Scootaloo had seen many ponies around her with a very special some pony.
Except for her, she felt lonely. Even her friends had very special some ponies.
Needless to say Scootaloo is jealous, in this tragic tail of; Death, Mistakes, and Apologies.
This now late-teen mare, will be put through a lot of tragic "happenings".
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"Hey, Scoots you comin'?" Sweetie Bell asked, as she walked into the Cutie Mark Crusader's clubhouse.
"Oh, I don't think so," Scootaloo responded sadly, from beside her friend.
"Why not?" Sweetie Bell asked, concerned.
"Well because-I just-Just go without me, okay," Scootaloo stated flatly, not wanting to explain why.
Scootaloo had been going through a lot of emotions. Her friends tried to help, but to no avail, Scootaloo was still sad.
The reason being that she didn't have a very special somepony, or a cutie mark yet like her friends did. She saw that they were happy, but she wasn't.
"Okay whatever ya' say Scootaloo, see you tommorrow. I guess?" Sweetie Bell stated, still concerned.
Sweetie Bell left the depressed Scootaloo alone.
"Why does everypony get a companion, but me?" Scootaloo asked herself. She plopped herself down on the wooden clubhouse floor, both depressed and angry.
About a week ago, she actually tried hanging herself. She was just so sad and angry. Though, her plan failed when her friends walked in.
Sweetie Bell and Applebloom as well as Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Twlight, and Applejack had noticed this behavior.
They had first noticed the behaviors when Scootaloo didn't go on as many 'Cutie Crusades' as she normally did with Sweetie Belle and Applebloom.
"Hmm, what to do," Scootaloo thought to herself.
Suddenly, the door flung open. Diamond Tiara, being revealed as the culprit.
"Well hello Ms. Blank Flank 3, the only without her cutie mark. How pitiful," said Diamond Tiara, giggling obnoxiously.
"What business do you have here, Tiara?!" Shouted Scootaloo tensing up. Scootaloo did not like one bone in this mare's body.
"Well I was just checking up on the chicken," spat the mare.
"I am not a chicken!" Scootaloo yelled, curling up her hooves, in anger.
"Yes you are," rebutted Diamond Tiara.
"No I am NOT!" Scootaloo shouted again, getting even more angry with the intruder.
"Yes you ar-" Diamond Tiara was interrupted by a hoof-punch delivered by the other. Scootaloo's temper was now pushed way over the limit.
"Am NOT! AM NOT!" Scootaloo yelled angrily.
Each time she said, "AM NOT!" she delivered another punch to the helpless filly.
"AM NOT! AM NOT!" she continued.
Scootaloo was now on top of her, punching even more rapidly with every blow.
The door to the treehouse opened.
"SCOOTALOO GET OFF OF HER!" yelled a voice.
It was Applejack. She had heard the commotion and had come to see what was going on, only to find Diamond Tiara, getting beaten half to death.
Her friends, Sweetie Bell and Applebloom, were with Applejack.
Applejack pried Scootaloo from Diamond Tiara's nearly lifeless body, while Sweetie Bell and Applebloom helped up her up.
Applejack took both of the fillies to the pony hospital. She asked her friends if they could come see if they could figure out what got into, Scootaloo.
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"Well Applejack, I do recommend keeping your sister away from her for the time being. I am afraid that SHE will get hurt like Diamond Tiara did tonight. Also, Rarity keep Sweetie Bell away from her. Just until I can evaluate was is going on with Scootaloo," Twilight said to a very distraught Rarity and Applejack.
Both of the mares nodded to this idea.
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"How bad is the damage, Redheart?" asked a very worried Cheerilee.
"Well she does have a broken jawbone and some swelling, but the good news is she is gonna be okay," explained Redheart.
"Oh thank Celestia she is alright," Cheerilee said with a sigh of relief.
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Rainbow Dash thought that talking to the distraught filly would help.(Seeing how, Scootaloo was Rainbow Dash's biggest fan)
"Listen, Scoot, Can you tell me why it is you did that horrible thing?" Rainbow Dash asked, worryingly.
"You don't understand," Scootaloo lashed crossing her arms and looking to the oppisite side of the room, ignoring Rainbow Dash.
"Well, if you would just te-"
"I TOLD YOU! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" Scootaloo yelled, rising from the hospital bed. "NOW GET OUT, I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU!" Scootaloo continued spitting the harsh words at Rainbow Dash.
Rainbow Dash had gotten up after that, walking towards the door while sobbing quietly.
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(Back at the waiting portion of Scootaloo's room)
"How long has Rainbow Dash been in there?" Rarity asked, looking through a one way mirror.
"An hour, I think. She has been trying to get Scootaloo to talk," explained Twilight.
They saw Rainbow Dash trotting out of the room.
"Well?" Rarity asked, hoping for a good answer.
"Well, she is not saying much of anything, let's just hope it doesn't happen again," Rainbow Dash stated, a bit concerned.
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(Later that night)
All the other ponies had gone home to get some sleep, however, Scootaloo was doing something else.
"Heh, heh, it is time Scootaloo," said a voice inside Scootaloo's head.
This voice had started speaking to her, after she had become jealous of pretty much everypony, Whom she now 'kinda' hated. She had thought all of them had turned against her.
"Ok, how shall we do it?" Scootaloo asked the voice, rubbing her two fore hoofs together, menacingly.
"Well, we could disconnect the IV, or no wait, even better, we could drown her or maybe even smother her," the voice reccomended.
Scootaloo, got out of the hospital bed, listening to the voice
She went to Room 314. Once there she saw Diamond Tiara, asleep in her bed.
She climbed into bed with the sleeping mare and slowly put a pillow over her head.
All was going well, but then, something went wrong.
Diamond Tiara woke up at the very last second and started yo scream, but luckily, her shrieks were muffled by the pillow.
"Who- Are -You-MMMM!" Diamond Tiara struggled to take a breath, but couldn't.
"It is done," Scootaloo said to herself, lifting the white pillow from Diamond Tiara's lifeless face.
"Now for Step 2 - One Sweet Apple!"
Scootaloo walked out of the room, with a mischievous smile on her face, which no doubt screamed, "evil intentions..."
Scootaloo walked back to the Cutie Mark Crusader's clubhouse, she saw that Applebloom and
Sweetie Bell were there.
She had to wait until one of the two left. Two were just to much to handle on her.
"Well, Sweetie Bell, I gotta go," Applebloom said, walking out the clubhouse door.
"Alright, I'm going to stay here. I have to figure some things out," Sweetie Bell responded, as she guided Applebloom out.
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Scootaloo approached the white unicorn.
"Hello, Sweetie Bell."
"Oh my, um... Rarity said I have to stay away from you, and how did you get out of the hospital?"
"Oh you know, if ya' put your mind to somethin, you get it done," Scootaloo responded, her speech resembling Applebloom's. She started to approach the white filly.
"Why are you talking like Applebloom?" Sweetie Bell asked, before she was knocked to the ground by her once best friend.
"I want to play a game," Scootaloo said, leaning towards Sweetie Bell. "It's called, The Knife Game."
"Why are you doing this?"
"NO! My student will not talk unless spoken to. You disappointed us."
Scootaloo had started speaking in third-person as soon as she started hearing the voices.
Scootaloo got a knife and put it on top of Sweetie Bell's hoof.
"I have one hoof, this knife goes chop, chop, chop. I have all my hooves, for if I move I will not have a hoof left. Hey, Chop, Chop, Chop, Chop, Chop." Scootaloo slammed the knife on the desk that she was doing this on, after she got done with the game.
"Let's do that again, shall we. But this time-" Scootaloo was interrupted by Sweetie Bell kicking her back and trying to get out of the treehouse.
"Nu-Uh. Bad pony!" Scootaloo pushed Sweetie Bell onto a edge of a counter, a pool of blood started to leak out of the filly's cracked skull. Sweetie Bell was not dead yet.
"Now I am bored of you!"
Scotaloo, then tossed Sweetie Bell out of the window.
CRASH!
Sweetie Bell hit a pile of wood that was laying below that treehouse.
Scotaloo smiled at her friend plummeting to her death.
"Hmmm, now to Apple Acres. For more fun!" Said the voice in Scootaloo's head. She walked off, with sinister intentions.
Rarity was coming to check on Sweetie Bell when she saw something, totally the opposite of what she expected.
Her sister had about five bones that had broke the skin. Sweetie Bell's skull was cracked open as well.
"OH MY CELESTIA,SWEETIE BELL!" Rarity screamed as she ran to her sister's lifeless corpse.
"What's all the commotion abou-" said Applejack being interrupted by what she saw. A bloody Sweetie Bell being cradled by a now blood-stained, Rarity.
"Oh no."
"Who would do this?" Rarity said, this sentence was barely audible, because she was sobbing so much.
"I know, the exact same pony who murdered Diamond Tiara, last night." Cheerilee said walking up behind Applejack, with Applebloom by her side.
"No, you can't mean that-"
"Scootaloo,yes she did."
Applejack,Applebloom,and Cheerilee went to the hospital to investigate the murder.
"I know why she did as well," Cheerillee said looking at the lifeless body of her student. As the doctors put a thin blanket over Sweetie Bell.
"Why?" both Applejack asked out of extreme curiosity.
"You know, how both Sweetie Bell and Applebloom have their cutie marks.-" Cheerille was cut off by Applejack.
"This whole darn' thing is not just because of jealousy," Applejack said, scornfully.
"-No, but of also rage," Cheerilee said finishing her sentence.
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Scootaloo headed towards Sweet Apple Acres, when she was stopped by Big Mac.
"SCOOT! I must take you to the pony police to turn you in." Big Mac said, grabbing one of Scootaloo's hooves.
"Oh, well. I don't think you want to do that Mr."
"Why did you call-URG!"
Scootaloo stabbed him with a left over peice of wood. Leaving the object in Big Mac's throat, as she walked closer to the house.
Scootaloo entered the house, noticing nopony was there...
"SCOOT! Stop!" a pony in doorway yelled towards the pegasus. It was Cheerrilee, they had gotten back from the hospital.
"Ha Ha. There you are Applebloom." Scootaloo said as she walked down the stairs, scalpel in hand.
"Stop this madness, Scoot. Please," Applebloom pleaded, as came from behind Cheerilee.
"NO!" Scoot started to wave the scalpel around, theatricall, sobbing, "All ponies have betrayed us!"
"What us?" Applebloom asked, thinking why her once friend would talk in third person.
Scootaloo cocked her neck, her eyes blood-shot. "It is time, Scootaloo. Do it NOW!" the voice said to her.
Scootaloo lept towards the filly, putting the scalpel in front of her.
"APPLEBLOOM!" Applejack shouted as she walked in, and saw Applebloom's neck slash back.
"HA HA HA HA!" Scootaloo laughed as she saw Applebloom's body lay, bleeding out.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" Applejack said, as she ran towards the insane foal.
Scoot waved her hoof in the air, put it up to her neck, and jetted her hoof to the left.
Her neck was slit...she bled out right there on that grass....
This is what she heard before she killed herself, "Alright, Scootaloo. Kill yourself so we shall take over the Afterlife."
Scootaloo agreed and slit her throat.
Cheerilee, Applejack, and Rarity surrounded the corpse.
"Why, Scoot?" Rarity cried, as she broke down and leaned on Applejack's shoulders, still crying.
"Hope, Hope. It is not a subject. It is a emotion." Cheerilee said, as she bowed her head. And picked up Scootaloo.
"Where are you going Cheer?" Applejack asked.
"Even if this pony was a murderer, it doesn't mean she deserves an improper burial."
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"Goodbye, Scoot. You were a good student," Cheerilee said, putting Scootaloo on a simple wooden boat, heading towards the Celestial Waterfall.
Cheerille walked off....
"WAKE UP, SCOOT!" the voice appeared....-
THE.....END.....
