You And Me And The Devil Makes 3.

Boring.

That's the only word that came to mind as Distortion roamed around the small town of Ponyville.

He had been walking in circles, trying in vain to find something to do. Unfortunately, with his

current restrictions, it was hard for him to find something that wouldn't undo the progress

that he was making.

Distortion had come to Ponyville because of rehab. He could almost remember it like it was

yesterday. He had taken one snort of coke too many and before he knew it, he was on the ground

convulsing as if he was having a seizure, before falling limp on the floor. One of his bandmates

called an ambulance shortly afterward.

He also in a band. Mareilyn Manson to be precise. A shock rock group based out of ManeHattan.

Distortion is, or was, the front-man. Because of his overdose, he was fired from the band. Out

of anger, Distortion struck out on his own. As much as he wanted to believe he could make due

on his own, he knew he needed help. So, he went into rehab, and for the sake of being in a more

soothing environment, relocated to Ponyville.

The environment had done wonders to Distortion's addiction to cocaine, but it came at a price

of a near maddening amount of boredom. There were no clubs or anything to see any heavy metal

bands playing. No bars (alcohol isn't off limits for him) that had anything particularly strong.

Not even a place where he could go to gamble away his bits. There. Was. NOTHING.

"Dear Celestia, what do these ponies do for fun around here...?" Distortion muttered to himself

as he finished his 6th lap around town.

He walked into the marketplace once more to receive the same stares that he received the previous

5 times he had ventured through. Distortion's coat was a dark blue, almost black. He had a long

mane that flowed down to his hooves almost, the mane being jet black. But what struck ponies

the most was his eyes. One of his eyes was a natural color brown, but the other had a white iris.

At first a lot of them though that it was just a contact that he enjoyed wearing, but no. Distortion

was born with that eye. Some called it a birth defect and said that, with some surgery, they could

get rid of it. But Distortion decided against it, because he thought it looked cool, plus he

enjoyed differing from the norm.

As bored as he was, he couldn't help but admit that he somewhat enjoyed living in Ponyville.

The town definitely had a homely charm to it, almost everyone he'd met thus-far was friendly

to his coming. (With the exception of some batty old crone from Sweet Apple Acres, who kept

screaming that he was Discord in disguise. Weird considering Discord was reformed long ago.)He had even

made some new friends.

The first being a white unicorn with a blue mane named Vinyl Scratch. Vinyl and Distortion

became friends almost instantly because she shared his pain of boredom. So, when bored, they

walked laps around town together, so at least one had the other to talk to. Vinyl, being a rising

dubstep artist, always talked music with Distortion. Although he was never that big of a fan

of dubstep, or any techno music for that matter, he still enjoyed talking to Vinyl. He had

even helped her mix a few of her tracks, particularly giving them a faster tempo that only

heavy metal music could perfect, but could be applied to almost all forms of music.

The second being Rainbow Dash. Like Vinyl, Rainbow and Distortion clicked instantly. But more

so because he could relate a lot to Rainbow's bull-headedness and brash attitude. It reminded

him a lot of when he was a colt growing up, and even to this day, he could still relate to her.

Rainbow also enjoyed his company because she was always a fan of rock music. Plus, she had

heard of Mareilyn Manson and had listened to some of their music. Needless to say, she loved it.

So when Rainbow had heard that the lead singer of Manson was coming to Ponyville, Rainbow was

starstruck, not nearly to the extent was she would be when meeting Spitfire or Soarin, but she

still sometimes stammered or broke out into a nervous sweat when she was talking to him.

Rainbow's other friends were still somewhat shifty around him, mostly because of the vibe he

put forth of: 'You so much as touch me and I'll rip your spinal chord out of you back and beat

you to death it with' still intimidated them a bit. Distortion never understood this, but Rainbow

always told him that they'd come around eventually.

As Distortion walked, lost in his own thoughts, he couldn't help but hear on odd yelling coming

from the sky. He looked around a bit seeing nothing. But than it snapped into his mind as to

what was about to happen, but there was nothing he could do to avoid it. Distortion braced

himself as Rainbow Dash slammed into his side at near terminal velocity, knocking them both

into a nearby vendor's stand. Thankfully, the vendor wasn't around, nor were his goods.

"Sorry Dis, new trick..." Rainbow Dash said, dizzy from the blow she just took.

Distortion was still disorientated, but managed a small "uh-huh".

Rainbow Dash helped Distortion onto his feet as he regained his bearings.

"With your fancy flying, I'm used to you nearly killing me on a weekly basis." Said Distortion

with an amused smirk.

Rainbow Dash crossed her forelegs and gave a small pout before walking with him.

"Well, lets see you do better!" Rainbow Dash said, nudging him with her elbow.

"Nah, I never really liked flying." he said as he unfurled his own wings to ensure that no

damage had been done to them.

Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes and continued walking at his side.

"So, how have you been?" asked Rainbow.

"Oh, you know, the same. Bored out of my skull." said Distortion glumly.

"Oh. Well, if you want, me and my friends are having a little get-together later today, I think

it'd be awesome if you could come!" said Rainbow Dash with a bright smile.

"Rainbow, don't you know by now that your friends don't really like me that much...?" muttered

Distortion.

"It's not that they don't like you, it's just that they're, well, very scared of you." said Rainbow

trying to sound encouraging.

"Thank Rain, but I'd rather not get in the way with you guys. I'd hate for them to think that

I'd be alienating you or something." he said.

"Come on, pleeeease..?" pleaded Rainbow Dash, giving him puppy eyes.

As much as Distortion hated to admit it, he wasn't immune to all forms of emotional persuasion.

"Ugh, alright, fine." he muttered.

"Awesome!" yelled Rainbow Dash as she did a little back-flip in the air.

Distortion turned and began following Rainbow to Twilight Sparkle's house/library.

"Damn you and your painfully cute face..." Distortion absentmindedly muttered to himself.

"What was that, Dis?" Rainbow Dash asked, perking up.

"Nothing!" Distortion said quickly.

Rainbow Dash disregarded it. "You know, you really oughta be more social. I mean, you can have

more friends than just me and Vinyl." said Rainbow Dash

"I know that Rainbow, it's just that you two are the only ones in this town that I can really

relate to! Fluttershy's too timid, Pinkie is too hyper, Twilight is too wordy for me, Applejack

just plain doesn't like me, and Rarity, well, she's Rarity." he said.

"I know Dis, but you should give them a chance, you just need to converse with them a little bit."

said Rainbow.

"I guess..." said Distortion.

The duo approached Twilight's home and Rainbow Dash knocked on the door. A few seconds later,

a purple unicorn opened the door with a smile on her face.

"Hi Rainbow!" said Twilight with happiness in her voice. "And, oh, um.. hello to you too Distortion."

said Twilight, her tone taking on more fear.

"Charmed." said Distortion, trying to sound as friendly as he could.

"Mind if Dis hangs out with us?" asked Rainbow Dash with hope in her voice.

"Oh! Yeah, sure! He can." Twilight said with a more jovial tone, but still possessing the

same nervousness.

Dash and Distortion stepped into the room. He immediately felt uncomfortable, he didn't like

feeling as if he wasn't welcome, plus he didn't want to ruin whatever it was that Dash and

her friends were going to be doing.

"What have I gotten myself into?" he said under his breath.