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// Did She Seriously Get Drunk Off Chocolate Milkshakes? 
// Story: Ask Discorded Scootaloo 
// by Discorded SheepcityUSA 
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Both Discorded Scootaloo and Motherly Scootaloo had spent about the last hour and a half in this universe’s Sugarcube Corner, mostly thanks to Discorded Scootaloo’s seemingly endless appetite for chocolate milkshakes, gulping them down in huge quantities as the Cakes and Pinkie Pie watched in awe.

“So Scootaloo…who’s your friend?” Mrs. Cake asked, still pretty amazed at Discorded Scootaloo’s ability to drink so fast without getting a brain-freeze. 

Motherly Scootaloo froze. After all of this, she hadn’t come up with a believable identity for Discorded Scootaloo yet. She didn't even want to imagine how she would explain that she was an alternate version of herself that had been completely mind-bucked by Discord.

“She’s uhhhh…my sister! We kind of got separated during the whole adoption thing after mom died, and Sandy only managed to track her down last week.” Motherly Scootaloo said.

“Oooooo! It’s really nice to meet new friends, especially when their my friend’s sister! What’s your name? Huh-huh-huh?” Pinkie Pie asked, popping out right in front of Discorded Scootaloo’s face, nearly making her choke on her milkshake.

“Ya want to-hic!- know my-hic!-name do ya?” Discorded Scootaloo asked with her eyes crossed.

Motherly Scootaloo mentally facehoofed.

‘Did she seriously get drunk off of chocolate milkshakes?! Welp. Looks like I’m gonna have to bail her out of this one.’ She thought to herself.

“Her names ummm…Dissy.” Motherly Scootaloo said.

And she immediately kicked herself in the flank for that when she got some very confused looks from the Cakes and Pinkie.

‘Dissy?! Just because she’s Discorded?! Yeah nice one idiot.’ Motherly Scootaloo thought after coming up with something as dumb as that.

“…Well it’s nice to meet you Ms…Dissy. How far from Ponyville did you live?” Mr. Cake asked.

“Buddy, you-hic!-have no clue.” Discorded Scootaloo said in her confused, drunken state.

Pinkie Pie must have noticed her daze and laughed.

“Hehehehe! She got all tipsy from chocolate! Hahahaha!” Pinkie laughed.

Discorded Scootaloo pointed an accusing hoof at the pink mare.

“You-hic!-shut up!” Discorded Scootaloo mumbled before falling off of her chair and passing out on the floor from the brain freeze finally catching up with her.




Discorded Scootaloo awoke and found herself freefalling in a big, black void.

“Aughgghgh! What’s happening?! Is this another dream?!” She yelled. Discorded Scootaloo looked around at where she was falling. She looked up and saw the TARDIS hovering above her, and her location appeared to be full of nothingness, but in reality she had actually been able to land, flat on her stomach. She struggled fearsomely to get to her hooves.

“W-What is this?” She stuttered. 

Suddenly, almost directly in front of her, a rainbow took form. It appeared to be very colorful and bright, but for some reason, Discorded Scootaloo felt…off about it. 

‘Something isn’t right here. For whatever reason, this thing appears…sinister.’ She thought to herself. 

All of a sudden, the rainbow appeared to be…melting. It started to drip onto the floor, but for some reason, it melted only into one color.

Red.

To Discorded Scootaloo, the liquid looked extremely thick and dark. Almost as if it was-

“I-Is t-that…BLOOD?!” She screamed as she jumped back and continued to watch the rainbow melt.

And then she heard a voice. It sounded very metallic and artificial, as if it wasn’t coming from the mouth of a pony. And it yelled.

“EXTERMINATE!”

Scootaloo was really bucking scared now. She looked back to the melting rainbow, only to see that the blood had formed words on the ground.

“Where your fears and horrors come true”






Motherly Scootaloo had gotten Discorded Scootaloo to her bed after she passed out and was watching over her as she was sleeping. She had managed to get a hold of Sandy and tell her about the situation, and she immediately came home to help. 

“How long has she been out?” Sandy asked.

“About and hour or so. I told her after that fifth milkshake that she had had enough. I guess the brain freeze might have caught up to her.” Motherly Scootaloo sighed.

Discorded Scootaloo appeared to cringe and writhe in her sleep, as if she were in pain.

“Mmmph.” She mumbled.

Sandy started to nudge Discorded Scootaloo to get her to wake up. 

“Scootaloo…Scootaloo are you alright?” She whispered.

That made her shoot wide awake, screaming upon being awoken from her dream.

“Gaaaaah!” Discorded Scootaloo screamed.

“Calm down! Everything’s fine!” Motherly Scootaloo shouted.

After actually taking a second to realize that she was awake, Discorded Scootaloo let out a big sigh of relief.

“That…was a big one.” She said in between breaths. 

“The nightmares again?” Motherly Scootaloo asked.

Discorded Scootaloo nodded.

“Uh-huh. And this one was worse than before. It legit scared me to death.” She said.

Sandy still looked pretty concerned.

“Are you okay? Can I get you anything?” She asked.

“You know, now that I think about it, you have any butter?” Discorded Scootaloo asked.

“…What?”

Motherly Scootaloo held up her hoof.

“Sandy, this’ll end quicker of you just give her what she wants.”

“…If you say so.” Sandy said with possibly the most confused look ever on her face as she walked out of the room.

“So, what was it this time?” Motherly Scootaloo asked.

“TARDIS, blood rainbow, exterminate. That’s the short version.” Discorded Scootaloo responded.

“Uhhh…alright? I got your toy from the living room. Want it?” Motherly Scootaloo asked, holding Little Scootaloo in her mouth in front of Discorded Scootaloo’s face.

“GIMMIE!” Discorded Scootaloo shouted before grabbing Little Scootaloo out of Motherly Scootaloo’s grasp and cradling it like a child.

“Aren’t you a little old to be playing with toys meant for foals?” Motherly Scootaloo asked.

Discorded Scootaloo deadpanned.

“Aren’t you a little young to HAVE a foal?” She retorted.

“…Good point. Look, just try to take it easy. I don’t want you getting any more messed up than you already are.” Motherly Scootaloo said before exiting the room, followed by Sandy coming back in, giving Discorded Scootaloo a stick of butter, which is when she proceeded to shove the whole thing in her mouth.

‘…This filly is stranger than I thought.’ Sandy thought.

“Well, don’t hesitate to ask if you need anything else…Dissy.” Sandy said trying to stifle a laugh.

“Shut up.” Discorded Scootaloo said with her mouth full of butter and another annoyed, deadpanned expression.

Sandy left the room, and Discorded Scootaloo was now alone with her doll.

“You know Little Scoots, they are pretty friendly and everything, but they do know how to get a rise out of me sometimes.” Discorded Scootaloo said to the doll by her side.

Discorded Scootaloo: Your starting to open more,how nice!Try to stay positive for awhile, it feels good to be happy! Just keep the bad things off your mind ok?

“It’s a work in progress. I’m pretty glad that I’m not COMPLETELY miserable anymore. Just kinda bummed now.”

Hey Scoots, I suggest you take a good look at your little toy. Something seems off about it.

Discorded Scootaloo raised an eyebrow and her eyes shifted to the toy sitting beside her.

“…I think you need glasses. Doesn’t look strange to me.” She said.

To DS
I wonder why discord let you have hope with that doll, I'd be careful around it.

“What is the matter with you guys?! Why are you bashing on Little Scoots like that? She didn’t do anything to you!”

To Discorded Scootaloo: You know, I think it's time you got a new toy. The little doll feels like a toy for four year olds...Oh, I know! Scootaloo, buy a new scooter!

“…Okay, admittedly that’s not a bad idea, but again, what do all of you have against my doll huh?” Discord asked.

Do you like ducks?

“,,,Wat? Well, That came out of freaking nowhere. Uhhh,,,I guess?” Discorded Scootaloo said before perking up and starting to cringe and wriggle.

“Ugggh. Shouldn’t have drank that many milkshakes. I need a bathroom.” Discorded Scootaloo said before getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom, leaving the doll by itself.

The yellow mist formed around it again, and this time , the doll actually stood on its hind legs and stretched out.

“Arrrrgh! Note to self, find a better vessel next time. Seriously not used to having four of these things.” Discord said holding up his plush-hooves.

“Oh and for those of you confused about that whole duck thing, THIS is what it really said.” Discord said to the readers, his purple, Scootaloo tail snapping like a finger and making the real question, which had been directed at him, appear.

To Lil' Scoots: Well, how does it feel to be predictable. I'm guessing that you saw the bubble, in which your plan was just deduced. While you did manage to add a flair of dramatic irony by becoming the one thing that Scootaloo held with sentimentality, you still followed a predicted plan. I'm no going to warn Scootaloo of the impending danger of you considering the fact that others will do it enough. I doubt that Scootaloo would even want to believe it, considering the walls of sentimentality you formed around your hiding spot. If this message even gets through, and if my theory is correct, than Scootaloo won't see this message, but a message about...hmm...ducks?
Do you like ducks?
... Yeah ducks. Listen, all I want to say is that by following a logical plan aren't you acting downright... Orderly?

“And all I have to say to that is…you’re talking about logical to a guy that’s possessing a doll. I just do what is necessary, let’s just leave things off there. Acting all “doll casual” is excruciatingly painful for me, but watching the chicken’s little…episodes, is worth it…Oh and call me orderly again, and I may just need to find another pet to play with.” The Scootaloo plush-Discord said with an evil, threatening smile.

Discord then heard the toilet flush from the other room, and immediately went “Toy Mode” which consisted of staying completely motionless.

Discorded Scootaloo then entered the room and sat back on the bed, pulling her toy closer to her.

“So what now? Do I just go back to sleep and risk more nightmares, or do I just sit here and stare at the ceiling?” Discorded Scootaloo asked herself.

Discorded Scootaloo then spotted Motherly Scootaloo’s Daring Do novel sitting on the nightstand next to her bed.

“…Yeah might as well.” Discorded Scootaloo said, holding the book in her hooves and started to read…