Forewarning Letter

by BlabideeblahMLP

Rating: teen
Tags: Scootaloo, Sad, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 993

Please, Scootaloo. For the love of Celestia, read this, and you'll know everything.

What's a letter doing on your bed? I'm sure that's your question. Well, read it and find out.

Cover art by the majestic PhiliChez.

Published 2014-10-28 15:50:06 UTC
Last updated 2014-10-28 15:50:06 UTC

Don't You Worry

Author's Note

This was written over the course of 3 hours, as a Halloween celebration. Enjoy.

Don't You Worry

Hey there, Scoots. I just decided to drop this letter off before you're not able read it. It's really important. Please, for the love of Celestia, read this. A big thing is going to go down when you're through with this, and you won't be able to understand unless you do what I ask and read this.

I know your life is hard. You talk to me whenever you get the chance, and from what I've gotten, your life sucks, and you've got no choice but to swallow. Ever since Applebloom got her cutie mark, things just went downhill for you. Life went by, and you and your friends grew up. Well, I guess now "friends" isn't the proper word. I can't believe they abandoned you the way they did. Just because you haven't gotten the hang of flying yet, they just...fucking left you. All because Applebloom got her cutie mark, and Sweetie Belle mastered magic.

Now that you didn't have anyone to back you up, you started getting bullied even more than you already do. I wasn't there when they did it. I'm so, so sorry I wasn't. I didn't know that they crushed your wings. I didn't know that they abused you, physically and verbally. When I did find out, I was surprised it didn't descend into rape.

I tried to fix it, Scoots. Really, I did. I tracked down each and every last pony who hurt you that day and beat them up as best I could. One of them's still in a coma, if it makes you feel better. I think his name was Loud Thunder. But I couldn't fully fix it, now that your wings were gone. It took you a day to get out of the hospital, but I was so caught up in my own flying that I never heard about it.

I wasn't there for you when you ran home and cried. I wasn't there when you begged for me to love you. I wasn't there when you needed me. And now, your life is broken. Even after I gave those assholes what they deserved, I felt so horrible about it that I tried to cut off my own wings. I just couldn't do it. I'm such a selfish bitch.

I tried to keep watch over you, but from what I've seen, nothing is going to get better, not even if I try to give you a life again. It'll all be useless. Your friends abandoned you, you lost your wings, and you still haven't found your special talent. Something to be proud of. Maybe if you had a little more luck, none of this would be happening. But apparently Celestia hates you, because luck is something you just don't have.

You're never going to fly now, and it's my fault. Something you tried to do all your life, and something I did my best to help you out with. We spent so much effort together teaching you how to get yourself in the air, and all of it was thrown away by my absence. I know I said it an ton of times already, but I wasn't there, dammit. This is why you're reading this. Because I wasn't there. At least I'm taking the blame like I should be.

Fuck me, Scootaloo. It's really hard for me to do this. A part of me still doesn't want to. I know it's for the best, but a tiny piece of me disagrees. I keep telling myself I'm doing you the ultimate favor, and hopefully this can set more than just your direction right. Maybe you can talk to Sweetie Belle once this is over. How she got lost in the Everfree, I don't know. But a timberwolf found her. Now she's gone.

You're just a filly, Scoots. You shouldn't be forced to live like this. That's why I'm making sure you won't have to. If you've gotten this far, I'm probably at the door of your house. I should be knocking on your bedroom door soon. Don't be afraid to open it. Heaven is out there, Scootaloo. If you see a shiny thing in my hoof, it's a bread knife. While I was writing this, I thought maybe I should kill myself after you're dead, but I would probably go to Tartarus. All because I wasn't helping you. I'll fix it. I'm helping you now. At this point, I'm at your door. I'm listening to you read this aloud. I'm crying as quiet as I can right now.

I'm trying to make up for the loyalty I didn't show back there, Scoots. I know you're scared, but don't be. Once this is all over, you'll find something worthwhile in the afterlife. All I can say before I come in is this: When I raise the knife over your heart, close your eyes one last time, and feel a final moment of something good before you die. Before I kill you, and give you what you need.

I guess that's all I can give you. This letter, and this one final gift. I hope you understand that I'm doing this for you. It may seem like I'm just being ruthless, but let me tell you a small fact, Scoots: When all else fails, I mercy-kill. I've done it before: To my depressed brother, my sick friend Rain...I mean shit, Tank's an old turtle, and he can't live nicely much longer. So, at least, you should know that what I'm doing is something I've done before and will never get used to.

You probably know who I am by now, but I guess I've got to put my signature anyway.

I still love you.

-Rainbow Dash

P.S. The second you finish this letter, I'll knock.

A small rapping noise came from Scootaloo's bedroom door.