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// Goodnight, Sweet Chick. 
// Story: Home is for the Weak 
// by Pickleless 
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Nopony gave a somber, guarded look as he watched his old friend draw ragged breaths.

"She wanted to speak to you alone." The nurse said.

Nopony nodded, and the nurse left the room.

"Hi there," Scootaloo rasped, "I'm cold."

Nopony laid gently next to her.

"Hey Cold, I'm Nopony." He smiled.

"Nopony..." Scootaloo narrowed her eyes at him. "Come closer."

He brought his face closer.

"Closer!"

He put his snout up next to hers.

A trumpet blast came out of Scootaloo, it's squealing hot air echoing off the walls. Her body began to visibly deflate as her dam broke. She let out a raspy chuckle.

The monitor flat lined.

"Well, you lived how you died Scoots," Nopony slowly nodded, then got up to leave the room, "full of shit."