Out of the detention room, Scootaloo had a different sparkle in her eyes. Her goal wasn't exactly to make the scariest story ever, but rather the goriest, crudest, disturbing-est story ever written in the history of Equestria... actually, nopony in Equestria has put much effort into those kinds of stories, so hers would also be the very first story to feature more than two gallons of blood. How convenient!

  Being Scootaloo, the first pony to get asked for advice was Rainbow Dash, who was sleeping on a park bench.

  "Hey, Rainbow Dash!", said Scootaloo. "Wake up!"

  "Huh?...", mumbled Rainbow Dash. "... oh, hi, Scootaloo. What are you up to?"

  "You see, Cheerilee told us to make a story to improve our creativity or something. I have been wanting to write a scary story for some time now, and here it is. I want to know what you think of it."

  "I love those kinds of stories! Whatcha got there?"

  ...

  "... it's... kinda good?", said Rainbow Dash. "You've got a lot of things to take care of here."

  "Like what?"

  "First of all, I'm proud to say that grammar is not an issue. Congrats on that. But I don't see a reason for her to kill everyone out of nowhere like that. Give her something to kill for. Y'know what I mean?"

  "Oh, right... thanks for the help."

  "You're welcome, Scootie. Let me read it again when it's finished, okay?"

  "Sure!"

  "One more thing, though..."

  "Yes?"

  "Why did you include yourself in the story, as the first victim? You feeling depressed or something?"

  "No, it's a long story."

  "You're not feeling suicidal or anything, are you? You can just talk to me if anything bad happens."

  "I promise you, there's nothing wrong. I just included myself in the story so the other ponies involved wouldn't whine about getting killed, and all."

  "Oh, okay then. Good luck on writing your story."

  Scootaloo went to a nearby tree and began rewriting her story.

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  "Scootaloo?", said Fluttershy, as Scootaloo was sleeping under the tree, with paper all over.

  "Huh?", said Scootaloo, waking up after rewriting the story. It was a tad better.

  "I'm sorry to wake you up. I saw all these sheets of paper around you, and wanted to know if I could read what's written on them."

  "... sure. It's a tad gory, though."

  "I'm sure I've seen worse..."

  ...

  "So, what do you think?", said Scootaloo.

  "... it's nice.", said Fluttershy, crying a little from how cruel the story was.

  "Come on, you're lying to me."

  "Well, fine. Want to know my honest opinion on this?"

  "Yes, please."

  "This is the worst story I have ever read in my life. Why would you even bother writing such cruelty?"

  "Well, I understand why you would say that. The thing is, my teacher told us to write a story to improve our creativity. I have been planning to write a scary story like this one since our last Nightmare Night festival. Of course, I got in detention for this, but my teacher liked it, and that's a good thing, since she's the killer. Then, I showed it to Rainbow Dash, and she told me to give her something to kill for, and all that. Now, I understand why you hated my story, but I'd appreciate it if you tried not to sound that rude."

  "... sorry, Scootaloo. It's just that... I'm not used to this kind of stuff. If it makes you any happier, I liked the whole garden metaphor you used."

  "Really?"

  "To add some constructive criticism, the deaths are a bit too fast-paced. If you want to make the goriest story, you should try to make them suffer a little bit more... I feel really impure for saying this, but you should try it."

  "Thanks, Fluttershy."

  "Boy, do I feel bad for helping you out. You're welcome, anyway."

  "Got some paper I could borrow?"

  "... sure."

  And so, Scootaloo rewrote her story once again.

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  "Hey, Scootaloo!", said Apple Bloom, casually walking by. "How's that story of yours goin'?"

  "It's pretty good so far.", said Scootaloo. "You're the last one to die in it."

  "I feel... honored? Anyway, didja show it to the world yet?"

  "Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy and Miss Cheerilee, so far."

  "Care if I read it?"

  "Go ahead... I feel kind of tired of writing it for today. I better stop before I end up dreaming about it."

  ...

  "Yer really taking this seriously, ain't you?", said Apple Bloom, horrified about the whole thing.

  "Absolutely.", said Scootaloo. "It's still a work in progress."

  "In progress?! Yer sayin' it's gunna get worse?!"

  "Of course. We're talking about the goriest story ever written by a ten-year-old pegasus! I want to get rid of whatever kind of competition that dares stand in my way."

  "Well, good luck to you then."

  Scootaloo organized her masterpiece a tad too perfectly again, and went back to her house, so she could get some rest from all that writing, and maybe think of a few more ideas. The story was turning out to be really great. It still needed some final touches here and there, though.

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