About a month ago, Scootaloo asked Button a question. It was three in the morning, and Scootaloo had snuck into Button’s room to play Grand Theft Cart on his PC.
“Bang bang! That’s why you never want Button Mash to answer the scene of the crime!” Button mash exclaimed as he shot everyone involved in the robbery. He was playing a police mod and shooting anyone who commited a crime.
“Wow, Button. Overreact much?” Scootaloo said with a playful smirk.
“You know you like it,” Button responded calmly, noticing her smile.
Scootaloo noticed the Band-Aid on Button’s rump, and another on the back of his hoof. He’d gone to the doctor’s again. This was at least the fifth time that month.
“Hey, Button… Can I ask you something? And, you like, not get mad?” she asked quietly and seriously.
“Sure. What is it?” Button replied.
“Are you, like, terminally ill?” Scootaloo asked softly.
“What? What makes you ask that?” Button said in a strange tone, his ears fell flat. He promptly paused his game. He didn’t sound offended, but it was almost like there was a hint of sadness to his voice.
“Well, you keep going to the doctor’s. And you’ve been doing weird stuff lately. I don’t know that many ponies who spend all their time doing literally whatever pops in their head. Like ordering pizza at two in the morning. Or saying stuff like ‘Oh, well, everypony dies anyway.’ The other night, I woke up, and your face was covered in blood. You just shrugged it off and cleaned your muzzle. It reminds me of ponies that, like… are dying”
Button sighed, and swallowed softly. “I don’t know yet. My doctor says I most likely… Well, I do have stomach cancer. I just don’t know how bad yet. “
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Scootaloo replied as her eyes shifted downward. She shuffled a bit in place, staring at the floor.
“You can’t tell anyone. Nopony else knows. Nopony. Just me, my doctor, and you. Other ponies don’t need to know. They’ll just freak out about it,” he said. Then he was silent for several moments. “Besides, I’m ready”
Scootaloo furrowed her brow and pursed her lips, trying to grasp what that meant. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “What do you mean by… ready”
“Well, I mean, I always say 'everypony dies anyway.' Nothing matters. Everything is insignificant. So, if I know the end is near, I’m just going to bang and do drugs all day,” He smiled playfully, trying to lighten the mood. Scootaloo giggled at the thought of sex for a moment.
“I wish you wouldn’t think of it that way. I’m here for you. Whenever you need me, I’ll be here. Even if it’s just to talk,” Scootaloo offered.
“Trust me, talking doesn’t help the thoughts. Because it’s the truth. What does it matter if I die today, or if I wait? It’s going to happen eventually, and nothing I did will matter,” Button looked away and unpaused his game. The two took turns playing, and didn't mention the illness the rest of the night.
Damn buttonmash.... You fucked!
Short chapters, but good. I rarely see suicide fics that deal with a terminal illness (which is amazing because that in itself is a bit of a cliche) and I really wanna see how it all pans out.
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I do plan on finishing it soon, so everypony can see where it goes.
I'm hoping like sunday/monday to get another good chunk done.
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Sorry for the super late reply, but I'm making some decisions about that currently
Hopefully, you'll have the answer tomorrow sometime, but realistically Friday is a more feasible deadline.
Not to be a mood kill or anything, but
That was damn straight to the point.
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It was. It may seem unbelievable, but I've had an incredibly similar (if almost identical) conversation with a close friend of mine. It was shocking, to the point, and a bit blunt.
I actually wrestled with how to put in in the story. I went back and forth between it being too blunt and unbelievable for a story, but I figured that since it really went that way I could write it that way.
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Oh.
Sorry if I was... Offensive.
I haven't had an experience, but in retrospect that may be the only way some people (or ponies [damn this site]) can break the news.
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You weren't offensive at all, no worries.
I wouldn't be writing this story if I was not at least semi-okay with discussing the situation. I also understand that there are all different kinds of people/ponies with all different kinds of viewpoints. So, it's pretty difficult to offend me unless your purposefully trying really hard.
hey wheres chapter four
u wot m8
well then...