Scootaloo pinballed frantically around town, trying to tell whoever she could and the colt she had seen. Finally coming to a halt at the clubhouse, she flung herself at the door and burst in. Sweetie Belle and Applebloom stared at her, shocked. "What are ya doin', Scoot? Ya broke the bucking door off!" Applebloom exclaimed angrily, pointing at the empty door hinges.
She turned to Sweetie Belle, and gasped. The door had smash into her, pinning her against the wall and knocking her out cold. "Sweetie Belle!" she gasped, lunging at her friend and shaking her.
"Applebloom, guess what I saw on Twilight's TV? It was a-" Scootaloo started.
"Sweetie Belle, wake up, are y'all ok now? Sweetie Belle? Sweetie Belle!" Applebloom cried as she shook her fellow crusader. "AppleBloom! It was a dead-" Scootaloo tried to explain.
"Scootaloo, not now!" Applebloom hissed. "Sweetie Belle, Sweetie Belle!". Finally, Sweetie Belle's eyes flickered open and she gasped a tiny puff of air.
"Oh, good! You're awake! I can finally tell Applebloom my story!" Scootaloo cheered. Both other fillies gasped, and Scootaloo gave a puzzled look. "Sweetie Belle, you can hear it too, of course." she assured, waving her hoof as if it was a completely obvious statement. Applebloom glared viciously.
"Yer best pal Sweetie Belle could have died 'cause uh yer dumb move, and all yah care about is yer darned story!" she accused, putting her hoof in the middle of Scootaloo's chest, pinning her there. "What's wrong with y'all!?" she hissed.
Sweetie Belle gave an upset look of anger and sadness, and looked at Scootaloo. "You didn't even care!" she teared up as she walked out of the clubhouse. She walked on and on, until she reached the boutique. She sighed, plopping down in the tree in front of it. Suddenly, a drop of water was felt on her coat. Then another, then another. it was raining, slowly and lightly at first, but then, heavily and quickly. Good. Under the cover of rain, nobody could see her tears. Slowly, she let them fall.
Like the rain, there were more and more as time passed.
"...Sweetie Belle?" asked a voice. "Ah knew y'all'd be here. This is yer spot when the world feels big." Applebloom layed down beside her friend. Sweetie Belle sniffled. "Sweetie, ah know what Scootaloo did was horrible, and ah don't expect y'all to forgive her any time soon. But y'all need tuh know, I'll always be here for y'all when ye'r sad." Applebloom smiled weakly, and lifted her friend's chin with her hoof. "Y'all can't let Scootaloo rule yah, we're the Cutie Mark Crusaders, and that means friends forever, Sweetie Belle. Everything will turn out ok, I promise!".
Tears trickled from Sweetie's eyes, but she wiped them away and took a deep breath before standing up, still letting her eyelids droop, and tear stains remain on her cheeks. "Let's do one of those thingies Twilight has, maybe. What's it called, an Awesome Song War or something?" she suggested.
"An Epic Pony Rap Battle of History? Sounds like a great idea!" Applebloom praised.
"EPIC PONY RAP BATTLES OF EQUESTRIA!" Twilight screamed.
"VS...SWEETIE BELLE AND APPLEBLOOM!"
Really Sweetie, it was just a door!
How could something so meaningless pin you to the floor?
Worthless, horrid, disrespectful and weak!
What's that Weepy Belle? Too sad to speak?
I'm incredible at everything that has to do with anything
or nothing at all that has to do with your sad life and menacing.
You're useless, stupid, can't rap to save your life!
Not at all would I be surprised if someday you grew and had a wife!
Sweetie gasped, and felt the tears come again. She couldn't do this. Scootaloo had gone too far.
"Applebloom, I can't do this!" she sobbed. Applebloom gasped. She had to do something!
Scootaloo, you've gone over the line!
You're a bad friend, can't y'all tell that that ain't fine?
Sweetie Belle is sad! I better help her out!
Unlike you, who I couldn't give a flying feather 'bout!
Yer not a crusader!
Yer a betrayer!
You'll never be the mayor!
You're the worst friend in history,
why is a mystery!
Maybe it's 'cause yer all alone and y'all got no family!
Scootaloo's eyes welled with tears at the thought of her dead parents.
I can't BELIEVE YOU!
WITH NO CONSIDERATION!
THE SOLID CONCENTRATION OF MY RHYMES IS ENOUGH
TO BLAST YOU OFF TO A PLACE WHERE THE LOVE IS TOUGH.
I DON'T CARE ABOUT SWEETIE ANYMORE!
BOTH MY FRIENDS BETRAYED ME,
BOTH MY FRIEND'S ARE WHORES!
"STAAAAAAAAAHP!" Applebloom screamed, pulling a sobbing Sweetie Belle away from a soulless looking Scootaloo.
"No!" Sweetie Belle wailed.
YOU'RE A DEMENTED LITTLE ORPHAN
WITH NOTHING TO LIVE FOR!
WHY DON'T YOU JUST DIE NOW!
OR SPARE US ALL AND WALK OUT THE DOOR NOW!
WE HATE YOU! YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS ANYMORE!
I'M A BUCKING DICTIONARY, WANNA KNOW THE MEANING OF WHORE?!
I THINK NOT!
I'LL TELL YOU NOW,
I'M LEAVING! I'M SO TIRED OF BEING PLAYED BY YOU!
"WHO WON? WHO'S NEXT? YOU DECIDE IN THE COMMENTS BELOW!" Twilight screamed.
Sweetie Belle ran off in a hysterical fit of sobs. "Sweetie Belle, wait!" Applebloom called, and galloped a few step before stopping and turning to Scootaloo who was facing the ground but still looking at Applebloom, with her ears down. "Ah hope ya'll'er happy now." Applebloom scowled, and began to gallop again.