Overthrown Book Three: Truths Untold And Friendships Refold

In a huge house in Ponyville, Filthy Rich, Spoiled Milk, Diamond Tiara, and Silver Spoon were waiting out the war. Even though chaos was unfolding outside of the house, the Rich family was still safe and making money. Filthy Rich had recently started making pitchforks and loaning out money to military agencies in support of the war efforts. He made so much money from that, he bought three hot tubs, one for each room of his house. This annoyed Spoiled Milk a bit, but the war was a blessing in disguise for Filthy.

"Girl! Big news!' Filthy said, with a hint of enthusiasm. "We just sold our 1,000th pitchfork to a major rebellion in Canterlot! Honestly, if we keep making money at this rate, we could probably afford that new house we were looking at in Ponyville! Who knows?! Maybe we'll even be able to afford three matching P-Wagons!"

"Come on, Dad!" Diamond Tiara said, with a hint of annoyance in her voice. "How could you worry about affording nice things during a time like this?!"

"With a massive check, of course," Filthy said. "Trust me, honey. Your Daddy will make sure that after this war, you are set in a position for..."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of explosions could be heard in the distance, interrupting Filthy's monologue to Diamond Tiara. What was that? Had the war finally gotten to them? How in the hoove did someone manage to sneak into their gated community?

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Filthy, Spoiled Milk, Diamond Tiara, and Silver Spoon gathered near the door to see who was at the door. When Filthy opened it, to his shock, it was Scootaloo, holding a honey-baked ham.

"Hey," Scootaloo said.

"Hey, Scoot," Filthy said, in a voice that was uncomfortable. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I just figured I'd bring a ham to you guys, treat you to a nice dinner as a thank you for supporting the war effort," Scootaloo said, before noticing everyone frozen in place. "Well, what are you waiting for? Come eat before it gets cold."

Filthy, Spoiled Milk, Diamond Tiara, and Silver Spoon nodded hesitantly. This was suspicious. But none of the ponies wanted to admit their skepticism about this whole ordeal. They just cut into the ham and enjoyed it. Things went well at first: The group of ponies chatted it up like they were at a high school reunion, and Filthy even offered Scootaloo a job working with him on a political run for mayor of Ponyville once the war ended. But then, Scootaloo proposed an activity to do with Filthy.

"Hey, Filthy," Scootaloo said. "Let's play some pool for a bit."

"Uh... OK?" Filthy said as he got his pool stick.

"So," Scootaloo said, making her first shot. "Do you remember that day when your daughter was the newspaper editor?"

"She was?" Filthy said, a hint of surprise in his voice.

"Oh yeah," Scootaloo said. "Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, and I were tasked with creating the Gabby Gums column. It became so popular, we started selling the papers around Ponyville." As she made her next shot, Scootaloo realized Filthy wasn't paying attention. "And you don't remember those columns, do you?"

"I may remember them," Filthy said. "I've just been so busy with the business, you know?"

"Well to put it simply, Diamond Tiara gaslit us into writing hurtful columns and then produced stories on us, humiliating us in front of the entire school!" Scootaloo said, a hint of rage in her voice. "We didn't get a lunch in peace for a week thanks to her!"

"Look, Scoots! She was young back then, OK?" Filthy said, getting even more nervous.

"Oh, I know," Scootaloo said. "Hey, Filthy. I'm about to win. Why don't you watch me take this last shot over there?"

Scootaloo pointed to the walk-in oven that Filthy so happily boasted about. The Riches had bought it before the war in order to make roasted zap apple jam out of the supply they got from the Apple Family. But when the orange pegasus pointed to the oven with a grim smile on her face, Filthy knew what she wanted her to do.

"Get in the oven, Filthy," Scootaloo said, with an evil grin on her face.

"Scoot, he had nothing to do with.." Silver Spoon tried to say.

"Shush! He's an accomplice!" Scootaloo interrupted, before turning back to Filthy. "How about this: Get in the oven or everyone in here goes in with you!"

Filthy, trembling with fear, trotted into the oven, trying to figure out what had happened to the sweet Cutie Mark Crusader. Was she always this rageful? Did Diamond Tiara's bullying make her like this? Should he have stepped in and taught her daughter kindness before it was too late? So many questions were floating through his mind. But there was no turning back now.

"I'm... Sorry!" Filthy said, a hint of fear in his voice. "I'm so so sorry."

"You're sorry? Now? Why?" Scootaloo asked as she was about to slam the door. "Diamond Tiara was young back then, right?"

With a wink and a smile, Scootaloo slammed the walk-in oven door and turned the oven up to 250 degrees. Filthy Rich screamed and banged on the door, as the flames engulfed him. Spoiled Milk, Diamond Tiara, and Silver Spoon looked at Scootaloo with a sense of horror, as the young pegasus went back to the pool table. She aimed her pool stick carefully at the ball and took a shot. As she watched the lights fade on Filthy, she noticed her shot missed the last ball needed to win.

"Oh, you probably would've won, Filthy," Scootaloo said, with a psychotic smile on her face. "You were always one for the high life."