The rain poured heavily in the town of Ponyville. Only the streetlights and the moon kept the town from being engulfed in darkness. Ponies retreated into the warmth and dryness of their homes. But not all of them had found a peaceful place to retire for the night. One young filly had been soaked to the bone in her quest for food. An orange filly with a purple mane was rooting through the garbage behind Sugar Cube Corner. She raised a hoof to her forehead to remove the wet hair from her eyes.
"Jackpot!" said Scootaloo as she reached in and pulled out a perfectly good cupcake. She greedily wolfed down the pastry. Once she finished the cupcake, she lowered her head down to a puddle. She didn't enjoy living like this, but she wasn't about to give herself up to some orphanage. So, without any other option, she began drinking the water from the puddle. Once her thirst was sated, she walked over to her scooter. She picked up her helmet from off the handle bar, and put it on her head. She then grabbed the handles of her scooter, and started walking out of the alley. She was just coming to the main street, when she heard a clinking sound. She turned her head to face a dark alleyway. The source of the sound became known when an empty can rolled past a pair of silver trash cans. She looked ahead, but the rain obstructed her long range vision. But she could see a large brown dumpster sitting against the brick wall of the alley.
"Hello? Is somepony there?" she called out. Her response was the continued patter of the rain falling on the ground. "Something made that can role." She laid her scooter against the wall, but she kept her helmet on, just in case. She kept her distance from the dumpster, and slowly trotted forward to see what was there. It was dark, with heavy rain, but she was able to see something hiding right next to the dumpster. The sight made her gasp. It was a few inches taller than her. It stood on two legs, and was thin and lanky. Its forelegs ended with worm like digits at the ends. It had medium length dirty blond hair, and light blue eyes. It wore brown shorts, and a blue long sleeved shirt. There was dirt on its face, and cuts on its arms. Gripped in its right appendage was a small loaf of bread. It was backed against the wall, and had a look of fear on its face. Scootaloo stepped back, and cautiously looked at the creature.
"Please don't hurt me," whimpered the creature. Scootaloos eyes widened. The creature could talk! From what Scootaloo could hear, the creature was male. And it sounded like a colt about her age.
"You can talk!" questioned Scootaloo.
"Y-yes," stammered the creature. Scootaloo looked to the bread in its hand.
"Are you gonna eat that?" asked Scootaloo as she ponted to the loaf with her hoof. In response, the creature turned, holding the bread away from Scootaloo, while nodding vigorously. "Aw come on, I've barely eaten in the past few days!"
"Me neither," replied the creature.
"Really?" asked Scootaloo. The creature nodded. Scoot sat down on her haunches. Scootaloo wanted to learn more about this creature, but the rain made it kind of hard to hear. "Why don't you come with me. I know a place where we can get dry. The creature looked hesitant. "What's wrong?"
"You-you're not going to attack me? Or chase me away? You didn't even call me a monster!"
"Why would I do that?" asked Scootaloo.
"All the other ponies did," replied the creature. Scootaloo couldn't believe that, all the ponies she knew were kind and compassionate. But now was not the time to argue. She was tired of being wet.
"Well I wont. Come on, follow me." And so, Scootaloo led the creature out of the rain. Their destination? The Cutie Mark Crusaders clubhouse. Scootaloo led the creature to the clubhouse, sticking to the darker areas of Ponyville, in an effort to not be seen. When they arrived, Scoot set her scooter and helmet against the tree. She then led the creature into the clubhouse. She gestured to a spot for the creature to sit. She then lit a lantern and sat down.
"So...my names Scootaloo. What's yours?"
"Um, I-I'm Kyle."
"OK. Um, if you don't mind me asking, what exactly are you?"
"I'm Human."
"Human? I've never heard of that before."
"Well...that's because...I'm the only one." Scootaloos jaw dropped.
"How is it possible for you to be the ONLY human in equestria? You had to come from somewhere!"
"Well, it's a long story."
"Tell you what, I'll tell you my story if you tell me yours."
"Well...OK. It all started about three months ago. Where I'm from, humans cover the entire planet. That's how I figured that I'm not on the same planet anymore."
"Wait! You-you're from another world?" questioned Scootaloo.
"Yeah. Where I'm from, Ponies aren't intelligent."
"Wow, so you're like an alien right?!"
"Hm...I guess so."
"Cool! I can't believe I'm next to a real life alien!"
"Hm. I guess that is pretty cool! Wait, so should I continue with my story?"
"Oh, yeah sure, go ahead."
"OK, so me and my parents were at the park, with our dog. We were having a picnic. I was playing with my dog. I was tossing a Frisbee with him. But I threw it too far, and it went into the forest, and my dog chased it. I chased him into the forest, but he disappeared. When I turned around, the park was gone. It was just more forest. I wandered around, looking for a way out of the forest. Finally, I came to the edge of the forest, and saw a town. And that's when my problems really started."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, when I arrived at Ponyville, the ponies freaked out when they saw me. They called me a monster, and chased me out of town. I've been living in the forest, and sneaking into town at night to find food."
"Wow...that's so...wrong!"
"Yeah, it sucks. What about you? What's your story?"
"Well, it was about two years ago. There was a break in. The robbers killed my parents. I've been on my own ever since."
"Wow, I'm sorry to hear that. So, um, how old are you?"
"I'm nine years old," said Scootaloo.
"Oh, you're a year older than me. I'm eight." The two sat there for a few seconds, before Kyle took his loaf of bread, and tore it in half. He handed half to Scootaloo.
"Thanks," said Scootaloo.
"No problem," replied Kyle. "So, what is this place?"
"It's me and my friends clubhouse. I usually sleep here."
"It's nice...well, I guess I'll get going. Thanks for letting me dry off here," Kyle stood up, and started walking towards the door.
"Hold on a sec!" exclaimed Scootaloo. Kyle turned around to look at Scootaloo. "You don't have to go. You can sleep here tonight if you want."
"Really?" asked Kyle.
"Yeah, sure. You just have to leave while I'm at school, because after that, my friends and I come and hang out here."
"Sure, I can do that," replied Kyle happily. Scootaloo curled up on the floor, and Kyle lied down a few feet away from here.
"Good night Kyle,"
"Good night Scootaloo."