Through Another's Eyes

“Why do I have to be here again?” asked a rather impatient and loud voice

“Like I said, you don’t have a sister, so you can’t join the Sisterhooves Social” said another voice, this time sounding more adult despite also having the similar air of impatience and boldness.

Scootaloo gave a rather loud pout, making Rainbow Dash laugh a bit. It was natural for her to feel that way, the older mare would have done the same thing too if she was denied to do something she really wanted. In her heart, Rainbow Dash truly wanted to bring her biggest fan to the Sisterhooves Social event, seeing as the filly’s best friends were also going to be there. Sadly, there was a slight flaw in that plan.

“Listen, squirt” said the rainbow maned pony as she nudged Scootaloo, making the filly wince “Maybe next year. You know, when you’re not all banged up like this”

Scootaloo gave another impatient sigh. Okay, maybe she couldn’t get a cutie mark for ghost riding, but at least she was still alive albeit barely. Her body was covered in nasty bruises and cuts, not to mention the ever popular tree sap. To this day, Scootaloo still wonders how she could be a magnet to the sticky residue.

“Note to self” the orange filly muttered to herself “Never jump off of a scooter while riding downhill. Especially if it’s Dead Mare’s Hill”

Slowly but surely, the two ponies had reached a familiar looking building, the hospital. The two of them had had their fair share of visits to the local infirmary. Too many times, in fact, that they had their own rooms to themselves. Although Scootaloo’s room was always shared with her two best friends after one of their crusades gone awfully wrong.

“Okay then, Scoots” Rainbow Dash said as she pushed the filly through the doors and turned around “You know the drill”

Part of Scootaloo wished that Rainbow Dash could actually stay with her, eventhough she knew that it was a far cry indeed. The mare was very busy, being the weather patrol mare of Ponyville and everything. In truth, Scootaloo hated the hospital. All of the sharp pointy things that the doctors have, and the glaring light thingies, and the strange whirring doohickies that she always heard about. Still, all this information would make for an entire week’s worth of insults by the Cutie Mark crusader’s unofficial leader, Apple Bloom.

Scootaloo gave an audible sigh and walked up to a small table, ringing the familiar bell that had been placed on it. It was painted yellow, orange and white, not to mention having a slightly shriller noise than the other bell on the table. This was another one of the Cutie Mark Crusader’s special items in the hospital: Their own bell.

“Coming!” said a sweet voice through the halls “Oh, Crusader. What did you do this time?”

“Crusader, Nurse Redheart” Scootaloo corrected, followed by a loud groan “Just little old me coming today”

The kind form of Nurse Redheart appeared through the halls, sporting a sort of grimace on her face. She liked foals, really. It’s just that these three fillies were much more than what the ordinary foal had in store for her.

“What did you try today?” asked the kind hearted nurse as she picked up Scootaloo “Sky diving? Roller skating? Demolition specialist?”

“Ghost driving, actually” replied Scootaloo nonchalantly “Say, do you think I could be a good demolition specialist?”

Nurse Redheart stopped abruptly as she felt a shiver run down her spine. She would never wish to see the Cutie Mark Crusaders Demolition Specialists, especially after the events of the Cutie Mark Crusaders Soldiers. Nopony knew where they got all those armed weapons, and most likely nopony wanted to know. Still, soldiers!

“I can’t wait to tell the others! It’s gonna be so cool!” chimed Scootaloo as she was placed on a familiar bed, her own hospital bed “Maybe tomorrow!”

“Well, why don’t you try something less dangerous for a change?” said the nurse meekly, her mind still racing as the thoughts of destruction the three fillies would do raced through her mind “Maybe something like dancers, or singers. Maybe even interior designers!”

“But that’s boring!” chirped Scootaloo once more, huffing loudly as she pouted “Just, help me out today, will you?”

Nurse Redheart only nodded kindly. She was used to the filly’s inconsiderate behaviour anyway. No point in trying to teach her some manners.

After several antagonising minutes, the filly was finally covered in bandages and plasters. It would take a few hours for her to be truly healed; a few hours until she actually had to be fitted with some new bandages. Oh well, all in a day’s work she guessed.

“Looks like little Scooty Wootzy just isn’t so good at ghost driving” Nurse Redheart said as she made an adoring face, making Scootaloo frown rather widely.

The mare had adopted that nickname for Scootaloo for months already, making her fellow crusaders also find some good joke material for weeks. Oh, how she hated that nickname. Not only did it sound girly and disgusting, it wasn’t even cool in the first place!

“Don’t call me that!” yelled Scootaloo, making Nurse Redheart laugh. She liked it when Scootaloo was ticked off.

Boing

The sound resonated through the hospital walls once, making the two ponies perk up. There was only one other mare that had her own special room and bell besides the Cutie Mark Crusaders and Rainbow Dash; a mare that was known widely as the local mailmare of Ponyville.

“Derpy…” sighed Nurse Redheart, slapping her face with her fore hoof “Must be time for her eye test…”

“Not to worry, dear Redheart!” said another voice, a rather eccentric voice that held a sort of enthusiasm “I’ll take care of this one”

The sight of a brown stallion walking past the door could be seen by both ponies in the room. The pony was wearing a doctor’s coat and had a stethoscope slung around his neck. Funnily enough, his wild orange mane looked a lot like a giant muffin. The very thought of it made Scootaloo very hungry.

“New doctor?” Scootaloo asked, realising she had never seen the pony before in the hospital

“Oh yes, actually” answered Nurse Redheart with another sigh “Doctor Muffintop or much rather known as Horse, M.D. He’s a kind fellow, but I don’t think he’s ready for somepony like Derpy Hooves”

“With a hairstyle like that, I’m sure he’s gonna have a real hard time”

“OUCH! Get off me, you!” screamed the stallion from behind the walls, confirming their suspicions.
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“Let me tell you this once more, Miss Doo” said Doctor Muffintop rather loudly “My mane is not a muffin!”

“But it just looks so tasty!” said Ditzy Doo as she sat on the doctor, munching happily on the bright orange mane “And it’s real soft and fluffy and… wait, you’re not my octopus”

“I think you mean optometrist, Miss Doo” the doctor said once again as he tried to yank the mare off of his mane “And let me go!”

RIPP!

The sound echoed throughout the halls of the hospital rather loudly, followed by an even louder scream. Doctor Muffintop ran back into his private room, locking the door away and sat in a foetal position as Nurse Redheart and Scootaloo came into view. Eventhough he was locked in his room, Nurse Redheart knew this must be what the doctor was doing; he’s done it tons of times before already.

“Hi there, Redheart!” said the wall eyed mailmare as she spat out a large chunk of orange hair from her mouth “I think it’s time for my eye test!”

Scootaloo sighed once more as Nurse Redheart brought the mare into the eye test room. Maybe she could cross out Cutie Mark Crusaders Doctors from the list; it sure wasn’t worth it to lose a huge chunk of hair from her mane. She then trotted back to her room. Maybe a bit of rest would do fine.
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An hour had passed since the tragic hair muffin event, and Scootaloo was pretty sure she was fine by that time. She slowly got off the bed and trotted away, taking off her bandages in the process. Maybe if she hurried, she could make it to see The Race that was the main event in the Sisterhooves Social. She was just about to reach Sweet Apple Acres when an entire hoofful of ponies started going through the gates, leaving the farm behind.

“I didn’t make it…” mused Scootaloo to no one in particular as she started kicking the ground, thinking about her bad luck

“Well, wasn’t that fun?”

“Yeah, Dinky and Sparkler sure did great!”

“Where are those two, anyway?”

“Off celebrating, probably”

She was just about to turn around and head straight home when the sight of two ponies caught her eyes. No, her eyes must be lying. She had just left the hospital, and no doubt she had seen the mare still struggling with her eyes exam. Surely Derpy couldn’t be in two places at once!

“Derpy, how’d you do it?” screamed Scootaloo, running through the crowd and pounced on the unsuspecting mare, knocking her down

“What? What did I do?!” started Ditzy Doo in a fit of panic, unsure of what she had done.

“Be in two places at once! Come on, tell me!” squealed Scootaloo again

The filly was about to ask once more when she felt herself getting pulled upwards. After a few seconds, she was dropped on her flank rather roughly. She looked at the pony that was guilty of doing this when the sight of a light brown stallion with an hourglass cutie mark stared back at her. His eyes were a mix of surprise, fear and confusion.

“Hey there. How’s it goin’?” said Scootaloo sheepishly, obviously intimidated by the stallion before her

“Just pretend that nothing happened, okay?” the stallion said rather quickly “Too much trouble to go explaining about the time space continuum and cause a rip in the very fabric of space and time itself. I’ve had enough time paradoxes already. Come on, Ditzy. Allons-y”

“Coming, Doctor!” said the grey mare after dusting herself off

Scootaloo only watched the two ponies walk away, conversing about some strange events. It was strange, really. She was sure she’s never seen the pony before, but then again maybe she did. There was something really wrong about that brown pony and she was going to find out!

“Hey Scootaloo, what took ya so long?” asked a young filly with a southern accent

“Yeah, you missed the Sisterhooves Social!” said another, this time sounding a little cracked at places

“Guys, wanna go spying?” Scootaloo said as she turned around and faced her two best friends.

The two fillies made hasty nods of approvals, eager to try and earn a cutie mark for spying. They put their hooves together and chanted their team name before running off after the two ponies.

Needless to say, they never got their cutie marks and they went back home covered in eggs and chicken feathers.