//------------------------------// // Origins of Hate // Story: Ask Discorded Scootaloo // by Discorded SheepcityUSA //------------------------------// Not long after her crying fit, Scootaloo managed to somehow get back to sleep, a few quiet sniffles escaping her nose as she snored. About an hour later though, she started to wriggle and squirm. “…N-no…n-no…LEAVE ME ALONE!” Scootaloo yelled in her sleep before shooting up from her position in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. “…It happened again.” She muttered, holding a hoof to her forehead. Just then, a new question appeared before her. Have a nightmare Scoots? “Not that it’s any of your business, but yeah.” Scootaloo said bitterly before resting her chin on her hoof. “It’s the same damn nightmare every time. I’m floating around in a big, purple vortex, and I hear what sounds like a foal crying. Then this big, blue, box-thing flies past me and goes deeper into the vortex before disappearing…A-And then…” Scootaloo hesitated a moment, a few tears starting to take form in her orbs. “…Then the crying stops and all I hear before waking up is Discord laughing…I don’t quite know what it means, but frankly, I don’t know if I want to find out.” Scootaloo sighed. Suddenly, Scootaloo’s stomach let out a loud growl, indicating her hunger. “Aaaand there it is. I’m starving.” She moaned. After she said that, another question appeared. What do you eat? “Discord mostly feeds me dog food. Doesn’t make much sense since I’m supposed to be a chicken, not a dog, but since when does Discord make sense?” She made her way to her food bowl, appropriately labeled “Chicken”, which seemed to already be filled up. “It tastes horrible, but it’s all I have, and I’m not planning on starving to death.” Scootaloo said before kneeling down and taking a large amount of dog food into her mouth, wincing at the terrible taste and chewing quickly so she didn’t have to keep it in her mouth any longer than she had to. While she was chewing, she was presented with another question. How come no one has come looking for you? Scootaloo recoiled for a second after reading, and then swallowing her food to speak. “…Nopony cares that I’m gone, that’s why. I all of a sudden drop off the face of Equestria and no one even bothers to question it…was that the answer you wanted?” Scootaloo growled. How’d ya get Discorded? Scootaloo sighed. “Somehow I knew you jerks were going to ask that sooner or later. Well, this is what happened. Me and my former friends, whose names I REFUSE to mention, were attempting to get our Cutie Marks in hang-gliding. Being the idiotic daredevil that I was, I went first…you know, being a Pegasus that can’t fly is rather humiliating, but for that one moment in my life, I felt…good. Being high up in the sky, feeling so free and happy…” For a moment, some of the orange in Scootaloo’s coat started to return, and she had a small smile on her face… …Which immediately disappeared when she continued her tale, her coat instantly turning grey again. “And then IT happened. A big gust of wind flew in, sending my glider off course. I crash landed in the Everfree Forest where The Coop is now. That’s where Discord got to me. Don’t ask me how he escaped Canterlot; that I couldn’t tell you. Anyway, he trapped me in this coop, intending to make my life Tartarus for his sick amusement. I told him he was a lunatic, that everypony would come looking for me when they realized I was gone.” Scootaloo started to tear up before she continued. “And so I waited. Hours turned into days, and days turned into weeks. Nopony, not even my friends, came. It was at that point that I pretty much realized nopony was coming. Discord must’ve seen that I was looking conflicted, so he showed me a vision of Ponyville through one of his cotton candy clouds. Everypony there looked as happy as ever, even the Crusaders, all looked liked they didn’t even notice I was gone.” Scootaloo started to sniffle as tears dripped from her eyes into the hay below. “When I realized nopony was going to bother trying to find me, my coat turned grey, and I turned into what I am now…ARE YOU PROUD OF YOURSELVES?! IT’S HURTING TO MAKE ME REMEMBER ALL THIS SHIT! LOOK AT WHAT YOU’RE DOING TO ME!” Scootaloo cried before collapsing on her face into a pile of hay, hysterically crying. Very bad time for another question, but… For Scootaloo-Have you tried to escape the clutches of Discord yet? Scootaloo looked back up, her eyes still wet. “YOU THINK I HAVEN’T THOUGHT OF THAT?! IN CASE YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED, I CAN’T BUCKING FLY OUT OF HERE BECAUSE MY WINGS ARE COMPLETELY USELESS!” Scootaloo screamed. She lay her head in her forehooves, trying to relax from her hysterics. “Besides. Even if I COULD escape, Discord would find me anywhere I went. There’s nowhere in this universe I could go where Discord wouldn’t find me, take me back here, and beat the living horse shit, no pun intended, out of me.” Scootaloo said sounding very sour. Another question read- What about other universes then? “…Okay, now you’re just bucking with me. Piss off.” For Scootaloo. Have you thought of suicide? “…You’re talking to a filly about suicide? What the actual buck is wrong with you?! Besides, I’m too afraid to do it anyway…I-I’m afraid.” For Scootaloo. If you could kill everypony (not including Discord),who would you kill first,and who would you kill last? Scootaloo perked up for a moment, and her mane shaded the area around her eyes, making her appearance look rather menacing. Scootaloo’s mind had brought about a certain memory, something that happened a lot before she was changed, and it wasn’t pleasant. “Blank Flank! Blank Flank! Blank Flank! Haahahahaha!” Scootaloo grinded her teeth in her rage, and she snarled. “If I ever get out of here…you die first.” She hissed. Discord had been sleeping on the roof of the coop, listening to Scootaloo having her emotional breakdown, and he merely yawned in response. “Man, does she EVER shut up? All I ever hear from her is her whining about how nopony cares or whatever. It gets old really fast.” Discord said. Dear Discord- IF in a life & death situation, would you go out with Celestia? :D Discord facepawed. “What is with all the shipping questions? NONE of you object to my treatment of the chicken…I like you.” Discord said with an evil grin. Discord then realized he hadn’t answered the question yet. “Oh right…I don’t think you get what the term “immortal” means, so no.” Discord said. For discord, how long has Scootaloo been your "pet"? Discord took out a pocket-watch, which had himself pointing at the numbers with his mix-matched limbs instead of regular clock-hands. “Hmmm, let’s see now…Wednesday, Thursday, plus a week…four months.” Discord answered. Why you do this to Scootaloo!? “Oh, so one of you DOESN’T like how I treat my pets? Well, allow me to answer this in the simplest way I can so your tiny, sentimental mind can understand it…It’s funny. Duh.” Discord responded.