Scootalong to the Cheer

Chapters

A Story from Cheerilee
Panicking with Scootaloo
Scootaloo and Diamond Tiara go shopping for Miss Cheerilee, YAY!
An evening at Berry's
The Warpath
RAGE

A Story from Cheerilee

A lone mare sat in the classroom of Ponyville's school. She cloaked herself in a long black warm looking cloak, despite it being springtime. She sat in silence, rage and anger encompassing her very being.

And than a soft knock came to the door, barely audible.

The mare smiled a wicked smile. She had been waiting for that knock.

"ENTER." she yelled.

Slowly, ever so slowly, the door opened, and an earth pony stallion walked in. His fur was a bright orange, with a messy dark brown mane. Upon his flank was a wagon's wheel.

And a sudden gust of wind shut the door behind him with a loud bang.

He stared at the interior of the schoolhouse. The room seemed to be filled with darkness, the curtains drawn closed, only a lone candle at the other end of the room providing light. The light did very little remove the feeling of dread that permeated from all corners of the room. He swore he could hear an organ playing a most frightening tune, and off in the distance, he heard a crow cry.

For the first time in many years, he knew true fear.

And than he saw the cloaked figure at the head of the room, her face obscured, waves of black anger radiating from her very soul to permeate the room.

"Miss Cheerilee" he began. "I....just got the note from my daughter, and.."

"SIT" Cheerilee interrupted, pointing at a what would in any other circumstance be considered a very comfortable chair.

The stallion immediately rushed to the chair and sat.

"HEAVY ROLLER" Cheerilee said. "YOUR DAUGHTER'S BEHAVIOR HAS BEEN MOST REPREHENSIBLE ON THIS DAY, AND IT IS TIME TO DISCUSS A COURSE OF ACTION TO DETERMINE THE MOST EFFICIENT MANNER TO RECTIFY THIS SITUATION."

"I hereby leave my decorative shot glass collection to my brother High. The rest of my estate shall be auctioned off to the highest bidder, the bits to be put into a savings account, to only be accessible to my daughter upon her coming of age..." Heavy Roller began silently reciting his will to himself.

"AND IT WAS UPON THIS DAY THAT I HAVE SUMMONED YOU HERE! NOW HEAR ME OUT AS WE COME TO THE OPTIMUM SOLUTION!!!" Cheerilee shouted again.

You know, she actually sounds kind of funny.... Heavy Roller though to himself.

Heavy Roller breathed in a deep breath, than immediately relaxed. "Ok, before we continue, can you stop with the Royal Ominous Voice thing? You don't exactly pull it off very well."

"Er....well...."

"And do you gotta wear that cloak? I mean, seriously, it's hot as Tartarus in here!"

"I'm not taking off the cloak." I can't take off the cloak

"Oh come on, I can tell you're sweating, and seriously, if you wanna have a serious discussion concerning my daughter's behavior, we have be open with each other, and the cloak creates a level of intimidation that will only make things difficult."

"Crap" Cheerilee thought to herself.

"Do you promise not to laugh?"

"What?" The stallion asked, expecting many responses besides that one.

"Do you promise not to laugh?" Cheerilee repeated.

"I promise." Heavy Roller said, in as honest a voice as he could muster.

This won't end well Cheerilee thought I really don't even wanna be here......

Cheerilee slowly removed the cloak that shrouded her form.

To his credit, Heavy Roller did not laugh.

He did not laugh when he saw the fact that Cheerilee was wearing an eye patch,that she was wearing a bandage around her head, that a giant piece of her mane was missing, that her right foreleg bore a color scheme similar to that of a rainbow, or that the rest of her fur was matted with mud.

HE DID NOT LAUGH.

He did, however, scream at a pitch several octaves higher than one would think was possible for a stallion his age. And he would swear on his deathbed that he never screamed at that pitch.

After taking a moment to catch his breath, Heavy Roller already knew the answer, but he felt he had to ask anyway.

"Scootaloo did all this in one day!?"

Cheerilee nodded, her face red with embarrassment.

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My little pony, My little pony
Ahh ahh ahh ahhh...
My little pony
Friendship never meant that much to me
My little pony
But you're all here and now I can see
Stormy weather; Lots to share
A musical bond; With love and care
Teaching laughter; It's an easy feat,
And magic makes it all complete!
You have my little ponies
How'd I ever make so many true friends?

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Cheerilee kept her head down, staring down at her hooves (doing her best to ignore the rainbow colored one) and hoping that Heavy Roller wasn't staring, or silently laughing at her, or thinking of telling everyone he knew about her current state, or-

"Miss Cheerilee?" Heavy Roller asked.

"Yes Mr. Roller?"how long had I been staring at my hooves?

"I...realize this is supposed to be a serious discussion between two adults, but...."

Cheerilee gulped, nervousness permeating her being.

"....I have to ask, how exactly did Scootaloo manage to do all of this?"

"That's.....actually a good question. I still have trouble believing all this happened...."

"Well, considering the fact I have nothing else planned for the rest of the day, and that my daughter is the one responsible, I am all for talking about this."

Ah well, not like I have anything to lose Cheerilee thought to herself. "It all started this morning....

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It all started about 30 minutes before school would start for the day. I was sitting at my desk, looking over the days lesson plans, and eating a nice breakfast of coffee and a hay sandwich.

Through the walls, I could kids outside, playing out in the yard. I'm honestly kind of envious at how much energy foals have.

And than I heard a sound that was concurrent with a baseball smashing through a window and suddenly felt a very sharp pain on my head.

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"And that's why I have a bandage on my head."

Heavy Roller's gaze darted from Cheerilee eyes to the bandage she dawned on her head.

"...you got hit with a baseball in the head early in the morning, and yet you went through the rest of the school day with that injury?"

"Yes."

Is she made of iron or something? Heavy Roller thought to himself. Than another thought occurred to him.

"Wait, how did you know Scootaloo was responsible for this?"

"Welllll....."

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"Oh dear sweet Luna, Cheerilee, I am SO sorry, please don't expel me, I DIDN'T MEAN TO HIT THE BALL THROUGH THE WINDOW!!!!!!!!!!!"

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"Oh."

Silence.

"So" Heavy Roller sighed "What happened next?"

"Arts and crafts happened......."

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"Ok class" I called out to the class, trying very hard to ignore the fact that all the eyes were glued to the bandage "today for arts and crafts, we're gonna design flyers for next weeks school talent show! I want you all to do the best you can! Remember class, these flyers will be posted around town!"

I walked around the class, checking the students progress. Everything was progressing regularly.

And then Scootaloo, right on schedule, got frustrated.

"This isn't working! Dumb flyer!" she yelled, just as she usually does when she gets frustrated during an arts project.

What she did differently this time was she tossed her project in the air in frustration. Usually she just rips to shreds and lets the pieces fall to the floor.

No, for some reason, she chose to throw her project into the air in frustration.

And it landed right in my mane.

I became painfully aware of three basic facts at this point.

One, it landed face down.

Two, Scootaloo used a truly superfluous and exuberant amount of glue.

Three, the glue was very very sticky and it was CAUGHT IN MY MANE!!!!

No, I did not scream "get it off"!

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Heavy Roller shot a look at Cheerilee that said "Seriously?"

Cheerilee sighed.

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"GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF!" I yelled.

I'm not really sure what happened right after that. All I know is that chaos ensued for about 30 seconds.

And than a loud sound broke through all of that.

RRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I prayed to Luna that sound was paper ripping.

It was not the sound of paper ripping.

Scootaloo had gotta the paper off of my head. And with it, a good portion of my mane.

In retrospect, the look on Scootaloo's face was pretty funny.

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"Didn't that hurt?"

"Not really. I was too focused on the very sticky paper on my head.....and now I'm worried about how I'm supposed to deal with my mane."

"You know, you could always try combing over-"

"NO!" Cheerilee yelled. "I am FAR too young to have a comb over! I am not some old grandma! I'm too young for this!!!!"

Note to self: never talk about her age. Heavy Roller wisely added that advice to his rules of life.

"The next incident" Cheerilee continued "Was during lunchtime"

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I was sitting under a tree during lunchtime, calmly eating my lunch. The students kept a 30 foot radius from me. Every so often, one of them would stare, but would quickly leave. Until Scootaloo came along.

"Um...Miss Cheerilee?" she said, her voice absolutely dripping with apology and general sorry.

I admit, part of me just wanted me to tell her to go away, what with the giant bandage of my head and the giant portion of my mane sitting in a trash can. But I couldn't do that. One of the reasons I became a teacher was to always be there for my students, no matter what.

"Yes Scootaloo?"

She stared down at her hooves, shifting her weight around nervously.

"I....." She shook her head "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do any of that to you. It was all an accident."

I could feel my heart breaking. She was crying.

"Please don't hate me...." she cried.

I gasped. "Scootaloo! I could never hate any of my students."

"R-really?"

"Really. You're all very special to me. Now dry those tears. You have nothing to worry about. I will never hate you."

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"That is so adorable." Heavy Roller commented genuinely.

Cheerilee's face turned red.

"So I'm guessing things didn't stay so good, am I right?"

Cheerilee nodded.

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"I....um....I have a present for you...."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, it's a jar of Liquid Rainbow!"

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Cheerilee stared down at her right foreleg. Heavy Roller also stared at it.

"So, that's how...."

"Yeah."

..........

"How exactly did it end up from being in a jar to coating your entire leg?"

"Honestly, I'm still confused on that part."

..........

"Actually, now that I think about it, why would she even have a jar of that stuff?" Cheerilee pondered.

"She like to dip her chips in it." Heavy Roller answered. "Honestly, I'm surprised her digestion can handle it. That stuff is easily the hottest, spiciest stuff I've ever eaten."

"So for the afternoon, the class had a special guest to discuss how the night court operates......."

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"Behold as the Great and Powerful Trixie AMAZES you with feats of daring beyond your wildest imaginations!!!"

The class instantly became very excited. I admit, I would have loved to see her perform a magic show as much as the students did. Unfortunately, sometimes a teacher has to reign in her students. Or in this case, her guest speakers.

"Trixie" I sighed. "We talked about this. You're here to talk about government, not perform a magic show."

Trixie looked at me. Than she her eyes went wide. "What happened to you?" she asked, a bit louder than I think she intended.

I heard a noise that sounded like a soft scream of anguish from back of the class. "Nothing out of the ordinary. Teacher's go through this kinda stuff every day." I said, with as straight a face as I could muster, given the circumstances. "Now then Representative, would you be so kind as to explain to the class what role the Night Court plays in Equestria?"

I admit it was a bit mean to make such a demand, what with Trixie being so surprised at my condition and me appearing to shake it off like it was nothing, but she immediately complied. I should talk to her later and explain what actually happened, lest she thinks all the children in town are little Tartarus raisers.

"The Night Court was first established in the 13th year of the Lunarian Calendar." she began to address the class. I could tell she was nervous, perhaps a bit fearful, of what these kids might do to her.

I really do need to explain everything to her.

But I digress. It was about 30 minutes into her lecture when it happened. She was talking about a recent visit she took to the Night Court.

"Blah blah blah blah blabbity blah blah blah."

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"You weren't even paying attention to what she was saying!!?" Heavy Roller was a bit shocked at that. And here I thought she paid attention to everything that happens"

"I should probably get back on subject" Cheerilee thought nervously. "Anyway, while Trixie was lecturing the class, Scoo-"

"What were you doing that distracted you so much?"

"Oh no. I can't answer that. I'll be humiliated....wait a minute, I'm wearing an eye patch, I'm covered in mud, half my mane is missing, my leg is rainbow colored, and I have a bandage on my head.......

"I was reading the newspaper. I didn't get the chance to this morning, and I was too frustrated during lunch to do it. I knew Trixie would be able to handle the class on her own....in retrospect, if I was paying more attention, perhaps I wouldn't be wearing an eye patch right now....."

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Trixie was continuing to lecture about the Night Court to the class, and the role is served in Equestria's government. And I was reading....well, I don't remember the exact article. My eyes were wide and unblinking, taking my time with the paper, since I knew Trixie would be talking for awhile.

I wish I would have been taking a nap like I originally wanted to, but my dedication to the job stopped me from doing that.

So I read the newspaper, stopping every so often to make sure everypony in class was paying attention. About 45 minutes after Trixie's presentation started....

".....and that, colts and fillies, is why you should never, ever put candy on your pizza before going through a security checkpoint headed by the captain of the guard..."

You know, I wish I had been paying more attention. That sounds like a really cool story.

It was at that moment that I decided to check on the class.

I looked up from the paper, and I saw it. A paper glider heading straight for me.

Alas, I could not dodge it in time. It hit me right in my eye.

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"Wait a minute" Heavy Roller interrupted. "A paper glider might hurt a bit, but you wouldn't need an eyepatch for it"

"Ordinarily, I'd agree with you, but......" Cheerilee trailed off. "Mr. Roller, have you ever gotten a paper cut?"

"Yeah. Kinda hurt, but...." His eyes suddenly widened as he stared at Cheerilee.

She stared back, unflinching resolve in her visible eye.

"I-I didn't even know it was possible to get a paper cut on your eyeball...."

"Neither did I. Thank Luna Trixie knew some basic medical spells to stop the bleeding and make sure my vision would be alright....."

"And the paper glider belonged to Scootaloo?" Heavy asked weakly, knowing the answer already.

"Yes. Apparently, Scootaloo had been having an argument with Diamond Tiara via notes written on paper gliders, and Scootaloo threw the last note a bit too hard."

"....this might seem horribly immature, but what did the note say?"

"It said, and I quote" Cheerilee cleared her throat "Up yours"

Both Heavy Roller and Cheerilee stared for a moment, than both of them began to laugh.

"Hahaha....That's my girl!" Heavy Roller finally managed to speak, catching his breath.

"Hehehe.....I would have loved to read all the notes. I bet it was a very engaging conversation."

Both of their laughter slowly died down.

Cheerilee sighed for what felt like the hundredth time since their conversation started. "There's.....Well, there's one more thing that Scootaloo did, but it happened outside of school hours, so...."

"You better tell me about it anyway. If I don't hear about it now, I'm sure SOMEONE in town will tell me about."

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After the....incident with the paper glider, Trixie volunteered to keep track of the kids for the rest of the day, which was only about another 45 minutes.

I slept through those 45 minutes. Or at least tried to. After everything that had happened, I just wanted to relax. Just go to the spa get PAMPERED!

And get the rainbow out of my leg. I ran it under the hose for a good ten minutes and it refused to wash out.

I was walking through the alleyways towards the spa once I finally worked up the courage to walk out of the schoolhouse. I didn't take the main road though, since I wanted to keep the ponies who saw in my state to a bare minimum.

I should have gotten back onto the main road when I got to a particularly muddy alley.

I admit, I was a bit confused. I had thought some of the weather pegasus needed to drain a cloud there for some reason.

I was right in saying it was a Pegasus who did it. I was wrong in thinking it was a weather Pegasus.

Suddenly, Scootaloo came riding along on a surfboard, somehow surfing on the mud, with a giant grin on her face.

Than she rode by me and splashed me head to tail in mud.

She made a full stop, and stared. She looked....scared. Very scared.

I stared back, doing my absolute best to not look mad. or annoyed. or even slightly flustered.

"M.... Miss Cheerilee......." She sounded frightened.

I wasn't sure what I should say at that point. I just stared for a few seconds.

Luckily, I was only about a block away from the spa. I decided to just walk away and head to the spa without saying anything.

I got to the spa.....and....there was a note on the door.

Big convention in Las Pegasus. Back next week

Aloe & Lotus

Panicking with Scootaloo

Big convention in Las Pegasus. Back next week

Aloe & Lotus

Cheerilee read the note that was on the door of the local Spa. She hoped beyond hope that she had somehow read it incorrectly. She silently prayed to the Shepherd of the Moon, the Caretaker of the Sun, the Mistress of the Star Beasts, the Sovereign of the Three Tribes, the Ruler of the Land of Equestria, Her Royal Majesty, Princess Luna Equestris that the sign was not saying what it was, in fact, saying.

I...have.....endured.....ENOUGH

Cheerilee calmly reached into her saddlebag, revealing a black cloak which she draped over herself, than immediately spun around, walking back towards the alley where she had last seen Scootaloo. She found the dreaded target of her ire still sitting in the alley, right where she had left her. She stomped loudly towards the young filly, garnering her attention immediately.

"SCOOTALOO" Cheerilee stated simply, her eyes staring into Scootaloo's very SOUL.

I leave my doll-action figure-collection to Sweetie Belle. The rest of my possessions are to be donated to charity Scootaloo thought to herself. "Yes Miss Cheerilee?"

"TELL ME, DEAR CHILD, YOUR FATHER IS HOME AT THIS TIME, CORRECT?!"

Scootaloo nodded furiously, desperately trying to not wet herself.

Cheerilee very calmly pulled a quill and scroll out of her saddlebags, quickly wrote something down, and handed the scroll to Scootaloo.

"YOU SHALL DELIVER THIS MISSIVE TO YOUR FATHER IMMEDIATELY. I SHALL BE WAITING AT THE SCHOOLHOUSE. DO NOT TRY TO BACK OUT OF THIS RESPONSIBILITY. IF YOU DO, I WILL KNOW. AND THAT WOULD MAKE ME MOST FURIOUS."

Scootaloo ran faster than she had ever ran before, weaving her way between buildings and ponies alike, until she arrived at her destination: Heavy Roller's Wagon, Kart and Wheel Repair Shop. Or as she called it, Home.

She stopped at the front door, caught her breath, and walked through the door as calmly as she could muster, navigating the wheels and wagons of varying states of repair that populated the first floor of her home, otherwise known as the garage area, until she slowly made it to the stairs that lead to the living room.

Scootaloo gulped, and slowly climbed up the stairs.

She saw her father sitting at the table that sat in the middle of the sparsely decorated room, his back to her.

Better get this over with.... Scootaloo thought "Dad?"

Heavy Roller's ear twitched slightly, than he turned, greeting Scootaloo with a huge smile on his face "Heya there Scoots! How was school today?"

Please don't freak out, please don't freak out, pleasedon'tfreakout "School was, um.....I got sent home with a note, and I think you might need to go to the school for a parent teacher conference, please don't be mad at me!"

Scootaloo thrust the note forward.

Heavy Roller stared down at his daughter. I'd better just read the note and do what it says. She might freak out otherwise. He calmly took the note from Scootaloo, opened it gently, and read it to himself.

Your presence is requested at the schoolhouse so that we may discuss Scootaloo's behavior.

Cheerilee

"So....interesting day at school then?"

Heavy Roller realized saying that was a mistake when he saw the tears forming in Scootaloo's eyes.

"It was all an accident" she choked out, not daring to look up, choosing to instead stare at the ground.

She felt a soft pat upon her head "It's ok Scootaloo. I'm sure Cheerilee understands that. I'll go talk to her and get all of this squared away. Everything will be fine."

"th....thanks dad...."

"Dry those tears. And then once all this is figured out, we'll go out to eat."

Scootaloo looked up, holding back any further tears from her eyes. "I...I'd like that. Thanks dad." She smiled.

She continued to smile as her dad walked down the stairs. She smiled as she heard his hoofsteps upon ground.

She stopped smiling once she heard the front door slam shut.

"I AM SO GOING TO DIE!!!!" She yelled. "Cheerilee will talk to my dad, and he'll believe her, and I'll be punished, even though what happened was really bad, but I didn't mean to hurt her, but even Trixie said in today's lecture that once is coincidence, twice is conspiracy, but it happened at LEAST a hundred times in one day! MY LIFE IS OVER!!!!!!"

I'll be DOOMED!" Scootaloo banged her head against the wall with a loud *THUD*.

"DOOMED!" *THUD* "DOOMED!' *THUD* "DOOMED!!!!!" *THUD*

*CLUNK*

Scootaloo's attention was drawn towards a picture that had fallen off of the wall. She slowly walked over to the picture.

The picture was a several year old picture of a Pegasus Mare, wearing the armor of a Night Guard soldier, her black fur contrasting greatly with the purple mane that peeked out from under her helmet. Upon her face, she wore a smile.

The tears from Scootaloo's eyes suddenly dried. A look of determination came upon her face. "I'm not doomed yet. I can still make up for this. Mom wouldn't have given up, and neither will I!"

She ran into her room, grabbing an empty saddlebag and a small child wagon. She brought both with her downstairs, where her scooter was parked. She hitched the wagon to the scooter, tossed the saddlebags into the wagon, than rode out the front door, her wings flapping as fast as they were able to.

As she sped through the town, she began to formulate her course of action in her head.

First things first. I'm gonna need some bits to get a nice gift to start things off. I don't have enough time to get a part time job, and I can't just get the money from dad. And I can't go to the bank, not since the time me and Sweetie Belle played Cops and Robbers in there....

She chuckled to herself, recalling all the mayhem that had resulted from that.

I guess the only other option is to see if I can borrow money from one of my classmates....but the only ponies I've seen walk into class with alot of money have been Dinky....though she had to save up up for a YEAR for that....and...no, I can't ask her for a favor...She'll never lend me the bits...She'll never let me forget I had to ask for help....I can't ask Diamond Tiara for help....

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"Miss Tiara" a young green furred orange maned unicorn wearing a particularly frilly maid uniform said, just loud enough so she could be heard through the closed door where her bosses daughter currently resided "there is a young filly at the door requesting an audience with you."

"Pffft. Tell her I'm not home. Silver Spoon is still off visiting relatives, so who else would wanna come visit?"

"She was very insistent upon seeing you as soon as possible miss."

"I told you to tell her I'm not home!"

"I...um....may have already told her you were home" The maid squeaked.

"THEN TELL HER TO LEAVE!" The door shook slightly at the roar of her voice.

"Miss, once she learned that you were home, she said she would not leave until she talked to you"

Silence for a second. "FINE! Since you're so USELESS at your JOB!, I'll tell her to go home MYSELF! Where is she!?"

"rightdownstairsinthelivingroommaampleasedon'thurtme" the maid blurted out.

The door slammed open and Diamond Tiara walked out, her posture portraying a level of grace and annoyance beyond what she usually walked around with. Her tiara sparkled in the light before she turned to the maid. "And once I'm done with her, I'll be speaking to my father about you."

The maid stayed silent, afraid to further annoy the young filly.

As Diamond Tiara thought to herself as she walked down the stairs. This filly chose the WRONG time to mess with me. It's bad enough that Silver Spoon had to RUIN our plans for the talent show by leaving town to visit her dumb relatives, but NOW I have a stupid maid to deal with, AND this jerk filly who wants to bother me as I figure out a new act! Oh, she's gonna get it good!

Diamond Tiara took her time walking to the living room, relishing the opportunity to vent off some stress.

As she entered the room, she began her rant "Hey, you! I know that STUPID maid let you in, but you can take your flank and-"

She stopped very suddenly when she saw who was sitting on the couch.

Oh my god, it's Scootaloo, and she's in my house, this is like a dream come true and- FOCUS DIAMOND! You can't mess this up. Be nice. But wait, you have a reputation to uphold! But we're not in public, so I could be nice to her, maybe have her become my friend, that would be so fabulous! BECAUSE SHE'S AWESOME!!!!! But wait, she would tell EVERYONE about what happens! Oh, I don't know what to DO!!!!!!

"Are you ok? Your face is all red" Scootaloo stated, breaking Diamond Tiara's thoughts.

"I-I'm just fine! What's it to you?" NO! For once in your life, don't be a bully!!

"I'm sorry, you looked a bit sick, and I was just being nice and asking if you were ok!"

"I don't NEED some filly asking me about my health!" but thank you for caring.....

The room fell into silence for a few grievously long seconds.

Scootaloo sighed. "Look, I'm here to discuss business, alright?"

That only served to confuse Diamond Tiara even further than the sight of the most stunning pegasus in the world suddenly being in her house. "Business? When did you become a business pony?"

"Look, just let me speak, than I'll get out of your mane, alright?"

DT thought for a moment, than walked to the couch, and sat next to Scootaloo (thought not as close to Scootaloo as she would have liked [not that she would ever admit that]) and cleared her throat. "Very well then. I shall spare some of my valuable time to hear your....business. But make it quick. I am a busy mare with a busy schedule."

Damnit! Don't tell her to make it quick!....I wish she would stick around......NO! It would be bad if she hung around too long..... Diamond Tiara began to wish she could make up its mind about what it did and didn't want.

"I'll get straight to the point: I need to borrow some bits."

...so she isn't here because of who I am. She's here because of what my father has accomplished.....just like everyone else......and here I thought someone as magnificent as her would be different....

Diamond Tiara tried to hide the look of pain in her voice as she spoke. "Out."

"huh?"

"Get out of my house!!"

"What?"

"I'm not going to give you any bits. If you want bits, go get a job. I refuse to be some kind of sugar mare just so you can get a new scooter or whatever it is you want to buy with your bits. So leave. NOW!" Diamond Tiara stared with the best death glare she could muster at Scootaloo.

A look of realization crossed Scootaloo's face. Of course! She probably has ponies bothering her for money all the time! "It's not for me. It's for Miss Cheerilee."

WHAT!?!?!?!? Diamond Tiara's jaw dropped at that revelation.

"b....b...." Diamond Tiara shook her head, clearing the confusion from her brain. "But weren't you spending all day pranking her!?....wait....You're not gonna do it again, are you!? I love a good prank as much as the next pony, but haven't you done ENOUGH!?!"

Time seemed to stop at that moment for Scootaloo. In her mind, she ran through the day so far, her worst fears realized: The fear that ponies, and probably Miss Cheerilee, would think everything that had happened that day deliberate.

She stared up at the ceiling, not wanting to look Diamond Tiara in the eyes as she spoke softly and slowly. "I never wanted any of that to happen. Miss Cheerilee is the best teacher ever, and I wouldn't want to hurt her. I don't know why all of those things happened. But right now she's talking to my dad about what had happened today. I'm worried that Miss Cheerilee thinks the same thing you do: That I did everything on purpose. But I didn't. And all I want to do is apologize while I have the chance...I know I'm not the best student. I know I fall asleep in class alot. I know I frustrate Miss Cheerilee alot. But today was all an accident. And I wanna make it up to her....."

"....and you want to buy her a gift. And you don't have enough bits to do that right now, and not enough time to work for them...." Diamond Tiara finished.

Scootaloo stopped staring at the ceiling, and stared back at Diamond Tiara, trying very hard to hide the fact she was crying.

She failed.

Diamond Tiara shuffled off the couch, went over to the table that sat behind the couch, and came back with a box of tissues balancing on her back. She deposited the box in front of Scootaloo. "Make yourself decent. You're going to stain my couch."

Scootaloo was barely able to mutter a thanks before she grabbed a hoofful of tissues and crying more openly.

Diamond Tiara sat back down, trying very hard to look anywhere else except directly at Scootaloo.

...She is different...Those other ponies wouldn't even think badly of what had transpired, but she....she legitimately wants to make up.....she isn't willing to to just stand by and let things unfold......like I would........ Diamond Tiara thought.

....she truly is the most dazzling pony ever......

Diamond Tiara waited a few minutes, letting Scootaloo cry in peace. She spoke when Scootaloo calmed down a bit.

"Alright, Miss Loo. You need bits in order to make up with Miss Cheerilee. I can provide you with bits to purchase a most glorious of gifts."

Scootaloo began to smile. Until she noticed a gleam in Diamond Tiaras eyes.

"However, just because I am able to lend you bits does not mean I am obligated to. I will require payment."

"I can pay back the bits next month easily." Scootaloo answered instantly.

A wicked smile crossed Diamond Tiara's face. "My dear, I am not worried about the bits. Daddy can supply me with enough bits. No, what I need is a favor."

"F-favor?" for the second time that day, Scootaloo knew fear.

"Exactly."

"What kind of favor?"

"Hmmm..."Diamond Tiara thought silently.

Well, I could ask her to....no, I could never ask that...but I really want too.....NO! Ask something else.....Do I have to ask something else?......COME ON! You can think of something!......I GOT IT!

"The talent show." Diamond Tiara stated calmly and coolly, showing none of the inner turmoil she went through to make her decision.

"huh?"

"Silver Spoon and I were planning to perform in it, but she was called away on a family visit. But I think you would be able to fill her spot adequately."

"What kind of performance did you have in mind?"

"That is a secret."

"What!? You're not ever gonna tell me!?"

"Details of the performance cannot be leaked to the general public until the night of the show." The fact I have no idea what the actual performance will consist of has nothing to do with that.

"I...I can't agree to this!"

"Than I guess you don't need the bits than."

"urk"

heheheh Diamond Tiara laughed softly to herself. I have you right where I want you.....you'll be working for me, helping me to make sure everyone in Ponyville knows the splendor that is Diamond Tiara....OH, and I'll have to talk to my tailor! She can make us the cutest matching outfits for the show....

Scootaloo could only watch as a giant, gleeful, blissful smile appeared on Diamond Tiara's face.

man that's creepy.... "ALRIGHT! I accept! I'll perform in the talent show with you! Just give me the bits!"

Diamond Tiara was broken out of her thoughts when another wicked idea crossed her mind. "Oh no. I can't just GIVE you the bits. I have to insure that they are spent on a gift for Cheerilee."

Please don't let her say what I think she's gonna say.....

"I shall be accompanying you"

Scootaloo and Diamond Tiara go shopping for Miss Cheerilee, YAY!

"I shall be accompanying you"

The words kept echoing in Scootaloo's head as she waited outside of the Rich Estate, wondering what was keeping Diamond Tiara so long to to leave.

"It'll take just a moment, she said. I just need to grab a few things, she said. hmph." Scootaloo spoke to no one in particular. "And why would she wanna come along anyway?"

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Inside the house, things were going very differently.

"What should I wear? What kind of outfit would Scootaloo wear for this kind of thing? Should it be fancy or simple? Red or blue? Skirt or skort? SOMEPONY TELL ME!!!"

Diamond Tiara was rummaging through her closet, looking at every dress, outfit, and ensemble she owned, desperately seeking an appropriate look for the afternoon's venture.

She scrambled her room, digging through her dresser, her inane ramblings continuing, until a voice rang out.

"Um....might I make a suggestion Miss?"

Diamond Tiara turned to the source of the voice. It was the maid from earlier.

Thanks for not turning Scootaloo away... "Didn't I tell you that I would deal with you later!?"

The maid flinched, every impulse telling her to run. But she kept talking. "Since you are accompanying a guest who is already prepped for the trip, would it not be best for you to dress similarly to your guest, so as not to make your guest feel over or under dressed for the occasion?"

Diamond Tiara waked slowly and deliberately towards the maid, a blank look on her face.

When she was face to face with the maid, Diamond Tiara spoke. "What is your name?"

The question confused the maid. Why would she want my name? She usually just says 'Hey You' or calls me maid......

"What is your name?" Diamond Tiara repeated.

"Dust Buster, Miss."

Diamond Tiara hugged Dust Buster around the foreleg "Thankyouthankyouthankyou! You always give the best advice! And not to mention letting Scootaloo inside in the first place! You're so helpful! I'll be sure to tell my dad to give you a raise! You've earned it!"

Who are you and what have you done with the little brat I constantly have to deal with every single day?.......actually, you know what? I'm just gonna go with this. "Thank you very much Miss. Is there anything else I can do to help?"

"No thank you! I can finish getting ready on my own!"

"In that case Miss, could I ask you to let go of my leg? I think you're cutting off the circulation....."

"Oh, I'm sor-" What the hell am I doing?

Diamond Tiara very quickly let go of Dust Buster's leg, and went back to rummaging through a random pile of clothes, pulling out a saddlebag which jangled with the sound of bits, which she quickly put on. She than proceeded to her particularly fancy mirror, looked herself over, made sure her trademark tiara was on straight, than walked past the maid, out the room.

Before she got downstairs, she yelled "When my father gets home, tell him I will be out."

"And what shall I tell him when he asks when you will be back?" Dust Buster yelled back.

The question caused Diamond Tiara to stop before she began to descend the staircase and think.

That is a good question. How long am I gonna be helping Scootaloo?.....I mean, if it was my choice, I'd be helping her all afternoon, and well into the evening...maybe so late that she would let me spend the night, or have dinner with her...Don't be stupid Tiara, you're just a means to an end to her......still, doesn't hurt to dream....

"I...I may end up spending the night at her house." She lied as she began her descent down the stairs.

She managed to exit her house before Dust Buster belted out any more uncomfortable questions, and was immediately assaulted with questions from Scootaloo.

"What kept you? You ready to leave?"

"Yes, I'm ready! It is rude to make a lady rush!"

"Yeah yeah. Just hop into the wagon and we'll get going."

Diamond Tiara blinked. "We're not walking?"

Scootaloo raised her eyebrow, and put on her best are you kidding me face. "Are you kidding me? The scooter and wagon will be faster, and we don't have all the time in the world. And besides, you just get to ride and not have to lift a hoof. Why would you wanna walk?"

So I can walk next to you for a long time and enjoy every second of it "If you insist than." Diamond Tiara walked past Scootaloo and hopped into the wagon. "Well? Since you're in such a rush, let's go."

Scootaloo smiled. "Oh, I PLAN to."

Diamond Tiara barely had time to utter out a "what?" before Scootaloo flapped her wings as fast as she could and propelled the scooter and wagon forward at speeds far exceeding the factory recommended speeds for either of those things. Both fillies began to scream, one with a hot blooded scream of battle, the other scream dripping with fear.

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After a blisteringly fast few minutes, the scooter/wagon combo came to a stop in front of Ponyville's premier candy store, Bonbon's Bonbons.

Diamond Tiara attempted to jump out of the wagon and get her hooves on blessedly solid unmoving ground, but her shaking legs refused to respond properly, resulting in her face planting onto the ground.

"Are you ok?" Scootaloo asked, worry in her voice.

No, absolutely not. You're a mad filly, and scooters and wagons should not be allowed to go that fast.....But why was it so fun then? Diamond Tiara thought to herself before slowly lifting herself off the ground and onto her hooves, their previous shakiness forgotten. "I'm fine. Now let's go inside and buy whatever it is you want to buy from this low rent excuse for a candy store and get going."

"Low rent!? The candy here is delicious!"

"Hmph. I doubt it stands up to the candy my daddy orders for me straight from Canterlot."

"Wait, you've never bought candy here before?"

"Why would I waste my time?"

Scootaloo was stunned. Since when has candy ever been a waste of time!? she wanted to yell, but chose to instead just head inside the store of delectable delicacies, beckoning Diamond Tiara to follow her.

Inside the store were two mares. One of them was was a cream colored pony with a with a pink and blue colored mane who was sitting behind the counter, reading her way through a stack of papers. The other mare was a mint green unicorn who was sitting on a stool in a fashion that made both Scootaloo and Diamond Tiara wonder how she sat without breaking something. She was strumming a lyre with her hoof as she stared at the other mare with a look Diamond Tiara has given to Scootaloo far too many times too count. Though unlike Scootaloo, the cream colored earth pony was perfectly aware of the fact she was getting that look.

Scootaloo chose to break the silence of the scene in a very loud manner.

"HI LYRA AND BONBON!!!"

Both mares shook their heads, their concentrations broken by the yelling. Bonbon immediately shifted into sales mode, and Lyra began playing a different song, sounding alot more cheerful.

"Hiya Scootaloo. Who's your friend?"

"This is Diamond Tiara."

Diamond Tiara waved her hoof at the candy salesmare, her thoughts once again going very fast.

The candy salesmen thinks Scootaloo and I are friends! And Scootaloo didn't try to correct her! Does this mean she thinks of me as her friend now!?

Scootaloo and Bonbon stared at Diamond Tiara as she stared into the distance, stuck in her own little world.

"uh....she seems to do that every so often....don't mind her...." Scootaloo muttered. "Anyway, to business! You're friends with Miss Cheerilee, right?"

Bonbon nodded in affirmation. Lyra's ears suddenly perked up, wondering why Cheerilee's name had come up out of nowhere.

"Do you know what kind of candy she likes the best? We're here to get her a gift."

Once again, Bonbon nodded. "Oh yeah, she really likes the Blackcherry drops. She gets a bag of them every time she visits. So that'll be one bag?

"....better make it two."

"Why two?"

".....this is an apology gift."

Lyra's harp playing suddenly stopped.

"Apology? What happened?" Lyra asked, worried.

"well....I-" Scootaloo begain, before being interrupted by Diamond Tiara.

"Don't worry, Miss Cheerilee is fine. Just an interesting day at school is all."

Everyone else raised their eyebrows at that.

"So how many bits do I owe you for what Scootaloo needs to buy?" Diamond Tiara continued, attempting to change the subject.

Bonbon and Lyra looked in each others directions briefly. Lyra than continued playing her lyre, and Bonbon said "That will be 6 bits. Is there anything else you wish to purchase?"

"um....do you sell any empty gift baskets?" Scootaloo asked sheepishly.

Bonbon pointed a small display that sat opposite of Lyra. "We sell those baskets for 5 bits each, though they're a bit big for just two bags of blackcherry drops."

"...I'm gonna be buying more than some candy, so yeah, I'll take a basket too....."

Bonbon and Lyra once again shot each other a glance. "Than that will be 11 bits total."

Diamond Tiara quickly dug around in her saddlebag and fished out the necessary bits as Scootaloo gathered the purchased items.

"Thank you for your purchase. Please come again!"

Scootaloo walked to the doors. Diamond Tiara, on the other hoof, stayed behind, briefly saying to Scootaloo "Prepare the wagon. I'll be out in a second."

The moment Scootaloo was outside, out of hearing range, Diamond Tiara quickly began talking."

"What kind of candy does Scootaloo usually buy from here?"

"She usually buys the strawberry lollipops, but...."

"But?" Please don't tell me they ran out!

"Her favorite is the Rainbow Chocolate Bars"

"I'll take two." Yes, perfect. A rare treat she can't get all the time..."How much?"

"8 bits."

Diamond Tiara very quickly grabbed the bits, grabbed the candy bars, stuck them into her saddlebag, and than ran outside.

Bonbon and Lyra heard the sound of quickly flapping wings, followed by screaming, and than only the sound of Lyra's song could be heard.

"We should probably visit Cheerilee tomorrow and make sure she's alright..." Bonbon said.

"Yeah...By the way, did you notice how funny Diamond Tiara was acting? She's got it BAD!" Lyra said, laughing to herself.

Bonbon chuckled as well "Yeah, she reminds of a certain green unicorn I knew as a kid."

"So how long you think it'll be until she works up the nerve to confess her feelings?"

"No clue. Should be adorable when it happens though."

Lyra nodded,continuing to strum on her lyre. "Gotta give her credit, she hides it pretty well."

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Divine merciful ground, gifted to us by princess Luna, never before today did I know how valuable you were. Diamond Tiara thought to herself as the wagon came to a halt and she shuffled out of the wagon, this time managing to keep herself upright.

Scootaloo was oblivious to Diamond Tiara's new found reverence to the ground and walked off, gift basket in tow, her next destination in sight, weaving her way through the mass of ponies that walked amongst the marketplace. Diamond Tiara quickly caught up and walked alongside her.

"So what do you plan on getting Miss Cheerilee from the market?" Diamond Tiara asked.

"I've seen Cheerilee drink the Carrot Juice from Carrot Top's farm a lot. She must really like it to drink it so much."

"But Carrot Top's stall is clear on the other side of the market! Why did we stop the wagon all the way on the other side?"

"Because riding the scooter through all of these ponies would be dangerous."

Diamond Tiara gave a look of surprise at Scootaloo DANGEROUS!? With how fast you go, it's a wonder you haven't ended up in a full body cast! Honestly, if it was anypony besides you, I wouldn't be getting into that wagon...

Diamond Tiara attempted to change the subject. "Wait, so you're just buying more food?"

"Yeah."

"You can't just stuff someone with food and expect forgiveness."

"You can't?

....if it was anypony else... "It appears you're going to need my assistance for more than just bits. After we pick up the carrot juice, I'll pick the next place we go."

"But-"

"Be thankful for my help!"please, I wanna be helpful.....

Scootaloo looked like she was ready to argue further, but held back when she saw Carrot Top's stall. As usual, she wasn't getting much business, and looked positively bored, but determined to not show how bored she was.

Her look of determined boredom was replaced with surprise when she saw Diamond Tiara approaching her stall.

That's the daughter of Filthy Rich...and she's headed this way....Ok, just make a good impression on her...right.

"How can I help you today?" Carrot Top said as she put on a genuinely friendly smile. Off in the distance, Scootaloo thought she heard a sound that distinctly sounded like a "squee"

Ignoring the odd sound, Scootaloo spoke. "2 Bottles of Carrot Juice please!"

"4 bits please."

Diamond Tiara fished out the bits and tossed them lightly onto the counter as Scootaloo grabbed the two bottles of carrot juice and placed them into the gift basket.

Carrot Top recognized the basket as coming from Bonbon's store. "You putting together a gift basket for someone?"

"Yep. It's for Miss Cheerilee!" Scootaloo answered happily.

"Oh? What's the occasion?"

"Oh, Miss Cheerilee is just spending some time talking with her dad is all." Diamond Tiara butted in, not wanting to needlessly worry somepony again. "Now come one Scootaloo, we got more places to stop by."

Scootaloo nodded and they both walked off.

Carrot Top, however, was stunned.

"Wait.....Cheerilee and her dad......I didn't know she was dating! I'll have to get all the juicy details from her tomorrow!"

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Back at the wagon and scooter, Diamond Tiara detailed her plan to Scootaloo.

"Alright Scootaloo, I know exactly where we should go next."

Scootaloo nodded, hanging upon every word.

"I can say, with absolute certainty, that older mares ALWAYS enjoy jewelry! So we should go to Amethyst Star's Fine Jeweler's!"

"....seriously? Miss Cheerilee doesn't seem like the kind of pony to wear jewelry...."

Diamond Tiara sighed "Just trust me, ok? I know all about this type of stuff. I can even pick out the PERFECT piece of jewelry for her. Accessorizing is my special talent after all." Diamond Tiara did a dramatic pose, showing off her Tiara and Cutie Mark.

".....huh, and I thought all that mark meant was that all you were good at was wearing jewelry...."

...that's what everyone thinks.....and I hate it..... Diamond Tiara thought bitterly. She choked down her sadness and spoke with an air of confidence. "HA! Let us head off then, and I will show you just how good I am!" .....I hope I can be good enough to impress you....

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"Hi Scootaloo, hi Diamond Tiara! Welcome to Amethyst Star's Fine Jewelry! Is there anything I can do to help you today?" Dinky asked as the pair entered the jewelry shop.

"Dinky? You work at the jewelry shop now?" Scootaloo and Diamond Tiara asked at the same time.

"I don't work here. I'm just helping Sparkler while my mom finishes her mail route!" Dinky replied, looking absolutely thrilled that she was helping.

"...er....I wish to speak with Miss Star, if you would. I need to look for something very specific." Diamond Tiara said.

It was at that point that Sparkler decided to make her presence known. "It would be my pleasure to help such a valuable customer look for something. Just tell me what you're looking for and I will do everything I can to find it."

"Excellent. Scootaloo, you can wait her and talk to Dinky for a few minutes. I can handle everything here." Diamond Tiara said, walking towards the back of the store, where she began to converse with Sparkler, her voice too low for Scootaloo and Dinky to hear.

"...so you're hanging out with Diamond Tiara?" Dinky asked, addressing the elephant in the room immediately.

"She's helping me with something."

Dinky's eyes widened. "Helping?! But she's a meanie!"

"Yep."

"And she's helping you?!"

"Yep."

"But...she's a meanie!"

"Yeah, but......." Scootaloo really didn't wanna get into the deal she had made to get Diamond Tiara's help. "She's helping me, and I'm thankful she is."

Dinky began to wonder whether or not there actually was something more to those comments Diamond Tiara made on that day when Dinky first met Sparkler....nah.and Dinky dismissed that line of thinking just as quickly as it had been considered.

On the other side of the store, a different conversation was occurring.

"Yes, these earring will be perfect for Miss Cheerilee! How much do they cost?"

Diamond Tiara was referring to a pair of earrings made of a dull bronze material, molded into the shape of a flower, the center embedded with a rose colored quartz gem.

"That particular pair of earrings cost 15 bits."

Diamond Tiara was shocked. "That's all? I couldn't give something so cheap as a gift."

"But you said it was perfect, right?"

"Well, yes, but-"

"Than don't worry. Your teacher will love it."

"...hmph. fine. I guess Miss Cheerilee doesn't need to know how cheap I'm being right now."

Sparkler chuckled. "Is there anything else you need?"

Diamond Tiara looked at the earrings displayed once more, scanning them carefully. She than honed in on one earring in particular.

Unlike the others in the case, it did not come in a pair. It was a a simple circular shape, made of what appeared to be a somewhat low quality silver, to the point that it was almost black. It was set with an orange topaz.

Diamond Tiara thought it was hideous. But she knew that on Scootaloo, it would look lovely.

"What about that cheap one there?" Diamond Tiara asked, pointing at the earring she found.

"Ah, that one." Sparkler said. "You sure you want it? It's only the one. It's partner was damaged, and I was unable to repair it."

"It's fine. How much?"

Sparkler thought for a few moments. "I can let you have it for five bits."

Diamond Tiara had to hold back another argument on how cheap it was, but decided against it. "Acceptable. 20 bits in total then?" Diamond Tiara asked as she dug through her bag once more.

And discovered to her horror that she only had 17 bits left.

"...I'll just take the bronze ones please..." it's not like I'd ever be able to give Scootaloo that lone earring anyway....

"Tell you what, Miss Tiara. I can let you have the black one for just two bits."

"What!?"

Across the store, Scootaloo and Dinky were jolted by the sudden noise.

"Honestly, I was close to just tossing it out. And besides, it's not like I'm hurting for business or anything. Take it."

Diamond Tiara looked at Sparkler suspiciously. "What's your angle?

Sparkler raised her eyebrow, but said nothing.

"Why would you do something that would directly damage your bottom line? It makes no sense. You wouldn't be getting anything out of it. So why?"

"Because it looks like you really want it, and no one else has even given it a second look."

"So? It still doesn't make sense for you to do it."

Sparkler sighed. You get your dad to spend 700 bits on a necklace for you, and than you freak out over a 3 bit discount."Just take the deal, alright?"

".....I'll pay your back the 3 bits later. A proper business mare should never incur unnecessary debt."

Sparkler suddenly had the urge to get a drink. "Alright. I'll just box these up for you."
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Outside, Diamond Tiara broke the news.

"I'm out of bits." I guess now you'll go off and finish things off on your own. It was nice while it lasted....even the dangerous parts....

"Ah well. So what do we do now?" Scootaloo asked.

"...I just told you. I'm out of money. We can't buy anything else for Miss Cheerilee."

"So we'll improvise. How are you at arts and crafts?"

"I'm pretty good. After all, a proper filly must be skilled at art as well." Diamond Tiara replied smugly.

"Awesome. I have some crayons and stuff at my house. We can make a card for Miss Cheerilee."

"A card? But that's so-"

SILENCE YOU FOOL! She just invited you over to her house! Just nod and go with it!

"-that's a great idea! Let's go to your place." Diamond Tiara said, nodding.

"Cool. Hop on in."

Diamond Tiara was too giddy with excitement to scream this time as the scooter and wagon sped towards Scootaloo's house.

An evening at Berry's

This day has been just perfect.....
the type of day of which I dreamed since I was small.....
It'll be me and Scootaloo.....
making art that looks really cool.....
I hope the day will last forevermore.......

Diamond Tiara sang to herself as she drawn across the town in her grand chariot, being guided by the majestic Knight Scootaloo. A procession of ponies stood at the sidewalks, chanting Diamond Tiara's name as she headed off into the distance towards the grand estate of the Loo clan. The stars and moon of the night sky glistened and shined with a quality that had not been seen in generations, Luna herself granting her blessing upon the two fillies.

The chariot pulled up to a glorious mansion. The Knight, wearing a prestigious military uniform, with medals adorning it, showing a luxurious and successful career, dismounted and walked towards the fair maiden.

"Are you alright? You've got some drool on your cheek." a most melodious voice reached Diamond Tiara's ears.

"I am doing most well, Dear Knight" Diamond Tiara answered.

"Huh?" Scootaloo asked.

Diamond Tiara looked into Scootaloo's eyes. She than noticed the look of pure confusion on Scootaloo's face. And the fact that Scootaloo wasn't dressed in the finest military uniform. Or the fact that it was still daytime. Or the fact that the street they were on was not filled with cheering ponies. Not to mention the grand chariot actually being a wagon being pulled by a scooter. Or that the Loo Estate was actually a wagon repair shop.

Ok Diamond Tiara, you can handle this. Just remain calm.......calm......calm........

"WHAT'S IT TO YOU, BIRDBRAIN!?"

.....That could have gone better.........

"DON'T CALL ME A BIRDBRAIN, YOU STUCK UP RICH MULE!!!!" Scootaloo yelled, anger in her eyes.

How DARE she call me that!....even though she's completely right......

"...I....I.....I'm so....sor....maybe I shouldn't have said that" Diamond Tiara struggled to say.

Scootaloo's jaw dropped. She also briefly wished she would have taken more time to learn about other signs of the apocalypse, so she could confirm her fears.

"I...I'm sorry too" Scootaloo said once her jaw started working.

"..we...we should probably head inside and make that card..." Diamond Tiara said, as she got out of the wagon.

Scootaloo, still pondering her place in the universe as a whole, could only nod as she lead Diamond Tiara into her home.

Upon entering the first floor of the Repair shop, Diamond Tiara was taken aback.

WHY ARE THERE PILES OF JUNK EVERYWHERE!!?!? I hope she doesn't LIVE in this junk!!!

Thankfully, blissfully, Scootaloo lead her to the stairs.

To Diamond Tiara's horror though, the living room wasn't much better than the garage downstairs.

This is their living room!? It's so small and dusty! Is....is THIS how common ponies live!?.............

"Make yourself at home DT! I'll grab the paper and crayons and than we can work on the card!" Scootaloo said as she shuffled away down a small hallway.

Diamond Tiara sat on one of the chairs that surrounded the table which sat in the middle of the room, a blush forming on her face.

DT.....she has a cute little nickname for me!............wait, I need a nickname for her.....Scooty? Looey? Roller? SC? Scoots?......THOSE ALL SUCK!!!!!

Scootaloo quickly returned, sitting opposite of Diamond Tiara, and deposited 2 sheets of paper and two boxes of crayons (8 packs) onto the table.

8 packs? How am I supposed to make art with only 8 colors to choose from? I wish I knew I was going to make art. I would have brought my 96 color pack.

"So....you're good at art, and I'm......not." Scootaloo admitted.

"You want me to make the card for you?" asked Diamond Tiara.

Scootaloo shook her head. "No. I admit, I may have bought things for Miss Cheerilee, but this? This has to be made by my own hooves....I just need help not screwing up."

You know.... Diamond Tiara thought at this point, I could probably demand more than just her cooperation at the school talent show....
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Two ponies walked down the main street of Ponyville together. One, a mare, shrouded in a cloak as dark as shadows. The other, a stallion with a horribly unkempt mane. Both of them looked as if they wanted nothing more than to go home.

In fact, the only reason they were still walking together was because their houses were coincidentally in the same direction from the school.

By all accounts, no one would think they were on a date or anything like that.

"Cheerilee!" a voice rang out as Cheerilee and Heavy Roller walked along the edge of the produce market.

The school teacher turned her head and saw Carrot Top walking towards her, her cart being pulled behind her. Cheerilee was thankful to see a friend after her.....interesting....day, but couldn't shake the feeling that there was something weird about Carrot Top's smile.

"So...who's your friend here?" Carrot Top asked, her eyes discreetly scanning Heavy Roller's physique.

Oblivious to her friend's appraising gaze and its implications, Cheerilee began to state matter of factly, "This is Heavy Roller. We were just-"

Oh, you don't have to explain anything," interrupted the farmer with a wry and knowing grin. "I heard all about it."

"Huh?" Heavy Roller and Cheerilee said in stunned unison.

Carrot Top nodded happily. "Yeah. His daughter-I forget her name at the moment- was in the market today and told me ALL about it."

"Huh?!"

"And I'd just like to say I'm SO happy for you Cheerilee!

"HUH!?"

"So" Carrot top turns to look at Heavy Roller dead in the eye. "You make sure to treat her right. Because if you don't..."Carrot Top menacingly trailed off, doing her best to put on the best death glare she could manage, in hopes of getting her point across.

All it did was make Cheerilee fall to the ground laughing.

"Hahaha! Carrot Top! The look on your face is....snrkt....Bwahahaha!!!"

And in the process of laughing the hood of her cloak flipped up, revealing the state she was in.

"....wow...I didn't know you two were into that sort of thing...."

Cheerilee kept laughing for a few more seconds. Than the weight of what Carrot Top had been implying suddenly hit her. She very calmly stood up, flipped the hood of her cloak back over her face, and looked around. She than noticed the perfect place to have a private conversation.

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Berry's Bar was mercifully quiet at this time of day, the nightly rush being a good hour or so off. A few families were spotting a few of the tables here and there, and one unicorn appeared to be slumped at the bar.

Unfortunately for Cheerilee, it was quiet enough for the owner, proprietor, and namesake of the bar to notice Cheerilee walk in.

"Hi Cherry!" Berry Punch said as she walked to the entrance of the bar.

Other ponies would have called her Berry. Cheerilee called her something else.

"...hi sis..." Cheerilee muttered, quickly realizing her mistake in choosing this place to explain the situation to Carrot Top.

"You know, I usually don't see you come around until I start serving the heavy stuff....and why are you wearing that cloak?"

"No reason, no reason whatsoever. Hey, can we get a private booth or something? We...have some things we need to discuss."

"...why are you so embarrassed?"

"She's just being shy because she's on a date." Carrot Top piped in.

"I'm not on a date!" Cheerilee insisted.

Berry Punch didn't acknowledge Cheerilee's denial. "NICE! Good looking stallion too. How is he in bed?"

Three jaws dropped simultaneously at that question. In addition, a few ponies who were dining were suddenly becoming interested in the conversation.

This is going even worse than the one time I dated that minotaur Cheerilee thought to herself. The only thing that could make this worse is if-

"And seriously" Berry continued, reaching her hooves up to the hood of Cheerilee's cloak "what's with the cloak? It's a hot day today, and I'm not gonna have my little sister sweating like some kinda-" What Cheerilee would be sweating like was suddenly caught in Berry's throat, as the hood came down. And on cue, the rest of the establishment went silent.

"....who did this?" Berry eventually asked, any pretense of sisterly teasing dropping from her voice.

She would kill her. She would track her down and wreck her.

Cheerilee dropped her voice down to a whisper. "The situation has already been dealt with."

"You mean you two don't do weird things in bed?" Carrot Top asked.

Berry immediately stared at Heavy Roller, her eyes filled with fire.

I already escaped death from one of them....I don't think I can escape death from another.... Heavy thought.

"IT WAS NOT THIS PONY WHO HARMED YOUR SISTER! IT WAS THE CHILDREN!" A cry rang out.

Everyone in the restaurant turned. The unicorn who was slumped over the bar turned out to be Trixie.

"The Tartarus raising demons....THEY did this to her......The children I've put so much work into entertaining with Great and Powerful feats of magic...did....THIS!"

Her trademark hat and cape were missing, and her mane was a frazzled mess. "....I coulda been a target. They could have come for me......at any time......"

"Trixie, I was kidding. This type of thing does not happen every day. Now please calm down." Cheerilee said.

A look suddenly came onto Trixie's face. It was a rare mixture of absolute relief. And unbridled rage.

"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW PARANOID I'VE BEEN ALL DAY!?!?!?"

"...it was a joke?"

"WHO JOKES ABOUT THAT!?"

".....don't you remember how kids used to act when you were in school?"

"I didn't go to school. I was tutored by Luna."

Cheerilee flinched as she realized what the lack of context did to Trixie's mental state."...sorry...."

"..I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have yelled. or tried to get Berry to sell me alcohol before it was time to."

"Thank you!" Berry cut in. "You shoulda seen her sis. She's been her for a few hours waiting for booze."

"...why didn't you just go back to your place and drink there?" Heavy Roller asked.

"What makes you think I would have copious amounts of delicious bourbon at home!?"

Trixie suddenly felt the eyes of everyone in the restaurant giving her a Are you kidding me? look.

"....there was an accident.....and how did you even know I might indulge to such a degree!?"

"Pinkie throws nice parties." Heavy replied.

Trixie constantly regretted that party from her first day in Ponyville. She quickly chose to (for once) get the attention off of her. "My drinking habits aren't important! What's important is how those kids did unnatural things to Cheerilee!"

All eyes in the restaurant turned back to Cheerilee.

"....it wasn't all the children....it was one kid....my kid" Heavy Roller admitted.

All was silent again. Berry Punch and Carrot Top came to the same conclusion.

"That is adorable!" They both exclaimed.

Carrot Top proceeded to explain when the weird looks appeared on Cheerilee's and Heavy's face. "It's clear Heavy's daughter is acting out because she's not used to having her dad dating somepony."

"We're not dating!" Cheerilee and Heavy Roller shouted, annoyed at the constant insistence to their relationship status.

Berry, Carrot, and several ponies in the peanut gallery groaned in disappointment Heavy and Cheerilee immediately glared at the ponies who were dining, and they quickly went back to paying attention to their food.

"And besides" Cheerilee continued, ignoring the groans. "It was all an accident."

"You're saying one filly did all of this, and you think it's an accident!?" Trixie asked.

"Well....." Cheerilee thought back to everything that had happened. "I-I know it seems like this was all on purpose, but I don't think Scootaloo would do all of this on purpose....." Cheerilee said, a smidgeon of doubt at the back of her mind.

"What if one of her friends put her up to it?" Trixie countered.

"HA!" Cheerilee couldn't help but laugh. "Sweetie Belle is one of the most timid, calm ponies in my class! The day she does anything will be the day I retire!"

"But what if she started hanging around with Diamond Tiara?" Asked a voice from the doorway.

All eyes turned to see Ditzy standing in the doorway.

The smidgeon of doubt in the back of Cheerilee's mind began to grow. "Why would Scootaloo hang out with Diamond Tiara?"

"I don't know. But when I went to pick up Dinky from Sparkler's shop after work, she told me that Scootaloo and Diamond Tiara stopped in at the shop together....and..."

The doubt was now an overwhelming force that threatened to take over Cheerilee's frontal lobe. "And...?"

Ditzy gulped, clearly uncomfortable with delivering the bad news."Apparently Diamond Tiara is helping Scootaloo with something."

Cheerilee's good eye twitched.

"Wait, you mean Scootaloo doesn't normally hang out with Mr. Rich's daughter? Cause both of them showed up at my food cart too." Carrot Top added.

A shiver ran through Cheerilee's very being.

"Why's everypony freaking out about Diamond Tiara? She seems like a well mannered young filly." Carrot Top continued.

A random pony from one of the tables began to laugh mightily.

"Mr. Roller?" Cheerilee asked without a trace of emotion in her voice.

"Yes?" Heavy responded, trying (and failing) to keep the terror out of his voice.

"I am afraid the previous disciplinary action that we discussed, in light of this new evidence, is insufficient. I believe we may have to go with a more serious plan of action."

"Y-you mean....that?"

"Precisely."

Heavy Roller gulped, sweat running across his brow. He dared not argue.

"If you will excuse me everypony, I must discuss this matter with Mr. Rich as well. I shall see you all at a later time." Cheerilee monotoned as she left the building.

Upon leaving, an old stallion in the back began to applaud. "BRAVO! BRAVO! Dinner theater is such a fine thing!"

"Mr. Waddle, that wasn't a performance." Berry facehoofed.

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The Warpath

Death. Pain. Destruction. Wrath. Discord.

There were many names for great forces of evil in the world.

As far as the greater part of Ponyville was concerned, the embodiment of all of those things was walking through Ponyville right now. Slowly. Deliberately. Leaving broken cobblestones in its wake. (much to the chagrin of the ponies who placed those cobblestones). All avoided it. All were too afraid to approach this unholy shadow.

Any obstacle in the way was quickly removed. Ponies were pushed aside. A cart was broken in half. A small residential house had holes put into its walls. A wake of destruction was left in its path.

Finally, a hero rose to the challenge, to save the small town of Ponyville from the shadow which threatened it so. A strapping stallion, mane billowing in the wind, with fur of red, a giant green apple adorning his flank, a yolk hanging from his neck.

He stood in the path of the shadow, staring it down, confident that he would succeed where others were certain he would fail. A crowd, though fearful of the shadow's power, gathered to see the confrontation between it and the hero. From the crowd, a young filly, the ribbon in her hair flapping in the wind, cried for the hero, begging him to not throw his life away. But the cries were ignored. The hero knew that he MUST face the evil, for the sake of everyone.

"Stop." The hero proclaimed loudly to the shadow, digging his hooves into the ground, taking up a defensive stance. Still the shadow continued its advance, ignoring the warning, its pace and stature unchanging.

Another cry came from the filly, pleading and begging the hero to not throw his life away. This time, a chorus of voices joined in the cry, the ponies not wanting to see one of their own hurt. The hero temporarily broke his gaze from the shadow, and looked to the crowd. He then shook his head. He knew what was at risk. He knew that he may not survive. But he knew that this was something he had to do. Any further cries from the crowd died upon their lips, and all they could do was silently pray for their heroes success.

Closer and closer the beast loomed, the confrontation between it and the hero coming ever closer. Seconds stretched on, feeling like years to the hero as inevitable defeat or victory approached ever closer, its hoofsteps echoing through the air. And than the shadow, embodiment of evil, was upon him.

And Cheerilee pushed Big Macintosh aside with no effort, sending him flying 20 feet through the air and into a small brick wall.

And thus the hero of Ponyville was defeated in combat. The villagers wept. The young filly, with ribbon in hair, mourned the death of her brother. The wind itself seemed to mourn as it died down, as the sun set and the night's beauty began. Some briefly wondered if perhaps the Goddess of the night would weave a constellation in honor of their fallen hero. Others feared what the shadow would do, now unchallenged as it continued its march.

And than Big Macintosh stood up. "You'd think I'd learn to not mess with her when she gets like this by now..." He thought to himself as he looked upon the destruction caused. He briefly wondered what had angered Cheerilee so much that she would step right through a group of kids playing with some dolls and wrecking their dollhouse and miniature toy cart. But he also knew better than to ask.

"Are you ok?" His little sister looked up at him with worry.

He smiled back. "Eeyup."

"You're not hurt, are ya?"

"Eenope"

"Is....is something wrong with Miss Cheerilee?"

The farmer carefully considered his words. He knew there was something that was obviously wrong with the school teacher, but he didn't want to speak of an authority figure without knowing everything. He considered for half a minute before he knew how to respond.

"Mmmaybe."

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Dust Buster stood outside the Rich household, watching the sun set as she relaxed, a cup of tea sitting on the patio table next to her. She enjoyed these moments of peace when her employers were out and about, and her duties were complete. Moments that came far to infrequently. She picked up the cup of tea and drank deeply, enjoying every second of the rich flavor. She placed it back down on the table, and meant to look up at the first stars to dart the night sky, but she noticed something that disturbed her greatly. Ripples were forming on the surface of the liquid, as if something were shaking it. But Dust Buster heard and felt nothing that could be causing these ripples. Than, as she contemplated what this could mean, she heard it.

*CLIP-CLOP-CLIP-CLOP.*

Hoofsteps. Slow, deliberate, and perfectly in time with the ripples. and they were slowly getting louder. The maid scanned where she thought the sound was coming from, but saw nothing. She was unwilling to turn her head away from the rhythmic hoofsteps, or to run inside, fearing that whatever it was could tear down the house anyway. Then over the horizon, she saw a lone pony, wrapped in a dark cloak, heading right towards her. It moved in rhythm with the sound and ripples. At first she dismissed it as mere coincidence and continued to scan for incoming danger, but slowly became aware that this mare was the source of the noise and ripples. But this revelation did not calm her. It only made her fear this mare of shadows. What dark powers does this pony possess?

*CLIP-CLOP-CLIP-CLOP-CLIP.*

The mare stood face to face with Dust Buster, silently staring. Being this close only exasperated the maids fears. She could not tell who this mare was. She could not see her face. All she could see was shadows. I declare that all of my possessions are to be donated charity Dust Buster thought to herself, scrunching her eyes closed as she awaited her end.

"Hi Dust Buster. Is Mr. Rich in? I need to speak to him." A calm familiar voice came from cloaked mare. Dust Buster opened her eyes and looked at the pony in front of her. This time, she recognized the pony who stood in front of her.

"M-Miss Cheerilee, Diamond Tiara's school teacher, yes?" the maid asked shakily, not trusting the voice she had heard. The cloaked mare nodded and raised the hood of her cloak, calming Dust Buster down by showing she was not, in fact, some demon come to attack her. She was too relieved to question why she had an eyepatch, a bandage around her head, or why she looked like she needed a combover. The maid recollected herself and said. "I'm sorry, but Mr. Rich was called into Canterlot earlier today for an important meeting. I am unaware of when he will be returning. I can inform him that you stopped by though" She deeply prayed that Cheerilee would not be mad at her.

"I understand, I did come by unannounced. And please, you can just call me Cheerilee, no Miss needed. Sorry I can't stick around and chat, but I have some stuff to handle. See you around Dusty!" Cheerilee answered before lowering the cloak back over her head, about facing, and walking away, off into the night.

*CLIP-CLOP-CLIP-CLOP.*

Dust Buster waited until Cheerilee was out of sight before exhaling a breath she didn't know she was holding in. She said a brief prayer to Luna that she was safe, and could enjoy another one of her nights, and than made an important decision.

It was time to request that vacation time from Mr. Rich. She had always wanted to take cruise ship to Neighpon, and she always thought she wouldn't get around to it until retirement, but as Luna's Moon as her witness, she was gonna do it ASAP.

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Music filled Ponyville park. Sitting on a bench there, Lyra played her lyre. She knew that a musician needed an audience, but she also loved the peace of this time of night. The only things that existed was the night sky, and the music that resonated from her lyre. Deep down, she lamented the fact that she couldn't share this with Bonbon saddened her a bit, but Lyra remembered the last time she had tried to help clean the taffy machine. She admitted that the way they got the taffy out of each other's fur was absolutely fascinating, but it was ultimately awkward for both of them.

Lyra looked around at the empty park as she played her song. She looked up at the stars, the trees that fluttered lightly in the wind, the small woodland critters that scurried around the park, Cheerilee walking around the park while shrouded in a black cloak, the moon crossing the sky, the-

wait, what? Lyra stopped playing. "Cheerilee?...Hey Cheerilee!" She got up from the bench, keeping her lyre levitated in a magic aura, and rushed over to Cheerilee, who continued to walk. "Cheerilee!" She called out once again.

Cheerilee stopped and slowly bent her head around to see who was calling her name. He emotionless face and cold eyes stared at the lyre toting pony for a few seconds, then turned her head back and continued walking unabated. She only stopped when she noticed a golden aura envelope her cloak and pull it off of her. She turned around to stare once again at the mint green unicorn, this time her eyes filled with a small glimmer of rage. Rage that unnoticed by Lyra.

"HAHAHAH!!!! Holy cow Cheerilee, what happened!!!?" Lyra laughed, despite her worry at why Cheerilee looked like the end result of a sorority hazing ritual. Then memories from earlier that day flashed through her mind.

".....this is an apology gift."

"Don't worry, Miss Cheerilee is fine. Just an interesting day at school is all."

Lyra stopped laughing, worry over what had happened taking precedence over the ridiculousness of Cheerilee's current state.She stared into Cheerilee's eyes (or at least tried to, since only one of them was visible). Cheerilee's face seemed to be a mixture of rage, sorrow, and everything in between. The two stared at each other, not saying anything.

"Um..."Lyra muttered, uncertain of how to proceed. "...Cheerilee? Do....do you wanna sit down and talk?" Lyra flashed the best smile she could muster given the situation. Cheerilee stared back at Lyra, than she broke her gaze with her friend and stared up at the sky, at the trees that dotted the park, and the blades of grass that darted its ground. The school teacher than returned her gaze back to Lyra and stared deeply.

The only thing she could manage to say before tears began to run down her face was "I just want today to end......"

Lyra calmly wrapped her forelegs around Cheerilee, drawing her close. "There there." Lyra whispered "I'm here. Just let it all out." With that cue, the magenta mare's crying only increased as she burrowed her head into Lyra's shoulder. The two friends stayed like that, Cheerilee letting all of the pent up emotion of the day out, Lyra being a loyal friend and helping however she could. Eventually, the tears ran dry. "Come on" Lyra said. "Your place isn't too far away from here. Let's go there and get you cleaned up."

"Um....could I have my cloak back first? It....it makes me feel safe....."
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It had taken alot of time, water, and soap. It had been difficult, challenging, and outright frustrating. It had taken a huge dose of magic.

But being able to see Cheerilee, a smile on her face, her fur freshly cleaned, all four of her legs the same color, both eyes uncovered and healthy, and her forehead unbandaged made it all worth it. It was unfortunate about Cheerilee's hair, but the towel wrapped around Cheerilee's still damp mane covered it for now. Ah well, five out of six wasn't bad.

Both mares currently found themselves sitting on the plush couch in the living room of the house, both of them just enjoying the silence of the moment. Eventually though, regrettably so, Lyra knew she would have to eventually broach upon the subject of what had happened. She briefly wondered how she would even begin. She didn't know whether she was lucky or unlucky when Cheerilee began recounting things on her own.

"I think a student of mine hates me." Cheerilee began. "I mean, I know being a teacher can lead to children sometimes resenting some of the things you have to do, but....." Cheerilee trailed off momentarily...."but what she did borders upon sadism....." Cheerilee finished, her voice cracking, struggling to hold back a second round of tears.

Cheerilee shook her head, and soldiered forward. "And the worst part is that I was completely fooled. I was lead to believe that everything that happened was all an accident." the tears that threatened to come were quickly replaced by a low snarl in Cheerilee's voice. "Yes, it was an accident I was hit in the head with a baseball, had my mane ripped out, had my leg drenched in piping hot liquid rainbow, had my eye cut, AND THAN I WAS COVERED IN MUD!" Cheerilee screamed. "AND THE WHOLE TIME....the whole time......" a fresh set of tears ran down Cheerilee's face. "the whole time I hoped beyond all reason that I hadn't let down one of my students.....that one of my students, who I love and care for, would do something like this......."

".....this is an apology gift."

"Are you sure it wasn't actually an accident?" Lyra blurted out. She only got an angry stare from Cheerilee in response. "Hear me out. What if it was all an accident? What if she's sorry for everything that happened? Right now she could be as miserable as you are right now."

Cheerilee's face twisted from a look of rage to a look slight consideration Ok Lyra, you got her thinking. Keep talking.

"I mean, if this whole thing was some kind of trick to make it look like an accident, than why would she even connect herself to the acts in the first place?" Lyra said, silently thanking all those hours she listened to Cheerilee rattle off legal talk. "Quite frankly, it doesn't make sense. If the excuse doesn't fit, you must acquit!" Lyra proclaimed, standing up and pointing a hoof into the air.

Cheerilee giggled to herself. "You're right. I shouldn't think so badly about one of my students....." Cheerilee sighed deeply. "...and I haven't even gotten her side of the story. I was just so frustrated that I immediately called her father to the school for a discussion.....next time I see her, I owe her an apology." Cheerilee stated.

The two friends were suddenly interrupted by a yell from outside. Before they had a chance to react, there was a knock on the door. Lyra and Cheerilee looked at eachother, before Cheerilee stood up and cautiously walked to the door. She gulped, than opened the door.

The door opened, revealing an angry jasmine colored pegasus. "Hey Cheerilee. I had heard from Snails what happened, so I came over to see how you were doing. And who do I find SPYING on you except THESE two" Raindrops said through gritted teeth, pointing with an outstretched hoof right behind her.

Right behind her, where a guilty looking Diamond Tiara and Scootaloo sat.

"Spying? at this time of night? Apology my left hoof, they PLANNED everything.........

RAGE

"Spying? at this time of night? Apology my left hoof, they PLANNED everything.........

"Thank you Raindrops." Cheerilee said coldly, keeping her pure unbridled RAGE out of her voice. She then gazed past Raindrops, looking at the two monsters that found themselves on her doorstep. "Explain yourselves. What are you two doing spying on me?"

Scootaloo was the first to speak. "We weren't spying! We were just-"

"QUIET!" Cheerilee hissed, causing Scootaloo to flinch with fear. "You two were caught red hoofed. Now tell me the truth; What exactly are you two planning?" Cheerilee locked the two fillies with a glare that filled them both with dread.

Lyra placed a hoof upon Cheerilee's shoulder. "Cheerilee, aren't you being a bit hard on them? I mean-"

"No, Lyra, I don't." Cheerilee said, not taking her glare off of the two fillies. "If anything, I have been far too easy upon these....students. I'll ask you one. last. TIME; What were you planning?"

Cheerilee maintained her glare. Lyra kept attempting to get Cheerilee to reconsider. Raindrops watched the scene unfold with curious trepidation. Scootaloo was unable to speak, too afraid of making Cheerilee any madder. And Diamond Tiara carefully considered her next move......

"SCOOTALOO CAME HERE TO APOLOGIZE!" Diamond Tiara yelled. Everypony else stared at Diamond Tiara. But Cheerilee's glare did not soften.

"Hmph. Sure. You get caught, so you suddenly decide to apologize for everything. I can believe that." Cheerilee's voice dripped with sarcasm.

"There's a gift basket for you sitting in the wagon right over there!" Diamond Tiara countered, pointing a hoof to the wagon in question. The staredown between teacher and student continued, both of their expressions unreadable. ....I am gonna get into so much trouble.....but I can protect Scootaloo....

"Raindrops" Cheerilee eventually said. "Could you go check on their wagon?" Raindrops slowly nodded, and walked off with a sidelong glance.

Raindrops soon came upon the wagon, and saw that what Diamond Tiara said was true; there was a small basket, filled with what appeared to be gifts. ....I think I owe them an apology..... Raindrops thought to herself as she picked up the basket in her teeth and walked back to the scene of the staredown. She very calmly put the basket down in front of Scootaloo.

Scootaloo picked up the basket and slowly walked up to her teacher. As she gently placed it at Cheerilee's hooves, the young filly risked a glance upwards. The worn and weary mare only stared down at her student, causing Scootaloo to shudder in fear once again as she tried desperately to think of what to say.

"...I..." Scootaloo gulped, trying to find her voice. "...I...I'M SORRY!" she finally blurted out.

Cheerilee looked at the gift basket in front of her. ...blackcheery drops....my favorite... she thought solemnly ...Lyra was right. I've been wallowing all day, and yet Scootaloo was worried about me all day...I could have just talked to her. After school. Or in the alley. Or instead of yelling at her when she tried to explain things just now......I'm a terrible teacher.. Cheerilee was about to apologize to her young student when a single stray thought of paranoia entered her mind.

What if this is all a trick and she tampered with the food?

A flurry of images went through Cheerilee's head: Breathing fire from eating a blazing hot pepper. Sneezing uncontrollably. Blacking out. Having to use the little filly's room for hours on end. And finally a vision of a simple tombstone, that bore a most ominous inscription upon it.

Here Lies Blackcherry Lee Punch
"Curse my love of delicious, delicious candy!"

And through all of this, the sound of a certain pegasus filly laughing filled Cheerilee's head. A vile, wicked laugh, full of delight. Delight in Cheerilee's pain. The whole experience made Cheerilee shudder involuntarily. She wanted to scream. To tell Scootaloo to get away from her. She stared down at her tormentor, ready to tell this vile miscreant off once and for all. Ready to expel her from school. Ready to run the little demon out of town, using whatever force necessary to make it happen....

And couldn't bring herself to do any of that when she saw the torrent of tears that was falling from the young filly's eyes.

"...And-and you're the best teacher I could ever hope for....you're always willing to spend time to help your students, you always greet everypony with a smile, you helped save the world, and you're nice to everyone....even an idiot like me....."

Cheerilee wrapped her front hooves around Scootaloo, pulling the pegasus into a tight hug. "...I should be the one saying sorry..." Cheerilee said simply, tears running down her face as well.

Raindrops, Lyra, and Diamond Tiara looked upon the two with relieved looks on their face.

Oh, that is so adorable.... Lyra thought, a smile coming to her face.

.....I wish I could hug Scootaloo out of nowhere like that......oh great, I'm jealous of my teacher...... Diamond Tiara thought, a small scowl forming on her face....but I'm glad everything worked out.....

Oh thank goodness, I was worried I would have to try to subdue Cheerilee.....never again...... Raindrops let out the breath she had been holding.

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Two fillies and their teacher walked under the night sky through Ponyville. Or more accurately, one filly was scooting along on a scooter at a snail's pace, horribly untrained at riding the vehicle, and one was riding on the back of the mare, sound asleep. The filly directing the scooter took the opportunity to tell her teacher of what had transpired.

"....and than Snails's big sister saw us and she thought we were spying." Diamond Tiara finished her story, the scooter she was riding wobbling far too much for comfort.

Cheerilee was silent for a moment, taking in the story of Scootaloo's day. ...looks like I could have saved both of us a hard day.... she thought bitterly, as she took a moment to look at the young filly who . But something about the story bugged her. "But why were you helping Scootaloo?" Cheerilee asked.

"Like I said, I needed a partner for the school talent show." Diamond Tiara said simply. And the fact she's amazing....

"but you spent all those bits! I mean, I don't know how much your allowance is, but it seems like alot..." Cheerilee said with worry. Diamond Tiara rolled her eyes.

"I can get bits from daddy any time I want." She declared. But Cheerilee still thought there was something else to it. But she didn't have too much time to consider it until the Kart repair shop came into view. Cheerilee knocked on the door, but no one answered.

Heavy Roller isn't home? I wonder where he is....

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"And zen the Lovely Lulamoon smite ze the mighty Urza Minaer BACK from wence it came!"

"HAHAHA!!! That is so AWESOME!" a very drunk Heavy Roller replied, completely enamored with Lulamoon's somewhat inaccurate story of what happened during the Eventime Festival.

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Cheerilee figured Heavy Roller wouldn't mind if she just went in to put his daughter to bed. She went through the door, followed closely by Diamond Tiara, who took the opportunity to ditch the scooter and wagon next to a pile of assorted broken wheels. The teacher headed up the stairs, and turned towards her crowned student. "Stay down here Diamond Tiara." she instructed.

"B-...but I have to write a note for Scootaloo." Diamond Tiara responded quickly. and I wanted to wish her good night...

Cheerilee shook her head. "I know you want to start early on getting ready for the talent show, but do you really think it would be a good idea to start tomorrow? Especially after how today went?"

I know, it's a terrible idea to attempt putting together a whole new performance after a situation this stressful, but it's the only way I can spend time with her....and she looks so cute when she's asleep.

"And besides" Cheerilee interrupted Diamond Tiara's inner monologue, "There's some crayons and paper right there." Cheerilee pointed a hoof at what Diamond Tiara recognized as a small mess Scootaloo made in her rush to get to Cheerilee's house once they finished the card they made.

Diamond Tiara took one last look at Scootaloo, whispered a very soft "good night" and grabbed a crayon, and began to write.Satisfied that her student would keep busy with her note, Cheerilee carefully made her way up the stairs, doing her best to not wake the pegasus on her back. She made her way up to the second floor, and glanced around the dark room.

Wouldn't be the first time I've had to navigate a house completely in the dark. she thought to herself, slightly amused, looking around the living room, until she spied a bean bag chair sitting in the corner of the living room. Thinking for a moment, Cheerilee decided it would do. She poked the bean bag chair with her hoof, ensuring it was sufficiently soft, then laid the young pegasus on top of it. She was ready to head back downstairs and escort her other student back home, until she heard a small groan coming from Scootaloo.

"...mommy...don't go...." Scootaloo kicked her hooves in her sleep, looking as if she was having a nightmare. Cheerilee softly patted Scootaloo on the head, which seemed to calm her down. "....mommy...." Scootaloo said again, this time sounding much less distressed, before drifting back into restful sleep once more.

With a last look to ensure that her students sleep would be restful, Cheerilee made her way back down the stairs. She saw Diamond Tiara staring intently at a piece of paper with some writing Cheerilee couldn't quite make out. Then Cheerilee saw something very odd. Diamond Tiara grabbed the paper, stuffed it into her saddlebag, and quickly wrote another note, which she placed on Scootaloo's scooter. As much as Cheerilee wanted to ask about this, she thought it better to not ask.

Didn't stop her from taking a glance at the note as she headed out though.

Hey Scoots, you fell asleep, so we dragged you home. Don't forget that we have to work on our performance for the talent show, so I expect you at my house bright and early. And be ready for WORK.
Don't be late,
Diamond Tiara

....I'll let Scootaloo handle it. Cheerilee decided.
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Back at home, locked in the sanctity of her room, Diamond Tiara stared at the letter she wanted to give Scootaloo. ...why can't I just let the words out...

Dear Scootaloo,
You fell asleep in Cheerilee's hooves, so she carried you home. I'm glad everything worked out for the best, and I appreciate the fact that you let me help. I look forward to preparing for the School Talent Show. You can feel free to come by whenever you feel up to it. I know it's been very stressful for you, so please, don't push yourself too hard.
Love,
Diamond Tiara

She lamented her indecisiveness as she dug through her saddlebags, pulling out the things she had bought that day. ....you have a week DT. A look of determination (accompanied by a small blush at the thought of that cute nickname) came to Diamond Tiara's face. You can do this. All you have to do if give her some gifts, and say what's on your mind. You can do it. you can-

Her train of thought crashed immediately when she came across something in her bag that wasn't supposed to be there. She carefully pulled out the small item in her hooves, treating it as if it was the most valuable thing in the world. She marveled at it's splendor, rotating it so she could look at every angle of it, amazed at how it caught the light. Diamond Tiara dared not question how such sheer wonderment would end up in her possession, but she knew better than to question a miracle.Eventually, a yawn escaped her lips, but she did not want to go to sleep. But ultimately, she did succumb to sleep, falling asleep on the floor.

A feather from Scootaloo's wings resting in her hooves.

THE END.

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