//------------------------------// // Factory // Story: Words Unspoken // by wille179 //------------------------------// Scootaloo to her flight instructor, then to herself: I can fly! Please, let me try again! I'm not worthless! I don't want to go to the factory... "I'm sorry, you failed." The words hit her like a ton of bricks. That was it. Her dreams had gone up in smoke. The large stallions stepped up behind her and pressed a cloth into her muzzle before she could even begin to protest the decision. Within seconds, the sweet-smelling fumes made her too dizzy to stand, let alone fight back. As the world went black, Scootaloo let out a desperate, pitiful cry.