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// Hell in a Hand Basket 
// Story: Shadow Dash 
// by lordcurly972 
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“Rainbow Dash! You have to wake up!” I heard as somepony began to shake me.
I woke up to a horrible sight, Scootaloo’s home was in flames. Ponys were running out of the home and screaming.
“What happened?!” I asked
“There’s no time to explain,” Scootaloo said grabbing my hoof, “we have to get out of here before she comes back.”
“Before who comes back?” I asked, but it didn’t take long for my questions to be answered. I watched as somepony or something came crashing through Scootaloos ceiling. Once the smoked cleared I was shocked at who it was.

It was me, well, what used to me. The black form stood before me. It brushed the dust from its coat and turned to me to speak.
“Well, well, well,” she began, “Long time no see. How the heck have you been?”
“How are you here, why are you here?” I asked furiously, “I thought my love for Scootaloo got rid of you.”
“I thought my love for Scootaloo got rid of you,” she said mockingly as she began to circle us, “Isn’t that cute, and I suppose the ‘power’ of friendship could save you now as well.”
“I still don’t know how you are here,” I retorted, “you were just something that possessed me, how could you be alive?”
“Do you not listen to anything Twilight tells you,” she responded, stopping beside Scootaloo, “your destructiveness in that first day gave me enough energy to develop my own consciousness. And then your so called ‘love’ for Scootaloo gave me enough power to free me from your weak, and pathetic mind.”
“Then what do you want from us?” I asked, shifting into a battle stance, “and if you were alive all these years, why attack now?”
“To watch you suffer,” she said as she touched Scootaloo on the head.
I watched in horror as black goo began to cover Scootaloo, until it engulfed her whole body.
“Scoots, I know you’re in there,” I pleaded as I began to step back, “We’ve been through this before, just don’t let her control you.”
Scootaloo let out an evil chuckle, and then kicked me hard in the chest, sending me flying through the area above her fire place. I landed with a hard thud in a room directly behind it. The picture I had drawn her came floating down in front of me. I grabbed it up and examined it, it had been torn in various places, but you could still see me and Scootaloo. I hugged it against my chest as I began to cry. 
“Look at my so called hero,” Scootaloo mocked as she stepped into the room, “defeated and whimpering at a stupid picture.”
I sat up to try and convince Scootaloo to stop this, “Please Scootaloo, I know you’re in there, remember how you brought me back? I could do the same for you. Please stop this.”
She walked beside me and whispered in my ear, “You were weak.”
She then kicked me square in the head. I slumped over and began to black out. The last thing I heard Scootaloo say before I blacked out was her calling me pathetic




“Quick we have a survivor over here,” I heard as I faded in and out of sleep, it was a young voice.
“Scootaloo, is that you?” I asked weakly.
“Shh,” she responded, “quick get over here and help me.”
I was then lifted up by somepony and carried out of the room. Through hazy eyes I witnessed as Scootaloos home was engulfed in flames. The two ponys carrying me made it out the front door just as the house gave in on its self. I began to cry just before blacking out again.