Scarecrow: The story of a hero.

As Scootaloo trudged foreward towards her home, which was the furthest from the bank, she happen to note that the clouds overhead had gotten gloomy and low, as if it were about to rain. She began to trot as rain started to fall, harder and harder with every second that passed. Mud began to form under her hooves as she picked up her pace, turning from a trot to a full gallop. Thunder rolled on above her as the rain began to blur her vision. She continued to run down the road, trying to see ahead of her desperately. Suddenly, she felt the ground fall from beneath her, gravity taking control as she started to fall down a muddy cliff side, landing hard onto its side. She slammed her side into the muddy cliff, sliding and rolling down it in a fast and hard tumble before landing hard and sliding to a halt. After a few moments of trying to regain her breathe she looked up at the sky, rain falling upon her face. The clouds were dark, almost black as she stared into the almost night-like, thundering sky. She looked to her side a bit, before wincing and yelping in absolute pain. She tried to it up, but only received more and more pain, her eyes forcing shut in her agony.

She pried her eyes open slowly, looking to her right at her left shoulder. She began to pant in shock as she witnessed her damaged shoulder, which had been dislocated from her violent fall. She panted further before sighing and beginning to stand, wincing in absolute agony as he stood, looking forward. All she could see around her was darkness, before her vision began to return, revealing that she had fallen into the Everfree forest, down a tall cliff away from town. She winced and began to hop forward before she spotted something. As she looked, bits of red liquid would fall infront of her right eye. She realiized what it was before beginning to limp faster through the mud. She panted and winced before her vision blurred to black, her body barely feeling the ground hit her once again as she passed out slowly, her breathing becoming shallow.

Among the shadows, a hooded figure watched on as the filly fell to her side, passing out. It began to move towards her slowly, leaning down to look closely at Scootaloo's wounds. After a few moments, It began to use a strange blue magic to levitate her limp, sleeping and injured body into its back, before stepping through the mud to a small cliff, before using yet another spell to form a magical set of stairs to climb slowly upon. The hooded figure, a bit taller than the standard mare, walked silently and slowly up the stairs, and as they faded once she reached the top, along the streets as well, before arriving a small, standard home. On its door was a light blue labelled vinyl record, covered in scratches. The figure raised a hoof and tapped on the door repeatedly, knocking for its owner to answer. As the door opened, it was revealed the owner to be Vinyl Scratch, a famed DJ in Ponyville. The taller figure spoke softly to the DJ, its voice being apparent that it was a female.

"Good evening, Vinyl. May I step in? We have important matters to...discuss" The mare said with a strict tone. Vinyl nodded and stepped aside, as the figure slid inside. Vinyl slid her head out into the rain, looking from left to right, before moving inside and shutting the door, the lock clicking shut. Vinyl turned around and spoke, softly towards the new pony in her home.

"Commander, what are you doing here this la-" The mare held up a light blue hoof, her purple eyes flashing as she blinked.

"Do not question my reasons, Vinyl.." Her horn glowed in the dim, candle lit room, a blue aura surrounding the limp filly, lifting her and resting her on the couch. Her gas mask fell to the floor with a loud bang, catching Vinyl's attention. The "Commander" Held her gaze on Vinyl, as she stared.

"The mask...of the bank bandit?" She looked to the other mare in shock, her jar practically on the floor. The mare simply nodded.

"She could be very valuable to us, Vinyl. To me, You...and the rest of E.S.R.T." She looked over the sleeping filly, with a light sigh. "She knows how to fight rather well, it seems...but she still has a lot to learn."

"As have all of us, Commander." She held her gaze on The Commander, her eyes holding a worried, serious glare. "How will we introduce her to the team?"

"Depends. How will you introduce yourself?" She turned and made her way to the door, lifting the filly onto her back once more, sliding the mask that rest on the floor into the pocket of the hood. She stopped at the door, looking back at Vinyl, who stood motionless. "Next Friday, in the Apple Orchards. You'll know her when you see her."

With those final words, she left, wordlessly into the pouring rain, making her way to Scootaloo's home.