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         Bonus: A Letter To My ParentsHeadnote by Amber Dash:
While I was compiling this diary's sections to include, I was looking through old boxes, and found a letter. I showed it to Dad, and Dad told that Scootaloo wrote it for her parents one day in at Ponyville Junior. They took it to Grandpa Thunderclap and Grandma Rosy Fields grave, and the next day he went back and grabbed it, to save it. He felt like one day she may want to read it again. He never re-opened it, but he said I could keep it, so I decided to include it here.
Dear Mama and Papa, Auntie Raincloud,
I know it has been years since I have seen you. I know I may ever get to meet you again, outside a dream, but I still think about you. I still hope that, in the bottom of my heart, you are proud of the mare I've become. I know I make my mistakes. I know I've lost my way from time to time, but I still do what I can to make you both proud, even if you aren't here.
I use what you've given me, these wings, these hooves, this mind, and this heart, a
  
Letters from the Past--------------------
Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and I manage to push one of the smaller crates into the warehouse. It was exhausting!
Maple Woods' warehouse is really nice. Everypony was really happy. I always had images in my head of big burly ponies who do their job because they have to. Everypony was really kind and inviting. They showed us all the furniture that was shipping out when we leave. There's a lot of stuff. We met the ponies in charge of making sure the deliveries are on time, what goes where, all that stuff. Crossed Tea and Dotted Eye were happy to show us the forms and explain how it all worked. I had no idea there was so much to think about when shipping things. Really, I never thought much about shipping things at all.
We took some crates with us back to the ship. Apple Bloom isn't ready to go. She's nervous. Maple Woods got some ginger and said it should help. She doesn't seem to believe him. We'll have to see.
Apple Bloom seems alright, so far. We're hopping off and        

        

        

        

        

   Kaboodle Mk. IILight, bright light, flooded vision. A whirring and ticking sound rang. The monotony was interrupted.
"A-are you working? Are you there? Kaboodle. Testing sound."
"Testing sound." A somewhat monotone voice came from nearby. "Speak the phrase you wish to record."
"Kit and Kaboodle."
The high-pitched voice is parroted, with a bit of quality loss. "Kit and Kaboodle." The monotone voice replaces the recording. "Sound test complete.
"Kaboodle. Testing vision."
"Testing vision. Display red."
The scrappy Torrey holds up a red poster board it floods the field of vision.
"Display green."
The Torrey repeats, using a green board.
"Display blue."
The Torrey repeats once more.
"Vision test complete. All cones operating correctly."
"Wahey!" Kit squeaks. "It works! Thank you Mister Yun."
"I have told you before, Kit. It is perfectly fine to call me Isaac."
"T-thank you Mister Isaac." Kit blushes. Isaac chuckles.
"You are very welcome. The design updates should provide with a self-powering system, as   PEACE and Love"Greetings, Mr. Koodu!" The vulpine creature nodded as she walked into the adoption center.
"Ah, Li'l Kat! How are you, today?" The man gave a warm grin and scratched Li'l Kat behind the ears.
"I'm fine, how are the residents, today?"
"Alright. Mostly asleep. It's been somewhat slow, today. It's still pretty early, I know, but usually we have visitors from across the globe at these hours."
"We'll just have to keep our spirits up!" Li'l Kat returned the smile with one as warm as her coat.
"I've been at this long enough to know that." The man chuckles, "Still, I feel like we need a good sign, morale has been a bit lower, lately."
"We'll figure something out, maybe it's just a tough time for everyone, and they can't afford it?"
"Who knows?"
"It's not--" The door opens, and the two turn to look at the young couple who entered.
"Hello!" Both Mr. Koodu and Li'l Kat chime, Li'l Kat continues, "Welcome to the Adoption Center, would you like to take a look at our pets?"
"Well, I'm looking for a  

         I'm Not Surprised... - Horror and YouTubeTo set the stage for this, I must clarify some terms, skip if you understand the topic:
Pseudohorror is a derogatory term I have created to define games that emulate horror tropes, but do not contain the meat that a horror game traditionally has.
Markiplier is a very successful YouTub user, who plays mostly horror focused games for viewers online, and he has millions of people who follow him and watch his videos. He's raised a great deal of money for charity, and seems to be a good enough person. His success comes from his comedic personality and baritone voice.
HarshlyCritical is a less well known YouTube user who also plays horror games, analyzing their positive and negative qualities, and a bit less focused on joking, and more on the games themselves.
Five Nights At Freddy's was a briefly popular pseudohorror game in 2014 focusing on jumpscares in a "context" of a Chuck E. Cheese's type restaurant overnight. It is a short game, with several "days" that each take about 8 minutes if p  

        

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   The Autobiography of Scootaloo - ForewordHello, dear reader. My name is Amber Dash, I am the daughter of a wonderful mother, Scootaloo, and a loving father, Featherweight. Upon the passing of my mother, I was willed her diary. She had it for most of her life, and filled it with entries of her everyday and her adventures. The text is slightly abridged to keep pace, removing only short common entries, but I assure you that you are only missing things such as "went to the store" and "nothing interesting happened today" or the most basic of mundanities. I assure you that I have left the story of my mother as in tact as possible. I want the world to know of how wonderful my mother was.
I appreciate you taking the time to look into the life of a mare who was there for me in my hardest times. My mother lived a good life, all things considered, though she, like all of us, had her struggles along the way. Her story here begins when she was nine, coping with the struggles of losing her parents. I may have never been able to meet my gra     

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Featherweight is still unsure of his father being in a new relationship. I finally put him in a headlock and shook some sense into him when he said his dad should have never found him. I was so mad it's a wonder I didn't knock him out. The nerve. I think I really freaked him out, because he was quiet for quite a while. I didn't want him to think I didn't want him to talk about what was going on, so I eventually asked why he was being so ridiculous.
He said more than anything right now he feels guilty. He said he feels like a real mule for being upset about his dad doing something for himself. He said Shutter Speed almost never does things for himself. He's always worried about Featherweight, and the fact that Featherweight acted so selfishly has him feeling rotten. I told Featherweight that what was happening right now was a life-changing event for everypony involved, and that he has a right to be worried, but he has to give his dad the room to live his life.
Then I told him   TunnelvisionIn this crippled, cracked cityscape of concrete and glass
I just watch from my window as the people walk by
Oblivious to the struggles of their fellow public,
Such as Eric, frantically searching for cash to get back his pick up
That his friend left double parked and resulted in a tow
Losing his job may as well be deathrow for his son
Andy's leukemia treatment cost is astronomical
The fear in Eric's mind digs a festering hole
In his heart as he goes for a payday loan
Knowing the debt will do nothing
But throw more obstacles
In the path of his escape from this fiscal hell
Established by coats who can't even tell the kind of
Destruction they've left on this man and child,
Their hearts are hardened and their wallets are padded,
With green like the weeds breaking through the sidewalk
As Eric signs the four hundred percent interest agreement,
No other choice
While businessmen in their highrises hold
No remorse for the rejected insurance claim
No sympathy to share for the man whose wife, the