Puppet and Stringsby TheLovelessChaptersPuppet and MasterInter locking Strings.lower your curtens and end my scenePuppet and MasterScootaloo had nearly hit all twenty ponies she had passed, not even interested in apologizing to them. She was too happy about the mail she got. An invite to Rainbow Dash’s sleep over. She flapped her wings and fast as she could inching her way towards the plain below the cloud mansion. “Where is it? Where is it?!” She passed by yet another pony, making her spill her bucket of apples, brushing three. “Sorry A.J.” Apple Jack picked up the three bruised apples, looking over them. Just as she feared, they weren’t good for sale. “Darn that pony, almost as bad as Rainbow Da-.” The cyan mare herself landed on her back, and rolled into the orange mare, bruising three more apples. “Would you mind explaining why you crashed into me?” “Sorry, got’ta go. “I’ll just add those to your tab.” She pressed on, heading to the apple stand. Scootaloo had somehow find her way to the house of Rainbow Dash. It was on the floor, and weighted down with a cyan friend at the door. “Rainbow Dash!!!” She picked up her speed to what might have seemed like mack .001 speed. Reaching the mare with in a minute. “Rainb-.” Rainbow Dash had swooped up the cute filly, and hugged her with such a desire it would be considered lustrous. “Scootaloo!!!” She tightened her grip around the fillies neck, “I missed you so much!!!” She tossed and turned, making perfectly well to keep her grasp. “Lets go inside.” Scootaloo tried to grab her scooter, but it was too far away and Rainbow dash wouldn’t hear a lick about it. “My scooter.” She stared at it as it’s distance grew further. “I’ll be back for you.” Rainbow Dash’s house was different from what she expected. Nothing was to be called, “20% cooler,” half the furnishings could be found in any furniture store. She had a picture of her dad over her banister, and a portrait of some strange mare, resembling Rarity, but someone else. “Who is she?” The filly raised a hoof towards the framed masterpiece. “Oh, if i told you who she was i’d have to kill you,” a grin emerged on her face, showing it was to be joked about. “But i can’t tell you.” She continued to drag the filly through her house, not leaving any marks on the cloud floors. After five or so minutes of walking, Rainbow Dash took the innocent mare into a room, no bigger than Rarity’s bed room. The walls were lined with shelves, and the shelves lined with pony shaped dolls. The texture of the fabric looked almost as if it had been stripped off a stallion's back. “Catch!” Rainbow Dash threw down a doll with atrocious stitchings. It sort of resembled her, but the eyes were off. “Here comes another one,” yet again a doll came off the shelf, larger than Rainbow Dash, and bigger than Luna. The doll collided with the floor, bouncing off the floor. ‘Rainbow Dash plays with dolls? What 21 year old plays with dolls?!’ She questioned her lifelong idol, hoping there was an exploration. “Are all these,” she flicked the Celestia doll, startled at its likeness, “Dolls… yours?” Rainbow noded happily, pushing one last doll of the shelfs. It wasn’t a doll this time, but a puppet. Much worst, a puppet of herself, tangled with a puppet of Pinkie Pie. “Okay now lets get this started!” She nose dived into Scootaloo, and the set of puppet ponies, taking both to the table. “Okay, witch do you want?” ‘This is kinda scary.’ She lifted up the marionette of her, examining the details of it. it was exact. From head to heel everything was exact, even her mane and tail. “Can i be me?” She pointed to the doll she had in her hooves. “Sure be yourself.” She laughed at the ironic words, “i’ll be the one in control of you soon.” Scootaloo stared blankly into the eyes of her lovely idol, wanting to be like her exactly. Without the dolls and stuff. An hour passed before the sun made its way off the edge of visibility. Bringing the cyan mare to her knees, in need of sleep. “Time for bed kid… you want to sleep with me?” She thought over her words and rephrased it. “Would you like to sleep next to me?” She smiled at the correction as Scootaloo shook her head in agreement. “I can!?” She was overjoyed with the thought of spending the night next to Rainbow. Her inner most desires came over her, “Yes!!!!” Yhe hugged Rainbow dash for the first time in the entire day. She propped the filly onto her back, and left to her room, making sure to close the door and reset the dolls. The bed room was cold and the window open. Rainbow Dash set the filly on her bed, and trotted to a dresser drawer, scampering through the pairs of socks she had saved from past birthday parties with Pinkie Pie. A pair of socks landed on her snout, a cute orange and pink strip ran across the sides in rows. “Put these on, it gets cold. Don’t want you losing a limb, just yet.” Again she put on a dark grin to protest the jokes meaning. As she was instructed she loaded her hooves into the socks, pulling them halfway up, letting them scrunge up at the lower portion. “Okay, now we need to attach this to the bedpost and one of your legs,” she held up a cuff with a long chain. “Why do i have to wear that?” She protested the strange device, not wanting to wear it. “Can you fly?” She looked down, “A little… no.” The sadness echoed through the room’s fluffy walls and floors. “Okay. can you survive a 20 story drop?” She didn’t need an answer, “If we don’t use this you could fall out the window. And SPLAT!” She threw one arm up, while connecting one side of the cuff to the beds post. “Scootaloo is more popular than Luna’s day activities.” That would be very unpleasant. Scootaloo held out a hoof, allowing Rainbow Dash to lock it in firmly. Rainbow picked Scootaloo up and placed her onto her tummy, hugging her tightly. “Good night!” Before Scootaloo could reply she got a firm squeeze, and the snoring began. “Love you Rainbow Dash.” She drifted off into a sleep like no other, a dreamless sleep. Arms outstretched, limbs tied down forming the examination circle. Her tummy was against a round circle while the rest of her body was left in a free fall. “What happened?” Her mouth was covered with a muzzle, leaving her question a squeak in the light ridden room. A door opened from behind her, letting the light of the outside world in, soon followed by a light switch. “Rise and shine! We don’t have a lot of time!” Rainbow Dash trotted in front of her, noticing she was already up. “You’re so good on being on time.” “Whats going on Rainbow Dash?” Nothing could be seen from her angle. “Well sweetie,” she took a deep breath, and sighed, “i’m going to make you my play toy for the day.” “Your what!?” The title of Play Toy didn’t bring anything good to mind. Not even Rainbow Dash could make it more appealing. “If you still don’t know what i meant, i’ll just tell you what i’m going to do and what's going to happen.” She looked into Scootaloo’s eyes, giving no hint of playfulness or even the joyous love from before. “Okay, heres what i’m going to do. First, i’m going to sew your skin to my guide rail. Second,_” Scootaloo didn’t have manners for anypony but Rainbow Dash. Even that was lost. “Let me go! I don’t want to be poked with a needle!!! Or sewn to something like that,” She didn't even know what it was she feared. Rainbow ignored her pleas, and continued her plan, “i’m going to break all the bones that aren't needed in a puppet.” Her plan was so well planned nothing could go wrong, not even the ending, “Third, i’m going to fake an accident, take you to the hospital, and make sure nopony knows about this, but us.” Rainbow had trotted off to some place behind the tied down filly. “You can’t do th-,” a needle dug into her skin, past the first layer and looped out the other side, clutching the bone and muscles. Scootaloo tried to scream, but the mask she wore wasn’t going to have it. Tears filled her eyes, running down her face as she helplessly watched her Ex-Idol string her to the contraption in front of her. Returning to reloop it, peircing another section of the same leg. “If you don’t make too much noise i might just reward you.” She took another needed and drove it through the other leg, latching it bleed as the string pulled through, red and grotesque. ‘Is it freedom?’ She placed her lips inside her mouth, clutching them together with her teeth hoping she could keep it to herself. Rainbow Dash proceeded with the last two hooves, stitching the bone and muscles to the giant guide rail. A pool of tears filled the floor below, and blood crusted over the wounds of the thick thread. “All done!” Rainbow Dash called, getting the attention of Scootaloo. “Since you were quiet, and kind enough to let me work in peace, i’ll let you use the laughing gas.” Such a sweet gesture could only go so far, “For the second half of the breaking.” She smiled and kissed Scootaloos forehead. Just as she promised, she got to use the gas mixture for half the treatment. Without words, or even sound, she shattered the rib’s of the small child. Next she broke the arms she had strung thread through, only the upper part, forming a gelatin, mixture of shredded muscles, and bloody bone shards. The process Went on for another hour. The gas had run dry only 2. Not nearly long enough to make it through the horrid torture of broken bones and sharp pains. “Only one bone left, sweetie. Bare with me.” She hit the last leg with her mysterious tool. She had blacked out mid way through the preparations. She hung from the roof, Rainbow Dash manipulating her movements. Angered at how the filly moved her formless body. “Ugh! Why don’t they ever work right!?” She took her scissors, and clipped the strings, watching the body collapses to the floor. “Lets get you out of here,” she dragged the lifeless body of Scootaloo down the stairs and out the door. “No!” Scootaloo woke up from her unruly sleep, screaming. A pink pony forced her back to the bed. “Pinkie!” Scootaloo tried to lunge onto the pony, but restraints held her back. “Whats going on?” Pinkie Pie brushed the purple mane of Scootaloo back, “You fell down the stairs silly.” Her voice held the truth, but her eyes showed lies. “You’d better just brush off that nightmare, and heal up.” Pinkie pressed her cheek against the filly’s, whispering into her ear, “She can’t hurt anyone anymore. I promise.” Scootaloo looked at her hoofs, the holes were still fresh, “Pinkie, can you stay the night til i get better?” Pinkie smiled and climbed over the railing, sitting at the hooves of Scootaloo, “I’ll stay with you as long as you want.” She smiled, and stared blankly into the light purple eyes of the traumatized filly, ‘i’ll do what nopony did for me, for you.’ Author's Note this was sugested t my by Matt11 (sorry if i typed your name wrong.) hope this scootabuse was good enough so far Inter locking Strings.Rainbow Dash walked into her cell, pushed in by the guards. The cast Iron door slammed shut, the guards reimbursed the lock, and backed away for a safe distance of thirty feet. “There are some other inmates in there with you Ms. Dash,” the nervousness of the guard was well known to the half eaten souls inside her cell. An outreached hoove dragged Rainbow Dash deeper into the cell, “She probably won't last for the night.” genuine worry was in his voice as her talked to the second guard with him. “It’s sad how we had to lock her in the maximum security room. Only male prisoners.” He started to walk away from the door, “I’m gonna need to drink this off. Good luck, and try to keep her alive.” The guard saluted his rank 2 head officer, and sat on his chair. Listening for the sound of a mare in trouble. “Well welcome to the ‘Dark Side’ of the prison.” His voice was kind enough to make a sense of comfort. “Well, when we get a new recruit we normally introduce yourself and what we did.” A ring of five chairs sat in the back under a light bulb with 6 others, “Wow. They put a mare in here.” They all looked at each other, “She must have screwed up big time.” Rainbow was forced onto an open chair where one of the 6 began. “I’m Z. My real name is Ze. And i’m here because i tried murdering a classroom of kids a few years back. Didn’t kill any though.” with out any time to say hello, another spoke, “I’m what you’d call… A psychopath, so i get called Psy.” His voice was very rubby, calm and quiet. “I’m here because i tried eating my wife.” He smiled at Rainbow Dash, grinning with utter most intent, “Don’t eat ponies anymore,” he looked strain forward, egnoring the glairs, “i only eat tofu now.” “My name is Axle.” He seemed kind enough, a few scrapes on his legs, but sweet, “I tried to subdue a child.” Rainbow raised an eye at his words, “Then i killed her, her mother, and tried to kill myself. Apparently Suicide is also considered a crime.” Rainbow finally got a word in, “Damn! I’m not sure i want to be here.” The first stallion to speak grabbed her arm and forced her to stay seated. “I’m not talk’en.” The next one stated, and nopony complained, she would feel threatened, and want to leave the cell for another reason. Two of the remaining, including the one who escorted her to the space in the circle answered their names and explained how they got into a fight, and killed a few of the guards. her escort, James, finished up the circle with Rainbow Dash, “Your turn Ms. Dash.” She began feeling nervous that nopony would want to be near her after knowing what she did, “my name is Rainbow Dash.” The 6 hushed, surprised that the element of Loyalty would get arrested, and sent to the maximum security cell. “Well if i tell you guys will you still like to hang out?” James hit her head, “yes, were stuck in a cell after all. There’s no escaping it.” She smiled, “We just contain it.” Rainbow continued on about what she had done, “Okay if you promised.” Z took his hoof of Rainbow Dash, and sat back as she began, “well for starters, i killed a stallion, a while back. But they don’t know about that. I got arrested because i sewed my best friend’s limbs and body to a guide rail and used her as a puppet,” the psycho of the group got off his chair and started to walk backwards. “Then i broke her bones. Well most of her’s.” “What?” James backed away some more, shocked at what she had done. Rainbow Dash tried to complete her story while others backed away, “Then i took her to the hospital. She healed up, and we became friends again.” A sigh of relief fell over the rooms dull space, “Then i found another pony, my best filly friend, she even looked up to me. I sewed her to the same thing and broke her bones as well.” Everypony stared at her in disbelief. “The first one i did it to told the cops and i got arrested…,” Dash looked up from her hooves to notice all but one had backed away, James didn’t. “Well then, Rainbow… I wasn’t expecting that.” He began picking up the stools they once sat on. “You must have had a good reason.” Rainbow Dash hugged his from the side, forcing him to the floor. “You’re so nice, i just couldn’t help it.” She squeezed him tighter. “Is it okay?” “Sure, i don’t mind.” He laughed while choking out his final words, “Just don’t turn me into a puppet thingy.” “Help! Help us, she’s trying to kill us!!!” A voice shot through the cast iron bars, while a pony pressed his face against the bars. “I’m not going to fall for it again.” The guard was set on remaining the wiser. “Last time you said that, some one escaped.” The pony fell back, and the noise stopped. ‘Maybe they finally realize its not funny.’ “Food will be down in about 10 minutes, just don’t bother trying to get it sooner. Last time it was raw.” Rainbow peeped her face into the window, tears in her eyes, catching the guards attention. “Please help me. They want to use me.” She tried to push her hoof through the bars. ‘Stupid jail paper work!’ He picked up his keys and trotted to the door,“step back Ms. Dash.” He opened the first layer of the door, having a square panel with a side door. for escort reasons, “Okay just put your hoof threw the window.” Just as she was asked, her hoove entered the panel. The side of it was ripped open, pouring blood onto the metal, beyond her muscles, and blood her bone showed its face. ‘Crap! They already got to her.’ Without any concern for her hooves condition, but the rest of her, he opened the door and took her mane in his mouth, dragging her out and slamming the door behind him, locking it. “Thank you!” She hugged her rescue, only to be pushed off. “I’m not allowed to interact with the prisoners. I’m sor-,” a blood covered pair of scissors, entered his neck, ripping his skin and fur off in one single sweep. “What the-,” Rainbow had stabbed him again, this time making sure to kill. “Sorry, but i need to finish my work.” She ripped the scissors out of the body, readying her needle and thread. stitch by stitch, she sewed his open scars shut, but not before dying her mane and tail crimson with her companions blood. Striping the guard of his badge and suit, she took off, heading to the door without dinner. After leaving the captivity of Equestria Maximum Security Prison, she broke their record, 1,000 years without an escape. Hoof steps outside and alarm sounded. The gate closed, and multiple armed men proceeded to the hall she left from. “I hope they enjoy my handy work.” Without any delays she was airborne and leaving a trail of blood from her 4 hooves. Taking note and making it on her mental list right above goal one. Make a pony marionette. “Send in the gas team.” The head of operations called out, watching as three ponies in high tech gear threw canisters of tear gas, and oxygen. The three entered, drawing their glasses, and entering the dark room. A scream echoed from the room. Then another. The last pony didn’t scream, but witnessed in horror as a red ozze fell onto his lens, followed by a body. “Get out of here! Don’t come in here.” The other turned and ran, he fell to his knees and removed his mask, exposing himself to the scent of gases and blood. He prayed. “Get a flashlight and see what in their.” As he commanded they got a flashlight and began shining it inside. Towards the far end of the room two stallions rested on the floor. One alive, the other dead. Only 1 body of the 7 that were inside had been found. “Where are the rest of th-,” as if answering his question, another body dropped. The flashlight holding pony shone the light onto the ceiling. From strings, the remaining 4 dangled and dripped their blood. Holding no pose at all, they hung from the roof by nooses and supported by arm strings. To the left of their containment of lod and hellish intent the missing guard was found. Stripped of everything and covered in blood. His hooves and neck mangled by stitchings and a engraving over his chest. “Everyone get out, get back to your post.” He walked in, examining his guard. “‘Something is controlling me. Can’t break free.’? What the hell does this mean?” Angered at his lack of concern for the prisoners, and the grieving guard. “When your done over there, i’ll need to you leave Mr. Strings.” He waited by the door for his friend to be done with his blessings, watching the rest fall to the floor, spread their body’s unto it. Strings proceeded to every last one, praying for them. Finaly he reached the guard, “I’m sorry. I wasn't here to help.” He wiped his tears as he read the line of words on his chest in a metallic thread, realizing what it meant. “We locked up the wrong pony. Rainbow Dash, didn’t do this.” He walked past his friend, receiving the strangest look. “Then who did? Pinkie explained everything to use,” he realized once more something he didn’t enjoy. He punched Silver Strings to show his relief and anger with him, “Sometimes when you’re right… i just want you to be wrong.” “Lets get out of here, i’d rather not soil my hooves with the blood.” “Hey Scootaloo!” Pinkie pressed her snout against the orange mare’s snout. “Do you know what today is!?” She stood over Scootaloo, happy as can be. “Is it your birthday?” She asked with a whole heart, curious as of when it would be. “Today’s the night you spent 3 months with me!” It was also her birthday, but that didn’t matter. “I got you a cake to celebrate!” In her hoove was a tiny three layer cake, frosted with the fillies favorite flavor, strawberry. “Do you want it?” Scootaloo reached out her arms, wanting it more than anything. Still in pain from her ‘encounter’ with the stairs. “Please! I haven’t had a cake in 4 months!” Pinkie passed the cake to Scootaloo. Whom slammed her face into it, getting bits of strawberry frosting in her hair. ‘So cute!!!’ Pinkie giggled at the fillies excitement for real food. “Slow down. You're getting it every-, you know what? Do as you please.” Within moments notice the cake was gone, in spite of the frosting in her hair and on her cheeks. “You have some… well everywhere.” Pinkie brought Scootaloo close and licked one of her cheeks, enjoying the frosting. With a rag she cleaned the rest of her. “Thank you, Pinkie!” The question buzzed into her mind once more, “When’s your birthday? I want to pay you back.” Pinkie froze at the question, not wanting to ruin the special day of her little cutie. “Tomarrow. But you don’t have to do anything for me. Today was enough for me.” She hugged the fraggle filly, glad she had no manners and for her cuteness. Scootaloo pulled the covers over her face, ”Is there anything i could do for you tomorrow?” She was trying to hide her sadness, “You’ve spent 3 months with me, just because, and i want you to be happy tomorrow.” Pinkie thought of the darndest idea, she never had any good ones, but she always tried. “Could i sleep next to you tonight?” Scootaloo slide over and lifted up the covers, signaling for her lovely friend to join her. “Thank you, Scootaloo, this is the happiest birthday present i’ve ever gotten.” She reached her hooves around the fragile filly, giving her a slight tug closer. Then closer. And closer. Scootaloo completed the final tug on her own, hugging her sweet, pink joy, Pinkie Pie. “I’m glad you came Pinkie,” two stubby arms tried to grasp Pinkie’s fluffy mane, and body, but fell short. Dropping next to the armes that clutched her softly. In the darkness of the room they both smiled. ‘I wonder what Rainbow Dash is doing in prison right now?’ Scootaloo hoped for the best, before dozing off into her normal, solem sleep. Hours had passed. Rainbow, tired from her flight, tumbled to the floor, rolling into the door of the kind mare Derpy. Rising to her hooves, she rang the bell, calling for the sweet mare. “Oh!! Hi, Rainbow Dash!” Derpy hugged the Rainbow child with open arms. “What can i do for you?” Rainbow was shocked, she didn’t even have to use idle threats, “Could you show me where the ponyville hospital is? I sorta forgot where it was.” She looked at her hooves. covered in blood, but good enough for walking. The pain she went through sewing it into a single piece of flesh wasn’t to unbearable. Just a living hell “Just to the right...” Derpy pointed to the building next to hers. Being Derpy had its perks. One of which is having the right to be next to the one place you visit daily. Rainbow began trotting to the double doors when Derpy bit her tail. halting her movements, “congrats on getting out so early! Oh and you missed my birthday party!” She pulled out a small confetti shooter, blasting it in Rainbow’s face. “Happy birthday Derpy… Well late birthday.” She pressed on saying her goodbyes to the silly mare. The hospital was dull and empty. Patient records scattered on the desk, “Well if they can’t tell me where my friend is, i’ll find her myself.” Scattering through the pile of papers, she searched for Scootaloo’s document. Mid search, she had a mare enter the room and fulfill her request, even escorting her to the room. “Thank you!” The nurse left back to her post at the desk. Inside the room at the end of the bed was a picture of the adorable little filly, with her purple eyes and cute smile. Rainbow snapped. She had lost it. Without thinking, she sweeped up the bed coverings and dragged them out the window, scratching herself on the glass window. Both Pinkie and Scootaloo had been taken in one go. “Ugh, i can’t believe she’s this heavy!” Pinkie recognized the voice. Not forgetting it for a moment. She know what was going on. She took the small filly by her chest and dragged her close. Holding her tightly over her tummy, keeping her still. “Guess my birthday is going to end shorter than i thought.” Tears filled her eyes and danced onto orange fur. Dragging off into the double layered covers of pink and white. Author's Note the last phrase is cute i like the phrase. its very cute and i want rainbow to be happy in the end lower your curtens and end my sceneA simple dimlight entered Scootaloo’s eyes as she awoke. Blinding her, along with leaving a dim impression of black on her eyes. “What’s happening?” She tried to turn her head, only to be restricted to only a portion of the room. “Pinkie where are you?” No reply from the sweet mare she once loved, but one from her past idol. “Hello sleepy head. Did you miss me?” The lights turned off as a rainbow mane entered her line of sight. But every rainbow must fade, this one faded to a shade of red and purples. Scootaloo stared at the inhumanly colored Rainbow Dash, "What's wrong? Didn’t you miss me?” Scootaloo tried to get a word out but stopped, not sure whether she was happy to see Rainbow Dash with her new hair-do, or saddened that Pinkie Pie wouldn’t get the ‘happy birthday, or a mix of both. She sat in silence while staring at Rainbow’s dark grey eyes. "You’re eyes-.” Rainbow had stipped a gag over her mouth, it reeked of alcohol and bodily fluids. Most Likely blood or vomit. "Oh you must miss Pinkie! She’s just around the corner.” Rainbow pointed a hoof in the direction she couldn't see, not caring if she could or not. "You want to see her?” Rainbow watched as Scootaloo shook her head as if trying to say, yes. "Good! The show is about to begin!” Without warning, as if it was set on a time laps, the bed rose, carrying with it Scootaloo. Once arranged facing the wall, she realized. It was her original binding, the sewing device. She panicked, losing her sense of thought. Questions bombarded her with no sign of letting up. She tried ripping away from the bindings one again. Ruffled fur and scraping skin. Before anypony could tell, the wall parted, and the show began. Center stage was a table, surrounded by motionless bodies of ponies. No One she know, but lifeless marionettes she wish hadn't been real. "Quiet down Scootaloo, its beginning.” Moments later a pink soul entered the stage via right, sitting at the tea table made of makeship boards and nails. Scootaloo tried to silence herself, ripping hooves and skins out of their tight leather bondings, not getting any stage time with Rainbow Dash. Tug after tug, she ripped apart her body just to get her last possible words to the pink puppet of her captivator. ‘I’m coming Pinkie, i’ll save you!’ Minutes had passed and Pinkie had came to, making full well to keep up the act, not wanting to die so soon. The strings guided her through what had seemed to be a small discussion about how the service isn’t too good. Either that or something about a tea party. An hour in, Scootaloo had managed to deface her hooves and dislocate one of her legs in a manner that wouldn’t make any sense to any doctors. Only one hoof left, and 10 minutes left in the play she had to move fast. Stripping her leg of its fur, she realized the pair of scissors just in her grasp, but a little too far away, only a legs reach away. Close enough to get with a little pain. Unwanted pain. "Its almost over! Next is the scene where Justin kills everyone else.” She seemed to happy to lose a friend to a play she deised. Would the same tragedy befall Scootaloo, who had already escaped her bounds, and borrowed the scissors Rainbow had carelessly discarded to the floor. 3 minutes left till the massacre, and a un usable leg to use. Scootaloo began pacing through the pain. Heading to the back of the rows and making her way up the long row of empty seats, tumbling onto a seat every few rows. Time wasn’t on her side, still week from her past encounter with the blue mare, she didn’t gain much distance. 1 minute left and still 10 rows and a set of steps to overcome. 30 seconds. 5 rows to overcome. 10 seconds, a pair of steps to climb with no support from her body. 1 second. To late. The puppet rainbow had described, Justin, had began his roll. With knife in hoof he began his slaughter of the poonies. One by one they fell. Scootaloo hadn’t made it to Pinkie in time but that didn’t matter. “Scootaloo...” Pinkie choked out to the sweet innocent filly she loved with all her heart. Scootaloo was in tears hugging the puppet she had befriended over the last three months. “NO!“ Scootaloo took the scissors and started clipping away at strings, "You're not going to die here!!!” Scootaloo began dragging the mare to the edge of the stage front, trying to pull her off the edge so Rainbow couldn’t enjoy another murder. “Scootaloo,” Pinkie grabbed the orange fillies scared hooves and looked at them in sadness, "Why would you do this for me?” Tears emerged in her eyes just as they did the child. "Because i wanted to save you! I wanted you to live through your birthday!” Pinkie shoved a hoof into the fillies mouth. "My birthday was yesterday.” She began to reach arms around the adorable filly, wanting to die in the hoofs of someone she loves, "Sorry for lying to you, i just didn’t want you to-,” before she could even finish, glass had begun to break in all directions. Ponies varying from all sizes entered through the newly made entrances. Scootaloo was dragged off the Pinkie mare and bound to yet another device, this one, armed by two mares in white. Behind her she witnessed the subduction of Rainbow Dash by Celestia and Luna. Before she could catch a glimpse of anything else, she was locked away into a cart and forced into taking a strange gas. Inducing a coma. Scootaloo woke up screaming, only to be silenced by a cyan hoove with stitchings. Rainbow Dash. Behind rainbow, was Celestia, keeping a close eye on the pair. Making sure nothing went wrong. "Are you all right now?” Rainbow Dash pondered removing a hoof from over the mouth of Scootaloo. “Pinkie Pie’s right over there.” Just as she was told, Pinkie was in the bed next to her. Asleep. "Sorry you had to go through this Scootaloo.” Celestia dragged Rainbow Dash back to her chair and forced her to sit. Getting an angry pouting face in return. "You see. A while back when Twilight was my student, she brought a doll to life, it had a soul of its own.” Scootaloo didn’t like where this was going, but was too exhausted from the drugs to protest any. "After a day or so, it stopped moving, but it left a not for us.” Rainbow Dash stood up in defiance to protest her claims, "Then why haven’t you told me this?” The magic of the sun keeper sent her back the chair. "Be that way. I don’t care.” Celestia scolded Rainbow in a distinct way, "Well in short, he wanted to enslave the world and stuff like that, so he took over our beloved element of loyalty,” she gestured a hoof to the angered mare sitting behind her. "Thats basicly what happened. But we have everything under control… mostly.” Without any warning she was out of the room and elsewhere. Pinkie came too, and without any sign of distress or fear of the cyan mare. But a hug, "I knew it wasn’t you. the whole time.” Pinkie cried over the mares shoulder. "I’m glad your back, Rainbow.” "I’m glad your back too, Pinkie.” Rainbow had left the room, without saying any goodbyes, only to emerge a minute later. This time she had a cake. "Happy birthday Pinkie.” She cut a piece for her lovable friend. "And Scootaloo.” Scootaloo looked at the cyan mare as she approached with a box and a devious grin, "Yes?” Her voice was low and hidden beneath the covers. "Happy early birthday!” She kissed the forehead of the filly, and placed the unsealed box onto the fillies lap. "You’ve earned it.” Scootaloo tipped the box over. Tumbling out was a lightning shaped necklaces, with a bright ruby center. "Realy?!” joy had overcome her. Getting to be one in the same with Rainbow Dash. Loyalty. Rainbow placed a large slice of cake on the bed stand and walked to get a spoon, "You were there when a friend was in need. Even i didn’t help her when she was in need.” She placed the spoon on Pinkie’s head and hugged Scootaloo, "You are the true loyalty.” Dear Celestia, and my master Twilight Sparkle. As you may know, i’m just a doll. You think nothing special about me. You even make mass replicas of me. I don’t like that at all. My kind get ripped and torn apart day by day. Sewn together where you ripped us apart. I may just be a puppet to you, but i am the one in control. I am the one you must obey, soon you will understand. My life isn’t just a game. Farewell my lovely creator, and my creators tutor. Next you’ll see me is among one of you. I am loyal to my words, so please don’t laugh. In the end i only want to get you back. Sincerely, your childhood doll, shining armor the second. P.S. Twilight, i left my doll component in spike’s bed. He hugs me every night. Author's Note this is the end of Puppet and Strings. rainbow would never murder, and definitly not pinkie! hope you enjoyed this, i sure did. cute end is cute.
Puppet and MasterScootaloo had nearly hit all twenty ponies she had passed, not even interested in apologizing to them. She was too happy about the mail she got. An invite to Rainbow Dash’s sleep over. She flapped her wings and fast as she could inching her way towards the plain below the cloud mansion. “Where is it? Where is it?!” She passed by yet another pony, making her spill her bucket of apples, brushing three. “Sorry A.J.” Apple Jack picked up the three bruised apples, looking over them. Just as she feared, they weren’t good for sale. “Darn that pony, almost as bad as Rainbow Da-.” The cyan mare herself landed on her back, and rolled into the orange mare, bruising three more apples. “Would you mind explaining why you crashed into me?” “Sorry, got’ta go. “I’ll just add those to your tab.” She pressed on, heading to the apple stand. Scootaloo had somehow find her way to the house of Rainbow Dash. It was on the floor, and weighted down with a cyan friend at the door. “Rainbow Dash!!!” She picked up her speed to what might have seemed like mack .001 speed. Reaching the mare with in a minute. “Rainb-.” Rainbow Dash had swooped up the cute filly, and hugged her with such a desire it would be considered lustrous. “Scootaloo!!!” She tightened her grip around the fillies neck, “I missed you so much!!!” She tossed and turned, making perfectly well to keep her grasp. “Lets go inside.” Scootaloo tried to grab her scooter, but it was too far away and Rainbow dash wouldn’t hear a lick about it. “My scooter.” She stared at it as it’s distance grew further. “I’ll be back for you.” Rainbow Dash’s house was different from what she expected. Nothing was to be called, “20% cooler,” half the furnishings could be found in any furniture store. She had a picture of her dad over her banister, and a portrait of some strange mare, resembling Rarity, but someone else. “Who is she?” The filly raised a hoof towards the framed masterpiece. “Oh, if i told you who she was i’d have to kill you,” a grin emerged on her face, showing it was to be joked about. “But i can’t tell you.” She continued to drag the filly through her house, not leaving any marks on the cloud floors. After five or so minutes of walking, Rainbow Dash took the innocent mare into a room, no bigger than Rarity’s bed room. The walls were lined with shelves, and the shelves lined with pony shaped dolls. The texture of the fabric looked almost as if it had been stripped off a stallion's back. “Catch!” Rainbow Dash threw down a doll with atrocious stitchings. It sort of resembled her, but the eyes were off. “Here comes another one,” yet again a doll came off the shelf, larger than Rainbow Dash, and bigger than Luna. The doll collided with the floor, bouncing off the floor. ‘Rainbow Dash plays with dolls? What 21 year old plays with dolls?!’ She questioned her lifelong idol, hoping there was an exploration. “Are all these,” she flicked the Celestia doll, startled at its likeness, “Dolls… yours?” Rainbow noded happily, pushing one last doll of the shelfs. It wasn’t a doll this time, but a puppet. Much worst, a puppet of herself, tangled with a puppet of Pinkie Pie. “Okay now lets get this started!” She nose dived into Scootaloo, and the set of puppet ponies, taking both to the table. “Okay, witch do you want?” ‘This is kinda scary.’ She lifted up the marionette of her, examining the details of it. it was exact. From head to heel everything was exact, even her mane and tail. “Can i be me?” She pointed to the doll she had in her hooves. “Sure be yourself.” She laughed at the ironic words, “i’ll be the one in control of you soon.” Scootaloo stared blankly into the eyes of her lovely idol, wanting to be like her exactly. Without the dolls and stuff. An hour passed before the sun made its way off the edge of visibility. Bringing the cyan mare to her knees, in need of sleep. “Time for bed kid… you want to sleep with me?” She thought over her words and rephrased it. “Would you like to sleep next to me?” She smiled at the correction as Scootaloo shook her head in agreement. “I can!?” She was overjoyed with the thought of spending the night next to Rainbow. Her inner most desires came over her, “Yes!!!!” Yhe hugged Rainbow dash for the first time in the entire day. She propped the filly onto her back, and left to her room, making sure to close the door and reset the dolls. The bed room was cold and the window open. Rainbow Dash set the filly on her bed, and trotted to a dresser drawer, scampering through the pairs of socks she had saved from past birthday parties with Pinkie Pie. A pair of socks landed on her snout, a cute orange and pink strip ran across the sides in rows. “Put these on, it gets cold. Don’t want you losing a limb, just yet.” Again she put on a dark grin to protest the jokes meaning. As she was instructed she loaded her hooves into the socks, pulling them halfway up, letting them scrunge up at the lower portion. “Okay, now we need to attach this to the bedpost and one of your legs,” she held up a cuff with a long chain. “Why do i have to wear that?” She protested the strange device, not wanting to wear it. “Can you fly?” She looked down, “A little… no.” The sadness echoed through the room’s fluffy walls and floors. “Okay. can you survive a 20 story drop?” She didn’t need an answer, “If we don’t use this you could fall out the window. And SPLAT!” She threw one arm up, while connecting one side of the cuff to the beds post. “Scootaloo is more popular than Luna’s day activities.” That would be very unpleasant. Scootaloo held out a hoof, allowing Rainbow Dash to lock it in firmly. Rainbow picked Scootaloo up and placed her onto her tummy, hugging her tightly. “Good night!” Before Scootaloo could reply she got a firm squeeze, and the snoring began. “Love you Rainbow Dash.” She drifted off into a sleep like no other, a dreamless sleep. Arms outstretched, limbs tied down forming the examination circle. Her tummy was against a round circle while the rest of her body was left in a free fall. “What happened?” Her mouth was covered with a muzzle, leaving her question a squeak in the light ridden room. A door opened from behind her, letting the light of the outside world in, soon followed by a light switch. “Rise and shine! We don’t have a lot of time!” Rainbow Dash trotted in front of her, noticing she was already up. “You’re so good on being on time.” “Whats going on Rainbow Dash?” Nothing could be seen from her angle. “Well sweetie,” she took a deep breath, and sighed, “i’m going to make you my play toy for the day.” “Your what!?” The title of Play Toy didn’t bring anything good to mind. Not even Rainbow Dash could make it more appealing. “If you still don’t know what i meant, i’ll just tell you what i’m going to do and what's going to happen.” She looked into Scootaloo’s eyes, giving no hint of playfulness or even the joyous love from before. “Okay, heres what i’m going to do. First, i’m going to sew your skin to my guide rail. Second,_” Scootaloo didn’t have manners for anypony but Rainbow Dash. Even that was lost. “Let me go! I don’t want to be poked with a needle!!! Or sewn to something like that,” She didn't even know what it was she feared. Rainbow ignored her pleas, and continued her plan, “i’m going to break all the bones that aren't needed in a puppet.” Her plan was so well planned nothing could go wrong, not even the ending, “Third, i’m going to fake an accident, take you to the hospital, and make sure nopony knows about this, but us.” Rainbow had trotted off to some place behind the tied down filly. “You can’t do th-,” a needle dug into her skin, past the first layer and looped out the other side, clutching the bone and muscles. Scootaloo tried to scream, but the mask she wore wasn’t going to have it. Tears filled her eyes, running down her face as she helplessly watched her Ex-Idol string her to the contraption in front of her. Returning to reloop it, peircing another section of the same leg. “If you don’t make too much noise i might just reward you.” She took another needed and drove it through the other leg, latching it bleed as the string pulled through, red and grotesque. ‘Is it freedom?’ She placed her lips inside her mouth, clutching them together with her teeth hoping she could keep it to herself. Rainbow Dash proceeded with the last two hooves, stitching the bone and muscles to the giant guide rail. A pool of tears filled the floor below, and blood crusted over the wounds of the thick thread. “All done!” Rainbow Dash called, getting the attention of Scootaloo. “Since you were quiet, and kind enough to let me work in peace, i’ll let you use the laughing gas.” Such a sweet gesture could only go so far, “For the second half of the breaking.” She smiled and kissed Scootaloos forehead. Just as she promised, she got to use the gas mixture for half the treatment. Without words, or even sound, she shattered the rib’s of the small child. Next she broke the arms she had strung thread through, only the upper part, forming a gelatin, mixture of shredded muscles, and bloody bone shards. The process Went on for another hour. The gas had run dry only 2. Not nearly long enough to make it through the horrid torture of broken bones and sharp pains. “Only one bone left, sweetie. Bare with me.” She hit the last leg with her mysterious tool. She had blacked out mid way through the preparations. She hung from the roof, Rainbow Dash manipulating her movements. Angered at how the filly moved her formless body. “Ugh! Why don’t they ever work right!?” She took her scissors, and clipped the strings, watching the body collapses to the floor. “Lets get you out of here,” she dragged the lifeless body of Scootaloo down the stairs and out the door. “No!” Scootaloo woke up from her unruly sleep, screaming. A pink pony forced her back to the bed. “Pinkie!” Scootaloo tried to lunge onto the pony, but restraints held her back. “Whats going on?” Pinkie Pie brushed the purple mane of Scootaloo back, “You fell down the stairs silly.” Her voice held the truth, but her eyes showed lies. “You’d better just brush off that nightmare, and heal up.” Pinkie pressed her cheek against the filly’s, whispering into her ear, “She can’t hurt anyone anymore. I promise.” Scootaloo looked at her hoofs, the holes were still fresh, “Pinkie, can you stay the night til i get better?” Pinkie smiled and climbed over the railing, sitting at the hooves of Scootaloo, “I’ll stay with you as long as you want.” She smiled, and stared blankly into the light purple eyes of the traumatized filly, ‘i’ll do what nopony did for me, for you.’ Author's Note this was sugested t my by Matt11 (sorry if i typed your name wrong.) hope this scootabuse was good enough so far
Inter locking Strings.Rainbow Dash walked into her cell, pushed in by the guards. The cast Iron door slammed shut, the guards reimbursed the lock, and backed away for a safe distance of thirty feet. “There are some other inmates in there with you Ms. Dash,” the nervousness of the guard was well known to the half eaten souls inside her cell. An outreached hoove dragged Rainbow Dash deeper into the cell, “She probably won't last for the night.” genuine worry was in his voice as her talked to the second guard with him. “It’s sad how we had to lock her in the maximum security room. Only male prisoners.” He started to walk away from the door, “I’m gonna need to drink this off. Good luck, and try to keep her alive.” The guard saluted his rank 2 head officer, and sat on his chair. Listening for the sound of a mare in trouble. “Well welcome to the ‘Dark Side’ of the prison.” His voice was kind enough to make a sense of comfort. “Well, when we get a new recruit we normally introduce yourself and what we did.” A ring of five chairs sat in the back under a light bulb with 6 others, “Wow. They put a mare in here.” They all looked at each other, “She must have screwed up big time.” Rainbow was forced onto an open chair where one of the 6 began. “I’m Z. My real name is Ze. And i’m here because i tried murdering a classroom of kids a few years back. Didn’t kill any though.” with out any time to say hello, another spoke, “I’m what you’d call… A psychopath, so i get called Psy.” His voice was very rubby, calm and quiet. “I’m here because i tried eating my wife.” He smiled at Rainbow Dash, grinning with utter most intent, “Don’t eat ponies anymore,” he looked strain forward, egnoring the glairs, “i only eat tofu now.” “My name is Axle.” He seemed kind enough, a few scrapes on his legs, but sweet, “I tried to subdue a child.” Rainbow raised an eye at his words, “Then i killed her, her mother, and tried to kill myself. Apparently Suicide is also considered a crime.” Rainbow finally got a word in, “Damn! I’m not sure i want to be here.” The first stallion to speak grabbed her arm and forced her to stay seated. “I’m not talk’en.” The next one stated, and nopony complained, she would feel threatened, and want to leave the cell for another reason. Two of the remaining, including the one who escorted her to the space in the circle answered their names and explained how they got into a fight, and killed a few of the guards. her escort, James, finished up the circle with Rainbow Dash, “Your turn Ms. Dash.” She began feeling nervous that nopony would want to be near her after knowing what she did, “my name is Rainbow Dash.” The 6 hushed, surprised that the element of Loyalty would get arrested, and sent to the maximum security cell. “Well if i tell you guys will you still like to hang out?” James hit her head, “yes, were stuck in a cell after all. There’s no escaping it.” She smiled, “We just contain it.” Rainbow continued on about what she had done, “Okay if you promised.” Z took his hoof of Rainbow Dash, and sat back as she began, “well for starters, i killed a stallion, a while back. But they don’t know about that. I got arrested because i sewed my best friend’s limbs and body to a guide rail and used her as a puppet,” the psycho of the group got off his chair and started to walk backwards. “Then i broke her bones. Well most of her’s.” “What?” James backed away some more, shocked at what she had done. Rainbow Dash tried to complete her story while others backed away, “Then i took her to the hospital. She healed up, and we became friends again.” A sigh of relief fell over the rooms dull space, “Then i found another pony, my best filly friend, she even looked up to me. I sewed her to the same thing and broke her bones as well.” Everypony stared at her in disbelief. “The first one i did it to told the cops and i got arrested…,” Dash looked up from her hooves to notice all but one had backed away, James didn’t. “Well then, Rainbow… I wasn’t expecting that.” He began picking up the stools they once sat on. “You must have had a good reason.” Rainbow Dash hugged his from the side, forcing him to the floor. “You’re so nice, i just couldn’t help it.” She squeezed him tighter. “Is it okay?” “Sure, i don’t mind.” He laughed while choking out his final words, “Just don’t turn me into a puppet thingy.” “Help! Help us, she’s trying to kill us!!!” A voice shot through the cast iron bars, while a pony pressed his face against the bars. “I’m not going to fall for it again.” The guard was set on remaining the wiser. “Last time you said that, some one escaped.” The pony fell back, and the noise stopped. ‘Maybe they finally realize its not funny.’ “Food will be down in about 10 minutes, just don’t bother trying to get it sooner. Last time it was raw.” Rainbow peeped her face into the window, tears in her eyes, catching the guards attention. “Please help me. They want to use me.” She tried to push her hoof through the bars. ‘Stupid jail paper work!’ He picked up his keys and trotted to the door,“step back Ms. Dash.” He opened the first layer of the door, having a square panel with a side door. for escort reasons, “Okay just put your hoof threw the window.” Just as she was asked, her hoove entered the panel. The side of it was ripped open, pouring blood onto the metal, beyond her muscles, and blood her bone showed its face. ‘Crap! They already got to her.’ Without any concern for her hooves condition, but the rest of her, he opened the door and took her mane in his mouth, dragging her out and slamming the door behind him, locking it. “Thank you!” She hugged her rescue, only to be pushed off. “I’m not allowed to interact with the prisoners. I’m sor-,” a blood covered pair of scissors, entered his neck, ripping his skin and fur off in one single sweep. “What the-,” Rainbow had stabbed him again, this time making sure to kill. “Sorry, but i need to finish my work.” She ripped the scissors out of the body, readying her needle and thread. stitch by stitch, she sewed his open scars shut, but not before dying her mane and tail crimson with her companions blood. Striping the guard of his badge and suit, she took off, heading to the door without dinner. After leaving the captivity of Equestria Maximum Security Prison, she broke their record, 1,000 years without an escape. Hoof steps outside and alarm sounded. The gate closed, and multiple armed men proceeded to the hall she left from. “I hope they enjoy my handy work.” Without any delays she was airborne and leaving a trail of blood from her 4 hooves. Taking note and making it on her mental list right above goal one. Make a pony marionette. “Send in the gas team.” The head of operations called out, watching as three ponies in high tech gear threw canisters of tear gas, and oxygen. The three entered, drawing their glasses, and entering the dark room. A scream echoed from the room. Then another. The last pony didn’t scream, but witnessed in horror as a red ozze fell onto his lens, followed by a body. “Get out of here! Don’t come in here.” The other turned and ran, he fell to his knees and removed his mask, exposing himself to the scent of gases and blood. He prayed. “Get a flashlight and see what in their.” As he commanded they got a flashlight and began shining it inside. Towards the far end of the room two stallions rested on the floor. One alive, the other dead. Only 1 body of the 7 that were inside had been found. “Where are the rest of th-,” as if answering his question, another body dropped. The flashlight holding pony shone the light onto the ceiling. From strings, the remaining 4 dangled and dripped their blood. Holding no pose at all, they hung from the roof by nooses and supported by arm strings. To the left of their containment of lod and hellish intent the missing guard was found. Stripped of everything and covered in blood. His hooves and neck mangled by stitchings and a engraving over his chest. “Everyone get out, get back to your post.” He walked in, examining his guard. “‘Something is controlling me. Can’t break free.’? What the hell does this mean?” Angered at his lack of concern for the prisoners, and the grieving guard. “When your done over there, i’ll need to you leave Mr. Strings.” He waited by the door for his friend to be done with his blessings, watching the rest fall to the floor, spread their body’s unto it. Strings proceeded to every last one, praying for them. Finaly he reached the guard, “I’m sorry. I wasn't here to help.” He wiped his tears as he read the line of words on his chest in a metallic thread, realizing what it meant. “We locked up the wrong pony. Rainbow Dash, didn’t do this.” He walked past his friend, receiving the strangest look. “Then who did? Pinkie explained everything to use,” he realized once more something he didn’t enjoy. He punched Silver Strings to show his relief and anger with him, “Sometimes when you’re right… i just want you to be wrong.” “Lets get out of here, i’d rather not soil my hooves with the blood.” “Hey Scootaloo!” Pinkie pressed her snout against the orange mare’s snout. “Do you know what today is!?” She stood over Scootaloo, happy as can be. “Is it your birthday?” She asked with a whole heart, curious as of when it would be. “Today’s the night you spent 3 months with me!” It was also her birthday, but that didn’t matter. “I got you a cake to celebrate!” In her hoove was a tiny three layer cake, frosted with the fillies favorite flavor, strawberry. “Do you want it?” Scootaloo reached out her arms, wanting it more than anything. Still in pain from her ‘encounter’ with the stairs. “Please! I haven’t had a cake in 4 months!” Pinkie passed the cake to Scootaloo. Whom slammed her face into it, getting bits of strawberry frosting in her hair. ‘So cute!!!’ Pinkie giggled at the fillies excitement for real food. “Slow down. You're getting it every-, you know what? Do as you please.” Within moments notice the cake was gone, in spite of the frosting in her hair and on her cheeks. “You have some… well everywhere.” Pinkie brought Scootaloo close and licked one of her cheeks, enjoying the frosting. With a rag she cleaned the rest of her. “Thank you, Pinkie!” The question buzzed into her mind once more, “When’s your birthday? I want to pay you back.” Pinkie froze at the question, not wanting to ruin the special day of her little cutie. “Tomarrow. But you don’t have to do anything for me. Today was enough for me.” She hugged the fraggle filly, glad she had no manners and for her cuteness. Scootaloo pulled the covers over her face, ”Is there anything i could do for you tomorrow?” She was trying to hide her sadness, “You’ve spent 3 months with me, just because, and i want you to be happy tomorrow.” Pinkie thought of the darndest idea, she never had any good ones, but she always tried. “Could i sleep next to you tonight?” Scootaloo slide over and lifted up the covers, signaling for her lovely friend to join her. “Thank you, Scootaloo, this is the happiest birthday present i’ve ever gotten.” She reached her hooves around the fragile filly, giving her a slight tug closer. Then closer. And closer. Scootaloo completed the final tug on her own, hugging her sweet, pink joy, Pinkie Pie. “I’m glad you came Pinkie,” two stubby arms tried to grasp Pinkie’s fluffy mane, and body, but fell short. Dropping next to the armes that clutched her softly. In the darkness of the room they both smiled. ‘I wonder what Rainbow Dash is doing in prison right now?’ Scootaloo hoped for the best, before dozing off into her normal, solem sleep. Hours had passed. Rainbow, tired from her flight, tumbled to the floor, rolling into the door of the kind mare Derpy. Rising to her hooves, she rang the bell, calling for the sweet mare. “Oh!! Hi, Rainbow Dash!” Derpy hugged the Rainbow child with open arms. “What can i do for you?” Rainbow was shocked, she didn’t even have to use idle threats, “Could you show me where the ponyville hospital is? I sorta forgot where it was.” She looked at her hooves. covered in blood, but good enough for walking. The pain she went through sewing it into a single piece of flesh wasn’t to unbearable. Just a living hell “Just to the right...” Derpy pointed to the building next to hers. Being Derpy had its perks. One of which is having the right to be next to the one place you visit daily. Rainbow began trotting to the double doors when Derpy bit her tail. halting her movements, “congrats on getting out so early! Oh and you missed my birthday party!” She pulled out a small confetti shooter, blasting it in Rainbow’s face. “Happy birthday Derpy… Well late birthday.” She pressed on saying her goodbyes to the silly mare. The hospital was dull and empty. Patient records scattered on the desk, “Well if they can’t tell me where my friend is, i’ll find her myself.” Scattering through the pile of papers, she searched for Scootaloo’s document. Mid search, she had a mare enter the room and fulfill her request, even escorting her to the room. “Thank you!” The nurse left back to her post at the desk. Inside the room at the end of the bed was a picture of the adorable little filly, with her purple eyes and cute smile. Rainbow snapped. She had lost it. Without thinking, she sweeped up the bed coverings and dragged them out the window, scratching herself on the glass window. Both Pinkie and Scootaloo had been taken in one go. “Ugh, i can’t believe she’s this heavy!” Pinkie recognized the voice. Not forgetting it for a moment. She know what was going on. She took the small filly by her chest and dragged her close. Holding her tightly over her tummy, keeping her still. “Guess my birthday is going to end shorter than i thought.” Tears filled her eyes and danced onto orange fur. Dragging off into the double layered covers of pink and white. Author's Note the last phrase is cute i like the phrase. its very cute and i want rainbow to be happy in the end
lower your curtens and end my sceneA simple dimlight entered Scootaloo’s eyes as she awoke. Blinding her, along with leaving a dim impression of black on her eyes. “What’s happening?” She tried to turn her head, only to be restricted to only a portion of the room. “Pinkie where are you?” No reply from the sweet mare she once loved, but one from her past idol. “Hello sleepy head. Did you miss me?” The lights turned off as a rainbow mane entered her line of sight. But every rainbow must fade, this one faded to a shade of red and purples. Scootaloo stared at the inhumanly colored Rainbow Dash, "What's wrong? Didn’t you miss me?” Scootaloo tried to get a word out but stopped, not sure whether she was happy to see Rainbow Dash with her new hair-do, or saddened that Pinkie Pie wouldn’t get the ‘happy birthday, or a mix of both. She sat in silence while staring at Rainbow’s dark grey eyes. "You’re eyes-.” Rainbow had stipped a gag over her mouth, it reeked of alcohol and bodily fluids. Most Likely blood or vomit. "Oh you must miss Pinkie! She’s just around the corner.” Rainbow pointed a hoof in the direction she couldn't see, not caring if she could or not. "You want to see her?” Rainbow watched as Scootaloo shook her head as if trying to say, yes. "Good! The show is about to begin!” Without warning, as if it was set on a time laps, the bed rose, carrying with it Scootaloo. Once arranged facing the wall, she realized. It was her original binding, the sewing device. She panicked, losing her sense of thought. Questions bombarded her with no sign of letting up. She tried ripping away from the bindings one again. Ruffled fur and scraping skin. Before anypony could tell, the wall parted, and the show began. Center stage was a table, surrounded by motionless bodies of ponies. No One she know, but lifeless marionettes she wish hadn't been real. "Quiet down Scootaloo, its beginning.” Moments later a pink soul entered the stage via right, sitting at the tea table made of makeship boards and nails. Scootaloo tried to silence herself, ripping hooves and skins out of their tight leather bondings, not getting any stage time with Rainbow Dash. Tug after tug, she ripped apart her body just to get her last possible words to the pink puppet of her captivator. ‘I’m coming Pinkie, i’ll save you!’ Minutes had passed and Pinkie had came to, making full well to keep up the act, not wanting to die so soon. The strings guided her through what had seemed to be a small discussion about how the service isn’t too good. Either that or something about a tea party. An hour in, Scootaloo had managed to deface her hooves and dislocate one of her legs in a manner that wouldn’t make any sense to any doctors. Only one hoof left, and 10 minutes left in the play she had to move fast. Stripping her leg of its fur, she realized the pair of scissors just in her grasp, but a little too far away, only a legs reach away. Close enough to get with a little pain. Unwanted pain. "Its almost over! Next is the scene where Justin kills everyone else.” She seemed to happy to lose a friend to a play she deised. Would the same tragedy befall Scootaloo, who had already escaped her bounds, and borrowed the scissors Rainbow had carelessly discarded to the floor. 3 minutes left till the massacre, and a un usable leg to use. Scootaloo began pacing through the pain. Heading to the back of the rows and making her way up the long row of empty seats, tumbling onto a seat every few rows. Time wasn’t on her side, still week from her past encounter with the blue mare, she didn’t gain much distance. 1 minute left and still 10 rows and a set of steps to overcome. 30 seconds. 5 rows to overcome. 10 seconds, a pair of steps to climb with no support from her body. 1 second. To late. The puppet rainbow had described, Justin, had began his roll. With knife in hoof he began his slaughter of the poonies. One by one they fell. Scootaloo hadn’t made it to Pinkie in time but that didn’t matter. “Scootaloo...” Pinkie choked out to the sweet innocent filly she loved with all her heart. Scootaloo was in tears hugging the puppet she had befriended over the last three months. “NO!“ Scootaloo took the scissors and started clipping away at strings, "You're not going to die here!!!” Scootaloo began dragging the mare to the edge of the stage front, trying to pull her off the edge so Rainbow couldn’t enjoy another murder. “Scootaloo,” Pinkie grabbed the orange fillies scared hooves and looked at them in sadness, "Why would you do this for me?” Tears emerged in her eyes just as they did the child. "Because i wanted to save you! I wanted you to live through your birthday!” Pinkie shoved a hoof into the fillies mouth. "My birthday was yesterday.” She began to reach arms around the adorable filly, wanting to die in the hoofs of someone she loves, "Sorry for lying to you, i just didn’t want you to-,” before she could even finish, glass had begun to break in all directions. Ponies varying from all sizes entered through the newly made entrances. Scootaloo was dragged off the Pinkie mare and bound to yet another device, this one, armed by two mares in white. Behind her she witnessed the subduction of Rainbow Dash by Celestia and Luna. Before she could catch a glimpse of anything else, she was locked away into a cart and forced into taking a strange gas. Inducing a coma. Scootaloo woke up screaming, only to be silenced by a cyan hoove with stitchings. Rainbow Dash. Behind rainbow, was Celestia, keeping a close eye on the pair. Making sure nothing went wrong. "Are you all right now?” Rainbow Dash pondered removing a hoof from over the mouth of Scootaloo. “Pinkie Pie’s right over there.” Just as she was told, Pinkie was in the bed next to her. Asleep. "Sorry you had to go through this Scootaloo.” Celestia dragged Rainbow Dash back to her chair and forced her to sit. Getting an angry pouting face in return. "You see. A while back when Twilight was my student, she brought a doll to life, it had a soul of its own.” Scootaloo didn’t like where this was going, but was too exhausted from the drugs to protest any. "After a day or so, it stopped moving, but it left a not for us.” Rainbow Dash stood up in defiance to protest her claims, "Then why haven’t you told me this?” The magic of the sun keeper sent her back the chair. "Be that way. I don’t care.” Celestia scolded Rainbow in a distinct way, "Well in short, he wanted to enslave the world and stuff like that, so he took over our beloved element of loyalty,” she gestured a hoof to the angered mare sitting behind her. "Thats basicly what happened. But we have everything under control… mostly.” Without any warning she was out of the room and elsewhere. Pinkie came too, and without any sign of distress or fear of the cyan mare. But a hug, "I knew it wasn’t you. the whole time.” Pinkie cried over the mares shoulder. "I’m glad your back, Rainbow.” "I’m glad your back too, Pinkie.” Rainbow had left the room, without saying any goodbyes, only to emerge a minute later. This time she had a cake. "Happy birthday Pinkie.” She cut a piece for her lovable friend. "And Scootaloo.” Scootaloo looked at the cyan mare as she approached with a box and a devious grin, "Yes?” Her voice was low and hidden beneath the covers. "Happy early birthday!” She kissed the forehead of the filly, and placed the unsealed box onto the fillies lap. "You’ve earned it.” Scootaloo tipped the box over. Tumbling out was a lightning shaped necklaces, with a bright ruby center. "Realy?!” joy had overcome her. Getting to be one in the same with Rainbow Dash. Loyalty. Rainbow placed a large slice of cake on the bed stand and walked to get a spoon, "You were there when a friend was in need. Even i didn’t help her when she was in need.” She placed the spoon on Pinkie’s head and hugged Scootaloo, "You are the true loyalty.” Dear Celestia, and my master Twilight Sparkle. As you may know, i’m just a doll. You think nothing special about me. You even make mass replicas of me. I don’t like that at all. My kind get ripped and torn apart day by day. Sewn together where you ripped us apart. I may just be a puppet to you, but i am the one in control. I am the one you must obey, soon you will understand. My life isn’t just a game. Farewell my lovely creator, and my creators tutor. Next you’ll see me is among one of you. I am loyal to my words, so please don’t laugh. In the end i only want to get you back. Sincerely, your childhood doll, shining armor the second. P.S. Twilight, i left my doll component in spike’s bed. He hugs me every night. Author's Note this is the end of Puppet and Strings. rainbow would never murder, and definitly not pinkie! hope you enjoyed this, i sure did. cute end is cute.
