Scootaloo woke up in the middle of the night to the sounds of talking. She could barely make out three small, white shapes. "Wh-Who's there?" she asked into the darkness.
"Great job, Boomer," whispered a voice, "you woke her up."
"I can't help it." came a second, louder voice. "Loud is my specialty."
"Shut up and let me do the talking, Boomer." whispered a third voice. He cleared his throat. "Good day to you, young filly. My name is Lance. My friends are Archie and Boomer. You met us earlier, remember?"
Scootaloo rubbed her eyes, adjusting to the darkness. She recognized the three chickens from earlier. "Oh. The talking chickens." she said.
"Aaaah! Talking chickens!" squawked Boomer, prompting Lance and Scootaloo to shut him up.
"Shush, shush, shush!" Scootaloo whispered. "What if somepony hears you?"
"They won't hear us." Lance said quietly. "We're chickens. Ponies can't talk to chickens."
"Most ponies, anyway." Archie added. "There are special cases."
"From what we've seen, they're mostly pegasi." Lance stated. "But that's beside the point. We are here to offer you something usually only offered to chickens."
"And cockatrices!" Boomer shouted, prompting Archie to shush him.
"Can't it wait 'til morning?" the pegasus filly asked.
"…Well, it could, but we think it would be odd to most ponies to see a filly talking to a chicken." said Lance.
"They might think you're crazy." said Boomer.
"We think this is better." Archie added.
Scootaloo thought for a moment. "Isn't there someplace we could talk in the morning where other ponies wouldn't notice?"
The three chickens looked at one another. They huddled up, whispering to one another. Apparently reaching a decision, they separated and turned to the filly. "Alright. There is such a place." Lance said. "You know Fluttershy, correct?"
The filly nodded her head. "Yeah. Why?"
"Her place. There's a chicken coop there. That's where we shall meet." Lance ushered the other two to the exit. "We shall be expecting you." he ended, before leaving, himself.
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Scootaloo made her way to the prearranged meeting point. Why a chicken coop? Sure, it makes sense that chickens would want to meet at a chicken coop, but a pony? Surely they could have thought of a better place. She shook her head as she entered the coop.
"Ah, little filly." Lance said. "It is good to see you."
"…We never did get your name." Archie said.
"It's Scootaloo." the filly said. "Now, can we hurry this up? This place reeks."
"…Fair enough." Lance said. "We are the Cucco, a group dedicated to protecting the chickens of the world."
"Cucco?" Scootaloo asked. "Why Cucco?"
"Cucco means chicken in Hylian!" Boomer shouted, prompting all of the chickens present to shush him.
"Hylian?" Scootaloo asked, even more confused now.
"Now you've done it, Boomer." Lance said. "That was more information than was really necessary. " He turned to Scootaloo once more. "Forget about that for now. Normally, we only let chickens join us. And cockatrices." he added, before Boomer did it for him. "But there are special cases, as we mentioned before. We protect those who join us, and they protect us in turn, should we need it. We would like to make you this offer, Scootaloo; Will you join us?"
"…What do I get out of it?" The filly asked. "I mean, there's really nothing here in Ponyville that could hurt me."
"Remember yesterday?" Archie asked. "Those… Timber wolves, were they? Could they not have hurt you?"
"W-Well, I-"
"If it weren't for us, and for the Call, you would not be here today." Archie said. "That is why you need this."
"B-But…"
"Ooh, ooh, ooh! Boomer! Boomer!" Boomer shouted, raising a wing in the air.
"What is it, Boomer?" asked Lance.
"Adventure! " Boomer replied.
"Adventure?" Scootaloo inquired.
"Adventure!" Boomer repeated. "I promise!"
"Boomer, don't." Lance said. "You've said e-"
"I'll do it!" Scootaloo exclaimed.
"…You will?" Lance asked.
"Yeah!" Scootaloo said. "Life in Ponyville is so boring! I could use a bit of adventure!"
"…Alright." Lance said. "But, before you can begin this little… Adventure…" he glared at Boomer. "There is much you must learn. Archie?"
Archie pecked at the wall of the coop, and the floor suddenly began moving downward. "What you must learn…" Lance began. "Begins with this. There is a world known as Hyrule. The kingdom of Hyrule is ruled by people known as Hylians. Pointy-eared hu- er… Pointy-eared furless apes. The language used by these people… Is Hylian."
"…Um… How is this important?" Scootaloo asked.
"You wondered what Hylian is." Lance said. "That's what it is. A language used by the people of Hyrule."
"Yeah, but…" Scootaloo began. "How does this matter? I mean, why couldn't you tell me this before?"
"Because that is where your adventure will begin." Lance stated. "Hyrule."