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Friendship Report: chapter 3

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>Ugh.
>You groggily open your eyes, and lean up from the bed.
>What the… why were you in bed…
>Oh yeah, the fiasco with Fluttershy. There was something else though; who else did you meet…?
>Pinkie Pie!
>Oh shit, Pinkie Pie!
>You look at your watch and your stomach sinks. The treacherous dial read 6PM.
>Fuckfuckfuckfuck
>You hoist yourself out of bed and sprint downstairs, hastily locking up the house, before breaking into a run towards P0nyville.
>You knew deep down that you had already blown it, but you might as well try and make it up to Pinkie Pie. You barely knew her but she seemed like a mare that you could be good friends with.
>You quickly locate Sugarcube Corner, not particularly hard seeing as it was a literal sweethouse that stood out amongst the other residences of P0nyville.
>You reach the door, and with the slightest hesitation, you enter the building.
>Pinkie Pie is standing sadly behind the counter, leaning her head on the counter glumly.
>She barely reacts to your presence as you nervously saunter up to her.
“H-hey Pinkie? Still up for making some cupcakes?”
>”If you didn’t want to be my friend… you could have just said so…”
>Oh fuck, this is bad.
>Pinkie’s eyes well up with tears, and she walks out from behind the counter.
>”I w-waited on you to a-arrive, but you left m-me hanging for three hours-“
“I swear to Celestia, I just overslept! It was an accident!”
>”You obviously didn’t care enough to arrive in time, did you?” Pinkie Pie’s voice grows louder. “You could have just said, “But Pinkie! I don’t want to go to Sugarcube corner!” And you know what? I would have been super-duper ok with that! You’re not the first p0ny who’s rejected my friendship!”
“Pinkie-“
>”Did you come here to hurt my feelings even more? Why would you do that Anon?” Tears are now flowing down the pink earth p0ny’s face. “Just go.”
”I…”
>Pinkie stares at you with guilt inducing eyes, and you reluctantly leave Sugarcube Corner.
>”Watch out!”
>Something small and fast cuts in front of you and you cry out, falling backwards. Pinkie Pie bounds over to your side.
>”What happened?”
“I don’t know, something nearly crashed into me!”
>You pull yourself up, brush yourself down, and investigate the mystery assailant.
>Lying haphazardly before you is a young filly, adorned with a safety helmet. Your initial gladness that the filly decided to bring protection is quickly quelled as you notice her cradling her knee.
“Are you all right kid?"
>”I scraped my knee!” she cries, revealing a small patch of torn skin just below her kneecap.
>Oh Celestia, no!
>There are few evils that can befall a p0ny in these times, and the accursed knee-scrape is by far the most depraved of them.
“Oh fuc-dge, I’m sorry kid.”
>”It also h-hurts when I move my leg!”
>You gently place a hand on the filly’s leg and she winces in pain.
“Sorry kid, but your leg is busted. Do you think you can y’know, fly to the hospital?”
>”I…”
“It’s not that far you know. Just a couple of minutes are all it would take.”
>”But… I can’t fly…”
>Guilt floods your conscience. Of course she couldn’t fly, idiot, why the hay would she be on a scooter then? Now you’ve knocked out the only other way she can get around.
“Do you want me to help you there?”
>The filly looks up at you tearfully. “Y-yes please, mister…?”
“I’m Anon. Anon the human. You are?”
>”My name is S-Scootaloo.”
“Well then Scootaloo, just stay still, and let me carry you.”
>You gently lift the Pegasus up, and turn back round to Pinkie who was glaring at you.
“Which way is the clinic, Pinkie?”
>She sullenly points a hoof in the general direction of where you’re headed, and you set up.
>Scootaloo keeps crying as you walk, then jog, before you flat out sprint along the path to the hospital. >It must be dinner time for the residents of P0nyville, since you encounter hardly anyone, save for a few startled p0nies who were most definitely wondering “who is this and why is it running with a young pegasus?
>You arrive at the hospital, to be greeted by a pink-maned earth p0ny with a bright red cross emblazoned on her flank.
>”Hello, I am Nurse Redheart. What appears to be the prob-“
>Her tone immediately changes when she realises you have an unconventional passenger in your hands.
>”Scootaloo? What happened?”
“She crashed her namesake into me, and I got her here as quickly as possible.
>”Well, it’s a good thing you got her here like you did.” Redheart marches over to a nearby medical trolley, and when she brings it over you gently lower Scootaloo onto it.
>”Just take a seat there, mister-“
“Anon.”
>”Right. Just wait here and I’ll call for you shortly.” The handle of the trolley in her mouth, Redheart wheels Scootaloo through a double set of doors, and you rest yourself into the waiting room chairs.
>Not fifteen minutes later, a cyan-blue pegasus storms through the hospital entrance, and heads straight for the front desk.
>”Where’s Scootaloo!”
>The receptionist beckons her in closer, and has a short, hurried conversation with her. The pegasus, who had a lovely head of long, multicoloured hair, turns to you and storms over.
>This is either going to go extremely well, or absolutely disastrous.
>”The buck did you do to Scootaloo!”
>Guess it’s the latter…
“Ah, you must be Scootaloo’s mother.”
>The pegasus frowns at you. “What? Are calling me old, monkey?”
“Now now, let’s not devolve into insults over what is clearly a misunderstanding. And I have a name, you know. Anon, is what I go by.”
>”Well “Anon”, you better explain or I’ll make you feel pain!”
“Well, I had just left Sugarcube Corner when Scootaloo cut in front of me. She crashed, I brought her here, end of story. How about telling me your name?”
>”I’m Rainbow Dash. The Rainbow Dash. And I’m not Scootaloo’s mom, idiot.”
>Rainbow Dash hovers up until her eyes are level with yours. “If I find Scootaloo is badly injured, I will not pull any punches. You hear me, monkey boy?”
“Loud and clear.” You say, sweat pouring down the back of your neck.
>Rainbow Dash squints at you, before fluttering over to the opposite side of the waiting room.
>Your mind begins to wander, and panic besets you. What if Scootaloo was hurt more than you though? You knew the p0nies would blame you… especially Rainbow Dash here.
>One badly timed step could have cost you any potential friends you could make… and could also have made you new enemies in the process…

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>Ugh. 
>You groggily open your eyes, and lean up from the bed.
>What the… why were you in bed…
>Oh yeah, the fiasco with Fluttershy. There was something else though; who else did you meet…?
>Pinkie Pie! 
>Oh shit, Pinkie Pie!
>You look at your watch and your stomach sinks. The treacherous dial read 6PM. 
>Fuckfuckfuckfuck
>You hoist yourself out of bed and sprint downstairs, hastily locking up the house, before breaking into a run towards P0nyville.
>You knew deep down that you had already blown it, but you might as well try and make it up to Pinkie Pie. You barely knew her but she seemed like a mare that you could be good friends with. 
>You quickly locate Sugarcube Corner, not particularly hard seeing as it was a literal sweethouse that stood out amongst the other residences of P0nyville.
>You reach the door, and with the slightest hesitation, you enter the building.
>Pinkie Pie is standing sadly behind the counter, leaning her head on the counter glumly. 
>She barely reacts to your presence as you nervously saunter up to her.
“H-hey Pinkie? Still up for making some cupcakes?”
>”If you didn’t want to be my friend… you could have just said so…”
>Oh fuck, this is bad.
>Pinkie’s eyes well up with tears, and she walks out from behind the counter.
>”I w-waited on you to a-arrive, but you left m-me hanging for three hours-“
“I swear to Celestia, I just overslept! It was an accident!”
>”You obviously didn’t care enough to arrive in time, did you?” Pinkie Pie’s voice grows louder. “You could have just said, “But Pinkie! I don’t want to go to Sugarcube corner!” And you know what? I would have been super-duper ok with that! You’re not the first p0ny who’s rejected my friendship!”
“Pinkie-“
>”Did you come here to hurt my feelings even more? Why would you do that Anon?” Tears are now flowing down the pink earth p0ny’s face. “Just go.”
”I…”
>Pinkie stares at you with guilt inducing eyes, and you reluctantly leave Sugarcube Corner. 
>”Watch out!”
>Something small and fast cuts in front of you and you cry out, falling backwards. Pinkie Pie bounds over to your side.
>”What happened?”
“I don’t know, something nearly crashed into me!”
>You pull yourself up, brush yourself down, and investigate the mystery assailant.
>Lying haphazardly before you is a young filly, adorned with a safety helmet. Your initial gladness that the filly decided to bring protection is quickly quelled as you notice her cradling her knee.
“Are you all right kid?"
>”I scraped my knee!” she cries, revealing a small patch of torn skin just below her kneecap.
>Oh Celestia, no!
>There are few evils that can befall a p0ny in these times, and the accursed knee-scrape is by far the most depraved of them. 
“Oh fuc-dge, I’m sorry kid.”
>”It also h-hurts when I move my leg!”
>You gently place a hand on the filly’s leg and she winces in pain. 
“Sorry kid, but your leg is busted. Do you think you can y’know, fly to the hospital?”
>”I…”
“It’s not that far you know. Just a couple of minutes are all it would take.”
>”But… I can’t fly…”
>Guilt floods your conscience. Of course she couldn’t fly, idiot, why the hay would she be on a scooter then? Now you’ve knocked out the only other way she can get around. 
“Do you want me to help you there?”
>The filly looks up at you tearfully. “Y-yes please, mister…?”
“I’m Anon. Anon the human. You are?”
>”My name is S-Scootaloo.”
“Well then Scootaloo, just stay still, and let me carry you.” 
>You gently lift the Pegasus up, and turn back round to Pinkie who was glaring at you.
“Which way is the clinic, Pinkie?”
>She sullenly points a hoof in the general direction of where you’re headed, and you set up.
>Scootaloo keeps crying as you walk, then jog, before you flat out sprint along the path to the hospital. >It must be dinner time for the residents of P0nyville, since you encounter hardly anyone, save for a few startled p0nies who were most definitely wondering “who is this and why is it running with a young pegasus? 
>You arrive at the hospital, to be greeted by a pink-maned earth p0ny with a bright red cross emblazoned on her flank.
>”Hello, I am Nurse Redheart. What appears to be the prob-“
>Her tone immediately changes when she realises you have an unconventional passenger in your hands.
>”Scootaloo? What happened?”
“She crashed her namesake into me, and I got her here as quickly as possible. 
>”Well, it’s a good thing you got her here like you did.” Redheart marches over to a nearby medical trolley, and when she brings it over you gently lower Scootaloo onto it.
>”Just take a seat there, mister-“
“Anon.”
>”Right. Just wait here and I’ll call for you shortly.” The handle of the trolley in her mouth, Redheart wheels Scootaloo through a double set of doors, and you rest yourself into the waiting room chairs. 
>Not fifteen minutes later, a cyan-blue pegasus storms through the hospital entrance, and heads straight for the front desk.
>”Where’s Scootaloo!”
>The receptionist beckons her in closer, and has a short, hurried conversation with her. The pegasus, who had a lovely head of long, multicoloured hair, turns to you and storms over.
>This is either going to go extremely well, or absolutely disastrous. 
>”The buck did you do to Scootaloo!”
>Guess it’s the latter…
“Ah, you must be Scootaloo’s mother.”
>The pegasus frowns at you. “What? Are calling me old, monkey?”
“Now now, let’s not devolve into insults over what is clearly a misunderstanding. And I have a name, you know. Anon, is what I go by.”
>”Well “Anon”, you better explain or I’ll make you feel pain!”
“Well, I had just left  Sugarcube Corner when Scootaloo cut in front of me. She crashed, I brought her here, end of story. How about telling me your name?”
>”I’m Rainbow Dash. The Rainbow Dash. And I’m not Scootaloo’s mom, idiot.”
>Rainbow Dash hovers up until her eyes are level with yours. “If I find Scootaloo is badly injured, I will not pull any punches. You hear me, monkey boy?”
“Loud and clear.” You say, sweat pouring down the back of your neck.
>Rainbow Dash squints at you, before fluttering over to the opposite side of the waiting room.
>Your mind begins to wander, and panic besets you. What if Scootaloo was hurt more than you though? You knew the p0nies would blame you… especially Rainbow Dash here. 
>One badly timed step could have cost you any potential friends you could make… and could also have made you new enemies in the process…

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