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// Sweetie Writes 
// Story: SCP- Sweetie. Contain. Protect. 
// by DADERPSTER 
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    A young white unicorn sat by a metal desk in the facility, a quill being held by magic and a parchment resting a few inches below her muzzle. A heart with a pink, curly line was seen on the filly's flank, and her green eyes flickered along with the flickering lightbulbs of her quarters. She sighed, half happy and half sad, as she glanced around to see if anypony was watching. Completely sure that she was safe and alone, she began to write;

 My dearest friends Applebloom and Scootaloo,
 I've finally made it! I can't beleive I've been accepted into this. The foundation is amazing, and the ponies who guided me here were so kind. I can only hope things are going just as well in Ponyville. I know you two will be heading to the Crystal Kingdom soon to do some reports, but I hope you find some time to write me back. I don't know why, but despite all the warnings about the monsters, I feel... Well, I feel safe! Tomorrow is my first day on the job, although when you get this it'll probably be long past. I just hope that nothing will go wrong... I don't want to mess anything up on my first day. I wish you luck with your reports. Wish me luck with the monsters!
 Your dearest friend,
SweetieBelle

As she finished writing the letter, she heard the warning calls of the "lights-out" from the more advanced personel in the hallway. She set her quill into the ink jar and quickly lit a candle with a flame spell that Twilight had taught her as the light from the roof of her quarters shut out. Luckily, as the quarters were small, the flame was enough to fill the room with its glow. Sweetie picked up her letter, the paper enveloped in a light blue glow of her horn's aura.

The older filly now folded the message and popped it into an envelope nearby, scribbling the adress that the crusaders had once put on their clubhouse onto the back. She smiled as those memories of her blank-flank days came back to her, and she looked down at her cutie mark. She had been proud when she had got it; her talent of singing was definitley strong, and now that she had her cutie mark, she wondered how she hadn't thought of sticking to singing before. Applebloom's had been nurturing apple saplings to grow, while Scoot's had been riding her scooter so quick that you would only see an orange blur before she was there and gone.

Now Sweetie sighed sadly as the memories of her friends came back; she missed them dearly. They had been special to her, as if they were family. Almost as close as she had been with Rarity. She would also miss her older sister, and she knew Rarity had felt the same; the Ponyville dress-maker had been crying her eyes out as Sweeite had boarded the train. But Sweetie felt she could lead a better life here, make an actual living; some of the higher personel had heard her sing, and had said that it might calm some of the euclid class. She hoped she could make herself useful.

A recorder was pulled from under the bed by Sweetie's magic, and she held it close to her muzzle and began recording. "First night stay here," she whispered. "Tomorrow I start my job. I can't wait to see where they put me first."
If she had known what would happen the next day, she would've kept her mouth shut.