Scootaloo had always been that loner type. The person that felt like she didn't have anyone that could care for her like the others or even a purpose in life...Just two of the best friends in the world was what kept her together.

But only if she knew.

What if she knew there was someone? What if she had actually seen him, instead of her herself pretending he didn't exist? At least...that's how Stratus felt.

He was nothing but the outcast, the one that was never there. His name didn't fit his outlook, but whatever the case, he knows he has to at least make one person happy. To make them feel like she belonged.

This is his story through his eyes.

Tragedy, love, feelings of nothing but hopelessness, and the occasional scare.