Nopony awoke to Scootaloo stumbling back into the alleyway, carrying a bottle of apple cider in her hoof.
"Hey there handso- UCK," Scootaloo hiccuped, "you look like a platonic mistake I- I'm gonna wake up to every single day!"
"Hey there kid," Nopony responded, "you look like absolute shit."
"Where?"
Nopony watched as Scootaloo searched herself for something.
"Where's what?" He asked.
"Where is it?"
"The absolute shit?"
"Y- HUK- eah."
Nopony pointed at the general direction of her body.
Scootaloo proceeded to pour apple cider all over herself.
"Did I ge' it?" Scootaloo wobbled.
"No."
Scootaloo fell over on her side, rolled around in the puddle on the ground, and got back up covered in mud and alcoholic liquid.
"How about now?"
"Yeah." Nopony nodded. "You got it."
"So what do you want to be when you grow up?" Scootaloo flopped on top of Nopony.
"I am grown up."
"Then why aren't you anything?"
Nopony didn't respond.
"You're like..." Scootaloo stopped, trying to not to vomit. "You're like those magical fillies, in those neighponies comics. Except you're a stallion, and not magical, and disgusting."
"Really now."
"You show up outta nowhere and suddenly we're best friends!" Scootaloo threw her bottle into the air. "You don't work, you don't have anypony looking for you, you just came out of the blue and colored up my boring life."
"Where did you get alcohol?"
"It's like... you can do whatever you want, and nopony stops you," Scootaloo continued on, "nopony cares about you, or talks to you, or messes with you... Hey! Is that why your name is Nopony Special? Because you're a special kind of nopony?
"Sure."
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
Nopony sighed.
"I don't know Scootaloo. I always wanted to explore, discover stuff, kinda like ponies you know in history books, but I lost the chance to do that long ago."
"Mmm." Scootaloo wormed her way into his hooves.
"Now I'm doing exactly what I want to do."
"Being homeless?"
"Close enough." Nopony pulled Scootaloo a little closer and lowered his head down.
"I've always wanted to sing." Scootaloo mumbled.
"Really?"
"Was pretty excited to do a musical for a school play, but everypony laughed at us..."
The two laid there quietly.
"My sister was always a better singer than me," Nopony mused, "she was better than me at most things really, but I had a way with words, and I was good at staying calm under pressure. Because of that, ponies naturally flocked to me more... I was always a little jealous of her."
Nopony looked down to see Scootaloo asleep. Adjusting her into a more comfortable position, he closed his eyes and quickly joined her.
Aww. This was a nice little venture into motivations, personality, and other things.
I think Scootaloo snitched some from Applejack. I hope she does not find out.
A little humor and a nice touching scene. I like it. Always good to toss in a little emotion from time to time other then laughter.
Keep up the good work!
These are my favorite ones, little bit of random, little bit of genuine emotion.
Nice one. I admire how you manage to put this little emotional cores inside all the silliness.
This chapter was really well done. The last scene was quite touching.
Great story. The best chapter was when scootaloo plotted to take down celestia though.
Well, shit.
That was horrible. Horribly cute. Horribly heartwarming.
God damnit. This is by far my favorite chapter now. How dare you squeeze so much feels there near the end!
Interesting
Even drunk, she don't say Nopony is Celestia
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You need to add the following lines to the end.
"And then Nopony used Scootaloo as a body pillow and discovered it was good."
Reading this story and I can't help but think of ASK KING SOMBRA tumblr blog's ending. It's still ending but it makes me think.
A story of Sombra fighting his dark magic v. Disguised Celestia with Scootaloo in a cardboard box.
They're both funny and heartwarming. FiM Fictions always end; it's par for the course while Tumblr blogs never end... they just stop. Even on a suspense note; the author quits.
Wiggles... She is making an ending Tumblrpon story. Full of fire-starting twerking and Princess Shelfs. You learn to forgive yourshelf.
This story takes care of chickens, pisses on books, and rolls a loaded die of adventure! You learn to just live life; normal or not.
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Oh, so I've been doing it completely wrong.
Alright.
That's cool.
Okay...
7351791 So have I. I like to write miles-long replies to commenters sometimes (like literally thousands of words), and to think they haven't been receiving them is driving me up the wall.
7351548 The fic that never ends.
And we'll continue reading it five-ever.
I am going to rewrite this chapter as a movie script for my continued education with or without your permission, preferably with.
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7352049 ...that got me thinking. My Little Lamby: Sing-alongs are Magic.
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IIRC, you have to post in the same chapter for the notification to be sent.
The author will receive a notification regardless because its his/her story, but if the author wants to respond to the reader, then he must go to the same chapter the comment was posted in.
I wonder if Scootaloo being able to get alcoholic beverages stems from this comic here
Either that, or its because chickens age 10 times faster than ponies...(Totally stole this joke from the comment section of the video. I REGRET NOTHING!)
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I dunno, man. I've been forcibly cuddled by sweaty, dirty drunks. It's not all its cracked up to be.
The punchline is that there is no punchline. Just some soul searching.
BURN!
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I look at it differently. First off, I'd imagine Celestia has already done various governmental and societal reforms in schools,orphanages, and the like. She is, after all, mother to every pony. She, as their Princess, would do all she could to give her little ponies every opportunity to be their best. But she is also their leader, she can't show to much favortism, and padding out programs with ones own funds can only go so far.
Scootaloo is different. She's someone Celestia knows and has spent time with, a year to be exact. She has seen, albeit, indirectly to her welfare, and has probably bent if not outright broken a few laws to do so. Scootaloo is... well, I hate to put it like this, but she is an investment, someone Celestia has a personal vested interest in.
Scootaloo's sick burn aside, that's really sweet, but the implications are really depressing. She goes around unleashing adorable chaos with her friends every day, but she considers her life boring. I'm not a psychologist, but I can tell that paints a pretty concerning and depressing picture of Scootaloo's psyche. Plus, she's a drinking minor. That helps notice things aren't alright.
: You named me, dumbass.
Well shit! Now I'm depressed.
Ooof, another swell chapter well done!
But the bigger question here is...
Where did she get the cider?
awwww