After her departure from Sugarcube Corner, Scootaloo was playing today's events in her head.
‘Why is everyone acting so strange today?’ She thought. Every pony is coincidentally busy today. But why? Then she got an idea that made her happy. ‘Fluttershy can't be busy! Right?’
With that thought in mind the young filly made her way over to Fluttershys cottage, just on the edge of the Everfree Forest. The journey is uneventful and takes about an hour to get there. But at last the filly is at Fluttershy's doorstep.
Mentally praying to herself Scootaloo knocks on the door a couple of times before waiting for an answer. After a few seconds of quietly waiting, the door finally opens just enough to show the yellow Pegasus peeking out the door with one eye.
“Um...H-Hello? Who is it?” She asks.
“Down here Fluttershy!”
Fluttershy looks toward the ground to see the smiling orange filly sitting in front of her door. Feeling a bit more brave, Fluttershy opens the door all the way and smiles down at the little Pegasus.
“Oh. Hello Scootaloo. How are you today?”
“I'm okay, just a little bummed out. I came to see if you wanted to come play with me for a little bit?”
The question throws Fluttershy off guard and causes her to start mentally panicking.
“Oh gee...uh, I would love to come play with you right now Scootaloo, but I'm...I just have sooo many animals to tend to. And plus, I mean, I'm just an old pony, I probably wouldn't be any fun to play with.”
Scootaloo looks at the adult Pegasus with confusion.
“Old? But you're only in your mid-twenties!”
“Oh you know what they say...twenty six is the new fifty and so on...but perhaps another time?”
At this the filly looked toward the dirt disappointingly.
“Okay...I guess...I'll just, see you around Fluttershy.”
As Scootaloo turns to walk away, she hears Fluttershy in the background panicking.
“Oh, I'm so sorry. Y-You're not mad at me are you?! PLEASE DONT BE MAD AT ME!!!”
The pleas remain unanswered as Scootaloo hops back onto her scooter and buzzes off.
‘No Pinkie Pie, no Rarity, no Fluttershy, no applejack. Something strange is going on. Maybe twilight has some free time.’
Clutching on what last remaining hope she has, Scootaloo made her way over to the Castle of Friendship as fast as her little wings could carry her.