"I can't believe he said that to me, loyalties can change? That defies the very definition of loyalty! But I can't help but shake the feeling that he's right... Scootaloo keeps pushing off my attempts to make her practice harder and it worries me more than anything. They keep telling me that I'm protecting Cloudsdale's name, but I just... can't see how." You skip a few pages.
"A filly somehow managed to pass the flight test even though he was terrible. When he moved on and got a job, he wore the Cloudsdale name, and carried it with him as he performed his job horribly. Word spread around that a pegasus from Cloudsdale was probably the worst licensed flyer in all of Equestria. He brought shame to us all. We... 'decommissioned' him promptly and sent the best flyer we had waiting to be assigned there. But the damage was done... we were never looked at the same again, always getting odd glances every once in a while as they recalled "The Worst Flyer they had ever seen." I can see now why they take them away from Cloudsdale, away from our city's great name, I just can't see why killing them is the best solution. I guess it helps us in both situations, our need to keep our name clean and our need for rainbows but it's just... I can't say I support their cause but, there's too much blood on my hooves to deny what I've done. I don't think I'll ever be able to leave this place, no matter how hard I try."
"They have psychological therapy for all the factories workers. I went to one of the sessions only to feel more insane when I came out. If you denied you were insane you were insane for doing so. If you said you were insane the therapist would agree with you and tell you that he was going to make you feel better. Either way, I couldn't handle the pressure. I felt as if she was causing me more pain than resolving. I don't think anyone can..." You stop reading for a moment and rub your eyes. You flip the next page to discover that the rest of the diary had been ripped out of its binding. You search the floor to discover that the papers about the room were not part of the diary. You pick one of them up, it was some kind of party invitation. Balloons covered the page. After examining your surroundings, you notice a sign on the wall. Pictures of a who you assume are Rainbow Dash and the small filly called Scootaloo were taped all over the sign. The words and letters that were still visible spelled out "Do it for Her."
You start to hear hoofsteps approaching from the metal catwalk. You look around, panicking at the thought of getting caught. You notice a pair of storage lockers next to the door, just large enough for you to fit in. You quickly dash to it and conceal yourself within. The entity approaches the room you are in and steps inside, is was the hooded mare. She looks around the room as if she was searching for something. She notices the diary lying on the floor, you hadn't even noticed you had dropped it. She walks over to it, picks it up, and appears to start reading it. She giggles for a moment before tossing the diary across the room and onto the bed. She looked at the storage lockers and approached them slowly. As she reached them, she quickly opened the one right next to you. Her head turned to the one you were hiding in, her hoof inches from the handle. A loud crash of metal fills the room and she turns around searching for the source. She walks to the other side of the room to investigate and notices the crowbar lying on the floor next to the bed. She cautiously lifts the bed skirt and looks underneath it. Now was your chance to escape