Before Ditzy was running for her life, she was flying through the skies of Ponyville. She was carrying alot of mail, and she was flapping her wings madly to support her weight. The weight of the letters and packages were too much for poor Ditzy. Her wings gave in and she went down. Rainbow Dash was eating some very delicious grass and heard a faint noise. She looked up and her eyes widened in surprise as she saw the local mail mare crash in front of her. Letters and packages were scattered everywhere, and Dash was trying hard not to laugh.
"Woah, Derpy, you alright?" Dash managed to choke out without bursting into a laughing fit.
"I'm ok...it's just a sprain..." replied Ditzy, inwardly flinching at the name Dash had called her.
"I'll take care of this." Said Dash, motioning to the mess of undelivered letters. Ditzy nodded at Rainbow and gave a weak smile. She walked home, what with her wing being sprained. Whispers being carried on the wind seemed to casually lean into Ditzy's ears and say,
"Who knows your name?" Ditzy held her head and thought to herself. Nopony, she thought, nopony knows my name. Ditzy walked home and crawled into bed. She slept for a while and it felt like bliss. Deep into the night, Ditzy heard a banging sound from downstairs. Ditzy went downstairs and flicked on the light. Her eyes widened in horror. On her wall, scrawled in blood was a message that read; "I'm waiting for you, crooked mare." Ditzy dashed upstairs to her bedroom. She covered herself in her blankets and rocked back and forth.
"I'm not crooked, I'm not crooked." Ditzy mumbled to herself over and over, trying to console herself. Ditzy woke up the next morning drained and deprived of sleep. She went to Sugarcube Corner to try and wake herself up. She kept thinking about the night before. Ditzy was absolutely terrified. Not because of the blood or banging noise but because... because deep down, Ditzy knew she really was crooked.