I have been sat here now for what must have been an hour now, comforting Scootaloo. I can't help but feel bad for her as she wails into my shirt clad chest.

"J.... James?" Scootaloo asks.

"Yes?"

"W-Will... Will you leave me too?" Scootaloo asks as she tightly grips my shirt in her hooves.

A few thoughts run through my head. 'Is it safe te leave her on her own?', 'Is it safe for ME to be on my own?' and 'Am I safe in this place? She's nice but that doesn't mean that all of them are.' Those are just three of the thoughts that clouded my mind.

"James?" Scootaloo whimpered.

It was in that second that I needed to make a decision. No more thinking. No more makng her suffer through the wait.

"No Scootaloo. I won't leave." I mumble as I pet her head. "We both need each other right now, that much is clear."

Scootaloo then wraps her forelegs around my stomach and meeting in the middle of my back. Her crying started to die down, slowly fading till the only noise that she made was her breath. Her breath felt nice through my wet shirt. The coldness of where her tears had soaked my shirt and the warmth of her breath contrasted in a way that felt nice. I smile as I look down at Scootaloo, her eyes are closed and her brething is light.

'I guess I'd better take her to her.... um.... sleep thing and put her to... hmm... Sleep? For some reason that phraising doesn't seem right but I can't remember what the "sleep thing" is called AND saying "put her to sleep" makes my stomach turn a bit....'

I scoop Scootaloo's body up in my arms. She took up all the room in my arms. She easily went from my waist to the tip of my head and if I remember correctly I'm about 6 foot tall. That wasn't even including her mane and tail.

After I spent a second or so thinking about her size I started to carry her to the staircase. Traversing the staircase was made harder by the fact that I was basically carrying half of myself in front of me. It was difficult and I nearly tripped at one point but I managed to get to the top.

'She weighs nearly as much as me, yet she's half my size.... Crazy.'

I take a few seonds to catch my breath. I then look around to see that I'm now in a short corridor with three doors, one to the left, one to the right and one at the end. I carry her to the door to my left, she wiggles in my arms for a second, I freeze in place letting her settle down. After a few seconds she stops squirming and goes back to being still. I then reach out for the door knob of the door, awkwardly balancing Scootaloo using only one arm. I quickly turn the handle and push the door open. Behind the door is a sad sight. The roof is collapsed in on itself making it impossible to get into the room. I look at the rubble and take a second to take in the sight.

*Sigh*

I couldn't help but sigh. Scootaloo was in a really bad way right now apparently. No parents and barely a roof over her head. I dexterously close the door, somehow managing to balance Scootaloo and still close the door. I then look to the door to the right. The door has big, bulky chains draped across it and in the middle connecting the two and sealing the door off is a large padlock. About as thick as a fist and as large as a head. It was clear that it wasn't meant to be opened. I then turn my attention back to the door at the far end of the corridor. A dark wooden door stands tall. As tall as me.

'This room must have been her parents room. It's the only one available, it must be awful having to sleep in your dead parents bed.' I think to myself.

I carry her to the door and once again balance Scootaloo using one arm and open the door using my other. The door opens with a creak and small flakes of rust start to tumble to the ground from it's hinges forming a small pile of orange and brown metal a few centimeters in size, that would have lasted much longer with proper care. I stare at the pile of rust for a second before looking into the room. The room is clearly water damaged. What would've been white or cream wallpaper is grey with waterdamage and black with mold, there is a large wardrobe next to the wall that looks like it has seen better days. There are scratches along the sides and one of the doors is hanging off of it's hinge, colours can be seen peeking through the gap of the door. Red, Blue, Green. All with small bits of brown and some what appear to be holes in them.

'This is really bad. I'm actually a bit worried to look at the bed....' I think to myself.

I sigh and look towards the bed, a large bed is placed against the back wall. Large enough for two of me to fit in it. The sheets can clearly seen to have been white at one point but are now grey and dirty, the two pillows that rest at the top of the bed are similar in discolouration. Small strands of purple hairs can be seen poking out from random positions on one of the pillows. One thing I notice about the pillow is that the pillow has a stain where the pillow got wet and was never cleaned afterwards.

'She's cried herself to sleep.... I feel really bad for you Scootaloo.... Maybe I can do something to help around here. I might be able to make it more of a cleaner and safer place.... I can't leave her in this state....' I think to myself as a frown starts to form on my face.

I look towards the bed and sigh. I carry Scootaloo towards the bed and balance her using one of my hands like I had done when I had opened the doors, but this time instead of using my spare hand to open a door I used it to push the blanket off of the bed. I then gently place Scotaloo on the bed making sure that her head doesn't touch the pillow. I then pick up the two pillows and place them both under my arms. I then pick up the blanket from the floor and carry it over my shoulder like a sack. I then leave the room and head back down the corridor. Traveling down the stairs was a bit awkward since I had to carry two pillows and a blanket making me too large to walk down it like I normally would. Due to my size I now have to walk down the stairs sideways, which made it more awkward and caused me to travel down them slower. When I finally reached the bottom I started to head towards the room we were in when Scootaloo started crying and place the blanket and both of the pillows in a pile ontop of the table. That's when a thought struck me.

'She's gonna be cold upstairs. I could just put her in my T-Shirt.... But then wouldn't I be cold? I mean I'll be busy cleaning so I guess I'll be fine....'

I then nod my head as I come to a conclusion.

I head back up the stairs and towards the room I put Scootaloo in. I then take my shirt off and start putting it on Scootaloo. It was a bit awkward but it wasn't difficult. I gently led her head through the neck of my T-Shirt, I then make sure the her mane isn't caught on anything before I scooped it up in my hands and then led that through the neck too. I then grab her hooves and lead them through the sleeves of my shirt and then start to pull the shirt down. The shirt was long enough that only her tail was visible. I couldn't give her anything to replace the pillows so I hoped she'd be okay with sleeping without them for one night.

I leave the room again and start to travel back down the corridor and down the stairs. I then pick the blanket and pillows back up in the same way I had the first time and carry them to what I guess is a kitchen.

Author's Note

What did you think? It took a while to write but what are your opinions? If there's anything that I need to work on then please make sure to tell me!