The moon was chillingly beautiful. The young filly watched it silently; a rare moment of reverence for her normally exuberant personality. A chill ran through her tiny frame and she pulled the thin material closer around her fledgling wings, trying to trap her frail body heat beneath the scarlet cape and emblem. A smile pulled at the corner of her mouth as her lavender eyes caught sight of the insigna. The symbol glittered in the moonlight, tendrils of frost having begun to collect on the surface of the cape. Winter was coming - and soon.
Her eyes fell away from the frost as she dismissed it. So what if it was cold? The filly nestled closer betwixt the wooden beams of her residence and closed her eyes tight in defiance. There was no time to worry about that now. Now it was time to sleep. Every filly knew the moon meant that, and even she didn’t have the energy to fight its silent nocturne. “Goodnight, mom. Goodnight, dad. I love you…” she called out softly. The answer was the same every night. Silence; only broken by the creaking of the aged structure warping with the change of season. The eerie creaks of the empty room would have frightened most, but this was her clubhouse. Unknown to her two best friends, it had also been her home for several months now.
Scootaloo curled into herself and tried to will herself to sleep before the cold could set in and keep her awake. Fitful hours passed before she hazy lapse into unconsciousness took her trembling body, and with a final exhale of steam rising from her mouth she fell asleep.
Sunrise brought with it a new world. The tiny frost crystals had seemingly taken seed and overtaken the landscape. It was as if the world had been waiting too long for too little and suddenly allowed its need to flood the earth with a bone chilling cold. Dawn cascaded through the foliage surrounding the small structure, the gentle rays illuminating everything but the tiny huddled figure in the farthest corner of its shelter.
As early as it was, she would not expect anypony to be out looking for her. The gentle nudge that slowly brought her to consciousness came as a shock, and she started as her eyes snapped open and rose to meet the gaze of the mare looming over her. A yelp broke forth from her as she tried to push herself to her feet and clamber back away from the stranger. “What the hay?! Who are you?!” She cried, eyes widening as the adult took a step closer. As the surprise wore off, her tone turned to annoyance as she took note the sun had not even barely risen yet through the clubhouse window. “What the hay lady, why’d you wake me up? The sun isn’t even all the way up!”
Only then, taking back control of her situation did the filly take a good look at the stranger. The mare looked like an Alicorn, old and worn far past even what Celestia looked like. Her pelt had faded drastically through age and had a dull luster of muted grey to it. Her wings hung low at her sides now, the feathers thin and barren; only soft down clinging to them. Her mane shone no stars or celestial decadence, but draped around her like a white cowl, solemn and straight. What took Scootaloo aback the most was the horn. It had been snapped in two, with thin hairline cracks running through it. They all fell to a point just above her eyes; the saddest brown eyes that Scootaloo had ever seen, that had fixated down upon her.
Meeting those eyes caused a lump to rise in her throat, and she struggled to swallow it before wrenching her gaze away and casting a sidelong glance at the Alicorn. “W-who…who are you…and w-why’d you wake me up?” The mare stood silent for a few moments more before she closed her eyes and bowed her head, shaking it slowly. “Scootaloo…I’m so sorry…b-” “How’d you know my name?!” The mare winced at the outburst before stomping a hoof resolutely to silence the filly and continue. “I’m so sorry…sweetie…I didn’t wake you. You never woke up this morning.”
The tension in the air almost made her choke on the lump. Tears stung her eyes as she shook her head and took another step back. “You’re lying.” she whispered, her voice unintentionally harsh as she continued to back away. It was then her hoof hit something solid. She expected the sound of it meeting wood, but it only made a dull thud as it collided with the object. Slowly, she turned her head to see what it was. She felt ill as her heart fell deep into her stomach and she stared, transfixed at the tiny bundle that lie there. It was wrapped in her cape. Its visage was marred by the violet tendrils of its mane. It was her, and it wasn’t breathing anymore.
shit i cant take the sad! but i love it!
even all of these emotes can't show all of my sadness right now
... scootaloo? Scootaloo!? SCOOOOOOTTTTAAALLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
So....Sad.....Must....read....on....
Not to seem insensitive but that didn't make me cry .
i read the frist three paragreas and was like FUCK THIS SHIT I LIKE SCOOTS TO MUCH TO READ ABOUT HER DYING.
one sleepless night later.
must read to have resilotion.
be a man damn it
This was a beautiful story. It has brough me closer to tears I've ever been in years. I'm just ready to open up and cry. Thank you. It is sad, it is something that is extremely hard to read, but it's a beautiful story none the less. It pains me to see how this story unraveled, even more concidering the fact that I actually can relate to her, never having known my parents, but that's not a story for others to know. Rest in Peace, Scootaloo, and Long Live your spirit.
I actually don't get this story...
But it's pretty
...GONNA... STAY... STRONG!!!
I've read this on Deviantart, one of the fic that makes me cry like baby other that My Little Dashie. I's nice to see it here. But what happen with the The Last Dream of A Filly tittle? I think it's great title.
Wow, it gave me chills... But it really good!
Subtle Game of Thrones reference. Very nice!
other than that...
OH GOD, ITS SO FUCKING SAD!!!!!!
I've read this fanfic before. My brother was sitting next to me playing CoD so it was the hardest thing I've possibly done not to cry. I didn't, but many parts of the story made tears go a mm close to rolling down my eye... Confound these fanfics. They lead me to feel like shit...
... to soon?
I gotta admit it's sad. Oddly enough it didn't make me cry. Even when I saw a reading of the story on Youtube. Meaning My Little Dashie and the reading on Youtube of Execution Of Derpy Whooves are the only ones to truly make me cry. But this is beautifully done. Is it weird I prefer to read this then Execution Of Derpy Whooves? Only a sad emoticon for this. Cause I see beauty in this story.
3853200 Out of curiosity, do you know where to find the reading for this on YouTube? I tried searching multiple times, but I couldn't find it.
I really hate people comparing this to the absolute tripe that is My Little Dashie.
This is an actually good fic.
I'm going to do a reading of this when I have my recording stuff.
Why did she fall asleep in the middle of winter? I'm assuming that's what killed her, frozen to death?
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I'm assuming that the author is of the "Scootaloo is an orphan" school of thought
& Scootaloo fell asleep outdoors because she had no home
Damn, ain't that a bitch? Froze to death. Well, at least she only die in her sleep. Which is a far less worse way to die. But no less sad and tragic either.
scootsy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Imma make a series soon on each chapter if your interested