Chapters Chapter 1 Leaf Disc, DJ 1NS4N1TY; rewritten
Forever a DJ
Please continue to read through the story, my writing becomes significantly better as it progresses.
Chapter 1
Reformatted and now in 1st person view Leaf Disc.
Leaf: Yay you made it better- wait… I’m a pony now?!
Laith: yes, the internetz like you better this way. Now be quiet and start acting like a magical talking unicorn.
ENJOY!
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At the nightclub, The Rave, two gigantic speakers were blaring dub step at the point of the very ground itself surrendering to the intense wubs. Everypony in the room was dancing or bobbing their heads to the harsh, fast beat of the music. The music eventually started to grow softer, until the song was over. Once it ended, everyone in the crowd was cheering. “DJ 1NS4N1TY! DJ 1NS4N1TY! DJ 1NS4N1TY!” Their cheering almost as deafening as the music played not ten seconds earlier.
“ALL RIGHT, WHO HERE IS READY TO PARTY!” I shouted into the microphone, even then it is almost inaudible. Once you had the crowd pumped and ready, I put in my next, and final, song of the night. The crowd was going crazy, I even saw a few nice looking mares eyeing me from a table across the room. But my mind was under too much stress at the moment, so I quickly dismissed the thought and went back to the thought at hand.
How could I keep this up? How much longer before I cracked?
Being a DJ, I thought life would be awesome and laid back. It was for a year or two, but then I was taken to the capitol city of Canterlot, where for the next two years I would be suffering with all the stuck up rich people that lived here and sleep deprivation.
The sound of cheering and fans shouting my name roused me from my thoughts and I gave them the signature 1NS4N1TY goodbye. A rift from a guitarist that the club would provide after each performance. As I trotted backstage, I grabbed a Colt-a-cola from the small fridge, pop it open and took a gulp of the refreshingly fizzy beverage, savoring its sweet taste before finally chugging the rest of it down and throwing away the empty can. Soon I found myself walking the large streets of Canterlot to my apartment, admiring the beautiful night sky and the no less grand view of Canterlot castle silhouetted against Luna’s moon.
Once I reached my apartment complex, I typed in the password needed to gain access to the building itself. I casually strolled across the lobby to the elevators waiting at the other side. As I waited for the world’s slowest possible elevator (seriously, the thing went like, what? 2 mph?) As you are thinking this, you chuckle to yourself quietly.
“What are you laughing at?” asked a voice behind me, startling me and making me spin around almost as fast as a cobra would lunge at a mouse.
“Oh, its just you Soarin, don’t you know I hate being startled?” I asked a little defensively.
Soarin replied with a smirk on his face, not unlike a troll face,
“Yeah I know, but that look on your face was completely worth it!”
he was about to finish with a laugh, only for me to knee him in the crotch.
“OK, now it was a little less worth it…”
Soarin moaned from his new position of the ground, clutching his jewels while I helped him back up.
“Hey Soarin,” I asked experimentally.
“Yeah what is it?” he replied simply back.
“Do you ever want to just get away from all this?”
“What’s all this?” he replied, showing slight interest.
“You know, the lights, the fame, the fans, the paparazzi, the way everyone treats you just because you’re famous, and the fact that if you don’t wear something unsuspecting in public or else you get mobbed?”
Soarin laughed a bit at the last one I mentioned about mobs.
“Ha, yeah, yeah I do. But what else are you gonna do? Fake your own death or something?” he finished with an almost wistful tone.
“Soarin you’re a genius!”
“I am?” he said back, a little more than surprised.
“Yeah, I’ll fake my own death and move somewhere where I’ll finally be able to relax a bit, do the things I want to do, and since I’ve got more than enough bits from being a world famous DJ, I wont even have to really work. I’d be set for life!”
As I finished my statement, I grew more and more to liking the idea, seeing all the positives; I failed to notice the negatives. Which my friend Soarin kindly and abruptly pointed out.
“Yeah that’s all well and good but how could you even fake your death in the first place? Even then you wouldn’t have access to your bank accounts because they would freeze since you’re ‘dead’, and how do you think all your fans would feel? Not to mention where you’d go since you’re famous.”
He finished his statement with an unprecedented look of grim seriousness that I’d never seen before on my friend’s usually happy face.
“Alright fine, given that my plan does have some plot holes in it, I still want to go through with it, I just want to live my life as a DJ the way I did two years ago when I picked the venues, picked when I wanted to work, and have a great time writing my music at my own pace. Now that I’m famous, only my manager picks where and when I go to venues, and now I have deadlines that I have to meet with my music that I didn’t have previously.”
The farther I went with my statement, the more and more concerned look on Soarin’s face increased.
“Alright… fine. I’ll help you with you hair-brained scheme. But once this all falls apart I am not bailing you out like last time!”
I quickly grew slightly embarrassed at what he was implying. The last time I got an ‘idea’, it ended with the entire north side of the Canterlot wall covered in yellow paint and pillow feathers. The way I did this still eludes me to this day, and every time I’d asked Soarin what happened he would just reply, “You’d rather not know.” I never tried to push the information out of him because the face he gave me while saying so was always his, ‘ask again, I dare you because I saw what else you did while you were drunk’ face. And being a Wonderbolt, he was really strong, as well as fast; I would simply be flattened if I ever tried asking after one time.
“Alright then Disc, I’ll be on my way, I got to be up early tomorrow if I’m gonna make it to Baltimare by noon. C’ya!”
“Wait, isn’t your air show at 3 pm?”
“Yeah, but I heard about this one place that is supposed to have amazing pies!” Soarin exclaimed with the excitement one would have after meeting their idol.
“Well alright pie boy, I swear, if it wasn’t for Spitfire keeping you on that extreme training schedule, you’d be the worlds fattest Wonderbolt!” I shouted after my friend with a laugh.
As I watched my friend leave, a plan slowly started building inside of my dub step filled head. My devious plotting is soon interrupted by the arrival of the elevator, which had yet to come despite the length of your conversation.
“I probably should have taken the stairs.” I grumbled to myself.
And with that I walked into the elevator, resuming my devious thinking that would hopefully get me out of my own personal Hell.
Chapter 2 The 'Death' of a DJ rewritten
Chapter 2 The 'Death' of a DJ rewritten
Forever a DJ
By: Leafz Pegasus
Chapter 2
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The ride up to the 10th floor, the highest floor in the apartment complex, was quiet, being no one else in the elevator helped.
I guess I could… no that wouldn’t work. How about…. Nah, not that either.
“Why does faking my own death have to be so damned difficult!” I finally shouted to the empty space in the elevator.
I was about to shout more curse words but the elevator had other plans, and made the arrival at my floor uncharacteristically fast. As I trot up to the door of my room, I heard some music from the next room over.
Huh, must be Sonata. I’ve never heard this one before, must be new…
I resumed putting in my key and entering my, rather large, apartment and put my headset onto the nightstand, and unceremoniously flopped onto the queen sized bed. Not even bothering to brush my teeth or take a shower, I started to grow sleepy and the last thing I thought before succumbing to sleep was,
How can I fake my death without suspicion? Meh, hopefully it’ll come while I sleep…
The next morning I woke up to Celestia’s sun shining down on me from the open across from the bed. “Ugh, why does the sun always manage to do that...” I groaned into my pillow. I silently laid there, almost dozing off to the amazing dream I had while sleeping about mythological creatures called ‘penguins’ until a loud knocking interrupted me from the door.
“Who would be up now? It’s like, 7 am.”
I shuffled up to the door and groggily open it with the little magic I had after just waking up.
“Hey Soarin, shouldn’t you be on your way to Baltimare by now?”
“Yeah, but I wanted to stop by and say hi. As well as ask you about your plan.”
“My plan? I haven’t exactly thought about that yet to tell the truth…” I said sheepishly.
“Well alright, you can call me later to talk about it, I have pie and an air show to go to—“
“Soarin that’s it! I’ll do a performance at your air show later and stage my ‘unexpected’ death there!”
I almost shouted out of sheer joy at how the plan is already taking shape in my head.
“Uh, I’ll just be on my way, it’s at 3, if you aren’t there, we’re starting without you!” Soarin exclaimed while starting his walk toward the elevator.
“Yup, see you there.” Then I added at almost a whisper, “I’ve got some bank accounts to transfer and some fake IDs made. Yup, I think I’ll be breaking about 20 laws in under a day. Oh well, by the end of the day, hopefully I’ll be dead.”
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Taking a bag of bits, a fake ID, and some of my DJ equipment that I’ll need for the ‘performance’, I made my way to the train station and purchased a ticket to the next train heading for Baltimare. The train arrives 30 minutes later at exactly 12 o’clock noon.
Trains are notorious for being on time on the second. How they are so accurate puzzle me even today.
The train ride was rather uneventful besides a rainbow mane fan asked me for my autograph. I had to write her 7 autographs, which she claimed were for her and her friends, which I gladly signed.
Once arriving at Baltimare, I noticed the same rainbow mane mare talking with some other mares. I assumed these were the friends she was talking about earlier. One had purple hair with a pink streak, another had violet and curly, one more had normal blonde tied in a pony tail, one, which you could barely see because she seemed to almost encase her within her friends’ circle, had light-pink, another which had hot-pink and hair that seemed to defy gravity, and the last one you notice had electric blue hair and purple sunglasses on with a tattoo on her front foreleg that said ‘PON3’.
As I made my way over to the stadium, I noticed a familiar light-blue pegasus at a restaurant with three empty pie trays on the table and the pegasus sighing contently as he patted his stomach.
“Hey Soarin!” I shouted as I trotted up to his table.
“Oh hey Disc, I was just finishing up what were probably the best pies I’ve ever had!”
“Well alright pie boy, I finally have my plan complete. I have everything planned out to even the place I’m going to. There’s this really small town called Ponyville down in the valley near Canterlot and that seems like the perfect place. I already bought the house and some of my equipment and personal belongings are being moved there as we speak. All I have to do is the actual stunt and I’ll be living my life the way I want to again!”
“Alright, but where do I come fit into this evil little plan of yours?” Soarin asked questioningly.
“You, my pie filled friend, are going to fit into my devious plan because I’m doing a stunt that involves you carrying me up reaaalllyyy high and dropping me while I play the electric guitar in mid-air. The stunt involves you catching me when I end the song, but you’ll ‘miss’ and I’ll fall behind the stadium and there you’ll catch me, fly me up to a balcony where I have hair dye, and some colored contacts. Once this is all over, DJ 1NS4N1TY will be dead and I’ll be on my way to my new home in Ponyville.”
“Wow, you actually thought this through. Wait, what about your money?”
“Oh that, I already transferred all of it to my other account under my real name Leaf Disc.” I added triumphantly.
“Well, I’ll help you Disc, but I swear, if I get bad publicity from this you’ll actually be dead.” Replied Soarin jokingly (I hoped).
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Two hours later.
“Alright ladies and gentlecolts, give it up, for, TTTHHHHEE WONDEEEERRRRRBBBBOOOOLLLLLTTTTSSSSS!”
After the announcer said their names, the Wonderbolts flew over the side of the stadium in a huge arc leaving a trail of lightning and smoke behind them.
“Alright, Showtime. Get ready Baltimare, you’re gonna have one less celebrity after tonight.” I said to no one in particular.
“Alright folks, we have a special guest here for the show tonight. You’ve all heard of him, everyponie’s favorite DJ, DJ 1NS4N1TY!”
After the mention of my name, the crowd became a frenzy of screaming fans shouting DJ 1NS4N1TY over and over again. As I half-galloped into the center of the stadium, the screaming became louder as I unsling the guitar off my back and into the white glow of my magic, putting an enchantment on it to play without needing an amp or electricity. Soarin flew down to me and I grabbed onto him and he then rocketed into the sky. After you and Soarin reached the preset altitude, he let go and I started playing.
The end of the song was nearing its end and I looked to Soarin and signaled to come to me. As he neared me, I feigned trying to grab his hoof, only to grab only air and continue to plummet downward. Soarin tried his best, which, by a Canterlot actor would have deemed realistic, look of worry and rocketed after you. After you went down behind the wall of the stadium, at the point where nopony could see me, Soarin actually started to try and catch me, stopping me from hitting the ground mere feet away.
“Alright, now see that balcony up there? Head there, after you drop me off, go back up, bring up my shattered guitar as well, it’ll be proof, now go! I’ll see you in two weeks at a café in Ponyville, now go before they get suspicious!”
“Alright, goodbye Disc, see ya soon.” Soarin replied solemnly.
As I watched my friend go back up to the main stadium, I started to feel a pang of guilt stab my heart for what all of my poor fans were about to endure.
The death of my parents still haunts me today.
I shook my self out of my self loathing and began to spray on the black hair dye, effectively making my amazing navy blue pelt a deep black. Then I put on the blue colored contacts. I swiftly outstretched my horn and the evidence spontaneously burst into flames and quickly disintegrated. A slight headache formed since I rarely practiced using magic and a spell of even this level combined with enchanting the guitar as well as holding it took a lot out of me.
I may be a good DJ, but I’m no Star Swirl the Bearded.
I quickly galloped up the stairs ignoring the headache and paused once I saw what was going on in the stadium. I looked down to the center. There I saw Soarin with his head in his hoofs with my shattered guitar being held together only by the strings sitting next to him. Spitfire was crying, while Fleetfoot had a look of complete indifference on her face.
Well screw you too Fleetfoot . I thought to myself.
On the big screen, I saw that it read, ‘DJ 1NS4N1TY, RIP.’ The next thing I noticed was how quiet the stadium is even though not five minutes earlier shouting was considered inside voice. The announcer stated that the show was cancelled and everypony started to get up to leave.
Alright, time to start my new life as regular old Leaf Disc again.
Today, a DJ died, but in that death another was born.
30 minutes earlier
(PoV) Vinyl Scratch.
“Hey Vinyl, wake up! The show is gonna start soon!” shouted an excited Rainbow Dash.
Well of course she’s excited, she’s about to see the Wonderbolts.
It was no big secret that Rainbow dash wanted to be in the Wonderbolts. Vinyl was about to say something that might have been along the lines of,
‘Alright stop screaming or I’ll tell Soarin you have a crush on him.’
But the announcer interrupted her.
“Alright ladies and gentlecolts, give it up for, TTTHHHEE WWWOONNNDDERRRRBBOOOLLLTSSS!”
Everypony around Vinyl started screaming and cheering, making the music that she made as DJ PON3 sound like classical. The cheering only increased as the Wonderbolts lead by Spitfire flew over the side of the stadium and flew down to the center. There they stood for a good 10 seconds before launching back into the air and started doing aerial maneuvers such barrel rolls, aileron rolls, victory rolls, and some other stunts that Vinyl couldn’t name. As they finished, the announcer came back on.
“Alright folks, we have a special guest here tonight, I’m sure you’ve all heard of him, everyponie’s favorite DJ, DJ 1NS4N1TY!”
This time it was Vinyl’s turn to cheer as the world famous DJ as well as her idol trotted out from one of the entrances to the center of the stadium. The young DJ took center stage and pulled a guitar off his back and held it in a brilliant white glow of magic while grabbing onto Soarin. Then they both flew straight into the sky and at a height of what seemed like a mile, they finally broke apart and the sound of the DJ’s guitar soon filled the audience’s ears.
The song soon reached it’s climax and Soarin started to dive after the DJ, but at the point they were supposed to grab each other, the DJ’s hoof’s reach was too short and they missed each other by mere inches. The crowd all gave a collective gasp as the famous DJ continued to plummet toward the ground and vanished behind the wall of the stadium with Soarin following behind. The crowd sat in shocked silence until Soarin came back over the edge of the stadium. Carrying only a shattered black electric guitar being held together by what seemed like only the strings. DJ 1NS4N1TY was nowhere in sight.
Soarin was shaking his head as he slowly and grimly flew to the center where the rest of the Wonderbolts were waiting as the severity of what had just happened slowly getting to the Audience. DJ 1NS4N1TY was dead. On the big screen they put up ‘DJ 1NS4N1TY, RIP’ and finally that’s when the audience just broke down. Some just sat there, contemplating why such a thing could’ve happened, while others just broke down into tears, knowing full well that the iconic DJ was gone forever. The announcer finally stated that the show was cancelled and for everypony to go home. As Vinyl and her friends slowly and sadly walked back to the train station, somepony with a black coat, white mane and blue eyes walked past them with a look of urgency about him as he trotted over to the train station, the very same train Vinyl and her friends would be going on to go back to Ponyville.
Chapter 3 A horrible decision...
Forever a DJ
Chapter 3
As I trotted over to the train station, I couldn’t help but feel that somepony was watching me.
Hhmmm… I wonder…
I turned to look around and I didn’t notice anything suspicious so I kept trotting to the train station. My paranoia was really getting to me; I always wanted to turn around to see somepony that was never there.
When I finally got to the station, my paranoia was easing, that is, until I saw the same group of mares that I gave autographs to before the show.
…Aw shit.
I quickly took evasive maneuvers to avoid them and bought my ticket to go to my new home in Ponyville. The train had cars with groups of eight ponies in each one, but since I went as DJ 1NS4N1TY I got a car all to my self, but now I’m just Leaf Disc so I would have to be with other ponies for the frustratingly long three hour train ride.
As I entered the car I was to share with seven other ponies, my heart almost stopped beating. I was sharing a car with the same group of mares from earlier.
… Why do you hate me Celestia?
As I entered and took my seat besides a butter-yellow pegasus with a light pink mane, I felt as if the white unicorn with the sunglasses and the cyan pegasus were trying to kill me with their stares.
They don’t know who I am, they don’t know who I am, they don’t know who I am…
As I constantly drilled in this small fact into my brain, I finally opened my eyes to see if they were still there, hoping it was a hallucination, the pink earth pony with the hot-pink mane was directly in my face, causing my to jump and hit my head on the back of the seat.
“AAHH!”
The last thing I heard before being sinking into unconsciousness was a mare’s voice saying,
“Pinkie what did you do?!”
Ugh, my head, what the buck happened? ….oh right, the pink menace scared me and I hit my head. Celestia damn it.
I started to feel like I was waking up, and I was proved correct when I started to hear voices whispering in hushed tones.
“Is he awake yet?” asked a tomboyish sounding voice.
“I don’t know why don’t you just ask him.” Said a refined feminine voice, dripping with sarcasm.
“Are you awake yet!” practically shouted a high-energized voice right next to you.
“OW! YES, YES I’M AWAKE PLEASE STOP SHOUTING.” I practically had to shout myself.
“Sorry, but after I scared you you hit your head and then you hit the floor and didn’t get up for like five minutes so then I shouted for you to wake up and now here we are!”
Said the pink one so fast you almost couldn’t keep up with her train of thought.
“Alright I forgive you. Just …don’t do that again, I get spooked easily.” I said truthfully.
“Okie dokie lokie!” replied the energetic pink mare.
“Sorry if I seem a little irritable, I just moved to Ponyville from here in Baltimare and it’s been a little hectic. Not to mention the passing of DJ 1NS4N1TY. Him gone put me out of a job, I was his personal advisor. But the pay was good, so I won’t need to look for a new job for a while…”
I stopped when I finally noticed all of their faces after my comment on my alter ego’s death.
“Were you all by any chance fans of his?”
The white unicorn with the PON3 tattoo spoke up.
“Yeah, we were all fans of him. I would even go as far as calling him my idol. But now… he’s gone and there’s nothing we can do about it...” The unicorn openly started to cry on me and soon everypony in the car was crying; all on me for some reason.
I’m not sure whether I should feel like a boss for having seven mares crying on me, or feel terrible that I’m the reason why .
A fresh wave of sobbing broke through my mind and I chose the latter.
Yup, terrible it is .
It stayed like this for about a good thirty minutes before they all started to just sit there, clutching onto me like some kind of large teddy bear.
The cyan pegasus started clutching onto me harder and bringing me closer to her.
OK, this is getting out of my, ‘I just met you a half hour ago’ comfort zone.
I slowly started pulling them gently off me, being careful to not use magic and only using my hooves. Once they had all gotten off, they all blushed profusely at what they had done and they all had looks of embarrassment on their faces.
“Hey, I just remembered, you girls never told me your names.”
The cyan pegasus was first to jump at the offer.
“I’m Rainbow Dash. Fastest flyer in all Equestria!” she exclaimed boastfully.
Then the three unicorns were next up.
“I am Rarity, owner of the Carousel Boutique and fashionista of Ponyville.”
“My name is Twilight Sparkle, nice to meet you.”
“Hey, my name’s Vinyl Scratch, but you’ve probably heard of me as DJ PON3!”
“ Awesome, being 1NS4N1TY’s assistant, I’m a bit of a DJ myself, I even have some of my own music.” I replied casually back.
The other pegasus finally worked up enough courage to walk over.
“Hi my name’s Fluttershy.” Said the Pegasus in an almost inaudible tone
The next two up were both of the earth ponies.
“Mah name’s Applejack, but ya can just call me AJ. The rest of the girls do.”
“HI! My name’s Pinkie Pie! And I plan all the parties for Ponyville and that includes parties for new ponies- HHUUUHH! You’re a new pony! Which means I get to throw another party!”
“Uh thanks for the offer, but I think I’ll just stay home for a bit, I’m kinda tired from running around for the past two days.” I replied to her while scratching the back of my head with my hoof.
“Oh c’mon dude! Lighten up, have some fun. Enjoy some music, drinks and make new friends in a new town, what negatives are there?” Insisted Vinyl.
“Alright, I’ll go. I mean, what have I got to lose?”
I am going to regret that decision…
Author: Oh yes, yes you are.
Two and a half hours later.
The train finally arrived at Ponyville on schedule and I had learned a lot about the new friends I had made on the train.
Rainbow Dash wanted to be a Wonderbolt, Rarity was looking a for a stallion with wealth and charm, (never gonna happen, I mean, nopony else can be me right?) Fluttershy loved and tended to animals, Twilight was apparently personal student to the Princess herself and loved books, Applejack and her family owned an apple farm, Pinkie worked at a bakery called sugar cube corner, (go figure) and Vinyl Scratch wanted to be a world famous DJ, as DJ 1NS4N1TY had been.
While I remembered where I was going I finally arrived at my new house, which is right next to a nightclub, which was probably why the price was so low. I didn’t mind though, I actually kind of preferred it. As I put in my key, I entered the building into a large entry way that branched off to a staircase, a living room, and more stairs which you assumed led to a basement.
Good, I’ll have someplace I can sound proof and make my studio.
I went up the stairs that led to another living room and branched off two ways, one to the bedroom and the other to the kitchen.
Huh, odd design choice but OK.
Overall, the house was slightly larger than my old multi-million dollar apartment and it had a nice home feel to it.
Plus it only cost 450,000 bits…
As I thought that, there was a knock on the door, so I opened it, careful to not use my magic still, and was promptly blow in the face with confetti.
“Surprise! Oh shoot, wrong greeting. OK then, you’re invited!” said the pink party pony with more enthusiasm than I thought was possible.
“To where and what?” I replied skeptically.
“To sugar cube corner silly! You’ve never had a corner cupcake. And until you do you have not lived!” Exclaimed the pinkie.
“Well alright if they’re THAT good than why the hay not?”
The way pinkie pie laughed suggested as if you had just doomed yourself to Tartarus.
“Okie dokie lokie! Let’s go!” said the mare who was getting more frightening by the minute.
As I followed Pinkie Pie through town, I got to have a look around. But everything and everywhere was unsettlingly quiet.
“Uh Pinkie, do you have an idea as to where all the ponies could have gone?”
“Nnope!” replied pinkie In a surprisingly similar way to Big Mac.
The rest of the trip was uneventful and I finally saw our destination, a building that appeared to be made out of gingerbread and sugar. How… .
I quickly dismissed the thought as to avoid a mental illness that would surely come if I ever tried to figure out. I noticed all the lights were out and Pinkie had inexplicably disappeared, adding to my suspicions and I started having second thoughts about coming with Pinkie. I slowly reached for the door handle and turned it slowly and easily, until I flung the door open and nearly had a heart attack then and there.
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Chapter 4 Start life anew, end drunk as Hell
Forever a DJ
Chapter 4
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The moment I had opened the door. I instantly regretted it.
There was a loud BANG accompanied, oddly enough, with confetti and party streamers.
FHSJHFIKSHFSKF- WHAT??!!
“WHAT THE HAY!”
I screamed while clutching my ears, wishing I had my signature DJ 1NS4N1TY noise-cancelling headset on, but I knew I couldn’t without giving myself away. Just keeping the thing was risky enough.
I saw Twilight walk up to me and help me up with her magic and I thanked her while she explained what Pinkie’s party cannon was.
“Alright, that would explain the loud bang, but what was the other noise I heard while I was temporarily half deaf?”
“Oh, that would be everypony else, it IS your surprise birthday party after all. As well as your welcome to Ponyville party.”
“Oh… well that would explain that as well… wait, you said surprise birthday party. I never told anypony it was my birthday today!” I exclaimed, slightly fearful as to how they knew.
“Oh, you can thank Pinkie for that.” Twilight explained with a giggle.
“But I, I, but… but…” I stuttered.
I NEVER SAID PONYSHIT ABOUT MY BIRTHDAY TO PINKIE WHAT IN TARTARUS IS GOING ON??!!
As I went on my little mental tirade, I heard Pinkie giggle next to me.
“Hehehe, I think you broke him.”
Author: I know right? Hhmmm…. Too easy. Brain fix time!
For some reason my headache instantly vanished and as I stood there dumbfounded by what was going on, Pinkie was suddenly in my face and stuffed a cupcake in my slack-jawed mouth.
“What the hay Pinki- ERMERHGERD thirs ers derricious!”
I tried to say with an entire cupcake in my mouth.
“Glad you liked it- HHUUHH! You haven’t had my super duper amazingly amazing awesome punch yet!”
The pink party menace promptly disappeared as well as her party cannon and returned with a cup of translucent red liquid that looked as if who ever drank it would die from diabetes in an instant.
“Um… yeah…. that looks delicious, but do you have anything else I could drink?”
“Aww… are you sure you don’t want just a sip?” said a slightly saddened pink mare.
As I looked at the sad party animal, I noticed that her usually gravity defying mane looked as if somepony popped it and was hanging down, actually obeying gravity.
“I’m sorry Pinkie, it’s not your punch, it’s me. I’m just not the punch kinda guy.”
I said with complete sincerity in my voice so that the saddened party pony would get out of her funk.
“OK! I’ll go get you something else!”
Pinkie rushed back inside of the bakery and everypony paused for a bit.
“Well are you ponies just gonna stand there or come in and PARTY??!!” shouted a familiar voice from inside.
As I walked into the sweet shop, a loud chorus of ‘SURPRISE!’ met me as soon as I entered the main room.
“aw thanks everypony, you guys really didn’t have to do this for me. Celestia knows I don’t deserve it.”
“Are ya kidden meh? From what ah’ve seen, yer a good stallion with a big ol’ heart and a good group o friends ta boot!” said AJ from the left of me.
“Yeah, and plus I wanted to see if you’re half the DJ you say you are.”
“Huh? Oh right, yeah. Sure thing Vinyl, it’s only fair.”
I walked up to the turntables at the end of the room. Two large speakers, (nowhere near as big as I was used to playing next to, but they were still rather on the larger side) flanked the set up on either side, making for the perfect stereotypical DJ setup.
The first thing I noticed after finally getting up onto the raised platform was how quite it was. Apparently everypony in the room was waiting in eager anticipation as to what I had to play to interest their own local DJ to the point of requesting I play a song.
Hhmmm… Oh I know! I’ll play my very first song that I made as a DJ, it was probably somewhere in the higher end of quality of what I made as DJ 1NS4N1TY, and nopony else has ever heard it before since I never published it.
As I put on the special disc, everything started to go in slow motion. I saw the tempo, bass, and the time duration on the table as well as looking down at everypony at the same time and soon the song started to .Play (Ghosts n Stuff copyright of Dead Mau5)
The beat started to slow down, signifying the end of my song and the entire time everypony in the room was bobbing their heads and or dancing to the intense music. I almost broke down into tears right then, but I just chose to smile like a maniac instead, relishing in the rush that came with being a DJ during, playing, and even writing songs.
I almost forgot what this felt like… it happened almost every other night for the past two years. But now I know that all those times were fake. My heart was never there. My head was always somewhere else, everywhere but the place I was playing.
This is what it felt like two years ago. Back when I was just a local DJ, earning bits here and there from random gigs in Las Pegasus. Back then, there was always this rush, this pleasure of being a DJ that made me proud, and happy as well as content with what I could afford and even prouder that being a DJ was my talent. Ever to be engraved on me by my cutie mark; A vinyl record with a leaf embalmed on it right where the title of a song would go.
I am who I Am. Now and forever. A DJ. (Hooray for using the title! Somewhat…)
As I broke through my inner self-contemplating, I felt a hoof wrap around my shoulder and I turned to see that it was Vinyl Scratch.
“You were amazing! That’s the first time since DJ 1NS4N1TY that I’ve heard music of that high of awesomeness!”
“Yeah, that was like, 20% cooler than anything Vinyl would have played!” (Guess who said that and you get a cookie!)
“It wasn’t that good. Not even comparable to my old boss’ music.” I mumbled with a hint of sadness.
“Now don’t go on downgrading yourself Disc, you were amazing, my club in downtown could use another DJ, it’ll give me a break for a while!” exclaimed Vinyl with a laugh, but underneath was a tone of seriousness.
“You’re offering me a job?”
“Of course, why not? You got the skills, you’re my friend, and by what you’ve said, you don’t have a job either. And you have the pleasure of working with me! DJ PON3!”
“Well I guess even if I declined, I wouldn’t have a legitimate excuse now would I?”
I finally gave in.
Working wouldn’t be so bad… and plus it’s not like Vinyl isn’t attractive or anything… Faust no! She’s my friend! Bad brain! Bad!
As I mentally slapped myself multiple times, Pinkie finally came with a drink that looked a little alcoholic, but it didn’t look too hard, it didn’t even smell that much.
“Thanks Pinkie!” I had to shout, but she was gone when I turned around.
“I have got to figure out how she does that.” I whispered to myself.
“I wouldn’t try that if I were you, I tried and ended up going crazy and having to run away from a hydra and getting smacked a few times by a door.”
Twilight walked by, replying to my mumbling and I quickly dismissed the thought of trying to find out.
Huh, I wonder what this is…
That was the last thing I thought before being more drunk than I had been in my entire life. Even more so than the Canterlot wall incident. A horrible hangover is bound to present itself in the morning. But the story of what happened will be hilarious.
Chapter 5 The Hangover
Forever a DJ
Chapter 5
A/N: This chapter waz a Bitch to write
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Ugh… My head… What the hay happened last night…
I tried to raise my hoof, but I realized something, or somepony, was on top of me.
Please don’t be Vinyl, please don’t be Vinyl, please don’t be Vinyl…
I slowly cracked open one of my eyes to see, that in fact, the DJ Vinyl Scratch was on top of me.
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
I looked around the room to see almost everypony from the party last night were still here, albeit all unconscious in from Pinkie’s ‘special’ drinks and the fact that she probably spiked the punch as well.
Well, at least if I made a fool out of myself, everypony would be too busy nursing hangovers instead of what happened.
Then it hit me.
What if I said something while I was drunk about my faked death! SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT! If that happened, ugh, I don’t even want to THINK about it.
I finally decided it was time to get up and have an actual look around, so I gently magicked Vinyl off me.
I stood up on all four legs and gave a heavy sigh.
This can only get worse… wait… I just screwed myself on that one.
As soon as I had thought that, I knew today was gonna be just like after the Canterlot wall incident all over again.
Only this time, I don’t have Soarin to help me out. I’m going solo on this one. …Eeyup, I’m definitely screwed.
I located the rest of my friends, who were all passed out in the middle of the room, whom they were hugging I thought I was going to hug too.
The hug of death that is. Soarin, you are SO screwed! This is perfect blackmail for Spitfire. Hehehe…
In the middle of the pile of mares, was a sky-blue Pegasus with a dark blue mane wearing a Wonderbolts outfit.
Before I kill him, how, why and when did he get here?
As I started down the road of one of my famous schemes, I was interrupted when I saw that there was a stallion in the doorway to the bakery, his eyes were full of…
I can’t help but think I’ve seen him somewhere before…
Once the stallion spoke, I finally figured out who it was.
“Where is Vinyl Scratch?” asked the stallion, an air of fatherly worry about him as he said it.
Aww shit. I’m so bucked…
“Hey, you over there! Do you know where I can- wait a second, you’re the stallion that Vinyl was with drunk last night!”
Double shit. Now I remember where I’ve heard that voice. That’s Sonata System. The Seven Heavens. The greatest musician to have lived since Haythoven. I am so bucked.
“I’ll ask again. Where. Is. Vinyl.” He said, this time with more of a growl in his voice.
“She’s right over there,”
I pointed to the unconscious form of Vinyl across the room.
“And do you mind telling me what you saw last night, I don’t really remember…”
He just snorted and said, “Alright, you seem to be a cool pony, it seems as if you didn’t take advantage of my daughter even while being more drunk than Berry Punch.”
“Yeah, I’m not really one to do those kina things.” I replied back nonchalantly.
“They say the only truthful pony is a drunk pony and a dying pony. And you were more drunk than during that, uh… Wall incident.”
He explained, ended his speech with an awkward scratch to the back of his head with a hoof.
“Yeah well I was… Wait. Oh shit.”
“Haha, don’t worry dude, it was pretty obvious to me. I have been your neighbor for two years, and the way you acted while drunk gave it away. But don’t worry, it was only obvious to me.”
I was going to open my mouth to reply, only to hear groaning coming from behind me.
“Ughhh, what happened? Wait. Aw horseapples, Spitfire is gonna kill me.”
“Good to see you too buddy.” I said back to the hung-over Wonderbolt.
“Disc! What’s up? How you been doing down here in Ponyville?”
I replied in a tone that betrayed no emotion.
“Nothing much, I only got here two days ago, and I’m already moved in and I already made seven new friends.”
“Well alright, I need to get back before Spitfire makes me sleep on the couch…. Again.”
“Well I would make you sleep on the couch too, speaking that you slept with six mares, none of which were Spitfire.” I reminded him.
“Yeah, uh, well… BYE!”
The Wonderbolt quickly galloped out of the room and flew off towards Cloudsdale in a frantic haste.
“I’m never going to know why he came here…” I said a little disappointedly.
“Don’t worry about him, although I don’t envy his position right now. If Hip Hop caught me doing something like that, I’d be on the couch for a week!”
“Alright then, many stallions will be sleeping on couches tonight. Now, can we get back to the part about you telling me what happened last night?”
“Oh yeah, sorry about that. Well, let’s see, the mayhem started about mid-way through the night at about 11:30, everypony was drunk, yet only a few actually had alcoholic drinks-“
“That would be because of Pinkie’s spiked punch, Sonata.” Answering his question.
“Ah, that doesn’t seem too far from what Pinkie would do. Everypony is gonna party hard and have a good time, whether they want to or not. Now, lets see what you saw last night, I’ll use a memory spell that your friend Twilight taught me a while ago.”
Sonata’s horn glowed and touched my horn and then the room faded from view.
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About 11:30 the previous night
PoV, memory of Leaf Disc
I wonder what this is…
I didn’t really care, I needed a drink, and the drink Pinkie gave me didn’t look too bad.
At least it’s not punch, can’t stand the stuff.
As I gulped down the oddly fizzy beverage, I looked around and ponies started to act as if they were drunk, yet none of them seemed to have drank anything alcoholic.
They seemed to be getting drunk… off of the punch? …What the HAY??!!
“Hey Disc! Come over here and hang with us!” Shouted a tomboyish, drunk voice from behind me.
I looked behind me and saw Vinyl and the rest of the girls at a booth near the other end of the room.
I really doubt I should go over there. But my drunken logic says that is a wonderful idea, so I’ll go and see.
“Hey girls, what’s up?”
“Oh nothing, we were just asking ourselves if you could introduce us to that hunk of a stallion over there.” Rarity pointed with an unsteady hoof directly at Soarin, who had just come into the room, and was getting a glass of punch.
I drunken thought to myself out loud,
“I feel like I should say something to him, something about the punch… oh right. It’s spiked. Hey Soarin don’t drink that punch, it’s spiked ya know!”
But it was too late, Soarin had just about finished his drink by the time my warning went through.
“What? Oh shit…” Soarin exclaimed. “Well, if I’m gonna be drunk, might as well be at a party!”
Soarin walked over to me, and him, still having higher brain function at the moment, just said, “Hey Disc! What’s up! And who might these lovely mares be? Friends of yours?”
“Yeah, and you’re married with a daughter, while I’m as free as a butterfly.” I replied back. “That reminds me, where is that little orange ball of mayhem, I haven’t seen her in like, three months.”
“She stays here in Ponyville while Spitfire and I are doing our air shows, she still can’t fly, so she stays here in our vacation house with the butler. And why do you care where my daughter is?”
“Well, I AM her godfather, so shouldn’t I be worried where my goddaughter is?”
I replied, getting even more drunk by the minute.
“Well alright, that’s actually the reason I came here, that and I was going to meet you at the café later tomorrow.” Soarin replied, starting to become drunk as well.
Damn, that’s some powerful liquor, he’s almost drunk already!
Suddenly, music started to play but nopony was at the DJ stand.
Vinyl grabbed my hoof and we started dancing. I looked over and saw Soarin dancing with the rest of my friends, rather horridly if you asked me, but everypony was drunk, so it didn’t really matter.
As Vinyl and I started to dance, everypony stopped to look at us as we started to burn up the dance floor. Vinyl and I did dance moves that surprised the heck out of me. I started to spin on my horn like a top, doing other break dancing moves that I didn’t even know I knew, while Vinyl was doing her own break dancing and started moonwalking.
After the dancing scene, the party started to die down, Everywhere, ponies were succumbing to the alcohol inside of them, passing out in drunken stupors. One of them was Soarin, who was passed out near the middle of the room, while my friends all slept around him.
I was feeling extremely tired and apparently so was Vinyl, so we just collapsed onto the floor. I fell first, Vinyl fell second, landing on top of me. I didn’t care, I was too drunk to think anything of it. As I started slipping into unconsciousness, the memory started fading and soon all I could see was black.
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Present time, approximately 10 a.m.
“Wow, that was one hell of a night.” Was all I could say after seeing that memory.
“It sure looked like it. Well, I’ll be getting Vinyl and be on my way. This isn’t the first time she’s done this.” He said slightly exasperated.
As he walked over to Vinyl, gently picking her up with his magic, and walked out the door, back to his home.
“I better go home too, I need to eat something and have a good midday nap.” I thought aloud.
As I made my way back home, I heard hooves hitting the ground behind me. I looked back and saw it was Rarity.
“Disc! Disc! Oh thank goodness I found you, I woke up with a horrid headache just now and I remembered that my little sister and her two friends would be over at the boutique tomorrow, and I have to finish a few dresses for a client and I cannot be disturbed. So I was hoping you could watch them while I finished up?”
“Sure, anything for my friend. I mean, how bad could it be?”
Rarity let out a nervous chuckle and said, ”of course darling. No. Trouble. At all. Heh heh”
“O…K… Anyway, I’ll see ya tomorrow rarity!” I called before making my way back towards my house.
What did I just sign up for?
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The next day
I made my way back to my house after I had breakfast at a nice little café run by a mint green unicorn named Lyra, and a really awkward apology from Vinyl on the way.
As I entered my house, I put all of my DJ 1NS4N1TY things away in an indestructible chest sealed by my magic, leaving only my normal DJ equipment out.
I reapplied the black colored dye to my coat and put my blue contacts back in place after a nice long shower.
I wonder when those three little fillies will get here…
As soon as I thought this, the front doorbell rang.
That must be them now!
Once I opened the door my eyes almost fell out of my sockets.
“Hey you girls must be- SCOOTALOO?!”
“UNCLE DISC?!”
Chapter 6 The Lost Crusade
Chapter 6 The Lost Crusade
Forever a DJ
Chapter 6
A/N: Indiana Jones references for the win!
Oh shit! Rarity never told me her sister was friends with Scootaloo! What the Hay am I going to do now!
“Hey Scootaloo, what’s up?” I asked nervously.
“Not much, besides now we have the best foal sitter ever with us!” She replied happily, while quickly hugging my right foreleg.
Hhmmm… what can I do to distract them from myself. What distracts little fillies… Oh, Duh, candy.
“Hey girls, wanna come down to Sugar-cube Corner with me to get some cookies and cupcakes?”
All three of the little fillies replied at the same time in a sound much louder than what three small vocal chords should be able to make.
“YES!”
“Alright, lets roll!”
On the way to Sugar-cube Corner
On the way to the famous corner, I saw a familiar dark green unicorn at a café drinking what looked like coffee and had several pieces of sheet music in front of him.
“Hey Sonata! What’s up dude!” I shouted as I walked up to the famous musician.
“Oh, hey Disc. Nothing much, I’m just trying out a few melodies for my new song. But I can’t seem to get the tempo right and it all just falls apart in the middle of the piece.” Complained Sonata as pointed angrily to the many sheets of music he had tossed into a trash bin behind him.
“How about I give it a try? Being the personal assistant of a famous DJ meant I had to learn and sometimes come up with melodies.” I suggested hopefully. I really wanted to write some music with the wondrous musician.
“Alright, stop by my place later and we’ll see what two musical minds can come up with, eh? My house is on the path to Whitetail Woods on the edge of Ponyville if you’re wondering.” Replied Sonata. He remained monotone the entire time but I could see a glint of relief in his eyes.
“Thanks Sonata! You’re the best!” I shouted as I started away from him and back to the three extremely bored fillies.
“Ugh, we thought you’d never finish talking to him!” Complained Sweetie Belle.
“C’mon Disc, you still have to take us to Sugar cube Corner!” exclaimed the excited orange filly while I picked her up and put her on my back.
“Alright, alright, everyponie’s a critic. And that conversation was less than five minutes long.” I replied back sarcastically.
As the three fillies and I made our way toward the now in sight bakery, I said eight words that should NEVER be spoken to three small fillies when entering a place of sweets.
“Ok girls, you can get anything you want.”
The size of each filly’s eyes grew ten sizes that day.
I was soon tackled to the ground by a small unicorn and an earth pony filly,
“You’re the best, Disc!” said all three fillies simultaneously again.
How do they always manage to coordinate those? Maybe I should treat it like Pinkie and just not question, lest I be chased by a hydra like Twilight was…
“Ok, lets just try to make it to the bakery before you all hug me to death!”
“OK!” they replied, once again simultaneously.
After I put Scootaloo back on her perch on top of my back, we walked the rest of the way without major incident and were finally at the door to the gingerbread looking building.
The fillies ordered their treats themselves and I paid for them. Afterwards they quickly and eagerly began to devour their sweets. Pinkie had brought in our orders only moments after we ordered and yet they still looked like they just came out of the oven.
Just Pinkie being Pinkie…
“You girls doing any crusading today?” asked the bubbly pink party mare.
“What?”I asked, confused. I was about to ask Pinkie, when all three fillies quickly rushed up to me and said, “We’re the Cutie Mark Crusaders! And we’re crusading for our Cutie Marks!”
“Oh, well than how do you do this… crusading thing?” I asked, truly bewildered.
“We just do everything until it works!” replied Sweetie Belle.
“Ok, well then. How can I help?”
Pinkie just giggled in the background as if I had just kissed the princess.
Weird.
“Weelllll, we were going to go crusading in the Everfree forest like we did with Fluttershy this one time. But nopony else will let us!” Complained Applebloom.
“Well, if you girls are going Crusading in THAT place, then you’ll need proper supervision, won’t you?” I replied, unwittingly signing my own death note, as the fillies eyes’ widened more than the incident at sugar cube corner.
(if that was even possible)
“I told you guys he was the coolest pony ever. Well, second of course, Rainbow dash still holds the coolest pony title.” Said an overly excited Scootaloo, who had resumed her ride on my back.
“Well, you girls won’t get your cutie marks just standing around here!”
After the three crusaders and I had left, Pinkie said, “Hey guys! I almost forgot that there’s a storm scheduled for later today so be careful!”
But the warning fell on deaf ears, because by that time we were already gone, on our way to the forest.
Edge of Everfree forest. 2 hours before storm .
“Ok crusaders! Lets go get us our cuties marks! YAAYY!” Once again, the CMC were breaking all logic with their unusually loud voices.
As the four of us stared into the forest, unknown to me at the time, were a pair of yellow predatory eyes watching us from the brush.
After about an hour and a half of failed crusade attempts and tree sap, (oh so much tree sap), the three fillies were discouraged enough to call it a day.
“Ok, lets get going, and the sky doesn’t look too good either.” I said as I picked up Scootaloo again and we started down the way we came.
On the way back, I must’ve taken a wrong turn and we somehow ended up going in a circle.
Ughhh… Why am I so bad at directions !
As I thought about my lacking sense of direction, I noticed a pair of yellow eyes in the brush line, but it disappeared almost immediately, so I quickly dismissed it as me seeing things.
We continued walking around blindly for about another 20 minutes and the sky had turned gray and the sun was no longer shining through the clouds. As it neared the 30 minute mark, the sky looked like it was about to climax and start storming, a rustle in the bushes caught my attention and I started to scrutinize the bush closer, but I found nothing wrong with it, besides a squirrel that was bathing itself in which I apologized. I had heard from Fluttershy that squirrels were very sensitive about it.
I heard stick crack behind me and I froze, my paranoia getting the better of me, I turned around and the girls started to look a bit frightened, so they stuck close to me.
Well, all three except Sweetie Belle, who thought it would be a wonderful idea to poke the bush with a stick using her magic and was rewarded with a low menacing growl.
That sure was smart Sweetie!
As soon as I thought this an absolutely massive timberwolf leapt from the bushes straight toward Sweetie Belle!
“Sweetie Belle, No!” I screamed as I shrugged Scootaloo off and launched myself at the creature with my horn blazing.
The monster saw me, quickly ignored it’s previous prey and swiped at the new opponent, cutting my cheek and sending me skidding to a halt in front of the Crusaders. The monster turned out to be a timberwolf, and it looked to be a pack-leader. It was large and barrel-chested as well as looking well fed.
“Come at me ya walking pile of sticks!” I shouted aggressively, my horn lighting a brilliant white as I focused on an offense spell I was taught a while back that could fire a large blast of magic similar to an arrow, but much larger and more explosive.
The wolf merely growled and lunged at me. I fired off the shot, but I hadn’t used that spell in years, and my aim was way off. It sailed to the far left of the wolf, blowing a sizeable hole in a tree behind it.
Oh buck me.
As I thought this, the wolf crashed straight into me, making my blue contacts fall out revealing their natural red color. I spit out a bit of blood as I hit the hard, packed ground.
I got back up, a little shaky, but still able to fight. I began to charge my horn once more, but for a different attack. This one utilized sound waves that the wolf’s sensitive ears would find bloodcurdling, while to a pony it was merely annoying. I sent it straight into the wolf as it was just about to jump again to deliver a final blow.
The result was almost immediate.
The wolf went down, clutching it’s ears and it quickly ran away from the Devil noise and toward the nice quiet of the forest elsewhere. As I stood there panting from the magically exhaustion I was feeling, I looked down to see all three of the Crusader s had starting hugging my legs, and I soon noticed Sweetie Belle was cut on her right side. I quickly used the little knowledge I had in medical magic to stop the bleeding and to protect against infection. And as soon as I finished, I felt a drop of water hit my fur and I remembered the sky from earlier.
“Well, none of us are fit to get back all the way to Ponyville. So lets go find some shelter and sleep for a bit. We’ll go home in the morning, ok girls?” I questioned to the three leg magnets.
They all nodded their heads and we made our way around the forest until we came across a sheltered overhang and I decided that it was a good place to rest and I lied down, with the three fillies holding onto me like I was some long lost teddy bear. Soon I heard the rhythmic breathing coming from each of them.
How will I explain this? I lost both my contacts to that timberwolf attack and the rain washed away my hair dye. Now, I’m DJ 1NS4N1TY, not Leaf Disc. For all I know, Leaf Disc died back there with the timberwolf…
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PoV switched to Mane 6
Ponyville, 30 minutes after CMC and Disc leave Sugar cube Corner
“Hey Rainbow Dash!” said Pinkie Pie.
“Ugh, what is it Pinkie?” Replied Rainbow Dash, a little annoyed.
“Have you seen Disky or the girls today?” Asked the pink mare.
“No, I haven’t seen him or the little fillies for like, two days, let alone today.” The Rainbow manned dare devil replied back.
“Well, Disc said something about the girls crusading in the Everfree forest earlier…” Said Pinkie a little guilty.
“THEY DID WHAT NOW?!?!?!?!” shouted Rainbow Dash.
“THEY WENT CRUSADING IN THE EVERFREE FOREST 30 MINUTES AGO!-“
“C’mon Pinkie! We gotta get the rest of the girls and go find Disc and the girls!
AAAAAAAAAAAANND cliffhanger. Trololol~
Chapter 7 Revelations
Forever a DJ
Chapter 7: Revelations
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POV Leaf Disc
Warning: Sad everything inbound! Editors note: So many feels….
I was at a loss for words.
I couldn’t speak, think, or even move. But the moving part was mainly because of the three scared fillies cuddled up next to me underneath the damp overhang. The storm was still raging outside of the small sheltered rock formation.
How will they take me being the former DJ 1NS4N1TY? Will they be mad that I faked my death and caused everypony so much grief?
I could easily understand if they did. After my parents’ death twelve years ago, a brutal murder in cold blood right in front of me, I had a front seat ticket to their lives’ fading away and could do nothing to stop it. The killer was never even found. He just disappeared.
I had felt like I was a hollow shell.
I had contemplated suicide many times during that dark and lifeless period of my life. Just going about everyday life like it was mandatory. Not a single thing gave me enjoyment or happiness. Actually, back then there was one source of happiness for me.
The only thing that kept me from pulling the figurative trigger was a young gray mare with a two-tone brown unkempt mane and a boom box cutie mark. Her name was Hip Hop and would always somehow find a way to keep me from losing my grip. Whether it was showing me different music, taking me to a Wonderbolts air show, or just taking me to get a treat at a Los Pegasus candy shop, she could always keep me in a relatively happy mood.
One day I almost gave up on life once more. I was still a colt, only 12 years old. After getting daily visits from Hip Hop for nearly two years since my parents’ death, one day, she didn’t show up during her usual time. Thinking to myself that she was just running late, I waited. I waited, and waited. I waited for hours until it was dark and I just walked slowly back to my empty home, feeling dejected and hurt. The only pony that cared about me apparently cared no longer.
After seven years of depression, I finally worked up enough willpower to get a DJ job so I could pay for my parents’ house. Their bits weren’t going to last forever. Another year went by, a little better than the previous years. I was still rather depressed but I smiled every once in a while at least. I played oddball venues and working when I could. Los Pegasus, being the party capitol of the world, had a larger demand for DJs than most other cities in Equestria. I was noticed by a music producer from Canterlot at one of my usual venues and asked if I would go to Canterlot to produce music.
Also, he mentioned it as if it was just a little side note; “The pay is 5,000,000 bits a year if you go double platinum.”
My jaw almost hit the floor when he mentioned that last part and I promptly said yes. I signed ~~my soul away~~, the contract, and he told me to meet him at the train station the next morning.
After two years of DJ-ing all over Equestria, spreading the stage name the record company gave me, DJ 1NS4N1TY, I went triple platinum and became the famous DJ that everypony knew and loved. I thought that life was worse than my old life; At least in my old life I smiled every once and a while and I got to actual decide what to do. I met my present best friend and Wonderbolt, Soarin, after he and I met at a bar after doing a performance together at one of their shows. He was the only pony who understood me and could relate to.
I finally snapped out of reminiscing my horrible life and looked down at the three fillies clutching me. I shifted my body a little, considering I was currently sitting on my tail and had not noticed until now. As I shifted, the three crusaders woke up and after looking curiously at my navy coat and now red eyes, started to hug me harder than before.
“It’s alright girls, I’ll get you all to Rarity, Applejack, Big Macintosh, Granny Smith, Soarin and Spitfire. I promise this if even if it’s the last thing I do in this world.” I said in the most honest way I could.
These fillies will get back to their families even if I die trying. At least I have nopony to worry about me if I die, these little fillies did.
I looked outside and noticed that somehow the storm was still going on. It seemed to have gotten dark, but it was hard to tell since it had been dark since the storm started.
I decided that I needed a little rest if we were going to get to Ponyville in the morning. I found a comfortable position on the cold, damp ground and lay down on my side. The crusaders slept in the curving crescent of my body and used my stomach as a pillow, trying to comfort themselves as best they could.
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Mane 6 PoV
“C’mon Pinkie hurry up! We need to get the others!” shouted an impatient Rainbow Dash.
“Hey, Pinkie where’d you go-“ Rainbow was cut off before finishing her sentence.
“I’m right in front of you silly filly!” Said a voice from in front of her while her back was turned.
“AAHH!!”
Rainbow Dash crashed into a tree that had appeared in her way as Pinkie surprised her, throwing her off course.
“Ow, dang it Pinkie, we need to be serious here!”
“I am being serious! I already told all the others, well, everypony except for Vinyl. She had a gig. So I didn’t bother her with trivial information.” Replied the psychotic pink mare.
“TRIVIAL INFORMATION?! PINKIE, DISC AND THE CMC ARE IN THE EVERFREE FOREST AND THEY COULD BE HURT! HOW IS THAT TRIVIAL!?!!?!” Shouted the infuriated cyan Pegasus.
“Because I read ahead! Don’t worry Dashie, they’ll be fine!” Said Pinkie enthusiastically.
“Read…. Ahead… never mind. Just Pinkie being Pinkie, now, let’s hurry and get to the Twilight’s!
“Okie dokie lokie!” replied Pinkie, who was now in the tree above her.
The two mares hastily made their way to the library where the rest of their friends, were waiting.
“Where d’ya think they are Twi? Pinkie said they’d both be here by now.” Said an impatient Applejack.
As soon as Applejack finished her sentence, the door to the library burst open and a cyan, rainbow blur sped into the library, missing a shelf by mere inches. A pink mare soon bounced in following the blur.
“Well, I hope that answers your question Applejack.” Said Twilight.
“Good Heavens, what happened to you two?! Rainbow, just LOOK what you did to your mane! It looks awful! I canNOT stand here and let such an abomination of fashion and beauty live a moment longer.” Exclaimed an astounded Rarity.
A second later, Rarity had Rainbow Dash in a barber chair that Pinkie pulled out of nowhere, and began fixing her mane. After about five minutes of protest from Rainbow, and cutting and styling of hair, Rarity held up a mirror to show Rainbow her new style.
“AH! WHAT DID YOU DO?!” Shouted a disgusted Rainbow Dash.
“I killed an abomination, and turned it into a fashion statement.” Said Rarity proudly, and with a flip of her mane.
“BUT-BUT –BUT, ITS NOT AERODYNAMIC ANYMORE! And it’s all fanc- diff- bad!”
Rarity had put Rainbow’s usually unkempt mane into curls of rainbows instead of just having the individual colors flow freely down.
“BUT- Oh never mind. We need to find Disc and the CMC before it’s too late!”
“Oh, right. Sorry darling, I got a bit carried away there for a moment.” Apologized Rarity.
“OK then lets go. To the Everfree Forest! Spike,” Twilight asked her assistant, “Watch the library while we’re gone, OK?”
“Sure can do Twilight!” Replied Spike from the upstairs loft.
The six mares made their way to the Everfree forest on the edge of Ponyville.
“Alright girls, in order to find them as quick as possible, we’ll divide into three groups of two. Pinkie and Fluttershy, Applejack and Rainbow Dash, and me and Rarity. Any questions?” Said Twilight.
Nopony raised their hoof.
“Good, now, let’s go find Disc and the Cutie Mark Crusaders!”
“YEAH!”
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30 minutes later
They three groups made it back to the edge of the forest. It had started storming as was scheduled and the search was called off. All three groups had no luck in finding them. Rainbow and Applejack almost thought they find them, but were chased by a large Timberwolf and had to run. Pinkie and Fluttershy didn’t find a single clue.
“Girls come look at what Rarity and I found!” Said a confused Twilight.
Twilight took two blue contact lenses from her saddle bag and held them out with her magic for the others to see.
“OK, but what’s it have to do with Disc and the CMC?” asked AJ.
“Remember how Disc’s eye color was blue? Well, what if it isn’t blue, and is actually a different color and he wears blue contacts to hide something!” said the ever-observant Twilight Sparkle.
“I don’t think he was hidin nuthin’ Twi, maybe he just has bad eye sight and doesn’t like his natural eye color?” Asked hopeful Applejack, she didn’t want to think that their friend was hiding something.
“I- I don’t know AJ. I just don’t know.” Replied Twilight solemnly.
After they made their slow, sad walk back to the library, they made a unanimous vote to find them in the morning and get some sleep.
As they entered the library, they all went to the main room and just camped out on the floor. Too tired and sad to go to their respective homes.
“I hope we find you Disc. And I hope you’re alright when we do.” Whispered Rainbow Dash as she fell asleep.
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PoV DJ 1NS4N1TY; Leaf Disc .
All I could see was an empty void. One light turned on in the, what appeared to be, the center of the room. There was a spot light on two ponies.
“Mom… Dad?” I tried to speak, but no words came out.
The light shut off. In their place was a gray mare with a two-tone brown mane and tail.
“Hip Hop?....” Once again, no words came out of my mouth.
A second time the light turned off. A third time it turned on. In the mare’s place was Soarin, but he didn’t look his usual self. He was just staring at two grave stones, on them were the names Spitfire and the other Scootaloo.
“Soarin… Spitfire…. Scootaloo….” Only my lips moved, my vocal chords still refused to work.
A third time the spotlight turned off, and I was scared to see who would be next.
“NNNNNNOOOOOOOO!”
My vocal chords obeyed my command this time and I shot up from my position of lying prone on the ground and I almost hit my head on the rock above me.
I looked around the sheltered overhang with fear, realizing it was just a nightmare, I breathed a long and deep sigh of relief. I looked behind me and I saw the three crusaders waking up slowly. I sat staring at the forest for what seemed like hours but was most likely only minutes The sun had yet to rise, but I could easily tell it was dawn. I was broken out of my trance by the three girls hugging my forelegs.
“It’s alright girls, we’re going home to Ponyville now. When we get there… I’ll drop you girls of at the library and I’ll most likely end up going back to Canterlot.” I said, the sad truth finally reaching me.
“But why!” All three girls exclaimed at the same time as usual.
“Because if you hadn’t already noticed, I’m DJ 1NS4N1TY, I have to go back now since my identity’s been revealed.
“So, just cuz you’re a DJ doesn’t mean you have ta leave! Just look a’ Vinyl Scratch! She’s a DJ and she stays here in Ponyville!” complained Applebloom.
“Yes, yes I know… But she didn’t sign a contract with a record company that basically took away most civil rights.” I said sadly, as well as thinking about the alabaster unicorn.
The four of us just sat staring at the forest for a few moments before I decided that I needed to face the truth and get over it. As well as get these fillies back to their families.
“Alright, we’ve waited long enough. We need to get back to Ponyville and get you girls back to your families.”
The three crusaders just nodded their heads slowly and started to follow me as I stood up and started toward the location of Ponyville. During the time I was staring at the forest, due to the elevated height of the outcrop of rocks, I could see the Ponyville Clock tower.
After about a half hour of walking, the forest started to thin out and soon we were on the dirt path we took earlier on the way in. We were nearing the outskirts of town, and could now see the clock tower once again.
As we entered the town proper, I noticed that nopony was awake yet and I was thankful. I didn’t want to be mobbed now, especially since I was carrying three small fillies on my back.
As I passed the market square, Sugar cube Corner, The Post Office, the weather department, and the quills and sofas general store, I the library soon came into sight. I slowed my pace, I wanted to be Leaf Disc as much as possible and DJ 1NS4N1TY as little as possible. But the inevitable finally came. I was standing outside the library and soon found myself opening the door…
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PoV Mane 6 30 minutes earlier
Rainbow woke up groggily.
She had a horrible nightmare; she dreamt that she standing in the Everfree Forest with Leaf Disc dying in her hooves. He was saying, “Why Rainbow? Why didn’t you come and find me? Why…..” She had woken up at that point, not wanting to see anymore of the painful dream.
She looked around the room wondering why she wasn’t in her cloud manor until she remembered that she slept here with the girls after their… failed… search for Disc and the CMC. As she looked around, she also noticed that the rest of the girls were beginning to wake up as well.
Once everypony was awake, they just sat in the middle of the room, quietly wishing that Disc and the Crusaders would just come back to them.
“Hey, why is everypony so sad?” asked a confused Spike.
“GO AWAY SPIKE!” everypony in the room shouted at once.
“Ok, jeez, it was just a question…”
Rarity finally broke the silence and spoke what was on everyponie’s mind.
“Does anypony think it’s odd to feel so passionately for somepony even though we’ve only known him for a week?”
Everypony in the room shook their heads slowly and just stared at the floor in front of them. If sheer emotion could make something happen, Leaf Disc would’ve just appeared in the center of the room. Even Pinkie Pie had nothing funny to say, not even a fourth wall break to ease the sadness. She just sat looking depressed with her mane going straight down looking at the floor like everypony else.
They all soon began to think that they were gone and to accept that, but right before that happened Rainbow and everypony else in the room froze and turned to the sound of the front door being slowly opened.
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PoV Leaf Disc
I slowly started to open the door with my magic, not caring who saw it at this point.
It doesn’t matter what color my magic is, the instant they see red eyes, navy coat and spiky white mane it would be a dead give away.
I finally pushed the door open and slowly walked into the library. As soon as I closed the door behind me and gently put the three fillies on my back I was tackled by a cyan blurred comet and I looked up to see a teary eyed Rainbow Dash who soon was yelling at me.
“What did you do to Leaf ?!? Why do you have the CMC but no Leaf Disc, huh? Answer me!”
I opened my mouth to reply but Twilight answered for me, already seeing through me like my old disguise was made of glass.
“Rainbow… I think that is Disc.”
Rainbow looked back down onto me and instantly noticed my red eyes and navy coat, as well as my now paper white spiky mane, the trademark look of DJ 1NS4N1TY.
“But, if this is Disc….” She started, but I finished her sentence for her.
“Yeah, I’m…. DJ… 1NS4N1TY.” Said gloomily.
“Wait, if you’re DJ 1NS4N1TY, shouldn’t you be dead?” She replied suspiciously.
“Yeah, I should be dead. I faked my alter ego’s death at that Wonderbolts performance a week ago because I absolutely with all my heart hated my old DJ life. I had no choice in anything I did. Sure being famous felt pretty good, having everypony shout my name. But it wasn’t MY name. They were always shouting DJ 1NS4N1TY, not Leaf Disc.”
Everypony just looked at me like I was some long lost relative and I was soon enveloped in a gigantic group hug. Rainbow Dash was by far hugging me the hardest out of all of them. They were all crying, but Rainbow Dash was absolutely bawling on my shoulder. This continued for several minutes until they were all asleep on me and Rainbow Dash was clutching my right foreleg.
That went better than I ever could have hoped. All my friends still love me and are more than happy to see me again, even after my revelation. I only have one question, where is Vinyl Scratch?
At a gig. Point 1 for sanity!
Chapter 8 Life Goes On
Forever a DJ
Chapter 8: Life Goes On
You guys asked for more character development, so here it is. Oh, and also, Lyra is a main character now. Trololol~
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Well, that went better than expected.
I started muttering to myself, “My revelation about being DJ 1NS4N1TY didn’t even phase them, it was as if I told them my grocery list or what shampoo I use. These Ponyville ponies are so odd. Wait, what am I saying? I’m talking to myself. Hypocrite.”
I started my way back home after a well needed nap at the tree house/library thing.
Who puts a library in a tree? Kind of ironic, since paper is made of trees and books are made of paper. Mayor Mare, why do you torture that poor tree?
I was in the middle of contemplating whether that was intentional by the mayor or that I was the only pony to notice when I walked into my front door. Again.
Darn you door! May you burn in Tartarus with all the other doors that I’ve bumped into!
I walked into the moderately sized home, and put my new picture away. While at the library, Twilight had Spike take a picture of all eight of us, minus Vinyl Scratch.
I wonder where Vinyl Scratch is anyway? Oh my Celestia, I went off on more tangents than Pinkie Pie.
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At The Rave, former venue of DJ 1NS4N1TY PoV Vinyl Scratch
“Thanks for coming on such short notice DJ PON-3. After DJ 1NS4N1TY disappeared at that air show last week, we didn’t have a DJ to play music!” said the owner of the nightclub.
I replied with enthusiasm, “Eh, no problem dude. After all, playing at THE Rave, is beyond awesome!”
“Meh, doesn’t matter why you decided to come, as long as you’re here and playing good music. I don’t really care.” said the owner while walking away.
Now, I’m gonna show these Canterlot party ponies what a rave should really be, PONYVILLE STYLE!
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Ponyville, Disc’s house PoV Leaf Disc
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE-
Ugh, damn alarm clock, waking me up from my third nap today. I was on a roll, ugghh, now I have to do something won’t I?
I looked over to the time and noticed that it said 6:00 PM.
Damn. Too early to go back to sleep, but too late to do much of anything else. STUPID TIME PARADOX!
“Maybe I’ll take up Sonata’s offer and go make some music with him tomorrow,” I said to myself, “Dang it, I’m talking to myself again. I really need to stop this habit.”
“Well, I got about another four hours before I should go back to sleep. Maybe I should ask the girls to come and have a picnic. I’ve never been on a picnic before. I hope it’s as fun as every pony says it is,” once again, talking to myself, “I did it again.”
Hoof, meet face. Play nice.
I walked into the bathroom and reapplied my hair dye, I would’ve needed new contacts, but Twilight found them while they were looking for me, and I put them on as well.
“It’s a wonder that these are still in one piece after that timber wolf and the storm.”
After reapplying my disguise, I exited my house, on my way to Sugar Cube Corner to tell Pinkie Pie about the picnic I was planning.
Knowing Pinkie, she’ll probably tell the rest of the girls before I get to them. Wow, I’m lazy .
I finally made my way to the famous culinary Shoppe and was greeted instantly by a Pinkie to the head.
“Hiya Disc!” said the Pink mare on my head, not bothering to ask if I was all right.
“Mmphmm mmphph mmhmm,” was all I could say since she was on top of my head, therefore blocking my mouth.
Pinkie apologized. “Whoopsies!”
“What I was trying to say while you were on my head,” I glanced at Pinkie to make sure she was listening. “Was that I was wondering if you and the rest of the girls could come with me on a picnic in about an hour.”
The pink baker responded with impossible haste, “Wellofcoursesilly! What kind of friends would be if we didn’t! You might be 1NS4N3, but we’re not!”
I grimaced slightly at Pinkie’s implied meaning, “Pinkie, you know you can’t say that in public!”
She gave me an honest, confused face, “Why not? Just because you’re actually DJ 1NS4N1TY- Hmph!”
“WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT!” My shouting made every pony look at us, or at least every pony that wasn’t already after Pinkie’s statement.
“Nothing to see here folks, enjoy your desserts and I’ll be on my way!” and with that I was out the door, every pony in the restaurant returning to their meals with confused shrugs.
“Phew, that was… close. A little too close for my tastes, but in the end, it worked out I guess,” I sighed a sigh of relief from not being found out even after Pinkie’s more than blunt comment.
“Now, where can I set up a picnic,” I said this aloud, like usual, but this time it helped.
“Well, you can go and have a picnic in the Park, that’s usually where I play my lyre during the day.”
I turned around to see a mint green unicorn mare behind me, “Um, thanks. Who are you if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Huh? OH! Sorry! I forgot to tell you my name. I’m Lyra. I’m sorry if I’m wasting your time.” Responded the mint mare dejectedly.
I tried to cheer her up by asking her about it, “No, of course you aren’t wasting my time, why would you be wasting my time just talking to me?”
“Because every pony thinks I’m *sniff crazy.”
“And why would they think that?”
“Because *sniff I study mythology as a historian and *sniff I believe in humans because of all the evidence I’ve found,” Lyra said sobbing.
Oh shit what did I do? What do I do?
I just stared at the poor mare until I remembered that I should cheer her up, “Well, if you have evidence, I think that all those ponies can stuff it.”
Lyra looked up at me with huge puppy dog eyes, “You *sniff really think so?”
“Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye,” I said my pinkie promise while doing all the hoof motions, and then feigning putting my hoof in my eye.
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Sweet Apple Acres
“Hehehe, Disc just made a Pinkie Promise!”
“Pinkie?”
“Yes AJ?”
“Uhh, never mind. ”
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Back to the story.
Lyra just stared at me and then did something I didn’t expect; she hugged me.
I just sat on the ground holding the poor dejected mare until she stopped crying and sat up, “I’m so sorry! First I complained to you and then I hugged you without permission and then I cried on you and,” I put my hoof to her muzzle and said, “It’s OK Lyra, honestly, I don’t think you’re crazy, I think who ever does is crazy. Also, have a request to ask you.”
This time it was Lyra’s turn to look confused, “You do?”
“Yes I do, would you like to come to the picnic I’m hosting later? It’ll be you, my friends, and me; eating good food, talk a bit, and look at the stars. Sound like fun to you?” I said replying, watching her mouth grow bigger until her smile took up almost half her face.
Wow she has a pretty smile… DAMN IT BRAIN, EVERY TIME!
“You… you would do that… for me?” she asked questioningly.
“Why the buck not? You seem like a good pony, you’re just misunderstood, that’s all,” I said to the mint mare, who by now was on the verge of exploding with happiness.
“Oh thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!” Lyra said, if she were trying to hug me into submission, it probably would’ve worked.
“Ok, ok, you can get off of me. ~~for now~~. Just come to the park in an hour or so and enjoy yourself,” I said to Lyra as she awkwardly got off of me and picked up the lyre that was next to her.
Huh, how did I not notice that earlier?
“Sorry again, I’ll see you later uh, umm….” “Disc, Leaf Disc.” “OK, bye Disc! Thank you for your time!” Lyra shouted as she ran, presumably home.
“OK, well that took all of about 15 minutes. Well, I better start getting all of the stuff for the picnic ready, who knows how long that’ll take. I know who doesn’t; namely me.”
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The Rave PoV Vinyl Scratch
The music started to fade as the song ended and I stepped down from the stage and walked over to the bar, “One hard cider,” I said, tired after three hours of nonstop DJing.
“Alright PON-3, here ya go, it’s on the house for doing an amazing job out there for your first night,” said the bartender, who also happened to be the owner.
“Yeah, I guess I was pretty awesome, I haven’t even played Bass Canon yet, but I don’t think I’m as good as DJ 1NS4N1TY was….” I said half-heartedly.
“You know, there’s a rumor going around that DJ 1NS4N1TY isn’t dead, and it was all staged. I guess it could make sense, no pony ever found the body, and Soarin is a known friend of the DJ, it could’ve happened,” the owner said nonchalantly, as if he were talking about the weather.
“WHAT?! He could still be alive!” I shouted in absolute fan-girlish glee, but luckily nopony looked over.
“Well, it’s only a rumor. But the odd part is, unlike most rumors, where they take place in the same area, here being Canterlot, but with this one, it appears that he is in Ponyville,” the bartender finished and looked toward Vinyl for her reaction.
I just sat there with a dumb look on my face, cider dripping out of my open my mouth, “Did…. You just say…. Ponyville?”
He replied in a voice not unlike Big Mac, “Eeyup.”
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Ponyville Park, Picnic PoV Leaf Disc
I waited outside of the park for five minutes until I saw Lyra walking tentatively toward the park.
D’awwww, she thinks I didn’t show up and abandoned her. Allow me to fix that.
“Hey Lyra! Over here!” I shouted to the mint green mare.
“Hey Disc! You won’t believe how happy I am that I’m here!” said the now hyperactive mare.
“Ok, settle down, now, let’s get over to the picnic sight, shall we?” I said to my new friend.
“Alright, lead the way I guess,” Lyra said.
We started to walk over to the picnic sight, and Lyra would slowly start to lean toward me and then realize what she was doing and pull away; this continued until we reached the site.
It was actually kind of cute now that I think about it.
I looked over and saw the other six of my friends were present, and Rainbow Dash was giving Lyra a weird look.
“What’s SHE doing here?” Rainbow asked suspiciously.
“That she, is Lyra, and I brought her with me tonight because every pony has treated her the exact way you just did. Honestly, out of all the ponies in the world, I would think the elements of harmony would be the most accepting,” after I finished speaking, all the mares present became silent, and Lyra was shifting her weight from hoof to hoof.
Well that sure shut them up.
“I… I’m sorry Disc. It’s just that, she’s so weird and-“ I cut her off, “Stop right there. How do you know she’s weird? So what, she believes in humans, that’s HER opinion and belief. You shouldn’t go off and judge people based on that, and if you actually spent some time talking with her, you’d realize just how wrong you are.”
Silence again? I own these mares.
“I think what Rainbow was trying to say was, we were just a little surprised that you brought along another pony here, it appears as though we don’t know much about your social interactions, do we?” Said Rarity, usually, the voice of reason.
“OK, I believe you. Anyway, Rarity, AJ, RD, Twilight, Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy, this is Lyra, my new friend,” I pointed at each one with my right hoof as I said their name to show Lyra who was who and simply pointed at her when it was her turn.
“Uh, hi every pony, I’m uh, Lyra. And I guess I’m Disc’s friend?” She said with a nervous stutter, like any word she screwed up I would…. hit…. her….. I think I found the problem.
I’ll talk to her about it later; I don’t want her breaking down in tears in front of the others.
“Anyway, let’s have a nice picnic, shall we?” I asked all the mares present.
“Finally!” they all said simultaneously.
The picnic was fantastic, and by the end of it, every pony was OK with Lyra being around once they actual got to know her.
“Bye Disc!”
“Bye AJ, Rainbow, Pinkie, Twi, Rarity, and Shy, see you guys tomorrow once I’m done at Sonata’s!” I said to the six mares as they left.
“Well, Lyra, did you like hanging out with me and my friends?”
“Yeah! I loved hanging out with you guys! Usually, I would just be sitting at home playing my lyre.” She said threatening to become sad again.
“Well, we can hang out another time, maybe tomorrow or something, okay?” I asked Lyra.
“Oh thank you! That means a lot to me. Thank you.” Lyra ended her statement with a quick hug and started off towards her home.
“Hmm, I should probably get home as well, today’s been quite a day.”
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The next day
“Alright, first thing today, write a song with Sonata. EPIC!” I almost squeed, almost.
I made my way outside of the café and started off towards Whitetail Woods, where Sonata’s house was located.
The walk only took about five minutes and I kept thinking about what Vinyl was doing or what Lyra was going to do today.
Wow, creeper much.
I knocked on the door three times and an orange glow enveloped the door and it swung inward, revealing Sonata, who was holding an electric guitar in his magic.
“Hey kiddo, so, you wanna play in the big leagues?” Sonata asked me jokingly
“Ha, too late, already played in the big leagues, and hated it. So let’s make some music!”
(Leaf sings I want to Heal and Sonata sings I had nothing to say)
“Aw yeah! I am definitely putting this in my next album, thanks for the help DJ.”
“Eh, it was nothing, just basic altering and some faked instruments, no big deal.”
“Anyway, would you like to meet my wife? I’m sure she wouldn’t mind making us some brownies.” Sonata asked me, wearing a perfect poker face.
“Well alright, can’t pass up homemade brownies, now can I?”
“Hey Sonata who are you talking to-“
I looked over and my jaw hit the floor, it probably could’ve gone through multiple.
“Hip….Hop….?”
“Disc?!”
(Editors note: Whaaaattt? Another cliffhanger?????)
A/N: U mad editor?
Chapter 9 Thunder Storm
Forever a DJ
By: Leafz Pegasus
Chapter 9: Thunder Storm
I’m confusing the shipping now, aren’t I? Trollface.jpg
“Hip… Hop….?”
“Disc?!”
I just stood, gawking at the mare before me. This mare… HipHop… was my only guiding light for almost two years, and then she vanished… But now, she was standing in front of me, replicating the look of utter shock and disbelief on my face.
“Disc… I… I’m sorry.”
What.
“I’m sorry for leaving you without saying goodbye all those years ago,” said the musical mare sadly.
She’s… she’s apologizing?
“Why HipHop… Why did you leave all those years ago?!?!” I couldn’t help it; hot, wet tears streamed down my face.
“I’m sorry Disc! But I was at work singing at the local bar like usual and a pony in the Canterlot Records Company heard me; and he liked what he heard! He… he asked for me to come to Canterlot to start on my career… I had to be on the train within the hour. Disc, I…” HipHop looked at me with an apologetic look in her eyes and a look of sadness was etched onto her face.
I was going to say that I accepted her apology, like she needed one anyways, but my mind and body were done with. I collapsed in a crying mess on the floor, HipHop came over and hugged me tightly. “It’s alright my little DJ, it’s all going to be alright,” HipHop said in a soft, motherly tone. “There’s no need to cry anymore; I’m here for you Disc, just like I was nine years ago.”
I was listening to my ‘unofficial’ mother’s words of comfort and I calmed down soon afterwards. Once our little reunion was over with, Sonata finally said what was on his mind, “What the buck just happened?”
HipHop walked over to her husband and just nuzzled his neck, “It’s ok Sony, just me and Leaf catching up is all.”
“Uh, ok. But what was all of the crying and hugging for?” The musician asked quizzically.
I decided that it would be a good idea to put in my two bits, “Back when I lived in Los Pegasus, both of my parents were killed, and leaving me to fend for myself. I was an emotional wreck, that is, until HipHop came along and cheered me up. She and I would always do something together at three o’clock each and everyday. But… one day she didn’t show up; so I waited, and waited until it had gotten dark and I just gave up. I almost…. committed suicide several times between that time and the time when I became a DJ.”
At first Sonata had a look of slight anger that I was so close to his wife, but then he realized that she was the only thing that kept me happy enough to not end my life with a quick leap off a building. He turned to his wife and I, “I… I had no idea… I know Leaf mentioned that name a few times when we first met… but, I never knew… Oh, come here you two,” he motioned with his hooves for us to give him a group hug. The hug lasted for a full five minutes before Sonata thought that enough was enough.
“Ok, ok. Break it up,” he looked between the both of us, “I know this is a really big thing for you two, but I need to get to this record to my Record Company before my deadline, and HipHop needs to work on her song. And as for you Disc, I’m happy for ya; I really am, I can’t begin to imagine what that must have been like for you, but I’m also certain that you must have something needed to get done today.”
I just looked at him, “Uh… I think I might have something… oh right! Groceries! Almost forgot! Thanks Sonata! Bye HipHop!”
“Goodbye Disc!” HipHop shouted behind me.
“Bye kiddo. Have fun, ya hear?” Sonata yelled as I ran towards downtown Ponyville.
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Canterlot PoV Vinyl Scratch
I looked at my small collection of newspapers and magazine articles that were gathered around the hotel room. I had every piece of writing that had the name DJ INS4NITY on it that didn’t pertain to his funeral after his death. For some reason, all of the rumors all… link… back to Ponyville!
I need to get back to Ponyville, ASAP! Sorry Rave, but I got me a dead DJ to find!
“Now that I say it like that it makes me sound insane. Huh, I’m talking to myself. Oh Celestia, I really hope I don’t turn into Lyra or something.”
The popular DJ turned to the other side of the room and levitated a piece of parchment and quill and inkwell to the table on her right, and she began to write.
“Dear Mr. Rave,
I am sorry to inform you that my friend Octavia has told me that I am needed in Ponyville. Like now. So I won’t be able to DJ at The Rave anymore, I’m sorry for both of us.
DJ PON3, Vinyl Scratch.”
Ugh, I hated lying.
But what would he say if you told him you weren’t going to DJ there anymore because you’re searching for a famous DJ who is most likely dead?
You win this round, brain.
I walked outside of the hotel with all my equipment, the crisp and clear morning air made me stop and enjoy the moment a little, before making my way over towards The Rave.
Once I arrived at the famous Equestiran Nightclub, I put the letter into the mailbox and made my way over to the train station, eager to officially start my search for DJ INS4NITY.
“INS4NITY… If you’re still out there, I’m coming for you; and you better get your bass ready for when I find you.”
((Editors note: Teehee!))
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Ponyville PoV Leaf Disc
“I can’t believe I almost forgot the groceries!” I silently cursed so bad, that even HipHop would smack me upside the head.
I slowed down to a trot when I was within sight of the market square. “Alright, what do I need?” I materialized a shopping list in front of me, “Ok, I need apples, coffee beans, and some roses. Hhmmm, roses. Delicious!”
I walked over to Applejack’s apple stand where her little sister was working, “Hiya mister Disc!”
“Good morning to you too Applebloom. Are you running the stand all by yourself?”
“As Big Mac would say, eeyup!” Said the perky pony with a squee-like tone.
“Well I’m glad AJ finally let you have such a big responsibility! A big filly needs big responsibilities, right?”
Applebloom looked like she was going to explode with happiness, “YER RIGHT! AHM RESPONSIBLE!”
I chuckled a bit at the little filly’s outbreak, “Ok Applebloom, if you’re ready for such a big responsibility, how about getting me two-dozen red delicious and one dozen golden delicious.”
Applebloom jumped off of the stool she was sitting on, “Coming right up, mister Disc!”
Once again I chuckled at the filly’s use of formal and informal responses, “It’s alright if you just call me Disc, Applebloom.”
Said filly was currently struggling to hold up twenty or so pounds of apples. I helped her lift them with my magic. “Thanks mi-I mean Disc!” Applebloom said while giggling.
“You’re welcome, here you go,” I placed twenty bits onto the stand for Applebloom to pick up. “Ok! Come again later Disc!”
“Will do Applebloom!” I shouted back as I walked across the market.
“Ok, what’s next? Ah yes, the roses. I love me some roses.” I said to myself happily.
I made my way over the flower stand, owned by a tan mare named Roseluck. “Hey Roseluck!” The rosy-maned mare looked up from her flowers and grinned as I neared her, “Why hello again Disc, here for your daily rose purchase?”
I just grinned since she knew that I was getting roses; I had become quite the regular customer for her stand, and I always tipped her quite a bit. “In fact, I am. The usual please.”
Roseluck went around to the back of her stand and pulled out six roses as was per my usual purchase, “That’ll be ten bits please.”
I pulled out twenty bits out of my saddlebag and put them on the stand. “Ten bits with my usual tip.”
I picked up the roses with my magic and began to walk toward the café, where I saw a familiar mint green unicorn mare sitting on a park bench, looking bored out of her mind.
“Hey Lyra!” I walked up to the bored pony, her face instantly lighting up at the sight of me. “Do you want to come over to my house later and, I dunno, do something? I’m kinda out of things to do with the girls off in Canterlot and Sonata busy.”
Lyra gave me a pretty good ‘are you bucking serious’ face. “Are you kidding? Of course I’ll come over later! Truth is… I’m kinda bored as well.”
I smiled as I clapped my front hooves together, “Good! Later is now! So let’s go!”
Lyra just smiled her cute little smile as she stood up from her position on the bench and jumped down, falling on me due to her odd sitting position. “Ow…” I looked up to see Lyra, not even noticing she was on top of me.
Or that she didn’t care.
“Hey, uh, Lyra?” The green mare looked down. “Can you get off, kinda need to be able to move.”
“Huh? OH! I’m so sorry! Sometimes I’m just really unobservant!”
Of course you are.
I looked up to the sky and noticed that the weather team was really pushing for a big thunderstorm to make up for missing two weeks in a row of rain.
How much do they get paid for doing nothing?
Forgetting my self-musings, I started my walk off to my house, this time with a mint-green mare follow.
“Ah, home sweet home,” I stated as we neared my home.
“You guess so! That’s like the fifth biggest house I’ve ever seen in Ponyville and you guess that it’s big!” Lyra said while pressing her face against mine in shock and disbelief.
“Ok, so it’s a big house. Not caring anymore- MOVING ON! Now, let’s get inside, I need to put these away,” I motioned to the grocery bags in my magic. “And then I guess we can make some music or something?” I said as I rubbed the back of my neck, a little embarrassed at not knowing what to do, especially since I was the host.
“Ok!” said Lyra enthusiastically.
I walked inside with Lyra soon follwing suit, closing the door behind her.
“Lyra, you can go do what ever you want, you aren’t restricted to the couch.”
“Oh, Ok.” Lyra stood back up, almost falling, again, but I caught her with my magic before she lost her balance completely. “Thank you.”
I ushered Lyra into my DJ studio, “Ok Lyra, here is my music studio, also known as the wub zone or studio of awesomeness.”
“Awe-some.” Was all Lyra could come up with; probably because of the sheer amounts of awesome that this room was instilling into her.
Lyra and I tried for a few hours, but we couldn’t come up with a song that could fuse my loud electronica and her soft, melodious lyre.
Lyra and I walked up the stairs back to the main floor of the home and I looked out the window.
I couldn’t see it, but Lyra had a huge grin on her face when I turned away from her. I walked up the stairs with her following closely behind.
I stopped in front of the guest room. “Ok, here’s your lodging until the storm passes. Which will hopefully be over with by the time we wake up.”
“Ok… and…. Thank you Disc. This… means a lot.” Said Lyra, as she faced the floor.
“You’re welcome Lyra. Now, let’s get to sleep, I think I need some myself. I haven’t had any naps today!” I said with a chuckle, causing Lyra to be sucked out of her bad mood, and making her smile softly.
“Anyways, goodnight. See ya in the morning.”
“Thank you again Disc, and goodnight to you as well.”
I walked into my room and shut off the lights. I crawled into my bed as I worked on trying to get to sleep. I was becoming drowsy and I was about to fall asleep when a loud BOOM of thunder broke through the silence of the night.
Besides being moderately annoyed at my chance of sleep being taken away, I heard the door to my room open. “Hey Disc, are you still awake?” I heard Lyra whisper.
I sat up in my bed. “Yeah, yeah. I’m awake,” I yawned before continuing, “what do you need at this hour in the night?”
From what I could tell from her silhouette against the dim light in the hallway, she was looking down at her hooves, “I…. I’m uh….scared of… lightning.”
I just looked at Lyra for a few moments before deciding that my mind was made up, “Well, if lightning is keeping you from sleep, then come over here. I got a lot of room on the bed for another pony.”
Lyra’s head rose back up. “Re-really?”
I just nodded my head and Lyra walked over and slipped into the covers of the bed, staying on the opposite side of me.
I was content with Lyra having my company, so I decided that sleep was an option yet again, but just as I neared the dream world, another boom of thunder scared the living bejesus out of Lyra and she clung onto me for dear life.
Once Lyra had calmed down enough, she just started to cry into the pillow, mumbling nonsense.
I looked over to the now what looked a like depressed lyre player, “It’s ok Lyra, everyone has fears. I’m afraid of spiders; they’re evil and tiny and just so… evil. You just happen to be scared by thunder; which is completely reasonable, a lot of ponies are scared of thunder.
Lyra and I fell asleep in each other’s hooves that night.
Chapter 10 A Lyre's Melody
Chapter 10 A Lyre's Melody
Forever a DJ
By: Leafz Pegasus
Chapter 10: A Lyre’s Melody
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‘Ungh… Five more minutes…’
‘I think you’d like to see this Leaf.’
I took a grand look around, and I was dumbstruck with what I saw. ‘Woah… It’s...’
‘Beautiful? Yes, I guess you’re right, hehehe!’
I was treated to the most stunning sight I’d seen in a long time. It was of a rolling meadow, with knee high green grass, and the afternoon sun beating down, filling my bones with its warmth.
I stood there, gaping, my jaw touching the soft grass. ‘This is the greenest, most lush meadow ever!’
I looked over to see a mare sitting under the shade of a great sycamore tree; A mint green mare underneath of it motioned the ground next to her with her hoof. ‘Come here Leaf, come sit with me.’
‘Sure thing Lyra, but I do have one question though.’ I asked as I made my way over to her.
‘I know you’re wondering on why you’re here.’ Lyra said thoughtfully, ‘and that is simply because this is a dream.’
I sat looking at Lyra dumbstruck. ‘A dream? I haven’t had one of those in years!’
‘Maybe it’s because you’re finally at peace. You finally have friends who care for you and would go out of their way to make you happy.’
Soarin, Rainbow Dash, Twilight, Applejack, Pinkie, Fluttershy, Rarity, Vinyl, Lyra…. All of these ponies… They would do anything for me, I… Never really knew what a true friend was before. I had Hip Hop, but she acted more like my mother if anything.
‘I… I guess you’re right Lyra, er, dream Lyra. Why are you even here anyway?’
‘I don’t know, you tell me.’ Said Lyra with a sparkle in her eye, ‘maybe it’s because if you want something more than friendship, you should look right under your muzzle.’
I let out a groan. ‘Ugh, why do these things always have to be spoken in riddles!’
Lyra gave a shrug. ‘I don’t know, I’m a figment of your imagination at the moment, I can only speak what your mind tells me to.’
‘Fine, I guess I’m kinda ruining the moment anyhow,’ I looked over to Lyra; and I noticed just how beautiful her mane looked in the soft afternoon light, both the mint green and white in her unkempt mane were a dazzling light show of colors as the sun glinted off the strands, ‘wow, Lyra… you look…’
She put a hoof up to my faded navy muzzle. ‘It’s okay Leaf, I already know what you want to do.’
She gently pulled her hoof from my muzzle and slowly she closed the distance between us, our lips locking in a gentle embrace, neither of us wanting to stop the moment of pure ecstasy that was radiating off of the both of us.
Lyra eventually pulled away from me, ‘you know what you have to do, don’t you INS4NITY?’
I gave her a stern gaze that could beat a cockatrice into submission. ‘I’m not INS4NITY. I’m Leaf Disc. INS4NITY died three weeks ago at that air show.’
Lyra smiled her beautiful smile. ‘Then you’re already halfway there, Disc…’
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“Ungh…” I moaned out drowsily.
I tried to lift my forelegs but I found them constricted by something warm and fuzzy. “Lyra looks so cute when she’s asleep…” I furrowed my brow. Where in tartarus did that come from?
I looked over Lyra’s sleeping form that was currently attached to my forelegs and most of my body, a soft smile gracing her features, filling me with a sense of happiness. “Why does that make me so damn happy?” I whispered to myself.
I tried to get out of Lyra’s grasp, but it only made her hold onto me tighter. Why does that make me want to hug her back!?!?
I tried to move out of her hold yet again. “Oh, Disc…”
Oh Celestia…. Why did I feel completely okay with that?
I mentally face hoofed when I came to a realization. I can just magic her off of me.
I slowly and gently levitated the unconscious Lyre player off of me and back onto the bed. The instant she came back into contact with the bed, she hugged my pillow.
“Okay, now that I’m out of there, time to go make breakfast.” I whispered happily to myself.
Oh! Maybe I’ll make pancakes! I thought musingly to myself as I walked down the stairs.
I trotted happily into the kitchen and opened up some of the cabinets, levitating out of them flour, butter, and some oil for the pan. I opened the fridge and brought out some eggs and milk, as well as some water for the mix to add with the milk.
I started to mix the ingredients into bowls and put them as aside once they were done to set the table with two sets of knives, forks, and plates. Including glasses of milk to wash them down with.
I finished table prep and went along with greasing the pan and pouring generous amounts of batter onto the pan, creating large pancakes.
“Hey Leaf, what smells so good?” I heard Lyra say as she came into the kitchen, still a little sleepy from having just wake up.
“Pancakes!” I said a little too enthusiastically.
“Pancakes? What are those?” questioned Lyra.
My heart almost exploded from that statement. How could any pony live their life for so long and not have a taste of the golden deliciousness that was a pancake!
“You’ve never had a pancake before?”
“No, why?”
I stared at her with an open mouth. “Why? Only because they are the most delicious breakfast food to be made! Well, aside from muffins.”
“Really?”
“Yes really!”
I floated a plate piled high with pancakes over to her spot at the small dining table. I quickly poured syrup and melted butter on top of each of them, making them look like a craft of the goddesses themselves.
Lyra looked at the pile of deliciousness in front of her with unease. “Is this healthy for you?”
“What? Of course not! It’s meant to be delicious, not healthy!” I said as I loaded my own plate with the golden confections.
“Okay then!” said Lyra happily, obviously happy with my description. The results were immediate.
“Oh… Oh! This is delicious! It’s like it’s dancing on my tongue!” Lyra cried happily through a mouth full of pancake. The only way to describe what happened next was mass pancake genocide. The both of us single hoofedly took down twenty pancakes before our stomachs surrendered to the sheer amount of pancakes and couldn’t take anymore.
“Ugh… So much pancakes…” I moaned as both Lyra and I lied on the couch, moving as little as possible as to not lose the breakfast we just devastated.
“I know… But so good…” Lyra said next to me.
We sat there on the couch, leaning against each other for support, for about fifteen minutes. Then I decided we had wasted enough time. “Come on Lyra, I want to show you a song that I made. One that I think more people should hear. Especially you, since you’re the last of my friends who has seen me DJ.”
“Oh! I would love to hear one of your songs Leaf!”
“Nonsense! I wouldn’t be offering this opportunity to you if I didn’t want you to! Plus, you’re my friend, and my friends deserve to know who I am.” I said as I half dragged Lyra into my recording studio.
Yeah. Really letting them know who you are, huh?
Shut up brain! I’m not INS4NITY anymore, and never will be!
After some annoying stairs in which Lyra refused to walk down, (I’m so full!), so I carried her down on my back, and we finally reached the recording studio. “Welcome back Lyra, to the Studio of Awesomeness! Here is where I keep all my music and make my music. This room is completely sound proof, so I can play my bass as loud as I want, and no one will complain!”
“Whoa, you seriously make all your music in such a small room?”
Okay, not the kind of reaction I was going for there.
“Yes,” I deadpanned, “but it’s electronic music, so I only really need space for the equipment and walking room.”
“Oh, okay then. I can see some logic in that.” said Lyra absentmindedly.
“Well Lyra, how about I show you my favorite song when I used to DJ, Bonfire !”
The trumpets faded into the background as the song ended, but instead of a happy Lyra like I thought would be awaiting me once I left DJ land, was a suspicious one.
Oh, she’s good.
Shut up brain!
“I, I uh, have no idea what you’re talking about!” I stammered out.
Lyra gave me a pretty good ‘are you bucking kidding me’ face. “Don’t bullshit me Leaf. What do you know about DJ INS4NITY?”
You’re screwed.
Not helping!
“I-uh, I know he was a famous DJ up until about three weeks ago, when a Wonderbolt stunt failed at Baltimare.”
“Leaf. Please tell me the truth, I’ve gone through more ruins and dig sites to know where to look for things, even to know when some pony is lying through their teeth.”
Going to say it again, you’re oh-so-screwed at this point.
Still not helping!
The look of hurt on her face made my heart skip a beat. Seriously, I thought it could’ve given me a heart attack then and there. “Alright Lyra, since you want to know my connection with our late DJ, how about I show you.” I walked over to a magically locked chest in the corner of the room. Using my magic, I opened the chest, and pulled out a pair of electric blue aviators and a black headset with INS4NITY scratched into the headband.
“Well Lyra, you wanted to know our connection?” I took out my contacts, my red irises gleaming through once again, and then I put on my beloved sunglasses and headset. I cast a spell that dissipated my hair dye, showing my white mane and faded navy coat. All INS4NITY’s trademarks.
“Lyra, I am INS4NITY.”
Lyra just stood there, gaping at the ‘dead’ celebrity in front of her. “But,” I took off my glasses and the headset that I had dubbed ‘Wubsy’ down on the small table next to me, “INS4NITY is dead. He died at that air show. I am Leaf Disc now and I always will be.” I said, as I trotted over to her and nuzzled her neck.
“Oh, thank Celestia!” she said, crying into my shoulder, “When you showed me you were a famous DJ, I thought you’d leave somepony as worthless as me.”
“I don’t know Lyra, I think INS4NITY still might leave you.” She looked up at me with tears in her eyes, “but I’m Leaf Disc, and I’ll never leave you.”
(Editors note: D’awww!!!!)
She held me tighter and just kept crying; but now her tears were tears of joy, for now she knew that I would stick with her, no matter what.
The crying eventually stopped, but we both sat there, just enjoying each other’s company. “Thank you Disc, for giving me some pony to love.” I heard Lyra whisper. I don’t think I was supposed to hear that, because she fell asleep at my side immediately after.
Love?
I looked down at the mare lying against me. Do I love Lyra? Maybe, I don’t know yet, hopefully I’ll find out soon.
‘I don’t know, you tell me.’ dream Lyra said with a sparkle in her eye, ‘maybe it’s because if you want something more than friendship, you should look right under your muzzle.’
Damn you dream Lyra, stop speaking riddles and just tell me!
I eventually got bored of sitting still for so long. “Lyra, hey Lyra, wake up. Wake up. I want to go do something, wake up.”
“Ungh… Five more minutes…”
Sad to say, I gave her five more minutes.
When she finally came back around, Lyra and I walked out of the house intent on going to the park so I could watch her play her lyre.
“So Lyra,” I questioned to the mare to my left, “what do you usually do on a normal day? Well, besides following me around all day.”
“Well, usually I go to the café in the morning to have breakfast, then I go hang out with my friend Bonbon for a bit, and lastly I go down to the park to play my lyre.”
“You do that everyday?” I asked.
“Well… Yeah, I don’t really have much else to do. It’s not like I’ve got a colt friend to spend time with or anything. And most other ponies just think I’m crazy, because you know, humans.”
“Oh right… Well I think that you’re not crazy, and Vinyl and the others don’t think you’re crazy. Wait, you haven’t met Vinyl yet. Well, the others don’t think you’re crazy anymore!” she looked at me with her eyes full of happiness, “And I think that all those stallions are missing out on something to not have you as a mare friend.”
“Thanks Leaf, I needed that. You always know just what to say to cheer me up, don’t you?” Lyra said with a giggle.
“I like to think that I do.” That received a well-deserved punch to the foreleg from Lyra.
“Ow, anyway, we’re almost there.”
“Really? Cause, y’know, I’ve never been there before. Especially not the last 5 years.” responded Lyra, sarcasm dripping from her voice.
“I know, just reiterating.” I said as Lyra and I approached the park.
“Hey Disc.”
“Yeah Lyra?”
“Why don’t you hold a concert here in the park later today, you know, like you used to?”
“As long as I’m promoted as Leaf Disc, and not INS4NITY, I think that can be arranged.”
“Yay!” Lyra walked up to me and hugged me.
“Lyra, that’s enough, ponies are starting to stare.”
“Oh, sorry. I think I got a little bit excited.”
“A little?”
“Okay, maybe I got really excited.”
I just gave her an inquisitive stare.
“Okay fine! I got carried away. Happy?”
“Quite. Now let’s get to the park quickly, I want to see how that lyre got on your flank!”
“So you were looking at my flank, huh?”
My face flushed red. “No! I mean, yes! I mean, I was admiring your cutie mark, and I wanted to see how well you played the lyre! S-Since a lyre is your cutie mark!” I spoke almost as fast as Pinkie Pie. Almost.
“Of course you were.” Replied Lyra sassily.
Oh Celestia, out of all the stallions in Equestria, why me?
“Come on, Lyra, we’re here.”
“Aww, you sound almost glad that our walk is over.”
“I am.” I muttered under my breath.
Lyra took out her lyre from its case that she had on her back, and tuned the stringed instrument until she was satisfied on how it sounded; which was almost heavenly.
Lyra walked over to where I was sitting underneath a sycamore tree.
Huh.
“Hey Disc, you ready to hear my sweet music?”
“I guess, I just hope I don’t fall asleep. I had to go to an orchestra recital because I did a fan letter contest to see who would spend a day with me. Some mare named Octavia won, and at the end of the day I had to go to one of her recitals. I’m sorry to say, but I fell asleep the second the first note was played.”
“Well you won’t have to worry about that.” Lyra said as she walked over to what I assumed to be her regular spot.
“And why is that?”
“Because I’ll hit you with my lyre if you do!”
“Oh.”
The music was magnificent; my harsh electronic music couldn’t hope to beat this. This… This flowed. It was calming, smooth, and graceful. Almost exactly like Lyra.
The music continued to play, and I thought I heard somepony call my name, but I was too entranced by Lyra’s music to respond or pay heed to the pony, whoever it was.
“Disc. Disc! DISC- whoa, what is that?”
“Shush! It’s Lyra playing her lyre, and I don’t want you to interrupt.”
Whoever it was continued to be quiet for the rest of the song, until the music stopped playing.
“Hey Disc. So, how’d you like my song? Judging by how close your jaw is to the ground, I’ll say that I impressed you didn’t I?”
I could only nod at her remark.
I pulled my jaw from the ground and addressed the pony that had tried to get my attention from earlier. “Okay, now that her song is over, what is you want, Vinyl?”
PoV Vinyl Scratch
The train ride was long and boring, my only relief from my boredom was the music player I had brought with my headset.
“This. Is. So. Boring…”
Even though I was blasting INS4NITY, I was still a little bored. But, at the same time I was excited that I might actually get to see my favorite DJ again! That guy was my role model! His music puts mine to shame, if only he didn’t go to that air show…
Man, I’m really tired; maybe a short nap… wouldn’t… hurt…
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEECH
The sound of the train’s brakes grinding against the rails told me that we had made it to ponyville, and start of my quest for INS4NITY has begun!
I made my way to the only other pony that could have any clues as to where INS4NITY might be, the only other DJ in town; Leaf Disc.
I went over to the market, no Disc.
I went over to the library; it had a closed sign on it.
I went over to my club; it too had a closed sign on it.
Duh, I was gone.
I went over to his house; still no DJ.
I went over to the park; I heard some pony playing the lyre.
I really hope this doesn’t make me fall asleep like Tavi’s music always does.
Then I saw Disc, just sitting there, listening to the music.
“Disc! Disc! DISC- whoa, what is that.”
“Shush! It’s Lyra playing her lyre, and I don’t want you to interrupt.” Disc warned.
I listened to Disc, even if it meant stalling my search for a few minutes. And it wasn’t like the music wasn’t bad. It was almost… like running water, if music could be compared to that.
The song finally ended, and I somehow managed to stay awake. Hay, I wasn’t even sleepy!
“Okay, now that her song is over, what is you want, Vinyl?” Disc asked in amazement.
“Yeah, it’s me. I wanted to ask you something,” I looked both ways before continuing, “Have you heard any rumors about DJ INS4NITY being in Ponyville?”
I could almost see his face visibly whiten from a faded navy to an almost gray.
“Come with me Vinyl, it was only a matter of time before I would have had to tell you anyway. Come on Lyra, pack it up, we’ll come back here later for the concert.” said Disc.
“Okay Disc!” Lyra replied.
I got a little confused. “What do you mean, ‘it was only a matter of time before I would have had to tell’?”
“I’ll show you once Lyra is done packing her lyre and we get to my house.”
“I’m done!” Said Lyra happily as she trotted up to the two of us.
The walk back to Disc’s house was unbearable! I couldn’t focus or keep calm because of the mystery of it all! The instant I mention INS4NITY he goes all stiff and now he’s going to show me something? I can’t stand the waiting!
We finally came to a stop at a large looking house, bigger than most homes in Ponyville, but it still had that modest feel to it.
Disc opened the door. “Come on you guys, in you go!” He motioned to the open door next to him.
As I walked in, he said, “Head downstairs to the recording studio, I’ll be there in a second!”
Odd, but okay, I guess.
I walked down the short flight of stairs that led into a large open room that could have easily fit ten ponies comfortably, and I made my way to a door near the back that had a platinum record on it.
Where the hay did he get that?
I walked up to the door and read the record, “Bangarang”
You can’t be serious.
“What is INS4NITY’s hit single doing here on a platinum record?”
“I don’t know. You tell me.”
I turned around to yell at Disc for saying something so stupid, but when I did, my jaw nearly fell out of my head; my glasses defied gravity and pushed themselves up instead of down, and I couldn’t do anything but gape.
DJ INS4NITY.
Right in front of me.
And it’s Disc.
Disc is INS4NITY.
Holy hay.
Must. Not. Fanmare!
Mission fail.
“Ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh! DJ INS4NITY! You’re my role model and your music is so good and will you please sign my sunglasses!”
“Easy, Vinyl, easy. To answer your question, sure, I’ll sign your sunglasses, but I won’t do anything more.” He took the glasses off my head, and pulled a pen out from his earphones.
What.
“Why not!?”
“Because Vinyl, I’m dead,” He signed my sunglasses and hoofed them back to me, “INS4NITY died back there in Baltimare at the show. It’s only Leaf Disc now.” he said as he took his old self off, replacing it with navy dye and blue colored contacts.
“But you can’t just give up DJ’ing! It’s your life! Your passion! The proof is in your cutie mark! A vinyl record with a headset over it.”
“I do still DJ, I work at your club and I DJ there.” He reasoned.
“That’s not what I meant! I meant you need to get back up top! Go back to doing what you do best. Showing up all those INS4NITY wannabe’s and make some kick-flank music!” I argued back.
“Like I said earlier, I’m not INS4NITY.”
“I know that. That’s why tonight you’ll be Leaf Disc. And when the music producer comes to see your show tonight, Equestria will see Leaf Disc. Not DJ INS4NITY.”
I could almost see the gears turning inside that wub-filled head of his. “I guess you’re right Vinyl. I’m going to get back up top, but on my own terms this time, I’m going to do what I want and not be a slave to the company. I’m going to be DJ again.”
“YAY!” Lyra and I shouted at the same time.
Weird.
I started to go up the stairs. “Well come on you guys, are we going to have a kick-flank concert or what?!?”
“Hell yeah!”
“Yes!”
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PoV Leaf Disc
We made it to the park in record time, and damn, I was surprised when I saw the stage was already set up.
“Vinyl, how is the stage already set up?”
“I contacted Pinkie ahead of time.”
“That explains this much better than you know.”
Just pinkie being pinkie.
I walked up to the stage and climbed onto it, feeling the polished metal on my hooves again felt great, and the truly, I missed the view. Being above every pony else, just leading the party, cranking out some wicked music and bobbing to the beat.
I missed those days more than I realized.
I started to create a playlist of songs that I would be playing tonight, and by the time I had organized my fourth song, the ponies were already coming in to see the concert.
It’s okay Disc. You can do this. You’ve been doing this for two years straight before now. Just walk out there and act like a DJ, not a scared filly!
“Hey there Ponyville!!! Are you guys ready for the drop!!!” I screamed into the microphone.
“YEAH!”
“Then let’s hit it!” I put on my addition to my earlier song, Ghost n Stuff, appropriately named, Moar Ghosts n Stuff .
The song didn’t fade like usual; it just ended. No warning, no build up, it did just that. End.
I turned on the mic in my headset. “Are you guys ready for more!”
“YEAH ”
The trumpets faded into the background again, and then I played another five songs before the concert ended.
“Disc!”
I turned to see Lyra running towards me. “Hey Lyra, what’s up- GAH!”
Lyra full on tackle hugged me, pinning me on backstage while she hugged the life out of me.
Lyra eventually got off of me, and I was just about to make my way home.
“Hey, Leaf Disc was it? I have a proposition for you from the solar republic recording company…”
Epilogue
Forever a DJ
By: Leafz Pegasus
Epilogue
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(3rd person view)
“No.”
“No? What do you mean no?”
Leaf Disc looked up from his equipment that he was packing up. “Simple. N O means no.”
The recruitment officer had an incredulous look on his face that he quickly shook off. “I represent the number one record company in Equestria, and you’re saying no?”
Leaf Disc didn’t even pause. “Yup.”
Leaf finished packing his equipment and he trotted over to Lyra. “You ready to go Lyra?”
“Ready when you are Disc!” Lyra leaned closer to Disc and nuzzled his neck.
Lyra and Disc left the makeshift stage, on their way back to his house to discuss what the future may hold for the two friends.
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“So Disc, what do you think you’re gonna do now, ya know, now that you’re known again and you just declined the best deal ever.” said Vinyl Scratch as she slouched on Leaf’s couch.
Disc waved his hoof through the air in a circular motion before replying. “Make my own company, Disc Records, and jumpstart it by ‘buying’ INS4NITY’s title and music from my old record company and add my new music as well.”
Vinyl almost gagged. “You’re just going to get up and make your own recording company?!”
Disc just shrugged. “Why not?”
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe it’s because they cost millions of bits to start up!”
“I have more bits than you’ll make in the next ten years.” Deadpanned Disc.
“Oh. Okay then. Uh… let’s just move onto the next topic. So, what’s going on between you and Lyra?” Vinyl asked innocently.
Disc’s face started to redden as he responded. “W-what do y-you mean?”
Vinyl deadpanned. “You know what I mean Disc. The way you look at her, you always seem to listen to what ever she as to say- face it dude, you like her. A lot.”
Disc looked down at the short coffee table in front of him. “Yeah, you’re right, but what should I say to her? I may have been famous and got with all the mares, but that was always INS4NITY’s confidence. I just don’t know what to Lyra.”
Vinyl looked past Disc and saw Lyra quietly walk into the room. “I don’t know dude, but what would you say to her.”
“Probably something along the lines of like, when I’m around you, you always find a way to make me smile.”
Vinyl started to smile herself seeing that her plan was working. “Anything else?”
“I guess I would try to say that every day becomes the greatest day ever every time she smiles,” Disc laughed slightly, “something cheesy like that. I don’t think I’d be able to even get that out though.”
Vinyl’s smile turned into a full-on grin. “I don’t know, but if you turn around you’d find out.”
Disc turned around curiously, and near had a heart attack. “L-Lyra? H-How much of that did you hear?”
Lyra nuzzled Disc on the cheek softly. “All of it,” Lyra kissed Disc on the cheek, “and yes it was extremely cheesy, but I know what you’re trying to say.”
“I can tell you guys are going to be busy for a bit, so if you guys need me I’ll be downstairs in Disc’s recording studio.”
Vinyl calmly walked out of the room and towards the stairs, but neither Disc nor Lyra heard her, they were too engrossed in each other’s eyes until finally Disc broke the unsaid pact of silence. “Lyra, w-would you l-like to b-be my-” Lyra put a hoof up to Disc’s muzzle, “Of course I’ll be your mare friend, Disc.” She finished her statement by proving the fact and gently kissed Disc full on the lips; the kiss didn’t last very long, but the sentiment was still there.
Together they sat for what felt like hours, next to the window, watching the rain fall against the glass, content with being in each others embrace.
“I love you, Disc.”
“I love you too, Lyra, I love you too.”
End of Forever a DJ.
Author's Note
There you go guys, a short and sweet ending to a short and sweet story.
