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Title: Through The Shadows Of Boredom The Past Can Emerge
Summary: During their late teens, the Cutie Mark Crusaders fled from Ponyville in the middle of the night to escape their problems. Now adults, the trio rebuilt their lives in a deadbeat town, juggling work, their social lives (or lack thereof) and raising a young filly. The past, however, has a way of creeping back in ways someone least expects it to.
Warnings: Shortest chapter I've written so far.
Chapter Title: The Scooter Pony
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Anon (June 30)- Thank you! =)
supersexyghotmew95- I'm glad you like the premise of the story! I can't say much about that without spoiling things, sorry.
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Applejack sighed and kicked her carriage irritably, wincing at the sound of cracking wood. Of all the places she could've lost a wheel, it had to be the middle of nowhere. Of course. Her luck wouldn't have let it be any other way.
Pushing as much of the mess to the side of the road as she could so others could pass by easier, she confidently trotted down the street in search of a fixer, or at least someone with a spare wheel she could take and repay them for later.
The ponies in the middle of nowhere were certainly strange. Every single one she'd asked had shrugged with a knowing grin, telling her to go visit 'the scooter pony' (As if she knew who that was) and refused to give her a spare wheel (they didn't have any, apparently. They relied on 'the scooter pony' to fix them all up. She rolled her eyes. Buncha jerks, it wasn't like she wasn't gonna pay them back or anything...)
She wandered aimlessly for an hour before finally being pointed towards an unnamed store at the edge of town with large dusty windows and a dull coat of paint. Honestly, it looked like it needed more than just a touch-up; more like a whole new building, with brand new wood and everything.
"Anypony here?" She shoved the door open, wrinkling her nose and the slightly unfamiliar but still familiar smell of wood shavings and glue. There was more than a few nights, many years ago, that Applebloom would stumble into the house at some odd hour absolutely reeking of the stuff. It'd been more than a few years since then, but she still remembered the way her little sister had looked, the determined glint in her eye. "Ah need some help- busted a wheel?"
"I hear you, I hear you!" A voice drifted into her ears, making them twitch. It sounded so familiar, but she wasn't able to place it. "I'll be there in a sec!"
Applejack narrowed her eyes. That voice was going to itch at her brain until she could place it. Things like this always had. It was best to keep them talking, she reminded herself. That way you can think about it while hearing it. "Ah'm going to a rodeo a few towns over." She called back. "You hear about that?"
"Of course I did." She imagined them nodding. "My roommate loves the rodeo. Not my thing, personally, but i'm sure she'll be rootin' for you."
"Tell 'er thanks for me."
"I will." The door to the back was kicked open. Struggling with a full box of scooter parts, she trotted into the room on three hooves, balancing the box on her back with the fourth. "You said something about a carri-"
She turned to look at her and froze. The parts clattered to the floor.
"A-Applejack?"
"Scootaloo?"
Author's Note: And so, the past had emerged. =)
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