Scootaloo's been de-moralized into becoming Discord's personal pet chicken, and is extremely miserable, sad, and above all...pissed. (An "Ask" format story)
"The most terrible poverty is loneliness, and the feeling of being unloved"
At the moment, I've only got one purpose in life, and that's playing the part of a chicken. That's it.
My master keeps me in a chicken coop in the Everfree Forest. In other words, my personal tenth level of Tartarus. But, such is the life of a chicken I suppose.
Oh and to top it all off, I keep getting grilled by these weird-ass blocks of text that keep popping up everywhere.
So yeah, ask me whatever you feel like...or not. I don't give a buck.
Rated Teen for language. Sex tag for a later story arc.
This is an "Ask Format" Story, where the readers send in questions meant for either Discorded Scootaloo, or Discord himself. Send questions in the comments please. Will have a few story arcs as well.
Due to site moderation rules, questions will be kept anonymous. But those of you that get your questions answered, you know who you are.
Disclaimer: If anything Scootaloo says sounds hateful toward whoever is asking, don't take it personally. It's SCOOTALOO talking, not me. I love all of you, and she hates all of you. Simple as that.
Also, this Discord is based off of the Season 2 Discord. As in, when he was still evil.
Celestia’s bright, shining sun was just coming over Equestria’s horizon, bathing the land in its bright glory. The sun’s rays shined over the sleeping ponies’ homes, their light peering through the windows and on to their waking eyes.
This is the process of bringing about a brand new, happy day for most ponies…
All except for this one sadsack, however.
For deep in the bowels of the Everfree, sat a single, pathetic, crumbling structure. It appeared to be a poorly made and unsanitary, a few orange feathers littering the pen encircling it. And inside of the coop, lay a sleeping, grey/orange , Pegasus filly, disturbed from her slumber by the sudden sunlight coming in through the tiny, wired window of the coop.
“Mmmph. Celestia you sadistic bitch.” The filly groaned, pulling the hay she used as a blanket over her face.
This young Pegasus is Scootaloo. Apprentice of Rainbow Dash, and official member of the society of the Cutie Mark Crusaders.
…Or at least, she used to be.
All of a sudden, flash of white light exploded in Scootaloo’s tiny chamber, making her nearly hit her head on the ceiling from the sheer surprise factor of the explosion.
Once the light cleared up, in its place was an oversized, block of text, reading in big, bold, black letters-
For Scootaloo-If anypony called you chicken, what would you do to them?
Scootaloo groaned in aggravation.
“Great. These bucking things again. Look, I don’t know who’s talking to me, but if I answer this damn thing, will you just let me get back to bed? I kind of have a ton of NOTHING to do today.” Scootaloo asked nopony in particular, not receiving an answer.
After a few seconds of silence, Scootaloo’s face deadpanned.
“Fine. I’ll answer the stupid question.”
Scootaloo read the question over, and her face remained in its slightly irritated expression.
“I can’t even answer this properly. I AM a chicken. Maybe not literally, but that’s what I’ve been reduced to. It’s not like anypony sees me anymore, but if they DID call me chicken, I can’t even take offense…I LIVE IN A MOTHERBUCKING CHICKEN COOP! WHAT ELSE CAN I POSSIBLY BE?!” Scootaloo shouted, slightly tearing up.
She knelt back down, her face touching the dirty, hay covered floor of the coop, a few small tears coming from her eyes.
“Not like I have any choice in the matter. I’m the equivalent of an animal now. A PET. I even have an owner for Celestia’s sake!” Scootaloo cried.
Upon answering the question, the text disappeared, and in another flash of light, which made Scootaloo try and block it out with her hoof, another question appeared, this time reading-
For Scootaloo. Are the CMC still alive?
Scootaloo looked up and as soon as she finished reading it, she snarled and turned her head in disgust.
“You mean my so-called friends? As far as I know, they’re alive, much to my anguish. I may be far away from them now, but it’ll never be far enough. Seriously, drop the subject now while I’m docile.” Scootaloo growled, clearly angered at the mention of Applebloom and Sweetie Belle.
She looked out the window and saw the sun coming up, and her head perked up in shock.
“Oh crap! My master makes me crow every morning when the sun first comes up! I’m late!” Scootaloo exclaimed before bolting out the door to the coop, quickly climbing onto one of the fenceposts, and letting out a very loud, “Cock-a-Doodle Doo!” at the sun coming in through the Everfree Forest’s leaf-covered canopy. After doing so, she winced slightly in pain, holding a hoof to her throat.
“I-It hurts my throat s-so bad every time…O-ow.” she whimpered before going back into her coop, and perching herself on her roost.
“I can’t risk oversleeping like that. I don’t want to get whipped again.” Scootaloo said sadly to herself.
A few more tears started to flow down her cheeks, and she quietly started to sob to herself. “W-What did I do to deserve this? I-I may not be a very good pony, but why ME? This couldn’t have happened to ANYPONY else?!” She screamed
She held her face in her hooves, a few sniffles and hiccups escaping her mouth.
“D-D-Discord…If there’s any justice in this, I hope you get yours. You evil, trollish, bastard. I bucking hate you with every fiber of my being”
Discord quietly listened to the crowing of his chicken while reclining in the branches of one of the Everfree Forests many, ominous trees. He quite enjoyed watching her squirm and complain the way she did after one of her…episodes.
Discording tends to do that to ponies.
“Aaaah. The crowing of a chicken is quite the music to my ears. Most ponies find that it “disturbs the peace”. And frankly, it does.” Discord said, before snapping his talons, turning a nearby squirrel into a paddle ball covered in brown fur. He picked it up and started to smack the ball on the string causing the squirrel paddle ball to let out some tortured squeaks.
“But then again…so do I. Maybe that’s why I enjoy it so much.” Discord chuckled.
All of a sudden, one of the same flashes of light that took shape in front of Scootaloo from before revealed more questions, this time, directed at Discord.
For Discord. Are you in love with anypony not yourself or chaos? For Discord. Bronies ship you and Fluttershy…you know that right?
Discord hit the ball on the paddle-ball so hard that the string broke, causing the paddle to let out a pained cry, and the ball to fly across the forest, slam into a tree trunk, leaving a small hole in it.
"..Why? Just...why? Why would you ship me with somepony that helped IMPRISON me. Something tells me that wouldn't work out.” Discord growled.
Discord turned his head back down to his chicken's coop and heard her quietly sobbing, causing him to smirk.
"Awww, why're ya cryin' chicken? I haven't even hurt you...yet." Discord hissed.
Not long after her crying fit, Scootaloo managed to somehow get back to sleep, a few quiet sniffles escaping her nose as she snored. About an hour later though, she started to wriggle and squirm.
“…N-no…n-no…LEAVE ME ALONE!” Scootaloo yelled in her sleep before shooting up from her position in a cold sweat, breathing heavily.
“…It happened again.” She muttered, holding a hoof to her forehead.
Just then, a new question appeared before her.
Have a nightmare Scoots?
“Not that it’s any of your business, but yeah.” Scootaloo said bitterly before resting her chin on her hoof.
“It’s the same damn nightmare every time. I’m floating around in a big, purple vortex, and I hear what sounds like a foal crying. Then this big, blue, box-thing flies past me and goes deeper into the vortex before disappearing…A-And then…”
Scootaloo hesitated a moment, a few tears starting to take form in her orbs.
“…Then the crying stops and all I hear before waking up is Discord laughing…I don’t quite know what it means, but frankly, I don’t know if I want to find out.” Scootaloo sighed.
Suddenly, Scootaloo’s stomach let out a loud growl, indicating her hunger.
“Aaaand there it is. I’m starving.” She moaned.
After she said that, another question appeared.
What do you eat?
“Discord mostly feeds me dog food. Doesn’t make much sense since I’m supposed to be a chicken, not a dog, but since when does Discord make sense?”
She made her way to her food bowl, appropriately labeled “Chicken”, which seemed to already be filled up.
“It tastes horrible, but it’s all I have, and I’m not planning on starving to death.” Scootaloo said before kneeling down and taking a large amount of dog food into her mouth, wincing at the terrible taste and chewing quickly so she didn’t have to keep it in her mouth any longer than she had to.
While she was chewing, she was presented with another question.
How come no one has come looking for you?
Scootaloo recoiled for a second after reading, and then swallowing her food to speak.
“…Nopony cares that I’m gone, that’s why. I all of a sudden drop off the face of Equestria and no one even bothers to question it…was that the answer you wanted?” Scootaloo growled.
How’d ya get Discorded?
Scootaloo sighed.
“Somehow I knew you jerks were going to ask that sooner or later. Well, this is what happened. Me and my former friends, whose names I REFUSE to mention, were attempting to get our Cutie Marks in hang-gliding. Being the idiotic daredevil that I was, I went first…you know, being a Pegasus that can’t fly is rather humiliating, but for that one moment in my life, I felt…good. Being high up in the sky, feeling so free and happy…”
For a moment, some of the orange in Scootaloo’s coat started to return, and she had a small smile on her face…
…Which immediately disappeared when she continued her tale, her coat instantly turning grey again.
“And then IT happened. A big gust of wind flew in, sending my glider off course. I crash landed in the Everfree Forest where The Coop is now. That’s where Discord got to me. Don’t ask me how he escaped Canterlot; that I couldn’t tell you. Anyway, he trapped me in this coop, intending to make my life Tartarus for his sick amusement. I told him he was a lunatic, that everypony would come looking for me when they realized I was gone.” Scootaloo started to tear up before she continued.
“And so I waited. Hours turned into days, and days turned into weeks. Nopony, not even my friends, came. It was at that point that I pretty much realized nopony was coming. Discord must’ve seen that I was looking conflicted, so he showed me a vision of Ponyville through one of his cotton candy clouds. Everypony there looked as happy as ever, even the Crusaders, all looked liked they didn’t even notice I was gone.” Scootaloo started to sniffle as tears dripped from her eyes into the hay below.
“When I realized nopony was going to bother trying to find me, my coat turned grey, and I turned into what I am now…ARE YOU PROUD OF YOURSELVES?! IT’S HURTING TO MAKE ME REMEMBER ALL THIS SHIT! LOOK AT WHAT YOU’RE DOING TO ME!” Scootaloo cried before collapsing on her face into a pile of hay, hysterically crying.
Very bad time for another question, but…
For Scootaloo-Have you tried to escape the clutches of Discord yet?
Scootaloo looked back up, her eyes still wet.
“YOU THINK I HAVEN’T THOUGHT OF THAT?! IN CASE YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED, I CAN’T BUCKING FLY OUT OF HERE BECAUSE MY WINGS ARE COMPLETELY USELESS!” Scootaloo screamed.
She lay her head in her forehooves, trying to relax from her hysterics.
“Besides. Even if I COULD escape, Discord would find me anywhere I went. There’s nowhere in this universe I could go where Discord wouldn’t find me, take me back here, and beat the living horse shit, no pun intended, out of me.” Scootaloo said sounding very sour.
Another question read-
What about other universes then?
“…Okay, now you’re just bucking with me. Piss off.”
For Scootaloo. Have you thought of suicide?
“…You’re talking to a filly about suicide? What the actual buck is wrong with you?! Besides, I’m too afraid to do it anyway…I-I’m afraid.”
For Scootaloo. If you could kill everypony (not including Discord),who would you kill first,and who would you kill last?
Scootaloo perked up for a moment, and her mane shaded the area around her eyes, making her appearance look rather menacing.
Scootaloo’s mind had brought about a certain memory, something that happened a lot before she was changed, and it wasn’t pleasant.
Scootaloo grinded her teeth in her rage, and she snarled.
“If I ever get out of here…you die first.” She hissed.
Discord had been sleeping on the roof of the coop, listening to Scootaloo having her emotional breakdown, and he merely yawned in response.
“Man, does she EVER shut up? All I ever hear from her is her whining about how nopony cares or whatever. It gets old really fast.” Discord said.
Dear Discord- IF in a life & death situation, would you go out with Celestia? :D
Discord facepawed.
“What is with all the shipping questions? NONE of you object to my treatment of the chicken…I like you.” Discord said with an evil grin.
Discord then realized he hadn’t answered the question yet.
“Oh right…I don’t think you get what the term “immortal” means, so no.” Discord said.
For discord, how long has Scootaloo been your "pet"?
Discord took out a pocket-watch, which had himself pointing at the numbers with his mix-matched limbs instead of regular clock-hands.
“Hmmm, let’s see now…Wednesday, Thursday, plus a week…four months.” Discord answered.
Why you do this to Scootaloo!?
“Oh, so one of you DOESN’T like how I treat my pets? Well, allow me to answer this in the simplest way I can so your tiny, sentimental mind can understand it…It’s funny. Duh.” Discord responded.
Scootaloo just lay on the ground of floor of the coop, covered completely in hay, trying to just collect her thoughts without being interrupted.
But of course…
For Scootaloo: If you could swap bodies with either of your former friends and let her be Discord's chicken, which would you choose and why?
Scootaloo looked up from her makeshift bed, still frowning.
“You’re never going to leave me alone are you? But if I had to say anypony, it wouldn’t be either of the Crusaders. No, they’re MINE. I’d have to say if anyone deserves to be in MY position, it’d be that arrogant prick, Rainbow Dash.” She grumbled.
Scootaloo laid her head back down.
“I-I trusted her above all others. And when I’m foalnapped by the most dangerous creature in Equestria, what does she do?” Scootaloo asked nopony in particular
“…Absolutely bucking nothing. Element of Loyalty my flank.”
For Scootaloo: Please remember not to bottle up those feeling it isn't healthy. GET MAD! SHOW US YOU WAR FACE!
Scootaloo’s face scrunched up and her eyes became bloodshot.
“I’m not bottling up shit…I’M PISSED OFF BEYOND BELIEF!” She screamed.
Scootaloo let out a deep breath and wiped a bead of sweat of her forehead.
“Phew. That felt good. I need to yell more often.” She said.
For Scootaloo: Any thoughts about what'd you do when or if you get out and finish exterminating your associates (possible emphises on 'ass') what will or would you do afterwards?
Scootaloo tapped a hoof on her chin.
“Yes, emphasis on “ass”. HUGE emphasis. Anyway, this is like, completely hypothetical, considering I’m bucking trapped beyond comprehension, but I’m not really sure what I’d do. I don’t think I’d kill them right away though. No, I’d want them to suffer just as badly as I have, if not worse.” Scoots hissed.
For Scootaloo- How do you live without anything to do everyday, isn't it boring?
Scootaloo’s face deadpanned.
“…You. Have. No. Idea. How’d you like being psychologically bucked in the head, knowing all your friends have abandoned you, being forced to crow your throat out every sunrise, AND being bored out of your mind? Well I’ll give you a hint. It sucks ass.” She said.
For the chicken: If you could ask your owner for anything (except getting out of here, of course), what would it be?
“Definitely my scooter. I left the thing on the cliff before I crashed landed here, and knowing how careless and dumb the Cutie Mark crybabies are, they probably left it there too. But knowing my “Oh so caring owner” he’d probably light it on fire in front of my face.” She said, a hint of anger mixed with sadness in her voice.
Okay, Scootaloo. I've got a question for you. You can't fly. You know that, I know that, Discord knows that, everyone, everypony, everything knows that. BUT, if you could fly up, and only up, would you? Think carefully before you answer, now. I'm talking about only flying up. Not down, not left, not right, just up, not even gliding side to side. Just flying straight up, as high as you could go, then letting gravity take over. Would you fly? Would you live your dream, Scootaloo, knowing it would be that last thing you ever did?
Scootaloo’s face deadpanned again.
“…You guys really want me to kill myself don’t you? Now, if I had been asked this sometime earlier, I probably would’ve considered this. NOW though that I’ve suffered this badly because nopony came to help? I don’t think I’ll be satisfied with my life until I make all those that have left me’s lives just as shitty as mine.”
That blue box in your nightmare, Scoots, may just be your ticket out of there.
Scootaloo raised an eyebrow, looking off into space in deep thought and cocking her head to the side.
“That…somehow makes sense. I know it just may be the false hope talking, but maybe this could help me out some…possibly…It’d help if I knew what the buck it was though.”
For Scootaloo : why do you always push yourself that you say" you can’t do it you cant fly " if you try and try you could fly and get away from discord and get help.
Scootaloo looked pretty irritated now, her eyes narrowing, and her frown becoming that much stronger and profound.
“Tell you what. You try being verbally assaulted and mentally scarred on a daily basis by an evil chaos demon, THEN you come back here and tell me how your self-image is doing.” She said, lowering her head, a few tears shedding from her eyes.
“I know I’m pathetic, I don’t need to be told that. So do me a favor and stop reminding me.” She sniffled.
Scootaloo: Is there anypony you still don't hate?
Scootaloo’s grey coat darkened, and her body went rigid as her blood went cold.
“I…I…” Scootaloo mumbled before holding her head in her hooves, appearing to be in pain.
“Oh c’mon Rumble, give it back! You know I can’t fly!” Scootaloo shouted, sounding rather annoyed at the grey Pegasus sitting in a tree with her saddlebags around his lowered tail, hanging just out of her reach.
“Hehe. Not a chance Scoots. You want it, ya gotta work for it. C’mon, you can do it.” Rumble chuckled.
Scootaloo scrunched up her face and her face turned red in embarrassment.
“You think you’re so smart? Well how’s this smart guy?” Scootaloo joked, flapping her wings as hard as she could, hovering just far enough allowing her to grab Rumble’s tail in her teeth…
Unfortunately, her exhaustion got the better of her at that instant, and she fell back to the ground, Rumble tumbling down as well.
“Aggh!” Both of them shouted as they hit the ground.
Rumble had stood up first, only to see that he had landed right on top of her, their muzzles nearly inches from touching. A fierce blush had spread over both their cheeks.
“Uhh, whoops.” Rumble said nervously to the flustered Scootaloo, who had a sheepish smile on her face.
SLAM!
Scootaloo had slammed her forehead against the wooden walls of the coop, causing wood to splinter her face and blood to run from the wound, mixing with her tears.
“Just…stop.” She mumbled.
For Scootaloo: Here catch! *Tosses a doll into cage*
Before Scootaloo could scream at whoever threw something that hit her in the back of her head, she saw that a plush toy of herself had been thrown into the coop’s pen.
She trotted over to it, picked it up, and brought it back into the coop. Looking over the thing closer, she could see this thing looked pretty well made. A bit worn out, but it wasn’t in that bad of condition.
“Now where’d you come from?” she asked it. After a few moments of taking it in, she enclosed the toy in a tight embrace.
“Looks like you’re stuck with me little Scoots…huh. Has a nice ring to it. I’ll definitely be holding onto you.” She said to it, starting to sniff some of the tears back into her eyes and wiping some of the blood off her face.
Isn’t there a chance Discord made it so no one could find you, or made a duplicate of you and had it take your place?
Before Scootaloo even noticed the question, a lion’s paw reached through the window of the tiny structure and pulled it out, letting out a slight ZZZIIP.
Scootaloo perked up after hearing the sound.
“Hm? What was that?” she asked.
Discord stuck the text into his gaping maw, chewed it up and swallowed it, letting out a loud burp, which released a gas cloud that reached a nearby bird, and ended up knocking it out from the smell.
“Tsk tsk tsk. You dirty cheaters should really keep your little mouths shut about that. Don’t want to make things too easy do we?” Discord scolded.
Discord put a finger to his chin.
But…maybe I WILL tell you. I know you won’t rat me out...right?...Whatever. The truth is that I may or may not have erased everypony in Ponyville’s memories of the chicken, therefore not giving them anypony to look for. Genius isn’t it?” Discord chuckled to himself.
For Discord: Any future plans, schemes, dreams, and / or hi-jinks you care to share with us?
“At the moment, I plan on going back to the whole “Chaotic Equestria thing. But at the moment, I’m simply…biding my time. But, I needed to do SOMETHING while I wait for a good moment to strike. That’s where my little chicken comes in.”
Discord: Why don't you put Scootaloo in a chicken costume, or turn her into a chicken? That would be A LOT funnier.
Discord perked up and raised eyebrows for a moment, snapping his fingers, conjuring a notebook in his hand and writing something down.
“You really shouldn’t give me ideas, buddy.” Discord chuckled.
Discord, first of all, a congratulations. When you went after Rainbow and Fluttershy, you took away their wings. Yet you left Scootaloo hers. An excellent way to add insult to injury. Now a question. What do you plan on doing if anypony, say Twilight and her friends, manage to find Scootaloo? Might I suggest implementing some sort of cloaking spell to keep away unwanted guests, provided you don't already have some in place.
Discord clapped his hands together.
“You’re too kind. I thought it would be a tad pointless to take her wings anyway, seeing as she can’t even use the things anyway, so I figured “What the heck. Let her try all she wants, she isn’t gonna do it” As for the second part, If anypony, for some inconceivable reason came to find her, I’d probably just mess with their little heads a bit too. Maybe I could add to my collection a bit as well. Who knows, the possibilities are endless with me!” Discord boasted.
Why are you doing this to Scootaloo? Why her why not anypony else?
“She just kind of showed up in the right place at the wrong time…for her anyway. I needed entertainment, and she just fell right out of the sky. Funny how life works out that way.” Discord said.
Discord looked at his watch and yawned.
“Welp. I’ll be off to bed now. To the ol’ tree.” Discord said, appearing in a tree with a pillow and blanket and snoring loudly, rustling the leaves around him.
Scootaloo was asleep with “Little Scoots” held in her hooves, slightly snoring a bit. All of a sudden, the stillness was broken by a strange sound unknown to her ears.
Wrp, Wrp Wrp Wrp!
“Hm?” Scootaloo mumbled sitting up from her “bed” and looking to the window.
Her jaw dropped at what she saw.
For in the pen of the coop, standing quite tall, was a large, blue box with two large doors at it’s front and a siren at the top. The same box from her dream.
For Scootaloo. Is this box actually here or are you going insane?
Scootaloo continued to look on at the strange object that appeared in the coop’s small yard. For the entire time she had been Discord’s prisoner, she had had dreams centered around this thing, but seeing it before her, she didn’t really know what to think.
“…I must be losing my freaking mind. No way am I actually seeing this…but I can’t take any chances, I’m gonna take a look.” Scootaloo unhitched the lock to the coop, entering the fenced-off yard around it. She slung “Little Scootaloo” over her back as she approached the large box, cocking her head to its side as she looked at it.
“What exactly IS this thing anyway…Looks like it has doors so I might as well go in…Okay, this hopefully won’t kill me.” Scootaloo said before extending a hoof toward the doors, before being interrupted by another text-block.
Remember Scootaloo: Always knock first!
“Mmmph. Fine.” Scootaloo growled as she put her hoof in a knocking position, about to make contact with the door…when suddenly-
To Scootaloo: Before you inevitably knock on( and or open) the door to that box, keep in mind that there is likely an entity inside that has also been tortured( only psychologically, but still to an extreme degree) by Discord. If this is the pers-I mean pony is who I think it is, than be careful he may be your savior, or he more likely will just tell you to leave but, there is still a very slim chance at him helping you( also, keep in mind you might not like what you're escaping to).
“Look buddy, I don’t know what YOU would do in this situation, but I’m at the point where I say ANYTHING is better than this. As for whoever owns this thing, I’m pretty sure if Discord was screwing somepony else in the head, I’d know about it. And I can say without a shadow of a doubt that there is NO WAY they could be worse off than me.” Scootaloo said before knocking on the door and hearing some rustling and tumbling from the other side. In a nervous fit, Scootaloo looked over to the tree Discord liked to sleep in, and saw him turn over in his slumber.
‘I swear I’m gonna murder whatever is on the other side of this thing if it wakes Discord up’ Scootaloo thought to herself.
Finally, the doors swung open and Scootaloo nearly jumped at what she saw.
In front of her was a grey Pegasus stallion, much, much taller than her. His black mane had been slicked back to the back of his head. He had large bags under his eyes, looking as if he hadn’t had a decent sleep in quite a while, and his Cutie Mark appeared to be an hourglass. He also wore a black bowtie with a white collar around his neck.
The dark pony gave a slightly annoyed/intrigued stare, with a raised eyebrow.
“…Scootaloo?” he asked.
Scootaloo’s jaw hit the grassy earth.
“H-How did you…” Scootaloo slapped herself across the face.
“Okay, who the buck are you, why are you here, and what in the name of Celestia’s fat ass is this thing?” Scootaloo asked pointing at the blue box.
“I’m The Doctor, I’m here to get you out of here, and this, “In the name of Celestia’s fat ass” is my TARDIS.” The Doctor answered.
Scootaloo gave him probably the most confused look ever.
“Doctor…what?”
“The Doctor”
“Yeah I heard you the first time, but what’s your full name?”
“Just, The Doctor.”
Scootaloo was starting to grow irritated with The Doctor’s noncompliance.
“Doctor who?!” Scootaloo quietly screamed, careful not to wake up Discord in her rage.
“Exactly.” He responded.
Scootaloo facehooved.
“Fine. Don’t tell me.” She grumbled.
The Doctor looked a little angry at Scootaloo’s attitude, but kept his cool for the most part.
“Listen, we could spend the rest of the night discussing your puny, pony mind’s inability to understand my name, or you could quit being a brat and I can get you out of here.” The Doctor said, some slight aggravation in his tone of voice.
Scootaloo removed her hoof from her face and raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t know…Normally I would jump at the opportunity to escape, but I was always told shit about getting into carriages with strange stallions, and buddy, you’re about as strange as they come.” Scootaloo said.
“Would you like to continue being Discord’s bird then?” The Doctor growled.
“Wait, how’d you know abou…Oh to hoof with it, get me the buck out of here.” Scootaloo responded before trotting into the TARDIS, followed by a gasp and a rather loud “WHAT THE ACTUAL BUCK?!”
The Doctor heard the sound of Discord snoring in his tree, and shuffling in his sleep, and he shuddered.
“Repulsive.” He said to himself, looking at the monster sleeping and backing into his TARDIS, met with a wide-eyed, mouth-agape, Scootaloo. She appeared to be getting a good eyeful of the TARDIS’ large interior, and the main console in the middle of the room.
“How the- Whaza- Am I actually seeing this right now?!” She shouted.
“I kind of expected that reaction out of you. Yes, the TARDIS is much bigger on the inside. And would now be a good time to mention that you’re only seeing the main console?” He asked.
Scootaloo shook her head out of her daze and gave The Doctor a glare.
“Yeah, it’s all very impressive and everything, but I DEMAND to know how you knew I was there, and how you knew who I was.” Scootaloo growled.
The Doctor narrowed his eyes, and was most likely going to yell, before a question appeared before them.
For Whooves, Did you know Scootaloo was here, and if so how?
“Whoa, hold up. You get these things too?” she asked.
The Doctor nodded.
“Yes. A good friend of mine, Ananta, is able to get them to me. Something about trying to help me…” The Doctor trailed off for a moment, staring at a blue and gold hourglass across the room.
Scootaloo waved a hoof in front of his face.
“Uh, helloooo? Equestria to freaky-ass grey pony? Is your brain still functioning?” She asked.
The Doctor snapped out of his daze and gave Scootaloo a death glare.
“…Anyway…she had received some notifications of another “Poor and unfortunate lost soul” that needed help. Naturally, I declined. But after she showed me that it was only a child suffering this treatment, I had no choice…No matter how big of a brat you turned out to be.” He said with a bit of hostility. "And as for her name, I've dealt with a Scootaloo from another universe, and kind I of recognized her from there."
Scootaloo’s face turned into a serious deadpan.
“Well that’s all fine and dandy, but this…TARDIS thing was it? What exactly IS it?” Scootaloo asked.
The Doctor rolled his eyes.
“The entire explanation would sail right over your tiny head, so I’ll just give you the short version. Simply put, it’s a time machine.” He said.
For Discorded Whooves, Are you gonna take Scootaloo on an adventure?
The Doctor’s face deadpanned just as hard as Scootaloo’s.
“I don’t do that anymore remember? Saving the universe isn’t my problem. Besides, you would seriously expect me to let a child as inexperienced as this accompany me? No, I’m just keeping her on the TARDIS until I can figure out what to do with her. Maybe put her in a universe with someone that can get her to not act like such a colossal bitch.” The Doctor responded.
Scootaloo gave The Doctor a scowl.
“Colossal bitch huh Doctor? For your information, I’ve been mentally tortured by an evil demon for about four months. And to top of the shit sundae, all my friends didn’t even bother to show up to bail me out! How the heck would you know what it feels like to be abandoned and unwanted Doctor?!” She yelled.
“More than you know kid. Now give peace a chance and head to the guest bedroom and leave me alone. First door, down the hall, to the right.” The Doctor said, pointing a hoof to the door on the other side of the console room.
Scootaloo snorted at her “savior" and proceeded toward the door, with "Little Scootaloo" still riding on her back, but stopped when she saw something next to it. It appeared to be a picture of a stallion that resembled The Doctor, except he was a light brown and his mane in a darker shade of brown, and wearing a different tie than this Doctor. Another thing to note is that this stallion looked a lot happier as he appeared to be holding a grey, cross-eyed Pegasus mare on the shoulder.
“Hold on…I recognize this mare from somewhere…Derpy wasn’t it?” Scootaloo asked.
From across the room, The Doctor’s body went completely rigid, and his eyes narrowed in anger. He even appeared to start grinding his teeth.
Another text block appeared in front of Scootaloo.
To Scootaloo: Remember that thing about him being psychologically tortured by Discord, and that you should be careful? Do you seriously think that Discord, an egomaniacal god of chaos with a short attention span, would just have you as a plaything for months? Listen, the short version of what happened between the Doctor and Derpy (call her Ditsy Doo if you want to live) is that Discord got to the Doctor and psychologically tortured him to a degree that his usual brave, eccentric nature was flipped to that of a cold-hearted coward. Ditsy Doo, who had been traveling with the Doctor in the TARDIS, was horrified at what the Doctor had become and decided to confront him about it. Words were said, blows were struck, and Ditsy left the Doctor. Now he is the horrible stallion you see before you... Before you ask we aren't going to tell you how we know this.
Scoots you know when a pony is changed by discord the go grayish? That pony used be a nice charming and a friend of derpy, but discord turned him into a cruel no nonsense coach potato, and under the influence he attacked her.. I'm not sure if she survived....
Scootaloo nervously rubbed the back of her neck.
“…Guess I should’ve figured Discord would get bored torturing only ONE pony all the time…wait, you said this guy attacked her? Do I need to call domestic violence on this one?” She said before rubbing her chin.
“And yeah, probably not a good idea to piss of The Doctor, or else he might send me back to Discord. Better try and get on his good side for my sake.” She said, before turning around and seeing the enraged state The Doctor was in, foaming in the mouth at the moment.
‘…Too late. He mad.’ She thought to herself.
To Scoots: Run. Run as fast as you can. Do not look back. If you do, you may or may not get raped. Severely. I'll watch you from a distance. You won't know it's me. Replace Twilight for a day, Sweetie Belle another. Give them the memories the need for that day. I'll help you, Scootaloo. Just trust me when I say this: Run.
‘Yeah, good idea genius. And just where do you suggest I go? Don’t you realize that no matter where I trot, Discord WILL find me, and most likely beat the living shit out of me? Nice thinking idiot.’ Scootaloo thought.
The Doctor quickly approached the filly, fully prepared to strike a blow, when…
To Doctor: Don't do anything rash, she's just a child!
The Doctor froze in mid-pullback when that question came up. He was going to ignore it and beat Scootaloo anyway, but was met with a disapproving head-shake from a blue unicorn mare from across the room. Her eyes were red, her mane and tail were blue with gold highlights, and she had a clock for a cutie mark. A very strange and defining feature about this mare was her lack of a mouth.
The look she gave him, combined with a slightly frightened Scootaloo below him, made him abandon his anger, and replaced it with only slight irritation, as well as a bit of shame.
‘…Look, I’m going to make this perfectly clear. Don’t ever…EVER…mention that name in front of me. As long as you do that, and not get on my nerves, we won’t have a problem. Got it?” He warned.
Scootaloo nervously nodded.
“Noted.” Scootaloo said before disappearing into the hall.
The Doctor sighed and sat on his haunches when Scootaloo left, and the mare trotted over and sat next to him.
“…Sorry Ananta. I let my anger get the better of me…again. I know you’re only doing this for my own good, but I just don’t know what to do with her.” He mumbled.
Ananta didn’t respond, but petted his mane, attempting to try and make The Doctor feel better.
For Doctor Whooves: Your usual response in this situation is 'run', but now she'll be running from you. How's that working out for ya?
“As you can see, not so good. Exactly the reason I can’t keep her here forever. But I also can’t send her back to her own universe. That universe’s Discord would find her in a second, and she’d be right back where she was...I’ll need a while to think this over.” The Doctor responded.
Scootaloo plopped herself onto the guest bed, and breathed a slight sigh of relief. This had been the first actual bed she had laid upon in months, and she was really enjoying it.
“Aaaaah. This beats hay by a long shot. For a complete asshole, The Doctor sure knows how to live.” Scootaloo said, setting Little Scootaloo in a sitting position next to her.
“Don’t you think Lil’ Scoots?” She asked the plush toy.
The doll wasn’t able to hold its own weight and toppled over onto its side, leaving Scootaloo with a deadpanned expression.
“…Glad you agree.” She said.
Scootaloo, if you and the doctor keep going head-to-head, all hell will break loose, you know this right?Just stay cool so you won't die
“Not a big fan of dying, so I guess I don’t have much of a choice. You know, we really aren’t all that different from each other. I’m a pathetic excuse for a Pegasus, and this guy’s a time-traveling pussy. So, I guess we’re both horrible.” She said.
Scootaloo caught sight of a mini-fridge next to the bed; curiosity overtook her and she opened it, finding that it was filled entirely with sticks of butter.
“…What? He’s a fatass too? I mean, look at all this butter!”
After hearing a loud growl come from her stomach, Scootaloo eyed the fridge for a moment.
“…Welp. Better than dog food I guess.” She said before taking out a stick of butter and putting it in her mouth. Her eyes widened the second it touched her tongue, and she shoved the entire stick in her mouth.
“Mmmph. Soooo goooood….buck cholesterol, I need MORE!” she exclaimed.’
Several dozen sticks of butter later, Scootaloo had passed out on her bed…
Scootaloo awoke floating in the same vortex she found herself in whenever she slept, and she frantically observed her surroundings.
“…Again? Why? I already know about the TARDIS, so why am I still having this dream?” She said to herself.
Scootaloo’s eyes widened in realization, and she shook her head.
“Oh crap, I’m dreaming again…” she said, before the TARDIS whooshed past her, messing up her mane from the intensity of the wind.
“Damn box…Okay, let’s see, what else happens? First there’s the TARDIS, then there’s…” Scootaloo was interrupted by the sound of an infant foal crying, but the source was nowhere to be seen.
“The crying foal again? What’s going on? If my dreams are trying to tell me something, I’ve yet to see it.” She said.
“Hehehehehe…”
All of a sudden, the crying changed into the twisted and cackling laughter of her former captor.
Discord’s laughter.
“Hehehehehe. It’s no use chicken. No matter where you run, I’ll find you. And the sooner I do, the sooner we can get back to playtime. Heehehehe.” Discord chuckled.
Scootaloo was terrified at hearing the sound of Discord’s voice, as well as the thought of being sentenced back to The Coop, and she had wrapped herself in a tiny ball.
“No. No. No…”
“NO!” Scootaloo screamed after waking up in a pool of her own sweat, and a few tears coming from her eyes. In her panic, she looked around to still find herself in the TARDIS’ guest bedroom, laying down on her bed. She looked to see Little Scootaloo sitting next to her. Scootaloo quickly picked up the doll and held it in a tight embrace, letting herself cry a little more.
The door to her bedroom opened, revealing the winged shape of The Doctor. Apparently he had heard Scootaloo yelling.
“Scootaloo, what in the bloody hell were you screaming about?” He asked.
“B-Bad dream. D-Discord’s going to find me, I just know it! H-He’s going to torture me again!” Scootaloo wailed.
“Oh don’t be ridiculous. There is nothing that can get past the TARDIS doors. Discord would never be able to find you here.” The Doctor said.
“…I-I keep having these dreams. D-Discord’s laughing at me. Taunting me until I lose my will to fight back. I just want it to stop!” Scootaloo cried.
His statements hadn’t done too much to calm down her crying fit, as she was still sniffling and a few tears were still flowing.
All of a sudden, The Doctor, looking at a creature whose worthlessness appeared to be just as bad as his own, felt something he hadn’t in quite a while since he had seen “The Truth” leading to his cowardice.
Empathy.
Doctor, we know you may not think so, but you’re a good man…er, pony. Please, try and make Scootaloo feel better. She’s just a kid; she can’t handle this kind of pain the same way you can.
The Doctor sighed and sat himself down next to the crying Scootaloo, and wrapped a foreleg around her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. He wasn’t very good at this sort of thing, but he remembered something. Something Ananta had sang to him to comfort him when he had been at a very low point in his misery.
And so quietly, he sang…
"Stars and moons and air balloons, Fluffy clouds to the horizon. I'll wrap you in rainbows, and rock you to sleep again.
Teddy bears in pink, ducks and lambs of white, Don't you cry dear I'm here now, I'll be your night light.
Stars and moons and air balloons Fluffy clouds to the horizon. I'll wrap you in rainbows, and rock you to sleep again.
Smiles to cure the frowns, twirling and tumbling in laughter. Some Day life will always be, Happily every after.
Never more will the storms come, To destroy your little world. Never more will the waters rise, til the mountains no long touch the skies.
Stars and moons and air balloons, Fluffy clouds to the horizon. I'll wrap you in rainbows, and rock you to sleep again.
I'll wrap you in rainbows, and rock you to sleep again."
The Doctor’s singing had lulled the grey filly to sleep, and after hearing some slight snoring coming from her nostrils, he trotted out of the room and quietly shut the door.
What he hadn’t expected was for Ananta to be waiting for him on the other side, staring at him with her red eyes.
“What?” he asked.
Ananta didn’t respond, but her silence somehow managed to answer for her, and The Doctor understood.
“Oh…you heard that?” he asked.
If she could, Ananta would’ve smiled as she gave The Doctor and approving nod.
The Doctor sat in his Jacuzzi, trying to figure out what the hell happened last night. Normally, he doesn’t really care about someone else’s issues, but looking at a pony that was just as broken as him, he felt obligated to help.
Not to mention he had no clue why he had sung that lullaby.
For The Doctor: Why so much Butter?
The Doctor snapped out of his state of confusion long enough to answer the question.
“Have you ever actually had butter before? It’s like heaven in the form of food! Pfft. Why so much butter; what kind of question is that?”
Doctor, does it make you feel better or worse when you recite that beautiful piece? Why?
The Doctor sighed.
“Figured this would come up sooner or later. I remembered that song from before…before I saw The Truth. Ananta helped me through a bad time in my depression by reciting it in the form of one of these text blocks. Personally, reciting it myself reminded me of…” The Doctor started to stutter before some tears started to come to his eyes.
“...I’d rather not talk about it.” He mumbled.
To The Doctor: What was the low point that the song came from?
The Doctor got out of his hot tub, grabbed a towel, and started to dry off his mane.
“The Master was controlling somebody…er, somepony (damn pony grammar) that I loved. I swore to hunt him down and shoot his brains out for what he had done to me. I took out my gun and to be frank, I was scaring Ananta to death. I must’ve looked completely soulless to her in that one moment. But when I found The Master, I hesitated, and I missed my mark. After that, I was losing it. Bad. I had gone into a fit of hysteric laughter and insanity, which only scared Ananta even more. After seeing the way she looked at me, I broke down crying, begging for her to forgive me. And that’s when she sang me that song to help calm me down. To this day I have no idea how she knew that song. That was something only…she…knew.”
For The Doctor, how did you meet Ananta?
“In short terms, Ananta is the TARDIS taking on a pony form. She was an hourglass that I had kept in here that my regenerative energy empties into every time it comes out of me. Ananta first came around when I was drunk off my ass and I opened up the heart of the TARDIS. It turns out the TARDIS didn’t like what I had become and it released an extreme amount of energy into the hourglass, and she used it to take on pony form to let her help me. Ever since then, she’s been trying to get me back on my feet…er hooves in my case.” The Doctor explained.
The Doctor plopped himself down on the couch in his living room and sighed, Ananta sitting next to him on her haunches looking at him with curious eyes.
For The Doctor: That was a beautiful song you sang to Scootaloo. I bet you Ananta is proud. You're really opening up, and that's something good for you. What do you plan to do with the little bugger? I mean, it's not safe to keep her on the TARDIS, what with Daleks and such, but there isn't really a dimension she can go to.
The Doctor looked over at Ananta, who had her eyes closed and was nodding her head as a sign that she was indeed proud of what he was doing.
“You’re right. Feels…pretty good actually. But I can’t keep her on the TARDIS forever. Not a good place to keep a filly as mind-fucked as her, and I think she’s suffered enough. And that’s part of the problem. Finding a good place to keep her safe. Sure Discord won’t be able to find her, but the world needs to be suitable for raising a filly, and with all the misery I’ve seen, that’s going to be a tough job.” he said.
To Doctor: Well, I'm not going to insult your intellect by reiterating the problem with Scootaloo to you, or ask what you are going to do since you have made it clear that you don't know, but I am going to make a suggestion. Send her to someone who will care. She obviously has issues from months of torture, and blames her friends for not helping her. She needs love and affection, but also needs to work out her rage at the world. She hasn't even mentioned her parents, what does that tell you? We don't know for sure, and I'm not a big enough douchbag to ask. All I'm saying is that she's been through a lot and needs comfort, and I'm sure that during your travels, you've met at least one person who is like that. Please, even if you haven't just... look.
The Doctor nodded in understanding. Seeing just how messed up being Discord’s prisoner had made her, he somehow felt that he could relate; what with Derpy leaving him and being alone for the most part. He didn’t want Scootaloo to suffer as badly as he had.
“You’re right. That filly is an emotional wreck. And come to think of it, I may just know a good place to send her, but I’m afraid that sending her to this particular universe could severely damage time and space…but maybe…could the Scootaloos be so differentiated that it wouldn’t affect anything? Only one way to find out I guess…”
Scootaloo yawned as she awoke from the first decent sleep she had gotten in what felt like forever. Beds were definitely an improvement over dirty hay that she had to also use as her bathroom. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked lazily around the room.
No nightmares this time Scootaloo?
“Oh my Celestia I just woke up. You guys can’t wait till maybe the afternoon to start this crap?...Uggh. Fine. No nightmare after last night’s fit. As a matter of fact the last thing I remember was something about rainbows, smiles, and teddy bears…wait a second.” Scootaloo had remembered the lullaby that The Doctor had sung her the previous night after her usual recurring nightmare. For a minute, color started to come back into her coat, and she looked like she was smiling.
Isnt there a chance Discord made it so no one could find you, or made a duplicate of you and had it take your place?
And then her greyness returned and her color had once again diminished.
“Again, too early for this shit. Honestly, I wouldn’t put it past Discord to do something like that just for the shits and giggles, but I’m absolutely positive that that isn’t the case. You know, I had thought about that too at first. I didn’t want to believe what was happening right in front of my face. But after a while, I realized that I was just in denial. None of them ever really cared. And why would they anyway? I’m pathetic.” she mumbled.
To Scootaloo: Well, it seems you are finally out of Discord’s clutches, but keep your guard up. Your dreams could either be a sign of trauma, or an omen for the future. Considering how you saw the TARDIS in your dreams it seems quite possible that you have gained the ability to see( or dream in you're case) into the future. Whether it be through exposure to chaos magic, or some type of cosmic circumstance I am unsure. Why don't you ask the Doctor about you're apparent ability to see the future, and also about the dreams themselves?
“…Maybe I should ask him about my dreams. Seems like the kind of thing The Doctor would understand. But honestly, I’m surprised Moonbutt hasn’t wormed her way into my head yet. What, am I not even worth stalking now, is that it?” Scootaloo do said.
Scootaloo kicked the covers off of her and jumped out of bed, and grabbed Little Scootaloo off of it.
“You know, you listen pretty good, but you never talk back. Only so much comfort a doll can bring I suppose.” Scootaloo said to the miniature pony toy before heading into the living room where she found The Doctor sitting on the couch with a large hourglass sitting next to him. He appeared to be talking to it before he noticed Scootaloo come in.
“Uhh Doc? You know that thing isn’t…you know…alive. Right?” Scootaloo asked.
“Sorry, but aren’t you the one that’s always talking to a doll?” The Doctor asked.
Scootaloo’s eyes rolled over to the toy sitting on its side on her back.
“Touche. Anyway, mind if I ask you something?” Scootaloo asked, making her way over to the couch and taking a seat on the other side of The Doctor.
“What? Something troubling you?” he asked.
Scootaloo, this is your brain speaking. We’ve detected an insane amount of stupid question entering into the eardrums. Do we proceed with usual procedure and launch “Smartass Remark?” Over.
Negative. Just get to the point of the conversation. Over.
“Kind of. You remember why I was crying last night don’t you?” Scootaloo asked.
“Yes yes. Something about a nightmare. Kind of hard to make out through all the panicked screaming.” The Doctor said.
“Funny. Anyway, I’ve been having that same dream for a while now. I think they might be trying to tell me something.” She said.
The Doctor raised an eyebrow.
“How? Have you seen or heard anything particularly strange?” The Doctor asked.
“It starts out with me floating in a giant, swirling vortex. And then the TARDIS flies past me. After that I hear what sounds like a foal crying. And lastly…Discord’s wicked laughter.”
Upon hearing about Scootaloo’s dream, and that his TARDIS had been seen by her before he even arrived, The Doctor was speechless.
“…That certainly is strange. My guess is that either you’re just terribly traumatized, which should really go without saying, or overexposure to Discord’s magic somehow gave you the ability to dream about the future.” The Doctor said.
“I guess that makes about as much sense as everything else that’s happened to me. First I’m the plaything of an evil Chaos deity, and now I’m in a time machine…weird.” Scootaloo said.
The Doctor got up from his seat and trotted over to the TARDIS’ main console and started to prepare it for travel.
“By the way Scootaloo, I think I might have found somewhere for you to stay while you recover. Now I’ll say some things about this universe though. A few things are going to seem slightly…different than what you were used to. You may be a little bit confused when you see what I mean.” The Doctor said.
Scootaloo looked slightly surprised. She hadn’t expected The Doctor to find somewhere for her to recover so quickly.
“Strange huh? Whatever. Just as long as I don’t have to go back to The Coop, I’m fine.” Scootaloo said.
The Doctor was just about to pull the switch, but then he thought of something.
‘Pleeease don’t send me to the Puniverse again. I don’t think my head can take any more of that.’ He thought to himself before pulling the switch…
The TARDIS had stopped rumbling and both Scootaloo and The Doctor headed for the door. When they opened it, Scootaloo didn’t seem to understand what The Doctor was talking about.
“I don’t see what the confusion was about. It’s only Ponyville.” She said.
“It is, but at the same time, it isn’t. At least, not the Ponyville YOU knew. Some ponies around her could be slightly different, and there are some you’ve never seen before in you’re life. Come with me. I know where we’re going.” The Doctor responded before trotting off with Scootaloo trailing not too far behind.
Eventually, they stopped in front of a small, average looking house, where The Doctor knocked on its door.
Both of them heard somepony on the other side yelling. “Don’t worry Sandy, I’ll get it!”
‘Hold on. That was MY voice! What the Tartarus is going on?!’ Scootaloo was internally freaking out.
But she was even less prepared for what was on the other side of the door.
Standing in front of her, appeared to be a near-perfect duplicate of herself, but with a few changes made to her appearance. She had the same orange coat, purple mane and eyes, but this Scootaloo was wearing a grey hoodie, was wearing her mane down, and had a lightning bolt hair clip in it.
It also looked like this Scootaloo had not been prepared to see the grey one, as both of them stared blankly at each other.
“…Uhhh…Who the heck are you?” the other Scootaloo asked.
“…Scootaloo.” Discorded Scootaloo responded.
The other Scootaloo looked more confused than she had before.
“Well that can’t be right, because I’M Scootaloo.” She said.
Suddenly, a brown earth pony mare came into the doorway alongside the other Scootaloo.
“Scootaloo honey, who was…Doctor? What are you doing back here?” The mare asked.
“Miss Sandy, may I come in? We need to talk.” The Doctor said.
(Notice: To avoid confusion, I’ll be referring to the two Scootaloos by their respective titles instead of calling them just “Scootaloo”. Example: Discorded Scootaloo will be referred to as Discorded Scootaloo)
“So Doctor, not that we aren’t happy to see you again, but what exactly are you doing here with…umm…whoever she is?” Sandy asked The Doctor, both of them sitting on opposite couches.
The two Scootaloos only stared at each other and occasionally mimicked the other’s movements as if they were looking in a mirror. When one made a weird face, so did the other. When one of them raised a hoof, the other Scootaloo would do the same.
After a few minutes of this, Discorded Scootaloo had had enough.
“Okay, who are you, and how did you manage to steal my body?!” She shouted.
“Look, I’m just as weirded-out as you are. I mean, I just found out that there’s TWO of me! I’m like, REALLY confused right now.” Motherly Scootaloo responded.
“YOU’RE confused?!”
The Doctor facehooved and sighed deeply.
“Could the both of you be quiet for a minute? The adults are trying to have an intelligent conversation over here.” He asked.
The Scootaloos exchanged glances and decided to just be quiet.
“You still haven’t answered my question Doctor. Who is that grey Scootaloo over there?” Sandy asked.
“Yeah, how the heck is this happening? And why is the other me grey?” Motherly Scootaloo asked.
To Motherly Scootaloo: This is probably really strange for you, but I'll give you a run down of... well, the other you. She is you from another dimension, in which you( as in other you) were younger and were still crusading for your cutie-mark( I am unsure if you were in the CMC in this universe, but I'm going to assume you were). Tragedy struck when she was trying to get her mark with hang gliding (A bit extreme, I know but she was young), but crash landed right into the lap of the egomaniacal chaos deity known as Discord. He then proceeded to torture her for months, feeding her dog-food, treating her like a chicken (with a coop and everything), mentally and physically scarring her (she's mentioned whips), and forceing her to wake him up every morning at the crack of dawn with a vicious "Cocka-Doodle-Doo". Finally after months of this, The Doctor came and rescued her to bring her into your care. Keep in mind that she has been through a lot and is very cynical at the world. Oh, and also she has most likely gained the ability to dream into the future, either through exposure to chaos magic or something else entirely, so do take her dreams very seriously.
“Well that makes my job a lot easier. That is the just of what occurred.” The Doctor said before laying eyes on both Motherly Scootaloo and Sandy.
To say they were shocked would be an understatement.
Motherly Scootaloo’s eyes were producing tears, and Sandy’s face had turned white in horror.
“That’s…horrible! Why would somepony do that to an innocent filly?!” Sandy shouted.
“Obviously, you don’t know shit about Discord. To say that he’s a major ass is only scratching the surface.” Discorded Scootaloo said with a deadpan look.
Sandy flinched after hearing Discorded Scootaloo speak so…dirty.
‘Well, she’s got quite a mouth on her.’ She thought to herself.
Discorded Scootaloo turned toward Motherly Scootaloo and gave her a sharp glare.
“…I want answers. Now. Just who are you, and why do you look like me?” Discorded Scootaloo asked. Following her demand, a small and brown Pegasus baby crawled his way over to the grey pony, hopped on her back, and started licking her ear.
The tiny colt’s actions were starting to annoy Discorded Scootaloo to the point where her left eye started twitching.
“…..Okay, what in Tartarus is this thing, and why is it trying to devour my ear?” She asked.
Motherly Scootaloo narrowed her eyes, obviously quite mad.
“That “thing” happens to be my son.” Motherly Scootaloo growled.
This resulted in a very shocked and very confused, Discorded pony blankly staring at Motherly Scootaloo.
“…What?” she said
To Scootaloo: Well... This was unexpected to say the least. I'm pretty sure you're really confused right now so I'll tell you what I can about uh... other you. From what I can tell, she is you from another dimension where you are older and well... got knocked up. I know that this is really confusing, but... just roll with it. I mean it's better than Discord, right?
“…Again…What? Exactly how old ARE you?!” Discorded Scootaloo asked.
Motherly Scootaloo’s eyes shifted to the floor, slightly embarrassed.
“…Fourteen” She mumbled.
“W-H-A-T?!” Discorded Scootaloo said for a third time. She started to breathe heavily and her eyes dilated to the size of pinpricks.
The Doctor and Sandy trotted over to Discorded Scootaloo and tried to get her to calm down.
“Scootaloo honey, I realize this is a lot to take in, but you should really try and get your act together.” Sandy said, also trying to comfort her.
“Scootaloo, relax. The more you panic, the more it could damage your personality.” The Doctor said, handing her Little Scootaloo to get her to calm down.
This started to get Scootaloo to breathe lighter breaths, and she tightly hugged the little plushie.
“Okay, okay. I’m fine now. All of this is a LOT for me to handle right now. And with all the crap I’ve been through that’s reall-WILL YOU STOP LICKING MY EAR FOR BUCK’S SAKE?!” Discorded Scootaloo screamed at the little colt on her back.
As expected, this made the infant stop immediately and start to whimper and eventually started to cry. Motherly Scootaloo quickly grabbed her son and started rocking him to get him to stop crying.
“Don’t yell at him! He didn’t do anything to you! There there Lightning, everything’s okay…” she said as she started stroking his belly.
‘…Okay, this chick is nothing like me.’ Discorded Scootaloo thought.
The Doctor had half-expected this kind of reaction from the Discorded Scootaloo, and stuck his hoof to his face in aggravation.
“You should be ashamed of yourself! Screaming at a baby like that!” Motherly Scootaloo shouted.
“Oh, I should be ashamed? Sorry, but whose the pathetic whore-chicken that got knocked-up so young here?” Discorded Scootaloo asked with an insulting tone.
Motherly Scootaloo’s mouth hung agape for a moment before she started clenching her teeth in rage.
“You’d better watch your mouth. I’m not afraid to beat myself up.” She growled.
“Hehe. Neither am I.” Discorded Scootaloo shot back.
Both of them were staring daggers at each other now; their noses were just inches apart, with Motherly Scootaloo giving the same angered glare (though it is a little difficult to look intimidating with a crying foal in your hooves), and Discorded Scootaloo wearing an evil smile.
Sandy had seen enough and immediately got in between the two.
“Stop it, both of you! Scootaloo, you need to understand that this filly has been through a lot in the last few months and is probably very scared and angry.” She said to Motherly Scootaloo.
She then turned to Discorded Scootaloo.
“But that doesn’t give you the right to insult my Scootaloo or her baby. Now could you two please go in the back and try not to kill each other while I talk to The Doctor?” She asked.
Both Scootaloos turned their backs to each other and crossed their forelegs.
“Fine” They said in unison.
Both of them looked equally surprised that they had talked at exactly the same time, implied by the widened eyes and raised eyebrows.
“Damn this is going to get confusing quick.” Discorded Scootaloo said.
After hearing another example of Discorded Scootaloo’s fluent swearing, Motherly Scootaloo covered Lightning’s ears and both ponies trotted into the back room.
Sandy sighed.
“Doctor. Am I even qualified to take care of a child like this? She’s just so…unstable.” She said.
“I do realize that I am asking a lot of you and your Scootaloo, but I would not be asking if I didn’t have full confidence in your ability. Just please, try and help her. I don’t want her to end up as bad as me.” The Doctor said, looking at the ground with a bit of a sad expression.
Sandy put a foreleg around The Doctor’s shoulder.
“We know you’re not a bad pony Doctor. After what you did to help Scootaloo and Lightning Blitz, we couldn’t ever thank you enough. So…I guess I do owe you. I suppose I can take care of this Scootaloo as well.” Sandy assured him.
The Doctor gave a warm smile, something he doesn’t normally do these days.
“Thank you Sandy. I think I should be taking my leave now, so I hope I’ll be seeing you and Scootaloo again sometime.” The Doctor said before trotting to the door, but stopping in front of it.
“Oh and by the way, that doll she carries…Yeah, don’t touch it. She’ll eat you alive if you do.” He said before exiting, which left a nervous Sandy standing in the living room.
“Oooh boy. First Scootaloo gets pregnant, and now I’m taking care of a SECOND one, who happens to actually be a lot less docile…It never ends does it?” She said to herself
Both Discorded Scootaloo and Motherly had brought Lightning Blitz into Motherly Scootaloo’s room in the back of the house. Lightning Blitz had calmed down and was crawling across the floor, making all sorts of baby noises.
While Motherly Scootaloo looked rather happy with her son, Discorded Scootaloo didn’t look like she really cared as she stared blankly at the infant Pegasus.
“You mind telling me how you got stuck with a kid at fourteen?” Discorded Scootaloo asked.
“I made some bad decisions, can we just leave it at that?” Motherly Scootaloo asked.
Discorded Scootaloo shook her head.
“How about no? I just found out that the other me already has a foal, and I kinda want the answers I’m rightfully entitled to. For instance, and I almost hate to ask, but who’s daddy?” She asked.
Motherly Scootaloo: Who's the father? And also, is there any other family to speak of?
“Are you kidding me; I literally JUST bucking asked this!” Discorded Scootaloo yelled.
“Promise to quit swearing in front of Lightning and I’ll answer whatever you ask.” Motherly Scootaloo said with a cold stare.
Discorded Scootaloo crossed her forelegs and grumbled.
“…Fine.”
Motherly Scootaloo removed her hooves from Lightning’s ears and nodded.
“Alright, but I’m getting sick of answering this same question so many times so listen good. His name is Rain Catcher, and he was my coltfriend somewhere around last year. Basically what happened was that he had made a bet with his stupid jock friends that he could score with me. He had me convinced that it would make me cooler, and so you can pretty much guess what happened next…Anyway, it turns out he got me pregnant, and when I told him, he unsurprisingly bailed out. I thought he…I thought he loved me. I guess I was just stupid and naïve for thinking that right?” Motherly Scootaloo asked with a few tears starting to surface in her eyes.
Discorded Scootaloo put up a hoof, signaling for her to stop.
“Yeah, I think we can both agree on that. But this Rain Catcher guy. What’d he look like huh?” She asked.
Motherly Scootaloo reached a hoof under her bed and took out a picture frame which held a picture depicting a blue Pegasus colt with a brown mane holding Motherly Scootaloo close to him, with a blush on her face.
Discorded Scootaloo looked quite surprised for about a second before a loud sound came from behind her.
*POMF*
The next thing Discorded Scootaloo saw was Motherly rolling around on the ground, laughing at her expense, which resulted in Discorded Scootaloo’s signature deadpan stare, only this time she was quite red in the cheeks.
“…It’s moments like this that make me wish I didn’t have these useless things.” Discorded Scootaloo grumbled, looking at her wings.
Which for some reason, were refusing to fold back down.
To Motherly Scootaloo: So, looks like Scootaloo's going to be here for a while so it'd be best to tell you some of her pet peeves. She hates stupidity with a burning passion so keep that in mind. She hates everyone she was ever friends with which involves the CMC( except for a colt named Rumble but, she speaks about him painfully, so don't ask her about it), in fact she especially hates the CMC. Why haven't you asked her about her apparent ability to dream into the future, as it was stated in a bubble previous?
“Now why on Equestria would she hate Applebloom and Sweetie Belle? As for the whole dream thing…I’m almost afraid to ask. This version of me is just so…hostile. It seems almost impossible to tell what will and won’t make her mad. And things have been kind of…” Motherly Scootaloo looked over to Discorded was still struggling with trying to keep her wings folded.
‘…Hectic. Maybe I’ll ask her when she’s in a better mood.’ She thought to herself.
“Grrrr. C’mon you useless wings! STAY! DOWN!” Discorded Scootaloo yelled.
“Shhh! Did you not notice the sleeping foal on the bed here?” Motherly Scootaloo quietly screamed, pointing to Lightning Blitz who lay asleep on her bed.
“Well sooooorry, but I’m in a bit of a bad situation here, so forgive me if I’m a little pissy.” Discorded Scootaloo said sarcastically.
Scootaloo, why are your wings so pointlessly erect at the moment...? You feeling okay?
Discorded Scootaloo that means that you like that guy, the term is wing boner
Discorded Scootaloo scowled, the red still very visible on her face.
“Oh ha ha ha. Laugh at my bucking ailment, real subtle guys. And are you actually suggesting that I don’t understand the anatomy of my own species? Yeah I’m cursing myself for it right now, but I won’t deny that I did get a little…turned on. I can kind of see why the other me had been so gullible before. The guy’s got looks, but his personality leaves much to be desired.”
To Discorded scootaloo: You gonna go beat up rain catcher now?
This question made Discorded Scootaloo chuckle evilly
“Let’s just say that if he crosses my path, he’s a dead colt trotting. May Celestia help him if I ever catch sight of him.” Discorded Scootaloo chuckled.
Motherly Scootaloo sighed.
“Look, as much as I agree that he deserves it, and I’m flattered that you’d do that on my part, but I just don’t think it’d be right to hurt him. My therapist keeps telling me that violence is never the answer.” She said.
“Pffft. Shows how much you know then. And besides, I wouldn’t be beating the shit out of him for YOUR sake. No, I just have a VERY low toleration for assholes.” Discorded Scootaloo replied.
And this resulted in a deapan from Motherly Scootaloo.
“It shows…Listen, you mind telling me what that whole, dreaming into the future thing Is all about? Sounds a little weird.” She asked.
Discorded Scootaloo shuffled uncomfortably, and she nervously frowned.
“I-I’m not really sure what’s happening with that. The Doctor says that it’s probably a result of overexposure to Chaos Magic or something. I’ve seen his TARDIS, I heard what I’m pretty sure was your kid crying, and then comes the thing that scares me the most…that evil son of a bitch’s mocking laughter. I-It scares me s-so bad. There’s almost never a night I go without having that terrible nightmare.” Discorded Scootaloo answered. Her bottom lip was starting to tremble and she hi her eyes behind her mane, though Motherly Scootaloo could still see the tears dripping onto the floor.
Though she saw Discorded Scootaloo as quite a jerk, Motherly Scootaloo did feel genuinely sorry for her, and wrapped a foreleg around her shoulder.
“Hey, it’s alright. They’re only dreams, and dreams can’t hurt you.”
“You don’t get it do you?! If everything that happens in my dreams comes true, then that means Discord will find me and take me back! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO MAKE OF THAT?! I DON’T WANT TO GO BACK!” Discorded Scootaloo yelled while still crying. This caused Lightning Blitz to shuffle in his sleep and roll over, but he didn’t wake up.
Motherly Scootaloo gently stroked her counterpart’s mane in another attempt to get her to quiet down.
“Listen to me. If what you’re telling me is true, and Discord does somehow get here, we’re not letting him take you away without a fight. Got that?” She asked.
“Pfft. Yeah sure. Flightless Pegasi versus an evil Chaos monster. Seems pretty legit. It’s nice to dream, but chickens like you and me wouldn’t last a minute against Discord.” Discorded Scootaloo said bitterly.
All of a sudden, Motherly Scootaloo’s face appeared to take a turn for the nervous side.
“Umm…yeah…flightless…” She said slowly.
Discorded Scotaloo gave a confused look.
“What’s with the dumb-face?” Discorded Scootaloo asked.
“Uh…nothing. It’s not important.” She replied. Motherly Scootaloo didn’t have the heart to tell Discorded Scootaloo that she actually was capable of flight.
Discorded Scootaloo: Seeing you and Motherly Scootaloo together makes me wonder. Just how long would Discord have kept you in that coop? Obviously, you would have grown older, and, with that, smarter. You would have grown taller and jumped the fence, or strong enough to dig under it secretly. Also, do you like how "future you" looks?
“You’re trying to apply logic to a situation involving Discord…you’re new here aren’t you? I probably would’ve been there for the rest of my life if The Doctor didn’t bail me out. And I even if I could’ve jumped the fence, or somehow gotten out, where would I go? Ponyville obviously didn’t want me around, and Discord would’ve just tracked me down anywhere else. There’s nowhere I could’ve run which wouldn’t inevitably end in me being brought back to the coop and possibly being severely punished. And outsmarting DISCORD?! Are you kidding?! I’d have to be Purple Autism on steroids to do that…Wait, how does…” She stopped midsentence and looked at Motherly Scootaloo for a moment.
“…Not entirely sure how the TARDIS works, but I’m pretty sure I’m not in the future here. Or at least not MY world’s future. Don’t know exactly where I am. As for the “other me”…Girly as shit. That’s all I can say.” Discorded Scootaloo said.
Motherly Scootaloo rolled her eyes, picked up Lightning Blitz, and headed to the door.
“Well, I may be a little girly, but I’m still awesome all the same. Feel free to take a nap or something. I’ve got to go put Lightning Blitz in his playpen where he’ll be more comfortable.” Motherly Scootaloo said before leaving and shutting the doors behind her.
“…But if I sleep…and if I dream…Celestia willing.” Discorded Scootaloo said before laying her head onto the bed’s pillow and closing her eyes.
Scootaloo awoken in what appeared to be a crumbling house engulfed in a raging inferno.
“Aaagh! What is this?! Another dream?!...Wait, I’ve seen this before…” she whispered to herself.
All of a sudden, one of the burning doors was busted down my an orange Pegasus stallion with a red mane and he collapsed onto the floor, breathing heavily.
“Scootaloo! Firefly! Come on! Get out of there!” he yelled.
Then, a pink Pegasus mare with a blue mane barreled into the burning room, followed by a much younger looking Scootaloo that still had her color.
Discorded Scootaloo just stared in horror at the realization of what she was seeing.
“No…No…Not again…” she mumbled.
“AAAAUGH!” Firefly screamed as a burning plank fell on top of her, pinning her to the floor and knocking her out.
“Firefly no!” the stallion yelled as he got up and attempted to pry the heavy wooden planks off of his wife. This resulted in a very scared looking, child Scootaloo.
“Daddy?” She mumbled with a few tears in her eyes.
“Scootaloo get out of here now!” the stallion yelled.
“B-but”
“Just go! We’ll be okay, just get out of here!” he continued to scream.
The child Scootaloo looked very afraid for her parent’s safety as she nodded and galloped to the exit.
“No, No you idiot, help him!” Discorded Scootaloo yelled as she lunged toward the figure of her struggling father, but was immediately stopped by a sudden pain in her neck. She looked down and saw that he had a collar and leash around her neck, and it was being…held onto by something.
“Hehehehe. How does it feel to be so worthless little chicken? You could’ve saved them. But alas, you chose to play the coward and turned them away. How traitorous of you.” A voice said from behind her.
Discorded Scootaloo slowly turned around to see the grasper of her leash…and the eagle talon that gripped it.
“Oh by the way, you may want to watch your head.” Discord said, pointing to the ceiling as a wooden plank came crashing down toward Discorded Scootaloo…
“AAAAAUGH!” Discorded Scootaloo screamed as she sprung up in the bed. She frantically looked around and crouched into a little ball to try and make herself feel better as she gripped Little Scootaloo in her forelegs.
“Y-You worthless bitch. Your parents could still be alive right now. You could have done SOMETHING to help. But you just ran like the little coward you are.” She told herself.
To D. Scootaloo: I hear you ran into a cockatrice once. How on earth did you survive that?
“…I don’t truly survive anything. I just have dumb luck that I don’t deserve. P-Piss off.” She said through her tears.
Motherly Scootaloo had just put her foal down to sleep and was currently in the middle of reading the latest Daring Do novel. She had taken up to reading the series after Rainbow Dash introduced her to it, and she had to say, it was some awesome stuff. Sandy was at work, and her other self was sleeping, so this had been a major pastime for her.
Of course though, she was interrupted from her leisure by a text-bubble.
“Ugggh. Always when I’m trying to- wait a second.” She stopped when she actually took the time to read it over.
To Motherly Scootaloo: Discorded Scootaloo just had a nightmare recently that definitely wasn't a one into the future, but a dream into her past. In her universe her parents were killed in a fire and she blames herself for their death, because she ran when they told her to run, and she thinks she could have saved them. She has just relived this experience through the post-traumatic stress dream which I mentioned earlier. Keep in mind that she definitely doesn't want to talk about it so when you inevitably try to get her to open up, do be subtle.
“Oh man. I knew she had some problems but…wow. I know what it’s like to lose your parents at a young age, and it’s terrible. It only gets worse if you blame yourself. I’m gonna go talk to her.” She said before closing her book and heading towards her room where Discorded Scootaloo had been sleeping.
To Motherly Scootaloo: She hates Applebloom and Sweetie Belle, because she blames them( and everyone else[ but them especially]) for not saving her from the coop. So, don't let her come in contact with them or the results... wouldn't be pretty.
“Yeah, better keep her away from them. Seeing as how angry she can get, I don’t even want to see the end results of that. I just don’t understand though. If they had been such good friends before, why wouldn’t they…no. Why would ANYONE not come looking for her if she was gone? It doesn’t add up.
Motherly Scoots: What were you like at Discorded Scootaloo's age?
“Well for starters, I wasn’t grey. I’m aware of the whole condition of “Discording” and basically, it brings out the worst in a pony. Knowing me though, I probably wasn’t too different than she was before she changed.” Motherly Scootaloo said.
“Though, we really aren’t too different right now. There are times were I’ve felt alone and betrayed like her, like when Rain Catcher left me. There’s always that part of me that’s always very bitter and sad about it, and it looks like Discord brought those feelings of loneliness out of this Scootaloo. Poor…uhh…me?” She said to herself.
Motherly Scootaloo entered her room where she found a very scared and shivering Discorded Scootaloo curled up into a ball on the floor, her eyes bloodshot and red, and her cheeks had been stained with tears.
“Umm, you okay?” Motherly Scootaloo asked.
No answer.
To D. Scootaloo: luck, huh. That must be why nopony cared enough to rescue you. Relying on luck for all your crazy trick stunts must lead to some close calls, making ponies get mad at you every time you buzzed by, especially old, elderly ones.
Motherly Scootaloo had seen the question that Discorded Scootaloo and was appalled that somepony would even consider telling such a broken filly that, and promptly punched the text block, shattering it before it disappeared from existence.
“WHY WOULD YOU EVER SAY THAT?! LOOK AT HER! SHE DOESN’T NEED TO TAKE THE BLAME FOR THIS!” Motherly Scootaloo yelled.
She then turned to Discorded Scootaloo and started patting the top of her mane.
“Don’t listen to that. What happened wasn’t your fault.” She said.
Discorded Scootaloo had finally worked up the courage to respond, though Motherly Scootaloo didn’t like what she heard.
“They’re right.” She mumbled.
“What?”
“I’m a horrible pony. I can’t fly, I was a tortured plaything for months, nopony had enough bucks to give to help me. And to top it all off, the only two ponies that actually cared are buried six feet underground. And do you know what the cruelty of it all is?”
Motherly Scootaloo knew better than to respond, but decided to wait for her to finish. She noticed pools of tears started to form around Discorded Scootaloo’s eyes.
“This could’ve been avoided. If I hadn’t been such a pathetic coward, my parents would still be alive, and I might not feel so alone!” She screamed.
Scootaloo, if this isn't too harsh, have you ever contemplated suicide...? You were so broken throughout all of Discord's 'playtime', did you ever just want to take the easy way out, and end it all? Even if you did, it shows how strong-willed you are to endure all that suffering and make it to where you are now.
Motherly Scootaloo was about to break this one too, but Discorded Scootaloo answered before she could.
“I’ve already answered this…like…twice. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought about it, but I’m way too big of a coward to do something that drastic. Stop asking me.”
To Discorded Scootaloo: Really? You blame yourself? Man, don't turn into the kind of pony that the doctor became! It isn't your fault, ok? I could tell you that fear isn't as strong as love or something, but I'd be lying. All you need to know is that Fear can be your prison. Beware.
“Don’t turn into the same pony as The Doctor? I’m sorry, but have you looked at me lately? You’re a little late. And I’m fully aware that fear is dangerous, and I’m always trapped in an eternal prison of fear. Because…I’m…terrified.” She whimpered.
Motherly Scootaloo looked down at Discorded Scootaloo with extreme concern, and quite shocked that she would say such terrible things about herself as if she accepted it as the truth.
“Listen, you are NOT worthless. You have to be one of the most awesome fillies I know to have the willpower to put up with that kind of abuse for as long as you did…Look, I know what it’s like to lose your parents; I’ve been there. I was only five when I lost my mom, and I felt so incredibly helpless. I felt like there was something I could’ve done. But the longer you blame yourself, the more it hurts. You just need to accept that everyone has to go sometime, and there’s nothing anyone can do to change that.” She said.
Discorded Scootaloo looked back up, attempting to hold in her tears and biting her bottom lip.
“…You…really think I’m awesome?” She said, with some of her color coming back to her coat.
“Wouldn’t be saying it if it weren’t true.” Motherly Scootaloo replied with a smirk, holding out her hoof for a hoof-bump. Discorded Scootaloo was feeling a little better, but she hadn’t fully recovered quite yet, and she flinched when Motherly Scootaloo held out her hoof.
“Oh come on, I’m not gonna bite you or anything.” Motherly Scootaloo said, rolling her eyes.
Reluctantly, Discorded Scootaloo complied to the hoof-bump, and immediately withdrew her hoof.
Well, it was something at least.
Suddenly, both Scootaloos heard the sound of Lightning Blitz awakening from his nap and crying for his mother.
To Discorded Scootaloo: Wait a second. That dream...Not the house one, the one with the TARDIS...After the TARDIS passed by, there was a crying baby...Maybe Lightning Blitz is important to helping you! Scootaloo! Befriend the baby!
Motherly Scootaloo was just about to leave the room to go check on Lightning, when Discorded Scootaloo stopped her.
“Hold up. I think you may have had to put up with enough of my crap today. I’ll take care of it.” She said.
Motherly Scootaloo wasn’t entirely sure about letting a crazy, cynical version of herself hang around her child too much, but it looked like she was trying to be sincere, so she allowed her to go ahead.
Discorded Scootaloo entered Lightning Blitz’s room with Motherly Scootaloo following her, where he was already standing up in his playpen, and with tears in his eyes.
“What’s with the water-works kid? Need something?” She asked.
As expected, Lightning didn’t answer, but only continued to cry.
And that’s when Discorded Scootaloo noticed the smell.
“Alright, why is this baby not telling me what’s wrong with it, and why does it stink?” Discorded Scootaloo asked.
Motherly Scootaloo was coming very close to bursting out laughing.
“I can already tell you’ve never had kids. Looks like Lightning’s diaper needs to be changed.” Motherly Scootaloo said.
“Whoawhoawhoa. Hold on a minute. I have hooves. How the heck am I supposed to-“ Discorded Scootaloo stopped midsentence at a terrible realization. Her eyes shifted downwards to her mouth.
‘…Oh buck no.’ She thought to herself.
Once Discorded Scootaloo had gotten done gargling about a gallon of mouthwash, she took a seat next to Motherly Scootaloo on the couch in the living room.
“Thanks for the help with Lightning. You’re actually starting to open up. That’s good for you.” Motherly Scootaloo said with a smile.
Discorded Scootaloo didn’t appear as enthusiastic however.
“Yeah sure.” She said quickly with her eye twitching.
Lightning Blitz crawled his way over to Discorded Scootaloo and noticed that some of her color was coming back. He looked back and forth between his mother and Discorded Scootaloo, obviously very confused at how there could be two of them. His small, baby brain hadn’t taken that much into account given the two’s color differences, but now his head was reeling.
“I know kid, I was confused at first too.” Discorded Scootaloo said to him.
To Discorded Scootaloo: I had an idea... What if Discord was the one who made you dream of the future purposely and you getting recaptured is a means to break your spirit? But, that would mean that he knew that the Doctor would come to save you. Now that I think about it... you did seem to escape Discord rather easily. I mean, don't you think that Discord would have noticed an extra-dimentional, time traveling blue box? He couldn't have just slept through something so chaotic! Maybe Discord wanted you to escape, so that it would break your spirit even more when he planned to capture you! It makes as much sense as anything else that's happened. But, he can't just burst through dimensions willy-nilly. He would need something to get him from one to another, a mode of transport-... Scootaloo... do you think that it's possible that Discord could have caught a ride on the TARDIS, stalked you up until now, and intends to take you back to the coop as a destroyed pony that would give up all hope of ever trying to escape again because she would think that Discord would find her anywhere, for his own, sick amusement? ... If so... Don't Panic. Try to think a way out of the situation. That is how I came to this conclusion, through thought. Think of every possible situation in your head and go over it a thousand times. Beat Discord at his own game of shadows and lies. I know how your too young for these things, but, if you truly want your freedom, you'll have to earn it through a very steep price. I know you're too young for this... but, you need to play the game; a game of secrets, deceptions, and breaking the very nature of sentient beings; to win, what's rightfully yours.
Discorded Scootaloo’s eyes dilated and she started sweating.
“Y-Yeah I g-guess that’s possible. It did seem a little too easy. He could actually be stalking me at this very moment, silently waiting for my head to crack. B-But joke’s on him now. Continuing to act like a depressed sad-sack is only giving Discord what he wants. I’m not gonna let that sick bastard beat me! And do you know why?! Because my mind is the only thing I have left!” Discorded Scootaloo shouted, her color now a lot brighter than before, almost to the point where she wasn’t grey at all.
Motherly Scootaloo smiled. Seeing a filly that had previously been terribly depressed and angry become so determined and confident all of a sudden made her feel pretty good.
To Discorded Scootaloo: Why don't you try to explore this dimention's ponyville? I'm sure there could be some interesting things to do in town. Maybe you could go to this dimension's Sugarcube Corner and get some non-butter treats?
“Wait a second…you ate butter? As in…JUST butter?” Motherly Scootaloo asked.
Discorded Scootaloo pointed an accusing hoof at her.
“Hey, in my defense, it was The Doctor’s fault. He shouldn’t keep so much of the stuff on the TARDIS and not expect me to get hooked on it.” Discorded Scootaloo said.
Motherly Scootaloo rolled her eyes.
“Whatever. You feel like heading to Sugarcube Corner?” She asked.
“In the last four months, I’ve eaten nothing but dog food and butter. What do you think?” Discorded Scootaloo jokingly asked.
“Thought so. I just need to drop off Lightning at Twilight’s and we can be on our way.” Motherly Scootaloo said, walking out the door with Lightning Blitz on her back, and Discorded Scootaloo in tow.
Unknown to them however, an unseen entity had witnessed everything that had happened in the house, the TARDIS, and even The Coop. The only one that had been with Discorded Scootaloo since her escape…
Discorded Scootaloo’s little, stuffed doll sat on the couch, completely motionless before a yellow mist surrounded the small toy and it appeared to…blink. With bright…yellow eyes.
“Hehehehehe. Only a matter of time little chicken”
Did She Seriously Get Drunk Off Chocolate Milkshakes?
Both Discorded Scootaloo and Motherly Scootaloo had spent about the last hour and a half in this universe’s Sugarcube Corner, mostly thanks to Discorded Scootaloo’s seemingly endless appetite for chocolate milkshakes, gulping them down in huge quantities as the Cakes and Pinkie Pie watched in awe.
“So Scootaloo…who’s your friend?” Mrs. Cake asked, still pretty amazed at Discorded Scootaloo’s ability to drink so fast without getting a brain-freeze.
Motherly Scootaloo froze. After all of this, she hadn’t come up with a believable identity for Discorded Scootaloo yet. She didn't even want to imagine how she would explain that she was an alternate version of herself that had been completely mind-bucked by Discord.
“She’s uhhhh…my sister! We kind of got separated during the whole adoption thing after mom died, and Sandy only managed to track her down last week.” Motherly Scootaloo said.
“Oooooo! It’s really nice to meet new friends, especially when their my friend’s sister! What’s your name? Huh-huh-huh?” Pinkie Pie asked, popping out right in front of Discorded Scootaloo’s face, nearly making her choke on her milkshake.
“Ya want to-hic!- know my-hic!-name do ya?” Discorded Scootaloo asked with her eyes crossed.
Motherly Scootaloo mentally facehoofed.
‘Did she seriously get drunk off of chocolate milkshakes?! Welp. Looks like I’m gonna have to bail her out of this one.’ She thought to herself.
“Her names ummm…Dissy.” Motherly Scootaloo said.
And she immediately kicked herself in the flank for that when she got some very confused looks from the Cakes and Pinkie.
‘Dissy?! Just because she’s Discorded?! Yeah nice one idiot.’ Motherly Scootaloo thought after coming up with something as dumb as that.
“…Well it’s nice to meet you Ms…Dissy. How far from Ponyville did you live?” Mr. Cake asked.
“Buddy, you-hic!-have no clue.” Discorded Scootaloo said in her confused, drunken state.
Pinkie Pie must have noticed her daze and laughed.
“Hehehehe! She got all tipsy from chocolate! Hahahaha!” Pinkie laughed.
Discorded Scootaloo pointed an accusing hoof at the pink mare.
“You-hic!-shut up!” Discorded Scootaloo mumbled before falling off of her chair and passing out on the floor from the brain freeze finally catching up with her.
Discorded Scootaloo awoke and found herself freefalling in a big, black void.
“Aughgghgh! What’s happening?! Is this another dream?!” She yelled. Discorded Scootaloo looked around at where she was falling. She looked up and saw the TARDIS hovering above her, and her location appeared to be full of nothingness, but in reality she had actually been able to land, flat on her stomach. She struggled fearsomely to get to her hooves.
“W-What is this?” She stuttered.
Suddenly, almost directly in front of her, a rainbow took form. It appeared to be very colorful and bright, but for some reason, Discorded Scootaloo felt…off about it.
‘Something isn’t right here. For whatever reason, this thing appears…sinister.’ She thought to herself.
All of a sudden, the rainbow appeared to be…melting. It started to drip onto the floor, but for some reason, it melted only into one color.
Red.
To Discorded Scootaloo, the liquid looked extremely thick and dark. Almost as if it was-
“I-Is t-that…BLOOD?!” She screamed as she jumped back and continued to watch the rainbow melt.
And then she heard a voice. It sounded very metallic and artificial, as if it wasn’t coming from the mouth of a pony. And it yelled.
“EXTERMINATE!”
Scootaloo was really bucking scared now. She looked back to the melting rainbow, only to see that the blood had formed words on the ground.
“Where your fears and horrors come true”
Motherly Scootaloo had gotten Discorded Scootaloo to her bed after she passed out and was watching over her as she was sleeping. She had managed to get a hold of Sandy and tell her about the situation, and she immediately came home to help.
“How long has she been out?” Sandy asked.
“About and hour or so. I told her after that fifth milkshake that she had had enough. I guess the brain freeze might have caught up to her.” Motherly Scootaloo sighed.
Discorded Scootaloo appeared to cringe and writhe in her sleep, as if she were in pain.
“Mmmph.” She mumbled.
Sandy started to nudge Discorded Scootaloo to get her to wake up.
“Scootaloo…Scootaloo are you alright?” She whispered.
That made her shoot wide awake, screaming upon being awoken from her dream.
After actually taking a second to realize that she was awake, Discorded Scootaloo let out a big sigh of relief.
“That…was a big one.” She said in between breaths.
“The nightmares again?” Motherly Scootaloo asked.
Discorded Scootaloo nodded.
“Uh-huh. And this one was worse than before. It legit scared me to death.” She said.
Sandy still looked pretty concerned.
“Are you okay? Can I get you anything?” She asked.
“You know, now that I think about it, you have any butter?” Discorded Scootaloo asked.
“…What?”
Motherly Scootaloo held up her hoof.
“Sandy, this’ll end quicker of you just give her what she wants.”
“…If you say so.” Sandy said with possibly the most confused look ever on her face as she walked out of the room.
“So, what was it this time?” Motherly Scootaloo asked.
“TARDIS, blood rainbow, exterminate. That’s the short version.” Discorded Scootaloo responded.
“Uhhh…alright? I got your toy from the living room. Want it?” Motherly Scootaloo asked, holding Little Scootaloo in her mouth in front of Discorded Scootaloo’s face.
“GIMMIE!” Discorded Scootaloo shouted before grabbing Little Scootaloo out of Motherly Scootaloo’s grasp and cradling it like a child.
“Aren’t you a little old to be playing with toys meant for foals?” Motherly Scootaloo asked.
Discorded Scootaloo deadpanned.
“Aren’t you a little young to HAVE a foal?” She retorted.
“…Good point. Look, just try to take it easy. I don’t want you getting any more messed up than you already are.” Motherly Scootaloo said before exiting the room, followed by Sandy coming back in, giving Discorded Scootaloo a stick of butter, which is when she proceeded to shove the whole thing in her mouth.
‘…This filly is stranger than I thought.’ Sandy thought.
“Well, don’t hesitate to ask if you need anything else…Dissy.” Sandy said trying to stifle a laugh.
“Shut up.” Discorded Scootaloo said with her mouth full of butter and another annoyed, deadpanned expression.
Sandy left the room, and Discorded Scootaloo was now alone with her doll.
“You know Little Scoots, they are pretty friendly and everything, but they do know how to get a rise out of me sometimes.” Discorded Scootaloo said to the doll by her side.
Discorded Scootaloo: Your starting to open more,how nice!Try to stay positive for awhile, it feels good to be happy! Just keep the bad things off your mind ok?
“It’s a work in progress. I’m pretty glad that I’m not COMPLETELY miserable anymore. Just kinda bummed now.”
Hey Scoots, I suggest you take a good look at your little toy. Something seems off about it.
Discorded Scootaloo raised an eyebrow and her eyes shifted to the toy sitting beside her.
“…I think you need glasses. Doesn’t look strange to me.” She said.
To DS I wonder why discord let you have hope with that doll, I'd be careful around it.
“What is the matter with you guys?! Why are you bashing on Little Scoots like that? She didn’t do anything to you!”
To Discorded Scootaloo: You know, I think it's time you got a new toy. The little doll feels like a toy for four year olds...Oh, I know! Scootaloo, buy a new scooter!
“…Okay, admittedly that’s not a bad idea, but again, what do all of you have against my doll huh?” Discord asked.
Do you like ducks?
“,,,Wat? Well, That came out of freaking nowhere. Uhhh,,,I guess?” Discorded Scootaloo said before perking up and starting to cringe and wriggle.
“Ugggh. Shouldn’t have drank that many milkshakes. I need a bathroom.” Discorded Scootaloo said before getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom, leaving the doll by itself.
The yellow mist formed around it again, and this time , the doll actually stood on its hind legs and stretched out.
“Arrrrgh! Note to self, find a better vessel next time. Seriously not used to having four of these things.” Discord said holding up his plush-hooves.
“Oh and for those of you confused about that whole duck thing, THIS is what it really said.” Discord said to the readers, his purple, Scootaloo tail snapping like a finger and making the real question, which had been directed at him, appear.
To Lil' Scoots: Well, how does it feel to be predictable. I'm guessing that you saw the bubble, in which your plan was just deduced. While you did manage to add a flair of dramatic irony by becoming the one thing that Scootaloo held with sentimentality, you still followed a predicted plan. I'm no going to warn Scootaloo of the impending danger of you considering the fact that others will do it enough. I doubt that Scootaloo would even want to believe it, considering the walls of sentimentality you formed around your hiding spot. If this message even gets through, and if my theory is correct, than Scootaloo won't see this message, but a message about...hmm...ducks? Do you like ducks? ... Yeah ducks. Listen, all I want to say is that by following a logical plan aren't you acting downright... Orderly?
“And all I have to say to that is…you’re talking about logical to a guy that’s possessing a doll. I just do what is necessary, let’s just leave things off there. Acting all “doll casual” is excruciatingly painful for me, but watching the chicken’s little…episodes, is worth it…Oh and call me orderly again, and I may just need to find another pet to play with.” The Scootaloo plush-Discord said with an evil, threatening smile.
Discord then heard the toilet flush from the other room, and immediately went “Toy Mode” which consisted of staying completely motionless.
Discorded Scootaloo then entered the room and sat back on the bed, pulling her toy closer to her.
“So what now? Do I just go back to sleep and risk more nightmares, or do I just sit here and stare at the ceiling?” Discorded Scootaloo asked herself.
Discorded Scootaloo then spotted Motherly Scootaloo’s Daring Do novel sitting on the nightstand next to her bed.
“…Yeah might as well.” Discorded Scootaloo said, holding the book in her hooves and started to read…
Motherly Scootaloo had retrieved Lightning Blitz from Twilight’s and was currently watching him playing with a bouncy ball. She had to admit that taking care of children was a rewarding experience, but it was difficult as well.
And now she has to worry about not only Lightning, but the possibility of her opposite personality relapsing from the night terrors and lashing out.
‘She’s been awful quiet. Does all that pony do is sleep?!’ Motherly Scootaloo thought to herself.
To Lightning Blitz: Hey there little guy! Here, have a cookie! *A cookie somehow lands in front of Blitz*
Motherly Scootaloo smiled as she watched her son happily nomming on a cookie that seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and he seemed to be enjoying the warm and chocolaty taste of it. The sheer cuteness of the scene was enough to get Motherly Scootaloo to relax.
Why don't you keep a drawer full of butter somewhere to calm Dissy down, Motherly?
“Oh my gosh, you guys are actually going to start calling her that? Anyway, she does seem to like the stuff a LOT more than regular ponies should. And emotionally it would keep her calm, but I also don’t want my other self getting fat. Might need to get her to start watching her weight.”
To M. Scootaloo: I think Discorded Scootaloo is really warming up to you! But I agree with you, that doll she has is for little foals... why don't you get her a scooter? It will take her mind off things and you might even get to bond closer! I personally think that she will like the scooter more... maybe you could give her doll to Lightning to play with once you have confirmed my theory? :D
“That is a VERY good idea. That could be something that could get her to trust me completely. Only problem is…would she be willing to let go of that doll of hers? I’m sort of afraid that no matter how much she trusts me, that she’ll bite my hoof off if I try to get it from her…I’ll try it though.”
At that moment, Sandy entered the room after checking up on Discorded Scootaloo.
“Let me guess. She’s asleep.” Motherly Scootaloo said.
“She is. Though she appears to be a lot more peaceful than before. She had her entire body bundled up in blankets and a book over her face.” Sandy replied.
“I guess that’s expected with everything she’s gone through, but sheesh. She sleeps a ton!” Motherly said.
To Motherly Scootaloo (Sandy): Please, for the sake of every pony, just keep Scootaloo away from Rainbow Dash. No matter what's going on, or whatever may make you think otherwise, keep Scootaloo away from Rainbow Dash.
“…Rainbow Dash too? Is there anypony that she can interact with that she won’t end up trying to kill?!” Motherly shouted.
“I don’t know, she seems to like you pretty well. I think saying she hates everypony would be putting it kind of strong.” Sandy said.
“That’s because I practically AM her. She trusts herself and herself alone…well…there is one pony she still doesn’t hate, but she apparently cries whenever he’s brought up, and I don’t want her to go back to being as bad as she was when she came here.” Motherly Scootaloo said sadly.
“Don’t worry Scootaloo. She’ll open up more about it when she’s ready. She just needs time…You know maybe when she’s gotten a little more secure she could go to school with you.” Sandy suggested.
Motherly Scootaloo rubbed her chin.
“Maybe. I’ll need to find a way to keep her from Applebloom and Sweetie Belle though.” She said.
Discorded Scootaloo still lay asleep with the Daring Do novel spread across her face, snoring loudly. She was obviously sleeping a lot better than before, Lil’ Scoots laying next to her in its motionless and lifeless state…
Before the mysterious yellow mist surrounded the toy, once again causing it to spring back to life while Discorded Scootaloo remained oblivious in her sleep.
“Well well well. Sleeping soundly aren’t you chicken? Oh if only you could actually put two and two together with your future sight. If you knew what’s in store, you probably would never sleep again.” The Discord-Scootaloo toy laughed.
To lil' scoots: Your plan is great, Scootaloo expects you do do something crazy and illogical but forming sentimental walls around the doll and using that to conceal yourself is something a relatively sane person would do, therefore Scootaloo would never think of you as sane and never suspect the doll. oh and if you like what i just said then you are acting predictable and orderly, if you don't then you are downright depressing Adieu.
Discord’s face deadpanned something hard.
“So, you’re saying that if I agree with you then I’m acting orderly, but if I don’t then I’m pathetic? Well I’ve got only one thing to say to that.” Discord’s purple tail snapped it’s fur-fingers and the text bubble caught fire and evaporated into nothingness.
“Heh. Jokes on you.” Discord chuckled.
To Lil' Scoots: So you're going to go Toy Story on us all, huh? You know, I really hope Lightning Blitz finds you while Scootaloo's in the room. Because if you think that being a doll's excruciatingly painful, just wait until you become a baby's chew toy.
“Just to clarify, I meant that sitting motionless for so long is so boring that it’s wearing on my nerves, not physically, but you know. And if that little devil does manage to get his hooves on me when I’m like this, I have no reason to be afraid. He is but a foal, and I. Am. Discord! Did you get all that? I swear sometimes you guys are so simple-minded.” Discord chuckled.
Discorded Scootaloo suddenly shifted in her sleep, making Discord flinch.
‘Doll mode activated!’ Discord thought to himself as his doll body went limp and returned to normal.
Discorded Scootaloo opened her eyes, only to find that she still couldn’t see.
“…What the” Discorded Scootaloo felt around her face and saw that she had a book over her face.
“Oh. Duh” She said as she shook her head to get it off and she stood up and stretched her limbs.
“Arrrgh! Boy do I feel good! Certainly one of the best naps I’ve had yet. No bad dreams.” She said.
Discorded Scootaloo was then brought to attention that she had done almost nothing but sleep since she had escaped The Coop, and began to ponder on the subject.
“Why DO I sleep so much? Am I just that emotionally exhausted? Or did Discord put some kind of narcolepsy curse on me or something?” Discorded Scootaloo said to herself.
Discorded Scoots: I'm not hating on your doll, but just keep a close eye on it. Something just doesn't seem right about it.
Well that was typical. Right as you actually loom at the doll its normal. You can think I'm crazy all you want, but I'm telling you, something isn't right with that toy. I suggest you just keep an eye on it.
“Uuugh, this again?!...Look, if it’ll keep you all from crying in your dumb, paranoia-fueled fits, I’ll watch it alright? Happy now?”
To Discorded Scootaloo: I'll give you a rundown of what that voice from your dream most definitely was. It was almost certainly a cyborg alien that The Doctor has fought int the past. It's mission, stay with me, is to destroy all other life, because it believes that all other life is inferior to it...Yeah... I know how that sounds, but it's completely true.
“…I don’t even know the meaning of unusual anymore. I’ll take your word for it. Just hope I don’t run into one of these guys in a dark alley.”
To Discorded Scootaloo: Do you know how rainbows are made?
Discorded Scootaloo looked curiously at the bubble as if she didn’t even understand what it was saying.
“…Why the heck would you ask something like that? But just to answer, I’m pretty sure it involves something to do with unicorn’s magic and spectra or something of that nature. I don’t know, I’m not a bucking weather specialist!” She said.
To Scootaloo: Hey, I don't mean to remind you of any scary Campfire Stories or anything, but I just wanted to ask: Do you remember if there's a horror story Pegasi always told called: Rainbow Factory?
Upon reading the question, Discorded Scootaloo’s blood ran cold.
“Umm Y-yeah, I remember s-something like that. B-but it was nothing but a s-stupid rumor. I know Cloudsdale has its problems, but I don’t think even DISCORD is capable of something as horrible as what they said. I mean, rainbows made from ponies? That’s ridiculous!...right?” Discorded Scootaloo said with a nervous grin.
To Discorded Scoots: *sings* Now a rainbow's tale isn't quite as nice As the story we knew of sugar and spice But a rainbow's easy once you get to know it With the help of the magic of a Pegasus Device Let's dive deeper into rainbow philosophy Far beyond that of Cloudsdale's mythology It's easy to misjudge that floating city With it's alluring decor and social psychology But with all great things comes a great responsibility That of Cloudsdale's being weather stability How, you ask, are they up to the task To which the answer is in a simple facility In the Rainbow Factory, where your fears and horrors come true In the Rainbow Factory, where not a single soul gets through In the Rainbow Factory, where your fears and horrors come true In the Rainbow Factory, where your fears and horrors come true In the Rainbow Factory, where not a single soul gets through In the Rainbow Factory, where your fears and horrors come true In the Rainbow Factory, where not a single soul gets through
Discorded Scootaloo’s grin grew even more fake when a few tears started to shape in her eyes.
“…You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” She grumbled as she let her face fall into a frown.
If you had the ability to stop hearing these text blocks, would you do it? This may seem like a no-brainer to you, but think harder...
“…I-I don’t know. Some of you at least pretend to care, but others of you are downright cruel. I sort of have some mixed feelings. But let me ask you something for once. The whole reason you’re even around is to try and bring me back to my senses, am I right? Well, suppose that I never did any of the “awesome” things everypony says. I never had real friends, I didn’t perform any death-defying stunts, and I never had anypony to look up to. Basically, if that filly from before never existed, would any of you still even give a buck about ME? I mean, that’s all you’re here for right? To see all my…how do I put it?...badness that my former self would never show? If I was just my own pony, would you even bother with me?” Discorded Scootaloo asked.
Discorded Scootaloo got out of bed and started to head to the door.
“Well, I suppose I shouldn’t just wait around here all day getting fat. I need to take a break from the sleeping…if that even makes sense.” Discorded Scootaloo said as she went for the door. But as she passed the mirror in the room, she stopped dead in her tracks. She looked directly into the mirror and realized that the reflection she was looking at, she didn’t even recognize. She was still slightly grey, and she still looked mostly like herself, but she appeared taller and a bit more slim and curvaceous.
Somehow, she had grown to what appeared to be a teenager.
And she did the most appropriate thing to do when presented with this sight.
Discorded Scootaloo had originally planned on trying to stay out of bed, but after seeing how her body had changed all of sudden, she quickly darted back to the bed and threw the covers over herself.
“W-What in the shit happened to me?!” She screamed.
At that moment, Motherly Scootaloo entered the room, apparently hearing the yelling.
“Scootaloo, what’s with the screaming?! Are you alright?!” Motherly asked the lump under the blankets.
“N-No I’m not alright! J-Just leave me alone!” Discorded Scootaloo yelled with a very noticeable voice crack.
“C’mon. Whatever’s wrong with you, you can tell me. Just come out of there.” Motherly Scootaloo said.
“No! I’m not coming out!” she yelled with another voice crack. Motherly Scootaloo was starting to have growing suspicions when she heard Dissy’s voice changing.
“…Did something happen to your voice? It sounds kind of different.” Motherly asked.
Discorded Scootaloo sighed in defeat. There was no way she was going to stop prying unless she came out.
“…If I come out, do you promise not to laugh?” Discorded Scootaloo asked.
“I swear on my life I will NOT laugh.” Motherly insisted.
“…Alright. I’m coming out.” Discorded Scootaloo said as she crawled out from under the blankets, showing Motherly Scootaloo her teenage body. Her eyes had been bloodshot, obviously from crying, and she had an ever-present frown.
Motherly Scootaloo’s mouth fell open and she stared blankly at her other self’s new form.
“…Sandy! We’ve got a problem!” Motherly Scootaloo yelled to the other room.
Motherly Scootaloo had sat Discorded Scootaloo down on the couch in the living room so she could calm down. The now-a-young-mare’s nerves were extremely shot, as she had been shaking and holding onto her hind legs in front of her.
“Scootaloo, calm down. Just tell us how this happened.” Sandy said.
“I-I don’t know! I just woke up and now I’m suddenly a teenager! Why does this crap always happen to ME?!” Discorded Scootaloo wailed.
“Look, I can see that this is kind of a shock for you, but is this really that bad? I mean, you look pretty cute at this age.” Motherly Scootaloo reassured.
“No I’m not! I’m worse than before! Not only am I completely useless, now I’m a freak!” Discorded Scootaloo cried while constantly shaking her head.
“Freak? Scootaloo, have you actually taken a minute to get a good look at yourself? You look really pretty. Take a look in the mirror.” Sandy said, pulling Discorded Scootaloo up and setting her in front of a full-size mirror. After a few seconds of looking at her new body, Discorded Scootaloo was sort of at a loss for words.
“…Uhhh. I don’t know how to feel about this. I figured I’d look sexier as a teenager but…damn.” Discorded Scootaloo said with a blush on her face.
To discorded scootaloo: Wow puberty hit you like a sack of bricks!
“…How am I supposed to interpret that?” Discorded Scootaloo asked.
To Discorded Scootaloo: I think I know how you became a teenager. You know how the Doctor is a pegasus? He was originally an Earth pony, but was changed when his body was trying to acclimate to your universe. Yours did the same, tried to acclimate to the universe, but turned you into a teenager, because this universe already has a Scootaloo, so it's trying to turn you into this dimension's Scootaloo.
“Ugggh. Time travel logic hurts my brain!” Discorded Scootaloo said as she held onto her head. And at that second, Discorded Scootaloo came to a horrifying conclusion.
“Hold on…if this dimension is trying to make me more like you…d-does t-that mean…” Discorded Scootaloo’s eyes darted frantically between Motherly Scootaloo and Lightning Blitz, who had been watching from the ground with a look of confusion and non-comprehending.
Discorded Scootaloo’s ears flung back and her pupils dilated.
“Oh Celestia help me…” Discorded Scootaloo mumbled.
Realizing what she was thinking, Motherly Scootaloo flinched.
“Don’t panic! We don’t know for sure if you’re pregnant or not!” Sandy said “Time travel may be able to do this to you but I seriously doubt it can affect you like that! There’s no need to go nuts just yet!” Motherly Scootaloo shouted.
Discorded Scootaloo had no clue what to think of the situation, and it was freaking her out on massive levels, and she was starting to tear up.
“I-I just need to get out for a while. Need to clear my head. I’ll be back in about an hour. Don’t wait up on me.” Discorded Scootaloo said as she trotted out the door before either ponies could stop her.
“It’s always something with this filly. She’s had such a hard life and then THIS drops on her. Poor girl.” Sandy sighed. Motherly nodded in quiet agreement. She was doing her best to keep her other self relaxed, but doing so would be more and more difficult given the current development.
‘…Maybe if I do something really nice for her, she could learn to act happier and open up more. Something that could get her to actually smile once in a blue moon. Get her mind off of everything that’s happened.’ Motherly Scootaloo thought.
“…Hey Sandy? How much are scooters nowadays?” Motherly Scootaloo asked.
Discorded Scootaloo had sat herself against a tree and looked emotionlessly at the sky. She wasn’t crying, she didn’t look sad or angry. Her face was just full of nothingness.
“Never thought I’d see the day that I ran out of tears…fantastic.” She said with no voice behind any of it.
To Discorded Scootaloo: When did you first start seeing us bubbles.
“…I saw these things in happier times. It’s Applebloom’s fault. She somehow caused these things to appear everywhere, and after I was captured, they imprinted on me specifically. I don’t know why, nor do I care. I just want to be left alone for a while.”
Your now a teenager Scoots, and so am I(14 years old actually). Now your in the matured state, what will you do now?
“…I don’t have all the answers.” She said, lowering her head.
Dissy, (Yeah, I called you that) I'd give up on flying if offered flight camp.. Trust me, I know. If you do have to go, then DO. NOT. FAIL. I tell you this for your own safety. Also, if you get a scooter, how bout burning the doll in a bonfire? For fun?
“Stop. Just stop with the crap about Lil’ Scoots. You’re making fools out of yourselves. Secondly, do you even know how the Pegasi system works? Anyone summoned to flight camp is required to attend or be forced into a life of quiet resentment by everypony…not that that’d be any different than now.” Discorded Scootaloo said sadly.
To Discorded Scootaloo: I think many of us if not all of us understand that you have more reason than most to hate Sweetie, Rainbow, Bloom & every pony else; but really, Scoots, you shouldn't erase the possibility that Discord toyed with their minds, making them forget you. You're in a new universe now, you can have a fresh start. Why not forgive your friends and let the wounds heal over? You'll feel better if you have somepony you know to pass the time with.
Discorded Scootaloo scowled.
“You wouldn’t know anything about that. While it is in the realm of possibility that all of this could be Discord’s fault, and I’ve come across as just a completely selfish asshole, my brain is telling me otherwise. Even before all this, nopony paid me much attention, but you wouldn’t know the pain of feeling alone and unloved would you? That kind of pain doesn’t just go away.”
To answer D. Scootaloo's question: I'll be honest with ya: A lot of people wouldn't care about you if you were another pony whom we didn't know. Me? I'd still care. Because NOPONY deserves all the things that have happening to you. And really, I think that you're already somepony we don't know anymore. You've been through so much, and I doubt the old Scootaloo is ever coming back. But I still care, and want you to be happy...no matter who you are.
To DS i wouldn't get rid of them cause i mean yea there is the occasional asshole out there but think about it if we hadn't of popped up you would still be in that accursed coop with discord constantly tormenting you but now you have friends who care about you and are trying to help heal you
“Oh yes. Thanks for answering my request. What I do have to say in response to these, is to not lose hope in your hero. You look up to that filly with all your heart, but think whatever you will about what I am now. Even then, you say that nopony deserved Discord’s torment.”
To Discorded Scotaloo: Of course we'd care! I mean, it's just in basic sentient instinct to help some who's hurt. Well... most sentient species... but we're one of them! Like it or not, you're still psycogically damaged, and we're here to help you. Not the Pegasus that was there before, but you. Look, we're just a couple of peo-ponies that want( well... most of us) to help you out. Even if the original filly some how ended up fine, but you didn't, we'd still try to help you.
“I don’t exactly know what any of you are, but you say that I am still a living being that has feelings like everypony else and doesn’t deserve what happened to me. That’s slightly reassuring.”
I would care because nopony and i mean NOPONY should be discords plaything even if we didnt know who you were we would try and help to make you happy because you ARE important never let anypony tell you differently like The Doctor once said “In 900 years of time and space, I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important” but you can let all the insults and things that hurt get you you because “Letting it get to you. You know what that’s called? Being alive. Best thing there is. Being alive right now is all that counts.”
Discorded Scootaloo remembered how The Doctor had been when she first met him. In the end, he didn’t turn out to be that bad, but he was still for the most part, a grey, cowardly, madpony in a box with a deep hatred for a former friend of his.
“…We are talking about the same Doctor right?” She asked.
To Discorded Scootaloo: I'm gonna be completely honest to you right now. If you weren't the Scootaloo from before but your own pony, I would still want to help, just not as much. But that's just it. I'd still care that some random pony was being tortured and treated like crap from a messed up Science Experiment because it's still wrong. Also, sorry if any of my questions may have made you upset...That is...if you can even tell what questions belong to one pony or another...Oh, I know! I'll leave some kinda sign-off, nickname...Thing! (That is, if that's allowed) Best a luck! -Z
To discorded scoots: well, if you were not scootaloo before then who would you be? you have the memories of the fun times you had crusading, you have the colours and the (albeit broken) personality, and your still flippin' cute! and no filly, or young mare as of recently, should have to go through such turmoil, I don't know about the rest of these text blocks but this one was, is and will be with you from the very start! (P.S. watch out for that doll, it looks dodgy!)
“...If I was still the filly I had been before, I would’ve been proud to have beings like some of you as friends…It really is too bad you’re only words” Discorded Scootaloo said with a few tears rolling from her eyes. It was all coming back to hit her. She only had two ACTUAL friends now, and one of them was just herself! She started to let out her newly formed tears and wailed continuously.
“I-I only have this world’s Scootaloo, and these bubbles to confide in. I just feel so alone and scared. And to top it all off, this universe could’ve made me pregnant! I’m not ready for that!” Discorded Scootaloo yelled.
Suddenly, she heard somepony trotting up to the tree and stop a few feet in front of her, It’s shadow looming over her.
“Hey uhh…why are you crying?” the voice said. It sounded like a colt, but it was unfamiliar to Scootaloo. She looked up and saw the last pony she had expected to see.
A light-blue Pegasus colt with a brown mane that hung in his face, and a red cap on his head. The same pony in the picture that Motherly Scootaloo had shown her.
Scoots (DS), Lets just say you happen to find somepony you hate in an alley, what would happen?
Discorded Scootaloo continued to stare blankly at the colt that stood before her, who returned the favor with his own confused expression.
“You hear me? I asked what you were crying about.” Rain Catcher said again.
It took several moments for Discorded Scootaloo’s brain to think of a reaction. Of course being the easily angered, cynical pony she was, she did the only logical thing that any other mentally tortured pony would do when faced with the asshole ex-coltfriend of an alternate version of herself.
She wiped her eyes.
Got to her hooves.
And punched him dead in the face.
Now Rain Catcher was now on the ground with a hoof holding his now bloody muzzle, and looking up at the grey filly who looked like she was going to tear him apart. Discorded Scootaloo’s usually purple eyes had now turned into a much colder grey and her coat had appeared to have turned a lot darker.
“Ow! What the buck was that for?! I didn’t even-“
“SHUT UP!” Discorded Scootaloo yelled, interrupting Rain Catcher. The volume and sheer hostility in her voice made him flinch and he was actually starting to get kind of scared.
To discorded scootaloo: You may proceed with ripping out his lungs. It'll be good for you. Get some of that anger out
To D-scootaloo: dont kill him, you can hurt him, but kill him later. It'll be more fun that way
Dissy, I want you to either A. Run or B. Attack Rainc Catcher. Depending on what you feel like doing.
To D. Scootaloo: SLAP. THAT. STALLION. SLAP HIM. Slap like there's no tomorrow
Discorded Scootaloo looked down at the cowering colt and evilly smiled.
“Finally, some advice I can use.” Discord chuckled as she smashed her hooves together, fully prepared to beat the shit out of Rain Catcher.
Rain Catcher’s ears folded back to his head. He seriously didn’t understand what was happening, who this grey filly was, or why she was trying to hurt him.
“W-What’s your problem? What did I do?” he stuttered.
“Don’t try and act all innocent you little shit. I think you know very well what you did.” Discorded Scootaloo snarled.
RC You are screwed!
To Rain Catcher: You are screwed, but not in the way you did to HER SISTER!
“S-sister? Who are we talking ab-…Oh no.” Rain Catcher didn’t believe he wasn’t able to see the resemblance between this filly and Scootaloo before. And obviously, she wasn’t happy about what Rain Catcher did to her supposed sister.
Discorded Scootaloo was about to punch him again, when suddenly…
To DS: don't hurt rain catcher if you do that makes you no better than him.
Discorded Scootaloo looked at her hooves, which were now stained with Rain Catcher’s nose-blood. She felt a sudden blast of regret hitting her brain like a train. She started to whimper.
‘What the buck am I doing? I…I’m becoming Discord.’ She thought to herself, tears starting to form again.
Rain Catcher looked up to his attacker when he realized she wasn’t pounding him into the ground, and saw that she was starting to cry again.
To Rain Catcher: Don't be a dick. I mean doesn't she already look broken enough that if someone were to get on her nerves she would completely and utterly destroy them. Just... don't be a dick.
Rain Catcher sighed.
“I wasn’t planning on it. I just heard somepony crying and decided to try and help. Next thing I know, I’m on the ground with a bloody nose. Not really the way I thought this would turn out.” Rain Catcher said.
Rain Catcher: should you do anything to hurt Dissy, I shall show you torture, pain, and anger unmatched by anything: Human Wrath. So no pressure, try to cheer her up. Hugs and kisses, Spy.
He got back to his hooves and walked towards Discorded Scootaloo, who flinched when she saw that he had moved.
“No! Just buck off! The last pony I wanted to see right now is you, you lying, miserable piece of shit!” Discorded Scootaloo said with tears still in her eyes.
Rain Catcher didn’t even flinch. He’d been used to this kind of reaction from other ponies since the pregnancy issue.
“Look, I’m not going to do anything to you. I just heard you crying and came to see what was the matter, I swear.” He said.
Discorded Scootaloo scowled.
“And what reason do I have to believe ANYTHING you say? I know what you did to Scootaloo, and I’m pretty pissed about it.” She said with her voice dripping with bitterness.
“You really don’t have any reason to trust me. But I’ve promised myself I’d never do anything like that to a filly ever again, and I don’t intend on messing that up.” He responded.
Discorded Scootaloo didn’t know what to think. He looked like he was trying to be sincere; but then again, that’s probably the exact same thing the other her had thought.
“…Fine, sit down. But I swear to Celestia, if you try anything, I will castrate you with a pair of pliers.” Discorded Scootaloo threatened.
That sentence made Rain Catcher shudder.
“A-Alright.” He said as he sat down next to her.
“So, what’s your name?” he asked.
It sounded innocent enough.
Obviously she couldn’t just come out and tell him that she was a dimension-hopping, mind-bucked version of his ex-marefriend, who happened to age up while she was sleeping.
But that doesn’t mean what she was about to say would make her feel any better.
“…My name’s (gag) Dissy. I’m Scootaloo’s sister.” She said.
“Yeah…I know who you are.” Discorded Scootaloo said menacingly.
Dissy, shouldn't that asshole recognize you?
“Yippee. Another insult. And why would I recognize her? We haven’t met before just now.” Rain Catcher said with a hint of sarcasm.
Discordloo’s wings flared and her face grew nervous.
“Don’t. Blow. My. Cover!” Discorded Scootaloo said through her teeth.
To the jerk known as Rain Catcher: How DARE YOU DO THAT TO M.S AND BACK OUT OF HELPING HER WITH THIS!?!?!? * shakes head* you should be ashamed.
To RC: go look after lightning blitz you are his father you brought him into this world and you well not abandon him, also apologize to scootaloo while your at it.
To R.C: You’re a coward.
Rain Catcher rested his head on his hoof and let out a deep sigh.
“I get all of this a lot. And you’re right. I am a coward. But believe me, even if I had the guts to go and help, it wouldn’t even matter. I have no jurisdiction over Lightning Blitz, and honestly, neither does Scootaloo. She’s just allowed to see him whenever she feels like, and watch him occasionally. His adopted mother, Twilight Sparkle I think her name was, has custody over him. I’m not entirely clear on how exactly she adopted him. Something about a Doctor or whatever…but you're all right. I should have been there for her when all of this started.” Rain Catcher said to himself.
Discorded Scootaloo looked at the colt next to her, his nose still pretty bloodied from Scootaloo’s punch. When she looked a little closer she thought she saw-
‘Wait a second…is he actually crying?!’ she thought to herself.
Rain Catcher must have become self-conscious because his stallion pride took hold and he sniffed back the tears.
“I didn’t even remember the bet. All I could think of was this moment. This amazing moment. The moment I want to regret, but can’t. Was it real love? Did I really mean it all? At this point, I’m not even sure anymore.” Rain Catcher said, his voice sounding very regretful and sad. He was on the verge of simply bursting into tears right then and there.
Discorded Scootaloo was actually starting to pity this colt. He just looked so incredibly pathetic. Sure she knew he had been a douche, but assholes don’t cry like this…
Do they?
Discorded Scootaloo sighed.
“Look, I’m positive that I’m not the first one to tell you this, but you only get one life. And so far, you’ve done a pretty good job of royally bucking things up. Running from something this huge isn’t going to get you anywhere. Your kid is going to grow up hating you for what you did unless you fix this, and I don’t want to see that foal hating anypony, especially not his dad. And I’m pretty sure you don’t want that either, so I suggest you apologize to Scoots.” Discorded Scootaloo’s coat color was starting to revive the more she went on with this speech, and a noticeable glow was starting to come off of her as her color began to come back.
Rain Catcher sniffled.
“…Thanks. I-I’ll try my best to apologize to Scoots. You know, you sure act a lot like your sist-wait a second. Weren't you grey a moment ago?” Rain Catcher asked with his head tilted to the side.
A shock went through Discorded Scootaloo’s spine as she looked down at her coat, which was now mostly back to her normal, orange color, with only a slight tinge of darkness on it.
‘…Well shit. I picked probably the worst possible time for this to happen.’ Discorded Scootaloo thought to herself.
“Alright, what the heck is going on here?” Rain Catcher asked with a deadpan.
Discorded Scoots: Quick! Tell that stallion that you just knocked him harder than you thought and he will think that you changing color is just in his head!
Rain Catcher’s questioning stare made Scootaloo all the more uncomfortable in this situation. She definitely didn’t want to tell him the truth about her color change. The less ponies that knew about this, the better.
“…Did I hit you so hard that it made you colorblind or something, because I seriously have no clue what you’re talking about. I’m pretty sure I’m still grey.” She said, her confidence not quite all there.
Rain Catcher knew for a fact that this wasn’t the case. Even if he had been made colorblind, he was sure there was no way he could mistake grey for purple and orange. He appeared to observe her a little more closely, trying to see through any possible lying.
“I don’t know. You’re coat looks a LOT like orange to me…” he said with a suspicious tone in his voice. Looking at her now, she appeared to be nearly the spitting image of her “Sister” before she started wearing her hair down.
Seeing how much Rain Catcher was taking in her form, Scootaloo blushed; afterwards cursing herself for doing so.
“Are you for certain that you’re still grey?”
To Dissy(DS):Tell him that it's not his fucking buissness, you don't have to tell him shit, so you change color, big deal, magic happens all the fucking time. Hit him if he's still bothering.
Not wanting to deal with anymore of this shit, Scootaloo growled and pushed him back.
“Ask me one more time, and I WILL hit you again.” She growled, hoping that her voice sounded intimidating enough.
Rain Catcher backed away and put his hooves up in a surrendering position.
“Okay, okay! I’ll stop! Just…don’t bucking do that again.” He exclaimed.
The faded orange Pegasus backed off and huffed.
“Good. Better keep it that way. Unless of course you feel like you don’t value your teeth anymore.” Scootaloo threatened, which resulted in a gulp from Rain Catcher.
To RC: no, she was always that color. You simply have shit eyesight
RC obviously wasn’t going to pester Dissy again after she had made such malicious statements toward him, but decided to keep his thoughts to himself.
‘I can’t get over how weird this is. My eyesight never had any problems before…’
To R.C: You better not pry, because Dissy's got one hell of a temper and her castrating you with a pair of pliers will probably be the least of your worries if you get her pissed.
‘On one hoof, I don’t feel like dying. On the other, I still wonder what the heck her problem is. She just looks WAY too pissed for something NOT to be wrong.’ He thought.
To R.C: You're still an asshole but hey I'm willing to give you a chance so lets hear it, why did you leave scootaloo and lightning blitz? probably out of fear but i want to hear what you have to say.
“Yeah, what in all things Tartarus were you thinking?! I understand you’re going to at least try to make amends but just…why?” Discorded Scootaloo asked.
Rain Catcher was obviously not in the mood to talk about this subject, and let out a sigh of both annoyance, and reluctance to speak.
“Okay, look. It went like this. A while back, I had a pretty bloated ego. I was in the more advanced classes and I just happened to be good at sports. Me and Scootaloo dated for a while and…well…like I said I had a pretty big head, so naturally I bragged that I could score with her. My friends called bullshit on me, so being the moron I was, I decided to prove them wrong. One thing led to another and…yeah. Afterwards, when I found out Scootaloo was pregnant, I didn’t want to face the consequences because of my stupid mistake, so I broke it off between us and up and left. To say the least…I was terrified.” He said, slightly cringing at the last few words.
Discorded Scootaloo had sort of expected this kind of explanation out of this colt. She had always figured teenage colts to be egotistic and stupid, but after hearing the entirety of the situation, she must’ve realized the stereotype was true for the most part.
R.C. : Hey....Having a tough day? well, I'm gunna make it worse. How did she brake the news of the baby to her and, more importantly, how did your and her parents react? One more thing, have you heard of a certain pony named, maybe not pony per say, Discord? Just wondering. ~The Professor
“To my knowledge, Scootaloo’s mother got cancer and died when she was five, so she wasn’t around…Sandy however…I heard she completely lost it. I’m talking flipping tables and screaming till her lungs were fit to bust. My mom came down HARD on me. I’m barely allowed to leave the house now. I needed to get out so badly that I snuck out; that’s pretty much the only reason I’m even outside right now. To add to that, she wants me to make amends with Scootaloo just as badly as she does.“ Rain Catcher pointed a hoof at Discorded Scootaloo, who still wore a slight bored/irritated look.
“As for my reaction to the whole thing…I really don’t want to talk about it. It had to be the lowest point in my life, and I regret it a LOT.” Rain Catcher said, now getting to the last major part of this question.
“…Discord? God of Chaos with a shit attitude that turned Ponyville into the Chaos capital of the world, that Discord? Yeah, I’ve heard of him. Pretty much everypony in Equestria knows who…uh Dissy, you ok?” Rain Catcher had stopped talking after he saw Discorded Scootaloo shivering with a horrified look on her face at the mention of Discord.
“I-I’m f-fine.” She said with a slight stutter in her voice. On Rain Catcher’s side, it didn’t sound convincing at all, but he knew if he said anything, he was going to most likely die.
To Rain Catcher: She's half Chameleon, and buck your self-pity, us mighty voice bubbles feel NO SYMPATHY FOR YOU!
“Hurray.” Rain Catcher said with a deadpan expression.
Discorded Scootaloo broke from her traumatized state and looked at Rain Catcher with the same aggravated face she sported a lot of the time.
“Look, we’ve cleared up that you’re going to try and makes things right with Scootaloo, but I find myself sympathizing more with her. I know exactly what it’s like to be left behind by somepony you thought loved you at the worst possible time of your life. It isn’t fun.” She said, recalling her time in The Coop and the one pony she had hoped beyond hope would come to her aid.
“What…What exactly happened?” Rain Catcher asked.
“I thought he was the most amazing colt I’ve ever met. He was always so nice and kind to me, always pushing me to improve my flying. And I’d belying if I said he wasn’t cute.” Every word she was saying had traced back to her days before The Coop. Before all the hate and anguish…
Before Discord.
‘…I miss you so much Rumble.’ She thought to herself sadly. Her coat started to flash rapidly between grey and orange, and she struggled to keep her composure.
‘Hnngh! N-No! I-I can’t give in! Not now!’ she screamed in her mind.
Discorded Scootaloo must have noticed Rain Catcher still looking at her with that curious face, still obviously perplexed by her rapid color changing, and started to grow self conscious.
D.S. and now, its time to make like the doctor and run the fuk away.
Dissy, option B still stands. Run.
Instead of even bothering to take the chance of explaining this, Discorded Scootaloo took the bubble’s advice. She quickly got to her hooves, and galloped out of sight before Rain Catcher even had a second to speak, leaving a trail of dust in her wake.
“…That filly has issues.” He said to himself.
Scootaloo didn’t stop galloping until she was back in the streets of Ponyville, and she was absolutely certain she was out of the colt’s sight. Turning around to make sure she wasn’t being followed, she sighed in exhaustion.
“Phew. That could’ve been bad. The last thing I need right now is more ponies knowing about where I came from.” She said, starting to try and find her way back to Motherly Scootaloo’s home.
To DS: Is this like some new form of wingboner for you...? You know, the whole color changing thing (and don't try to avoid it or I'll make this day miserable for you!)?
“You don’t know how Pegasi anatomy works do you? That has got to be one of the stupidest things I’ve heard in my entire life…and I’ve heard some ridiculous stuff.”
To Discorded Scootaloo: I doubt that you are pregnant, considering how this current dimention's Scootaloo isn't pregnant. She was, but she isn't anymore, and I doubt that you could get pregnant, unless you get really friendly with a stallion's inflatable poo-jabber
“Well…damn. I guess you don’t get any blunter than that. In all seriousness though, that makes enough sense. I don’t understand much about time travel or dimension hopping, so that bit of insight is kind of helpful.” Discorded Scootaloo gave a relieved sigh.
Discorded Scoots, Tell me not to blow your cover?! You just did it for youself! HA! Also, as a side note, compliment your doll next time you see it.
“Because self confidence is TOTALLY at my command right now.” Discorded Scootaloo deadpanned.
Dissy: Does this mean Discord's effect is wearing off?
“Well…yes…and no. It seems whenever I have a sudden sense of self worth, my color comes back a little. But when things go bad again, like I KNOW they will, it fades again.”
To Dissy, Hello. I am a random multiverse traveler. If I see an evil discord do I have your permission to turn him into Swiss cheese using high velocity explosive rounds? please say yes, PLEASE SAY YES!
“You can try all you feel like, but I’m telling you right now, it’s not going to end well on your side. I can guarantee that.”
Scoots, how do you think the Doctor will react to your sudden change when you see him next? And about the whole change thing, don't panic. It was bound to happen at some point but that's the worst of it. I think...
“I’m sure The Doctor has seen a lot weirder things than this before. The guy has a time machine, which in itself is already freaky enough. Although I don’t have any way of knowing unless he shows up for whatever reason, I doubt he’d be very surprised.”
D.S: I know this is going to sound really terrible...but I think you should try your best to stay angry, and keep your coat gray. I can't tell you why, really. I know that if we try to reveal too much about the future, you won't be able to hear us. Let's just say...I know of a place you might be going soon, and as long as you don't show any color, you'll be safe. I'm sorry I can't tell you more. Consider yourself warned...and good luck. You'll need it.
“…Well that’s a new one. Don’t think I’ve seen any of you telling me to keep staying a bitter and angry little bitch that does nothing but complain yet. I just…I REALLY don’t want to stay this way. I never did.” She said, hanging her head sadly.
To D.S Have you ever wanted to be a boxer? I always saw you as a boxer.
“I tried getting my Cutie Mark in boxing a while before Discord captured me. Stupid punching bag was bucking IMMOVABLE. The stallion that foalsat myself and those two insufferable fillies that I dared to call my friends had been a boxer at one point. From what he told me, it ended in injuries…a LOT of injuries.”
Discorded Scootaloo’s memories of those times were just as clear as before, but her perception had severely changed since then, and she now considered her so called “happiness” to be nothing but her living a complete lie.
“Mmph. What a joke.” She bitterly remarked.
To Dissy: Rain Catcher mentioned Twilight Sparkle, that is your chance, she know about Discord, who knows, maybe in this dimension she still have the Elements of Harmony, also she defeated Discord before so you can try.
“There is something I don’t understand regarding Twilight. Rain Catcher said that Twilight Sparkle is Lightning Blitz’s adopted mother or something like that. I’ve also heard The Doctor say that he had gotten involved with my other self’s life before. So that makes me wonder, what reason would The Doctor have for messing with this universe before? It’s not like he’s really…much of a meddling type of pony…alien…whatever. Anyway, knowing how The Doctor is with his TARDIS, I’m starting to wonder if he was referring to the Twilight Sparkle of this dimension, or one of another…uggh. Freaking time travel.” Discorded Scootaloo put a hoof to her forehead. Thinking too much about the effects time travel can have and the mechanics around it gave her a severe headache.
“Okay, if I ever see this dimension’s Twilight, maybe I’ll see what she knows, but just…damn I don’t understand how dimensional travel works.”
Discorded Scoots: Why don't you find the Doc and save your parents. I do believe that was a time machine he had. But you would have to find a way to do it without him seeing. He isn't keen on messing with time like that. ~ The Professor
“It’s definitely a decent idea, but it’s not like I have The Doctor at my beck and call to show up whenever I want. Celestia knows where that nut is right now. And not to mention I have no clue how to drive the TARDIS.”
Dear Scoot: What do you think of rainbow dash? Is she still your idol? p.s. can you fly yet? now that you're a teen?
“I’ve already answered th-…wait, my wings?” Discorded Scootaloo flared her wings upward and turned her head to get a good look at them. As expected, they were quite a lot bigger than they had previously been, more resembling her current age group. All she could do when she laid her eyes upon them was simply stare in awe.
To DS: theres an upside to the sudden change 1: you missed out the annoying stages before it. 2: have you tried flying yet? Your wings are bigger!
D.S just saying scoots, now would be a good time to test i your recent growth affected your wings somehow.
Discorded Scootaloo almost didn’t pay any attention this time, being a little mesmerized by her wings.
“W-Well…from what I remember, my wings were about the same size as every other colt and filly around, and all of THEM could fly just fine, so I don’t know if that was even my problem…But…” Discorded Scootaloo had been convinced she would never be able to fly after so many failed attempts in the past, and had given up on trying a long time ago. Discord’s influence on her psyche hadn’t helped in this factor.
“…Maybe…maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try…just...nothing death-defying though. ”
Discorded Scootaloo knew she had been out a lot longer then she had previously intended to be. She knew by now that her other self and Sandy were probably worried sick about her. She couldn’t imagine for the life of her why Motherly Scootaloo would even put up with anything she’s done. Heck, the first thing she even did when she arrived in this dimension was yell at Lightning Blitz and threaten her. She’s felt terrible about it since then, seeing as somepony actually cared if she was around…
But right now, her mind was focused on other things.
For the past hour she had been repeatedly flapping her wings up and down, only to get a few inches off the ground before tiring out and landing back on the ground with a loud THUD!
She let out a pained groan as she got to her hooves after another failed attempt at flying. She had flapped her wings so much that they were starting to hurt pretty badly, and the area on her stomach was getting a little bruised from the constant impact with the ground.
“Grrrr. You suck.” She growled at her aching wings.
One thing that could make you happy, yes Discord laughed at you and tortured you as a dog, but at least He did not forced you to wear a fru-fru femenine dress .And well, he make all other ponies forget you and sealed you in the forest where no one could find you but he was alone with all the bubbles that talked with you, no other pony know about what happened, is not like he make videos or photographies and begin to sell them in the middle of Canterlot. Maybe you have to thank him... Who knows, maybe if he catch you again if you instead thank him he could see it's not funny and when he is bored leave you alone.
“First of all, yes he fed me dog food, but I was treated like a chicken, hence the coop I was trapped in. Get your facts right. Second, when was it said that he didn’t freaking put me in a dress and laugh his stupid little snake tail off? If it humiliated and/or angered me on any level, Discord did it to me. And listen, even if I faked non-annoyance or whatever, Discord would see right through me. He’s able to get inside your head and expose terrible things about yourself that you never knew. How do you think he turned me into…this?” she asked.
Also, you need to think this is not your dimension, yes, this Scootaloo have a son, but if you think about other dimensions, then maybe another Scootaloo have a worst Rain Catcher, or is married with Discord and have a little Draconequs (that could make sense... maybe he is such a jerk because he loves you, some colts are jerks to the fillies they love and Discord have the mind of a child), or is Married with the Doctor. Who knows? You have luck that the Doctor leave you in this dimension but unless you take the TARDIS from the Doctor and manage to go to the past to convince yourself from this dimension about Rain Catcher, you could not do so much. Right?
“…Thank you for putting those horrible images in my head that can never be truly forgotten. Feels great.” She said in a sarcastic manner.
Even so, if you steal the TARDIS and manage to use it, you can return to your dimension and protect yourself from Discord, The Doctor could even helped you, but he not wanted. If it's someone fault, could be him.
“...Look, there is no way I’m ever going near Discord ever again. End of story.”
To DS: The reason The Doctor interfered with this universe? He "never interferes in the affairs of other people or planets," unless there's children crying.
“…So...I’m assuming that something happened with Lightning Blitz then? If that’s the reason The Doctor messed with things here…must’ve been why he even bothered with me. I cry a LOT.”
To Dissy: Hello! It's me again! I happen to be a time traveling pony myself and have to give you a hint. As you know the TARDIS is alive. You need to befriend her and she may take you where you need to go! No driving on your part needed! ~The Professor.
“Oh…well that’s good to know I guess. Only issue I have with that is how big of a jerk I seem to be, so I don’t even know if I’d be capable of befriending the thing…then again, it somehow puts up with The Doctor’s attitude, so I guess anything’s possible.”
Hey Dissy, did Apple Bloom get a kiss from her crush?
The rage in Dissy’s eyes had become incredibly noticeable from the mention of her former friend. After getting away from her universe, one of the last things she wanted was to be reminded of that backstabber.
“Don’t know. Don’t care. She had a thing for our foalsitter and that’s all I know on the matter. Whether that actually went anywhere is knowledge I don’t possess…Although, watching her constantly trying to get with a stallion that’s what?...ten years older than her was quite hilarious…stupid, but hilarious.”
To Discorded Scootaloo: Hmm... Be careful Scootaloo. You never know who could be flying though this dimension's skies. It might be this dimention's version of a certain rainbow-maned pegasus, who, I might add, has done nothing to you aside from looking like someone who betrayed you. If you're going to take Revengance on anypony, than it better be the pony that wronged you herself, but it better not be a dimentional equivalent, for they have done nothing to you, aside from distracting you from your goal of taking revenge on a pony from your own dimention. What I'm trying to say is that, if you're going to take revenge on somepony, than it better be that pony, and not just somepony that looks simply like that pony.
“Can we please stop talking about ponies I no longer wish to have contact with? I…don’t feel right about it.” Discorded Scootaloo pleaded as she prepared her wings for another attempt.
“Okay, let’s see if I can actually get off the ground for more than a second this time.” She said as she readied herself.
To Dissy: Remember to move your wings in a circular motion, not up and down. There's a science to flight.
Discorded Scootaloo stopped dead, and she looked to be getting much more annoyed.
“…And you didn’t think to tell me this until now, why?...Well there goes an hour I’ll never get back.” She grumbled.
As instructed by the text bubble, she moved her wings in a circular motion, again beginning to lift herself off the ground. The difference between this time and the others was that she wasn’t getting nearly as exhausted as quickly. She was even getting a little higher off the ground this time, up to about ten or eleven feet or so.
“A-Am I actually…” She couldn’t even bring herself to finish. This was the first time she was able to get this high off the ground on her own. She was starting to feel pretty proud of herself.
“I-I…It’s working!” she said happily to herself.
Unfortunately for her, her moment of triumph was short lived.
Scoots, please, for your own good, please go back to how you were. Be grey, it's for your own good. And whatever you do, avoid that damn doll! On a completely unrelated note, DISCORD WILL ALWAYS HAVE A HOLD ON YOU!! YOU WILL NEVER ESCAPE!!
“Wha-“ Dissy wasn’t prepared for one of these things appearing so suddenly at such a bad time, especially one saying something like that. The bubble broke her concentration from her flying and her wings had instinctively stopped flapping, and she plummeted to the ground, screaming as she did so.
A few seconds of falling later, she landed right on her left wing with a sickening CRUNCH!
“AAAAAARGH!” She wailed as the pain in her wing wracked her body. She tried to suppress her anguish by biting her lower lip.
“Ngggh! M-My wing…I-I think it’s broken.” She said to nopony in particular.
-Dissy: The timing of Lil Scoot's arrival, right before the Doctor got you, seems far too suspicious for my liking. Just keep an eye out and beeline me when I say that there is NO escape.
To DS: Isn't it a bit suspicious that the doll just happened to appear, could it be one of discord's tricks to make you insane? Because he's always watching...... Always. Maybe your change in age was because of him as well. How can you even trust anyone? And maybe he's just torturing you with the prospect of flying. Who says that you'll be able to fly? ~ F
“P-Please…just stop it. I-I know most of you wanted to see me back to my normal self. I-I just wanted to see if I could do it. B-But I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up…I’m j-just…worthless…I-I’m sorry.” She said, beginning to cry again as she appeared to begin shaking and cowering on the ground, and her coat’s colors had started to fade to grey once again. The pain in her back was so incredibly crippling, that her vision was starting to blur. She could feel herself slowly losing consciousness and her watering eyelids started to feel a lot heavier.
The last thing she heard before was somepony galloping, and a voice.
“Hey, who over here is scr-OH MY CELESTIA!”
When she began to regain consciousness, Dissy wondered if she even wanted to, considering the pain she still possessed in her wing.
“Ugggh. Am…Am I dead?” she said to herself.
“Oh good, you’re awake. I was starting to worry that you wouldn’t get up, considering that fall you took.” She heard a voice next to her say. Dissy looked around and found she was in a bed in what looked to be a hospital. The heartbeat monitor in the room gave off an annoying beep that kept in time with her pulse…
Which happened to quicken when she saw the pony sitting next to her hospital bed.
He was a teenage colt, about her current age, with a grey coat and a black, slicked-back mane. Dissy could see that like herself, this colt was also a Pegasus, hence the folded wings on both sides of his body.
Almost instantly, she recognized the colt as an aged-up version of her crush from her own universe.
“R-Rumble?” she stuttered nervously, a slight blush coming onto her face.
There was definitely something wrong with Scootaloo here. Not in the sense that she was still an overall unpleasant pony now. Not in the sense that she currently had more pain in her wing than she had ever experienced in her life. Discord may have been cruel, but never did he break her wings like this. That could actually be seen as part of the torture. He left her wings the only part of her body unharmed, because he was aware she wasn’t going to be able to fly with them so messing with them would’ve been pointless.
No. What was wrong with her were two specific things in particular relating to her current situation.
One: She was blushing like a complete lovestruck idiot in front of this universes’ equivalent of her crush.
Two: That. Damn. Heartbeat monitor. The second she realized Rumble was with her, the thing made it blatantly obvious that she was getting nervous. She didn’t care how expensive the stupid thing was. She really wanted nothing more than to break it in half.
But, there were more important matters she needed to pertain to right now.
Rumble tilted his head slightly.
“Sorry, but have we met before? How exactly do you know my name?” he asked.
“I-I umm…I uhhh…” it felt almost impossible for the poor grey filly to even get her words out without being so distracted by this colt’s cute face. As if her Rumble was bad enough, seeing him grown into a teenager only made things worse.
To D.S: Quick!! Try to hide!!
Seeing as how she couldn’t exactly move too much because of her severely injured wing, Scootaloo could do no more than hide under her hospital bed’s blanket and let out a girly squeal. She seriously couldn’t believe how she was acting right now. To make matters worse, the heartbeat monitor’s accursed beeping sped up.
‘Yeah. Great plan, idiot.’ She thought to herself.
“Ummm…you okay?” Rumble asked.
“F-Fine.” She replied. This had to be in at least a number three spot on the top ten most embarrassing moments of her life.
At the same time though, Rumble had no clue what was going on with her. He just saw her fall out of the sky mid-flight and that she had injured her wing. Being a ‘gentlecolt’ he couldn’t just leave her in the streets of Ponyville with a messed up wing, so he managed to get her to the hospital when he saw she had passed out from the pain.
Nothing explained this behavior from her though.
Discorded Scootaloo heard the hospital door open from under the blanket, which prompted her to come out from under the blankets to see who it was. Coming into the room was Sandy with Lightning Blitz riding on her back, and Motherly Scootaloo…who Dissy almost immediately noticed had tears in her eyes.
Before Discorded Scootaloo could even get a “hello” in, She found that her other self had zoomed toward her and wrapped her hooves around her torso.
“OH MY GOSH, THANK CELESTIA YOU’RE ALRIGHT!” Motherly screamed. Discorded Scootaloo didn’t quite know how to handle affection too well, seeing as she hasn’t really felt a friendly touch in quite some time, so she started squirming a little.
“Urgh. Scootaloo, not that I don’t appreciate the attention, but you’re sorta hurting my wing.” Dissy said. Motherly stopped for a moment to get an eyeful of what happened to her friend’s wing, and saw it was heavily bandaged with a few bloodstains on it. It also looked extremely limp and broken.
Seeing Dissy’s wing in such bad condition made Motherly Scootaloo’s already tear-flooded eyes go wide.
“Dear Celesta…how did this happen?!” She yelled.
“She had a pretty bad flying accident. Poor thing landed right on her wing, so I got her here as quick as I could.” Rumble chimed in.
To Rumble: How does it feel to see Dissy?
Rumble couldn’t get over how much he was pitying this poor mare right now. Not only was her wing horribly injured, but everything about her just looked…wrong. To him, she looked like she had felt nothing but sadness for a long time.
‘Just looking at her almost makes me want to cry myself.’ Rumble thought to himself. Her depression almost seemed a little contagious.
“Rumble, I don’t think we can thank you enough for helping our Dissy. You don’t have any idea how worried we were when she hadn’t come back after so long. We were about to go look for her ourselves until a nurse from the hospital came and told me that Scootaloo was in an accident.” Sandy said.
The sheer stupidity of what Sandy just said made Discorded Scootaloo’s mind reel.
‘Okay, I know I’m a different version of this Scootaloo and everything, so I guess it’s only natural that I’d look a lot like her, but…CAN THESE MORONS NOT TELL ORANGE FROM GREY?!?!’ She thought to herself.
“Dissy, what were you thinking?! You really shouldn’t try to fly without someone supervising you!” Motherly Scootaloo shouted. Obviously, she had been more than just a little worried about her other self’s whereabouts, and the volume of her voice made Rumble, Lightning Blitz, and Dissy flinch, although Sandy didn’t seem as surprised. Having children can sort of shock your nerves whenever someone you care about is in trouble.
Discorded Scootaloo noticeably shrank under the blanket, her muzzle being covered by it.
“I-I’m sorry. I-I was just seeing if I could do it. I hadn’t tried for so long and thought that I’d give it another chance. I never meant to make you so upset.” She whimpered, her eyes starting to water. She covered her face with the blanket a little more, slightly trying to hide her eyes. “I-I’m sorry….I’m so so sorry.” She continued whimpering.
To rumble: be nice to her, she is going through a rough time. I swear if you are not nice to her I will not be happy and that's not something you want.
To Rumble: This pony oddly resembles Scootaloo. I heard that Scoots has a sister, could this possibly be her?
“Scoots come on. I get that you were worried about your...sister?...alright. But can you lighten up a little? She really looks like she doesn’t want to deal with this right now.” Rumble pointed out, gesturing to the young grey mare that appeared to be on the verge of full-on sobbing.
Motherly Scootaloo looked at the now shaking pony under the blanket where she could hear a few sniffling sounds coming from inside. Her ears dropped to the sides of her head in realizing the mistake she had just made.
“Wha…Dissy I…no, I should be the one who’s sorry here. I didn’t mean to make you cry, I…I was just worried about you, that’s all. I don’t want you to get hurt.” Motherly said with a look of sadness on her face.
When she noticed that Dissy still wasn’t coming out, Motherly Scootaloo had to resort to different incentives. She reached into her hoodie pocket and pulled Dissy’s doll of herself out of it.
“Dissy, come outta there. I got your toy with me. You want it?” Motherly Scootaloo asked, slightly waving the plush pony above her.
Discorded Scootaloo had apparently considered that sentence enough of a reason for her to come out from under the blanket. She appeared to be quite happy at the sight of her doll and grabbed it from Motherly Scootaloo’s hooves, hugging it tightly afterwards with a smile on her face.
“You still think I’m a jerk?” Motherly Scootaloo asked Dissy, to which she replied by a quick shake of the head.
To DS: Stay away from that God-damned doll or I'll cut you!
Dissy’s joyous face appeared to be replaced with one of slight annoyance and anger.
“I’m not in the mood for your stupid, “Possessed Doll” BS right now, jackass. I can cut you right back” Dissy growled.
Just seeing how hostile this young mare could be, even in times of extreme pain, caught Rumble really off guard.
‘Woah. She really doesn’t take any crap does she?’ he thought.
Meanwhile, Motherly Scootaloo was busy covering Lightning’s ears.
“Dang it Dissy, you aren’t supposed to swear in front of Lightning anymore!”
“Oh right. Sorry. My mouth sometimes has a mind of its own.” Discorded Scootaloo said with a sheepish smile.
Just at that moment, a tan unicorn wearing a white coat trotted into the room, a concentrated look glazed over his spectacled eyes.
“Oh, so you’re finally awake are you? Good good. My name is Doctor Stable, and I’ll be taking care of you while you stay here. Now tell me, are you in any pain?” he asked.
D.S. What is your status, do you need help, or are you in any pain.
“Oh I don’t know, why don’t you ask my utterly destroyed wing if it hurts?” Discorded Scootaloo asked with a deadpan look.
Doctor Stable awkwardly coughed at how obvious Dissy had made that observation.
“…Yes well…Ms. Hooves, I understand that you are this filly’s guardian for the time being, correct?” He asked Sandy, who still had Lightning Blitz on her back.
“You’d be right.”
“Well then, may I speak with you in private about her current situation please?”
“Erm…Yes of course. Dissy, do you want to hold Lightning for a little bit?” Sandy asked.
Discorded Scootaloo was legitimately shocked to think that Sandy would ever trust her with holding onto her other’s foal. She had only changed the little guy’s diaper once (something she promised herself she’d never do again due to the job having to be done with her mouth.) and didn’t know how she could even trust her with him.
She wasn’t going to question it though.
“Uh…okay.” She said. Sandy then shifted Lightning onto Dissy’s hospital bed, to where she picked him up in her forelegs. Lightning looked at her with the same curious eyes he always gave her, and started to slightly swat at Dissy’s black mane in an adorable manner.
The sight made Motherly Scootaloo and Rumble both stifle a laugh.
“Yeah yeah, it’s hilarious and cute. I get it.” Dissy grumbled. She looked back to Lightning Blitz and awkwardly ruffled his mane, carefully petting him in the way a child would be afraid of touching an unfamiliar animal.
Sandy trotted out of the room and met with Doctor Stable for conversation on Dissy’s dilemma with her injury.
“So, what’s your diagnosis? How long will she be like this?” Sandy asked with a look of concern on her face.
“Not too long. Oh her wing is definitely broken; there’s no doubt about that. But it could’ve been a lot worse. It shouldn’t be too long before her wing is healed; a few days at most. But I need to bring something else into consideration here Ms. Hooves.”
“What? What’s wrong?”
“Well, from what that young colt in there told me, this injury occurred through a flight incident. Tell me, has that young mare had much experience in flight?” Doctor Stable asked.
“…No, I’m afraid not. This is the first I’ve even heard of her flying at all.”
“I see…Well, I suggest that if you want to avoid an injury like this in the future, that you get her enrolled in Cloudsdale’s flight academy so that she may learn to fly.” Doctor stable suggested with a serious look on his face.
“Do you think that would be best for her? She’d be away from home a lot, and she doesn’t look like she likes being separated from Scootaloo.” Sandy said.
“Well…if you think it would be in her best interest, then perhaps Scootaloo could also attend?”
Sandy furrowed her brow and put a hoof to her chin, contemplating the idea.
“Well…alright. If you think that would be the right thing to do.” Sandy said.
“Good. I can get you in touch with the director of the flight academy if you would like. Before she attends though, she’ll need to wait a few days for her wing to recover…oh and Ms. Hooves…while I was inspecting her when she was out, I found some pretty severe scarring on her back between her wings. Tell me, did Dissy have a history of physical abuse in her last home?” Doctor Stable asked.
Sandy put a hoof to her mouth in shock. Knowing where Dissy came from before she was with The Doctor, it almost drew her to tears when she thought about it.
‘…Discord you sick bastard.’
Dissy was still struggling a little bit with holding Lightning Blitz, seemingly afraid to touch him too much without the thought of hurting him.
“Oh come on Dissy, he’s a foal. He’s not gonna bite you or anything.” Motherly Scootaloo said.
“Yeah, you got nothing to be scared of. Just try to pet him a little.” Rumble also said.
Dissy blushed in embarrassment at having her uneasiness of the situation being noticed by this older and a LOT cuter version of her crush.
“I-I know. I’ve just never actually held a foal before.” Discorded Scootaloo mumbled. She tried petting his little stomach, which resulted in a slight giggle from the foal. It made Dissy a little warm inside knowing that Lightning liked her, and she gave a small smile.
Something that could make you happy... If this dimension is in a "plausible" future... then maybe there could be more books of Daring Do that you did not read. I don't know if you are a fan of Daring doo like Rainbow Dash, but at least Daring Do did not make anything to you and you could even laugh in the face of the RD from your dimension because you could know something that she no. Imagine the ex-great RD begging you.
“Umm, Scootaloo? If it isn’t too much to ask, could you maybe find wherever they keep the books and see if they have any Daring Do stuff here? I kinda don’t know how long I’ll be here, and I don’t want to be bored to death.”
“Not a problem Dissy. Be back in a second.” Motherly Scootaloo said with a smile and trotted out of the room. It wasn’t until she left that Dissy realized that she had just made a terrible mistake.
‘Wait a second…I’m alone with Rumble…oh gosh.’ She thought, the familiar heat coming back into her cheeks.
The awkward silence between the two grey ponies was seemingly endless. Dissy was still embarrassed over how sickeningly adorable the sight of herself holding Lightning Blitz was, and Rumble looked a little nervous.
“Umm…Hey.” Rumble said with a sheepish smile.
Dissy didn’t fair much better.
“H-Hey.” She stuttered.
To Discorded Scootaloo: Remember what I said about staying away from stallion's inflatable poo-jabbers? Look, this Rumble may look like your Rumble, act like your Rumble, but he is not the colt you knew. He knows nothing about you, so don't expect him to be exactly as he was in your dimension. Sorry if I'm being condescending, but I've seen many a pony act like idiots to dimensional counterparts to dimentional equivalents.
‘No kidding this isn’t the same Rumble. This one’s kind of a dork…still, it’s pretty nice to see a familiar face.’
“Ummm…So…I kinda feel like I need to thank you.” Dissy stumbled over her word a little as she tried to awkwardly talk to Rumble.
“What? Why?” Rumble asked.
Discorded Scootaloo facehoofed. This Rumble may still be cute, but he was probably going to be a lot more difficult to work with. He didn’t seem as the overly confident and cocky type that her Rumble was.
“How about that you really saved my behind when I messed up my wing?”
To DS: sorry you didn't get my message sooner, the filter can be a bit of a jerk, glad you flew though!
To Discorded Scootaloo: For a second, I thought that you doll Blinked when you left o.o oh and also, Never give up. I couldn't fly when I was 5, but i never gave up. Eventually, I learned how to fly. You should do the same. Oh. Almost forgot. If your doll was somehow alive, how would you feel? (Not saying it is or anything)
“…Yeah…I suppose I did manage to actually get myself off the ground this time…wasn’t really anything Wonderbolt level though…If my doll was alive (which I once again remind you that it is not) I don’t think I can accurately put into words how creepy that’d be.”
Rumble slightly nudged Dissy’s shoulder.
“C’mon, don’t put yourself down like that. Were you able to fly before then?”
“…No.” she mumbled, doing her best to look away.
“Well consider this an improvement. You only get better from here, trust me. Don’t let one accident get you down, m’kay?” he asked.
To D.S: keep your eyes on his eyes, his may start to wander, or yours might.
Discorded Scootaloo turned back around (at the same time trying to ignore the foal currently nibbling on her ear) and her ice-blue eyes looking directly into Rumble’s purple one’s making them both blush furiously.
“Uhhh, w-why are you looking at me like that?” Rumble asked, obviously starting to get nervous and awkward again.
Seeing that she was actually getting a reaction out of him gave Dissy a slight sense of pride, and the thought made her smirk.
“Hehe. No reason.” She chuckled, at the same time trying to hide her own flustered state.
Scoots: Hello! I-....Oh, oh my...You've been quite badly injured. Wish I could help! but I just dropped in to ask you something. Do you still like that colt...what was his name...RUMBLE! Yes! Ask him on his opinion on this dimension's Scootaloo. Maybe, just maybe, he had the hots for her. That means you could find out if he has the hots for you without feeling like an idiot! it's brilliant! ~The Professor.
‘Kinda late for not looking like an idiot, but…let’s find out.’
“Say Rumble…do you like my sister?” she asked, immediately resulting in another blushing session, this time coming out of Rumble by himself.
“I-I don’t feel c-comfortable answering that.” He stuttered.
Dissy raised an eyebrow and her smirk grew much wider at his reaction.
“Oh c’mon, you can tell me. I’ll keep my mouth shut, I swear.” Dissy said, almost starting to laugh.
“Uhhhh…”
Rumble. Tap that.
Discorded Scootaloo’s confidence was broken by a very serious wave of embarrassment and blushing, and both of them were staring at the question box with pin-prick eyes and nervous frowns.
“…”
“…”
“...PISS OFF!” Dissy yelled, her face still bright red.
“What kind of colt do you think I am?!?!” Rumble yelled with the same shade on his face.
Lightning Blitz’s ears perked up at the sound of Dissy’s yelling, and looked back up at her surrogate “aunt.”
Quickly realizing her mistake, Discorded Scootaloo looked back down at the young colt who she had just cursed in front of for the second time that day.
“Oh shi-I mean…dang it…uhhh, promise not to let your mom know about that, and I’ll give you a cookie. Deal?” she asked the foal, holding out her hoof. Lightning Blitz didn’t seem to understand what was happening, but shook her hoof in response.
Rumble rolled his eyes.
‘What is with this filly? I could hardly believe that she and Scoots are related if they didn’t look so alike.’
After several agonizing days of nothing but boredom and terrible food, it was at last time for Dissy to leave the hospital and hopefully not injure herself flying again. Although, considering how her last attempt at flying had gone, she wasn’t completely sure if she would even attempt flying again. Sure she was able to handle it a little bit, but was it really worth the risk of getting herself hurt again?
Her heart was telling her “Yes”, but her brain was telling her “No.”
Dissy was distracted from these thoughts as she trotted out of the hospital with Motherly Scootaloo, Sandy, Lightning, and Rumble with her, by the bandages that were wrapped around her wing, which was starting to make its way to recovery. The bandages, however, were extremely uncomfortable and rubbed up against her injured, grey-feathered wing, causing her to instinctively chew on it.
“Now come on, stop that. It’s never gonna get better if you don’t leave it alone.” Motherly scolded a little, trying to keep Discorded Scootaloo from ripping her bandages off.
“I can’t help it! I can’t stand these things!” Dissy retorted, going back to chewing on them.
“…Am I going to have to go back and get a cone put around your neck to stop that then?” Sandy asked, smirking a little. The threat of suffering anymore humiliation than she was already going through, and the fact that Rumble was literally two feet beside her, immediately made Dissy leave her wing be.
“…On second thought, maybe I SHOULD leave it alone.” She said with a slightly nervous smile, hoping that Sandy had bought it. Thankfully she did, as she nodded and continued the walk.
‘…Wow this is just the worst. My wings are honestly more trouble than they’re worth sometimes’
To Discorded Scootaloo (Maybe the manager of the filter catch this): You begin to change and become a little, like the one of this universe... Do you think that could affect the residual powers of Discord inside you? After all, you sure know that gray is not your colour.
Not wanting to attract any attention on the subject of Discord, or give Rumble any indication that she was anypony but Motherly Scootaloo’s relative, Dissy resolved to simply trying to answer through thought, hoping to Celestia that these things could read minds.
‘Nothing about me has changed. I may be grey now thanks to Discord…but I was ALWAYS an asshole and he just pointed that out…the only difference now is that I’m a slightly OLDER asshole.’ She thought angrily to herself. Of course she knew something was terribly wrong with her, and that she probably shouldn’t be acting the way she’s been lately, but when you’re in containment for so long with nothing but the knowledge that your entire existence is pointless, then it should be obvious that things aren’t going to be the same.
‘…Wow that is actually a pretty depressing thought…’ Discorded Scootaloo thought to herself as she hung her head a little lower than before, and she sighed internally. ‘Couldn’t all of this have happened to somepony other than me for once? Haven’t I been through enough?’ She thought sadly to herself. She wanted to cry so bad right now over this, but her eyes refused to let her because of Rumble still being present.
Rumble himself however, was the first to take notice of Dissy’s mood, and he gave her a raised eyebrow and slight frown sort of look. “…Hey, you alright?” he asked.
Hello! Professor again... Try being... Sad, YES! Sad does the trick. Try crying with some " flightless Pegasus" sob story and get him to hug you!!
‘I don’t NEED to act. I’m fucking miserable.’ She thought, very close to the dams in her eyes bursting at this point.
Rumble took her silence as a “No” to his question, so he trotted over to her and gave her a slight hug. “Hey, if you’re still upset about the whole flying thing, then don’t be. You’ll get the full hang of it eventually. After all, you got some pretty strong-looking wings there.” He said, blushing a bit.
Of course, the hug only made Dissy’s face go as red as an apple and she all of a sudden started to feel unbearably hot. “Ehe…y-yeah I guess…thanks Rumble” she said through a little nervous laughter.
To rumble. To answer your "What kind of colt do you think I am?!?!” question, your a dude, and she's a chick. Duh
Dissy. Tap That.
Both ponies’ eyes widened as they looked the question and then nervously back at each other. In the end, they decided it was probably best if they broke the hug and moved a little distance from each other.
“…This was awkward enough, it doesn’t need your help” Dissy said with a little bit of bitterness in her voice. It was fairly obvious she didn’t like the whole idea of her and Rumble “Doing the dirty deed” being brought up.
The scene, while flustering for Dissy and Rumble, was actually kind of adorable from Motherly’s perspective. “Pffft, you really don’t like being asked this stuff do you?” she asked, giggling a little.
Dissy’s blush deepened. “Of course it’s easy for you to laugh at this; you’re not a virgin.” She grumbled to herself to the point where Motherly couldn’t hear. They may technically be the same pony, but that didn’t mean they had the same thoughts ALL the time.
To D.S you realize she called you 'aunt' right? So congrats your an aunt! Somehow...
“Well no duh. I AM Scootaloo’s sister riiiight?” Dissy said, looking at Motherly and giving her a slight wink.
“Ehe…yeah I mean, if she’s my sis, that does make her Lightning’s aunt doesn’t it? How silly.” Motherly said, laughing a bit nervously at the thought that her bad acting could get them found out. It only resulted from a confused look from Rumble though, so they appeared to be safe.
‘…Why the heck are they acting so weird?’ he thought.
Second thought don't do that. Talk to this colt, he may not be exactly like your universes rumble but he is more mature if you know what i mean. On to more serious matters you REALLY need to do good at the wonderbolts academy.
Umm Scootaloo apparently this universe is in a rather dark universe DONT FAIL YOUR FLIGHT TEST
“…Huh? Flight test? What’re you guys talking abo-“ Dissy stopped midsentence as she started to piece together what they were trying to say to her. “…Wait a minute…Flight test…academy…Did…are you sending me off to Cloudsdale’s Flight Camp?” She asked Sandy and Motherly with a slightly afraid look on her face.
“Umm…we just figured it was for your own good Dissy. We don’t want to see you getting hurt from anymore incidents like this” Sandy retorted nervously, gesturing to Dissy’s bandaged wing.
“Yeah come on, it’ll be fun! I’m going with ya too!” Motherly said smiling a bit.
This didn’t bode well for Dissy at all. She knew what happened to foals that failed their flight test at the academy. She knew she dismissed them as rumors and scary stories, but she didn’t exactly want to volunteer to find out if they were true or not.
“Are you out of your minds?! I’m gonna crash and burn in there! That academy will eat me alive! They are going to send me to the Rainbow Factory if I fail that test!” Dissy yelled, practically at the top of her lungs.
Dissy’s yelling made the group flinch “Woah jeez, Dissy relax. That’s just a story parents told their Pegasus kids to get them to practice flying more. It’s not true.” Rumble tried to explain in hopes of getting Dissy to relax.
His attempts were in vain though, as Dissy appeared to begin shaking and tearing up a bit at the thought of her body being ripped apart and turned into rainbows. This was probably the most distressed that she had felt in a while, as it resolved entirely about thinking about her oncoming death.
“…Hey…come on, just…calm down…” Motherly said softly, trotting over to Dissy and hugging her a little. “It’s gonna be alright. Nopony will hurt you, I’ll make sure of it. If anypony EVER wants to get to you, they’re gonna have to go through me to do it.” She said, comforting Dissy as best as she could, petting her black mane softly to ease her stress.
This seemed to calm Dissy down a little, as she eased up and hugged her back, still making an attempt not to break down crying. “…T-Thank you…” she whispered. The two broke the hug after a few seconds, with Motherly smiling, but with Dissy still wearing her angsty frown.
“Alright…well we should probably continue our way home. Need to get ready to leave for flight camp in a few weeks ya know.” She said, leading the group ahead, with Dissy staying behind a little to gather her thoughts together.
“…I-I’m so scared…” she said, shivering a little.
D.S, you don't have to answer this if you don't want to, but what did Discord do to you? We're just worried for you.
“…Made me realize what a horrible pony I am…hurt me…badly…the list goes on…”
Maybe The Doctor can help with your wing situation or something. Cause, The last time I checked, The Doctor is willing to help anypony/body with anything. As The Doctor said once a long time ago, "There's a lot of things that you need to travel across this universe. Warp drive.... Wormhole reactors... but you know the thing you need the the most? A hoof to hold." and maybe The Doctor can be that hoof.
Dissy sighed again at the mention of the grey Time Lord-turned-pony. "...I miss Doctor..." she said to herself, tearing up a bit.
To DS: So, are we now gonna start calling you Love Struck Scootaloo? Never mind. Soo, anyway, it's your friendly neighborhood soldier from another planet. What to ask? Oh! Do you like cheese? And sorry about that cut you about the doll thing from earlier, my bloodlust had reached an all-time high that day. So, let's say I put you, RD, Rain Catcher, Apple Bloom, and Sweetie Belle in a single room, with all sorts of alien weaponry, what would you do?
The look on Dissy’s sad little face changed almost instantly from a terrified frown into a wicked smirk, her back teeth appearing to be much sharper and much more malicious than usual. It seemed as if this thought pleased her.
“Oh, you already know the answer to that~” She said, chuckling a bit before following the group back to Sandy’s home, seemingly in slightly better spirits than before.
