Scootaloo has been the Deadmare for 13 years, now she must face her last one last foe to earn her just reward. She must face the Lord of the Unliving.
Scootaloo is dead. Has been for 13 years (this take place 25 years after 'To be a Hero in Changing Times', when this Scootaloo and the other two crusaders were eight. She died when she was Twenty). When you die, you think you learn what role you played and how important you really are to the universe. Because of that belief, Scootaloo thinks she was worthless.
She was once famous as the Cloudsdale Brand, but now she believes that even those close her never thought she was important to them. She is wrong.
She, at the behest of Rama Kushna(also known as the entity of the white light) is about to face a Monster known as Nekron. If she fails to defeat it, she will cease to exist and the dead shall raise. But if she succeeds, she not only will she save the world, but she just might Live again.
This is a Super Equestria Story
Yeah, I killed Scootaloo to make her the Deadman of my universe, don't worry though. She gets a happy ending (Not that kind, you sick prevs)
Super Equestria has a lot of characters taking on duel role or becoming composite characters to keep it a simple universe compared to other versions that are more complicated.
This will not be a long fic, maybe three to four chapters, and writing it is to help clear my head for the other two Stories (The Doomsday fight is kicking my ass, as I can't seem to make Doomsday seem threatening without making Celestia and Luna look week compared to Clark. An the Flash is going nowhere fast, pun intended).
The Last Day of the Dead Mare - A Super Equestria Story
By Sparkfire
What Am I worth, Rainbow Dash?
You’ve probably never heard of me. I wasn’t that famous.
You can call me the Cloudsdale Brand- though my friends called me Scootaloo back when I was alive.
Yeah, I’m dead. Died when I was Twenty, which sucks.
Now I spend most of my time watching over the living. Sorta like a guardian angel - Specifically to the kids of my friends.
Apple Blooms ‘kids’ are the most unique. Mostly because she built all them when we were eight. Platinum is alright, if a little girly. Lead seems to be a Lunkhead, and Mercury is just crazy. And to top it all off, she has more of them. I didn’t even know machines could be as life-like as these are.
Sweetie Belle is now a mother. Cute kid, save for the fact he can turn into any animal on the planet. How she puts up with that, I’ll never know. He may be adopted, yet he fits in with her family really nicely. I have no clue how. Maybe Rarity mellowed out over the years.
Who knows, but she does accept him - even if he’s green.
All these kids with superpowers though, makes me wonder.
Was I worth anything? I mean I was only active as the Cloudsdale Brand for three years. Sure I was good at stunts and stuff, but how does that compare to ponies who do what I did like it’s no big deal.
Yeah, being dead sucks flank big time. Gives you too much time to think.
Still, I doubt I ever made a difference in anyponies’ lives, even when I was one of the living.
That’s just how it is.
The dead know their true value to the world.
“Scootaloo, I have an assignment for you.” The entity behind me spoke.
“Oh goody. I hope it’s like the last one. I mean, a rich filly that decided to commit suicide because she was bored? How the hell does boredom amount to a bucking good reason for suicide?” I said, Sarcastically for part of it, and disbelief for the second part.
Seriously, the only reason she try to kill her was nothing exciting happened to her. At the time, I was wondering what the point of helping her was. It was easy to solve, but I definitely don’t want to deal with that kind of stupid again.
“Oh, this will be your last assignment Scootaloo. You see, a fillys’ life is endangered due to a very powerful and dangerous monster. Succeed, and you’ll find you reward will far surpass your expectations. However, there is a downside.”
“Ok Rama, I’ll bite. What happens to me this time. I get sealed into a cat for a month? A bird?”
“None of the above. If you fail, you will cease to exist.” Rama, said entity, spoke matter of factly.
“Wait, What?” I asked, incredulous of her statement. Ceasing to exist is not something I ever really considered.
“You will be erased from existance. This the drawback of dieing while a ghost. Oh, and the fact that failing means that, if this monster wins, everything that lives will die. Does that answer any other questions you have?”
With a sigh, I ask the only question I can.
“Where is this filly ‘o’destiny’ at? I wanna make sure I get save the right filly.”
“At the Ponyville cemetery is where you’ll find her. Trust me, it will shock you when you meet her in person. She will see you, but until this monster is stopped you’ll never see her.”
“Great,just great. At least I get to visit my body. I’m probably the only one who visit my anyway. Guess it’s because I was unimportant.”
“Scootaloo, you are not unimportant now nor when you were alive. You …..” I cut Rama off fast.
“Rama, Don’t sugar coat it for me. When I died, I saw just how important to everypony I was. I...I know I’m unimportant. Both dead and alive, but as long I as CAN do something to help those who need help, I will help them. Even if they don’t realize it, they have somepony who is at least willing to try to help them.
“I may be useless in the grand scheme of thing, but that doesn’t means I can't do something” There, I said it. Had to be said. I was young, stupid, naive and thought the world revolved around me back before I died. Now I’ve seen the light, both literally and figuratively.
“That is far from the truth. Your perceived importance/unimportance to the world doesn’t matter even if you’re dead. You won’t understand till this over, but you will understand.”
Guess we’re just going to have to agree to disagree. Rama always was cryptic like that anyway.
“Look, I’m going to the graveyard. If I don’t exist anymore, I failed. I don’t, well keep you reward anyway. It’ll just be wasted on me.”
With that, I was off.
When I got there, it was night.
“Well, better start looking for whatever the hell this monster is. I start at my grave since it’s close to the front. Wait...why is somepony sitting at my grave?”
Yeah, somepony was sitting right in front of it. And, I was shocked at who it was.
A Cyan mare with a rainbow mane and tail, and it looked like she had been crying.
I could only say one thing, though I knew she couldn’t hear me.
“Rainbow?”
This was not right. Why is she here? And she’s crying, at my grave. What the tartarus is going on here?
Rainbow “I’m so awesome, I perform Sonic Rainbooms while walking” Dash actually looked like she’d been crying. I’ve never seen her like this before. Sure, she’s shown fear and cried, but never like this though.
I decided to float over to see what was wrong. I mean she can’t see me since I’m a ghost, so she'll still keep her dignity.
As I made way over to her, I got a strange feeling that something wasn’t right about the area. As if we were in an area devoid of emotions and life. You living folks would say that all graveyards feel that way, but truthfully, they actually just feel somber and sad. Few have the will to hold back their emotion enough to not be affected by it though.
Whatever I was feeling, I could tell it was far off. Maybe and hour away at most. Maybe I could see what was wrong with Dash first, then deal with whatever was headed this way.
What’s wrong with wanting to know what your friends are up to.
Greed
Ok what hell was that? Sounded like somepony was whispering the word ‘greed’ into my non-corporeal ears. That was weird.
As I looked around to search for the source of the strange, I heard Dash start talking...to me.
“Scoots, I don’t know if you can hear me where you, but I really need to talk to you. Yeah, I know- me talking out my problems.”Rainbow started awkwardly, not knowing how to really express emotion like this.
“Look, I’m sorry for this.. your death I mean. I should of been faster, should done more to save you when it happened- ” Rainbow just stop talking for a moment, and it seems she was trying not to cry.
After a minute she started speaking again.
“I always will blame myself for this. Twilight, Soarin’, and even Pinkie keep telling me there was nothing I could of done. I know that up here.” She said, pointing her hoof to her head. “But here.” Rainbow spoke somberly, pointing to her heart.”I will always believe I could have done something”
I couldn’t believe it, she was confessing to a crime that no one believes she committed. Not only that, but the crime -my murder- was done while she was in Canterlot with the Wonderbolts.
Found the flankhole who did it myself. He turned himself in five years ago. I think he’s afraid of ghosts now.
It was never her fault, she shouldn’t blame herself. She has her whole life ahead of her. She will always be going forward towards her goals, no matter what.
Compassion
Hope
Dashs’ voice breaks me out of my trance.
“Kid, I think I need to get off this guilt stuff for a while. Maybe give an update on what’s happen to everyone.
“Let’s start with Iris, you remember her? She’s got a coltfriend now, and as loath as I am to admit it, he’s faster than ME. Yeah, you heard me. Kid’s faster than anything I’ve ever seen. The embarrassing part is…..he’s a unicorn.
Wait, what? Did Dash just admit she was slower than a unicorn? I gotta meet this guy.
“It weird though. He’s faster than me, yet he doesn’t care about fame or being awesome. You see, he’s a CSI investigator for the Central Canterlot Police Department. Kind of glad he is too. The way he took down that Captain Cold guy was just-” She stopped talking, like she was trying to find the words. Finally, they came.
“Beyond anything I could ever do with the Sonic Rainboom. But he needs me still, because unlike us pegasi, he can’t really control his perception of speed or reactions at high speed yet. Somehow, what ever gave him his powers also allows him on clouds too.
“Then there’s your friends and former bullies. Sweetie adopted a foal, think his was name Logansomething or other. Pinkie keeps calling him Garfield for some reason.
“Apple Boom, well…… She and Silver Spoon now argue over whose mechanical ponies are better. Yeah, the Metals are more life like and much more versatile. I mean don’t get me wrong, Silver Spoons’ two are incredible, but they just lack something.
“Amazo is a lame name for a pony, real or not. And Red Tornado seems…..creepy. Never thought that brat would be a rival to anypony, let a lone Apple Blooms’.
"Then there’s Diamond Tiara. I don’t know what happened, but she’s changed. She’s a business mare now, owns’ businesses like Tiara Unlimited Works , Diamond Corp, and both the Daily Sun and Nightly Moon papers’. Funnily enough, she Clarks’ boss.
“I don’t know how he stands her, but it seems she’s got a thing for him. Fluttershy says he doesn’t really know how to handle it. They argue a lot, according to Shy. I don’t think Clark knows how to feel about her.
“Odd how she actually matured in the last twenty-five years. Still seems shady and snooty though. She did tone down her haughtiness quite a bit , but still…” Dash trailed off at that for some reason, and she seemed to shiver as well.
I don’t blame her for that, she is at a graveyard after all.
I knew about Silver Spoon and her RoboPonies. Dash was right about one thing- they really don’t show emotion well. Makes them seems creepier than Apple Blooms’ Metals. At least they actually act like they can feel emotion.
But Diamond and Clark? That is creepy and wrong on so many levels. She did seem to back off on teasing and bullying us Crusaders, but Clark is Equestrias’ biggest colt scout.
Diamond, is the worlds’ (second)biggest control freak. If she can’t have it in anyway, she will destroy it. I mean Clark is probably the only being on the planet that is powerful enough to challenge her..in...any…way……… well buck me.
Should of figured that was the reason.
Well I hope she’s done, I don’t dash caught up in what might go down.
Fear
Before I can do anything, I feel something coming this way. And it’s coming fast.
Even Dash can tell something was wrong.
Then we heard it.
“The Blackest night falls from the skies, The darkness grows as all light dies. We crave your hearts and demise, By my black Hand, THE DEAD SHALL RISE”
Behind my grave, the creature appeared. Looked like a Skeleton of a human or something similar, with glowing red eyes.
Wonder why it’s right hand looks like it’s on...fire? Wait, why is the fire black?
“Well, seems I have an audience. Tell me little pony with the colorful mane, what is your name?” The Skeletal creature asked….. Rainbow….oh crap!
“W..wh...Why should I tell you my name ugly?” Dash stuttered, yet still composed enough to insult him.
“Such manners, but I should introduced myself first. I am call many things; the Darkness before the light, the master of the dead, the Black. However, you may call me Nekron, Lord of the Unliving.”
“I’m going to go out on a limb here, and say giving you my name is a bad idea.”
“It doesn’t matter, I’ll know it some enough. For now, I want to reunite you with your friend here.” He said, pointing a finger down at my grave.
Right before before he blast a hole in it with his burning hand. Did I mention the the fire was black for some reason?
Then he dropped a small black object down said hole.
Next thing we know, we’re hearing another voice. Right along with seeing a black blast of energy shooting up out of my grave.
Scootaloo of Equestria
As the blast landed, I was shocked at what I saw. I was me...me in a black version of my stunt suit. It looked like me with a rotting decayed face, with a missing eye and exposed bone.
This thing was like a joke. It just wasn’t alive. If it was, it’s some sort of parasite. I j...ju….just want make the guy pay for doing this.
Rage
But I’ve got to get dash away from here. This thing might hurt her, or worst- kill her.
Love
I won’t lose her to this damned copy using my body. No matter what I will stop them….somehow.
Rainbow hated them, mostly because they made you sit still for hours on end in the waiting room. That, or if you were injured, they strapped you down to your bed so you couldn’t leave. She honestly believed that, though it had a small basis in fact.
Right now, she was in the hospital because a friend. One, that was until just hours ago, had been dead for over thirteen years.
How? How is it possible? No one can just return from the dead. Was is that white ring? What if it’s just a ruse? How the Hay do I know she’s not a spy? What if it’s -
Before she finished that though, A bald(no mane or tail) Green earth pony with solid red eyes walked up to her.
“Miss Dash, are you feeling alright? You seem tense and worried. Is it your friends’ condition you’re worried about? If it eases your mind, all tests have shown that she is without a doubt who she looks like. even the mental scans done by Princess Sparkle earlier.” He said in a deep and low monotonous voice, though it had more warmth in it than most doctors had. Like he was genuinely concerned for her.
“How? How is it possible that she’s alive Doc?”
“I don’t know, but it seems she still remembers things from when she was dead. The Mental Scans Princess Sparkle did showed images of a white Alicorn with a silver mane and tail. According the Princess, the unknown Alicorn looks similar to a being call Rama Kushna. The name is ancient equestrian for ‘Origin of all life’.
“There is a legend that if you meet her, and do what she ask of you, she’ll return you to life. At least that was what I was told. I’m not native to Equestria, so I can’t confirm or deny the legend.” The Doctor said in an even tone.
Then he added something.
“Miss Dash, you were checked out to make sure you weren’t injured when you and her were brought in, correct?”
“Yeah, took some blood too” Dash said, then muttered something under her breath about Vampires.
“Well, I believe the results should be in by now. Give me a moment, and once that is done, you may see Miss Scootaloo.”
As he trotted off, Rainbow tried to remember what happened earlier.
From Scootaloos’ Dead Body rising from her grave, to it telling her to destroy her body, to the white ring actually ‘reviving’ Scootaloo. The memories seemed to blur together.
She snapped out of the trance the memories put in, when the strange earth pony doc came back.
“Miss Dash? I need to ask you a few questions. Since you didn’t sound find nor did you tell me you were. I assume you just didn’t think about anything, except what just recently happened at the graveyard.
“I have good new, and bad news about your tests. Which would like to hear first?”
“Bad first. This day’s already been horrible, more bad news won’t make a difference doc.”
“Well, it seems due to your condition, you are to be put on medical leave from the wonderbolt for 9 months- effective immediately. The good news however, is that after that, maternity leave for wonder bolts is a year long and is paid leave at that.”
Dash just blinked, standing there for several minutes.
“C..c..could you repeat that? For a second, I thought you said I was pregnant.”
“I did. I’d congratulate you, but we still have to deal with your friend. If she has come back from the dead, she’ll need help re-adjusting to being alive again. And she will need as much help as possible.
“Do you know if she had any family?”
“Only her mother, and she lost her mind when Scootaloo died. Her father died in jail, and after what that flankhole did- let’s just say he got what he deserved in the end. So if you asking if I’ll help her, then yes. I owe her a lot. And I think I’ll get a second opinion about the pregnancy if don’t mind.”
“Very well. If you want too see her, she’s in room 1967. Down the hall, and to the right. Will there be anymore visitors?”
“Yeah, two. A light-yellow earth pony with a red mane and tail named Apple Bloom, and a unicorn with a whitish-grey coat and a pastel-purple and light pink mane named Sweetie Belle.”
“when I see them, I’ll send them to the room. Have a good evening miss Dash.” And with that the strange doctor left.
‘I think I’m ready, I think I’m ready I’m read…..aw who am I kidding. IF this really is Scoots returned from the dead, what do I say? What do I ask?’ Dash thought, wondering what happened to herself these past Thirteen years.
‘I use to be confident, hard headed, and never worried about anything. Thought my speed meant I could always be there for my friends. Now look at me, nothing more than a mare who second guesses herself. All because I failed Scoots.’ Dash thought as she lowered her head.
“Well, here goes something” Dash spoke out loud, to no one in particular, and headed to room 1967, not knowing if what was waiting was the real Scootaloo. Or something else entirely.
Even the reassurance the strange green earth pony doctor gave her, couldn’t help overcome Dashs’ doubt.
Nothing, that was all I saw.
For some reason, my head was ringing. Odd, since you normally can’t feel anything as a ghost.
Truthfully, now that I think about it, I don’t remember much of what happen after Skeletor appeared. Though the Last thing I remember hearing was the voice of Rama saying “Scootaloo of Equestria- LIVE”.
My eyes started to open, which if I remember correctly, shouldn’t be possible. Especially since I shouldn’t exist anymore, considering what vague memories I have say I died as a ghost after whatever actually happened.
As my eyes opened, I see where I am.
Great, I’m in a hospital. Don’t tell me I was in a coma all those years, and I was dreaming that bucked up scenario.
I then hear the door open, a familiar rainbow colored mane poking through the crack. As Dash fully gets herself in the room, I see she looks worst from when I last remember seeing her from my perspective as a ghost. She then says something.
“You’re awake.” Dash said flatly, clearly not believing it was me..
“How Long has it been? Thirteen years since I died? A few hours since we last spoke? I’d say that coming back to life is the weirdest thing that’s happen to me, but I’d be lying. You see and do strange things when you’re a flippin’ ghost.
“I heard everything you said at my grave, and I got say, I need to meet the stallion that can out race you. heh” I chuckle a bit, seeing her shock at that statement.
Seems I got to say it now. I know we’re both going to need therapist after this, but I need to let her know. Maybe leave out the part where I’m not worth anything. Knowing her, she’d try to claim I’m worth something to her. But I know the truth, and that’s ok- I may not be worth anything in the grand scheme of the universe, but I do try to do right by everyone.
“I don’t know what game you’re playing, but I was there when they buried that body you’re wearing. You can’t fool me, so prove you’re really Scootaloo. Tell me something only she can know that nopony else does.” Dash said, her eyes narrowed at me.
“You got every right to suspect me of being an impostor. You want proof, fine. When I was eight, about a month or so before you guys fought Tirek - you and Superman went to my house to talk to my parents about some scars he discovered under my wings.
“Long story short, it turned out m...mm….my gene-donor bastard of a father had been slowly cutting the tendons that allowed flight because he thought pegasi were inferior to unicorns. He wanted my mother to allow him to turn me into a unicorn by transforming my pegasus magic into Unicorn magic. Don’t know how he thought he could do that. All I know is that he was crazy.” That was something only me, Dash, her friends and mine, Superman and the princesses knew.
Yeah, my Father was that crazy. He knew my Grandmother was a Pegasus. He knew all about moms’ family. And he still did what he did. I will never forgive him for that.
My blood always boiled when I thought about him. He was my father, and I trusted him.
“Mom was pissed. She divorced him as fast as she could. I WILL NEVER forgive him for nearly taking my wings from me.” I said with a hint of venom in my voice.
I could tell she at least was considering I might be the real deal. Have to explain some why I’m alive, even though I don’t get it myself.
“Look, I don’t get how I’m alive. I just am. Though, when I arrived at the graveyard, I didn’t expect anyone to be there. I was suppose to stop whoever the tartarus that guy was. “Seeing you there at my grave...Look, what do you want me to say? I didn’t flippin’ plan on dying when I was twenty, and I have no flippin’ clue how I’m alive now.” I know I sound irritated, but I really don’t care. I have no real clue to why this is actually happening.
‘Ok, this at least proves the mare in the bed here might be Scoots. Still got make sure it’s her. I mean, she looks exactly like she did before she died. Got make sure this isn’t some twisted up joke.’
“You don’t seem to believe me. Alright, how about this? When I was eighteen, me and you went to a restaurant Cloudsdale. You said you wanted to ask me something. When you asked me if I would be your maid of-” I was cut off by something I didn’t expect.
Dash hugged me.
Never thought I’d see the day she’d cry, and that had just happened earlier at my former gravesite.
THIS…..this was just unexpected.
I knew then that everything would be alright.
For hours, we just hugged. Saying nothing to each other.
Because what could we say?
One thing is for sure- I’ve been given a second chance to live again...and this time, I’m going to take slow and appreciate what’s really important.
LIFE
Three days later.
I really hope this a good Idea. Dash said mom has been here ever since I died.
“Here” Being the Ponyville Sanitarium, aka Belle Reve. At least it ain’t Arkham.
I walk in and head to the receptionists’ desk.
“What can I do for you miss?” A Pink Unicorn with a yellow and black maned asked. She seemed a little to perky for me, even Pinky didn’t have a smile as creepy as her.
“Uh yeah, I’m looking for a Orange Unicorn with a blue mane and tail. Her name is Lightwall.”
“What’s your relationship to the poor mare?”
“I’m her daughter.” I said Flatly, knowing the response I was going to get.
“Bu...Bu...what? Lady, Lightwalls’ Daughter was killed thirteen years ago. No offence, but I ain’t buying your sh-”
I cut her off as fast as I can, trying to keep my temper in check.
“Look, I know I’m supposed to be dead. Somehow, I’m alive. Don’t ask how, it’s just very complicated. I was dead, now I’m not. Don’t question it please. NOW let me see my mother”
“OK, OK! Geeze, don’t be a grouch about me doing my job lady. Rather be working at Arkham. Fine, down the hall in the rec area. First door on the right.”
Hello folks, this is Discord. The piss poor author asked me to clear a few things up. Don't look like this is the writers' attempt to be funny. he never was.
BITE ME DISCORD
Anyway, this is Just a Character guide to clear up a few things, such as roles and character that are adapted. Remember, this is an adaptation of DC comics.
Nekron: The "Big Bad" of this story. Basically represents the concept of "Lifelessness" and feelings of emptiness and the absents of emotions. He's a real Party pooper if you ask me.
Rainbow Dash: Basically, her role in the universe this fic is set in, is that of Mentor to this worlds' Flash. She is effectively this settings' Jay Garrick or the Golden Age Flash. Here, she acts as sort a way for Scootaloo to basically have a reason risk dieing. As you know, the piss poor author said that as of the end of the story Rainbow was pregnant. Well, the baby is basically Jesse Quick (here,she'll be known as Quick Dash when I actually introduce her).
Scootaloo herself is in the role of Deadman. And RamaKushna is a fusion of the characters in the two links.
Now the minor Characters: Superman and Clark Apple. Basically, they are the same character. Just different versions of each other. Clark Apple is named after Clark Kent, since this takes place twenty five years after To be a hero in Changing Times (I really need to find a better name for that story). As such, Superman/Clark Kent in this story is always referred to as superman to keep you guy from getting confused when I refer to Clark Apple as Clark.