Author's Note

Hey guys, wrote this one to get my creative juices flowing. Also, the hand-cannon isn't a actual miniature cannon. It's pretty much a flintlock pistol. Buts it's pretty huge, mainly because it's meant for Griffin use.

Anyway, stay golden and I'll see you all however long from now.

Sweet nothings

The fallen soldier

Special chapter.

"Just pull the trigger." Scott advised.

"But doesn't it... You know, kick?" Fluttershy responded, holding the weapon out.

"Yeah. Recoil is something you can't remove. But it's alright!" Scott spoke sweetly. "It doesn't kick that much." He finished.

"O-okay." Flutters spoke, before raising the pistol up.

Scott noticed Fluttershy's arms trembling from the weight of the small gun. So he stepped behind her and reached around, gently grabbing her wrist. The pistol stopped shaking, but Fluttershy herself started shaking. So one step forward, but two steps back.

"W-W-What are you d-doing!" She squealed.

"Helping you." Scott whispered, causing Fluttershy to tremble in response. "Now." Scott continued, "Close your non-dominant eye or leave both open, whatever seems easier."

Fluttershy's squeezed an eye shut and took aim. She didn't like it, so she switched to using both eyes.

"Ready?" Scott asked.

Fluttershy nodded and opened her mouth to say something. "Ye-"

"Hey! Why don't you two fuck and get it over with eh?! I wanna shoot too y'know!" Yelled the ever so brash Rainbow Dash.

Fluttershy went beet red and turned to scold Dash. But accidentally pulled the trigger.

*BANG!!*

The gunshot echoed through the forest. And not long after, a scream of pure terror followed. Fluttershy's immediate reaction to firing the gun was to throw it into the air. Scott's quick reflexes allowed him to maneuver around her and snatch it out of the air. He flipped the safety on and ejected the magazine, before pulling the slide back and catching the cartridge out of the air.

He breath a sigh of relief, "Flutteshy!" He scolded, "Don't ever do that again!" He laid the pistol and magazine on a table next to him.

Fluttershy's face turned a even darker shade of red. "I-I-I-I." She stuttered, trying to find her train of thought.

Rainbow appeared from nowhere and quickly snatched the pistol and its ammo, she loaded the weapon faster than Scott thought she could. Then she proceeded to empty the entire magazine into the targets.

"And that!" She blew onto the barrel of the gun. "Is how you do it."

Scott forgot about Fluttershy long enough to say, "Cool, now you can load the magazine, since you decided to use it all."

Rainbow threw her arms in the air, "What!? But that's soooooo boring."

Scott retorted, "Yeah. Maybe next time you'll reconsider doing that. You just blew 13 bits worth of materials. And keep the damn pistol down, don't wave it like that."

Rainbow shot back with, "So! It's empty! And besides, money hasn't slowed you down at all! I don't even know how you afford half the crap you have!"

As the two bickered. Fluttershy sat alone at a picnic table Scott built. Her thoughts were on the past, specifically a few moments ago. She remembered the feeling of Scott's burly arms wrapped around her, the sweet whispers into her ear.

Then she remembered the cool touch of his metal arm.

And then she frowned.