The Scootaloo Diaries (SPIN OFF, NOT ORIGINAL AUTHOR) - What if Scoots had done something differently?

As I trotted up to the landing, I thought about what had happened earlier that day…

“So, you’re sure this is legal?” I asked with a worried expression.

“Yeah, totally. You’re over 16 now right? Any Pony/Ponies over the age of 16 are allowed to legally carry firearms as a form of protection”. The dealer raised an eyebrow.

“And since when did that become law? Seems a bit overkill for Equestria, let alone Ponyville.”. I was shuffling nervously, as if to exclaim a sense of uncomfort.

“Since the incident with your father.”

“Oh…” My head dropped, trying to hide the shame.

Upon saying their farewells and exchanging the merchandise, I headed out of the door to the weapons store. “I hope I won’t need this, but I’m not taking any more risks. The  people who treat me like shit, and my father, the worst of them; No more, I won’t put up with it.”

The stallion (Well, stallion wouldn’t be the right word for that monster. Something that inpony shouldn’t have the privilege to be labelled as one of my own kind) on my bed had a grievous look in his hollow eyes. Lifting himself off of the bed, and slowly trotting towards me, I could feel my muscles stiffen up, and my body getting more tense. “No, no, come on Scoots, don’t be intimidated by that monster!”

Before I could think of what to do, a searing pain tore across my face. I didn’t even see his hoof move, and yet…

“Come on, ‘darling’. Don’t fight it. This will feel good for both of us!”. With a chuckle, the white colt moved his head closer, tongue out ready to taste the tears soaking my cheek, still stinging from the punch.

“NO! GET OFF ME! I WON’T LET YOU DO THIS TO ME YOU FUCK!!” I screamed, tearing away at the now soggy cloth he had placed around my mouth. In an act of instinct and fast thinking, I quickly thrust my head forward. The connection between my aching head and the colt’s nose made a sharp crack. Before long, blood was streaming down the pony's face, staining the pure white coat.

For what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was a few seconds, we simply stood there, contemplating what had just happened. Me, in shock from her successful manoeuvre; And Him, blood boiling inside, let out an enraged scoff.

“Y- You bitch. How… How dare you!?”, spluttered the furious stallion.

I quell the rage rising inside me for a moment, trying to let out anything barely audible. However, before I could get a chance to speak, the white pony released to second barrage and charged towards me, attempting to catch me off guard. As the rage induced colt charging towards me gets closer and closed, time seemed to have slowed to a crawl. “This is it. It’s over. This can’t end well. Not at all…”. The flame of any hope of getting out of the locked room intact had withered down to that of a bunsen burner now.

That’s when I remembered why I had that hope in the first place. Apple Bloom. Sweetie Bell. Silver spoon. Any vain hope of ever seeing my friends again, ever laughing with them, sharing experiences together; All of that rested squarely on what I did at that moment.

And with one fell swoop, I dove into my saddlebag, finding the relieving feel of cold steel on my hoof.

In what seemed like the blink of an eye, the tables had turned immensely. With the barrel of a M9 pointed at the awe struck colt’s throat, a sense of fulfillment washed over me. Over in the opposite corner, a look of shock and disgust had entered the pony's eyes.

“I’m not your one of your sleazy sloppy seconds. I’m not one of your obedient dogs. My name is Scootaloo. When my mother sold me out, what did you think? ‘It’ll be fun! I'll get some nice flank, all for a nice price!’, I’m guessing? I’ve had enough of walking through life, not knowing what to do. I don’t care if my cutie mark is some cryptic symbol I may never know the meaning of, because I HATE people like you. And I’ll kill myself before I’m loving life, doing the thing I was made to do, while people like you are still living, ruining lives like mine.”

And with a bang, that was one less monster in the world.