Scoota-Days

    The sound of the truck rumbled and the wheels rubbed against the street. It showed no sign of stopping, though Scootaloo was wrong. The vehicle screeched to a stop, before a large brick building. Scootaloo shivered at it, then leaped out with Thunder by her side. The fillies were lead through an iron door with a metal lock on it.

    She frowned as the lights flickered on, then the two followed the stallion upstairs. It was just like an old mansion. Doors lead to rooms and bathrooms and the leather rugs lined each hallway. The stallion shoved Thunder and Scootaloo into a random room, slamming the door. The two tumbled onto the carpet, Scootaloo smacking her forehead on a dresser.

"Thunder, I wanna go h-home..." Scootaloo sniffed, Thunder wrapping her hooves around the sobbing pegasus filly. She wiped a tear away and sighed.

"Scootaloo.... You don't have one. B-but it's okay, we can take care of each other, right?" Thunder got a reply which was a silent nod, then another hug. The two sat in a ball of fur for almost an hour, sleeping in each other's hooves. After two hours passed, the two woke up to the sound of a bird chirping on the window frame. Its wing was badly damaged and looked hungry, but chirpped with anticipation, determined to find food.

"Scootaloo, look!" Thunder hollered, pointing a hoof to the window. Scootaloo shifted her gaze to the dusty window, smiling. She trotted over, climbing onto the table as a stool. Pushing her hooves against the latch, the window busting open, breeze flying in. The bird carefully and cautiously put a leg in, then the other, tweeting happily. Thunder clapped her hooves, lifting the bird in her magic. It was bright blue with white tiled wings.

"Let's keep her. We can take care of her,"  Scootaloo suggested. Thunder. Nodded, placing the bird in the closet, doors slightly open.