
| Gittonsxv #1043317 4 months ago |
she just wants to be a good dog :/ |
| Impious #1043325 4 months ago |
In her mind, she's having an awesome adventure. I guess that's what counts. |
| Chance #1043326 4 months ago |
WHO'S A GOOD GIRL? YOU ARE! |
| misnamed #1043330 4 months ago |
This pony needs fanfiction |
| Impious #1043345 4 months ago |
Write fic where Dash adopts Screw as a pet, because Screw is so filthy and mangy that she is actually mistaken for a large dog.
After washing her off, Dash learns the truth but can't bring herself to turn the crazy pony in. Through spending time with Dash, Screw regains some of herself and falls in love with her. Shipping ensues, because the unexpected ship is the best ship, but the ship that comes out of nowhere and steals your shoes is the bestest. |
| Gittonsxv #1043350 4 months ago |
i agree with Impious, would love to read that or something like that |
| Impious #1043356 4 months ago |
I'd write it myself, but my special talent is paraphrasing; knowing me, I'd probably fit the story in a single paragraph. Damn it. |
| Spindizzy #1043414 4 months ago |
I like the idea of Screwloose escaping the hospital at night to bay at the moon, and periodically going on grand adventures, where she performs admirably as a "bloodhound" style tracker. |
| misnamed #1043434 4 months ago |
Lemme try making up a fic idea on the spot myself, here we go:
Screw Loose was Big Macintosh's friend when they were little, before they even had their cutie marks. One day, without warning, she found her special talent, so to speak, as she lost her mind. Despite the best efforts of Ponyville Hospital's medical staff, no reason for her condition was ever found; It truly seemed like she was simply meant to be insane. Big Macintosh was devastated; He'd always been a shy, introverted pony, and aside from his family, Screw was his only true friend. Every day he'd visit her, talk to her, spend time with her, even though she could only bark and wag. One day, Screw Loose wakes up in her room. But, something's different; The door's unlocked. As she realizes this, Screw notices another thing; She's sane. She runs out of Ponyville Hospital, and finds that Ponyville is different. In fact, it's almost impossible to recognize. It's under the spell of Discord. As the world went mad, the mad became sane. She couldn't understand why or how, but one thing she knew was, she was happy. She was so happy that she could speak intelligibly again - Because it meant she could see Big Macintosh, and thank him for being her friend when nopony else even saw her as a pony anymore. She ran as fast as she could to Sweet Apple Acres, barely containing her joy. She couldn't wait to talk to him again after so long! she arrived there, and called his name- What a cruel twist of fate for her to meet him again like this. Screw laughed a sad laugh as Big Macintosh licked her face, his tail wagging. She left back to her room in the hospital and set there patiently even as the rest of the land was still in chaos. After Discord's defeat, Macintosh was invited to accompany his sister Applejack to the celebration in Canterlot, but chose to stay instead at the farm and watch it while the rest of the family was gone. He did briefly leave, however, like he did every day - To visit an old friend. |
| OzarkBrony #1043444 4 months ago |
Screwloose. That name is so perfect. She'd probably be a way better second pet for Dashie than her current second pet: the orange pile of fail known as Scootaloo.
(I actually like Scoots, but she really does fail) |
| misnamed #1043447 4 months ago |
Man, in retrospect, that's really terrible |
| Impious #1043455 4 months ago |
God damn it Misnamed, that made me tear up a little. That's even worse than that fic where Derpy's brain tumor causes her to forget the entire year she spent with him. |
| Spindizzy #1044130 4 months ago |
I'll take a shot:
Darkness fell over the Ponyville Hospital, as it always did, and in the darkness of her room Screwloose lay in her bed atop a shaggy pile of shredded blankets. All around her, the nightly sounds and smells of the hospital reassured her that everything was well: the soft humming and beeping of medical machines, the strong aromas of both flowers and antiseptic, and the reassuring creaking of the building settling after the day's heat. Still only half-asleep, powder blue pony's legs twitched and kicked as she whined softly, thoughts from earlier that day running through her mind. Screwloose vaguely remembered thinking that Nurse-Pink-And-Smells-Like-Cinnamon would like a walk in the park as much as she would, and had waited, like a good dog, beside her door with the "leash" she had found in her mouth. But Nurse-Pink-And-Smells-Like-Cinnamon hadn't called her a good dog. Instead, she'd gently suggested that Screwy should ask her "like a pony" and if she'd really wanted to go to the park. She'd be happy to take Screwy then. It was times like these that Screwy sometimes felt like biting ponies, but she knew that only bad dogs bite, and Screwy was a good dog. She just wished the ponies would tell her so, once in a while. Screwloose could hear the steady tromp of hooves and musical jingling of Blues-Clothes-Jangle-Cuffs from far down the hall, rousing her from her light slumber with a soft, throaty growl. This pony, Screwy didn't like as much as the nurses. He always smelled so tense, and he never seemed to have time to play fetch with her. Needless to say, he never told her she was a good dog either. Allowing herself to drift back off to sleep, Screwloose wondered what tomorrow would bring: whether Nurse-Purply-Flowers would give her back her favorite boot, if she could convince Nurse-Shrill-But-Nice to throw sticks to her, and when she should make her daily visit to the Stallion-In-White-Plaster to cheer him up. Screwy was pretty sure that he would call her a good dog, if he weren't all covered in plaster. Nestling deeper into her ragged bedding and letting out a sigh, Screwball was nearly asleep when her ears twitched, a new and different sound pulling her out of dreamland. It was the sound of hooves on wood. Unfamiliar hooves. Hooves trying to be stealthy. Opening her eyes, Screwy perked up her ears and tilted her head, listening intently as these unfamiliar hooves opened and closed a door. That door didn't open this late. No. This wasn't reassuring. Slipping off her bed, the blue pony shook out her mane and tail and nosed her door open, sticking her head out into the deeper darkness of the hallway before taking a curious sniff. A pegasus? The last pegasi patient, Rainbow-Bored-And-Irritated, had left earlier that day, but sure enough, Screwy recognized the scent as her's. |
| phallen1 #1044522 4 months ago |
She's the shabby frazzled mare
In the clinic over there Who gets loose and runs wild down Cupcake Lane. You better stay away from her! She'll rip your face off, sir! Oooh, I really like her mane. Aaa-OOOO!!! Hengstwolves of Ponyville! Aaa-OOOOOOOOOOooooooooo! |
| Anonymous #1070247 4 months ago |
I demand more fanfic! |
| Anonymous #1081179 4 months ago |
I wanna join her howling. |
| Psychopomf #1081204 4 months ago |
But the real question is how to pair her up with Screwball.
Perhaps Screwloose feels secretly sad about her madness and how nopony understands her since she doesn't make sense. Screwball teaches there is fun in not making sense. And then they go on an adventure or something. |