Summer of Endless Rainfall

Scootaloo awoke to a strange feeling. Everything was hazy at first, but became clear as day once she began to fully regain consciousness. She remembered falling asleep underneath an awning in an alley, but when she looked around, she saw a bed and a table with an envelope on it. This was so bizzare, and a little bit frightening. When she found the strength to move, she slid off the bed and onto her hooves. With no understanding of what was happening, she approached the table. The white envelope intrigued her the most. Was it left for her? Disregarding any other possibilities, she opened it. There was a note inside.

"Hey. I know you're probably confused and scared right now, but trust me when I say I mean you no harm. Come outside when you're feeling up to it. We'll talk face to face."

Who was this mysterious letter writer? Scootaloo grew more and more curious by the second. With little reason left to procrastinate, she headed towards the door. Upon opening it, she realized it was still raining.

"Hey. You feeling better?"

The deep yet soft voice startled Scootaloo. She checked around the door, and quickly discovered a black stallion sitting next to it.

"W-who are you?"

"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you."

"Where am I?"

"It's okay. Relax. Everything's alright. My name's Harmonic."

"Why am I here?"

"I brought you here. You were passed out in the rain. I couldn't just leave you there."

"Where are we?"

"This is my home."

Scootaloo started to ease up a little.

"You looked devestated out there. What happened? Why were you there all alone?"

It was then Scootaloo recalled everything that had led up to this point; every trial and hardship. Her alertness was soon replaced by somberness.

"...I don't wanna' talk about it..."

"Listen, you can't go through whatever it is alone. I've already seen that look on your face twice today. You need to open up before whatever's eating away at you destroys you completely."

"Shut up! Why do you care, anyway!?"

Scootaloo began to cry. Her sobs were quiet, but intense. She felt something embrace her in a tight hug.

"...You really have been through a lot...Haven't you...?"

Scootaloo said nothing, but continued to sob into his jacket. It was warm and comforting.

"...Hey, let's go inside. It's cold out here."

Harmonic let go of Scootaloo, and she dried her tears.

"Are you hungry?"

"Y-yeah...," was all she could manage.

"Don't cry. everything's going to work itself, okay?"

Scootaloo nodded, and the pair headed back into the house.

"Just rest up while I get the food ready."

"Alright."