Cellos without Resonance

by Mr Jelly

Rating: teen
Tags: Random, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Human, Nurse Redheart, Original Character, Octavia
Length: 3589

With no memory of the past week, Spencer Winters finds a strange girl on the 101. She doesn't speak, but can read and write and use facial expressions. Oh, did I mention she was naked, there's that too.

Of course I can't remember what had happened over the last week, or how I ended up in a Porsche, or why I picked up this girl off the side of the road. Was it pity for her because she couldn't speak? No. Whatever. I need her help to find out what had happened to me, and why my laptop wallpaper bugs me so much.

This is a P.o.E. story between a boy and Octavia. What's there more to say.

This is the last incomplete story I'll ever start, by the way. The Cover image was used without permission. Don't like it? Bite me.

Published 2013-06-23 22:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-07-03 04:28:36 UTC

Boom, the start of an adventure

Well, this is a good a start as any. I don't remember how I got to this point in my life, or how I even started to drive a Silver 2012 Porsche down the highway 101 at 4:00 am to begin with. Now that I'm here, going 120 and listening to Guns-n-Roses’ Paradise City, I might as well enjoy it. The Highway was completely empty, not a backlight to be seen, or a headlight across the separator.

'This is strange.' I thought to myself, ' The 101 is always packed, no matter what time.'

I looked at what I was wearing. A leather coat that I'd come across, but never worn before now, A white T-shirt, my cargo pants (I like pockets okay?), and converse one-star black sneakers. Not remembering a thing can be bad. I could have a sharp pencil in my pocket, but I can't check because I might swerve. I might swerve because I can't check to see if I have a sharp pencil in my pocket. A vicious cycle. I was going to put off my amnesia because of too much alcohol, but I realized I don't drink.

Suddenly, a light peach colored object flew past me in the corner of my eye and I slammed on the brakes. I backed up, turned on the hazard signal (not that it mattered, no one was around.) and got out of the car. A woman, not any older than 23, but not younger than 18, was standing on the side of the road. Her hair was either a very dark grey, or a light black. Her nails weren't painted, but were trimmed to perfection. Her face was very pretty, but her eyes were nothing less than enchanting. They were a light violet. Her mouth was turned in a slight frown and her face was beginning to become light pink.

I realized this was because she was butt naked except for a small purple bowtie.

"What are you doing out here?" I asked.

"..." She did not reply.

"Why are you... Why don't you have clothes." I asked.

"..." she did not reply, but her face did become a slightly darker shade of pink.

"Why haven't you answered any of my questions?" I asked, slightly annoyed.

"..." As to be expected, she did not reply.

'maybe she can't answer.' I thought.

I sighed "You can do a thumbs up, if you want."

She became red and looked right at me with surprise. Her hands were the only thing covering her intimate parts.

"Oh, right." I said, "A nod would also suffice."

She let out a breath, and nodded.

"Do you know where you are?" I asked.

she shook her head side to side.

"Do you know who you are?"

She nodded.

"Well, that's good." I said aloud, "are you able to speak?"

She shook her head.

"Do you want to get inside my car and out of the cold."

Did I just see a slight smile? She nodded her head.

I took off my coat and wrapped it around her. I was about two inches taller than her, and the coat was tailored for me, so it covered everything as she delicately held the jacket with crossed arms. I turned around and started to walk to the car, but turned back around when I heard a soft thud. She had fallen backwards.

"Woah, can you walk?"

She slowly shook her head and bit her lip.

"Well, the best teacher is experience."

I held her by the shoulders and lifted her up. I kept holding her as we slowly walked around in circles. she got the hang of it by the tenth circle or so, and we walked to the car, a little faster than before. I opened the door for her and helped her sit down.

I got into the driver's seat and just looked at her. She sat elegantly, like a queen or someone of power. She shifted uncomfortably and I looked away. I remembered that I couldn't remember anything and started to shuffle through my pockets. I placed everything I had in all of my pockets on the dashboard:

A tangerine Taxi-wallet with an ID, debit card, Gamestop rewards card, 60$ cash, and a 16GB SD card.

A small, red flashlight that contained three AAA batteries.

A Graphite colored Gameboy Advance SP.

A Blackberry Storm, with a small Koopa phone charm attached.

A black survival knife with a serrated edge on the back of the blade.

A Contact case and Contact liquid

I looked at all of the objects, as did the girl (Is she considered a girl?). I checked the ID card. It belonged to a Spencer Winters. I looked at the photo, then at my reflection in the windshield. Yep, the same. The flashlight was a little touchy, but worked fine. I gently touched my eye and felt something besides my eye. I was wearing contacts. The knife was sharp, as if it had never been used. The Game Boy had some wear-and-tear, but worked fine (Super Mario Advance 2, if anyone was wondering.) Now, the last thing, the Storm. It had service, but only one contact, which was mine, and one more, important thing.

My address.

I got back out of the car and opened the trunk. A Laptop and a spare tire were the only contents. I picked up the Computer and walked over to the passenger side. I looked at the girl. She stared back with unease. I sighed.

“Look, I can’t remember anything from the past week, so if you want to get somewhere, you need to start trusting me. I’m not going to take advantage of you and yes, I know that’s kind of forward it’s just how I am.” I said, “Many people would probably try to, but not me. I’m not that kind of guy.”

Although I said I wouldn't take advantage of her, I couldn't help myself from taking another once-over. I noticed something that I hadn't noticed before. She had a purple Treble Clef tattoo on her hip. I wondered how I missed it before, for it was rather large. I do know a little about musical score, you know.

I pointed at it, “Do you like the violin?”

She seemed rather confused. She pointed at the Clef, then put her hands out wide, about the size of a violin. She then pointed to herself, then put her hands about twice as wide as before. I got the message.

“Something bigger?”

She nodded.

“Viola?”

She shook her head.

“Stand-up base?”

She shook her head, then moved her hands slightly closer.

“A little smaller than a base?”

She nodded.

“Cello?”

She nodded her head violently and clapped her hands.

“Cellos it is.”

I walked back to my seat and placed the laptop in the backseat. I reached over and placed my hand on the lever for the glovebox. She shifted a little. I would if I were her, a little too close to my stuff.

“Sorry.” I said sheepishly, then opened the glove box.

a .45 Auto Colt Pistol with a full clip and around one hundred loose bullets, which spilled out and fell onto the floor, making the girl pull her legs up in shock.

I swallowed and looked at her, who looked back with a scared expression.

Author's Note

Peanuts.

Preparation for the future

I picked up the bullets and shoved them back into the glovebox. The girl started to fiddle with the door handle and breathe quicker. I got out of the car and ran to the other side and opened the door for her, but she pushed herself back towards the shifter and looked at me with scared eyes. I took my hand off the door, went on my knees, and sighed again.

"Look, I said it before, I don't know what had happened in the past week. The Lakers could've won, a fire could've set the Sierra Nevada ablaze, I don't know. What I'm trying to say is, I don't know how that gun got there, and I certainly don't know why it's loaded."

This seemed to calm her down a little. I got back up on my feet and closed the door. I got back into the driver's seat and turned on the car. It was almost 5:00 and we didn't seem close to the address in the phone, so I looked for any hotels while driving north. Surely enough, a Motel 6 sign appeared on the side, and I exited the highway. I was adamant on getting to the hotel, but first I needed to get this girl clothes. An outdoor mall was placed across from the motel to attract incoming tourists, but it also had a few clotheslines.

I walked out of a Macy's with about three different bags of clothes. I never asked for her size, nor could I, so I just bought things that looked her size with the debit card. Luckily, there was a post-it on the back of the card that had the pin number. The girl didn't get out of the car because I asked her to and, well, she was still naked. I drove to the motel 6 and walked inside the lobby. I went up to the front desk and looked at the lad who manned it. I was rather disappointed that he was asleep. I mean, why would you pick the night shift if you couldn't stay up?! I rang the bell next to his ear, which woke him up.

"Huh?!" He said.

"Hi, I'd like to get a room." I said, with fake enthusiasm.

"Ok" The boy clicked a mouse a few times, "Room 216, second building, first floor."

"Thank you." I said as he gave me the key.

I went back to the car and drove to room 216. I helped this girl get out of the car and opened the door. The room was nice for what I payed for it. One bed. Large T.V. Snack bar. A large couch. Wait, what?

ONE BED?!

“Dammit!” I cursed, “He must've thought I was alone.”

We walked inside and placed down our things. I thought it over for a moment, then decided it was a good idea.

“Hey, why don’t you put on something you like in the bathroom and show me later?”

The girl nodded, took the bags with clothes, and walked into the bathroom.

I sat on the bed and looked at everything else. It was probably best to open up the laptop now. I turned on the power and heard the door open. The girl came out, but wasn't wearing any clothes.

“Why aren't you wearing any, oh.” I said as I facepalmed, “You don’t know how to put them on, do you?”

She shook her head.

I could only think of one way to get her clothes on, but I was too tired to do it.

“Well, It’s too early for me to help you, so how about you just go to sleep?”

The girl looked like she was pondering the thought, then nodded. I got off the bed and pulled back the top sheets. I looked away. She tapped my wrist once she was fully covered. I looked back to see her hand slither back under and she her faint smile once again. I looked towards the couch and lay on it. I heard the girl clear her throat and I looked her way and blushed.

She had thrown back the covers and was patting the place right in front of her. I could see every part of her without even trying.

“I know I said I was forward but, I'm not that forward.” I said as I looked away.

She just shook her head and patted the same place.

I thought it over for a second, and realized what she was doing.

“I-is this your way of showing your trust to me?” I said, looking towards her again.

She nodded.

I let out a sigh. I've been lucky so far with my guesses, but there’s no telling what this girl might want me to do. I took of my shirt and pants and got into the bed. at least it was a king size.

I had so many questions in my head that no one could answer. What was her name? How did she get on the side of the highway without any clothes? It seemed like she could understand me, but it was slightly hard to understand her. She did say, well, answered yes to the question that she could write, so I'd have to get her a notebook and some pens. Who gave me that debit card? How much money was in it? It hadn't run out so far, but that doesn't mean it had infinite money. Why couldn't I remember what had happened in the last week?

Suddenly, I felt something on my back. I looked back to see that the girl had cuddled up to me in her sleep. That was a little weird, but not unheard of, and it’s not like I didn't like it. Her chest was pressing right against my shoulder blades. they felt larger than they look.

I shook my head to disperse these thoughts. I'd only known her for, what, three hours? It was too early to be thinking like that. Back to important things, like why couldn't I remember the last week. The more I thought about it, the more I was sure that more of my memory than just the last week wasn't there. I didn’t remember my own address before I looked it up on my phone, if it even was mine. I had thoughts like these until I drifted off to sleep. What awaited me in the morning? I couldn't say.

Realization

Realization

I awoke to the thud of something hitting the floor. I sat up to see that the girl was not in the bed. I swung my legs over and tried to touch the ground, but pulled them up fast when they touched something else. I looked down to see the girl, who had done a beautiful faceplant.

“Ummm...” I said, “Can I help?”
She pushed off the ground with her hands and looked up. She had a line of crimson spreading from cheek to cheek. She got onto her legs and walked back to the desk that held the laptop and opened it. I wanted to know how she fell onto my side of the bed, but didn’t care enough to ask about it. I walked over to the desk and looked over her shoulder. She seemed to know what she was doing. Well, I suppose watching a Windows computer startup wasn’t that hard.Once she got to the login screen, she stopped. I moved her aside and put in ‘password’

didn’t work

Password

Nope

password1

still nothing.

Finally the hint came up. The girl gasped and typed something in immediately. I just got a glance at it.

‘Grey pony’

“What?” I said, “How’d you get it so fast?”

The girl opened up a notepad and started to type.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” She wrote, “But the password was my name.”

“Well, what’s your name?” I asked

She deleted what she wrote and typed something else.

“Octavia Melody.”

“Pretty name.” I said, “Now, do you want help putting on some clothes, or are you going to go all natural for the day?”

She blushed and looked a little irritated.

“Yes, I would love help, but you don’t have to be rude about it!”

I opened my mouth, but couldn’t think of any counter, so I mumbled a “Sorry.”

She walked over to the bathroom and peered into a bag. She pulled out a long grey coat and looked at me.

“Maybe we should start with a shirt.” I said, “They are usually put on before jackets.”

She looked confused at me. I pulled out a white T-shirt.

“Just hold up your arms.”

She obliged and lifted up her skinny arms. I slid the T-shirt down and guided her arms through the holes. I Picked up the jacket and showed her how to put it on. She had no difficulty slipping it on. I rummaged through the bags and blushed. I pulled out a pair of purple panties.

“Um... These are for your... um more intimate parts.” I held them out.

She realized what I was saying and blushed as well. She put them on with little trouble and made a ‘how do I look?’ pose.

“Um... They match your eyes?” I didn’t know what to say.

She started to rummage through the bags and pulled out a grey skirt. I reach my hands out but she pushed them away. She slipped on the skirt easily. I made quiet applause.

We walked back into the living room and looked on the desktop of the computer. There was all the standards. Recycling bin, My Computer, and Libraries shortcuts were all there, but I found one thing that didn’t belong. A small MS Notepad document named ‘Readme.’ I opened the document and, well, read.

Dear Spencer,

Well, you are reading this, then my plan has been set into motion, and you have recovered the atrocious pony named ‘Octavia.’ I was testing to see if one of my new tricks worked, and it kinda did. Perfectly, I might add. Now I know what you’re thinking. “Why me?” “What do I even have to do with anything?” Well, absolutely nothing. You were picked at random to take up care of this experiment. I deleted any important memories you might have. Like your family, precious friends and things. Oh, and your own address, doesn’t that stink? Well, ta ta for now.

~Discord, being of total disarray.

I stared at the note. (S)he did answer some of my questions. I looked over to Octavia, who was fixing her bowtie in the mirror.

“So... Octavia. Want to get out of this two bit motel room and see what’s cool things are around here?” I said as she looked over in my direction.

She nodded her head. We started to pack up the things we brought in with us. The laptop was last. I couldn’t get that note out of my head. Something was fishy about it. I feel like I’d subconsciously seen something, but my brain just couldn’t decipher it. Well, it won’t help thinking about it now. All we can do now is see where this address in my phone takes us.

I looked at Octavia and towards the door. She looked in my direction. I walked towards the door, but something held me back. By the hand, I might add. I turned around.

“What Octav-” I started, but was interrupted by something pushing against my lips.

Octavia pulled away and winked at me.

“You know, for a pony/human that landed in this world from who-knows-where, naked, mute, and uncoordinated, you’re a good kisser.” I said, blushing.

She looked almost sad as I walked to the door. I opened the door to a bright white light, then, pain. More pain that I’d ever felt before.

My eyes adjusted and I was looking up towards a ceiling light. One that was round.

“He’s waking up.” A voice said.

“Tell his relatives.” Another voice said.

I started to hear a heart monitors monotone beep in the background. A person came to to the side of my bed and looked down at me.

“Hello, nice to see you awake.” She said.

I tried to reply, but the words just wouldn't come out.

“Hmm...” She mumbled, “It doesn't seem that you can talk.”

I uttered a groan.

“Well, that’s better than nothing.” She said, “My name is Rose Palate.”

Then she leaned down and whispered in my ear, “But you can call my Nurse RedHeart.”

Another face came in view, “Hey honey. are you alright?”

“Miss Winters, Spencer has suffered major head trauma from his crash, he isn’t able to speak at the moment.” Rose said, “He is mute, maybe temporarily, maybe for the rest of his life.”

“Oh my son.” The woman leaned down and hugged me.

“Spencer, you've been in a coma for about a day.” Rose said, “Another driver T-boned you at a cross section.

So that means...

None of it was real.

“We’ll need you to stay here a few days for more tests and scans.” Rose said, “But you should be able to go home by the end of the week.”

My brain whirred with a mixture of confusion, sadness, and anger all at the same time. all of the things I thought that were real turned out just to be figments of entertainment my brain came up with to give it time to heal.

I tried to clench my hand, but realized that they were already. I looked down and noticed something popping out of my left hand.

A purple bowtie.

Author's Note

I know, I know. It's a short story. Frankly, I've lost interest. This is what happens when I don't plan ALL THE WAY through in a story. It either gets a bad ending, or is never completed. Well, this should get some credit, it is my highest viewed, liked, and favorited story. It get's props there. As do you guys. Thank you for reading, and you can all thank my new editor, Solidfire, he deserves a pat on the back as well.