Those who troll this will be eye raped. Those who read this and enjoy it have already been mind raped… it's a win-win :3 That being said, let's see where we left off.

Btw, Pinkie told me she wants to say something.

PP: HIIIIII EVERYPONY! Hope you like my parties; I worked very hard on them so everypony can have a good time. They're so much fun cuz they have treats and games and… oh Celestia! I just lost the game!

KN: PINKIE! Now I lost too. B( Go away Pinkie.

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What is this place

filled with so many wonders?

Casting its spell

That I am now under

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Scootaloo was still hurtling forward when she suddenly realized there wasn't any more ground under here. She looked back and saw that she had shot off the edge of a cliff, it was rapidly dwindling. Her wings were still too hurt from being thrown on them to fly. A strange angry feeling shot through her as she realized she couldn't fly anyways, not this high.

The ground rushed towards her and she saw her life flash before her eyes.

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Looking up into a kindly pegasus face. She smiled down on Scootaloo. "Mommee."

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Her first scooter. She buzzed her wings and rushed along the roads of Cloudsdale, running over several ponies and launching herself over the gaps between clouds.

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Sitting at a huge table, a cake in front of her, frosted purple like her mane. A big one stuck out of it. She blew out the candle and was about to shove her face in when her smiling parents handed her a card. She opened it, it was a brochure for flight school, the papers already signed.

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First day of flight school. Scootaloo couldn't even get herself an inch off the ground.

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Rejection letter. Her mother cried the whole way home. Scootaloo went straight to her room. All that evening, angry yelling. That night, crying from two different rooms.

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Scootaloo alone on the streets, her parents had kicked her out. Even after trying for a whole year she still couldn't even hover. 'Stupid pegasus purity,' she thought as she remembered the strange hooded pegasi who continued showing up at her house. The angry letters. The threatening phone calls.

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Starving, begging passers for money, or even a small bit of food. One pegasus even went so far as to order an entire pizza, spit on it, run it through the street and throw it away as she watched. He didn't have to pay for the pizza.

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Rainbow Dash sticking her head into the large box one evening. Scootaloo had been crying, remembering life before that stupid flight school. "Are you okay?" Rainbow had asked, seeming concerned for the abandoned pegasus. She had been alone for so long. She pushed Rainbow Dash away and pulled the box closed. Rainbow picked up the box and shook her out. She took a log look at the emaciated filly, "you're coming with me," and began to fly off. Scootaloo, completely broken by now started crying eve harder. Rainbow Dash turned around. "What's wrong?" "I can't fly," Scootaloo sobbed, knowing that this pony would leave her just like everypony else had. "Well climb on then," Rainbow Dash said. She took Scootaloo home and gave her the biggest meal she'd had in months.

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All her fun in Ponyville. So many memories with Rainbow Dash.

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Finding the note. Rainbow Dash was gone forever. Scootaloo knew the note was a lie, Rainbow Dash would've told her if she was going to leave. She would have taken her along. But she could only tell herself that for so many lonely nights sleeping under the cloud house that she couldn't fly up to get into. 'Rainbow Dash left me like everypony else did.' The thought hit her like a ton of bricks. 'Alone again.' Her friends found her on the ground in the same spot, still crying two days later.

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Celestia was standing in the library. "We think this is what happened to Rainbow Dash." Hope blossomed in Scootaloo's heart once more. But it burst almost as quickly. Rainbow Dash didn't leave her. She died.

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Scootaloo opened her eyes, watching the approaching ground. This was all Pinkie's fault. Pinkie tore away the last true love of Scootaloo's life. The closest thing she'd had to a family since she was abandoned and left to die. Her eyes hardened and she knew she had to get revenge for Rainbow Dash.

Pinkie dug her hooves in. She had nearly caught the fleeing orange filly when out of nowhere the ground ended. She screamed in frustration, how could she have forgotten about the chasm? She used to throw the leftovers off the cliff here. She watched as the pegasus plummeted. 'Oh well,' Pinkie thought savagely, 'out of life out of mind.'

Scootaloo began spinning. Her body flying in awe-inspiring flips and swoops as she moved her rudimentary cart as if it was an extension of her body. This is what flying felt like. This is what every pegasus but she had gotten to feel in their lifetime. Now she could too.

Pinkie watched, her jaw open slightly, as Scootaloo continued doing tricks as the ground neared, still hundreds of hooves below her. Scootaloo seemed to kick the base of the cart more savagely each time. Occasionally, Pinkie could see Scootaloo staring at her, the glare of pure hate visible even at this great distance. Scootaloo gave a massive kick and Pinkie could hear the boards splinter from where she was. The splintered cart spun wildly as Scootaloo began another flip. The cart ended up above her head, spinning furiously and her descent began to slow.

Pinkie watched in disbelief as the make-shift helicopter not only stopped the falling pony but began moving her farther from Pinkie as the drop began again anew, controlled though.

Scootaloo looked down. She was over the river that flowed straight through Ponyville. Even if Pinkie had a passage down to the river, by the time she got there Scootaloo would be long gone. She shot her legs above her head and planted them firmly on the damaged boards, stopping the rotation. She fell like a stone, hitting the water with a loud smack.

Bubbles swirled and Scootaloo came up, much farther along than where she had gone in. She'd managed to hold on to the cart, but by now it was nearly useless. She broke off a few boards and used the screws from the other boards to hold her hooves on. Scootaloo stood up and began buzzing her wings as fast as she could. The water shot along beneath her, thrown into twin plumes by her speed. A small flash of light came from just behind her, but she ignored it and kept going, exhilarated by the speed.

Pinkie watched as her prey not only survived the fall but had used the cart, Pinkie's cart, as first a scooter, then helicopter, then water skis. Scootaloo shot along and Pinkie knew she had no chance of catching her, even with Pinkamena's help. Unless… she contacted Pinkamena in her mind.

"Yes?" Pinkamena asked, sounding upset at being disturbed.

"Scootaloo is on the river."

"How'd she get out? I'm tracking her now. No matter, did she go off the edge?" Pinkamena was surprised.

"Yup, looked like something Dashie might pull."

"Why are so many ponies you know capable of so many things? Especially the pegasi it seems."

"Never mind," Pinkie was angered by her dark side's banter, "go through the tunnel and see if you can get her before she does anything."

"Okay, but I'm chasing young Applebloom. She just entered our room and… oh Samuel no."

"What?" Pinkie was alarmed. She had never heard Pinkamena worried about anything. As for who Samuel was, that was probably best left unknown. Pinkamena had found many things through her being an incarnation of darkness. "What is it?"

"The tunnel is open and the young Apple has disappeared."

"NO! We can't have two of them getting free in Ponyville! Wait, where's Sweetie Belle?"

"I left her with our experiment," Pinkamena's voice seemed to change. Pinkie knew she was going through the tunnel and had to change sizes to fit. "The, what do you call it, keeper."

"Ah, the cloning. Good, catch the two little whores and bring them back. They can't reveal our secrets, not when we're as close as this."

"Understood." Pinkamena broke the connection and emerged from the tunnel. "Young mistress Apple," she called, her deep voice reverberating off the walls of the Sugarcube Corner. Pinkamena winced, the walls had been soundproofed, but she still was wary of attracting attention.

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Squirrels in the trees

and the cute little bunnies

Birds flying free

and bees with their honey

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Applebloom could hear shouting from behind her as she ran. The huge shadow pony had gone up a tunnel in the ceiling and was acting like it thought she went through it. "As if ah could get up there," she said softly as the creature screamed her name.

She took turns randomly, trying to find her way back to the entrance. Princess Celestia had said she knew where the lair was, more or less, so maybe they'd be here and could help. She ran on, hallway after hallway. Some were short and straight, others seemed jagged or to end suddenly without reason. Few were lit, but most were dark, the light from the main hallway reflecting off hundreds of tiny beady eyes.

Applebloom heard a strange noise coming from one hallway. It sounded like Applejack, Twilight and Fluttershy. They were calling out for Sweetie Belle. "They're alive," she caught herself yelling. She jumped for joy and turned down the hallway, doing her best to remain hidden in case they thought she was the monster. The hallway was very narrow and had many twists and turns. Suddenly, the hallway grew extremely dark and she had to feel her way along. An odd stench rose from the floor and everything felt as though it had a layer of slime on it.

"Sweetie Belle," she called softly, "anypony, are you there? I heard voices, it's me Applebloom." A scuffling noise up ahead told her she was heard. It sounded like a huge crowd of ponies, but at the same time there was a squelching sound that she didn't recognize. A strange chorus of cries rang out, "who that? That Applebloom. Wanna play Applebloom? Keeper love Applebloom. Have so much fun!"

She knew something was horribly wrong. Just up ahead there was a doorway with a dim yellow light pouring out of it. She peeked in and saw a huge mass of what looked like ponies fused together. Most were dead, many were near; only a few were still alive. One was Applejack.

Applebloom saw this and could smell the fetid odors of the rotting yet living flesh of the beast. It had turned towards the doorway and was climbing off of an immense pile of corpses. Applebloom could make out a small purple blob under one of the thing's hooves. It shifted and Applebloom saw Sweetie Belle buried in the bodies. She mouthed one word, run! Then pulled her head a little farther into the slime of decay, very green in the face.

She tore down the hallway. Huge squelching noises came from behind her as she ran. She could hear her name being called out by the horrible symphony of Pinkie's victims. "Applebloom! Wanna play Applebloom? Wanna play Applebloom Sweetie Belle? We have so much fun! SO MUCH FUN!" A strange gargling noise echoed through the hallway as the voices trailed off.

Applebloom had just reached the main hallway when a green slime splattered in the wall next to her. It sizzled and smoked as the wall disintegrated. The voices sounded hoarse now. "Applebloom! COME PLAY!" Another acid wad struck the wall near her. "Come play Sweetie Belle and Keeper Applebloom!"

She ran on, ignoring every closed door for fear it would be locked, every dark hallway for fear of pitfalls or dead ends. Applebloom ran. The Keeper ran faster.

A loose floor board shuddered as Applebloom ran, she could see the entry room just ahead. She felt the Keeper's steaming breath on her flanks as she ran, a few drops of stinging liquid fell on her and she cried out in pain. She didn't dare slow down. She looked back quickly and saw multitudes of hooves reaching for her so she jumped. She hit the floor and dropped a few feet.

The rest of the floor was now level with her eyes. Applebloom looked around and screamed. Under the floor were millions upon millions of tiny black bugs that began swarming over the blood that fell from her flanks and back from where the Keeper's saliva had dripped on her. Huge rat-like creatures tore through the insects, swallowing them by the hundreds. The rats were twisted and were nearly as big as Spike. Looking around more, still screaming at the mass of living darkness before her, Applebloom could see large spiders. All at least the size of an average foal; bright green with jagged red stripes. They preyed upon the rats in their never ending land of chaotic darkness.

"Applebloom, we play teeter totter?" The creature lunged forward and landed on the protruding board with a smacking sound. Applebloom was pulled out of the lair of horror and flew through the air.

She shrieked and spun as she flew, unable to control her movement or to even slow herself down. She crashed into the wall by a window. The window shook, but Applebloom could see only rock on the other side of it. The wind rushed out of her and she lay where she landed for a few seconds, unaware of the creature advancing on her.

Pinkie grabbed the yellow foal's head. "Gotcha now," she laughed. "I came to check on Sweetie, but here I find you instead. Pinkamena told me you were in the Sugarcube Corner and Sweetie was here. Did she get you two mixed up?"

Applebloom glared at the pink pony. "As if ah'd tell ya' anything." She realized that she was looking straight into pinkie's face, but neither was looking up or down. She looked around and saw that she wasn't standing on the floor. She was still on the wall, though it didn't feel any different.

The Keeper yelled in joy as it ran into the room and saw Pinkie. "Pinkie! You play Sweetie Belle Applebloom and Keeper! Pinkie come play, Pinkie come play! So much fun, so much fun!"

"Quiet baby," Pinkie said softly, "you're giving mommy a headache again."

"Pinkie play, Pinkie play," the creature continued quietly hugging Pinkie.

Applebloom began walking up the wall while the two were distracted. It didn't feel any different than walking on the floor. It didn't even look much different. She put a hoof on the ceiling and pushed, it felt like pushing on a wall, but when she put both front hooves on it, she found herself feeling as though she was doing a hoof-stand. She rolled and found herself on the ceiling, looking up at Pinkie and the Keeper.

"Mommy loves you Keeper," Pinkie crooned, rubbing under the creature's many chins, dead and living alike. "but she's bus now, okay. We play later."

"Pinkie play Keeper later." It put her down. "Pinkie, Applebloom and Sweetie Belle here!"

"Yes, I know. Why don't you go find Sweetie Belle while I get Applebloom, then we can all play. Okay?"

Pinkie looked up at Applebloom and flashed a wicked smile. "Isn't this place fun? I even can change the gravity here." Pinkie jumped into the air and landed on the ceiling hooves first. "it's so much fun." She gave one of her usually infectious laughs, snorting and giggling like crazy. "Oh by the way," she said as Applebloom began running away down the wall, "that was the Keeper, I made him. He gets to be part of all of my friends. I wanted to have all of them back but it didn't work, so I made him instead."

Applebloom was now standing in front of the door. She looked at Pinkie who continued talking as though nothing was wrong. Shaking her head, she kicked the door open and ran outside. A large hole was in front of her and she fell in, hitting her head on the edge, nearly biting her tongue off.

She fell in darkness for what felt like hours, coming to a crash on a hard stone floor. Her vision blacked out immediately and a crunching noise filled the air.

Pinkie looked into the hole, satisfaction on her face. "They never look where they're going do they? Well, better go check up on the others." She walked over the hole as if it were solid ground. As she passed, it became solid ground. She nodded slightly at seeing this and trotted down the tunnel, more parties already being planned in her mind.

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Hoooooooneeeeeeeey!

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Sweetie Belled cringed as the beast continued to climb over the bodies, crunching noises coming from its many heads as it ate its way through the corpses. It kept coming close to stepping into her hiding place. She was about to try and run for it when she heard Applebloom calling down the hallway.

'Oh now,' she could feel her face pale, 'she doesn't know about the monster.'

The creature looked around. "Who that? That Applebloom. Wanna play Applebloom? Keeper love Applebloom. Have so much fun!"

Applebloom peered through the doorway as 'Keeper' turned around. Sweetie could see Applebloom lock eyes on her. Run, she mouthed silently. The creature yelled with joy and began stumbling after Applebloom. Fear showed on her face and she galloped away down the hallway.

Sweetie Belle waited in the pile for a little longer, waiting for triumphant roars or screams of pain. When none came, she climbed out and managed a cleaning spell Rarity had taught her a few weeks before. She cleaned the fluids out of her mane and coat. She gave her tail a quick snap and launched the grime off of it.

The glow in the room had left with Keeper, but she could still remember where to go. Sweetie Belle began walking quietly down the hallway, listening for any sign of fellow travelers of the hallway.

She could hear the faint sounds of heavy squelching steps far off, but nothing seemed to be nearby. Sweetie Belle turned corner after corner, trying to follow after Applebloom and Keeper without being discovered. She hoped that Applebloom was heading back the way she'd come, then they could escape together. Scootaloo had probably already been sent for help, she knew Applebloom could be counted on in tough situations.

She saw a familiar, though twisted and disproportionate, entryway in front of her. She saw Applebloom walking around on the walls. "What the hay?" She put her hooves on the wall and found herself falling down onto the wall, not strong enough to support herself for long without all of her hooves; Rarity considered exercise unnecessary and unladylike.

She climbed around, amazed at being able to do this unaided. Sweetie belle froze when she heard Pinkie talking. "Yes, I know. Why don't you go find Sweetie Belle while I get Applebloom, then we can all play. Okay?" She cringed as she saw Keeper running full speed through the doorway, barely fitting without breaking the doorframe.

"SWEETIE BELLE! KEEPER, SWEETIE, APPLEBLOOM PINKIE PLAY NOW! HAVE FUN!" It didn't notice her, standing horizontal above it.

Sweetie Belle lay on the wall, heart pounding, until long after the Keeper had left and all sounds of its happy yells had disappeared. She climbed down and looked for Applebloom. There was only one clue: Applebloom's bow was on the floor of the entry tunnel, right outside the door. There was only one set of hoofprints in the tunnel going out and they were too big for Applebloom.

'Where could she be?' Sweetie thought, turning down the tunnel. 'I'll go get help; maybe the princesses will be able to help.'

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Oooh, what a magical place

and I owe it all to the Pegasus race

If I knew the ground had so much up its sleeve

I'd have come here sooner, and never leave

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Pinkamena tore through the Sugarcube corner, bent on finding the fillies who had escaped into it. "Where are they?" she screamed as she punched through a wall. The door was stuck and she thought they might be hiding within. It was just a broom closet where Pinkie kept their balloon.

"Hey Pinkamena," Pinkie's happy voice shot through her head.

"What?"

"Applebloom is here with me. I don't think she used the tunnel."

Pinkamena glowered, she'd never been wrong before. NEVER!

"I don't think I closed the tunnel this morning when Spike came to get me, I was in a rush."

"I'm coming back."

"No, find Scootaloo, she did go on the river, I SAW that. Don't let her tell anypony what's happening okay?"

"As you wish." Pinkamena glowed brightly and shrunk down to normal pony size. Pinkie would attract attention from her friends and the princesses, due to the plans being laid, so Pinkamena changed her appearance. She turned a deep violet with a bright red mane. Her cutie mark changed from three balloons into a rainbow patterned cupcake. She snuck out the back door and jumped, pushing off the ground as hard as she could.

She landed on the outskirts of Ponyville, startling the mail mare who had just been sitting down to eat a muffin. 'Now to find the little twerp and end her,' a small thrill rippled through her body at this. Derpy shrugged and went back to her muffin, Dinky had baked some fresh cranberry ones last night and they were as good as anything Derpy had ever made. 'Maybe she'll get a muffin cutie mark,' Derpy thought happily as she shoved her face into the overly large muffin. Crumbs flew everywhere as Pinkamena scanned the area, choosing to ignore the gray pegasus.

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Yes, I love everythiiiiiiiiiing!

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XD this song so doesn't belong here.

I wrote the Scootaloo part extra fast. It was like when Pinkie first started telling me how the story was supposed to go; only it wasn't Pinkie. I think it might've been RD, but she's dead now. Whoever it was, they didn't say anything, they just took over.

I know I've been focused on the CMC lately. It will branch out more in the next chapter, I promise. I may even make it a Spike and Rarity focused chapter, idk.

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