Three little fillies laid around and spread out in their clubhouse feeling very, very bored.
Apple Bloom groaned. "So...any ideas on what to do?"
"I don't know..." Scootaloo said in a dull tone.
"You know, I'm starting to think it was more exciting when we were trying to get our cutie marks... But now that we got them...it's like we instantly ran out..." Sweetie Belle said in a similar tone.
Scootaloo glared at Sweetie Belle. "Come on! Remember how scared we were of never getting our cutie marks? I mean, helping others see what's inside is what we're really meant to do! The problem is...NOPONY IS COMING TO US THESE DAYS ANYMORE!" she finished with a shout.
Knock, Knock, Knock
Immediately, the three fillies sprang into excitement with lifted expressions.
"Somepony's knocking and it ain't me!" Apple Bloom said with glee.
"Who could it be?" Sweetie Belle asked with morbid levels of curiosity.
"Open the door! Hurry!" Scootaloo urged.
Apple Bloom opened the door to see that it was none other than...
"Diamond Tiara?!" they all said astonished.
"Yes, that is my name, crusaders. What else would it be?" Diamond Tiara asked in that snarky tone that she was most known for.
"W-Well, uh, did you come to us for something? Help, maybe?" Sweetie Belle asked her.
"N-No! M-Maybe, but-no! A pony like me should not have to beg help from anypony that isn't rich!" Tiara said defensively.
"So why are you here, then? Just to talk?" Scootaloo pressed at Diamond Tiara.
The regal filly took a deep breath and sighed. "S-Sorry... I-I'm not really used to being the pony I wanted to be... Um..."
"What is going on, Diamond Tiara? You can tell us what's bothering you." Apple Bloom said as she walked closer to her.
"U-Uh...you're sure you won't change your mind?"
"Yup! We're the crusaders! We don't give in no matter what!" Apple Bloom reassured as the other members nodded in agreement.
"Okay." Diamond Tiara took a deep breath once more before letting out. "C-Can you help me with...getting back together with my mom?"
A grim silence filled the room as the genuine smiles of the crusaders gradually started to become forced grins.