What Truly Lies Beneath The Surface...
“Your turn, Sweetie Belle!”
The unicorn dropped the dice onto the gameboard. “Ughh, snake eyes again! That’s the fourth time in a row! At this rate, I'm never gonna get my cutie mark in gambling. How come you keep winning, Scootaloo?”
The pegasus rolled her eyes and turned the other direction. "I don't know, but this game stinks! It's soooo lame. Where did you even get this?"
"Rarity got it as a gift from somepony, then gave it to me because she didn't like it. I didn't know what to do with it, so I brought it here."
Scootaloo trotted to the other side of the room and stared out the window. "I wish Rainbow Dash wasn't coming back from Canterlot so late, she's been gone on some sort of royal business for like an entire week! She'd definitely have something AWESOME for us to do like she always does."
Sweetie Belle nodded. "Yeah, and hey, speaking of royal business, did you hear the princesses's bird was stol..."
The unicorn filly was interrupted by the door to the treehouse suddenly flying open, knocking over their Craps table. Their heads shot over in the direction of the doorway, where Applebloom stood with a small wagon attached to her back.
“Look what I found out in the apple-orchard!” She motioned to her fellow crusaders to come take a look at the wagon.
Believing their friend had discovered something amazing and fun for them to play with, the fillies excitedly leaped over to the side of the wagon. However, when they gazed down at the three objects inside, their good feelings quickly disappeared.
“SHOVELS?” screeched Scootaloo.
“Yeah Applebloom, what the hay! I thought you had something cool to show us,” seethed Sweetie Belle.
Scootaloo rolled her eyes, “If you think we’re going to help you with your chores again, think again!”
“GIRLS!” Applebloom yelled at the top of her lungs, “These things here ain’t just shovels, they’re spades!”
Confused, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle looked at each other. “Spades?”
“Yeah! They’re kinda like shovels, but only a whole lot better!”
The other two crusaders remained skeptical. "How do you know they're spades and not just shovels?" asked Sweetie Belle.
Applebloom brought one of them up close to Sweetie's face, so she could read the tiny word written on the handle:
SPADE
“Why are they soooo much better than shovels?” inquired Scootaloo sarchastically.
Applebloom trotted over to the pegasus filly, a smug grin appearing on her face. She expected this.
“Well, ya see, I didn't know where they came from, and I found them just lying in the orchard out by... something I'll show ya later. ” Applebloom pointed at the spades, "But they looked kinda funny, so I took 'em to Twilight since she knows everything, and she said these things are a whole lot better than shovels, so I reckon we'll be able to move the ground quicker than.... umm.... a Diamond Dog! Think about all the new cutie mark opportunities we'll have!”
Her friends’ faces lit up. They were beginning to understand and comprehend the full spectrum of possibility with Applebloom’s discovery.
“Yeah! We could be Cutie Mark Crusader Buried Treasure-Hunters!” said Scootaloo.
“Or Cutie Mark Crusader Tunnel-Diggers!” said Sweetie Belle.
“Toooooold yaaaaa you’d like it,” retorted Applebloom.
“Yeah, I'm sorry I doubted you, Applebloom. These spades are coolest things ever! We’ll have our cutie marks in no time with these babies, the possibilities are endless!” rejoiced Scootaloo.
“It’s alright girls, what are friends for anyway?” Applebloom gazed out the window of the clubhouse, and noticed the sun going down behind the mountains in the west. “We’ll start our crusading tomorrow. For now, let’s just call ourselves the Cutie Mark Crusader... well what do ya call somepony who uses a spade?”
They thought about it for a few moments, before Sweetie Belle wailed, "A spader!"
"Of course, we'll be the Cutie Mark Crusader Spaders!"
“How about the Cutie Mark Cru-Spaders?” suggested Scootaloo.
“YEAH!” rejoiced all three at once.
"And since my big sister is out of town tonight at a fashion show in Canterlot, and Scootaloo's already staying with Applebloom tonight, we could have a big sleepover!"
"That's a great idea, Sweetie Belle! Then we could wake up at the crack a' dawn for maximum crusading... Ah mean cruspadin'!"
The three fillies giggled before exiting the clubhouse. They gleefully cantered together in the direction of the farmhouse.
…
The Cutie Mark Crusaders awoke just as Celestia’s sun was beginning to rise in the east.
“Today’s the day we're gonna earn our cutie marks!”
They ran out the door of Applebloom's room, down the stairs, and into the kitchen. Applejack and Big Macintosh sat at the table, happily chomping away at their favorite breakfast food: toast with... Zap-Apple jam? That struck Applebloom as a little odd, since the last harvest was months ago, and they finished selling and eating it all up within a few weeks. However, Applebloom didn't think much of it. She assumed Applejack or Granny Smith probably found another jar in the back of the pantry that was misplaced during harvest-time.
“Mornin’, sis!”
“Mornin’, Applebloom, mornin' girls! What are y’all doin up at the crack a’ dawn? It ain’t like ya to be up this early.”
“We woke up so we could get some extra crusading in! Scootaloo, Sweetie, and I have a whole lot to do today!”
"Yeah, were gonna earn our cutie marks for sure!" added Scootaloo.
Although she was tempted to make some toast with delicious zap-apple jam, Applebloom knew better. It was a treat, a terrible food to eat before a day of hard work. She knew Applejack was only eating it because it was Sunday, hers and Big Macintosh's day off from working in fields. Thus, Applebloom quickly sliced up some apples for herself and her friends, which they wolfed down quite fast. After finishing breakfast, they ambled over to the front door.
Applejack grinned. She was happy to see her little sister so determined to achieve something. “That’s great girls, what ideas did y'all have in mind for today?”
The three fillies pushed the front door open before turning their heads towards Applejack. “We’re gonna go spading!”
They trotted through the doorway, down the steps, and into the yard.
“Y’all have fun now!” hollered Applejack from inside. She watched the excited, giggling fillies run off in the direction of the orchard, before turning back to her breakfast.
“Spading... huh? Now what in the hay is that again... Do you know Big Macintosh?”
"Enope!"
A few minutes passed, then it hit her like a buck to the head. She remembered exactly what that meant. She dropped the piece of toast in her mouth onto the floor and rose to all fours. Applejack felt an overwhelming sense of fear and dread overcoming her senses.
She had to stop them.
Without even saying anything to Big Macintosh, Applejack galloped out the door and onto the front porch. “APPLEBLOOM!”
No response.
She ran out into the front yard, and scanned the apple trees all around. No crusaders. She galloped as fast as her legs would take her to the clubhouse on the other side of the orchard. But when she arrived, to her great chagrin, there was no sign of the fillies.
Applejack thought about continuing to search, but too much time had passed. They could be anywhere in the orchard by now. A full search of the place on hoof would take all day to organize and carry out. By then, it could be too late.
The mare began to panic. “Oh Sweet Celestia, what do I do now?” Applejack sat on her flank and looked down at ground, tired from all the galloping.
It didn’t take long for the answer to come to her, in a way she didn’t... or necessarily want to... expect. Applejack felt something wet and sticky land on her back. “What the h...” She spun her head around to notice a white, foul-smelling substance on her coat. Then she gazed up at the source.
A fairly small, not very charming red bird flapped haphazardly through the air. It circled above Applejack a few times, before heading off towards a different section of the orchard.
One of its feathers that came off during its wild flapping landed on the grass in front of Applejack. She studied it for a second, then an idea popped into her head. “Of course!”
The earth-pony ascended to her hooves and galloped off in the direction of Ponyville.
…
“Rainbow Dash! Git up ya lazy bum! This is an emergency!”
Applejack stood below a cloud in the Ponyville village square, it was fortunate she knew Rainbow Dash often liked to doze off here. It was still quite early, so the town was deserted. She looked up at the cloud, noticing a rather odd streak of white on the pegasus's tail. However, the mare did not have the time to dwell on such trivial things.
“Wha... what? Applejack?” Rainbow Dash looked over the edge of the cloud and down at Applejack. “What are you doing Applejack? It’s soooo early!” Rainbow gazed over at the sun, which had barely cleared the horizon. “Is this about the gift...”
“Would ya shut up and listen? I think my sister Applebloom and her little friends have gotten themselves into some BIG trouble! They’re somewhere in the apple orchard, and they’ll never be found on hoof with just Big Mac and I searching. I need your wings!”
“Why... what are they doing?”
“No time. Ah’ll explain on the way. C’mon, we gotta find ‘em before it’s too late!”
Without another word or hesitation, Rainbow Dash hopped off the cloud, landing next to Applejack. They took off bolting down the road towards Sweet Apple Acres.
…
“Omigosh Applejack! They’re way too young for that! And for them to do it themselves...” said Rainbow as the two mares galloped through the front gate.
“I know that ya dimwit! That’s why I need y’all to fly over all these trees and FIND them before it's TOO late!”
“Geez, Applejack, you don’t need to be so grumpy.”
They came to a halt in front of the enormous mass of apple trees.
“I know I know, and Ah’m sorry. It’s just Ah’m so concerned about ‘em. They’re so young and fragile, and they have the rest of their lives ahead of them. I don’t want them doin’ something foolish they’ll regret forever. And just imagine how Rarity... and Scootaloo’s folks would react!”
“Scootaloo doesn't even have folks, remember? I once heard from... somepony that Scoot's parents took off a few years ago she was pretty little, abondoning the poor kiddo here. Apparently they ran into some bad business or something, but nopony really knows." A proud smile appeared on Rainbow Dash's face. "It's a good thing I'm around to keep an eye on the little rascal.”
“Yeah, Ah've heard the rumors about them, and they're all a bunch of... ugh... Rainbow! That ain’t the point! What I need y’all to do is fly over the orchard and look for ‘em," Applejack turned and stared Rainbow Dash in the eye, "And quit your boasting! You may spend a lot a' time with the filly, but YOU ain't the one providing for her! It ain't exactly a slice of apple pie for me and Rarity takin' turns givin' her a place to stay.”
Rainbow Dash's smile disappeared. However, to Applejack's surprise, the cyan pegasus raised her right hoof over her head. “Don’t worry, Applejack, I’ll find them in less than ten minutes flat!”
She flapped her wings and sped off like a bolt of lightning over the tree tops. Applejack watched the pegasus soar off into the distance and out of sight, then took a sigh of relief.
Applejack rolled her eyes. “Why does she always say stuff like that?”
…
The earth-pony was astonished to see Rainbow Dash return almost instantly. Only a couple of minutes had passed.
“Applejack I found them! I was too high up to see what they were doing, but I managed to spot the kiddos underneath some dense trees!”
“Really, that fast? How far?”
“Not too far. Told you I'd find them in a jiff! They're only a few minutes gallop. Quick, follow my lead!”
Applejack galloped directly behind Rainbow Dash, who was flying low beneath the tree-branches. It wasn’t long after some weaving through the tree trunks that she noticed three small figures straight ahead. As they grew closer, Applejack was relieved to confirm the entities were, in fact, Applebloom and her friends.
They were standing in... a small hole?
…
“At this rate, we’re gonna get to that buried-treasure in no time. In fact, I think I feel something in the ground now!” said Scootaloo.
“Yeah, then we're gonna get our cutie marks in treasure-hunting for sure!” rejoiced Sweetie Belle.
“Well, It’s a good thing I happened to find this white stone X the other day, everypony knows X marks the spot!”
Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo rolled their eyes simultaneously, “We know, Applebloom. You were right, and you’re the bestest friend we could ever ask for.”
The three fillies dropped their spades whilst giggling and joined together in group hug.
“APPLEBLOOM!”
“Applejack?” Applebloom looked behind her and a saw a large orange mass for split second before it crashed into her.
Sweet Belle and Scootaloo saw the same, except a blue mass.
Before they knew what hit them, the crusaders found themselves looking up at two furious-looking mares.
“GIRLS! How could y’all even THINK about spaying yourselves?”
“Yeah, you guys are SO young! Just because you don’t wanna have foals now, doesn’t mean you won’t later. You’re making a HUGE mistake!”
“Ya also don’t know what you’re doing! Y’all could hurt yourselves or worse!”
The three fillies looked one another, they had no clue what Applejack and Rainbow Dash were talking about.
“Huh?” said the crusaders in unison.
Applejack and Rainbow Dash turn around to face the small hole behind them. There was nothing but three small spades inside. Rainbow Dash looked at Applejack, who had a pained expression on her face. Applejack, the most dependable of ponies, started to realize that she... may have screwed this all up.
“Y’all were trying to spay yourselves, right?”
The crusader's usual cheery mood disappeared. “We don’t know what y’all are talking about!” blurted Applebloom.
“Yeah, we don’t even know what that means!” screeched Scootaloo.
“We were just digging for buried treasure so we could get our cutie marks!” retorted Sweetie Belle.
“And get rich in the process.” added Scootaloo.
Applejack couldn’t fathom what she was hearing. “But y’all said in the kitchen...”
“I said I was goin’ spading with my friends! Ya know, like digging a hole with a spade? Not this weird spaying... or whatever ya just said.”
There was a short silence, then Rainbow Dash began flapping her wings. “Well, I can see this actually is a whole lotta... nothing. I’m gonna go now and try to regain my lost sleep. Thanks a lot, Applejack.” Rainbow Dash bursted up through the trees, and quickly disappeared out of sight.
Applejack looked down at the ground. “Girls, Ah’m mighty sorry about my misunderstanding here. I thought I heard Applebloom say somethin’ else, and I thought the worst.”
She was startled to see the fillies wrapping their hooves around her in a big hug.
“It’s alright, Applejack, ya did what ya felt was right. Ah’m glad to know that I have a sister who cares enough about me to do that,” consoled Applebloom.
Applejack embraced the crusaders. She was relieved they were at least alright.
After a few moments of hugging, the mare happened to look up and notice something familiar. It was the dragged, discarded white stone "X" in the trees nearby. Applejack’s heart sank again for the second time in a day.
No. they couldn’t have...
She broke the hug, and galloped back over to the hole, leaving the once again puzzled fillies behind her.
Applejack didn’t even need to dig. One step into the hole, and her hoof pushed the dirt off the top of a long, white, almost cylindrical object.
It was a bone.
“OH SWEET CELESTIA, Y’ALL... DUG UP MA AND PA!”
"WHAT?" screamed Applebloom before she galloped to look into the hole. She gasped, then galloped over to the white "X" that apparently was the cross representing her parent's gravestone .
Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle attempted to join their friend by the stone, but Scootaloo didn't get very far. Applejack placed her hooves on pegasus's back, lifted her off the ground, and swung her around. The furious mare glared directly into Scootaloo's timid eyes.
"THIS WAS YOUR IDEA! YOU'RE THE ONE ALWAYS CAUSIN' THE MOST TROUBLE!"
"Applejack, no! I would never..."
"ONLY A SICK BASTARD LIKE YOURSELF WOULD DIG UP SOMEPONY'S FINAL RESTIN' PLACE!"
Scootaloo, whose eyes were beginning to tear, gazed over at her friends, expecting them to say it wasn't true. They didn't utter a single world.
"Why, when I'm through with ya, Y'ALL ARE GONNA WISH YOU WERE WITH YOUR PARENTS UNDER..."
Expecting the worst, the pegasus closed her eyes. However, she didn't expect to feel Applejack loosen her grip, or feel herself falling and colliding with the ground below.
Scootaloo opened her eyes, and was shocked to see Applejack lying on her side, seemingly unconscious.
"APPLEJACK!" screamed Applebloom. The filly galloped to Applejack's side, placing her front hooves on her side. She shook Applejack a few times, but she wouldn't wake. "Why did she just collapse!" She looked up at Sweetie Belle, who stood right beside her. "This doesn't make one bit of sense! My folks' grave ain't nowhere near here!"
Out of nowhere, a large, magnificent yellow and bright crimson bird glided directly over their heads, depositing white goo on Scootaloo's nose. Too shocked to even notice the goo's rancid smell, Scootaloo and the others watched the bird soar through the orchard in front of them, weaving its way around the tree-trunks, until out of sight.
Whilst all this was happening, the crusaders were too flabbergasted to notice the dark clouds quickly moving in above. The wind began to pick up some speed.
Then it absolutely poured.
"What? It wasn't supposed to rain today! Rainbow Dash would've told me like she always..." Scootaloo stopped mid-sentence. She witnessed as the flat white surface of the gravestone transformed. The white color seemed to fade away, exposing two new colors, each covering about half of the stone. The utterly confused pegasus walked over to take a closer look.
Orange and purple.
Her eyes shot wide open. "Applebloom! Sweetie Belle! Are you guys seeing what I'm seeing?"
Scootaloo heard a sudden, loud WHOOSH behind her. The filly spun around and to her complete horror, saw nopony standing behind her.
"Guys? Come on... this... isn't funny!" cried the soaking wet, shaking, and terrified little filly.
BAM! A bolt of lightning struck a tree right behind her, and apples fell all around. Alarmed, Scootaloo ran full speed ahead. The torrential downpour greatly hindered her version, thus it didn't take long for Scootaloo to trip over something large and land face-first into a puddle. She quickly arose, and spun around to see Applejack still lying there, covered in mud.
"Applejack! Wake up! Something really weird is going on, and something happened to Sweetie Belle and Applebloom!"
She shook, and shook, and shook the mare, without avail. "Applejack, please, wake up!" sobbed the pegasus. She continued too shake Applejack violently, but Scootaloo couldn't help but observe the mare's unsusual stillness when she stopped to rest.
Realizing her efforts to wake Applejack futile, Scootaloo decided she needed to get help.
However, as soon as she raised her head, the filly's jaw dropped. Scootaloo stared at the hole she helped dig in front of her. Inside, the rain had washed all the dirt off the rest of the bones, revealing the two skeletons. It wasn't just the mere sight of the skeletons that overwhelmed the filly. It was gazing down at the skeletons of two pegasus ponies.
Scootaloo heard somepony, no, it seemed like two ponies chuckling behind her. Was it two?
Then just one pony.
She knew that laugh... she could trust it. It was the help Scootaloo so desperately wanted in her life.
And that's purely what she gave her...
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What do I even call this?
It was super humorous and then super creepy...
...And it was great
I'm faving this
EDIT: Ok, I reread this and it basically went from miscommunicational humor to the twilight zone and supernatural.
EDIT 2: Ok, this story is giving me the creeps... I must flee!
I dare someone to write a weirder, more bizarre fic than this.
This was really just for my own enjoyment lol, I'm probably the only person in the world who would think this is funny. I just love randomness, I basically eat it for breakfast. For those who read my stuff often, my next fic won't be this stupid, I promise.
You may find that many of the truths we cling to depend greatly on our own point of view.
My mind just exploded from all the WHAT THE FUCKS! I thought of in this story.....I'm so confused, nonetheless, it was written by you Magee so I'm 100% DOWN!
1179143 True that...I completely agree, well, that's my impressive bout of knowledge for the day.
What the...?
Can anyone here explain what happened?!
1491706 Do you agree this is the weirdest story on Fimfiction? And do you actually understand what went down here? Nothing really happened... But in theory something did lol. I feel like I did just a terrible job, however, of planting the subtle hints everywhere. Eventually to the point where it just makes no sense at all.
So.. (spoilers, I think)...
The bones they dug up were really Scootaloo's parents. Applejack collapsed from a brain aneurysm or stroke. I don't know the reason for the weird stuff or the voice. Would you mind explaining a bit for your readers? Weirdness is all well and good, but it loses its punch if the reader can't figure out the logic behind it.
THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL!
WTF just happened??
Hey, just out of curiosity, could I do a review of this story? This fits in perfectly with my underrated-story theme.
Did they just pull a huge prank on Scootaloo?
I have no idea, but that was pretty funny.
1916883 Believe it or not, there is actually an underlying point to this story. But it's extremely convoluted (maybe even too convoluted
). I'm still waiting for the day when somebody finally puts the pieces together and understands what really happened in this story lol. I may be the only to ever understand this.
Anyways, I'm glad you enjoyed it.
1916906 Is it a joke point or serious point? I SHALL FIND THIS POINT.
1916916 It's not a point exactly... it's just... this story should make sense if you read closely enough I think, idk, at least it does to me. It's not exactly 100% canon... which probably makes it a little harder to figure out haha.
Maybe I'm crazy (probably
), but this story was no joke, Otherwise I would have a comedy tag up there. It's by far the most in depth story I've written (or tried to write 
, I am more of a mindless-comedy writer lol).
If you really want to know what happened, I can PM it to you if you want.
1916938 Well, I think maybe it was her parents, but the laugh she trusted at the end makes me think it was a prank. My curiosity is rising...
You can PM me if you want to.
1916945 Alright, I actually need to read over it myself and remember exactly what went down before I send you the PM. This story is like a puzzle... so many little things you need to put together for it to kind of make sense. I don't even remember some of it lol.
What....in...the world....
Sidjsjskkaa
I am.. extremely confused.
It seems like they accidentally dug up Scoot's parents, whose spirits were possibly revived by the phoenix, and there's gotta be something with the droppings... It might be that anypony touched by phoenix droppings is marked for death..? Anyway.
The fire of the phoenix burns bright and strong, and can revive anything. But what happens if it is doused ? I would not want to even imagine what would happen to the poor ponies caught up in the path of raging, half-revived souls.
That's the feeling I get from the ending bit with the phoenix and the rain.
For all this, though, I don't have any actual answers, and I still remain confused. You wouldn't mind shedding some light on this, would you?
7178018 Lol. There is a weird underlying message to this story and I would shed some light right now, but honestly it's been so long since I've written this (in 2012) I can't even remember what that is as like I said I know it's weird and it's obviously a bit convoluted. I'm sorry I know I probably should know since I wrote the story!
Do you want me to reread this, which hopefully will jog my memory so I can tell you what this is actually about?
7178106
Yes, please ;-;
7178189 Okay, even after rereading this (and cringing at my several amateurish grammar mistakes here from my early writing days XD), I still couldn't fully remember what this was about. I remember spending a lot of time making this into a kind of shameless puzzle of a story almost four years ago, and after rereading I still couldn't remember a good portion of this.
However, earlier in these comments someone asked me to PM them what this story was really about, so I actually went way back in my PM archives and found what I sent user BronyDerp117 with a detailed explanation, the majority of which I couldn't remember at all after just reading this through again. You could say I stumped myself the author at first with this all this time later, but after rereading this explanation I remember this pretty clearly now and it does kinda make sense. It is very convoluted though, to the point where I can understand why nobody could fully decipher this really. I mean I, the person who wrote this, couldn't even understand much of it after a few years. How could an average reader? Perhaps that makes this a bad story XD.
Anyhow, I think enough time has passed for me to tell you and the rest of the world what this story is really about. Here's the copy and pasted PMs I sent the guy in October of 2012:
"173w, 25m ago
Fattymagee1 said:
Okay, so what happened...
The story is obviously about Scootaloo, I believe most people understood that.
But I don't think most people realized this story is just as much about Rainbow Dash.
The underlying themes of the story is the mystery of Scootaloo's parents, the lack of parental guidance in her life, Rainbow Dash's affection towards the filly as a daughter-like figure, and freedom in general.
The very basic synopsis of the story is Scootaloo's parents met their ends at the hands of Applejack's parents (who had since obviously passed away as well), and Applejack knows it. Rainbow Dash, who knows this as well (this is where it gets really weird, a little dark and maybe a tad uncanon) by accidentally stumbling upon Scootaloo's parent's grave, and wants to use this as a way to gain full custody of Scootaloo.
Rainbow Dash devises a plan to basically scare and remove Scootaloo from her current crappy, basically homeless, lifestyle and into her own care. She manipulates Applejack, Rarity, and the crusaders into going along with the plan. At the end, when the two ponies are laughing, it's actually just one pony, Rainbow Dash. And Celestia's bird Philomena, whom she stole and later befriended while on "Royal business" in Canterlot as part of her plan. They were chuckling because their twisted plan was a success after also swapping away and disposing of Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom. Rainbow Dash wanted Scootaloo all to herself.
Really weird and hard to believe, right? Yeah, I know. I get that a lot. You really need to use your imagination for this to make sense.
Or maybe I really am just crazy and it makes absolutely no sense haha.
Anyways, If you really want me to, I can go very in depth and basically explain to you each key piece of the puzzle that is this story in a separate PM.
Hopefully my story might make a little more sense though to you now. : )
173w, 5m ago
BronyDerp117 said:
Oh my God, that is clever as fuck xD.
*Insert clapping gif here*
172w, 6d ago
Fattymagee1 said:
Haha you get it now? Congrats! You're the first in almost 600 people to finally kinda understand it...
Just a few key points you may have missed...
Yeah, Applejack was poisoned by the "Zap-apple Jam" she got as a gift, and the bird who crapped on Applejack was Philomena without her feathers (lol), who had befriended Rainbow Dash, then at the end she appears transformed whilst Rainbow Dash makes a thunderstorm since she's a weatherpony. It was Philomena's crap that covered what was originally Applejack's parent's originally white gravestone, which Rainbow Dash had recolored Orange and Purple and covered in the bird's white crap in order to fool Applejack in a delirious poisoned state (Yeah, so weird I know lol). Rarity was taken care of when she went to the "fashion show". It was Rainbow Dash and philomena chuckling at the end in celebration of the success of their plan with the other ponies taking care of Scootaloo out of the way. All of that was hidden under the facade of the comedic play on words in "Spay" and "Spade" lol.
So yeah, overall, the story is actually pretty dark, a little bittersweet, a little comedic, and 100% random.
Glad you enjoyed it and thought it was clever. "
So you were partially right like some of other people commented here. But there's probably no way someone could get all of this without probably rereading and studying it for days to make the right inferences. It really might not make sense at all actually lol. I guess at the time I just felt like writing a very twisted and extremely convoluted story. I might even want to consider adding a dark tag to this. In fact, I think I will.
Without a doubt though, I'm pretty sure this is still one of the weirdest stories on Fimfiction to date.
Do you think I should make a blog post for my followers telling everyone that I'm finally letting them know the real story behind this bizarre fanfic? Lol...
7178346
I applaud your brilliance.
But I would like to raise a point.
The skeletons had wings. They were pegasi. Applejack's parents? That's hard to believe.
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It's assumed Rainbow Dash planted the spades and made sure Apple Bloom was the one to find it. The grave was Scootaloo's parents', but Applejack thought it was her parents' gravesite in her delirious poisoned state, but Rainbow Dash moved the gravestone to Scootaloo's parents site and covered it with Philomena's white crap to get Applejack angry at Scootaloo in order for the filly to feel more inclined to accept a new caretaker like Rainbow Dash. Rainbow Dash painted the Apple Family gravestone Orange and Purple to show her when it the white crap washed off in the rain Applejack's knowledge and lies about Scootaloo's parents' fate as well, for Applejack's parents killed Scootaloo's parents somehow and Applejack knew it all along. It's never revealed what happened to Applejack's parents or where their grave site, for its a bit irrelevant to the plot. It can be assumed that it's in a public cemetary somewhere, and Rainbow Dash could easily find it and steal it away.
Like I said, super convoluted probably to the point of absurdity. And very messed up and dark. There's like almost no way anyone could get that lol. Also keep in mind this was written between season 2 and season 3.
Speaking of dark, I'm going to actually add a dark tag to this. I'm not sure why I didn't before, because I think this definitely qualifies as dark.
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You don't have to. It's an element of darcomedic writing - unexpected dark/comedic twist. I've seen it before, and it adds loads to the story. I recommend not adding the dark tag.
I love how deep and thought-out this whole thing is.
Brilliance. Utter, complete brilliance. It's honestly amazing.
For this, I'm giving you an award I haven't handed out in a while - the Holy Muffin. I give this to stories that I find to be the most amazing, unparalleled writing I've seen on this site. And this earns it well.
Yours,
Spirit
7178622 Thank you... I'm honored, seriously
. I honestly thought you'd probably just call me crazy or something.
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Mate, you are crazy. I am, too.
I honestly believe that people that are seen as 'crazy' are only called that because they see more truth in the world than the rest of society chooses to. Frightened of this, society has branded them with a derogatory term in order to be able to pretend that it's not true.
Why do you think the most common aspect of soothsayers, oracles, and genii is that they're not all quite there?
Crazy is, in my book, a compliment.
So, yes. You're crazy. You are one of us that sees more truth than society ever will. that, my friend, is the true honor. And so, it is I that thanks you, for gifting us with a piece of your knowledge, your ability to see more than what lies on the surface.
Yours,
Spirit
7180222 Great people in history usually didn't become great by conforming, that's for sure. Crazy for sure is a subjective societal term bestowed on people displaying eccentricity. You're right, I generally like to keep things real in a society that in many instances doesn't run on common sense.
It's good to know there are other like-minded people out there like yourself.
Thanks man.