> The Beginning of Scootaloo > by Stasiarose > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > So Begins Scootaloo > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Young filly...", Princess Celestia spoke in an unwavering tone to a pony not even born yet. Her face was masquerading a signature poker face of hers, as she did not even glance at the orange-purple filly below her. "Your parents have been very generous," The sun goddess turned to face the unborn filly,"They have given you a choice of what you want to be, Earth Pony, Unicorn, or Pegasi. You must choose wisely, because you cannot choose again, and your parents may not be able to take care of you, Scootaloo." The goddess turned away once more. The orange-purple bundle of a filly sat upright nodding vigorously, beaming, proud to hear her name for the first time. Scootaloo had understood the princess, indeed. Watching as three golden figures appeared out of thin air, Scootaloo stepped forward observing the three figures placed in front of her. Scootaloo basked in each one, noting in her young mind how each one made her feel. She then stepped before each one, taking a closer look. The small filly walked around the Unicorn, Earth Pony, and finally stopping upon Pegasi. Scootaloo looked at the pegasus with the highest curiosity, walking around the golden figure, studying it, admiring it, practically drinking it in. An audible *clop* could be heard, as the unborn frilly maned filly jumped into the golden aura of the pegasus, obviously choosing it. Celestia looked down at the filly nodding as she began to kneel, her yellow aura enveloping the small mare, standing up as two little wings appeared on the filly's back. The stern but gentle princess watched as Scootaloo jumped with elation, stopping her flat. "Young Scootaloo, your time has come. Please, step into the light." Celestia stood aside to reveal a bright blue and swirling light. Scootaloo nodded, a big smile from ear to ear. She stepped through the portal, forgetting all that had just occurred. An hour later, a weak and exhausted pegasus foal flapped her wings for the first time, as her mother held the little one in her arms. ~Epilogue~ "She... She is so perfect..." Scootaloo's mother beamed as she held her filly. "I...I don't believe we can care for her." The mothers eyes got misty from a known ordeal. She looked towards her husband. He nodded, knowing all to well that Earth Ponies could not help Pegasus Ponies. The mother looked up at the nurse, a pleading look in her eye. The nurse nodded, clopping out the rooms door. "May... May I hold our filly?" A deep scratchy voice asked between small sobs. It was Scootaloo's father. The mother nodded, hoofing the delicate inoccent Scootaloo to the father. "Hi Scoots." The young filly looked up at him with wide eyes. The father was now in an uncontrollable sob. The mother put up a hoof to shush him. "Listen to me, right now we have three full days untill I get out of this hospital, and that is three whole days to cherish our time with Scootaloo." The father nodded, his sobs slowing as he placed Scootaloo in a hospital cot, rocking her to sleep. The mother and father knew they'd have to give her up for adoption. They were to poor to pay for flight school and everything a pegasus needed. Scootaloo deserved better, they agreed. Scootaloo would soon find, that her life would be alot harder than it was ment. > Scootaloo Finds Out > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Is... Is this it?" Scootaloo asked to a nearby Celestia, sorrow and anger in her face. She looked at the piece of parchment in her orange hooves once more. "Yes I'm afraid so, dear Scootaloo," Celestia started,"From the story I have just told you, to the note you've just read from your parents, I know nothing more." Scootaloo read over the note in her hooves, again and again. At least she knew her parents loved her very dearly so, and didn't just DoorStep her like an irresponsible drunk addict mare or colt would do. But why was she getting this now? On her birthday no less. Was this supposed to make her happy? Could this even help her find her parents? Scootaloo nodded this off and looked at the old picture in her right hoof. Her father was a striking orange with a light blue mane, while her mother was tan and red. They looked so happy in the picture with baby Scoots' in their arms. ... That night Scootaloo sat up on her bed holding her family portrait up to the light, noticing a couple dried tear drops crinkiling the film. She couldn't help but cry herself. Scootaloo read over the note she had. Dear Scootaloo; We know you are likely wondering why you aren't with us or vise-versa. Well, we love you more than you will ever know, but could not afford what it would cost to teach and nurture such a filly of your extraordinary stature. Your mother and I always knew you deserved better. We hope somepony sweet and kind has taken you into their home with open forelegs, giving you the life that we never could have given you. No matter where we are, or where you are in this world, know that we do, and always will, love you, no matter what. Now all we can ask of you is to think kindly of us, because there are no words to describe how much we never wanted to give you up. And know this Scootaloo, out of fifteen years of struggle and pain, you gave us joy. You gave us the reason to go on again. You gave us hope. We hope you make good friends, and a new warm welcoming family and never, ever forget us as we, you. Eternal Greatness and Love, Your Mom and Dad, Rosey and Surly ... Scootaloo cried and cried, wanting her parents to know how much she loved them, and how she forgave them. How she was still in the orphanage too. But as she went into an uncontrollable sob, she remembered Pinkie Pie's orphanage song and twisted it a little. When your sad with devastation, there's one simple explanation, your a toy makers creation trapped inside no place nor home, and which ever way they tilt it, I know I must stay resilient, I can't let him break my spirit, as I sing this sad sad song. When I was a little filly, my poor parents couldn't care for me, so they dropped me off at this orphanage, sai- ... The rest is shrouded in mystery as Scootaloo wept into a dreamless sleep... > The Reason She Chose Not to Cry > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Oh Scootaloo! It's time for school!" A dashing young colt came, knocking on the pegasi's door. "I don't wanna go! Just leave me here to think." The orange filly replied. "Listen, Scoots. I know your still feeling bad about yesterday, but look on the bright side! Your finally twelve. And we're having cake for breakfast..." The brown stud colt said temptingly. He was the orphanage owner. "Wait... Who's, we?" Scootaloo asked, sitting up in her bed. She thought for a moment before asking,"What kind of cake?" "Strawberry. Your favorite. And you're going to have to unlock your door to find out." Scootaloo blushed, and shrunk on her bed. She knew locking her door was a bit extreme... She just didn't want anypony to see her this way. "Alright," Scoots spoke finally, wiping last nights tears away, and getting out of bed,"I'm coming." She made her way across the room to the door. There was a soft *click* as the tumblers unlocked. "Surprise!" Four ponies brushed their way in. Before the shocked and now on her haunches Scootaloo was the orphanage owner, Burt, his wife, Andy, and Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom. The couple held a strawberry cake in their hooves, as promised, and her dear friends were holding a brand new shiny scooter in theirs! "Scootaloo!" AB and SB both said in unison. They rolled the scooter up to their friend, dropping it before snuggling into a big hug. "Wh-What is all this?" Scootaloo asked, beaming from ear to ear. "Well, ya know how the Princess said she had ta speak ta ya in private? You guys spent so long in 'ere, that we had ta go home 'fore we could give ya yer gift." Apple Bloom explained. "Yes. And me and my wife thought it would cheer you up. While we know we're not your family, we wanted you to know that you indeed have a family. A very special one at that." The handsome brown colt winked at AB and SB. They winked back. "Now, who wants cake for breakfast?" His wife asked happily. "Oh! Oh! Me I do I do!" Scoots hollard. "We want cake too!" Sweetie Belle yelled. ... And from then on, though she lived in an orphanage, Scootaloo knew she had friends who loved her as much as her parents would. She beamed at the sky on such a clear day, thanking it for it's beauty. What she didn't know, was that somewhere else in the world, her parents felt a strong feeling of joy, and finally they felt at peace knowing every thing was alright. And they smiled right back at their wonderful filly too.