The Diary of Ghostly Scootaloo

by ObsidianPony


Kuleco's Journal

I swore I wasn’t going to start doing this, RD would kill me if she knew I was going behind her back and writing down stuff like this.

But then that’s just it isn’t it? Where the hay is that mare? Two weeks since we offed that filly she knew and I’ve seen her all of once, and even that was just because she gave me my new orders. Ever since then she’s been going through letters and the PA system.

This isn’t like RD, not at all; the mare I knew was all spunk and drive, she knew what we did here was awesome and she wasn’t afraid to let us have fun with it like those snobs who’d been in charge when they first brought me in. She knew they’d got me on a bum deal working here and she made it fun again.

And then we kill the one thing keeping her tied down and she goes completely awol on me!

I mean what does she expect me to do, run this place my self? I told her I don’t know the first thing about running a factory and frankly why the hay should I? They saved me and got me here because they knew I could do two things, make fillies hurt and keep my yap shut when I needed to, now where did I ever agree to get landed with running this whole bucking factory which I swear to Celestia is falling apart?

Mind you, not like I can blame her. She’ll never admit to it and neither will I if we need to defend our positions here but we’re in trouble; we shouldn’t have offed Atmosphere before we got the info we needed out of him. He had all the information for RD’s little pet project and he was the one who knew how to maintain the Pegasus Device, and now it all might as well be shoved right up Celestia’s fat flank because we ain’t getting it back.

If they come to evaluate this place we’re going to be in serious trouble; we had a hard enough time keeping Scootabrat’s near escape on the quiet and now the whole factory’s about ready to give, not sure how long we can keep that quiet.

It’s time me and RD had a talk again, face to face, whether she likes it or not.