Twilight stormed down the row of doors, heading towards the stairs. Once there, she sat down on the second-to-last step, and hung her head. An hour passed before Scootaloo came forward before Twilight with a tan bag. On it was Bon-Bon's cutie mark.

"Here's some meat for later, Twi..." the filly said, than added, "and if you think about it... now you don't have to kill somepony."

Twilight stayed silent, not moving.

"I didn't have a normel bag, though," the filly said, wiping, or rather smearing, blood over her face.

Twilight continued staring at the floor.

"Okay..." Scootaloo said, looking away slightly.

Twilight closed her eyes as she let out a soft sigh. The filly shrugged and turned to leave.

"Scootaloo?" said Twilight softly.

"Yes, Twilight?" Scootaloo asked, looking back.

"How long did it take for you to... not care?"

"What do you mean 'not care'?"

"About your victims."

"Oh, well... I just focused on being like mommy and, well, the rest just sorta happened."

"Any tips for me, Scoots?"

"Just focus on the good parts, like, you've got lunch and dinner if you spread it out and dont gorge yourself," Scootaloo said, sliding the bag closer to Twilight.

Twilight looked up slightly at the bag of meat. She then levitated the bag over in front of her.

"Thanks." she muttered.

"I cut the bad parts out, like fat and most of the organs," said Scootaloo.

"Wow... you're too kind," said Twilight, poking the bag. "Did you make this out of Bon-Bon?"

"Er, yeah. Waste not, want not, and all that," Scootaloo said with a chuckle.

Twilight stared at it and sighed.

"Ah, what the hell..." she said pulling a piece of meat out of the skin bag and eating it.

Scootaloo smiled.

"So, you actually enjoy all the killing?" asked Twilight, ripping into her piece of meat.

"Y-Yeah," Scootaloo said, blushing slightly.

"What about it do you like?"

"Well, I like watching them fade away... It feels so good."

Twilight shuddered slightly. "You aren't at all worried about getting caught?"

"No. Mommy will keep me safe... and I'll be carful," said Scootaloo.

"And no pony's worried I may snap and tell somepony?"

"We'd deal with you if you did. Plus, you'd be executed for killing a pony and eating several," the filly said, trotting over and sitting in Twilight's lap, looking up at her.

"I'm a victim of circumstance." said Twilight with a mouthful of meat. She swallowed. "They'd put me in an institution and try to help me."

"You sound so sure of it," Scootaloo said, looking up at the mare and smiling slightly.

"I've read books."

"And you'd sentence me to death? Ruby, Fluttershy, Trixie soon, and even Derpy?" Scootaloo asked, looking unsure.

"Derpy and Trixie haven't done anything."

"Trixie, not yet. But, how do you know Derpy hasn't?"

"It's Derpy. Besides... Pinkie treats her like a pet, not a helper." She took another piece of meat from the skin bag and bit into it.

"Well, won't she be in trouble for keeping silent? And she hasn't even tried to run away," Scootaloo said, leaning back on Twilight.

"Victim... of circumstance. You're too young to be put to death so you'll wind up in an asylum with me. And possibly, Ruby. Fluttershy and Pinkamena will be put to death, though."

She took another bit from her piece of meat.

"B-But... you'll take my mommy." The filly started to tear up.

"She's not your mommy, Scoots." said Twilight.

"YES, SHE IS!" the filly yelled, crying. "OR WOULD YOU RATHER ME HAVE BEEN WITH MY FATHER?!!!"

"SHE'S NOT YOUR MOTHER!!!" yelled Twilight. "THE ONLY WAY SHE COULD BE YOUR MOTHER IS THROUGH ADOP..." She trailed off.

"If she what?" Scootaloo asked.

"I don't... I don't wanna be the one to legally bind you with a serial killer."

"You think she's any worse than my dad?" Scootaloo asked with a dark look in her eye.

"What up with your dad?" asked Twilight, shoving a piece of meat into her mouth.

"H-He hurt me, beat me... You know how my wings don't work too well?"

"Y... Yeah?" said Twilight with a mouthful of meat.

"He messed them up. I-I'll never fly..." the filly said sadly, looking at the ground.

Twilight swallowed the meat. "O-Oh... I'm sorry. But do you really want to be with another abusive pony?"

Scootaloo burst out laughing. "You think she hurts me? NO-- Well... Only if I piss her off real bad..." Scootaloo smiled slightly. "You know what made me stay with her?"

"What?"

"She loved me enough to let me go... so she couldn't hurt me." Scootaloo said, smiling happily.

Twilight froze, mouth open with a piece of meat floating in front of it. She then slowly lowered her food.

"She... She was gonna let you go?" asked the unicorn.

"She did let me go," said the foal. "She tried to push me away..."

Twilight stared in shock. Finally she snapped back to reality.

"Wow... I... I didn't realize..."

"Yeah... You didn't."

"Well..." said Twilight with a sigh. "If... If you really want her to be your mom... there's always..."

"Yeah?" the filly asked excitedly.

"She could always... adopt you." Twilight finally said. "Then it'd be official."

"W-We can do that?!" the filly squealed.

"Yeah. It's quite common, actually."

"C-Could we do it now?"

"If it's all right with Pinkie," said Twilight, still a bit unsure.

"She wants me, so it's fine!"

"All right, then." said Twilight, standing up. "Let's get you adopted."

"Yay!" Scootaloo cheered bonceing arond twilight like pinkie did.

"Come on, Scoots." said Twilight, heading up the stairs.

The filly followed, smiling widely.

"Hold up," said Twilight, stopping at the top step.

Scootaloo nearly fell on her face. "Wh-What?! Why?!" she whined, giving Twilight a pouty face.

Twilight turned around to face the foal. "Don't we look a little... suspicious?"

"How so?" Scootaloo asked, looking innocently, even with blood on her.

"Our faces are covered in blood."

Scootaloo put a hoof to her face and then licked the blood off it. "Oh, yeah!"

"Come on. Let's get cleaned up."

About a half hour later, the two arrived at Town Hall.

"You ready for this?" asked Twilight.

"Yes. Now, let's go, let's go, let's go!" the filly cheered, smiling.

Twilight pushed through the front door and trotted inside.

Sitting there was the mayor, looking bored as she bounced a ball off a wall. She stopped when she saw the pair walk in.

"Er! Um... Hello. How may I help you?" she asked awkwardly.

"Hi, Mayor." said Twilight, approaching her desk. "I actually need some adoption papers."

"Oh? You want to adopt a foal?" she asked.

"Well... not for me. They're for a friend."

"Oh? And who would that be?"

"Pinkie Pie would like to adopt Scootaloo."

The mare stopped and looked at twilight. "Er... You know Scootaloo has a father, right? You'll need his written consent first." the mayor said.

"Her father..." said Twilight sadly as she remembered what Scootaloo said about him. "Right..."

The mayor caught Twilight's look and, in turn, looked around to make sure no pony was looking. "Well... I suppose if a few of your bits were to... oh I don't know... find their way onto my desk, Mr. Flash Wind's signature could find its way onto the paper..." the mare hinted.

Twilight hesitated but decided to just go with it. She leaned on the desk, getting close.

"How much are we talking?" she asked.

"100. No pony finds out and I won't ask questions," the mayor said, leaning back in her chair.

"100?" asked Twilight.

"Eeyep."

Twilight levitated her saddle bag off her back and set it on the desk. She then opened it and sifted through to find her money. She found the bag they were in and opened it.

"Great." said Twilight. "That'll leave me with three left over."

Scootaloo leaned into Twilight's ear and whispered, "We have some bits from the ponies we kill. I'll pay you back." Scootaloo pleaded.

Twilight nodded. "All right, Scoots." She dumped all the coins out on the desk and took three back, placing them in her bag. "There. 100 bits."