Motherly Scootaloo had retrieved Lightning Blitz from Twilight’s and was currently watching him playing with a bouncy ball. She had to admit that taking care of children was a rewarding experience, but it was difficult as well.
And now she has to worry about not only Lightning, but the possibility of her opposite personality relapsing from the night terrors and lashing out.
‘She’s been awful quiet. Does all that pony do is sleep?!’ Motherly Scootaloo thought to herself.
To Lightning Blitz: Hey there little guy! Here, have a cookie! *A cookie somehow lands in front of Blitz*
Motherly Scootaloo smiled as she watched her son happily nomming on a cookie that seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and he seemed to be enjoying the warm and chocolaty taste of it. The sheer cuteness of the scene was enough to get Motherly Scootaloo to relax.
Why don't you keep a drawer full of butter somewhere to calm Dissy down, Motherly?
“Oh my gosh, you guys are actually going to start calling her that? Anyway, she does seem to like the stuff a LOT more than regular ponies should. And emotionally it would keep her calm, but I also don’t want my other self getting fat. Might need to get her to start watching her weight.”
To M. Scootaloo: I think Discorded Scootaloo is really warming up to you! But I agree with you, that doll she has is for little foals... why don't you get her a scooter? It will take her mind off things and you might even get to bond closer! I personally think that she will like the scooter more... maybe you could give her doll to Lightning to play with once you have confirmed my theory? :D
“That is a VERY good idea. That could be something that could get her to trust me completely. Only problem is…would she be willing to let go of that doll of hers? I’m sort of afraid that no matter how much she trusts me, that she’ll bite my hoof off if I try to get it from her…I’ll try it though.”
At that moment, Sandy entered the room after checking up on Discorded Scootaloo.
“Let me guess. She’s asleep.” Motherly Scootaloo said.
“She is. Though she appears to be a lot more peaceful than before. She had her entire body bundled up in blankets and a book over her face.” Sandy replied.
“I guess that’s expected with everything she’s gone through, but sheesh. She sleeps a ton!” Motherly said.
To Motherly Scootaloo (Sandy): Please, for the sake of every pony, just keep Scootaloo away from Rainbow Dash. No matter what's going on, or whatever may make you think otherwise, keep Scootaloo away from Rainbow Dash.
“…Rainbow Dash too? Is there anypony that she can interact with that she won’t end up trying to kill?!” Motherly shouted.
“I don’t know, she seems to like you pretty well. I think saying she hates everypony would be putting it kind of strong.” Sandy said.
“That’s because I practically AM her. She trusts herself and herself alone…well…there is one pony she still doesn’t hate, but she apparently cries whenever he’s brought up, and I don’t want her to go back to being as bad as she was when she came here.” Motherly Scootaloo said sadly.
“Don’t worry Scootaloo. She’ll open up more about it when she’s ready. She just needs time…You know maybe when she’s gotten a little more secure she could go to school with you.” Sandy suggested.
Motherly Scootaloo rubbed her chin.
“Maybe. I’ll need to find a way to keep her from Applebloom and Sweetie Belle though.” She said.
Discorded Scootaloo still lay asleep with the Daring Do novel spread across her face, snoring loudly. She was obviously sleeping a lot better than before, Lil’ Scoots laying next to her in its motionless and lifeless state…
Before the mysterious yellow mist surrounded the toy, once again causing it to spring back to life while Discorded Scootaloo remained oblivious in her sleep.
“Well well well. Sleeping soundly aren’t you chicken? Oh if only you could actually put two and two together with your future sight. If you knew what’s in store, you probably would never sleep again.” The Discord-Scootaloo toy laughed.
To lil' scoots: Your plan is great, Scootaloo expects you do do something crazy and illogical but forming sentimental walls around the doll and using that to conceal yourself is something a relatively sane person would do, therefore Scootaloo would never think of you as sane and never suspect the doll. oh and if you like what i just said then you are acting predictable and orderly, if you don't then you are downright depressing Adieu.
Discord’s face deadpanned something hard.
“So, you’re saying that if I agree with you then I’m acting orderly, but if I don’t then I’m pathetic? Well I’ve got only one thing to say to that.” Discord’s purple tail snapped it’s fur-fingers and the text bubble caught fire and evaporated into nothingness.
“Heh. Jokes on you.” Discord chuckled.
To Lil' Scoots: So you're going to go Toy Story on us all, huh? You know, I really hope Lightning Blitz finds you while Scootaloo's in the room. Because if you think that being a doll's excruciatingly painful, just wait until you become a baby's chew toy.
“Just to clarify, I meant that sitting motionless for so long is so boring that it’s wearing on my nerves, not physically, but you know. And if that little devil does manage to get his hooves on me when I’m like this, I have no reason to be afraid. He is but a foal, and I. Am. Discord! Did you get all that? I swear sometimes you guys are so simple-minded.” Discord chuckled.
Discorded Scootaloo suddenly shifted in her sleep, making Discord flinch.
‘Doll mode activated!’ Discord thought to himself as his doll body went limp and returned to normal.
Discorded Scootaloo opened her eyes, only to find that she still couldn’t see.
“…What the” Discorded Scootaloo felt around her face and saw that she had a book over her face.
“Oh. Duh” She said as she shook her head to get it off and she stood up and stretched her limbs.
“Arrrgh! Boy do I feel good! Certainly one of the best naps I’ve had yet. No bad dreams.” She said.
Discorded Scootaloo was then brought to attention that she had done almost nothing but sleep since she had escaped The Coop, and began to ponder on the subject.
“Why DO I sleep so much? Am I just that emotionally exhausted? Or did Discord put some kind of narcolepsy curse on me or something?” Discorded Scootaloo said to herself.
Discorded Scoots: I'm not hating on your doll, but just keep a close eye on it. Something just doesn't seem right about it.
Well that was typical. Right as you actually loom at the doll its normal. You can think I'm crazy all you want, but I'm telling you, something isn't right with that toy.
I suggest you just keep an eye on it.
“Uuugh, this again?!...Look, if it’ll keep you all from crying in your dumb, paranoia-fueled fits, I’ll watch it alright? Happy now?”
To Discorded Scootaloo: I'll give you a rundown of what that voice from your dream most definitely was. It was almost certainly a cyborg alien that The Doctor has fought int the past. It's mission, stay with me, is to destroy all other life, because it believes that all other life is inferior to it...Yeah... I know how that sounds, but it's completely true.
“…I don’t even know the meaning of unusual anymore. I’ll take your word for it. Just hope I don’t run into one of these guys in a dark alley.”
To Discorded Scootaloo: Do you know how rainbows are made?
Discorded Scootaloo looked curiously at the bubble as if she didn’t even understand what it was saying.
“…Why the heck would you ask something like that? But just to answer, I’m pretty sure it involves something to do with unicorn’s magic and spectra or something of that nature. I don’t know, I’m not a bucking weather specialist!” She said.
To Scootaloo: Hey, I don't mean to remind you of any scary Campfire Stories or anything, but I just wanted to ask: Do you remember if there's a horror story Pegasi always told called: Rainbow Factory?
Upon reading the question, Discorded Scootaloo’s blood ran cold.
“Umm Y-yeah, I remember s-something like that. B-but it was nothing but a s-stupid rumor. I know Cloudsdale has its problems, but I don’t think even DISCORD is capable of something as horrible as what they said. I mean, rainbows made from ponies? That’s ridiculous!...right?” Discorded Scootaloo said with a nervous grin.
To Discorded Scoots: *sings* Now a rainbow's tale isn't quite as nice
As the story we knew of sugar and spice
But a rainbow's easy once you get to know it
With the help of the magic of a Pegasus Device
Let's dive deeper into rainbow philosophy
Far beyond that of Cloudsdale's mythology
It's easy to misjudge that floating city
With it's alluring decor and social psychology
But with all great things comes a great responsibility
That of Cloudsdale's being weather stability
How, you ask, are they up to the task
To which the answer is in a simple facility
In the Rainbow Factory, where your fears and horrors come true
In the Rainbow Factory, where not a single soul gets through
In the Rainbow Factory, where your fears and horrors come true
In the Rainbow Factory, where your fears and horrors come true
In the Rainbow Factory, where not a single soul gets through
In the Rainbow Factory, where your fears and horrors come true
In the Rainbow Factory, where not a single soul gets through
Discorded Scootaloo’s grin grew even more fake when a few tears started to shape in her eyes.
“…You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” She grumbled as she let her face fall into a frown.
If you had the ability to stop hearing these text blocks, would you do it? This may seem like a no-brainer to you, but think harder...
“…I-I don’t know. Some of you at least pretend to care, but others of you are downright cruel. I sort of have some mixed feelings. But let me ask you something for once. The whole reason you’re even around is to try and bring me back to my senses, am I right? Well, suppose that I never did any of the “awesome” things everypony says. I never had real friends, I didn’t perform any death-defying stunts, and I never had anypony to look up to. Basically, if that filly from before never existed, would any of you still even give a buck about ME? I mean, that’s all you’re here for right? To see all my…how do I put it?...badness that my former self would never show? If I was just my own pony, would you even bother with me?” Discorded Scootaloo asked.
Discorded Scootaloo got out of bed and started to head to the door.
“Well, I suppose I shouldn’t just wait around here all day getting fat. I need to take a break from the sleeping…if that even makes sense.” Discorded Scootaloo said as she went for the door. But as she passed the mirror in the room, she stopped dead in her tracks. She looked directly into the mirror and realized that the reflection she was looking at, she didn’t even recognize. She was still slightly grey, and she still looked mostly like herself, but she appeared taller and a bit more slim and curvaceous.
Somehow, she had grown to what appeared to be a teenager.
And she did the most appropriate thing to do when presented with this sight.
Take in a deep breath and…
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!