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# Homeless Scootaloo One Shot

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1. >You are Scootaloo.
2. >You're homeless.
3. >But, at least you're not alone out here.
4. >"Alright Scootsy, what've ya got?" says the tall man you met a few weeks ago.
5. >You don't really know what he is. He stands on two legs, like Diamond Dogs and Minotaurs, but the only hair he has is on his head and face.
6. >He's old, too. You can see the lines all over his face whenever he smiles. Though, you can't really see the smile through all that beard hair.
7. "Uh.. well I got four bits over near the corner of Emmerson and Fleet."
8. >He smiles through that massive, scruffy beard of his and gives you a nod.
9. >"That there's good, Scoots. See? Now didn't I tell ya that blowin' on that harmonica of yers would be good us?"
10. >You give a shy smile and nod to him, your wings fluttering a bit.
11. >He had this little harmonica in his backpack, and he asked if you could play.
12. >You told him yes, even though you really couldn't. Still, it was pretty fun to just blow into it here and there, and a few ponies put money into your hat when you were on the other side of town.
13. "Yeah. I guess you were right, huh?"
14. >"Sure as sure was."
15. "What about you, did you make any money?"
16. >Anonymous adjusts his pack, sighing.
17. >"Fraid not, Scooter. Seems folks over on the other side of town didn't take too kindly to me."
18. "Aw... well, that's okay. Here."
19. >You take to of your bits and hoof them over to him, holding them out for him to take.
20. >He just shakes his head and smiles.
21. >"Nope. You earned it, kiddo. C'mon. Let's go get some grub."
23. -------
25. >It's nice that four bits can get you enough food for the night.
26. >A tomato, banana, and one cup of oats.
27. >You really liked the oats.
28. >You asked Anonymous if he wanted to share the oats with you, but he just waved you off with a throaty chuckle. Something about them not being too good for him.
29. >He likes the tomato though, and he's been taking off thin slices with his pocket knife and eating them slow.
30. >You, you're digging into that banana like nopony's business.
31. >This mostly just makes Anonymous laugh, his whiskers twitching as he does so.
32. "Say Anon," you chew out between bites of the banana, "What're we going to do for tonight?"
33. >"Hmm?" his beard seems to ask.
34. "Do you got a place to sleep?"
35. >"Oh sure, got a nice box over on 7th I like to use. Found a mattress on the corner, took the cushions fer pillows! Not a palace 'r' nothin', but she'll do for ya I think."
36. "Me?"
37. >"Mmhm! Can't just let ya sleep out on the street all by yerself, Scootsy, and it ain't big enough fer the both of us. You can have it tonight."
38. "Aww... thanks, Anon."
39. >"Aw now don't worry, ain't no trouble. Now go on, get to eatin'. Nothin' worse than sleepin' on an empty stomach, let me tell ya."
40. >Nodding, you finish your food.
41. >It had been a while since you slept on something soft. You missed beds.
42. >But this box of Anon's was nice, and cozy.
43. >And you weren't alone.
44. >And you didn't know for sure... but you think he was happy to not be alone too.
46. -------
48. >It was kind of hard to wake up Anonymous this morning.
49. >You shook him for a bit, and you got kind of worried, but he must just be a really heavy sleeper because he woke up, blinking a lot. Still, he smiled when he saw you. Must be weird not sleeping in your box...
50. >He says that the cold nights make his bones creak. Makes sense, it get awful cold after sunset.
51. >The two of you wandered about the city for a while, before you came up with an idea.
52. >You really hoped it was a good one.
53. "Anon?" you ask him as he blows on the harmonica he lent you before.
54. >"What's on yer mind, Scooter?"
55. "Well, I got to thinking. It's gonna get colder and colder as winter comes, right?"
56. >He gives a grunt of confirmation, wiggling his whiskers. "That's right, Scootaloo. Gonna get coldaloo in the winterloo soonaloo."
57. "Right, so I was thinking we could-... what are you doing?"
58. >"What'cha mean?"
59. "What was all that? You were saying those words funny."
60. >"I don't really know what you're reffering to-a-loo."
61. >He gives a bushy smile before blowing into his harmonica again. You try to stifle a giggle yourself.
62. "C'mon, cut it out, I have a good idea!"
63. >"Well, I'm all ears, Scoots. Let me hearaloo it."
64. "Stooooop!"
65. >You smack his legs with your hooves, and he chuckles.
66. >"Okay okay, ya got me. Now. What's the big idea of yers?"
67. "What if we... you know... snuck on a train and just went South?"
68. >"Hmm?"
69. "Yeah! We could sneak on and just.. ride to where it's warmer! What do you think?"
70. >He smiles
72. -------
74. >You keep wondering when this train will come to a stop.
75. >It's been driving down the countryside for days now, you think.
76. >You and Anon have been hiding in a box car near the back of the train for some time now. Found some blankets, too, so the nights are easier.
77. >Anon's been coughing a lot lately... he wakes up tired more often now, too.
78. >Hopefully, when you two get somewhere, you can find a nice warm place to stay.
79. >One night, the two of you were laying near the door of the train, watching the night go by.
80. >It was really nice out, that night.
81. "Hey, Anon?"
82. >...
83. "Anon?"
84. >"Hmm?...Sorry, Scooter... just tired."
85. "Oh. Sorry. I was just wondering... if you could do anything, what would it be?"
86. >He gets real quiet after that... but answers.
87. >"Why... I'd like to fly, I thinks. Yeah... just spread some big wings, and fly off into the sky all majestic like..."
88. "Hehe... that's cool... I hope one day I'll fly really well."
89. >"Scoots, I bet you could do anything ya darn near wanted to do if ya tried hard enough."
90. "Really?"
91. >"Really."
92. >You smiled at that. It'd been a long time since someone had told you that you could fly one day...
93. >A few more days pass, and the train does come to a stop.
94. >Place called Ponyville. You'd never heard of it before.
95. >But it was sunny, and warm.. and had nice ponies.
96. >...
97. >...You're sure Anon would have really liked it here.
98. >But one morning... he just didn't get up.
99. >...that day was a bad one.
100. >But eventually, you smiled.
101. >He'd want you to.
103. End.

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>You are Scootaloo. >You're homeless. >But, at least you're not alone out here. >"Alright Scootsy, what've ya got?" says the tall man you met a few weeks ago. >You don't really know what he is. He stands on two legs, like Diamond Dogs and Minotaurs, but the only hair he has is on his head and face. >He's old, too. You can see the lines all over his face whenever he smiles. Though, you can't really see the smile through all that beard hair. "Uh.. well I got four bits over near the corner of Emmerson and Fleet." >He smiles through that massive, scruffy beard of his and gives you a nod. >"That there's good, Scoots. See? Now didn't I tell ya that blowin' on that harmonica of yers would be good us?" >You give a shy smile and nod to him, your wings fluttering a bit. >He had this little harmonica in his backpack, and he asked if you could play. >You told him yes, even though you really couldn't. Still, it was pretty fun to just blow into it here and there, and a few ponies put money into your hat when you were on the other side of town. "Yeah. I guess you were right, huh?" >"Sure as sure was." "What about you, did you make any money?" >Anonymous adjusts his pack, sighing. >"Fraid not, Scooter. Seems folks over on the other side of town didn't take too kindly to me." "Aw... well, that's okay. Here." >You take to of your bits and hoof them over to him, holding them out for him to take. >He just shakes his head and smiles. >"Nope. You earned it, kiddo. C'mon. Let's go get some grub." ------- >It's nice that four bits can get you enough food for the night. >A tomato, banana, and one cup of oats. >You really liked the oats. >You asked Anonymous if he wanted to share the oats with you, but he just waved you off with a throaty chuckle. Something about them not being too good for him. >He likes the tomato though, and he's been taking off thin slices with his pocket knife and eating them slow. >You, you're digging into that banana like nopony's business. >This mostly just makes Anonymous laugh, his whiskers twitching as he does so. "Say Anon," you chew out between bites of the banana, "What're we going to do for tonight?" >"Hmm?" his beard seems to ask. "Do you got a place to sleep?" >"Oh sure, got a nice box over on 7th I like to use. Found a mattress on the corner, took the cushions fer pillows! Not a palace 'r' nothin', but she'll do for ya I think." "Me?" >"Mmhm! Can't just let ya sleep out on the street all by yerself, Scootsy, and it ain't big enough fer the both of us. You can have it tonight." "Aww... thanks, Anon." >"Aw now don't worry, ain't no trouble. Now go on, get to eatin'. Nothin' worse than sleepin' on an empty stomach, let me tell ya." >Nodding, you finish your food. >It had been a while since you slept on something soft. You missed beds. >But this box of Anon's was nice, and cozy. >And you weren't alone. >And you didn't know for sure... but you think he was happy to not be alone too. ------- >It was kind of hard to wake up Anonymous this morning. >You shook him for a bit, and you got kind of worried, but he must just be a really heavy sleeper because he woke up, blinking a lot. Still, he smiled when he saw you. Must be weird not sleeping in your box... >He says that the cold nights make his bones creak. Makes sense, it get awful cold after sunset. >The two of you wandered about the city for a while, before you came up with an idea. >You really hoped it was a good one. "Anon?" you ask him as he blows on the harmonica he lent you before. >"What's on yer mind, Scooter?" "Well, I got to thinking. It's gonna get colder and colder as winter comes, right?" >He gives a grunt of confirmation, wiggling his whiskers. "That's right, Scootaloo. Gonna get coldaloo in the winterloo soonaloo." "Right, so I was thinking we could-... what are you doing?" >"What'cha mean?" "What was all that? You were saying those words funny." >"I don't really know what you're reffering to-a-loo." >He gives a bushy smile before blowing into his harmonica again. You try to stifle a giggle yourself. "C'mon, cut it out, I have a good idea!" >"Well, I'm all ears, Scoots. Let me hearaloo it." "Stooooop!" >You smack his legs with your hooves, and he chuckles. >"Okay okay, ya got me. Now. What's the big idea of yers?" "What if we... you know... snuck on a train and just went South?" >"Hmm?" "Yeah! We could sneak on and just.. ride to where it's warmer! What do you think?" >He smiles ------- >You keep wondering when this train will come to a stop. >It's been driving down the countryside for days now, you think. >You and Anon have been hiding in a box car near the back of the train for some time now. Found some blankets, too, so the nights are easier. >Anon's been coughing a lot lately... he wakes up tired more often now, too. >Hopefully, when you two get somewhere, you can find a nice warm place to stay. >One night, the two of you were laying near the door of the train, watching the night go by. >It was really nice out, that night. "Hey, Anon?" >... "Anon?" >"Hmm?...Sorry, Scooter... just tired." "Oh. Sorry. I was just wondering... if you could do anything, what would it be?" >He gets real quiet after that... but answers. >"Why... I'd like to fly, I thinks. Yeah... just spread some big wings, and fly off into the sky all majestic like..." "Hehe... that's cool... I hope one day I'll fly really well." >"Scoots, I bet you could do anything ya darn near wanted to do if ya tried hard enough." "Really?" >"Really." >You smiled at that. It'd been a long time since someone had told you that you could fly one day... >A few more days pass, and the train does come to a stop. >Place called Ponyville. You'd never heard of it before. >But it was sunny, and warm.. and had nice ponies. >... >...You're sure Anon would have really liked it here. >But one morning... he just didn't get up. >...that day was a bad one. >But eventually, you smiled. >He'd want you to. End.