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Scootaloo never really wanted a child, let alone this soon. She tried her hardest, she really did. She wanted him to have a good life, with her ideally, but that's not in the cards now. She needed to get out of town, away from everyone. Her friends are happy, with their partners and children... Dash even is too. She can't stand the emptiness she feels, even around her own kid...
She strides quietly down the stone path, the warmth from a happier home welcoming her. Again, she can't stand it. The blue siding, the rainbow curtains, the kids toys in the yard... all reminding her of what she can't give him. She looks down at her son, grumpy and tired, from being woken up in the dead of night. He had no idea what was going on...not even a clue. Scootaloo knocked quietly on the door a few times, clearly not loud enough to be heard in the wee hours of the night. The sun would start rising within the next few hours, but the dew hadn't even begun to set on the ground. Her son began to look around, vaguely sure of where he was but not enough.
"Familiar..." He mumbled. Scootaloo grimaced, he's waking up more. She needed to move before it was too late. She attempted to press a note into the door, but it didn't want to stay. She had even attempted to pry a piece of the wood off to pin the paper beneathe. Her son stared at her confused... unsure of why they were out so late and why she was nervously pressing a piece of paper onto a door, when it clearly had no way of staying. He was so tired that tears started welling up in his eyes.
"Momma, I wanna go home. I'm sleepy." He muttered, wiping his face.
        "I told you to not call me that..." She whispered with an aggressive tone. Hawkeye winced, he did know better but he didn't know what else to call her... "I'm...not anything to you anymore."

He stared at her more confused, feeling the tears welling up more and more... he started feeling a lump form in his throat. "Huh...?"
    "You heard me... I'm not anything to you anymore, I'm not going to part of your life anymore. You're going to stay here until morning when they find you, okay? You're never going to see me again, I'm not anything to you. They're your family now, you'll have a mom, a dad, and sisters. I could never give that to you, little dude. From now on, you'll be happier." Scootaloo wouldn't look at him, she knew he was definitely crying at this point.
Hawkeye didn't understand what he did wrong... was he bad? Did he talk too much, cry too much? He didn't want her to leave... the tears were flowing down his cheeks, like a raging waterfall- intent on destroying the land down below.
"Stop crying you brat. I'm giving you a better chance. Dash will be able to provide a better life for you. School lunches, vacations...teaching you how to fly..." She stared at her own wings for a moment and grimaced. "I can't do that. I won't do that.... goodbye Hawkeye."
She started to walk off but Hawkeye grabbed onto her leg and held on, grasping and digging with his claws. "Don't leave! I'll be good! I'll be better!" He begged, his voice cracking from the desperation.
    "Shut it! You don't wanna wake them now do you?" She whisper yelled, pushing him off. Glaring at him, she started walking away again. He felt himself reaching for her again but flinched when she turned at him and huffed, her anger almost as clear has the hot air coming out of her nose. He watched as Scootaloo started walking, then running, away.

He slowly walked over to the note, unable to read it. Teardrops falling down on the parchment, creating little black pools on the paper. He wiped his face again. "Stop crying..." He mumbled to himself. He tried and tried to stop crying as he curled up on the path. He tried covering his face so no one would see him cry, even though it was far too early for anyone to be around. He hoped he didn't disappoint these ponies like he disappointed his momma...

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I might be a little heartless oops /hj

Description
Scootaloo never really wanted a child, let alone this soon. She tried her hardest, she really did. She wanted him to have a good life, with her ideally, but that's not in the cards now. She needed to get out of town, away from everyone. Her friends are happy, with their partners and children... Dash even is too. She can't stand the emptiness she feels, even around her own kid...
She strides quietly down the stone path, the warmth from a happier home welcoming her. Again, she can't stand it. The blue siding, the rainbow curtains, the kids toys in the yard... all reminding her of what she can't give him. She looks down at her son, grumpy and tired, from being woken up in the dead of night. He had no idea what was going on...not even a clue. Scootaloo knocked quietly on the door a few times, clearly not loud enough to be heard in the wee hours of the night. The sun would start rising within the next few hours, but the dew hadn't even begun to set on the ground. Her son began to look around, vaguely sure of where he was but not enough.
"Familiar..." He mumbled. Scootaloo grimaced, he's waking up more. She needed to move before it was too late. She attempted to press a note into the door, but it didn't want to stay. She had even attempted to pry a piece of the wood off to pin the paper beneathe. Her son stared at her confused... unsure of why they were out so late and why she was nervously pressing a piece of paper onto a door, when it clearly had no way of staying. He was so tired that tears started welling up in his eyes.
"Momma, I wanna go home. I'm sleepy." He muttered, wiping his face.
        "I told you to not call me that..." She whispered with an aggressive tone. Hawkeye winced, he did know better but he didn't know what else to call her... "I'm...not anything to you anymore."

He stared at her more confused, feeling the tears welling up more and more... he started feeling a lump form in his throat. "Huh...?"
    "You heard me... I'm not anything to you anymore, I'm not going to part of your life anymore. You're going to stay here until morning when they find you, okay? You're never going to see me again, I'm not anything to you. They're your family now, you'll have a mom, a dad, and sisters. I could never give that to you, little dude. From now on, you'll be happier." Scootaloo wouldn't look at him, she knew he was definitely crying at this point.
Hawkeye didn't understand what he did wrong... was he bad? Did he talk too much, cry too much? He didn't want her to leave... the tears were flowing down his cheeks, like a raging waterfall- intent on destroying the land down below.
"Stop crying you brat. I'm giving you a better chance. Dash will be able to provide a better life for you. School lunches, vacations...teaching you how to fly..." She stared at her own wings for a moment and grimaced. "I can't do that. I won't do that.... goodbye Hawkeye."
She started to walk off but Hawkeye grabbed onto her leg and held on, grasping and digging with his claws. "Don't leave! I'll be good! I'll be better!" He begged, his voice cracking from the desperation.
    "Shut it! You don't wanna wake them now do you?" She whisper yelled, pushing him off. Glaring at him, she started walking away again. He felt himself reaching for her again but flinched when she turned at him and huffed, her anger almost as clear has the hot air coming out of her nose. He watched as Scootaloo started walking, then running, away.

He slowly walked over to the note, unable to read it. Teardrops falling down on the parchment, creating little black pools on the paper. He wiped his face again. "Stop crying..." He mumbled to himself. He tried and tried to stop crying as he curled up on the path. He tried covering his face so no one would see him cry, even though it was far too early for anyone to be around. He hoped he didn't disappoint these ponies like he disappointed his momma...

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I might be a little heartless oops /hj