What's the worst thing that's ever happened to you?

by Appleloosan Psychiatrist


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Applebloom and Sweetie Belle were silent for a long time.

The crickets buzzed incessantly. Scootaloo ruffled the fire with her stick, the summoned embers becoming bright enough to make her flinch.

Applebloom swallowed. "Scootaloo..."

Sweetie Belle's mouth was wide open, and she stared at Scootaloo, unblinking. None of them were really sure what to say, but Scootaloo was done talking for the night.

"Wow, Scootaloo," Sweetie Belle said after a minute, gaining some semblance of composure. "That's so awesome! I can't believe you managed something like that!"

"Yeah" Applebloom said, nodding slowly, "but I was wonderin' – what'd you do with the Wonderbolt's costume after you stole it from Rainbow Dash? I mean, she'd have to notice it was missin' eventually. Where's it stashed now?"

Scootaloo didn't answer. She didn't hear the question. She prodded the fire and her mind was burning. Thoughts were as ashes.

"Scootaloo, you hear me?" Applebloom leaned forward, and Scootaloo glanced out of her periphery at her. Through the fire, her face was shadowed and flickering, a melting, sinister mess.

Applebloom stared at her friend for a while, then frowned.

"Are you crying, Scootaloo?"