MLP: My Little Human

Ch. 44: My Little Christmas Break: Christmas At Rainbow Manor

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3-11-16/4:21pm

Hello, my Rainbows! ^u^

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I have been waiting to type this chappy since CarcinoCancer asked me to put her OC in this story! X3

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Prepare to meet Marshmallow Creme (© 2015 - I think - by CarcinoCancer)! XD

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Also (4-12-16/8:45am): bloom424 helped me with some ideas for this chappy, so it's dedicated to her and Ash! :3

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Onward, guys! X3

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||Rainbow Dash's POV||

Thanksgiving Tragedy 😢

{Thursday, November 27, 2014/10:00pm, Rainbow Manor Living Room}

      I checked my phone for any calls I may have missed the minute the Pies left the Cakes' house at 9:50pm because I had silenced my phone and felt I was missing something. Turns out I had gotten a heartbreaking text at 8:30pm, while I was chatting away:

11-27-14/8:30pm

👄Mom👄: Dashie, please get to RM the second u get this text! 😢 Scootaloo's mother... I'll tell u the sad news when u get here. HURRY!!!! DX

      Now I'm standing in my living room, hugging a distraught Scootaloo because her adoptive mother, who was a cop and was called in to help with a Thanksgiving shooting in her neighborhood, had been killed by some nut on fucking Thanksgiving. With me are my friends, including Pinkie, who volunteered to come here with me upon seeing my mom's text. Twilight teleported us all here.

      I feel I should mention that Pinkie's hair is flat again. She just got her happiness and joy back! >:( Can't this poor girl catch a break?! :/

"She'll have to stay a few nights 'til the funeral," Thunder Brawn, my buff-ass father, says sadly, pointing to Scootaloo.

"Yes," Rainbow Strike, my model-esque, Supreme Court Justice mother (who also handles smaller cases), replies with both sadness and authority in her voice, "Meanwhile, I have legal documents to take care of. They concern poor Scootaloo."

      Scootaloo stops sobbing into my chest and sniffles, rubbing her red eyes. My BFF's and I engulf her in a group hug.

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[Time Passes]

||3rd Person POV||

Funeral

{Tuesday, December 2, 2014/10:00am, Ponyville Cemetery}

      Five days ago, on Thanksgiving, no less, tragedy struck poor, 14-year-old Scootaloo: her adoptive mother, Justice, a New Ponyville police officer, had been shot and killed as her squad were trying to stop a homicide before it happened.

      5'5'' and gangly, Scootaloo, dressed in a fitted, black suit, white, oxford button-down, a black tie, and all-black, high top Converse with black shoelaces, stands next to her mother's mahogany, glossy, Equestrian flag-covered coffin at Ponyville Cemetery, sobbing. She is surrounded by her "big sister", Rainbow Dash, who's letting her sob into her silk, black blazer, Rainbow's friends, her own friends, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle, and the parents of those currently supporting her during this hard time.