A/N: It seems Lord Rage Quit has allowed this chapter to be posted sooner. Everypony say thanks to him! (Seriously, say thanks to him in your reviews, or I'll find you)

Because of how the last chapter ended, this will be a 'Scootaloo' chapter, focusing on her reuniting with her real parents, and all the yelling that (may) follow.

Review Answering time:

Lord Rage Quit - Not very many ponies do like Trixie, so I can understand that. I'm one of only two at my school who do like her (I like her as well, but I don't technically attend H.R.'s school, so he can't say three). And for your love of Scootaloo (Please tell us that's a figurative love, and you don't clop), there might be a chicken joke, but I doubt it.

Anyways, chapters this week might be a little slower, because I've got 12 hours of community service, which I'm working off at the local animal shelter after school (No ponies L it disappointed us) so I'm nowhere near a computer from 4-6 p.m.. Other than that, I'm always trying to write it, but sometimes, like right now, I have writers block when I'm typing the story up, so a single chapter can take anywhere from a few hours to a few days to write, which is why this one is taking forever.

NOTE: I do not own MLP or most of the characters used herein. MLP is the property of Lauren Faust and Hasbro.

And so we go

Twilight knew she should have stopped after her 7th one of Pinkie's "Derpy Hooves" shots (Who knew that Sambuca, Fireball, and Gin could cause a pony to do the unmentionable things that Twilight had done last night?), and now she was paying for it with a massive headache that was only made worse by Crimson Dawn's refusal to stop crying. While Twilight was trying to quiet the crying foal, Midnight Rumble answered a knock on the door to Twilight's rooms.

"Can I help you?" his deep voice rumbled to the orange pegasus standing before him.

"I was looking for Twilight. Is she in at the moment?" Scootaloo responded.

"One second" The door quietly shut, leaving Scootaloo waiting in the hall.

"Mistress, there is a visitor for you," Rumble informed Twilight. Relief flashed across her face.

"Thank you for telling me this. I will see to this guest immediately. In the meantime, could you try to get Dawn to stop crying? Nothing I've tried has worked."

"As you wish, Mistress," the golem responded, immediately walked over to the crib, and looked down in it. Dawn instantly stopped laughing and started giggling at the sight of the stone face looking down at her. Twilight shook her head as she opened the door, wondering how the golem did it so easily. She was surprised to see Scootaloo waiting for her.

"What brings you here, Scootaloo?" Twilight asked.

"I'm looking for Pinkie Pie. Do you happen to know where she is?" The orange pegasus replied.

"Why are you looking for her?"

"I'm going to get some cupcakes for my parents, and she makes the best around. Can you please tell me where she is?"

"Oh, well, she's at Sugarcube Cavern right now," the purple Alicorn barely had time to finish her sentence before Scootaloo was flying down the tunnel on her scooter (Which she had pulled out of nowhere, further proving that she was Pinkie Pie's daughter).

Almost as an after thought, Scootaloo yelled over her shoulder, "Thanks Twilight!"

Twilight could only laugh at the orange pegasus' antics, until she remembered something very important: Scootaloo's adoptive parents had died in the gryphon attack on Ponyville and their bodies had never been recovered. So how could she be taking them cupcakes? Then Twilight recalled something she had seen out of the corner of her eye at Underground the night before: an orange pegasus with a brightly glowing (Due to the black lights) pink/purple mane.

Meanwhile, at Sugarcube Cavern…

"And I guess that's how I became a filly fooler," the pink mare concluded.

H.R. was truly surprised that he hadn't seen any of what had led her to prefer mares over stallions, but he could not say that he was surprised that she was a filly fooler. He prepared to respond to Pinkie's story when she started shaking uncontrollably, causing H.R. to think she was having a seizure.

Pinkie just waved him off while saying, "Don't worry. This is part of my 'Pinkie Sense'. It just means that there's a doozy coming."

"What do you mean, a 'doozy'?"

At that moment, there was a knock heard at the door to Pinkie's personal room. Pinkie quickly moved to open the door for whoever it was that had come to visit. She was startled when Scootaloo leaped forward and put her in a rib-crushing hug (Also a Pie family specialty).

"Scootaloo, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with your parents?"

"What do you mean? I am with my parents."

"Do you mean they're waiting out in the foyer?"

Scootaloo shook her head. Pinkie then received a very brief mental message from Twilight, only containing two words: She knows. This brought mixed feelings of happiness and panic; happiness, because she could now be completely honest with Scootaloo about everything, and panic, because she was sure that Scootaloo's adoptive parents would have the court revoke her permission to see her daughter.

"How did you find out?" the party pony asked, concern in her voice.

"I overheard him talking to you at Underground last night during my shift," Scootaloo said, pointing her hoof at H.R., "Are you truly my father?"

"Yes I am."

"Then that means you were telling the truth about watching over us?" H.R. nodded. "If that's the case, then that means you were disguised to keep us from recognizing you. Am I correct?"

"Eeyup," the completely dull inflection on that single word said more than the word itself. Both mares only knew of one stallion who could say that one word with so little character.

Pinkie was the first to break the silence, "How long have you been Big Mac?"

"About 20 years," H.R. answered truthfully, hoping they wouldn't ask why he had chosen to impersonate him. But a certain law of Reality (Discovered several million years ago by a bipedal race called 'Humans', known as Murphy's law) kicked in, making one of them ask.

"Why did you choose Big Mac?" Scootaloo asked.

H.R. sighed and began, "When he was younger, Big Mac used to love going into the Everfree by himself for hours at a time. At least, that's what he let everypony believe. In reality, he was going to talk to me. You see, it was quite by accident that he met me. I had been napping in a tree, which means I was in my true form because changeling magic doesn't work when the Changeling is asleep, and he found me while I was asleep. Not knowing what I was, he managed to knock me down and tie me up before I was even fully awake. When I finally woke up fully, he started asking me questions that I answered to the best of my abilities. He untied me after about an hour of questions, knowing that I wouldn't do anything to harm him, and started talking to me like an actual pony. We began to have conversations like that every day for about 4 years.

"Then, one day, he arrived at our usual meeting spot before I did. I don't know exactly what happened, but when I got there he had been beaten almost to death, and I could tell he wasn't going to last much longer. He seemed to know this as well, but he didn't cry. Even at such a young age, he was unnaturally quiet," H.R. tapped his lips with his hoof, looking very pensive, "Anyways, since he knew I could shape shift, he asked if I would do him a favor and live as him so his parents wouldn't have to face the lost of their only son and AJ wouldn't have to deal with losing her brother. I promised him I would, and that allowed him to die with a smile on his face."

The two mares were stunned speechless at the story, and Pinkie had some tears in her eyes.

H.R. continued to speak, "Once Equestria is back under pony control, I plan on telling the Apple family what really happened to Big Mac, and I will show them where I buried him."