“I’m dead.”
A child’s voice had spoken up. I looked around to see who it was. Confused, I spoke up again.
“I’m… dead?” It was surreal to have a kid’s voice come out of me.
What is going on? I looked around myself. I was in clouds, yes. The sky was beautiful, indeed it was. The sunset was mesmerizing, well said.
This was heaven. I thought to myself.
I then looked at myself to see if I still had anything that was, y’know, me. “Wh-what the--?” An orange fur coat? The lack of hands? Some sort of animal snout on my face? And… wings?
Although I wasn’t well versed in education, my sister told me about the different interpretations of angels because man could not comprehend the images of angels. One of them was a flaming wheel with eyes all around. Looked more like some monster rather an angel in my opinion. Right now, I’m more confused.
“What the fuck am I?!” I said with futile efforts, knowing that nobody is here with me in heaven. I then looked at my body more, and saw something familiar: Carrie’s Sticker.
“Carrie!” I yelled out to myself. With that name in my head, I needed to tell her I’m fine up here in heaven as her… favorite character? I don’t care! I tried running across the field of clouds until I saw the edge. A fifty-fucking-meter drop down to the ground. I cringed a bit looking below. I was never a big fan of heights.
I then tried to think about it. What would Carrie do? “You know what, fuck it.” I jumped off. I was still chuckling to myself that a little girl’s voice just said ‘fuck it’. I felt the wind brushing against my face, the adrenaline of skydiving rushing through my veins… well, whatever skydiving felt like.
Thirty-five meters.
Gotta stay cool. Gotta stay cool… Wait, I have wings right?
Twenty-eight meters.
Maybe I can fly. Angels can fly right? Okay. Wings, do your thing.
Twenty-five meters.
Okay, turns out these wings are useless. Wait a minute, if Angels have wings, that means that if they fall, they die right?
Twenty meters.
Can angels really die? I mean, they're God's servants. I don't think they can die... can they?
Ten meters.
Didn’t Satan fall down from heaven and fell through the ground? Because of that, he went straight to hell, right?
Eight meters.
Okay, I regret this… A lot.
“Heeeeeeeeeeeeeelp!” I screamed, hoping that someone or something can save me.
Suddenly, a blue blur caught me mid air. It was faster than anything I’ve ever done on my bike before. To be fair, this was faster than any car I’ve ever seen before!
“Don’t worry, I got you squirt!” I heard the blue blur say as it flew over some trees and rocks.
The blue blur dropped me down on some green grass. The blur finally stopped and settled. It revealed itself. A… horse?! A blue one at that!
“Are you an angel?” I’m pretty sure I’d react some other way if a horse with rainbow mane and tail, with wings, and some kind of but tattoo of a cloud and a rainbow thunderbolt, but I’m dead, aren’t I?
She just looked confused and concerned. “Uhh, Scootaloo, you okay?” She asked, raising one of her eyebrows. “You know me! I’m Rainbow Dash! The number one flyer in Equestria!”
“Scoota-who?!” I exclaimed. Wait a minute… Did she say Scootaloo? My sister’s favorite character...
She facepalmed, well, facehooved. “Scootaloo! You’re the president of my fan club!”
“No, I am not!” I yelled back. “I don’t know who this Scootaloo is, or who you are. I just want to find my little sister!”
Rainbow Dash, looking more confused than concerned. “Scoots, what in Celestia are you talking about?!”
Tears started forming in my eyes. “Send me back to Earth please! You’re an angel, right?! Tell me you can send me back to whatever hospital bed you can find! I just want to see my little sister again!” I started sobbing.
The blue horse wrapped her forelegs around me into a warm embrace. “I don’t know what the hay happened to you, Scootaloo, but I ain’t gonna leave my number one fan crying.”
The hug felt genuine, as if Carrie was just there hugging me that morning at the day of the accident. I hugged her back, feeling all the emotion there is to feel in a hug as warm as this.
“Please, I just want to see my little sister…” I muttered while I lay my head against her. I was getting exhausted from the recent rush of adrenaline that I’d just experienced… and crying. I fell asleep on Rainbow Dash’s arms, my tears drying up on her.
“Applebloom?” the marshmallow coated filly said to the yellow filly.
“Yeah, Sweetie Belle?” the filly known as Applebloom replied.
“I’m worried about Scootaloo.” Sweetie Belle said. “Ever since I showed her that book on ‘Theory of Balance: Magic of the Underpony’... She hasn’t been hanging out with us!”
“Eeyup.” Applebloom nodded. “What did that book have anyway?”
“Just some simple magic spells a pony with slight disabilities can use. And only with disabilities.” Sweetie Belle emphasized. “I thought it would’ve been a good thing to show Scootaloo.”
Applebloom, with a smug look on her face, said “So you gave her a book because she’s ‘disabled’...”
“I thought it’d be good.”
“Ah guess. Ah would’ve done the same thang.”
“Waiter, two more milk shakes please!” Sweetie Belle called out. The two got their order, and started drinking together. Their drinking time was interrupted until the familiar blue pegasus barged in, carrying an unconscious Scootaloo.
“Scootaloo!” the two fillies said in unison as they say the orange filly lay unconscious on Rainbow Dash’s back.
“What happened?” said the concerned Sweetie Belle.
“I don’t know.” Rainbow Dash said. “I was kind of worried. I was watching her ever since this morning. She was reading a book while chanting something. I couldn’t say what she was saying.”
Applebloom then shot out a stink-eye at Sweetie Belle, who was hastily drinking her milkshake nervously.
“And then she decided to jump out of the clouds! If it weren’t for me, she would’ve been dead!”
Sweetie Belle swallowed a lump in her throat… and several sips of that milkshake.
“And worst of all…” Rainbow Dash tensed up. “She doesn’t even know who she is!”
With that, Sweetie Belle fainted. Either from the shock or the brain freeze.
“His condition is critical. It’s going to be a difficult operation.”
“Carrie Turner?”
“Y-yes?”
“I think it’s time for you to go home.”