//------------------------------// // Top Douche (Griffon The Brush-Off) // Story: Scootaloo Dies a Bunch // by alexmagnet //------------------------------// “So, I was thinking about something,” said Sweetie Belle as she and Scootaloo wandered through the park. Scootaloo’s ears perked up and she glanced over at Sweetie. “Oh yeah? What about?” “Well, you said you couldn’t fly, right?” “Right.” “But, you’re still a pegasus, right?” “Riiiiight.” “So, you may not be able to fly, but you can still stand on clouds, right?” “Ri—Actually… I don’t know.” Scootaloo looked skywards and watched as a few fat clouds floated lazily by. She briefly wondered what it’d be like to stand on one of those clouds. “I’ve never actually tried, now that I think about it.” Sweetie Belle grinned widely. She pointed to a distant hill. “Wanna try?” Scootaloo shrugged. “Sure, what’ve I got to lose?” “I don’t know… your life?” Laughing, Scootaloo patted Sweetie roughly on the back. “Oh please, what’s the worst that could happen?” “All right, now you’ve just gotta wait until a cloud passes underneath you, and then jump on it. It should be a piece of cake.” Sweetie was standing well away from the cliff ledge and was only offering “constructive” criticism from afar. Scootaloo, on the other hand, was practically hanging herself off the edge. She gulped. “Uhh, I’m not seeing any clouds down here. Maybe we’re not high up enough yet?” Sweetie Belle brought a hoof to her chin. She tapped it lightly, lost in thought. “Maybe you’re right. I don’t know where else we could go, though. This is the highest point I know of in Ponyville.” “Yeah, this is the only place I know, too. Maybe I should just jump and try to glide down?” Sweetie Belle shrugged. “I guess it’s worth a shot.” “Welp, no point in sitting around waiting, then.” Swallowing the lump in her throat, Scootaloo clamped her eyes shut and leapt off the edge of the cliff. She unfurled her wings and tried to flap, but they just fluttered uselessly in the wind. Trying with all her strength to keep them open, she attempted to glide to safety, but her wings were simply too stubby. Scootaloo had just about given up hope when she suddenly felt herself land on something soft. She opened her eyes and saw that she had actually managed, against all odds, to land on a cloud. Quickly scrambling to her hooves, she looked up the cliff and shouted to Sweetie Belle. “Hey! I made it! I’m on a cloud!” Sweetie’s head peeked over the edge. “Oh, wow! That’s amazing, Scootaloo!” Scootaloo strutted about for a moment, unbelievably pleased with herself. But before she could do any gloating, she heard Sweetie’s voice again. “Hey, what’s that over there?” She was pointing at a pair of far-off blobs that seemed to be getting closer and closer. Scootaloo squinted, barely able to make out their colors. One was a sky blue—which meant that it was Rainbow Dash—but the other she didn’t recognize. It was brown, and it was ahead of Rainbow by a good bit. She watched for a moment until shapes started to form, and she could tell that the brown object was quite a bit bigger than Rainbow. “Can you see what that is?” she asked Sweetie. Sweetie Belle shook her head. “Nope. Just looks like some blurs to me.” “Huh, must be—” “Get outta my way, dweeb!” The brown blob passed underneath her at lightning speed, not giving Scootaloo any time to react. She thought she was safe for a moment, but then quickly realized she was falling again; her cloud had been wiped out from under her. Scootaloo quickly moved from confusion to panic, flailing her limbs around in a desperate attempt to slow her descent down, but it was completely useless. She was falling far too fast. Her only hope was to call out to her hero as she passed. “Rainbow! Save—” “Hey, watch it! I’m flyin’ here!” Rainbow passed without so much as slowing down. Scootaloo found herself questioning her choice of role models in the brief moments before she became an unrecognizable splatter of orange on the ground.