“I don’t want to talk to you any more.”
It took a few seconds for Scootaloo to understand. The words didn’t make sense. Not in that order. Not in that voice. When they finally sank in, her ears went flat and she barely managed to murmur a surprised, “What?”
Thistleroot rolled his eyes and said, very slowly as though speaking to a particularly dim foal, “I don’t want to see you again.”
They were standing outside the school, just before classes started. Thistleroot had been waiting for her on the lawn.
“Why not? What’s going on?” Scootaloo asked with some difficulty. Invisible iron bands wrapped around her chest, making it hard to breathe.
“You’re dangerous,” Thistleroot answered. “I’ve been in danger more times since meeting you than all the rest of my life combined. Cultists, changelings, breaking into a pony’s house? No thanks, I’ve had enough.”
“That’s not...” What, exactly, Scootaloo thought. Isn’t fair? It was completely fair, and rational. Sure, Thistleroot wasn’t always the most rational pony, but he was smart. He could see the risks of being near her, and if he didn’t want to take those risks, nopony could force him.
“But, isn’t that a little extreme?” Scootaloo asked throw a forced smile, as though the two were sharing a joke. “I mean, if you don’t want me dragging you into anything, that makes sense, but what about just talking here, at lunch?”
Thistleroot watched her for a few seconds before turning away. “You’re damaged goods, Scootaloo.”
Scootaloo’s heart hammered against her chest. “What?”
“It’s stamped right there on your flank,” Thistleroot said, pointing.
“My cutie mark doesn’t mean anything like that,” Scootaloo protested.
“Yeah? Would Applebloom agree?”
Scootaloo winced, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. “Don’t say that.”
“Why not? It’s the truth, right?” he said. “I could piece together that much from our little chat. What happened between the two of you.”
“Nothing happened,” Scootaloo insisted, front legs bent as though she wanted to fold in on herself to escape.
“Because you never let anypony in.” The words rang with in her ears, cutting her more deeply than any knife could. Applebloom had said the same thing.
“I have put my tail on the line for you, Scootaloo. I helped you break into Star Shine’s place, dug up information, gone to CMC meetings and fake dates, listened to your fears and heartache, and you still can’t be completely honest with me.”
“Why are you doing this?” Scootaloo asked. Wasn’t it enough to just leave her like everypony else? Why did he have to make it hurt more?
“Because, I was attacked yesterday, and barely managed to get away,” Thistleroot said. “Just for being your friend. Even after everything I’ve done for you, you couldn’t warn me. You couldn’t tell me the truth about why the changelings want you. You were too scared of what I'd say, right?”
Scootaloo’s heart beat so quickly it hurt.
“You’re still doing it. You won’t trust anypony with the truth, even if they might get hurt.” He turned away and started toward the school.
“It’s not like that.”
“Save it for somepomy who cares.”
*****
“Scootaloo?”
“Go away,” she mumbled from under her pillow.
Applebloom nudged the bedroom door open, glancing in worriedly. “Rainbow Dash bought take-out. Are ya hungry?”
“Go away,” she repeated, louder.
“Ya need to eat something.”
“What do you care?” Scootaloo asked without looking up.
“We’re worried about you. You’ve been in here since yesterday, haven’t said more than ten words in all that time. If ya need to talk to somepony—”
“Even if I wanted to, you’d be the last pony on my list,” Scootaloo snapped, flinging the pillow across the room. Applebloom flinched, but it flew wide. She didn’t respond, just shook her head and left.
Ah, so glad to see you’re finally taking my advice.
Scootaloo turned over to face the wall. “I don’t want to talk to my real friends right now. What makes you think I want to talk to some magical side effect?”
What real friends?
Scootaloo fell quiet, eyes closing.
I told you before, he’d figure it out eventually. Face it, Scootaloo, the only one who will never leave you? It’s you.
“Why are you even doing this? Is it your goal to cause me as much pain as possible before the princess manages to get rid of you? I already know what you’re going to say.” She rolled over, jabbing a hoof at the empty room. “Nopony likes you, Scootaloo. You can never have a real friendship. You should be locked away in Tartarus. It’s the same manure I’ve been thinking for ten years.”
Ohoh, Scootaloo, you don’t—
“No, cut that out. You aren’t Discord, stop talking like him. In fact, just stop talking at all.”
Do you really think—
“Yes, I really think I can tell you to shut the hay up. The only reason you’re here is because somepony was messing with my head. There’s no reason I should even be listening to you.”
Scootaloo paused, and was treated to glorious silence. She allowed herself a short smile. It may have been a small victory, considering everything else going on, but she’d take what she could get. The smile faltered, and with a resigned sigh, she pushed herself off the bed and trudged to the door. She made her way slowly to the living room, where Applebloom sat on the couch with a box of fried oats in front of her. “Applebloom?”
“Yeah?”
Scootaloo sat down next to her. “I think we should talk.”
*****
A dark red unicorn mare sat at her desk, skimming silently over the week’s newspaper. No mention of changelings or the CMC. Celestia was keeping everything out of the public view. As she flipped the page, a shadow slid across the desk, blocking her light.
Rose Thorn glanced up from her desk at the gangly unicorn staring nervously. “Yes?”
“Uh, Miss Thorn, it’s about the filly. The one you brought in last week.” The unicorn flicked his tail, glancing away.
“What about her?”
“Well, we think the spell is slipping.”
Rose Thorn set her newspaper aside and fixed him with a steady stare. “And?”
“Well, uh...” he stammered, not prepared for such a question. “It’s... it’s a problem, isn’t it?”
“Well, if the spell fails, we’ll all be sent to prison for a very long time, won’t we?”
“Uh, yes?”
“Then yes, I’d say it’s a problem.”
“Well, yes ma’am,” he said, staring at his forehooves.
“I shouldn’t have to tell you that, should I?” she asked as calmly as ever.
“No ma’am.”
“And I shouldn’t have to tell you what to do.” She leaned forward, putting her snout on her hooves. “Fix it.”
The plot thickens!
Not sure if real Thistleroot or changling imposter. Most likely an imposter though.
No! Thistleroot! You brought some levity into this fic! Don't leave us!
Good chapter, but I'm not entirely happy you seem to have completely skipped over Thistleroot's rescue. What gives? Just not important, or so important that you're not showing it yet/it hasn't actually happened yet? I would be thinking he's actually a changeling, but it wouldn't make sense for a changeling to admit that they've been kidnapping. Plus, of course, he knows way too much about his relationship with Scootaloo.
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It's possible he wasn't rescued, and just managed to get away from the changelings after a struggle. He did notice something was off before they were able to attack him.
So, for some reason, someponies want Scootaloo to completely breakdown. And are we FINALLY going to find out with happened between Applebloom and Scootaloo?
box of friend oats in front of her fried oats??
CAPITALIZE ON ANTICIPATION ENERGY, INITIATE IMAPTIENT TEMPORAL SHIFT!
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Well, in the show they order daisy sandwiches and stuff. I figured take-out, rather than fried rice, fried oats.
1788544 I get the fried oats; that's good. You wrote FRIEND oats, which is what I meant to point out. Sorry if that was confusing.
Was anyone else not able to see italics?
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Oh, oops
Thanks.
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Eheh...heh.......I'll just go fix that.
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Don't worry about it. Also, digging the swell icon
Dang, this is getting good.
Actually, I should say 'better', not 'good'.
And that's saying something.
And the plot gets BETTER! Thistleroot, please be an imposter!
1786149 Could also be brainwashed
The thick plottens. Continue.
So, a little checklist:
1. Thistleroot was captured and impersonated.
2. The changelings cast the spell on Scoots, including the voice in her head. It's not Discord.
3. However, the voice knows a lot. I think someone relatively close to Scoots is involved.
4. The CMC are clearly in on this. Maybe not all of them, but some are. Or, perhaps the changelings have infiltrated them. Either way, the CMC have some cleaning up to do.
Probably some pretty obvious conclusions to reach at this point, but whatever.
My personal opinion is that Thistleroot was kidnapped by the changelings and the impostor-Thistleroot told that to Scootaloo to manipulate her into doing something for somepony, just the way Discord manipulated her though Sweetie Belle.
Or, in shorter terms:
iT'S RARITY ALL OVER AGAIN! noooooo