A/N: This is a crossover of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic and the Japanese NES Game “Mother” aka “Earthbound zero”. It’s the prequel to “Mother 2”, or as Western audiences may remember it “Earthbound” for the Super Nintendo. There were 3 games in total in the series, but only the second one was released outside of Japan.
Many of you hopefully know about this if you clicked on this fic, but I would like to direct those who haven’t to this youtube video series about the franchise and its history:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zvyb_oNybOI&feature=related
Anyway, while the franchise as a whole could use some more press, I always thought the first game was the most unknown and underappreciated. Ness and Lucas both are seen in Smash Brothers, but what about Ninten? Very few people know where “Giygas” really came from…
…but enough yapping, on with the story.
EquestriaBound Zero
By Lord Xaos
(Most characters the creative property of Shigesato Itoi, Lauren Faust, Nintendo, Hasbro, and other entities who aren’t me.)
In the early 1900’s, a dark Shadow covered a small country town in rural Amareica. At that time, a young couple mysteriously vanished from their home.
The stallion’s name was Cloud Reader, and the mare’s name was Fluttershy. Two years after his disappearance, Cloud Reader returned as suddenly as he left. He never told anypony where he had been or what he had done. Withdrawing into seclusion, he went into seclusion and began very odd research.
As for Fluttershy, his wife, she never returned.
80 years have passed since then….
In 1989, there a house on the outskirts of a small rural Amareican town called “Mother’s Day”. In that house there lived a family. The father was a busy stallion whose job regularly called him out of town, and was rarely home. However, he made constant phone calls to keep in touch with his family despite the distance. The mother was a tender, caring pegasus mare who was very affectionate to all of her children. The youngest foal was a colt that was friendly but scared easily and was prone to crying. The other youngest foal (for they were twins, but this one came out first, and might be considered the “older sibling”) was curious and observant, yet got easily annoyed when he was mistaken with his brother.
As for the oldest child….
A orange-and-purple blur tore through the house, diving under an unsuspecting pegasus mare with a pale orange-cream coat and slightly dark raspberry sherbert mane and tail (with brighter streaks of pink at end), and the image of three tornadoes emblazoned in her fur coat on her hind quarters. The blur slowed down as it went up the stars, revealing itself to be a pegasus filly with a spiky purple mane, but no emblem on her flank. She still moved quite quickly, and was out of sight before the aforementioned mare recognized what she was seeing.
“Scootaloo!” Called Dizzy Twister after her daughter.
“Can’ttalkmom, loveyou!” Scootaloo called back, galloping towards her room, and almost making it to the room to her door…
…before something grabbed her tail and pulled her back, causing her heart to sink!
She was turned around and made to face…Dizzy Twister. Scootaloo was still shocked at how fast her mother could be when she wanted to be. Subconsciously, she raised her hooves to hide the saddlebag on her right side, as if it was some kind of awful contraband instead of the usual thing she wore to school everyday. She couldn’t quite keep herself from sweating and wearing a very guilty expression on her face.
“Y-yes, Mom? Is something wr-UUGGH!” Scootaloo’s attempts to act cool were cut short as Dizzy Twister kissed her on her cheek.
“No, nothing’s wrong, my darling little filly. That’s all I wanted.” Dizzy said with a smile.
“Mom!” Scootaloo whined, her orange face turning scarlet. “Geez, don’t you have two LITTLE kids you could do this to?”
“Yes. But only one filly. And I’m not going to have you thinking I’ve forgotten about you, young lady.” Dizzy said, stroking her daughter’s mane.
Scootaloo groaned. “Okay, okay. I love you, too, Mom. Can I go now? Am I dismissed from your daily smothering regiment?” Scootaloo nagged, hoping her mom wouldn’t become too suspicious.
Dizzy Twister raised a hoof to her chin and hummed thoughtfully.
“W-well?” Scoots asked, mentally kicking herself for that small stutter.
Dizzy smirked coyly. And then she pulled Scootaloo into a tight hug.
“MOOOOOOOOOOM!” Scootaloo whined, although she couldn’t keep herself from smiling.
Dizzy Twister giggled. “Okay, now you’re free to go. Oh, and remember to wash up before dinner.”
“Yeah, yeah…”
Dizzy started to fly down the stairs, but called after her daughter. “And don’t run in the house, alright?”
“Okay!” Scootaloo called. When she was sure her mother wasn’t going to add anything else, she took a furtive glance around her, and retreated behind the door she had nearly reached before she was interrupted.
The young pegasus girl, now safe in her room, tossed of her saddlebags and baseball bat next to the chair she kept in the middle of her room (which actually had been in the living room before it got crowded and Scoots had the chair hoisted on her, but that was about as unimportant as details got). She closed curtains on all her windows, panting slightly. Everything was done to shut out the entire world, lest anypony ever discover her terrible secret.
What secret?
Well, she was what might be called a “late bloomer.” Everypony, absolutely everypony in her year had already gotten a mark. That symbol of maturity and distinction, the emblem that separated the fillies from the mares, that showed that you found out who you were and were ready to be a real person! …A cutie mark! Well…everypony but her that was. Her flank was blank.
But that wasn’t a secret. She thought about wearing clothes to conceal herself, but that would only draw more attention to it. Besides, she didn’t want to give her mom anymore excuses to take her dress shopping for hours at a time. She still had nightmares about last time…
She had another quality that separated her from the other children. One time when she accidentally bent a spoon, she discovered had psychic powers. “PSI” it was called. It allowed her to speak with other psychics and even animals. Although…she always seemed to offend animals somehow, so it was hard making new friends that way…
Oh, but you still would be incorrect to assume that was what she was so desperate to hide. In fact, she had gotten into an argument with a bully over cutie marks and said that, yes, in fact, she WAS special. But her attempts to prove she had telepathy by reading the bully’s mind had gotten her accused of spying. Things escalated quickly and Scoots had earned the nickname “Stalkerloo” by the end of the day.
(Her father believed her, at least. Even though he couldn’t telepathically communicate with her either. He was wonderful like that.)
She wasn’t very good at flying compared to other pegasus ponies her age, but…okay, yeah, she wasn’t exactly declaring that fact from the highest perch in town. But it still wasn’t the secret.
No, her secret, her shame, her terrible sin was something she could not believe could’ve happened. She got IT from…from that filly. She didn’t think much of the girl at first, but when it became apparent she was the only one who shared her cutie mark-lessness, she opened up to her. Even after the girl got her mark, she was still important enough to Scootaloo that she was able to convince Scootaloo to take IT. “You don’t have to read it! Jutht hold on to it for me!” What an obvious trap. And now…and now she couldn’t stop.
With sweaty, shaking hooves, Scootaloo reached into her bag, and wrapped around…IT. She should really not be doing this in her own home. What if one of her little brothers saw her?
But…I love it so much. I’m…I’m…I’M!
Scootaloo looked down at her newest passion/object of eternal shame:
…A book entitled “Daring Do and the Queth for the Thapphire Thatue” (Or at least, that’s what THAT FILLY had called it.)
I’m an…EGGHEAD.
With a taxi-carriage miles away, a white earth pony filly with an frizzy orange mane and a cutie mark of two peppermint sticks let out a mischievous, almost sinister giggle.
“Peppermint Twist? What are you laughing at?” A mare sitting next to the filly raised her eyebrow with a bemused look on her face.
“Oh…it’th nothing, mom! Juth a funny thought I had…” Twist grinned.
Looking down the copy of “Daring Do and the Quest for the Sapphire Statue,” Scootaloo knew that nopony could ever be allowed to find out. That there was no going back. That the nightmare of her own existence had only just begun.
She might’ve paused to ponder what her life was going to be like now, or how she was going to make Peppermint Twist pay for this…but Scootaloo had gotten to a very exciting point in the story and had been forced to wait for far too long to continue it. Sometimes, she swore that clock at school enjoyed her pain. (Yes….she couldn’t possibly think about revenge against Twist until that clock got his…)
Scootaloo switched on the blue lamp with the white lampshade, and opened the book to the page marked by the unbelievably embarrassing peppermint striped tag (that Twist swore was also very special to her since she got it to celebrate her cutie mark, so Scootaloo might as well use it to mark her place. Honestly, could Twist possibly make it any MORE obvious she was trying to kill Scootaloo?) and found where she left off, which was quite deep in the book. Without wasting another second, she read the story aloud:
“Daring Do stood at the entrance to the central temple chamber. At last, she was face to face with the legendary Sapphire Statue.” Scootaloo read aloud with excitement, imagination completely captured by the scene. She continued to read. “Distracted by-“
Abruptly, the lamp on the table by her chair went out, leaving Scootaloo in the relative dark, and shutting her out of the magical world of treasures and danger she had been aching to return to.
“Wha? Ugh, not now! I just got back!” Scootaloo groaned. The bulb had been changed just the other day, and she worried that getting a new one would call attention to herself. Besides, she really wanted to get back to the story as quickly as possible. Scootaloo started to get out of her chair, just for the light to come back on. Quite befuddled, she gradually settled back into her chair and started to read again.
“Sunbeams shone down upon the Sapphire Statue through a small skylight in the ceiling, and now that she could see it and its many shades of blue in person, Daring was entranced by its beauty. Distracted by the hypnotic sparkles of the flawlessly cut sapphire in the form of two headed jackal who watched vigilantly to the north and the south, Daring began to step out with her front leg into the room thoughtlessly, forgetting just for a moment where she was...”
No, Daring Do! You nearly died just getting here! Scootaloo mentally admonished the fictional explorer. You can’t let your guard down for a moment!
Little did Scootaloo know she should’ve taken her own advice, or some may have noticed the odd things about her own room: the lighting and shadows, even the ones behind the book were changing and oscillating. Ever so subtly, but it was happening. She might’ve noticed something out of the corner of her eye, had her eyes not been glued to the page and the outside world becoming completely unimportant. Furthermore, the door to her room had been left unlocked when she first sat down to read, overlooked despite her desperation to keep her newest hobby a secret, but it had since been silently locked without her knowledge.
But the most disturbing thing of all was simply that the lamp was shedding light…even though it had been unplugged. Indeed, the chord was slowly coiling itself around the chair as the oblivious filly read on.
“She caught herself and pulled her hoof back before it was too late. Regaining her senses, Daring Do took in the subtler details of the scene. First, there were the stone tiles which she had nearly stepped on. Each one bore the image of various animals such as tigers, wolves, snakes, cheetahs, and others, each of them a warm color ranging somewhere between red and gold, yet a different color from its neighbor.”
The chord, reaching the top of the chair, slowly slithered down to where Scootaloo lay slouching in her chair…
“Looking around, she saw that stone monkey idols with ruby eyes adorned the wall, as well as arrow holes partially concealed by the idols. She decided to test the tiles and kicked a nearby rock onto one. It collapsed immediately, and a volley of arrows instantly sailed across the room and pierced the solid stone wall on the other side, striking what would have been every major joint and vital in Daring Do’s body at once, had she been there. Daring Do examined the tiles in closer detail. ‘Hmm…what do all these animals have in common?’ The tiles depicted bears, wolves, snakes, rats, owls, eagles and various types of wild cats. Daring contemplated what the pattern could be.”
The chord had just begun to slither onto Scootaloo’s shoulder as slow as it could when the pegasus had abruptly ceased to slouch and sat up with a “hmm.” Oh! I know! Only one of them can fly! Oh…wait. Owls AND Eagles…
“The answer came to Daring in a flash of inspiration. ‘Aha! All of these animals are predators! Except for….Rats!’ Daring Do reached out to step onto the nearest rat tile, knowing that if she made a mistake, she would be instantly skewered throughout her body.” As Scootaloo read, she faintly felt an odd sensation around her waist, but it passed quickly before she could take full notice of it.
“Sweating profuss….prefer…pro-fussed-ably?” Scootaloo continued to stumble over the word “profusely” for a few moments before the chord, which had wrapped itself around her middle, tightened and pulled her up against the back of the chair, pulling her hooves off the ground in bargain. Scootaloo also dropped the book, for the thing about a brightly colored magical pony’s hooves was that they had a grip at all, not that that grip was particularly strong.
“Ugh!” Scootaloo grunted, and looked down to see the chord move and loop around the chair a second time, reaching the end of its slack. “Huh? Hey! What gives?” With her free forelegs, she wrapped her hooves around the chord and tried to pull it off of her, but a strange, unnatural strength resisted her and held the chord taut. Noticing the light dance around the room, she took in her surroundings.
And then she saw it.
Hovering above her in the air, there was the lamp she had been using to read all this time. It had undergone some slight…modifications while she wasn’t looking. For starters, there was that whole “floating in the air” thing. But far more worrisome was the evil, monstrous face: sharp, tusk-like teeth stuck out of its blue, rotund frame in a kind of underbite and malicious squinting eyes grinning at her while she struggled.
Even in a world of magical ponies and psychic children, this was simply NOT normal lamp characteristics.
How is it moving? Is it being levitated with Unicorn magic? Is this a prank? This has gotta be some kind of prank, right?…
The features on the lamp’s face were much too lifelike. If this was somepony’s idea of a joke, it was a very, very expensive one. For a moment, Scootaloo just stared at the unreal sight with her mouth agape. The two looked at each other, Scootaloo and the lamp. A tremor passed through the house, and the lamps’ light flickered out for the quarter of a second, plunging Scootaloo’s curtained room in darkness in unison with the unearthly tremor.
There’s no aura! Even if it was a pale color that doesn’t show up in the light, just now when everything was dark, it should’ve shone through…Am...am I doing this?
Scootaloo, not certain if it would understand pony speech, and having spoken with animals before, ventured to communicate telepathically with her strange assaulter.
Don’t say something stupid, don’t say something stupid, don’t say something stupid…
For a moment, Scootaloo’s telepathic channel only rang out static. Then Scoots’ brow furrowed as she latched on to the first idea that seemed “cool” to say:
“I, the Dark Queen Psychicmane, demand that you release me at once, or you shall be blasted by my lasers!” She outstretched one foreleg to point at the lamp and the other one bent and pointing at her head.
The lamp showed no signs of being intimidated by the bound filly in her ridiculous pose.
Arg! I should’ve said “terrible psychic powers.” That’s much less lame and could cover stuff I could actually do! I could at least project the “Song that doesn’t end” and technically be right. But now, I just feel awkward…
The lamp landed on the chair between her hind hooves and opened its mouth wide, revealing row after row of ridiculously sharp porcelain teeth that made Scootaloo’s eyes widen in terror.
“Wait! Don’t! I’m sorry! I DON’T TASTE VERY GOOD!” Scootaloo shrieked in both verbal and telepathic speech as she struggled with the improbably secure chord, trying to pull it away from her so as to move into range for her to start chewing through it. (Although, a tactically-minded person might point out that she could either fly out the top or slip out the bottom if she ever got that much leverage.) She shut her eyes trying to pull the chord off of her with all of her strength, only to reopen them when she heard a loud “Chomp!” sound.
….
Scootaloo looked down at her body. She seemed to still be all there. Relieved, she was still confused to hear the lamp chewing on something. She looked at the lamp…and her heart sank.
“HEY! STOP! NO! PUT IT DOWN!” Scootaloo cried out in normal speech, forgetting about telepathy altogether. She tried to reach out and grab the lamp, but it hovered out of her grasp, taking its prize with it.
The lamp was eating her precious book. The cover was scratched and ruined, although it was structurally intact. The pages, however, were ripped right out of the book and shredded.
“NOOOOOOO! It was just getting goo-hoo-hood!” Scootaloo teared up as the book was torn up in front of her. How was she going to find out whatever happened to Daring Do? She didn’t know how she was going to get another book. She was actually dreading having to give it back to Twist, now that she was thinking about it. She planned to read the entire thing and just give it back to Twist, denying everything…but what if she wanted to read it again? What was she supposed to do? Ask to borrow it again? Check it out of a library, which would require being seen anywhere NEAR a library?
The point was moot, as the lamp had finished destroying the book, was beginning to spit out book-confetti. Scootaloo looked on, heartbroken, as the shreds of the book fell to the ground. Then, a look of realization crossed over her. A moment later, her expression darkened.
Building up with a throaty growl, the filly snarled at the evil appliance. “You stupid lamp! That book belonged to Twist! She was the only one who didn’t make fun of me for being a blank flank! I swear, the second I get out of here, I’m gonna…” Scootaloo’s tirade was cut short as part of the lamp chord unfurled from around the chair, rose to the level of her face, and slapped her, breaking her eye contact with her tormenter.
The lamp smirked. That shut her up. It was pleased that the filly’s eyes seemed to start watering again. Filled with nothing but a malevolent desire to cause as much pandemonium as possible, it surveyed the room for more things to destroy in front of its victim. Hmm…perhaps the Whinnyndo Entertainment System next…
Scootaloo, however, had finally noticed her baseball bat lying against the chair. She had already wrapped her hooves around the bat, and pulled it back for just the appropriate distance to build up momentum for a lamp-shattering…
“SMAAAAAAAASSH!!!” Scootaloo screamed her battle cry as the blunt instrument of property damage sent the lamp flying! It swerved around the chair and Scootaloo had a flash of insight just as she felt the chord starting to slacken just a little around her waist, and with lightning reflexes she turned her bat around and swung it in the other direction just as the lamp came into view…
…and her attack connected, breaking the lamp and sending the porcelain shards everywhere!
On piece landed in her line of sight, which she recognized as part of the lamp’s face. The eye rolled back in the lamp’s “head” and vanished into thin air, returning the surface of the ruined appliance to its normal, featureless blue smoothness.
Darkness settled over the room as the light bulb, stuck in its socket guarded by the (now significantly dented) lampshade, was released from whatever force was lighting it without being plugged into the power grid. Scootaloo panted, surveying the room. Nothing else seemed to move.
Scootaloo looked at the remains of her lamp. “Aw man…How am I going to explain this? Now that its face is gone, nopony will ever believe I broke the lamp in self defense!”
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something under a lamp shard illuminated by a thin ray of sunlight creeping from under the curtains. Something… pink-and-white.
Since the chord was no longer digging into her belly anymore, and was in fact perfectly escapable, Scootaloo held her bat in her mouth and pushed the chord off of her and investigated.
Cantering over to the spot, she pushed the lamp piece to one side and recognized the object. It was Twist’s bookmark. It had teeth marks all over it, but otherwise seemed to have survived the book’s destruction.
Her mind traveled back to her last conversation with Peppermint Twist.
“It’th very thecial to me, be thure you don’t lothe it, alright?” Peppermint Twist said with a smile.
“Ugh. Twist, really, this thing is so uncool…” Scootaloo groaned, glaring at the uncool thing like it was diseased. An expression which was quickly replaced with an alarmed one when Twist’s face was shoved up against hers.
“Thootaloo! I’m therious! Don’t lose it or I’ll have to think of thomething horrible to do to you!” she threatened. And then she walked away, smiling. “And perthonally, I believe you are going to uthe it more than you think! Thee you in two weekth, Loo-loo!”
Scootaloo’s called after the earth pony filly. “Hey! I said I hate that nickname!”
Twist stopped to face Scootaloo again. “But it’th eathier for me to thay inthead of ‘Thootth!’ Thoot’th’th…thootssshhhh…Hey! Loo-loo! Thtop laughing at me!”
“Alright, alright! You can call me ‘Loo or something. Just don’t use that one, it makes me sound like a girl!” Scootaloo cringed.
“But you ARE a…ugh…Alright…if you read just the firtht chapter and can prove that you have, I’ll call you Loo. But if you don’t,” Twist’s lips curled up in the most mischevious smile as she whispered her threat in Scootaloo’s ear. “I’m bringing back my old nickname for you, and telling everypony. The one that was REAL eathy for me to thay!”
Scootaloo gasped with a look of utter horror on her face and a burning red sensation in the tip of her ears. “You wouldn’t!”
“Maaaaaybe not.” Twist winked as she continued to whisper. “One chapter. Jutht one…Cutealoo.” She quickly shifted to a much more pleasant expression. “Thee you in two weekth! Oh, and don’t lothe either the book or the bookmark!”
Scootaloo set her bat down and sighed. “‘Sorry I don’t have your book, Twist. My lamp ate it.’ I might as well legally change my name to…” She gulped. “…Cutealoo.” She placed her foreleg’s hoof on top of the bookmark, and lifted it, bookmark sticking to her hoof in a phenomenon that still confounded griffons, minotaurs, and diamond dogs the world over to this day. She looked it over. “Well, at least this mostly survived.”
Suddenly, another tremor ran through the house and the light bulb flashed on for just a moment. Scootaloo squeaked and shattered the light bulb with her bat. She bashed the socket in for good measure as well.
She went quiet, looking around for any other movement. She had been so distraught over losing Twist’s book and possibly her friendship that it didn’t occur to her that her house might not be safe yet.
Although how to apply her psychic powers was still a mystery to her…something about the whole “feel” of her house was off. Like some kind of oppressive force lingered even after the lamp’s destruction. More tremors came, and by she noticed that there seemed to be other brief power surges coming from the outside, causing light to flash from under her door for a moment.
And that’s when she heard the screams. Then she realized.
Her mom! Her brothers!
She bit down on the bat handle and charged out her door. To her left was her parent’s room, but it was wide open and clearly devoid of ponies or animate objects. But to her right were the doors to each of her little brothers’ rooms. Without any information on who was in more trouble, Scootaloo went for Tin Tailor’s room, as it was the closest one.
“Tinny!” She cried out her brother’s nickname and she shoved open the door to his room Slamming it open, she could now see a much younger gray pegasus colt with blue hair and cyan eyes crawling around under his bed. Another lamp was there, and it hovered from side to side, whipping the floor with its chord and producing a loud “CRACK!” every time the little colt tried to escape.
“Scootaloo!? Help! I-I can’t get away!” Tinny sobbed.
“RRAAAAAAARRRR!” Scootaloo roared through the bat being gripped in her teeth, and charged into the room, spreading out her wings. She took to the air and seized the base of the lamp, swinging her head –and more to the point, her bat- across the top. She bent the lampshade and shattered bulb underneath, which caused no major change in lighting because Tinny had not closed his curtains to block out the afternoon sun.
Scootaloo and the lamp tumbled together through the air for a while, but Scootaloo let go just before the crashed into a wall. She panted and floated down onto Tinny’s bed, her wings already exhausted from that short bout of flying. That was when she noticed that the lamp was still floating in the air, with a glower that said it was rather upset at being bludgeoned with a baseball bat.
Darn…I thought the light bulb’s might be their core…or something.
“Scoots, watch out!” called Tinny, who had taken the opportunity to escape to other side of the room. “That chord really hurts!”
“Huh?” Scootaloo turned her back on the lamp to look at her brother. She noticed a nasty bruise on his rump and another one around one of his fetlocks. She realized what caused those. That made her angry. “How dare you…” Scootaloo turned to face the lamp again…
..only to receive a lashing of her own as the lamp launched its counteract. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The lamp whipped the filly in a flurry of attacks from its plug. Scoots yelped and shrieked and tried to block her face with the hoof that was, until just a moment ago, holding the bat. She stumbled back until she fell off of the bed.
“Sis! Are you okay!?” Tinny ran over to his fallen sister. He saw the scratches and bruises over her. “Oh….does it hurt?”
“Owww…” Scootaloo groaned. That was not fun. She had pains from different parts of the front of her body as she tried to move. Still, she learned her lesson. She grit her teeth and searched the room from any sign of the evil, evil lamp. The first thing she took note of was the loss of her weapon. Where is it? Scootaloo’s mind raced, but she was answered as another whiplash from atop the bed sent the bat flying to the other side of the bed, out of her reach. Well, that’s gone. But where’s the monster? She couldn’t find the lamp at first but then it silently hovered into view.
“Oh no! Scootaloo, we have to go!” Tinny bit on Scoots’ wing to try and drag her, but she wouldn’t budge, her focus directed at her enemy. “We have to find Mom, she can deal with it! Come on, I’m sorry I distracted you and made you lose your bat, but that’s why its time to go! I don’t want to see you get hurt anymore!” Tinny persisted, and was taken by surprise when a snarl came from above and he looked up just in time to the lamp’s rows of teeth in its wide open maw coming right at the both of them.
“AAAAUUUUUGGGGHHH!” Tinny screamed in terror. He shut his eyes and trembled.
“YYYAAAAAHHH!!!” Scootaloo yelled as she threw her body up into the air and delivered a flying kick to the lamp, with help from some actual flying. The lamp was knocked back into the base of the bed by the force of her kick.
Tinny opened his eyes, looking amazed to still be alive. He was just in time to watch quite a show.
Rounding on the weakened appliance, Scootaloo reared up onto her hind legs, and dropped down, stomping on the lamp with all her might. She did this several times, crying a new exclamation each time she reared up.
“BAD LAMP! BAD! SCOOTALOO SMASH! SCOOTALOO BEST THERE IS!” Scootaloo broke the lamp’s porcelain shell apart, stamping with all four of her legs, the fiendish light source crunching beneath her horseshoes.
When Scoots dared to look, the face had already disappeared off of the lamp.
Slightly winded, she looked back at her brother, who sat there unmoving with his eyes wide and his mouth agape.
Scootaloo laughed. “I got him.” Tin Tailor didn’t answer. This made Scootaloo very, very worried.
“H-hey say something, Tin!” Scootaloo turned around to face her brother. She started to stretch out a hoof to touch him, but retracted it. Her ears flopped behind her head. “Please.”
Oh no, I broke him! First I broke the lamps and then I broke Tinny! Mom’s going to skin me alive!
Scootaloo sat back and spoke with the calmest voice she could manage. “Oh, Tin…I’m sorry I lost control. I just was so frustrated and I had to- ”
“EEEE!” Tin Tailor glomped Scootaloo. “OH WOW THAT WAS SO COOL! You’re the greatest big sister ever! I can’t wait to tell everypony at school how tough and awesome you are!”
Scootaloo was stunned speechless, but she started to blush as what Tin Tailor just said sank in. “Aw shucks...You’re making me feel embarrassed.” she rubbed the back of her head.
“You really saved me! I’m sorry I put that spider in your bed that one time!” Tinny said.
“Of course! I couldn’t just…wait, what was that last part?” Scootaloo felt like she just missed something important that was mentioned in the last five seconds.
“NO! NO! GET AWAY! HEEEELP!” The moment was ruined as the terrified screams of another colt came from the other room.
“TIMMY!” Scootaloo and Tinny cried. Scootaloo grabbed her bat and turned to the door.
“I can-“ Tinny started.
“No. Stay here and lock the door. You’re safe here, don’t open that door until me or somepony else come to get you.” Scootaloo ordered.
“I…Alright. Go get ‘em, Sis! If its you, I know you can do it!” Tinny said, giving a salute to Scoots.
Scootaloo nodded. Then tore out of the room. “I’m coming Timmy!” She ripped opened the door to her other sibling. On the other side of the door she found…
Author's Note
The song that doesn’t end:
[youtube=http://www.youtuberepeat.com/watch?v=HmcP3MShzS0]
no really, it won’t end. Apparently, Lamb chop is the Dark Queen Psychicmane.
Chapter 2: The First Melody
Equestriabound Zero
Chapter 2
On the other side of the door she found…
…an empty room. There was no sign of Timmy anywhere. She eyed the lamps in the room with complete suspicion. Only another tremor with yet another fluctuation in the lighting showed her any sign that anything was wrong.
She didn’t make a habit of going into her brother’s room, but she noted that there was a cardboard box as well as a collection of old toys she didn’t remember seeing in there before, next to the plastic toolbox full of small tools. The tools she remembered that their father had bought those for Timmy, but the toys included ancient, moth-eaten teddy bears and dust covered ponies made of tin.
As Scootaloo searched the room, she felt herself step on and knocked with her hoof. She looked over her should, only to find that she had kicked it out of the room and out of view.
Peering outside, she discovered that it was one of Timmy’s tiny screwdrivers.
Timmy freaks over anypony else touching these…why was one on the floor, so far away from his desk?
“Timmy!?” Scootaloo called out in a worried voice
If there was an answer, she certainly didn’t hear it.
“Timmy!?” She called out mentally. For some reason, while Timmy wasn’t able to answer her in a like fashion, he could hear her telepathy. He seemed to be the exception to the rule, or maybe he had powers too, but was too little to speak with them? Still, maybe he could hear her…
She concentrated and tried to listen for Timmy’s mind, but her telepathic range was very short. She got tired of straining her mind before she even explored half the room, and she cursed her power for being so tricky to use.
“Timmy, this isn’t funny!” She called out again in normal speech.
She looked under the bed, but there was no Timmy. All she saw was a lumpy shade that she identified as…wait.
Oh my gosh, is this what I think it is?
Scootaloo pulled out the glassy eyed baby doll from under the bed, her mouth agape. And then she formed in her mind an image of her brattiest brother gently rocking the plastic filly to sleep and changing its diaper…and it was too much for her.
“…Psssstt…ssstt....Hahahaha!” Scootaloo broke down laughing. She rolled around on the floor giggling, dropping the doll as she went. “Oh wow, first he never wants me around because of my ‘girl germs’, and then I find out he was playing with stuff like this and was already so infected he had nothing to worry about! AHAHAHAHA!” wiping a tear from her eye, she wound down her laughing fit. “Oh…I needed that.”
A loud, but muffled sound came from the closet.
Scootaloo got up and cantered over, pulling the closet open. Tied and gagged with an assortment of clothes inside the closet was a gray and blue colt that was nearly identical to Tin Tailor, except for the ring of brown fur around his neck. Well, that and the magnifying glass forming an “X” with a screw driver emblazoned on his flank. He was the only child of the family who had obtained his cutie mark, and loved showing it off, especially to Scootaloo.
“Timmy?” Scootaloo addressed Timber Torret, her other brother and Tin Tailor’s twin. The colt only answer with more muffled yelling. She pulled the gag out of his mouth, which turned out to be a long stocking. She held it in both hooves, staring at it for a moment.
I have no idea why Mom likes buying these things for us…Well, at least it’s not more *shudder* dresses…
“LOOK OUT, YOU DUMMY!” Timmy yelled, breaking Scootaloo out of her reverie.
Scootaloo didn’t even have time to register before the sleeves of one of Timmy’s small, small, tiny dress shirts caught her by the fore legs, making her put it on backwards, and what should’ve been the front of the shirt wrapped around her wings and back and started squeezing her to try and force the buttons to fit.
“Ah! Too tight! TOO TIGHT!” Scootaloo yiped.
Just then, Scootaloo heard a giggle come from behind. Through having the life squeezed out of her, she looked over her should to see the baby doll floating in the air behind her. She instinctively tried to turn around, only to forget about her sudden lack of mobility and trip over her own hooves.
“Idiot.” Timmy grumbled as he rolled his eyes.
Scootaloo grunted, and spread out her wings to try to force some leverage to get the shirt off of her. She pulled her legs apart, and the shirt couldn’t take the strain and tore apart.
“Aha! You can’t get me that easily, you stupid doll! Don’t worry, Timmy, you big sister has everything under-MMMPH! Scootaloo’s attempts to reassure her brother were cut off as a baby bottle shoved into her face. While Scootaloo was stunned, the doll’s telekinesis moved the bottle back and forth in her mouth. She hear the doll’s ghostly giggling again. Scootaloo tried to swerve her head away from the baby bottle’s nipple, but the doll used its powers to force it back in and get her to “drink.”
…It wasn’t like that was even an option, of course. The white non-milk in the bottle (whatever horribly toxic chemical it was in reality, Scootaloo didn’t know. She wasn’t an expert on toys from bygone decades) wasn’t designed to be accessible through its nuzzle. The nuzzle didn’t taste very good, however.
“I’m doomed.” Timmy sighed. Then he took a deep breath and yelled at top of his lungs! “MOOOOOM! HEEELLLPP!”
“Piilaaahhh!” Scootaloo spat out the babyish accessory. “Ugh…this is not a good day.” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the bottle rising up to “feed” her again, and she sent it across the room with a quick kick. Another fit of ghostly laughter came from the doll. Furious at her humiliation, Scootaloo turned her attention back to the source of the giggling and her voice made it clear just how funny she was finding the situation. “YOU STUPID DOLL! I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR…stupid….tricks?” trailed off as she was too busy being terrified by the doll’s newest plans for her to worry about things like keeping a consistent angry tone in her speech.
A swarm of girly apparel, approximating to a size that would fit Scootaloo much better than any of her brother’s clothes, floated into the room. Scootaloo gaped, as a number of her worst and frilliest childhood memories floated in the air. Each dress representing several torturous centuries (or it seemed like centuries to Scootaloo) in the store with her mother gushing over her. She would’ve buried them so deep in her closet as to fade from existence…but ponies don’t keep that many clothes to begin with…
Sweating bullets, Scootaloo bit down firmly on the handle of her bat, and braced herself for the coming battle. Alright, bat. It’s just you and me against the forces of absolute evil. And worse, frills. Scootaloo crouched, and got herself ready to pounce through the dresses and onto the doll.
Her bravado faltered, however, when the doll brought more things into the room. Combs, curlers, a brush, a file, and a case full of unspeakably horrible things that belonged to her mother.
Scootaloo looked around at the very crowded room, being surrounded on all sides by enemies and had to admit she was feeling just a little overwhelmed by it all. She grit her teeth and looked at the doll, its glassy eyes staring into her soul, plastic mouth frozen in an “o”, which was mean for the doll to suck on the bottle’s tip, but it seemed to Scootaloo at the moment that it was giving a refined, aristocratic “Oh-ho-ho-ho” laugh.
As Scootaloo and the various girly objects had their face off, the house had more tremors and power fluctuations, the only sign that time was passing.
Cold sweat broke slithered down Scootaloo’s coat.
Another chilling giggle rang through the air.
Timber Torret had stopped calling for motherly backup to watch the spectacle, and swallowed a lump in his throat.
Scoots took half a step back…and all heck broke loose.
All the things attacked Scootaloo at once! Scootaloo screamed and swung her bat wildly, and she could’ve sworn she hit some of the more rigid objects, but the dresses simply swayed in the air and some of them wrapped around the bat and pulled it out her hooves. She boxed and bucked and squirmed, but she couldn’t stop a white petticoat skirt from slipping over her head and onto her, Scootaloo tried to pull it off, but was then buffeted by a powderpuff to her face. Scootaloo spat and whined “Hey, quit it! I can’t see!” It did not stop, but rather picked up in speed and sent Scootaloo tripping backwards in a coughing fit, desperate to get the powder out of her throat.
Before she could recover, she started giggling and flailing her limbs around as something cold and wet (which she was positive she had no idea what it actually was) was tickling her hind legs and hooves. “Oh no-hohohoho! STHAAAP! AHAHAHA!” She pleaded as she realized a puffy dark blue dress had caught her forelegs in the perfect position to fit in the sleeves and then the powder puff was buffeting her face and blinded her again, but she could feel several wet things moving across her face in several places. Scootaloo tried to move her head, but they simply chased her and renewed their work.
And it was about that moment that the pain started.
“YEEOWCH! Hey! That hurts!” Scootaloo yelped as something pulled forcefully at her mane. Then another painful pull in her tail, as the comb caught on her many tangles and knots. She renewed her struggle under the weight of this new torture, only for the combing to speed up, and several pulls to happen in succession, pulling some of her hair out every other stroke. She eventually rolled away and brought herself to stand.
As Scootaloo growled at the doll, a mirror rose up, interposition itself between her and the doll, and when the filly saw her reflection, she gasped.
At first, Scoots thought she was seeing some kind of ghost or demon, but then she realized it was her. Her face was caked in powder, making her a much paler shade of orange, but she also had been painted with rouge and lip stick, a scribble all over her face very much like a toddler’s drawing. Her eyelashes were so heavy that looked ridiculous.
But the worse was her mane. Despite the doll not liking her hairstyle, it had managed to make Scootaloo’s mane even more wild and frayed than ever. Locks of hair pointed in every direction, making Scootaloo’s mane look like a purple hedgehog that had been electrocuted…then exploded….twice.
“Wha...What have you done to me!?” Scootaloo said in shock. “Timmy! Don’t look! Aw man, I’m never going to live this down....Timmy?”
She looked over her left shoulder and noticed the closet was empty.
“I’m over here, dummy!” a voice came from her right. She turned to see her brother had been pulled out of the closet and was wearing a yellow party dress (although his forelegs didn’t exit the sleeves as they were still bound to his body), some more combs were pulling at his hair and scissors snipping it off.
“OW! Stop it! You don’t know what you’re doing! Scootaloo! Stop daydreaming! You should have untied me! I thought you came to save me or something! YOU might want to play girly games with her, but I am NOT going to sit here while you lie down and let her make me bald! So get off your stupid butt and SAVE M-MMF!” Timmy’s tirade was cut short as the bottle was shoved into his mouth. Another ghostly giggle came from the doll.
Timmy made several attempts to spit out the bottle, but it simply levitated and shoved not merely its nipple, but its entire frame halfway into his mouth. He looked at Scootaloo, tears starting to leak out of his eyes as more hair was cut from his mane. Scootaloo, incensed at her brother’s pain, spread out her wings, but Timmy rose a hoof and shook his head. Wearing a pained expression, he pointed his head towards the doll and jerked towards it.
She was completely ready to snatch the scissors.
Then, his mind echoed words into hers. “Attack while it’s distracted?”[/color]
“Yes!” Timmy’s mind hissed back.
“But I can get it off of you!” Scootaloo retorted.
“NOW! This is your chance!” Timmy mentally screamed with all the urgency he could muster.
Scootaloo didn’t hesitate a second longer. She ran from under the comb, which continued to groom the air in her absence, and launched an aerial tackle and knocked the doll into the wall of the room and collapsed into a pile of clothes, disappearing from view. As Scootaloo returned to the floor, she heard the clumping and clattering of several objects falling to the ground. She noticed her bat, which was now accessible from her new position, and seized it in her hooves.
That was when the doll reached a plastic foreleg up out of the clothes pile. Scootaloo’s wings buzzed like a motor, propelling herself towards the clump of clothes, raising the bat above her head, determined to bring an end to this fight, before the doll escaped! With a mighty neigh of “SMAAAAAAASH!!” she brought the bat down...
….just a second after the doll had returned to the air, and swerved out the way to dodge the incoming weapon.
“Darnnit! Timmy, I’ll stay behind! Worm your way out of here! Go to Tinny’s room and tell him to let you in!” She ordered. Moments passed without Timmy giving an answer. “Huh?” Scootaloo turned and found that her brother had disappeared.
“Um….” Spoke Timmy’s sheepish voice from outside the room. “I kinda already did? Thanks?”
“You sneaky little deserter!” the shock was obvious in Scootaloo’s voice. “What am I to you, anyway?”
Timmy’s face came into view as he bought his head peered around the corner. “Never mind that, get your own stupid flank out of there, now!”
And that was when the door slammed shut, and locked itself. It was faint and barely audible through both the thick door and the gasp escaping her lips, but Scootaloo could Timmy’s voice calling her name on the other side.
The trapped filly turned to watch the doll raise its plastic forelegs above its head. The dresses and hair products levitated into the air, and as they went up, the curtains around Timmy’s windows went down and darkened the room. Scootaloo felt her heart begin to race, finding the doll even more frightening in the dark. It was still bright enough for her to make out the doll as it closed its plastic mouth and broke out into a toothy grin, very similar to the ghostly grin on the surface of the killer lamps.
Upon the appearance of the grin, echoes from an eerie, babyish voice suddenly filled Scootaloo’s mind. “Pwetty…pwetty… pwetty fiwwy...”
“Scootaloo! Get out of there!” Timmy’s voice called from worlds away on the other side of the door.
The doll giggled once more, confident it had cornered her.
Scootaloo steadied herself. No…this is fine. I wanted him to go, and now I don’t have to worry about getting him to safety.
The doll sent its implements of beautification to surround Scootaloo again, preparing a repeat of the attack that had captured the filly before.
Scootaloo held her ground, rearing up with the bat in her hooves, wings flapping gently to help her keep balance. She kept her breathing steady as the clothes closed in around her. Slowly…dangerously…
“I Make oo…da Pwettiest. Fiwwy. Evew.” The voice spoke again, as the grin on the doll grew even wider.
Stay focused, Scootaloo. You ended on a cool note with Timmy, despite everything. You can’t blow this by panicking again. Just ask yourself: “What would Daring do?”
Scootaloo surveyed the ranks of her enemies. Coming at the tomboyish filly from every direction were long dresses spread out like nets so as to entangle her, and one of them was orbited by a compacts of mascara and blush, one by tubes of lipstick, one by Brushes and combs of all sorts of sizes, and also…
A roguish smirk crept over Scootaloo’s face.
Apparently noticing her prey’s bravado, the doll’s ‘grin’ straightened by just a few degrees.
The effect of what the young heroine said then should have been lost, since she was wearing an adorable puffy dress and ridiculous makeup…and had a bat in her mouth. But that’s just what happens when your determination is true and your tough-as-nails action hero line comes straight from the heart:
“I don’t do pretty,” Scootaloo declared in a confident, challenging voice. “I do Daring.”
And that was the doll psychically commanded its forces to swoop down as one and recapture its toy!
Rising with the battle cry that escaped from her lungs, Scootaloo leapt into the tight, almost impenetrable formation of frilly, frilly doom.
‘Almost’ being the operative word.
One of the ‘nets’ the doll had set out to fill up the space was Timmy’s dress shirt from before, surrounded by a single pair of scissors. As she leapt through the wall, she madea precise swing of her baseball bat, knocking both objects down to the floor as the other objects ‘captured’ the empty air where she had just been standing.
(Moments ago, when Scootaloo had been sizing up the trap, she recalled an event from the book Twist had lent her. An event where Daring Do had escaped from several large jungle cats by leaping over one of the cats which was….not so large.)
Having just pulled off her own ‘Daring’ escape, Scoots found she had landed just within striking range of the doll, which had ventured too close, caught up in the moment of capturing its prey.
“YAAAH!” Scootaloo swung her bat upwards, connected with the renegade plaything and sent it flying, its grin falling as it let out a ghostly cry of dismay. Along with the doll’s shriek, Scoots’ sense were also momentarily assailed by the shockwaves of another psychic tremor running through the house, accompanied by the briefest flash of light. This one was briefer than the others, seeming to accompany the fraction of a second that Scootaloo made her clean hit upon the doll. And then another flash tremor occurred when the toy crashed into the wall and landed on the floor next to Timmy’s bed.
Scootaloo did not allow this to distract her. In fact, she didn’t even take the time to notice. Biting down on her bat, she dropped to her hooves and chased after the doll. Seeing the enraged filly approach, the possessed doll used its telekinesis to throw pillow, action figures, clothes and any appliance that was handy at Scootaloo. With flicks of her head, and leaping of her hooves, Scootaloo swung her bat as she pounced across the room.
One, two! One, two! And through and through! The baseball bat went “snicker-snack!” …and “crack!”, “baff!”, “shatter!”, and a number of other sound effects as she knocked away projectiles she couldn’t identify. (later, she would wonder exactly what on earth made that snicker-snack noise) The doll lifted itself unsteadily into air all the way up to the ceiling and attempting to retreat across the bed.
“No you don’t! BABY NEEDS A TIME OUT!” Scootaloo cried. She leapt up onto the bed, bounced off of it, and twirled in the air, bat still in her teeth. She caught the doll completely off guard as the bat slammed into it.
And Scootaloo’s world exploded.
“WAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!” The voice from before emitted a horrible cross between a scream and a wail in conjunction with the largest psychic shockwave yet. This latest, largest sensation that rang through the house wasn’t so much of a tremor as it was a series of thunderclaps the psychically sensitive filly was at the epicenter at. The lamps and other lighting devices throughout the room, and indeed the house at large, blinked between on and off in quick succession in time with the great shockwave. The house’s beams rattled and its foundations shook. Noise. Noise everywhere.
Scootaloo, who had been falling during this massive sensory overload, landed down on the bed with an “Oomph!” In the confusion, she had landed very nearly headfirst, so it took her a moment to figure out which way was up. When she righted herself and stood up again, the light show had ended and the entire room was eerily quiet. Even Timmy was not banging on the door right at the moment.
Her first sensible thoughts were of the doll, but a quick glance around the room couldn’t find it in the shade. Careful not to turn her back on the rest of the room for any longer than necessary, she raised the curtains and let in the sunlight, brightening the room by a considerable degree.
There was still no sign of the doll…
Scootaloo didn’t like that she couldn’t see the doll.
She cantered over to the bottom end of the bed to get a closer look…
“GAAAH!” Scootaloo nearly fell off the bottom end of the bed, as the fight, and her absolutely grandiose landing in particular, had moved the mattress forward, partially falling off the bed. Scootaloo rescued herself with a quick hover and flew down to the floor.
Now on the floor, she had a good view of the gigantic mess the doll had made of the place. Clothes… Hair trimmings…Make up… “Oh! So that’s what made the snicker-snack sound!”… Scootaloo tried not to think about what her parents would say if they saw this, and went back to looking for the doll.
But she still couldn’t find the doll.
She turned just a few degrees to her left….
..and let out a yelp when her hind fetlock touched something cold and smooth at the exact time that a loud, crunching, noise echoed in her eardrums. Frightened by this, she leap back, crouching into a little ball as she looked at what she had touched.
Looking back, gripping the bat even harder than before, the first thing she registered was that she had indeed found the doll. It lay in a heap, its stomach torn open and revealing a collection of gears. It also had a very nice dent in its head, which Scootaloo felt a spark of pride over; even though she still wasn't entirely certain if the toy was "dead" or not.
The next she noticed was another loud crunch, accompanied closely by the clang of the doorknob falling off. She turned to face the door, and saw Timber Torret, now out of his dress and bindings, push the door open, screwdriver in his mouth.
It was just then that Scootaloo realized she was trembling slightly, which the wavering bat she was holding up was giving away. That and she was on the floor in a very unheroic-looking position. And still looking ridiculous in her makeup and dress.
“Scootaloo!” Timmy spat out his screwdriver and galloped over to hug her.
“T-timmy! Get back! The doll’s right over there!” She called.
Timmy looked over his shoulder at the doll on the floor.
“Timmy!? Run!” Scootaloo ordered. But even as she did, she had to admit that the enemy seemed very, very motionless. After a few moments passed, as Timmy continued to study the doll.
“I was right. I had to get in the room to make sure you were okay, but…I was right.” Then he returned to looking at her, smiling. “Everything’s okay now, Scoots.”
“What are you talking about!? Its evil! Get away fro-Eeek!” Scootaloo squeaked in the middle of her tirade as Timmy ventured to prod the doll with his hoof. “Timmy! Stop touching it!” Scootaloo waved her bat in the air, acting as if she was watching Timmy cuddle a gigantic cockroach.
“I went into Mom and Dad’s room to search for something to free you, and I got attacked by a suitcase or something…When that big crazy shockwave happened, the suitcase stopped attacking me, and everything was calm!”
Scootaloo stared at Timmy. Then at the doll, which continued to lay there, “dead.” “So…it’s over?”
“Yes! I think we’ve been saved!” Timmy exclaimed, smiling broadly.
When I struck the doll, and the world exploded…was that me stopping everything and saving everypony? Scootaloo pondered. Then she realized something.
“Wait a minute…I told you to go to Tinny’s room!” Scootaloo admonished, crossing her forelegs and giving her little brother what she hoped was that same stern look her mother used on her so often.
“Scoots…I couldn’t leave you like that! I ran away like a coward just as you were offering to sacrifice yourself and it was the worst feeling ever! I had to make it up to you! I couldn’t let that doll make you bald! I wanted to help you! I was so scared when I found that the door was locked, and I felt stupid when I looked everywhere for something to break the lock and I felt so stupid that I missed my screwdriver being RIGHT THERE!!” Timmy’s excited expression faltered completely as he spoke and he ended this most recent outburst with a small hiccupping sound.
Scootaloo softened her expression and uncrossed her forelegs to pat her little brother on the back. “Hey…I’m sorry. It’s cool that you were trying to help. But I just wanted to make sure you were safe. I wanted you to go, and if you had waited for me, the doll might’ve slammed the door on you and trapped you, too! Look, I’m okay, so it turned out alright in the end.”
“Y-yeah. You’re right Scootaloo. You were saved. We were all saved. And not only were we saved, but we were saved by a magnificent hero! No, an amazing hero! Neigh. A SPECTACULAR hero!”
Scootaloo blushed, brushing the back of the purple twice-exploded hedgehog that was her mane. “D’aww…stop it, Tim. I know I’m cool and all, but you’re piling in on too much”
“And that hero is….ME!” Timmy declared with a cocky grin.
“Its not that I don’t appreciate it and all…wait….WHAT!?” Scootaloo cried in disbelief.
“It’s true! That suitcase was behind it all! I fought back and defeated it and saved us all!” Timmy gloated.
“What. How. W…WHAT!?” Scoots spoke in complete sentences.
“I kicked it in the zipper! That’s its weak point” Timmy grinned.
“….” Scootaloo couldn’t find the words. But, I thought maybe now you would finally look up me… She looked back at the doll she won such a hard-fought victory over.
Timmy hugged her again. “Shh…it’s alright now. You…” Scootaloo heard him give a little sniffle. “..you don’t have to be scared anymore.”
“mmmmmmm…..” Scootaloo groaned with a stifled look on her face.
But somehow, there in the room with the shafts of sunlight pouring through the windows, with Timmy being less and less able to hide the happy tears he was shedding for “saving” her, and the fact that she was feeling too tired from fighting for the past half hour straight to get mad or anything…she decided to simply return the hug.
She didn’t even bother to sigh first.
A few moments later, Timber and Scootaloo had broken apart and were looking kind of awkwardly away from each other. Scootaloo in particular was leaning up against the wall, trying to look “cool.” (Which, in her current attire, was hilariously doomed to failure)
“…We shouldn’t tell anypony we had that moment together, should we?” Timmy asked.
“I won’t tell anypony if you won’t.” Scootaloo said.
Timmy nodded in return. Then a smile crept across his face. “So. I noticed you haven’t taken it off yet.”
It took Scootaloo a few minutes to register what he was talking about. Then she got it, and her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.
Timmy chortled and the chortle turned into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. “Ahahaha! Your face! With that makeup, you like ridiculous! Hahaha!”
“IT’S NOT LIKE I HAD A CHOICE, YOU DWEEB!” Scootaloo fumed.
“Yeah, yeah…but seriously, whenever Mom makes you wear a dress, you always throw it off as soon as you get home nowadays. So, since you haven’t done that yet…” Timmy brought his face in closer to Scoots. “Do you like wearing them again now?”
Scootaloo growled, and tried to take the dress off before she remembered which dress this was. “Arg! I can’t take it off without Mom’s help! It’s that one with the really stubborn unreachable zipper in back!” Scootaloo kept trying to got to the spot she couldn’t reach until she fell over unto the floor, which caused Timmy to laugh even more hysterically. “Ugh! It also makes me look like such a girl!”
“But, you ARE a girl. I mean, I think, anyway.” Timmy mused.
Scootaloo frowned, but the expression gave way to a smirk of her own. “Says the boy who plays with dolls.”
Timmy gaped at his sister, which meant it was Scootaloo’s turn to laugh. “I wasn’t playing with it! I was fixing it!”
Scootaloo ceased rolling on the floor long enough to ask “Huh? ‘Fixing’ it?”
“Yeah. Some of us discovered our special talent.” Timmy said with a grin. He bounced in place with his hind legs so as to show off the cutie mark on his flank. When Scootaloo didn’t seem amused, he stopped and continued with his explanation. “Well, you know mine is fixing and tinkering with old gadgets. It actually how I got the idea to puzzle out how the lock to my room worked so I could break it…”
“Yeah, Mom’s going to kill you for that.” Scootaloo commented.
Timmy ignored her. “Anyway, Dad said I should practice my special talent more, and he remembered this box of old toys from the attic. Its mostly wind-up toys” Timmy pointed at the tin ponies in the box on his desk. Then he cantered over to the doll and picked it up, searching through the rubble for a bit and pulled out a plastic cover, which still fit over the hole in the doll’s chest. “But what was really neat was the fact that the baby doll had a music box hidden inside!”
Scootaloo gave a skeptical look at Timmy, but she had to admit that those gears in the doll confused her too. “So…did you ever get it to work?”
“No…” Timmy sighed. “It attacked me before I could fix it. But, I think it’s a music box.” He opened the doll, and looked at the gears inside. “I couldn’t find the key to turn it, but I can improvise using-” He looked around, and with an “Ah-ha!” he picked his discarded screwdriver off the floor. “-THIS screwdriver instead.” Timmy inserted the screwdriver in a slot in the machinery, and turned it with his mouth. “….It turns, but nothing happens, and I can’t figure out why. You’ve probably broken it anyway.”
“Hey…let me try.” Scootaloo interjected, taking the doll, screwdriver still stuck in it, from Timmy.
“Hey! Stop! You’re getting your germs all over my tools!” Timmy fruitlessly tried to snatch the doll back from Scootaloo, but she brushed him off and kept turning the screwdriver. “Gimme that back!” in his frustration, Timmy shoved Scootaloo, causing her to drop everything.
Time slowed and the children gasped as they watched doll fell to the floor.
It landed.
And the gears sprung to life.
The sound that followed had a similar overpowering effect on Scootaloo’s psychic senses as when she defeated the doll, but this one was very brief. It was a sound she heard with her normal ears, but something about made all of her brain involuntarily sit up at attention and record. It had a reverberating effect on her mind.
It was almost a nostalgic feeling, but Scootaloo had never heard it before. It echoed through her very soul.
Tink ta ta ta tink~
It was a melody.
There was something enchanting about it. Something very special. Scootaloo found herself eagerly awaiting for the music box to play the rest of the song…
Which was a problem, as the music was over, and the magic with it.
Scootaloo returned back to reality when she realized the music had stopped abruptly.
“It worked! You got it to finally work!” Timmy laughed. Then he looked disappointed. “It only played some of the song, though….”
“Yeah…” Scootaloo said dumbly. “Hey…think we can fix that and hear the rest of that song?”
“Um…sure, I guess. Just let me look at…” Timmy was cut off as Scootaloo snatched the doll again. “…it?” Timmy finished. Scootaloo began turning the impromptu “key”, and wrestling with it when it refused to turn anymore. Then she was wrestling with Timmy as the colt tried to more aggressively seize it from her. “Hey! Stop! You big dummy, you’re going to break it like that! What’s gotten into you, anyway!?”
(“Kids? Kids!? Please tell me you’re alright! Oh…somepony please say something!” some background voice called, accompanied by the distant and mostly ignored sound of hoofsteps trotting up the stairs.)
“I don’t even know!” Scootaloo rose the doll above her head, out of Timmy’s reach. “I just really need to hear that song, okay? I can’t explain it, but I think it’s really important that I listen to rest of it!” she managed to push her brother away with one hoof, balancing the doll precariously on the other one.
(“Mommy?” more background noise came. There was also the sound of a door opening and a lot of sobbing.)
Timmy leapt up and tried to climb Scootaloo to get to the doll. Scootaloo was unable to support the weight and toppled over, dropping the doll and landing right on top of the powder puff, created a cloud of white dust which covered both of them, and send them both into coughing fits.
The doll landed, screwdriver first, and several springs and other parts were wrenched free of the doll.
If they weren’t so busy coughing, the two foals would’ve probably argued some more but the sudden noise had called the attention of the ponies outside the room. A very, very damp Dizzy Twister barged in, Tin Tailor peering out from around her, soaked slightly in the front of his body and in a ring around his middle. Both of them gaped at the trashed room, and the two foals that inhabited it.
Tinny covered him mouth to try and hide his giggling when he saw Scoots in her outfit, which humiliated her.
“M-mom! Tinny! *cough cough* Don’t look at me!-*cough*” Scootaloo cried through a coughing fit that hadn’t quite died down yet. She adverted her eyes, but that just caused her to look in horror at the giant mess she had made. “Ah! Oh, this isn’t what it looks like! You gotta believe me! They’re gone now *cough* but the house went crazy and random stuff seriously turned into monsters and…” Scootaloo trailed off as she noticed that Dizzy Twister was crying.
The pegasus mare cantered over to Timmy and Scootaloo, pulling both of them in a hug. “Shh-shh…its alright. I know, baby. I know. I’m just glad to see both of you are okay.” She released them and looked them over. “Are either of you hurt? Oh, Scootaloo, your mane…” She gasped. “Timmy, your mane!”
“Huh? Oh. Right. Um…one of Scootaloo’s dolls made some scissors fly and cut my hair...” Timmy lied.
“WHO’S doll?” Scootaloo asked incredulously.
“..but, I think I’m alright, Mom.” Timmy said, ignoring Scoots. “…It doesn’t look dumb, does it?”
Well, your bangs are too short on one side and that part in back won’t stop sticking up… Scootaloo thought as she assessed Timmy’s hair.
Dizzy hummed. “Well…it’s nothing we can’t fix.” She turned to Scootaloo. “And you?”
“Just my pride. None of you can ever tell anypony this happened to me, okay? None of you! Don’t even tell Dad! I would never live it down!” Scootaloo pointed at everypony gathered there.
The brothers giggled while Dizzy Twister just kind of blinked continuing to wear a concerned expression.
Scootaloo sighed and continued. “I’ll be okay. Just get me out of this stupid-hey!” Dizzy Twister abruptly grabbed her daughter’s foreleg, and scrutinized her hoof and other parts of her upper body which were visible through the openings in her dress.
“Honey! You have bruises all over! And cuts! What did this to you?” Dizzy gasped.
“Oh! That must’ve been when the lamp was whipping her!” Tinny said excitedly.
“W-WHAT!? When did this happen?” Dizzy was taken aback. Even Timmy couldn’t stop his eyes from widening.
“She fought to save me, Mom! You two should’ve seen her! She was awesome! And then she went on to save Timmy! She’s the greatest big sister ever!” Tinny ended by hugging Scootaloo.
“Uh…huh.” Timmy muttered, and looked back at Scootaloo skeptically.
“Scootaloo, is this true? Honey...!” Dizzy asked her daughter, wearing a look of appalled disbelief that made Scootaloo cringe.
“Um…” Scootaloo gulped. “Y-yeah. I kind of did get lashed with the plug of Tinny’s lamp when I got in kind of, sort of….charged it to rescue Timmy?”
Dizzy’s eyes widened in appalled horror.
Scootaloo continued speaking before her mother could interject, visibly wilting at making her mother worry. “I’m sorry! I had just fought one of those lamps off and had my baseball bat, and I didn’t know where you were, and Timmy and Tinny were screaming for help, so I….”
Dizzy embraced her daughter and stroked her mane. “Shh… Oh, Scootaloo. You’re not in trouble. My precious, brave, very silly little filly. I’m not happy that you got hurt, but…” She pulled back and looked Scootaloo straight in the eye. “I’ve never been more proud of you, Scootaloo. You were being a good big sister and protecting your brothers. Don’t ever apologize for that. Ever.” Dizzy said that last word with firmness in her voice, but she was still smiling, beaming with pride.
Scootaloo just looked back into her mother’s loving face, her mouth opening from falling slack, rather than from her having anything she wanted to say.
Despite the fact she couldn’t stop worrying about her mom getting mad at her for doing something which counted as both dangerous and very destructive roughhousing, she had kind of hoped that (eventually, somewhere down the line), her actions would be understood and even praised.
But…she wasn’t expecting this…
(While Scootaloo was stunned, Timmy chimed in “Hey I think I deserve some points too! I kicked the suitcase in the zipper and saved the day!”
“Really?” Dizzy cocked an eyebrow at her less hurt and much less-exhausted looking child, but broke out into a smile. “In that case, you can tell me all about your heroics just as soon as I’m done checking up of Scootaloo, okay?” Dizzy kissed her son on the cheek, which reduced the little colt to a fit of blushing and giggling.)
“Um…Sis? I think your makeup is running.” Tinny chimed in.
“Huh?” Scootaloo cocked her head to the side, genuinely confused. Then she felt something warm drizzling down her cheek, and touched it. It felt kind of…sticky? She looked at her hoof, and realized that it was black. A few moments later, she realized. “Gah! I forgot about that! Stop looking at me! I look so uncool!” Scootaloo covered her face with her hooves.
“Quite right. Your mane is a disaster and I still need to get some medicine for those cuts, too. Let’s get you cleaned up, young lady.” Dizzy Twister said as she stretched out a wing prodded her daughter to move forward.
“Can’t you at least help me out of the dress first?” Scoots asked.
“Not in front of the boys, dear.” Dizzy admonished.
“Oh come on, we don’t even usually wear clothes in the first place!” Scootaloo fumed.
In the bathroom, Dizzy Twister washed the make up off of Scootaloo’s face and helped her out of the dress, and began looking over all of her body for any wounds she may have missed.
“Hmm…There’s another cut behind your wing. And speaking of which, these feathers seem smeared with dirt, probably from baseball, have you been keeping up with your preening?” Dizzy Twister inquired as she scrubbed antibacterial soap around the cuts.
“Uh huh.” Scootaloo mumbled as she stared intently at the wall straight in front of her.
“Are you sure?” Dizzy asked, looking into her daughter’s face, blocking off her view of the absolutely fascinating wall. “Are you even listening?”
Scootaloo’s eyes came back into focus. “Um….” Scootaloo grinned awkwardly. “I-I’m sorry, Mom, what were we talking about again?”
“Scootaloo, what’s wrong?” Dizzy asked in a worried tone.
“Nothing!” Scootaloo insisted. “Nothing at all! I just…”
“You just…?” Dizzy repeated.
Scootaloo’s grin faltered and she gave a sad sigh. “Hey, Mom? Where were you? I mean, I had everything under control, and I was too busy saving everypony to be worried, but...” Scootaloo looked back into her mother’s eyes. “it just feels like you should’ve been there, you know? I heard both Timmy AND Tinny crying for help, but I went to save Tinny first because I couldn’t be in two places at once and I was hoping that…that you might show up to help Tim…” Scootaloo trailed off, seeing her mother cover her face with her hooves…
…and gave a quiet sob.
Scoots felt awful all at making her mother cry, even if she was still confused. “Oh, Mom, I didn’t mean it like that, I just…!”
“No, no, baby. You’re right. I’m so sorry! I should’ve been there! But I was tied up in the shower…” Dizzy lowered her hooves as she started explaining.
“Oh. So, you couldn’t hear my brothers screaming or something?” Scootaloo asked.
“Well, no. I had a pretty good idea you were in danger, but I mean I was actually tied up by a living shower hose!”
Scootaloo’s ears flattened. “Oh. Oh…” She hadn’t thought of it the other way around, that she might have had to rescue her mother.
“It wasn’t until I had freed myself from the curtains that I had the presence of mind to realize that all of you might be in danger!” Dizzy nuzzled Scootaloo, pulling her into a tight hug. “Oh my poor, poor babies! I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to protect you! You must’ve been so frightened!”
“Gah! Mom! Quit it! You’re still soaking wet!” Scootaloo squeaked and struggled in her mother’s grasp. “Alright, alright! I get it, I get it! You love us!”
Dizzy gave her daughter one final squeeze before letting her go.
Scootaloo took a step back, and took a breath as she righted herself. A brief awkward silence followed, where the filly circled her hoof across the tile before looking up at her mother. “Hey…You’re okay, right? You didn’t get hurt you, did you?”
Dizzy shook her head. “No, darling, not really. I’ll survive. Thank you though.”
“I’m sorry I doubted you, Mom.” Scootaloo said, nuzzling her mother. Then she recoiled from the wet mare. “Brr! You need to dry off, already, Mom!”
“Oh, I will.” Dizzy promised. “But I’m not done disinfecting those wounds yet.” Dizzy Twister poured some rubbing alcohol on the
“Wait….that’s not the stuff that stings, is it?” Scootaloo crouched and backed away, dreadful memories coming back as the smell of the alcohol filled her nostrils.
“I’m sorry, Scoots. We used up the last of our peroxide after the, ahem, incident you had with Ms. Muletta’s cat two weeks ago. Now, hold still.”
Scootaloo grinned nervously as she backed up towards the door. “Um…I’m fine! Really, just put a band-aid over this!”
Dizzy gave a look she was trying to hide exactly how amused she was with Scootaloo’s behavior. “Now, honey, weren’t you just telling me earlier today how you considered yourself a big girl now? What kind of example are you being for your younger brothers? I know it stings, but if you can fight off the entire house to protect your brothers, you’re brave enough to take this. Besides, the least I can do after leaving you alone to fight those monsters is to make certain you don’t get infected.”
Scootaloo whined.
“Scootaloo come here.” Dizzy ordered with a dangerous firmness growing in her voice. “I need to call your father and tell him what’s happened after I’m done taking care of you. So, stop wasting time, young lady.”
Scootaloo couldn’t argue with that, and was just about to surrender to her fate when her ears perked up to catch a familiar noise in the background.
Outside the bathroom, the phone was ringing! It gave out a loud “Riiiinggg….Riiiinggg” noise, and Scootaloo filled.
“Ooh!” Scootaloo chirped. “That’s probably Dad right now! I’ll get it!” She fled out of the bathroom before her mother could say another word.
Dizzy blinked, staring at the filly-shaped dust cloud Scootaloo had left behind. “Scootaloo! Get back here!” she called as she flew after her slippery daughter. But it was too late. Scootaloo had already picked up the phone.
“Hello?” Scootaloo asked in a pleasant, semi-serious tone that sounded like she was about to burst into laughter. “Scootaloo here, did somepony remember to be an awesome dad today?” she smirked.
Dizzy released a half-grunt, half-sigh and closed her eyes.
Through the receiver, there was just the faintest sound of a stallion taking in a deep breath…followed by a very masculine voice shouting “YYEAAAAHHHH!!”
“YEEEEAAAHHHH!!”Scootaloo yelled in unison with her much, much, shriller voice, her face screwed up in the kind of smile-sneer most would find appropriate for giving some kind of triumphant warcry.
Dizzy Twister facehoofed. “I just wanted to raise my only daughter to be a sweet little girl, but nooooo…”
Scootaloo beamed, and with her part of the father-daughter ritual greeting complete, she giggled girlishly.
She loved being a daddy’s girl.
Author's Note
I actually found a video of just the first melody:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JPvrq5Lnkgc
So, that’s neat.
12000 words to get to the "Phone Call from Dad" in what is basically supposed to the first five minutes of the game. But then again, there was a lot of Scootaloo's life to set up. And if I don’t want to merely copy and paste the script of Mother 1, replacing all the character names with pony names (actually, since some genders have changed, its pretty much guaranteed that SOMETHING is going to have to give), I’m going to have to fill in some blanks the game leaves up to the player to interpret, and even expand in places the game never thought to look.
Also, the bathroom scene never happened and I had WAY too much fun with the baby doll fight. Still, this isn’t the same medium as a video game, so I
As for the choices of Scootaloo’s family:
Tin Tailor is not, in fact, a Home Improvement reference. Its actually the name of an adult background pony who made an appearance in “Sonic Rainboom”. Since Ninten’s sisters are called “Minnie” and “Mimmie”, his name helped me come up with a naming scheme to match Scootaloo’s brothers.
Timber Torret is a made up pony to take the role of “Mimmie” in this story. But I also gave him some character his counterpart didn’t have in the game…along with the embellishment I made for everypony else.
Dizzy Twister is a background pony that kind of, sort of, looks like Scootaloo. Not that pony genetics actually seem to have ANY influence on coat color. Anyway, readers of my other fic “the Dark Side”, and especially its side story “Pinkie of the Colossus” will remember (perhaps…its been over a year) that I made Dizzy Twister Scootaloo’s mom in that story….and fond of doting on her daughter. Or at least referencing that idea. But I’ve never been able to show that in any kind of detail before now.
Snowflake….ah, Snowflake. I guess I figured that since I was torturing the tomboyish Scoots with an overprotective mother (who is pretty much solely responsible for allowing the Doll to have access to as many weapons as she did), that Snowflake was the one who was Stallion enough to be her father and counter all of that.
