The Diary of Ghostly Scootaloo

by ObsidianPony


Entry 5

I tried to apologise to Ditzy today; Dinky was getting picked on by some mean colts because her mum has funny eyes. I love her eyes! And she always gave me muffins whenever I wanted them even when she was busy!

So she was being bullied and I decided to see if I can pick things up long enough to do something worthwhile. I must be getting better at it because I picked up this huge table and dropped it on the bullies, that table was like weightless; who knew being a ghost turns you into Mare Do Well?

Apparently that didn’t help much because now Dinky’s in trouble with Miss Cherilee.

Why can’t I do anything right, I can’t even die properly! No wonder Rainbow Dash hated me so much that she wanted me dead, I’m surprised she even gave me a chance to begin with, she could probably see how worthless I was for ages.

Has it always been like this? Have I always just been some useless tagalong filly that never helped anypony and got in the way? Maybe I shouldn’t have tried to escape from the factory at all, maybe it was only fitting that I’d be killed there.

At least as a rainbow I’m useful. Kind of.

I can feel myself getting weaker right now; I can’t lift objects for so long after that bench and I can’t even fly as long as I want anymore, I’m starting to get tired again. Stupid, stupid, stupid Scootaloo, you’ve probably gone and managed to get yourself killed again you useless chicken.

And by sweet Celestia’s flank, the constant grinding and noises in my head will, not, stop! Please, I’ll do anything, I’ll be made into a rainbow all over again just please get rid of these noises.

Somepony help me!

Sweetie, Applebloom...

Rainbow Dash.

Anypony, just make it stop!