Why did it have to come to this?
*Told in 3rd person views*
Apple Bloom was holding on to Scootaloo by her wing. Scootaloo was falling off a cliff, but Apple Bloom had grabbed her friend.
"Hold on Scoots!" Apple Bloom shouted.
"No! I don't deserve life!" and Scootaloo wriggled out of her friends grasp.
---There is a reason to this. What if I told you Scootaloo did deserve this? Would you be shocked? Confused? Both? Because in her eyes, she did.
The filly had come to terms with the fact of her being an orphan, and distracted that memory with flight training. She learned with the help of Rainbow Dash and her filly, who learned at a young age. RD was the caption of the Wonder bolts (no surprise there) and the filly is a Pegasus who is cyan with a hint of pink.
---"Pink?" you might ask. "Who's the father?" you might too. Well here's the answer; Pinkie Pie. Your reaction: "Wha...What? PINKIE PIE? HOW??" My explanation: "Surgery." That is all.
After a few years of training, Rainbow Dash accepted Scootaloo into the Wonder Bolts. Show after show, it was great. Flying and stunting around an arena to roaring applause. For about four months it went like this. Her life was perfect, until Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon came back to Ponyville.
Our well-known Scoots was a full-grown mare and decided to visit Ponyville after a show. She was walking to Sugar Cube Corner for a bite to eat when she heard an all-to familiar voice:
"Well if it isn't Blank-Flank!" said Diamond Tiara
"Yeah, Blank-Flank!" mimicked Silver Spoon
---Yup, Scootaloo hasn't gotten her cutie mark yet. She has tried everything and now worst fears are back.
"No," Scootaloo said, "I don't have, and will not have, my cutie mark now or in the near future. But at least i don't walk around stalking other ponies and pointing out their issues, while their issues are far greater. So no, I don't have a cutie mark. But do you know what I do have?" Then Scootaloo pulled out a sharp blade, engraved with the letters 'DT.'
"What's that?" said Silver Spoon, slowly backing away, fear in her voice.
Diamond Tiara stammered, "Is that--"
"Why, isn't it your dad's knife. Shame he had to commit 'suicide.' Scootaloo said with a grin, twirling the knife in her hooves. She had been planning this for a while now. She was finally going to get revenge. Finally. "Hm, would you look at that? Oh! It's your initials. Funny. Guess I should put it BACK WHERE IT BELONGS!!" With a shout, Scootaloo planted the knife into the chest of the pony opposite of her, Diamond Tiara. Spitting up blood, she said her last words;
"I'm...sorry..."
"It's too late for sorry."
And with that, Scootaloo twisted the curved blade and it punctured DT's heart. The dying pony collapsed to the ground and started having convulsions. Backing away in part smugness, part shock, and with SS long gone, Scootaloo ran into the night, wondering what she had just done. She had to punish herself.
Scootaloo knew what she did was wrong. She also knew that she made the wrong choice with suicide. But if she wanted to save herself, she couldn't because Apple Bloom had damaged her wing. Her life was flashing before her eyes. All the taunts from DT and SS. Then she realized something. They were raised being told that they were better than every-pony else. They were fed lies since birth. It's not their fault. Then, before the rocks pierced Scootaloo's heart, she said her last words;
"I forgive you."
*Told In the views of a Human*
I am a Brony, and it is very obvious. I buy Brony gear and talk about MLP all the time. Then I started reading Fan Fiction and listening to Brony songs. I heard "The Brony Song" and in one line it said " 'My Little Dashy' made me cry." I decided to Google it. When I typed it in, I came across a website known as http://www.fimfiction.net/. I read the story and bawled my eyes out. Then I read the sequel. I cried again! And the whole time I think to myself; "Wouldn't it be great if I got my own pony? It doesn't HAVE to be RD, It can be some-pony else. There's where my adventure started.
I was walking to the store as I usually do when I don't want to be around my family when I found a box. Your probably like; "There's a pony in there and it's a filly and it's exactly like "My Little Dashy." Nope. I looked in the box. Nothing. What your thinking of happened 2 years later.
Still living with my parents I had a part-time job at a dump. Really living the dream. Every once-in-a-while there would be a box with something good in it that was extra. I'm talking everything from old beer to copper blanks not made into pennies yet. It's strange what people throw away. When a well-known shop, 'Every-store,' got torn down, all the stuff got shipped down to us. We went through it all. I actually found something, an Apple Jack plush toy! Not knowing that I'm a Brony, my co-workers wondered why I had stuffed one in my jacket. I said it was for my sister's daughter. I don't even have a sister!
I had it hidden under my pillow and slept holding it every night. I was happy as a duck in a top hat until I found out why it was put in the dump. I was looking if there were more like it, maybe I could get a Rarity! A little fun could be made with that (devious smirk.) *Remembers about audience* Well, back to the story. I was trying to find more when I came across an article. It was about why it was thrown away! Skimming the text, I found a line that sparked my interest; "...responsible for multiple deaths...over 20 recorded 911 calls, all about the toy...'Never buy this!' shouted an angry customer..." I then slowly turned around to see my Apple Jack standing up on it's hind hoofs, sharpening a knife with an evil smile.
Flailing my arms in terror, I lifted my head off of my desk. It had all been a dream, good. I check the time, and it said 10:30. I went to bed, remembering the double-shift day I had promised to take. I snuggled into my blankets and hugged the plush toy. It started beeping rapidly. I threw it against the far wall, backing into the corner of my bed. And then it blew up.
Want a better ending? Just say so in the comments! It was written in a day.
*Told in the views of Angel, the bunny*
Hate. The definition of hate is; "Intense or passionate dislike." My rivalry with Flutter-shy is more than hate. I Despise her. She treats me as if I was born yesterday. Technically, I'm supposed to be running wild in the Ever-Free forest, where I was born. But while my parents were scavenging for food, this frigging pony with screwy eyes picked me up in her mouth and took me to Flutter-shy, the one that ruined my life. That's when I heard my first 'English' from those ponies:
"Oh, do be careful Derpy, baby animals are very fragile!" said Flutter-shy.
"Dun wurry, ah hot em," said Derpy, speaking through a mouthful of me.
Then the door shut behind Derpy. The lights of Flutter-shy's house near blinded me, for my eyes were only a day old. As I slowly opened my eyes, I accepted the creature in front of me to be my mother. Crying for food, I was given a bottle of what seemed to be heaven. It was rabbit milk mixed with several ground carrots. It was all a trap.
When I grew a lot more over the period of months, I was taken around the land of Equestria. Even if you didn't see me, I was there. In Flutter-shy's bags, hitching a ride in her tail, in her mane if I was careful. Whenever Flutter-shy went to Twilight's place, I tagged along. I would read about my kind. After I found out that I didn't belong in Ponyville, I ran away. 'Course that son-of-a-rock came and found me as I was just about as I was entering my parents' house. Now I'm here, stuck in this Celestia-forsaken house with all these birds who think it's great. I wish I could tell then the truth, they could fly away, but I don't speak their language. If you ever wonder why I look so grumpy, you know why. If I look happy, It's only so I could get what I want.
*Still in Angel's point of view*
I shut my computer with a sigh and hid it under my bed. If any-pony say this, they would think it was some other-pony. They would never think that 'Sweet, nice Angel' would know how to type. I hop downstairs and await my breakfast.
