Butterscotch knocked the Sweet Apple Acres door, an experience few ever got.

“Who’s there?” said Applejack, who was right by the door.

“Butterscotch.”

Hoofstep sounds could be heard going away from the door.

“Wait! I have a good explanation!”

Meanwhile, Applejack was in the kitchen wondering if apple pie every other breakfast was really a good idea.

“Is this even locked?” Butterscotch tried to open the door. “Okay, so it is locked. But if you can still hear me, let me in! I have a legitimate reason for coming here!”

Applejack commenced the production of an apple sandwich.

“I swear I won’t do anything to Big Mac if that’s what you’re worried about! Let me in!”

Applejack continued the aforementioned production.

“Okay, so I’ve voyeured on your brother before, maybe you think that’s a little creepy. But if don’t let me in, then bad stuff will happen like... um... I’ll break in! With an axe!”

Applejack thought about how slicing an apple like a tomato, like she was doing now, was slightly unusual.

“Okay, I don’t own an axe and I don’t know where I’d get one. And I wouldn’t destroy something Big Mac wouldn’t want me to. But this is the last scene where they artificially put characters together! And it’s us! You wouldn’t want to miss that, would you?”

Applejack wondered how much of her teachings, as they were, made it to Twilight unmodified.

“The last scene?” Twilight said, watching this chapter live on television. “So they did listen! Either that or it’s a coincidence.”

“You should ask which letter they liked better,” Spike said.

“I’ll do that right now.”

“Come on! Sure, I’m a creepy stalker, but I’m still your friend, right?”

Applejack finished up the sandwich.

“Okay, so I’m like every other Big Mac fangirl around here... okay, I’ll say it, stalker, except I’ve been on a game show, but come on! Big Mac likes me... okay, he dislikes me a bit, but Apple Bloom... um... I don’t know how she feels about me, so let me in!”

Applejack began sandwich consumption.

“What about Granny Smith? She’s still alive, right? She must care about me.”

Applejack continued sandwich consumption.

“I don’t know what you’re doing in there, but you should be letting me in.”

Moar nomming happened.

“You’re losing lines by not answering me, you know.”

Applejack got a strainer because they were out of plates, put her sandwich in it, and answered the door.

“What do you want?”

“I said, it’s our contracts.”

“Well, Ah’ve been in the scene, so can Ah finish what Ah’m doin’ now?”

“Technically, I guess, but I was thinking—”

Applejack slammed the door and returned to the kitchen. Butterscotch came in anyway, as she forgot to lock it. She went into the kitchen.

“Applejack?”

“Mmyeh?” Applejack tried to say “yeah” with sandwich in her mouth.

“Is it okay if I make physical contact with Big Mac?”

Applejack swallowed the sandwich bite. “That’s up to him.”

“Okay.”

And so Butterscotch walked up some stairs to Big Mac’s room. She tried opening the door, but it was locked, so she knocked. Big Mac paused Minecraft and answered it.

“Hi, Big Mac. Can I touch you?”

“Why?”

“Because... um... I actually expected you to say no and slam the door. It’s because I was here anyway and Applejack won’t do a scene, so I was wondering—”

Big Mac put a leg behind Butterscotch’s neck and forced her into a passionate kiss lasting a few seconds. He pulled her into the room and closed the door.

“I always knew you were different from the others—”

“Butterscotch?” Applejack said.

“Huh?”

“You gonna go over there or are you just gonna stand there lookin’ lost in thought?”

“Um, yeah, I’m gonna go over there.”

And so Butterscotch walked up some stairs to Big Mac’s room. She tried opening the door, but it was locked, so she knocked. Big Mac paused Minecraft and answered it.

“Hi, Big Mac. Can I touch you?”

“Why?”

“Because... um... I actually expected you to say no and slam the door. It’s because I was here anyway and Applejack won’t do a scene, so I was wondering—”

“I’m busy.”

Butterscotch tilted her head. “You’re playing Minecraft.”

“And? So?”

“Not that I’m insulting your judgment of—never mind, I am—but that’s not work.”

Big Mac stared into her eyes in the scary way and not the romantic way. “Do you dare question the judgment of Big Macintosh Apple?”

Butterscotch inhaled heavily and curled up into a ball. “I’m sorry, Big Mac... don’t kill me, I know you’re infallible, killing me won’t help anypony....”

Big Mac put his hoof about twenty centimetres above Butterscotch’s head.

“Look, I know what I did was wrong, I know why it was wrong, so if you could spare my life, that’d be pretty cool....”

Big Mac stood normally and looked at her normally. “I’m just messing with you, Butterscotch.”

Hearing Big Mac use her name like that nearly made her faint. “Really?”

“Eeyup.”

Hearing that compounded what she already felt and did make her faint. In the meantime, Big Mac did nothing, as that was the extent of what he could do until he finally chose a block. The sound of Butterscotch standing up made him come back over.

“You’re, like, one level below Fluttershy. What kind of a bastard am I that Big Mac messes with me? Really.”

“You’re just another fangirl to me. I don’t think of you as any different from all the other ones.”

“I know, but if—”

Big Mac slammed the door.

“How can I get him to like me? I don’t know, Butterscotch, why would I know that? I don’t know, I thought you might know something I don’t. But I’m you. Anyway, there has to be some way I can get him to like and/or physically be in contact with me. There was that time with the hoofshake where he touched me, but obviously he would’ve done that with anypony, and there’s that time he carried me that he would’ve done with anypony... I don’t know, I can’t find a pattern.

“Let’s see, why does he hate me? Well, I secretly watch and clop to him apple-bucking. I’m sure that’s one thing. Well, he’s never said he doesn’t like it. But if he doesn’t like that, that can’t be the only thing anyway....”

Meanwhile downstairs, Applejack was still eating.

“This apple sandwich idea wasn’t very good,” Applejack said to herself.

“Maybe you should trah some different kahnds ah apples,” Apple Bloom said, also to Applejack.

“Apple Bloom? Ah thought you were upstairs.”

“That was the old Apple Bloom, AJ. Ah’m a different pony now.”

“Ahkay....”

Butterscotch entered.

“Hi, Butterscotch,” they said.

“Big Mac doesn’t like me. I mean, I knew that before, but I can’t think of any ways to make him not not like me.”

“Stop bein’ creepy?” Applejack said.

“Okay, but seriously.”

“Well, Ah dunno what Ah can tell ya. That’s what he hates ya for, so stop doin’ that.”

“Well, if he wouldn’t want me to do it... but it’s so tempting and irresistible and stuff.”

“So? Ah can resist stuff just fine, you can too.”

“You rape your girlfriend sometimes, are you really the best model for that?”

“Yes.”

“I disagree.”

“Then Apple Bloom can decahde.”

They both turned to Apple Bloom.

“This is gonna sound weird, but Ah think Butterscotch is raht.”

“Seriously?” Applejack said.

“Seriously,” Apple Bloom said.

“If you don’ agree with me, you can spend the naht with Scootaloo.”

“Ah’ll ask Big Mac how he feels about that.”

“Hey, remember when Granny Smith did anythin’? Ever?”

“Yeah. Good tahmes.”

Silence.

“I’m good,” Butterscotch said, “So I’ll just be going now....”

Applejack and Apple Bloom momentarily turned into sheep.

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