In the next day, Scootaloo drove her scooter to Twilight's tree, looking for tips on how to improve her story. Twilight always looked like she appreciated that kind of stuff, being the way she was. At her destination, she saw Twilight writing something on her desk, while some rather heavy music was playing.

  "Twilight, do you have the time?", said Scootaloo, barging through the door.

  "Oh, hey there, Scootaloo.", said Twilight, turning off the music player. "What brings you here?"

  "I'm trying to write the scariest story ever, and I'd like your opinion on it."

  "I suppose I have the time... let me see it."

  ...

  "It's pretty good.", said Twilight. "However, if you're looking to make the goriest story ever, the deaths should be a little more... torturing, y'know. Have you ever watched a Saw movie?"

  "Yeah...?"

  "That's exactly what I'm talking about."

  "Okay... thanks for the advice."

  "You're welcome."

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  Scootaloo narrowly avoided some trouble with Miss Cheerilee in school. All of her attention was turned to her story, the whole time. That stinkin' thing was over thirty pages long.

  "How's that story of yours going?", asked Sweetie Belle.

  "It's pretty good so far.", said Scootaloo. "The credits section is getting quite long..."

  "You've actually got other ponies helping you?!"

  "I know, right? It's, like, really insane, or something."

  "... can I read it? Just the part where I get killed."

  "Sure, just let me find it among all these papers."

  ...

  "Kind of gross...", said Sweetie Belle, horrified.

  "It's almost finished...", said Scootaloo. "... I think I'm going to kill Snips and Snails too."

  Snails's face turned pale as he overheard their conversation.

  "Is Pipsqueak involved?", asked Sweetie Belle. "Please don't get him involved."

  "Don't worry.", said Scootaloo. "He never gets noticed anyway."

  "I don't know if I should tell him what I feel about him or not... got any tips?"

  "I'm just a story writer with no love or respect. I'm afraid I can't help you."

  "I think I'll tell him during lunch."

  "Good luck with that. Now, if you don't mind, I'll have to redo Apple Bloom's death because of the new ones."

  And so, Scootaloo edited her story for the umpteenth time, this time including Snails's and Snips's deaths, and consequently rewriting Apple Bloom's death.

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  In the next morning, the sky was darker than usual. The birds hid in the trees, and the air smelled gloomier than usual.

  "IT'S FINISHED!", screamed Scootaloo, slamming the door open, as she gave birth to the goriest story ever written in the history of Equestria.

  "Really?", said Twilight, who was conveniently walking by. "Can I read it?"

  "Can I ask you a favor first?"

  "Sure!"

  "Could you put these pages into a bookcase or something, so it's easier to carry around?"

  "No problem."

  ...

  "Scootaloo, your story is the sickest thing I have ever seen.", said Twilight, as she delivered the book to her. "Are you sure you're feeling alright?"

  "I feel perfect.", said Scootaloo.

  "I mean, I like that kind of stuff, but this is far beyond entertainment. It's just... twisted."

  "Yeah, I do admit I feel really uncomfortable with it. But I wanted to make it as gory as possible. It's not like I had any inspiration, the idea just came up in my mind and I followed it. Did I make it?"

  "Well, yeah, you made it. You actually exceeded it."

  "Thanks. Now, I'll show it to the whole world!"

  And so, Scootaloo eventually showed the story to everypony in Ponyville. The reactions were endless - some were disgusted, others felt insulted, others felt bad for her, others wanted a copy for themselves.

  She'd like your opinion on it.