//------------------------------// // Sadness // Story: Ask Discorded Scootaloo // by Discorded SheepcityUSA //------------------------------// Scootaloo just lay on the ground of floor of the coop, covered completely in hay, trying to just collect her thoughts without being interrupted. But of course… For Scootaloo: If you could swap bodies with either of your former friends and let her be Discord's chicken, which would you choose and why? Scootaloo looked up from her makeshift bed, still frowning. “You’re never going to leave me alone are you? But if I had to say anypony, it wouldn’t be either of the Crusaders. No, they’re MINE. I’d have to say if anyone deserves to be in MY position, it’d be that arrogant prick, Rainbow Dash.” She grumbled. Scootaloo laid her head back down. “I-I trusted her above all others. And when I’m foalnapped by the most dangerous creature in Equestria, what does she do?” Scootaloo asked nopony in particular “…Absolutely bucking nothing. Element of Loyalty my flank.” For Scootaloo: Please remember not to bottle up those feeling it isn't healthy. GET MAD! SHOW US YOU WAR FACE! Scootaloo’s face scrunched up and her eyes became bloodshot. “I’m not bottling up shit…I’M PISSED OFF BEYOND BELIEF!” She screamed. Scootaloo let out a deep breath and wiped a bead of sweat of her forehead. “Phew. That felt good. I need to yell more often.” She said. For Scootaloo: Any thoughts about what'd you do when or if you get out and finish exterminating your associates (possible emphises on 'ass') what will or would you do afterwards? Scootaloo tapped a hoof on her chin. “Yes, emphasis on “ass”. HUGE emphasis. Anyway, this is like, completely hypothetical, considering I’m bucking trapped beyond comprehension, but I’m not really sure what I’d do. I don’t think I’d kill them right away though. No, I’d want them to suffer just as badly as I have, if not worse.” Scoots hissed. For Scootaloo- How do you live without anything to do everyday, isn't it boring? Scootaloo’s face deadpanned. “…You. Have. No. Idea. How’d you like being psychologically bucked in the head, knowing all your friends have abandoned you, being forced to crow your throat out every sunrise, AND being bored out of your mind? Well I’ll give you a hint. It sucks ass.” She said. For the chicken: If you could ask your owner for anything (except getting out of here, of course), what would it be? “Definitely my scooter. I left the thing on the cliff before I crashed landed here, and knowing how careless and dumb the Cutie Mark crybabies are, they probably left it there too. But knowing my “Oh so caring owner” he’d probably light it on fire in front of my face.” She said, a hint of anger mixed with sadness in her voice. Okay, Scootaloo. I've got a question for you. You can't fly. You know that, I know that, Discord knows that, everyone, everypony, everything knows that. BUT, if you could fly up, and only up, would you? Think carefully before you answer, now. I'm talking about only flying up. Not down, not left, not right, just up, not even gliding side to side. Just flying straight up, as high as you could go, then letting gravity take over. Would you fly? Would you live your dream, Scootaloo, knowing it would be that last thing you ever did? Scootaloo’s face deadpanned again. “…You guys really want me to kill myself don’t you? Now, if I had been asked this sometime earlier, I probably would’ve considered this. NOW though that I’ve suffered this badly because nopony came to help? I don’t think I’ll be satisfied with my life until I make all those that have left me’s lives just as shitty as mine.” That blue box in your nightmare, Scoots, may just be your ticket out of there. Scootaloo raised an eyebrow, looking off into space in deep thought and cocking her head to the side. “That…somehow makes sense. I know it just may be the false hope talking, but maybe this could help me out some…possibly…It’d help if I knew what the buck it was though.” For Scootaloo : why do you always push yourself that you say" you can’t do it you cant fly " if you try and try you could fly and get away from discord and get help. Scootaloo looked pretty irritated now, her eyes narrowing, and her frown becoming that much stronger and profound. “Tell you what. You try being verbally assaulted and mentally scarred on a daily basis by an evil chaos demon, THEN you come back here and tell me how your self-image is doing.” She said, lowering her head, a few tears shedding from her eyes. “I know I’m pathetic, I don’t need to be told that. So do me a favor and stop reminding me.” She sniffled. Scootaloo: Is there anypony you still don't hate? Scootaloo’s grey coat darkened, and her body went rigid as her blood went cold. “I…I…” Scootaloo mumbled before holding her head in her hooves, appearing to be in pain. “Oh c’mon Rumble, give it back! You know I can’t fly!” Scootaloo shouted, sounding rather annoyed at the grey Pegasus sitting in a tree with her saddlebags around his lowered tail, hanging just out of her reach. “Hehe. Not a chance Scoots. You want it, ya gotta work for it. C’mon, you can do it.” Rumble chuckled. Scootaloo scrunched up her face and her face turned red in embarrassment. “You think you’re so smart? Well how’s this smart guy?” Scootaloo joked, flapping her wings as hard as she could, hovering just far enough allowing her to grab Rumble’s tail in her teeth… Unfortunately, her exhaustion got the better of her at that instant, and she fell back to the ground, Rumble tumbling down as well. “Aggh!” Both of them shouted as they hit the ground. Rumble had stood up first, only to see that he had landed right on top of her, their muzzles nearly inches from touching. A fierce blush had spread over both their cheeks. “Uhh, whoops.” Rumble said nervously to the flustered Scootaloo, who had a sheepish smile on her face. SLAM! Scootaloo had slammed her forehead against the wooden walls of the coop, causing wood to splinter her face and blood to run from the wound, mixing with her tears. “Just…stop.” She mumbled. For Scootaloo: Here catch! *Tosses a doll into cage* Before Scootaloo could scream at whoever threw something that hit her in the back of her head, she saw that a plush toy of herself had been thrown into the coop’s pen. She trotted over to it, picked it up, and brought it back into the coop. Looking over the thing closer, she could see this thing looked pretty well made. A bit worn out, but it wasn’t in that bad of condition. “Now where’d you come from?” she asked it. After a few moments of taking it in, she enclosed the toy in a tight embrace. “Looks like you’re stuck with me little Scoots…huh. Has a nice ring to it. I’ll definitely be holding onto you.” She said to it, starting to sniff some of the tears back into her eyes and wiping some of the blood off her face. Isn’t there a chance Discord made it so no one could find you, or made a duplicate of you and had it take your place? Before Scootaloo even noticed the question, a lion’s paw reached through the window of the tiny structure and pulled it out, letting out a slight ZZZIIP. Scootaloo perked up after hearing the sound. “Hm? What was that?” she asked. Discord stuck the text into his gaping maw, chewed it up and swallowed it, letting out a loud burp, which released a gas cloud that reached a nearby bird, and ended up knocking it out from the smell. “Tsk tsk tsk. You dirty cheaters should really keep your little mouths shut about that. Don’t want to make things too easy do we?” Discord scolded. Discord put a finger to his chin. But…maybe I WILL tell you. I know you won’t rat me out...right?...Whatever. The truth is that I may or may not have erased everypony in Ponyville’s memories of the chicken, therefore not giving them anypony to look for. Genius isn’t it?” Discord chuckled to himself. For Discord: Any future plans, schemes, dreams, and / or hi-jinks you care to share with us? “At the moment, I plan on going back to the whole “Chaotic Equestria thing. But at the moment, I’m simply…biding my time. But, I needed to do SOMETHING while I wait for a good moment to strike. That’s where my little chicken comes in.” Discord: Why don't you put Scootaloo in a chicken costume, or turn her into a chicken? That would be A LOT funnier. Discord perked up and raised eyebrows for a moment, snapping his fingers, conjuring a notebook in his hand and writing something down. “You really shouldn’t give me ideas, buddy.” Discord chuckled. Discord, first of all, a congratulations. When you went after Rainbow and Fluttershy, you took away their wings. Yet you left Scootaloo hers. An excellent way to add insult to injury. Now a question. What do you plan on doing if anypony, say Twilight and her friends, manage to find Scootaloo? Might I suggest implementing some sort of cloaking spell to keep away unwanted guests, provided you don't already have some in place. Discord clapped his hands together. “You’re too kind. I thought it would be a tad pointless to take her wings anyway, seeing as she can’t even use the things anyway, so I figured “What the heck. Let her try all she wants, she isn’t gonna do it” As for the second part, If anypony, for some inconceivable reason came to find her, I’d probably just mess with their little heads a bit too. Maybe I could add to my collection a bit as well. Who knows, the possibilities are endless with me!” Discord boasted. Why are you doing this to Scootaloo? Why her why not anypony else? “She just kind of showed up in the right place at the wrong time…for her anyway. I needed entertainment, and she just fell right out of the sky. Funny how life works out that way.” Discord said. Discord looked at his watch and yawned. “Welp. I’ll be off to bed now. To the ol’ tree.” Discord said, appearing in a tree with a pillow and blanket and snoring loudly, rustling the leaves around him. Scootaloo was asleep with “Little Scoots” held in her hooves, slightly snoring a bit. All of a sudden, the stillness was broken by a strange sound unknown to her ears. Wrp, Wrp Wrp Wrp! “Hm?” Scootaloo mumbled sitting up from her “bed” and looking to the window. Her jaw dropped at what she saw. For in the pen of the coop, standing quite tall, was a large, blue box with two large doors at it’s front and a siren at the top. The same box from her dream. “No way…” she whispered.