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// Chapter 1: Drupy and Scootaloo 
// Story: Drupy likes Red Spark 
// by Chamomile Tea 
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Drupy is a small filly, aged around 12 years old, the first time he found out he was diagnosed with being retarded, was a long time ago, back when he was 5. His voice sounds a small bit like Derpy's, [before she was censored] accept more male. Although Drupy seems to not be a griffon, or a vice versa griffon, this is because of a rare birth where a filly will have different parts in a griffon. He has 2 dinosaur/crocodile tails with little blue fluffs in the end, he has 2 chicken/griffon back legs, 2 normal front hooves, fuzzy blue fur and mane along with a peach muzzle. He has 1 lazy eye, making him seem a little Derpy, he keeps his tongue out of his mouth, he feels more natural this way. He also has a few purple marks around his eyes, this is due to his lack of sleep. His father left him while he was 8, and his sister went missing, he lives alone with his alcoholic mother, since Drupy's father divorced her. Although when she's not too deep in alcohol, she's fairly okay, it can get really bad soon.


Drupy Baby sound effects below for no reason but kawai-iness


 



As he grows, and grows, he constantly gets bullied, but lives with it, not knowing many of the words they say, as they're going much too smart for him. 



One day Drupy found a little tree house, somewhere near a lot of apple trees, in Sweet Appletree Acres. He went into it, and fell asleep by accident..

"So, Apple bloom, why do we need the scissors again?" Asked Scootaloo, confused. 

"We need 'em cuz' we need t'a cut the ribbon f'er the new Cutie Mark Crusaders personal p'lay area, scoots." Apple bloom answered, looking rather excited. 

"So uh, Where's Sweetie Belle?"

Apple Bloom looked at her. "Y'a do know sh' went t'a Rarity t'a find scissors also, guess sh' f'ergot that sh' brought the safety scissors t'a us."

Scootaloo nodded. "How about I go, maybe I'll get there quicker." 

Apple bloom nodded "Okay then, I'll be waitin' in the bar-" 

She was cut off as Scootaloo raced ahead, causing dust to fly into Apple Bloom's mouth, which made her cough in reply. Scootaloo started slowing down as she saw the treehouse in the distance, eventually she climbed up the staircase, and went inside, only to find Drupy laying there. 

"W-wow?! Wh-who are you?!" Scootaloo shouted in fear.

Drupy slowly woke up, and in fear backed away from scootaloo, whimpering.

"H-huh? I-it's okay, I won't hurt you!" Scootaloo whispered before taking a closer inspection on Drupy.

"W-what's your name?" She asked.

Drupy looked left and right.

"Me?" He asked, confused. Scootaloo nodded. "I am Drupy. Sorry you see me here. I don't know what went wrong. I don't know why I sleep here"

Scootaloo chuckled nervously. "It's okay, er.. what are you? A-and how old are you?"

"Me? I am tw..twul....twe....twel....twilv...twelv-twelve years old and I am.. a gwiffon type pony." He said the last sentence proudly, opening his strange wings. Scootaloo awed in amazement.

"Awesome! Can you fly?" Scootaloo asked happily.

"I.. little bit." He said, a bit embarrassed, then floated up a bit, struggling to stay up for long before landing again.

Scootaloo jumped up and down, happily. "Awesome!, well, I need to go, you probably should too, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle are a little afraid of Strange newcomers, I'm Scootaloo, if you need me come here at around 6 or 7 pm, I sleep here sometimes. Drupy nodded, and left, being happy that he made a new friend.