Chicken and french fries
“I have never heard such a dumb story” claimed Scootaloo, as she gave a disapproving stare at Sweetie Belle.
“But Rarity said-” replied Sweetie Belle. However, just before she could finish her sentence, Scootaloo interrupted her.
“Rarity would say anything to keep us away from her boutique. But from all the stories she could have made up, I think this one is the dumbest by far” Scootaloo said annoyed by Sweetie Belle’s gullibility.
“Ah think ya’ll wouldn’t be sayin’ the same had it been Rainbow Dash’s invention” alleged Applebloom, bothered by Scootaloo’s attitude.
“Oh, is that what you think?” replied Scootaloo. “We’ll, I’ll go find it then just to show you how dumb the whole story is!” snorted the filly.
“Please, don’t!” hurried Sweetie Belle, worried about what could happen if Scootaloo kept up with this.
“Ah would like to see ya’ll try!” taunted Applebloom, with a small smirk on her face.
“Is that a dare?” replied Scootaloo, glaring angrily at Applebloom.
“Actually, is a bet. Of course, if yer not too scared to do so. Ah wouldn’t be surprised if ya’ll chickened out on it” giggled Applebloom, trying to lure Scootaloo into actually looking for the dreaded creature.
“Well, that’s it! It’s on! I’ll go there, take a picture, and prove you girls wrong. And once I’m done with it, you’ll have to wear one of the tutus Sweetie Belle made” said Scootaloo with a confident smile. Sweetie Belle might be one of the kindest fillies in all of Ponyville, but unlike her big sister Rarity, she was terrible at designing dresses.
“Ah? One of ‘em horrible tutus?” groaned Applebloom in disgust. Such was the terrible taste on the attire elaborated by their friend.
“Did I really do such an awful job?” said Sweetie Belle as she frowned sadly. She had put all her effort on those three tutus for her very best friends ever. Perhaps they didn’t just merely dislike them, but actually loathed them.
“A-alright! But if it turns out to be real, ya’ll be the one wearing the pink one!” replied Applebloom, unsure if it was such a good idea to make a bet she was almost sure she could lose. However, she didn’t want to be mocked by Scootaloo by declining the bet she had started.
“Deal!” Scootaloo grinned and stretched her hoof at Applebloom to seal the bet. Applebloom, despite her doubt on her chances to win the bet, sealed the bet hoping for a miracle to happen.
“Oh, come on!” yelled an angry Sweetie Belle. She wasn’t only hurt about how her friends were using something she had worked on so hard as part of a bet, but also on how they didn’t care to at least be discrete regarding their thoughts on the tutus. Could they be any ruder?
“Well, I’ll see you girls later at the club house; I have a monster hunt to perform” smiled Scootaloo as she got on her scooter and started to flap her wings. This must have been her lucky day.
“Yeah... good luck…” sighed Applebloom, regretting the bet she just had sealed.
“Please, be careful Scootaloo!” added Sweetie Belle, who felt genuinely worried about her friend. She cared for her friends more than what she could get angry at them for teasing her on a daily basis.
“What have Ah done?” asked a thoughtful Applebloom.
“You made a bet insulting my efforts on making a cute attire for the upcoming talent show, sent our closest friend right on a quest to find her own demise and stepped on dog poop” pointed out Sweetie Belle.
Applebloom raised her hoof to find out Sweetie Belle was right about the dog poop. “Ewwww! Why didn’t ya’ll warn me before?” she asked.
“You girls were too busy betting who would wear one of my horrible tutus so I preferred not to interrupt you” replied Sweetie Belle, incensed given that Applebloom had not only insulted her tutus before, but also complained for something that wasn’t Sweetie Belle’s duty.
“Alright, alright. Ah get it. Ah’m sorry Sweetie Belle. Ah didn’t mean to be so mean. Happy now?” said Applebloom, realizing she had screwed up just before. Sweetie Belle smiled and hugged her tightly.
“I just hope Scootaloo comes back safe and sound” added Sweetie Belle.
“She’s gonna be okay. Don’t ya’ll worry too much about it” said Applebloom, trying to comfort her worried friend. Besides, that story Rarity told them was just made up to scare silly little fillies after all… right?
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
An hour had passed since Scootaloo split from the cutie mark crusaders. She was outside of Carrousel Boutique, waiting for a chance to get in without Rarity noticing as she drank a smoothie she had bought at Sugar Cube Corner.
The minutes passed by, sip after sip, client after client. It didn’t seem like she would be able to get into the boutique in time. In an hour or two, it would get dark and she wouldn’t be able to go to the club house.
She took a deep breath and sighed out loud. She was about to lose the bet and it wasn’t even her fault.
It was then when it happened. Like a miracle, Rarity seemed to have received some guests. Somepony who looked important enough like to keep all of her attention. This could be her chance. Rarity would be too busy like to watch the basement door.
And thus, Scootaloo sneaked closer to the main entrance. She waited for Rarity’s histrionic expressions. Anything like a squeal, a gasp of emotion, chatter, anything really.
And there it was, darlings here, fabulous there. It was her call, this was Scootaloo’s chance. She could hear how the voices and hooves got to the back part of the boutique. It was probably a private demonstration of one of Rarity’s lines for the upcoming winter. It didn’t matter to Scootaloo, though.
So, taking advantage of the situation, Scootaloo made her way towards the kitchen. From there, she just had to open the door to the basement and take a picture of the dreaded creature that lurked under the boutique.
Who would be stupid enough like to keep a monster inside her house, anyway? And why at Rarity’s place? She was by far the one who could do the least to defend herself from a monster. Applejack was strong. Fluttershy had the stare. Pinkie Pie… well, she was Pinkie Pie. Twilight Sparkle was the smartest of the group and had the most powerful magic. Starlight Glimmer was really good at magic as well. And of course, there was Rainbow Dash; the fastest, bravest and most awesome pony that had ever lived in all of Equestria! So… why Rarity out of the bunch?
Thinking about it too much wasn’t helping at all, and she had to hurry up before anypony spotted her. So she tried to open the door… to no avail! The door seemed to be locked.
Scootaloo looked around and noticed one of the drawers was slightly open. She proceeded to open it carefully, making sure no creaking sounds could be heard. And there it was. The key she needed to unlock the door.
She took it and walked up to the door. And for a moment, a bad feeling invaded her. She felt scared and desperate; anguished like never before. But why? It didn’t make any sense. It was just a basement, and it was very unlikely anything bad would actually lurk downstairs anyway. It was Rarity’s basement, for Celestia’s sake!
She shook her head, cleared her mind and carefully unlocked the door with the key. An ill wind blew and howled, the lights flickered and the temperature dropped. Something felt wrong. Really, really wrong.
But it was done by now, she had unlocked the door, and she wasn’t going to lose the bet. She only had to walk downstairs and take a picture, and she’d be free to go and never talk about the stupid story again.
And so, after gathering all of her bravery, Scootaloo opened the door and reached for the light switch. The staircase became illuminated, and she descended to an unlikely horror she would have never expected.
Creak after creak, with her heart beating faster than ever, the filly shook as she went downstairs. And there, on top of a lonely barrel in middle of the basement, was a potato.
Yes, it was a potato. A dumb, dull, old and plain boring potato on top of a barrel.
Scootaloo chuckled slightly; after all, the story was just a silly story to scare little fillies and nothing more than that. How could she actually believe it was real for a moment just a minute ago?
She smiled, prepared the camera, sweetly whispered “Say whiskey”, and shot.
Now she had a picture of the killer potato monster from Rarity’s story. It was simply priceless.
And now, having the evidence of her journey for the assassin tubercle, she turned around and readied herself to get out from the boring basement.
But it was then when her smile turned into a silent scream of fright. The fur on her neck stood up as she could feel the creeps.
“Whiskey…” she could hear somepony whispering behind her. Or maybe it was something rather than somepony?
“Don’t look back little one, but I’m afraid you’ve met with a terrible fate tonight. Heheheheheh…” a high pitched voice said just behind of her.
The End