Lyra and Bon Bon: The Emptiness

The next few weeks were shakey for the new family trio of Bon-Bon, Lyra, and Scootaloo. The nightmares were becoming nightly, much to the worry of Scootaloo’s mothers. They tried to get Scootaloo to talk about the dreams, but the filly wouldn’t budge. School was also tricky, not because of her knowledge, but of her often tired state of mind. Ms. Cheerliee had asked about it, but Lyra and Bonnie had no explanation as to the cause of their daughters drowsy behavior.

“What are we going to do, Lyra? She hasn’t slept well in weeks, how she’s awake right now is a downright mystery!”, Bon-Bon said.

Lyra pondered and put her hoof to her chin, but she couldn’t give a solution to the current problem.

“Honestly honey, I don’t know, but by the look of her face when she wakes up, they seem to be very terrifying.”, Lyra explained.

“I have an idea!”, Bonnie suddenly said.

“What is it, Bonnie?”, Lyra excitedly asked.

“Why don’t you go talk to her? You’re the one who calms her down most of the time, so maybe you can get her to finally explain her nightmares.”, Bon-Bon said.

Lyra was hesitating towards a response. She loved Scootaloo, that was very true, but she wasn’t good at talking to ponies one on one, with the exception of Bon-Bon. But for the sake of her daughter, Lyra was ready to try it out.

“I’ll do it. I love Scootaloo, and I’m willing to risk my own personal fears to help her conquer her own demons.”, Lyra said with complete determination.

Bon-Bon rolled her eyes at her goofy behavior and trotted off. Lyra walked down the hall and towards Scootaloo’s room. Her daughters room was the last door on the left, which was previously a guest bedroom. She looked in the door way and saw her daughter reading a Daring Do book. She was reading it very closely, almost as if she was studying it.

“Hey, Scoots?”, Lyra said making her presence known.

“Yeah?”, Scootaloo said, looking up from her book.

“Can we talk about something?”, Lyra said, sitting on the bed.

“Did I do something wrong?”, Scootaloo said, a worrying look growing across her face.

“Not at all, it’s just that Bon-Bon and I are worried about your nightmares. We want to know what you see when you have them, so maybe we can help you.”, Lyra said.

Scootaloo began to shift around, obviously feeling uncomfortable. Her face then began to sprout tears, and she huddled in her forelegs. Lyra wrapped her hooves around her daughter and stroked her mane, much like Bon-Bon would do.

“If you tell me, you won’t feel like this anymore, we can help you. Please, Scootaloo....I just want to help.”, Lyra said with a concerned expression.

Scootaloo hated seeing her parents in pain, and though she didn’t want to say anything, the goodness in her heart made her tell this rather frightening tale.

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“Look what you did, runt!”, said a rough, grizzly voice.

Scootaloo looked up to see stallion, middle-aged and obviously drunk, berating her. She had simply wet the bed.

“I-I-I’m sorry, Headmaster.”, She said, hanging her head low.

This headmaster was named Hard Skull, and he oversaw the orphanage. He was originally a very nice soul, but then his wife died in an accident, turning him into a bitter shell of happiness. He had always had a particularly bad hatred for Scootaloo, who reminded him somewhat of his wife. Not in looks, but in personality. They both had a tomboy side to them.

“You’re to old for this, you little stain! Do you know what happens when you can’t grow up? Huh? DO YOU?!?!”, he yelled.

He slapped Scootaloo across the face, leaving a hoofprint on her face. Scootaloo cried out in pain, but was silenced by another slap. Hard Skull simply laughed at her pain, it was rich to him.

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By the end, Lyra was in tears herself. She hadn’t heard anything more emotional in her life. Scootaloo just curled up in her mothers embrace, not wanting him to come back and cause her more pain.