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Atlas_Nebula


"You want to fly on a magic carpet to see the king of the potato people, and plead with him for your freedom, and you're telling me you're completely sane?"

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Scootaloo is like most ponies her age, minus her lack of a cutie mark, and like most ponies she has dreams. However, one night a peculiar series of events make the orange filly question her very sanity. Can she tell the difference between what is real and what is just her imagination?

Inspired by the song 'Interstellar Overdrive' by Pink Floyd

My first serious fic so constructive criticism is very much appreciated.

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Comments ( 9 )

So I listened to this song and I thought to myself
"Hm, this sounds like something from a really weird nightmare or a really bad acid trip."
Knowing Syd Barret though, it was probably a bad acid trip. :twilightoops:

This fic is also loosely based on the nightmares I had as a little kid.

good and all but now im sad.........poor Scootaloo

I really like the content of this and I gave it a thumbs up, but maybe next time you should either find a pre-reader or read the story again and again once you have it finished, there are actually many typos!

1639355 I've BEEN reading these fics of mine over and over again
AND IT SUCKS cuz apparently I still miss a few things
thanks for liking it though! :scootangel:

Okay, who ELSE thought the title was talking about skyrim?

It sounds like Scoots is having a nightmare, and I'm going to go on believing that because I find the theories of drugs and suddenly-this-house-that-I've-lived-in-for-a-long-time-is-haunted a bit far-fetched. :twilightsheepish: Other than the errors, which you are already aware of, it was an interesting read.

King Sombra and his red gak strike again! That's my theory and I'm sticking to it. :eeyup:

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