Scootaloo woke up to the birds chirping, and the sun shone brightly on her face, covering her in a warm glow. She got up and stretched her wings, cramped from her rest. She looked around, and found her school things. She then proceeded to head over to the school, where her friends were waiting for her. Applebloom, a yellow earth pony with a red mane and tail, tied off with bows. And Sweetie Belle, Rarity's little sister. The bell rang, a shrill noise, and they all filed into the schoolhouse.

The day's lessons were dragging on, painfully slowly, until Cheerilee, the teacher, cleared her throat. "Class, I think it's important, today, to discuss myths, legends, and fears."

The children were surprised by this. Their teacher normally never talked about such things. They whispered among themselves, until Cheerilee rapped the chalkboard for attention. "By now, you most likely know what a legend is. It is a story that is passed down from generation to generation, often carrying similar motifs, and there's reasons for that. One of them, is to tell of great victories, or legacy's from some ancient hero. Oftentimes, they're passed down to create fear. When you have, let's say, an ancestor who faced a Shoggoth. He would surely want all of his kin to be aware of it's presence, so as to never come across it. But, sometimes, this fear cripples us, and we become afraid of our own shadows."

The little fillies and colts murmured to themselves again, as Cheerilee was starting to worry them. She took a drink of water, then continued, pacing. "We've all had to deal with fears, it could be anything. A shadow, a pattern in the cliff face, a noise. Anything has the ability to frighten us, but it can only truly do so, if we let it. Last night, one of our local bakers, Mrs. Cake, has unexpectedly disappeared."

The children again started to talk amongst themselves, even more loudly. Cheerilee looked sad. She called attention again, and wondered if she should keep pausing. It all added work for her. "Now, let's not get excited, a search party has been formed, and they are looking for her as we speak. But there was one witness. He wanted to keep his identity anonymous, but he said he saw her walking out of the house late last night. He also said that on her face was a mixture of sadness, hate, and fear. Never a good combination. He also said he tried to talk to her, but she didn't seem to hear him."

She took another drink, and started walking up and down the aisle's. "There is an old legend, from centuries ago. It tells of a great evil, almost as ancient as Princess Celestia herself. That evil, was a creature known as the Tall Colt. But today, he is more commonly and stereotypically as Slendermane."

This time, instead of hushed whispers, there were gasps of fear, and they started arguing loudly. The volume intensified, and Cheerilee had to slam her hoof on the desk to quieten them. "I know you are all frightened, but let me continue. It says he is able to call his victims to him, and that he can also corrupt their minds. He can make them his servants. Now know this, there is a recent protocol in effect for the border of Ponyville and the Everfree Forest. Nopony is allowed within ten feet of the tree line. There is a patrol on the edge of town, and if they see anypony get close, they will use force to make you cooperate. Am I clear?"

The school fillies acknowledged her in unison. She smiled weakly. "Good, now, you are all dismissed." The children gathered their things and filed out, leaving Cheerilee alone. The lonely sound of a clock filled her ears, and she went to her desk. She took out an old photograph, which depicted a bright pink unicorn, with a long, wavy mane of cyan hair. Her cutie mark depicted a garden rake and a shovel, crisscrossed together in an X shape.

'Oh, mama, why did you go? I need you now more than ever." Cheerilee wept into the photograph, nearly staining it with fresh tears. She wiped her eyes, and breathed deeply. "I never even got to say goodbye, you just disappeared. Then they said they found a body, and it was hanging from a noose, made of your... your..." She cried, and the tears fell freely, she had to put the picture down to keep from drenching it in the salty liquid. After a few minutes, she had cried until she could no more, and wiped her eyes. She had a job to do.

She would help them find it, and end this, once and for all.

Author's Note

Hello all, I hope you enjoy this story, Even though it's rubbish.

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