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// Fluttershy 
// Story: Fly with me, Scootaloo 
// by TheFluttershyeffect 
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Within a few minutes they were there, as Ponyville was rather small and Fluttershy's cottage was just outside it. Only now it had a tall, barbed-wire fence with "NO TRESPASSING" signs all over it. There were metal bits and what appeared to be bear traps all over her yard. She was sitting on the porch, with Angel Bunny in her lap and what appeared to be a double-barrel shotgun beside her chair. Her mane was a slightly darker pink, and was much shorter than Scootaloo remembered it. She seemed to have an angry look on her face, and had a deep red scar down the side of her face. They didn't bother to attract her attention.

Scootaloo looked to Sweetie Belle for an explination, but it was Apple Bloom that answered this time. "Er.. well ya see.. after her friends all kinda.. left.. she never wanted to trust nopony never again. No animals 'neither. 'Cept Angel Bunny. So she set all this up.. I hear her scar's from a knife, when somepony trespassed on her lawn, he cut her when she pulled a gun. Hear she shot him too. But that could be just a rumor.." The look in Apple Bloom's eyes showed it probably wasn't a rumor.

Scootaloo shed a few tears yet again. Fluttershy looked completely miserable. Nopony should have to live like that..

"Let me guess... Pinkie Pie is dead?"

"Er.. no.." Apple Bloom said solemly. "She's uh.. she's in a mental insti.. instuh.."

"Institution." Sweetie Belle finished for her. "She burned down a reasturaunt. Thankfully nopony got hurt.. would you like to see her?"

Scootaloo decided that no matter what Pinkie had done, she was still Pinkie Pie, and she did want to see her. So she reluctantly nodded her head.