Life and Times of Silver Script

“Rainbow Dash...”

“Five years without writing! Without visiting!” Rainbow yells at the gray pegasus, “What kind of stallion does that!?”

“Rainbow Dash!” Cloudchaser says again, yet Rainbow focuses on Silver.

“What do you have to say for yourself!?” she shouts again.

“RAINBOW DASH!” Cloudchaser yells, this time getting the other mare’s attention, she trots a little closer, pointing to the stallion on the ground. “I.. think he’s unconscious.”

Rainbow looks down to Silver again, his eyes are blank, his breathing steady, and his tongue sticks from his open maw, “Oh... oops.” she blushes, then turns to Cloudchaser, “Can you help me haul him into my house?”

She nods, then grabs the stallion by his legs, while Rainbow gently takes his neck and upper back.

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I wake in a bed, the walls around me decorated with various posters, mostly of the Wonderbolts. As I move to sit up, a sudden throbbing in my head caused me to grunt, “What the hay happened?”

“Oh, you’re awake.” The sudden voice makes my head twist, and another throb makes me cradle my head. The voice came from the nearby doorway, “Sorry, didn’t think I hit you that hard.” Rainbow trots closer, hoofing me two pills and a small glass of water, “Here, this should help.”

“Thanks Dash, nice to see you too by the way.” I chuckle, taking the pills and water.

“Hey, I hugged you first didn’t I?” Dash smirked.

“Then slapped me unconscious.” I reply with my own smirk, then I look around again, “Am I in your room?”

“Yeah, I tried putting you on the couch, then you rolled out as soon as I turned around.” she snickered.

“Heh, I move around when I’m not comfortable,” I scratch the back of my head. “Or from certain dreams.”

“Dreams?” Rainbow raises her eyebrow, “What kind of dreams would make you toss and turn like that?”

I shake my head, “Never mind that, Dash,” I smile, “I haven’t seen you in 5 years, how’ve you been?”

“Yeah, I was going to ask you about that!” Dash flew closer, eyes slanted, “What’s with the lack of letters? Or visits!?”

“Er... did you lose that notebook?” my ears went back.

“What notebook?” she moves back a pace, from the look in her eyes, she was rattling her brain, “Oh, OH! ... Oh....”

I raise my brow, just sitting in her bed, “You lost it, didn’t you?”

“No no no! See, when I first moved to Ponyville, I put it on one of Fluttershy’s shelves to find out what was in it later,” her eyes look to the cloud floor, her ears drooping, “I guess I forgot it there, heh...”

“That explains a lot.” I shake my head, smirking, “I had my apartment address in it.” I turn my head, looking out the window at the rising sun. “I slept all night?”

“Yeah, I got breakfast ready for you, I have to go get an early start on the weather. Wanna catch up around, say noon?”

“Sure, I can do noon.” I look back to her with a smile while nodding.

“Cool, see ya then!” She smirks and winks, then bolts out the window with a steady grin.

I rise from the bed a moment later, trotting downstairs. As I reach the bottom, an orange filly zips in front of me, “Say, who’re you and what are you doing in Rainbow Dash’s house!?” she demands, without so much as a gasp, she continues, “Are you the one who’s going to fly me down to school today? Rainbow said that the gray dude would give me a lift today since she had to work early, I’m Scootaloo by the way, but everypony calls me Scoots.”

“Uhm... I’ll need to ask a few questions first.” I raise my brow to the young filly, “Which way is the kitchen, why are you in Dash’s house, exactly who are you, can’t you fly to school yourself, and if not; do I have time for breakfast?”

“Uhm....” Scootaloo racks her brain, registering my questions, “That way,” she points to the doorway next to the stairs, where she zipped in from, “Rainbow is my flying mentor, I’m Scootaloo, I can’t fly very well on my own, and no you don’t. Let’s go!” she hops up and zips to the front door, grabbing her small scooter and her schoolbags.

“First day here and I’m a foalsitter.” I mumble under my breath, walking with her to the door, “I haven’t been here long, you’ll have to point the way to your school, and quick if you want to make it there on time.”

“Oh, it’s just that way!” Scootaloo points north-west, “Straight shot since you’re flying.” I look out the window, seeing a tiny red house on top of a hill with young fillies and colts prancing about it the yard.

“Alright then,” I open the door, “Hop on.” In a heartbeat, I feel the orange filly’s weight, along with her metal scooter and school books all fall on me at once, “HRNG!”

“You okay gray dude?” Scoots looks around the back of my head.

“Yeah...” I strain a little, “My name is Silver Script by the way.” I stretch out my wings, hearing some slight cricks loosen. ‘Been a while since I used these, I guess.’ I think to myself. “Hold on Scoots.” Another heartbeat as I feel her small forelegs firmly wrap around my neck.

I leap from the cloud terrace, letting myself and the filly fall about a meter before my wings catch air and glide across the skies. I smile to the clean cool air whip through my mane, while I hear Scootaloo on my back. “Whoooo hoooooo!” I look back a moment, seeing her beaming face. She may not be able to fly yet, but I can tell she’s got the heart for it.

Flying from Rainbow Dash’s place to the schoolyard was only about a five minute trek, but it was five minutes I haven’t experienced for a while. Manehattan had plenty of open airspace, but a pegasus gang often stopped me from flying as much as I wanted, even if I was late for work.

“Hey girls! This is Silver Script!” Scootaloo called over from my side to a white unicorn and yellow earth pony, “Silver, this is Sweetie Belle and Applebloom.” she pointed to them respectively.

“Hia, how ya doin mister?” Applebloom, with a thick farmer accent, nodded.

“Hiiii~!” Sweetie Belle sang.

“Hi girls,” I smile, I open my mouth to speak, but I’m interrupted by a low growl, “I... haven’t eaten yet.” The girls giggle, and I chuckle lowly. “Well, I suppose I’d better go-”

As I begin to turn, I hear a soft voice call, “Oh girls!” I turn my head to see it’s origin, a violet pink mare with a brighter pink mane came trotting over, “Scootaloo, glad you were able to make it!” she smiles, then turns to me, “I’m sorry, who’re you?”

“I’m Silver Script, ma’am, you must be the school teacher here.” I smile again, ‘Great, at this rate I’ll meet everypony in town before I get a bite to eat.’

“Yes, I’m Cheerilee.” She smiled warmly, “Rainbow had to work I suppose,” she sighs.

“Yes ma’am. I’m new in Ponyville, just came in yesterday, actually.” I smile best I can, the hunger was effecting me more by the passing minute.

"Well, it's nice of you to take care of Scootaloo while she's off working." she smiles, the fillies beside her giggle, and I suddenly feel a deep dread.

"As much as I'd like to meet everypony," I start, but am quickly cut off by the schoolmare.

She pointed to various foals, saying their names and a little about them. I listened halfheartedly, and cursed myself for being such a nice stallion....