of the day, you helped prepare more dough and clean the place before taking your leave for the night.
All right boys, make sure the place is all clean and cash counted. I’ll see you tomorrow.
>The warm evening air is a nice change from winter’s chilly cold nights.
>As soon as you arrived home, you could hear music playing. Scootaloo was blasting her record player.
>You knew buying an amp for that record player was a bad idea.
>You walked up the stairs and knocked on the door. You could hear the muffled music booming and vibrating the door.
>Knocking on it, you waited a few seconds with no response.
>You knock again a little harder. Still no answer and the music keeps playing.
>Scootaloo had a knack for pissing you off.
>You jiggle the doorknob, but it’s locked.
>You pound your fist against the hard.
Scootaloo! Open the door!
>The door knob clicks and slowly the door opens. There stood Scootaloo looking up at you with her eyes half closed. As if she was the one that was supposed to be annoyed.
Don’t lock your door and blast your music, use your brain once in a while!
>”Kay...”
Don’t stay up late, you got school tomorrow. And I d-
>You caught the scent of something. It smelled like smoke coming from her room.
What smells like smoke? Have you been smoking in your room?
>”Some of my friends smoke, you know how that smell clings.” She muttered.
>Scootaloo has lied to you before. But you gave her the benefit of a doubt.
Alright, but don’t stay up late. I’ll see you in the morning.
>You closed the door behind you and heard the music playing a little more quietly this time.
>All Scootaloo does is hang on in her room listening to her music. It’s become routine for her to come home, eat, sleep and go to school.
>You knew she was growing up, and having to deal with her shortcomings. To you that didn’t make her any less valuable, but this was crippling her self-esteem.
>You didn’t do anything wrong, so why was she being like this to you?
>All you want to do is guide her in life, not to make bad mistakes. You don’t want to lose her like you almost have.
>As you head to bed, you remembered that you had some leftovers in the fridge that you wanted to pack up for lunch tomorrow.
>The music in Scootaloo’s room stopped playing. She was heading to bed by the sound of it.
>As you packed up the food, there was enough left over for Scootaloo. Maybe she would like to have it tomorrow?
>Usually her diet consists of junk food and maybe some of the food you make, but she might appreciate the thought.
>It was unusual, but you were going to ask her.
>You head up the stairs and knock on her door.
Hey Scoots, there’s extra leftovers if you want. I’ll pack some and you can have it tomorrow for lunch.
>No response. She couldn’t have fallen asleep that quickly.
>You rattled the doorknob and again it’s locked.
>That’s it; you’re removing the lock and doorknob tomorrow. Scootaloo is getting out of hand with her behaviour.
Scootaloo?! Open this door right now!
>Something was up and you’re not putting up with this crap anymore.
>You take a step back and with a heave you lunge at the door. It snaps open and you stumble into the room.
>The lights are turned off; but you see that Scootaloo is not in the room.
>Fucking hell...
>You turn on the lights and see that the window is closed but unlocked. She must’ve snuck out of the house.
>Quickly you look through the room for anything that might be an indicator for where she could’ve gone.
>Her room is a total mess, but you find a pamphlet at the end of her bed. It was for a new rock band and a list of their town visits on their tour.
>And tonight is their visit here in Ponyville.
Son of a....
>You grab your jacket, locked the door and head out to Ponyville.
>The only problem was, the pamphlet was hastily made and there’s no address or anything indicating where it’s being held.
>Probably not at a concert hall, maybe one of those underground places with loud music and a bunch of youngsters.
>You walked through the dark streets of Ponyville, but nothing looked like a good place for a rock band to play.
>A small group of ponies were walking down the street. They looked like the kind that were heading towards a rock concert.
>Some of them spiked their mane and wore piercings.
Hey, you guys heading to...
>You pull out the pamphlet you got from Scootaloo’s room.
... DeathKlop?
>They seriously call themselves that?
>”Hell yeah, we’re heading there right now!” one of them shouted.
Yeah, cool...
>You tagged alone with them; it wasn’t long before they took a turn and went into an alley.
>They knocked on the door and somep0ny answered it. After an exchanging of words and cash, you all went inside.
>There was a small staircase leading downstairs, and you could already hear the music booming.
>When you reached the bottom, there were two bouncers that requested you to stop and get patted down. You obliged momentarily.
>The door swings open and a blast of loud death metal hits your ears. Flashing techno lights and the smell of smoke fill your senses.
>You could see a living mass of ponies dancing on the floor, but you couldn’t see Scootaloo. As you made your way through the crowd, ponies were stepping on your feet and ramming their flanks against you.
>One of them leaned up against you, “Hey big boy... Wanna see how far down the rabbit hole goes?”
>You quickly made your way past the crowd, but it was still hard to see Scootaloo.
>The music stops. There’s a bright flash of light and it goes dark again.
>The crowd cheers as the band finishes one of its tracks. They move off stage to take a break and a familiar white unicorn moves onstage to her DJ set.
>As heavy bass and techno music fill the air, the crowd is back into the swing of things. You look around the front stage area and you catch a glimpse of an orange coloured mare.
>As you approach closer, you see her lavender mane. It was Scootaloo.
>As she came into view, you could see she was too occupied rubbing her flank against some stallion. She had a lit cigarette in her mouth as well.
>You could feel your piss boiling inside your bladder.
>You take a step towards her and grab her by the front leg. Her expression does a 180 as she looks up to see you standing there with a hold on her. “D-dad?!”
Home! Now! Say goodnight to your friend.
>The stallion approaches you, “Woah buddy, she’s dancing with me.”
>You reach up and grab him by his propped collar.
I’m her father and she’s going home, buddy.
>You let him go and Scootaloo whispers something to him before trailing behind you outside of the establishment.
>As you walk outside with her, you didn’t say anything. She just kept walking next to you and looked off to the side.
>So many thoughts were rushing through your head. You really wanted to give her a piece of your mind.
Who was he?
>”Just a friend...”
A friend you grind your flank against? How old is he?
>”He’s not that old. Why can’t you just let me be?” she exclaimed.
Because when you go out clubbing on a school night, that’s when I draw the line!
>The both of you were silent again for a moment.
Do you want me to lock you in your room like an animal? Because that’s how you’re acting as of late.
>”You may as well. You never let me do anything!”
>As the two of you approach the house you let her in through the door first.
You’re grounded. Do you hear me? No hanging out with friends after school. No more seeing that guy. No more music and no more Scooter.
>”You can’t take my scooter away!” she yells at you.
Watch me.
>You go into the closet and pull out a wheel clamp. You knew this would come in handy one day.
>Placing it on the front wheel of her scooter, you lock it with a key.
And I’m hiding this key in my personal safe. Now go to bed.
>Scootaloo scowls at you as she heads up the stairs. You could almost feel that resentment cutting into you.
>For a while you sat in the living room, still thinking about what has happened.
>You could hear the clock ticking quietly in the background.
>Where have you gone wrong?
>The next day you spoke with Rainbow Dash asking if there was any way she can talk to Scootaloo.
>Unfortunately, RD said that nothing seems to work. Scootaloo doesn’t talk much to her much these days.
>”Anon, I’m off to go training at the WonderBolt Academy for a week. Can you take care of Tank for me?”
Sorry, I got my plate full at the moment. Did you try Fluttershy?
>”I guess I’ll have to, but she hasn’t been her usual self either as of late.”
>RD wished you good luck and took off.
>You are now Fluttershy
>Or at least you were certain you were still Fluttershy.
>You sat in front of the mirror; you could feel something festering inside you. Like a writhing maggot encased inside a fleshy tomb.
>Hatred?
>Anticipation?
>You’ve been feeling so fatigued as of late.
>”You’re well aware as I am about the situation between Anon and Scootaloo, right? Not all is good in the land of milk and honey...” she spoke.
I know... But will it work?
>”We won’t know until we try. But tonight is our one chance.”
>There’s a knock at the door.
>You answer to see it was Rainbow Dash. There hovering beside her was Tank.
Oh, hello Dashie. What can I do for you?
>”I know this is sudden, but I need somep0ny to watch Tank while I go do training at the WonderBolt Academy. I’ll be sure to pay you when I get back.”
It’s not a problem at all. I’ll take good care of him!
>You smile and gently rub your hoof underneath the reptiles chin. Rd thanks you generously and takes off into the sky.
>After you get Tank settled in, you go over the steps for tonight.
>When tonight was over, you will be able to take of both Scootaloo and AppleJack.
>As the evening approached, you brushed your mane and put on your best smile. With a wrapped up gift, you head towards Anon house.
>Anon should be at work tonight, you wouldn’t want him to be here right now.
>Knocking on the door, you were greeted by Scootaloo.
Scootaloo, it’s so good to see you. How are you doing?
>”Fine I guess...” she replies with a grimace.
You don’t sound so happy? Is something wrong?
>”No, it’s just that Anon is being a hard ass.” She pauses for a moment. “Don’t tell him I said that.”
>You couldn’t help but chuckle a little.
No worries, and just between you and me, my father was hard on me too.
>Scootaloo scoffs at the notion.
Oh, that reminds me. I have something for Anon.
>You pull out a small gift wrapped box. It was all done up in shiny blue gift wrap and a bow. Tucked underneath that bow was a letter inside an envelope.
This is his favourite batch of cookies. It’s been a long time since he had any. But they’re for him only.
>”That’s fine, cookies are kids snack anyways.” She grabs onto the box.
You know, if you leave that in his room and tell him you made the cookies, and then he’ll be so happy he might be nicer. These cookies always cheer him up.
>”You think so?” she asks.
I do. Just leave him in his room. I’ll be going now, take care sweetie!
>You leave for now, but soon you will return.
>You are now Anon.
>It was almost time to close up. “Hey boss...” Snips walks up to you.
You don’t have to call me boss, just call me Anon. What can I do for you?
>”Well, you see... there’s this girl and... I was wondering if I could have...” he lightly kicks at the floor.
Sometime next week off?
>His head pops up, “Yeah! You don’t mind, do ya?”
Snips, I’ve been in love before. I’m not that cruel and heartless.
>You both laugh and you set him to have a day off next week.
>After the nightly duties have been done, you went back home.
>Home to hopefully not get into an argument with Scootaloo. As you walked home, you figured she could have her scooter back tomorrow.
>It was late and you were ready to crash into bed. Opening the door, you were greeted by the sight of Scootaloo laying on the couch reading a book.
Hey Scootaloo.
>”Hey...” she maintained eye contact with the book.
>You headed into the kitchen to grab a quick snack, but behind you trailed Scootaloo. “Hey listen... I’m really sorry about what happened.”
>It was about time she owed up to her reckless behaviour.
>”So I made you some cookies.” She points over to the table where a plate full of cookies laid.
>This was really thoughtful. You looked to her with a smile.
Thanks, Scoots. I know I get angry and upset with you, but I was relieved to see you were alright.
>You grabbed a cookie and took a bite. These were fantastic!
Wow, these are great! But don’t go making these all the time. Last thing I need is a belly that hangs past my knees.
>She gives a half earnest smile.
Alright, it’s time for bed.
>She heads upstairs and you cram another cookie into your mouth before heading to bed.
>As you got ready for bed, you felt more relaxed.
>But by the time you were ready, you felt funny. Was it gas?
>You go into your room and see an envelope on your bed. Who was it from? You sat down on the edge of your bed and picked it up.
>Opening it, you find a folded piece of paper written in large print.
>I hope you liked the cookies, Anon. Please be sure to keep your window open tonight after you fall asleep. You know that fresh air is good for healthy nights rest. Love, Fluttershy xoxo
>Wait, these were from Fluttershy?
>Before you could even stand up, your head goes all light and dizzy and you were knocked out.
>Your mind goes blank.
>What follows is the best of your recollection.
>You remember opening your bedroom window and lying back on the bed.
>There’s something in the room with you.
>Like a static screen in your mind, you jump back and forth between what you remember.
>”Oh Anon....”
>You could feel hair against your skin.
>Something weighted on your hips.
>There was this urge to drive your hips into something. You felt something wet.
>Breathing and whispering in your ear.
>Kissing.
>The scent of hay.
>The whole time, you weren’t sure if it was dream or a nightmare.
>”I love you Anon....” you hear a familiar voice.
>You caught a glimpse of what looked like Fluttershy, staring into you with her big blue eyes.
>What was going on?
>”Anon... you have to let her go...? Do what you must...”
>Let who go? You hear more words that you couldn’t make out.
>Suddenly, as if someone poured acid on your brain you were filled with this blind rage.
>Scootaloo....
>The fucking pegasus who never listened. Thought she could do whatever she wanted.
>After all you did for her, and she had the nerve to act all stuck up.
>It wasn’t your fucking fault the useless thing couldn’t fly. There was no reason for her to act this way!
>You were so angry, but at the same time you knew this rage was unnatural.
>You felt helpless but to succumb to this primal rage.
>Flashes of light and colour filled your sight, and you could hear garbled echoes in your mind.
GET OUT!
>”What’s wrong? What did I do?”
I don’t want to see your useless face again!
>Your body lunges at something.
>There was more yelling and this time, crying.
>It sounded like... Scootaloo.
>Banging and crashing filled the air.
>You grabbed something small and toss it.
Get out of here!
>In a flash, you find yourself slapping Scootaloo across the face.
>Everything goes quiet again.
>You could feel yourself sweating. Maybe it was time to use less blankets on your bedding.
>AS you woke up, it was daytime. But what time was it?
>You look to your clock, it was almost noon. Your head was pounding.
>What the hell happened last night?
>As you leaned up, you could sense a change in the house. The bedroom window was opened. You remember reading a note.
>The door to your bedroom creaks open. You could see a head poking in.
>It was... Fluttershy?
>She walks in slowly with a tray of food. “Good morning sweet heart. Did you sleep easy last night?”
Fluttershy... what are you doing here?
>She places the tray on the edge of the bed and nudges it towards you with her nose. “Getting you breakfast of course! I want my Anon to eat up so he’s healthy and strong.”
>Something wasn’t right. You sit up and rub your eyes.
I’m.... not that hungry.
>Fluttershy was taken aback by this, “Oh, but I’m sure you are. You want to eat breakfast.” She looks at you desperately.
>You look to her and the food. Memories of how she would trick you with food were coming back.
>The cookies...
>The weird sensations.
>You felt your heart beating faster.
Fluttershy, what happened last night?
>Her eyes start to glimmer, “Oh Anon. We shared a most special night together! It was everything I imagined it to be.”
>The scent of hay still lingered in the room. “And look, I have photos to commemorate the occasion!” in her hoof was several photographs.
>She hands them to you, and in your state of shock and disbelief you stared at them. She wasn’t bluffing.
>There you were doing the dirt horizontal dance with Fluttershy.
>Fluttershy takes them out of your grasp and tucks them away. “I’m so glad that you came to your sense, Anon. Won’t you have another cookie?”
>She pulls out the same one that you ate last night, but you immediately slapped it out of her hoof. It breaks against the wall.
Where’s Scootaloo?
>”She’s gone.”
What?
>You get up and run to her room. It looks like someone trashed the place.
>Yelling and screaming filled your mind. You remember hitting something.... or someone.
>Oh no...
>You went downstairs and looked outside, her scooter was gone. You remember throwing something. Heading back inside, you check your vault where you hid the key to the wheel clamp and found it was open.
>”Anon, you seem stressed. How about some cookies and milk?” she offered.
>You slam your fist into a wall
What did you do to me...?
>”Anon, you shouldn’t be angry. We only shared the most beautiful experience together.”
>You seized her by the throat and slammed her onto the bed. She was still smiling, “Oh, I didn’t think you were ready for more...”
SHUT UP! Just... shut up!
>You were breathing heavily.
You’re lucky I don’t remember much of our little Seven Minutes in Heaven; otherwise I wouldn’t have a problem ripping your wings off right now.
>You release her from your grip and back off. Your lips were dry and you couldn’t bear the thought that you may have actually harmed Scootaloo.
Get out of my house Fluttershy.
>”But don’t you want something to eat?” she asked innocently while gesturing over to the tray of food.
>Food that was probably drugged.
>You grab the tray and fling it hard across the room, the plates and cups smash against the wall with a loud crash.
GET OUT!
>”But Anon...” she looked like she was about to cry. “I was only trying to share my love with you...”
>With her head hanging low, she walks out of your room and out of your house. You slam the door shut behind her.
>Your hands were shaking. You clench them into a tight fist.
>Slowly you walk back upstairs to Scootaloo’s room. Posters ripped off the wall, shelves over turns, objects broken and destroyed.
>You could hear her yelling and screaming at you.
>As you started to pick up the pieces, you found a photo frame on the floor with picture in it half torn. You could feel your hand striking across her face.
>In your state of mind, you kept sorting through the mess and cleaning up as you went.
>Your stomach twisted and turned at the idea of you hitting her. Did Fluttershy make you do it?
>Looking around the room, you realized you had to find her.
>Running out the door, you head into P0nyville to look for her.
>For the entire afternoon, you went to all the places she might go to hang out. You stopped at Twilight’s place to ask.
>You couldn’t tell her what happened. Would anyp0ny even believe you if you told them what happened?
>All you would tell Twilight and the others is that you had an ‘argument’ and Scootaloo ran off.
>The answer was the same, no one has seen her.
>You kept checking back at the house to see if Scootaloo returned. There was no sign that she has.
>Your heart sank at the prospect that you caused her to run away from home. You couldn’t blame her.
>As the sun was setting, you felt this surge of anger in your heart. Fucking Fluttershy....
>This was her fault.
>And you were going to get answers.
>As you headed towards Fluttershy’s cottage, the late spring thunderstorm was rolling in with a low audible rumble.
>You are now Fluttershy.
>As you went home to tend to your animal friends, you kept reassuring yourself that Anon will make a break through, give up on Scootaloo and come back to you.
>”You idiot! You should’ve known the effect wouldn’t last that long!”
I... I thought it would... But Anon just needs time to think.
>”This is what I mean. You’re still a pushover, Fluttershy. You’ll never get what you want!”
>As you went about your day feeding and tending to the animals, you took those special photos and hid them for later. You knew a certain special somep0ny that would love to see those if Anon decided to disobey.
>Later as you go to tend to the chickens, you could hear a sound coming from behind the chicken coop.
>It sounded like... crying?
>Slowly you walk around and there sitting next to her scooter was Scootaloo.
Scootaloo? What are you doing here? Are you OK?
>She turns to look at you, but she looks away to cover her face, “I’m fine!”
>Scootaloo continued to sniffle, but you slowly approached her. She didn’t even resist as you placed a hoof under her chin and gently pulled her face into view.
>There was a faint mark on the side of her face; it looked like as if she was crying all day. You guess she must’ve fled here after what happened.
>You remember still being up in Anon’s room when you asked him to get rid of Scootaloo.
>All it took was reminding him of how disrespectful Scootaloo was and rest took care of itself.
>Except Scootaloo was still hanging around here in P0nyville. You expected that she would take off.
Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.
>You walk towards the house, and Scootaloo didn’t say much. She followed behind you with her scooter.
>As the late afternoon went on, you offered her some food. The poor thing was still shaking from today’s experience.
>”Do you mind if I smoke?” she asks pulling out a cigarette.
I didn’t know you smoked.
>”I find it helps to calm my nerves. Not being able to fly... and all...” she trails off as she lights it.
>You asked her what happened; Scootaloo began to tell you how Anon came into her room. As if something possessed him and he began to tear through her room.
>She asked him to stop, but he hit her.
>Anon threw the keys to her and told her to get out. “And that’s what I did...” you could see tears in her eyes.
>”I didn’t think he would snap like that. I guess everyone I end up being with hates me.” She sighs as she takes another puff of her cigarette.
>It was getting late.
How about a hot bath? It’ll help you to relax.
>With that, you drew a hot bubble bath for Scootaloo. She thanks you before setting herself into the tub.
>As you closed the bathroom door behind you, the voice is going off in your head, “This is too perfect. We have her right where we want her...”
What do you mean?
>”We’ve been playing nice, with every attempt it always ends up with her and Anon together. You have to finish her off...”
What? I... I can’t do such a thing. I won’t!
>”Oh my sweet innocent Fluttershy, you don’t have to do a thing. I’ll take care of the rest...”
>Your mind was flooded with this surge of fear, anxiety and anger. It was beginning to make sense now.
>If Scootaloo wasn’t taken care of, you’ll never have Anon. A smile creeps up across your face.
>From the drawer, you pull out a knife. Yes, it’ll do nicely...
>Slowly, you approach the bathroom door and you knock gently.
>As you open the door, Scootaloo is greeted by the sight of you standing in the doorway with a knife.
>And a tray with a slab of uncut brownies.
I hope you like brownies!
>You chirp cheerfully as you trot inside and on the edge of the tub. You take the knife and plunge it into the soft chewy brownie.
>”Oh, I guess that would be nice...” she mumbles.
I didn’t mean to disturb you, Scootaloo. But brownies always cheer me up.
>You cut her a small piece and hand it to her. She chews on it for a moment and swallows. “It’s not bad.”
Would like some more?
>”Not really.” She replies.
>Scootaloo just laid in the hot bath water looking straight ahead.
I’m sure things will get better.
>”Better? Things have been falling apart! I can’t fly, I have no cutie mark, my.... dad hates me...” she begins to break down.
>She slumps back into the tub.
>”Everyone hates me...” she sobs quietly to herself. “I can’t take this anymore...”
>You pat her on the head softly.
In life, we sometimes have to make a choice. It’s time you made yours.
>You left the tray of brownies and the knife at the side of the tub as you left the bathroom.
>Closing the door behind you, her fate was certain at this point.
>You went outside of the house to finish tending to the animals before the storm rolled in.
>You could see Anon approaching from the distance.
>You are now Anon.
>As the storm clouds rolled in, the first drizzle of rain came with it.
>You could see Fluttershy outside of her cottage, and she was going to answer your questions.
>”Hello Anon, I hope you’re feeling better.”
Shut up Fluttershy. What the hell did you do to me? Where’s Scootaloo?
>”Well, if you really want to know, the moment I got into your room we started t-“
>You cut her off
No! What did you do to make me do those things?! I would never hurt Scootaloo. You did something to those cookies!
>”You don’t need to worry your handsome little head about it.” She coos at you. Your fist began to tighten into a ball.
Either way, you’re going to help me find Scootaloo.
>”Anon, I don’t know where she is. And even if I did why would I tell you? She’s just distracting you from what’s really important.”
And what’s that?
>”Me, of course!” she smiles.
>This pony has officially gone off the deep end and out the other side.
Fluttershy, you’re way out of line. Now you’re going to help me find her or so help me...
>A flash of lightning goes off and catches your attention for a moment. The low rumble that followed made you look up and beyond Fluttershy’s cottage as you saw the storm approaching.
>As your eyes trailed back down, something caught their attention.
>Something metal.
>It was obscured behind a bush by the cottage. You walk up towards it.
>As you walked up to it, Fluttershy was right behind you spouting off how you were ignoring her.
>Sure enough, you can see it was Scootaloo’s scooter.
Where did you find this? Is Scootaloo here?!
>The look on her face was more than enough proof.
>You run up to the front door and open it. Fluttershy didn’t even attempt to chase after you.
Scootaloo?!
>There was no sign of her anywhere.
>You search the lower level and finally you head upstairs. You searched the few rooms upstairs and finally you come to closed door.
>You turn the doorknob and open the door, your heart was racing at the anticipation of finally finding Scootaloo.
>Your heart almost stopped.
>There you saw her.
>Blood smeared all over the side of the tub.
>The red bath water spilling over the edge as her head and body slowly slip under the water’s surface.
>A bloody knife lay on the bathroom floor.
>You ran in and pulled her body from the water.
Scootaloo!
>You hold her in your arms and she didn’t respond. She just weakly moans in your embrace.
Come on, wake up!
>Fresh blood was flowing out from a wound on her neck.
>You could feel tears forming in your eyes. She was losing a lot of blood.
>Grabbing a towel, you apply pressure to the wound and carry her out of the house running.
>Fluttershy was nowhere to be seen.
>It began to rain as you ran towards P0nyville with Scootaloo in your arms.
>Most of the citizens of P0nyville have already taken refuge from the storm by the time you got there, but you kept running.
You’re going to be OK... I promised nothing bad will happen.
>Another flash of lightning illuminates the sky, followed by the crashing of thunder.
Just stay awake, Scootaloo. We’re almost there!
>This can’t be happening! Not like this!
>Your lungs burned as you hurried down the street. You haven’t stopped running for anything. The freezing rain pelts your face and hers.
>An orange mare rests in your arms as you run through Ponyville trying to get to the hospital. Her blood was seeping into your shirt already.
>A bright flash of lightning fills the sky followed by a crack and loud crashing.
>You could hear her moan as her head rests against your shoulder.
>You prayed and hope she would hold on long enough to make it. She just had to.
>She was your responsibility. Your best friend... Your daughter.
>Scootaloo can’t die! Not now!