Evening Mist: A Storyby HenBasketChapters1: The Dream2: Canterlot3: Milkshake1: The DreamScootaloo remembered this dream; it was one of her favorites. She was walking down Ponyville’s Main Street when Rainbow Dash landed next to her. “Hey, sport!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed. “Hey Rainbow Dash,” replied Scootaloo eagerly, “what’s up?” “Oh, not much. Just here to tell you that you’re now a full-fledged Wonderbolt!” Scootaloo decided to mix up the dream a bit, and decided to be disappointed; but before she could answer, she felt a weird sensation. One she had only felt twice before, when Princess Luna combined her dreams with others’. But whose dream was it? This was not part of the usual dream. Scootaloo looked around. Nothing but a black void. She thought she heard somepony crying, so she trotted over to the source of the sound. When she got there she recognized who it was: Evening Mist, her old friend from the orphanage. “Misty?” asked Scootaloo. The blue pegasus looked up. “Scoots?” “Yeah, it’s me. What’s wrong?” Evening sniffed, “It’s Mr. Quilt. He’s gone too far this time.” “Oh. What’d he do?” Scootaloo asked, concerned. “I- I don’t wanna talk about it.” “Well,” Scootaloo said, “I can stay here for y—” Just then, a loud, masculine voice boomed, “WAKE UP YOU LITTLE SHIT!” The two immediately recognized it as Mr. Quilt, the director of the orphanage. “Scootaloo, I have to go.” Evening whimpered, before dissolving, indicating he had woken up. Scootaloo stood there, feeling a mixture of sorrow and confusion, before letting out one word, borderline crying. “Misty…” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Scootaloo woke up crying. She looked at her alarm clock, still to early to get up. She got out of bed and went to the bathroom to get some water. After quenching her thirst, she started to climb back into bed when she felt her flank start to buzz. The Cutie Map was calling her. The filly walked to her aunts’ room and saw that the light was on. She decided to knock on the door. “Aunt Holiday? Auntie Lofty?” Scootaloo inquired. A few seconds later, the door opened and Aunt Holiday responded groggily, “What’s wrong, honey-bun?” “The map’s calling me again…” replied Scootaloo. “Can’t it wait until morning?” Aunt Holiday asked, “It’s still dark out.” “Well, my cutie mark will keep buzzing until I go to the map, so I won’t be getting any sleep.” Just then, there was a knocking on the door. “I wonder who could be at the door in the middle of the night?” Aunt Holiday asked nopony in particular as she walked to the foyer. As she opened the door, she immediately recognized who it was. “Twilight, what brings you here at this hour?” “The map. It’s calling me and Scootaloo to Canterlot. Although I can’t figure out why,” responded the alicorn. Scootaloo made her way to the door, “I might have an idea why…” she began. Author's Note Well, this is the beginning of my OC’s backstory. Thought I should immediately get how Evening Mist and Scootaloo know each other. Annywad, let me know what you think! 2: CanterlotAfter explaining the dream to Twilight, Scootaloo was allowed to spend the rest of the night at the Friendship Castle so her cutie mark wouldn’t keep her awake. The next day, the two set out for Canterlot. Since it was early in the morning, the train was relatively empty, allowing Scootaloo to zoom around without bothering too many passengers, not that ponies would be too bothered by an energetic filly in the first place. “Settle down there, Scootaloo,” chuckled Twilight, “you’ll need to save some energy to walk around Canterlot.” “Sorry, Twilight. I guess I’m just a bit nervous.” Scootaloo replied, “It’s just that the last time I saw Mr. Quilt, I may or may not have lodged an anonymous complaint with the police…” “I’m sure it’ll be fine, Scoots, I doubt he’ll do anything to you with a princess around.” Twilight said trying to soothe the filly, ruffling her wing on the word ‘princess’. This calmed the filly just enough to sit down, but still was a bit antsy. Twilight put her wing around the filly and pulled her close. The warmth of the alicorn was enough to soothe the filly for the rest of the trip. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Once the train arrived in Canterlot, Twilight pulled out a map to look for the orphanage. “It’s not gonna be on there, Twilight,” Scootaloo said, “besides, I know exactly how to get there.” The filly started galloping away, leading Twilight to the street the orphanage was on. It was not well maintained, instead of the nice asphalt roads, it was cobblestone, but with most of the stone gone. The building looked like they were on the fringe of collapsing, not to mention the surprising amounts of homeless ponies. It seemed more like a back alley than a road. “This is where the orphanage you lived in is?” Twilight asked Scootaloo. “Yeah, just wait until you see the orphanage,” replied Scootaloo, climbing up onto Twilight’s back, “it’s number 45, on the left.” Twilight began to slowly walk down the street, looking back and forth. This street made the city Capper was from look respectable. When she got to the orphanage, she could feel the filly on her back vehemently shaking. The princess knocked on the door. The door opened. A brawny earth pony stepped out. “Yes?” “Are you Mr. Quilt?” Twilight asked him. “Yeah, it is. What of it?” The stallion responded. “Well, I’ve received some complaints about a ‘Mr. Quilt’ abusing the orphans.” Twilight said sternly. “And just who might you be?” “I’m Princesses Twili—” “Go fuck yourself, princess.” Grumbled the stallion slamming the door. “Well, that was rude,” said Twilight, offended. “He’s usually waaaay worse. Consider yourself lucky,” said a colt Twilight didn’t recognize. “Up here!” A blue pegasus jumped out of the window and hovered down, landing next to Twilight. “Who are you, little colt?” Twilight asked the colt. “Name’s Evening Mist. Nice to meet you, Princess.” “So, I take it that was Mr. Quilt?” asked Twilight, referring to the rude stallion. Scootaloo and Evening responded with sounds of confirmation. “So,” began Twilight, “what’s this ‘thing’ that Mr. Quilt’s done this time?” “Well,” began the colt, “I should probably tell you the events leading up to that day…” 3: MilkshakeIt all started a few weeks ago when I met this really cute colt in school. At first I thought he was cool, but as time went on, I started to realize I had feelings for him. Like romantic feelings. I was afraid to tell him, because I was scared to. I guess he thought the same way, because he asked me if I wanted to ‘go out’ with him. I hesitated at first, but eventually agreed. We started having lunch together at school, sitting together at assemblies, even just laying under the tree during recess. One day, we decided to go to the ice cream shop to get some milkshakes. Turns out, we didn’t have enough bits to each get one, so we decided to share a large one. I told him about my life at the orphanage and how Mr. Quilt is a big meanie, and he told me about his dreams of becoming a doctor. Everything was going nice until… Evening just stood there crying, almost unable to finish. Eventually he pulled himself together and was able to finish the story. Mr. Quilt came up, saw us sharing the milkshake and he called us ‘faggots.’ Did I mention his name? Oh yeah his name’s Rainfall. Rainfall was appalled. I was hurt. Mr. Quilt always found a way to ruin everything that made me happy. He dragged me back to the orphanage and locked me in my room. He was so mad that he even bolted bars over my window so I couldn’t escape. Thankfully, Rainfall told his parents, and they lodged a complaint. An inspector came and he was forced to take the bars off. This was yesterday. And I guess that leaves us here. That’s what happened.
1: The DreamScootaloo remembered this dream; it was one of her favorites. She was walking down Ponyville’s Main Street when Rainbow Dash landed next to her. “Hey, sport!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed. “Hey Rainbow Dash,” replied Scootaloo eagerly, “what’s up?” “Oh, not much. Just here to tell you that you’re now a full-fledged Wonderbolt!” Scootaloo decided to mix up the dream a bit, and decided to be disappointed; but before she could answer, she felt a weird sensation. One she had only felt twice before, when Princess Luna combined her dreams with others’. But whose dream was it? This was not part of the usual dream. Scootaloo looked around. Nothing but a black void. She thought she heard somepony crying, so she trotted over to the source of the sound. When she got there she recognized who it was: Evening Mist, her old friend from the orphanage. “Misty?” asked Scootaloo. The blue pegasus looked up. “Scoots?” “Yeah, it’s me. What’s wrong?” Evening sniffed, “It’s Mr. Quilt. He’s gone too far this time.” “Oh. What’d he do?” Scootaloo asked, concerned. “I- I don’t wanna talk about it.” “Well,” Scootaloo said, “I can stay here for y—” Just then, a loud, masculine voice boomed, “WAKE UP YOU LITTLE SHIT!” The two immediately recognized it as Mr. Quilt, the director of the orphanage. “Scootaloo, I have to go.” Evening whimpered, before dissolving, indicating he had woken up. Scootaloo stood there, feeling a mixture of sorrow and confusion, before letting out one word, borderline crying. “Misty…” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Scootaloo woke up crying. She looked at her alarm clock, still to early to get up. She got out of bed and went to the bathroom to get some water. After quenching her thirst, she started to climb back into bed when she felt her flank start to buzz. The Cutie Map was calling her. The filly walked to her aunts’ room and saw that the light was on. She decided to knock on the door. “Aunt Holiday? Auntie Lofty?” Scootaloo inquired. A few seconds later, the door opened and Aunt Holiday responded groggily, “What’s wrong, honey-bun?” “The map’s calling me again…” replied Scootaloo. “Can’t it wait until morning?” Aunt Holiday asked, “It’s still dark out.” “Well, my cutie mark will keep buzzing until I go to the map, so I won’t be getting any sleep.” Just then, there was a knocking on the door. “I wonder who could be at the door in the middle of the night?” Aunt Holiday asked nopony in particular as she walked to the foyer. As she opened the door, she immediately recognized who it was. “Twilight, what brings you here at this hour?” “The map. It’s calling me and Scootaloo to Canterlot. Although I can’t figure out why,” responded the alicorn. Scootaloo made her way to the door, “I might have an idea why…” she began. Author's Note Well, this is the beginning of my OC’s backstory. Thought I should immediately get how Evening Mist and Scootaloo know each other. Annywad, let me know what you think!
2: CanterlotAfter explaining the dream to Twilight, Scootaloo was allowed to spend the rest of the night at the Friendship Castle so her cutie mark wouldn’t keep her awake. The next day, the two set out for Canterlot. Since it was early in the morning, the train was relatively empty, allowing Scootaloo to zoom around without bothering too many passengers, not that ponies would be too bothered by an energetic filly in the first place. “Settle down there, Scootaloo,” chuckled Twilight, “you’ll need to save some energy to walk around Canterlot.” “Sorry, Twilight. I guess I’m just a bit nervous.” Scootaloo replied, “It’s just that the last time I saw Mr. Quilt, I may or may not have lodged an anonymous complaint with the police…” “I’m sure it’ll be fine, Scoots, I doubt he’ll do anything to you with a princess around.” Twilight said trying to soothe the filly, ruffling her wing on the word ‘princess’. This calmed the filly just enough to sit down, but still was a bit antsy. Twilight put her wing around the filly and pulled her close. The warmth of the alicorn was enough to soothe the filly for the rest of the trip. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Once the train arrived in Canterlot, Twilight pulled out a map to look for the orphanage. “It’s not gonna be on there, Twilight,” Scootaloo said, “besides, I know exactly how to get there.” The filly started galloping away, leading Twilight to the street the orphanage was on. It was not well maintained, instead of the nice asphalt roads, it was cobblestone, but with most of the stone gone. The building looked like they were on the fringe of collapsing, not to mention the surprising amounts of homeless ponies. It seemed more like a back alley than a road. “This is where the orphanage you lived in is?” Twilight asked Scootaloo. “Yeah, just wait until you see the orphanage,” replied Scootaloo, climbing up onto Twilight’s back, “it’s number 45, on the left.” Twilight began to slowly walk down the street, looking back and forth. This street made the city Capper was from look respectable. When she got to the orphanage, she could feel the filly on her back vehemently shaking. The princess knocked on the door. The door opened. A brawny earth pony stepped out. “Yes?” “Are you Mr. Quilt?” Twilight asked him. “Yeah, it is. What of it?” The stallion responded. “Well, I’ve received some complaints about a ‘Mr. Quilt’ abusing the orphans.” Twilight said sternly. “And just who might you be?” “I’m Princesses Twili—” “Go fuck yourself, princess.” Grumbled the stallion slamming the door. “Well, that was rude,” said Twilight, offended. “He’s usually waaaay worse. Consider yourself lucky,” said a colt Twilight didn’t recognize. “Up here!” A blue pegasus jumped out of the window and hovered down, landing next to Twilight. “Who are you, little colt?” Twilight asked the colt. “Name’s Evening Mist. Nice to meet you, Princess.” “So, I take it that was Mr. Quilt?” asked Twilight, referring to the rude stallion. Scootaloo and Evening responded with sounds of confirmation. “So,” began Twilight, “what’s this ‘thing’ that Mr. Quilt’s done this time?” “Well,” began the colt, “I should probably tell you the events leading up to that day…”
3: MilkshakeIt all started a few weeks ago when I met this really cute colt in school. At first I thought he was cool, but as time went on, I started to realize I had feelings for him. Like romantic feelings. I was afraid to tell him, because I was scared to. I guess he thought the same way, because he asked me if I wanted to ‘go out’ with him. I hesitated at first, but eventually agreed. We started having lunch together at school, sitting together at assemblies, even just laying under the tree during recess. One day, we decided to go to the ice cream shop to get some milkshakes. Turns out, we didn’t have enough bits to each get one, so we decided to share a large one. I told him about my life at the orphanage and how Mr. Quilt is a big meanie, and he told me about his dreams of becoming a doctor. Everything was going nice until… Evening just stood there crying, almost unable to finish. Eventually he pulled himself together and was able to finish the story. Mr. Quilt came up, saw us sharing the milkshake and he called us ‘faggots.’ Did I mention his name? Oh yeah his name’s Rainfall. Rainfall was appalled. I was hurt. Mr. Quilt always found a way to ruin everything that made me happy. He dragged me back to the orphanage and locked me in my room. He was so mad that he even bolted bars over my window so I couldn’t escape. Thankfully, Rainfall told his parents, and they lodged a complaint. An inspector came and he was forced to take the bars off. This was yesterday. And I guess that leaves us here. That’s what happened.
