Chapter 1: The Party

Vinyl was in her element. This is the place that she could always unwind in, the environment in which she was her strongest. In other words, she was at one of Pinkie Pie's parties. Everybody knew she liked to throw huge parties for no reason and invite everyone, and even if they all knew she was a bit crazy, Ponyville loved parties, and Pinkie was your go-to party pony. The only difference was that she was in a house which she had never been to before, but that wasn't such a big deal. If it had anything to do with the pink mare, her attendance was almost mandatory.

So there she was, bobbing her head to the music and relaxing on the couch, looking at some faces through her trademark purple DJ shades.

Hmm, I spy with my little eye.....Lyra, Bonbon, Carrot Top, Cheerilee, and.....is that Fluttershy? I didn't know she liked parties like this.

She made a mental note to herself to bring her backstage if she ever saw her at another party.

Hmm, who else is here? I don't see any new face—scratch that, who the heck is this?

She watched in silence as a colt who looked the same age as her with a green coat and matching blue mane and tail was chatting up a storm with none other than Pinkie Pie. Intrigued, she decided to walk over and introduce herself.

“.....and there was this huge explosion and we barely got out alive!” Pinkie exclaimed before turning to the side and noticing Vinyl, smirking at her.

“Oh! Hiya Vinyl, I didn’t see you there. Let me introduce you to the new colt here in Ponyville, Record Scrape. I threw this party just to welcome him!”, she said with a smile.

Vinyl raised an eyebrow and asked, “So I take it this is your house?”

“Well, technically it’s my new house here in Ponyville, but basically, yeah.” Record then stuck his hand out. “She already said it, but I like to introduce myself. The name’s Record Scrape. And you?”

She shook it and replied, “Vinyl Scratch. I’m the local DJ around this place.”

Pinkie started beaming out of nowhere as usual and said, “Hey! Scratch and Scrape! What a coincidence, right?”

Record chuckled. “Yeah, I guess so.” A thought then occured to him. “Do you think I’d be able to use the mix table?”

“Well sure. Why wouldn’t you be able to?”, Pinkie asked with a confused look on her face.
He started to look a little nervous, as if he was trying to hide something. “Oh no reason, I was just...curious, is all.”

He then walked up to the DJ’s booth and asked him if he could use the DJ set and he let him, showing him what kind of sounds and tracks were in the database. He played a song on low volume and picked up the mic, looking like he was about to make a speech.

Vinyl raised an eyebrow, apparently waiting for the guy to screw up and she would have to take over and the crowd would go wild and--

“Hey people! I’m new here and I’d just like to say thanks for coming to my welcoming party. And to show my thanks, I’d like to play a little something I like to call…..Wubstep.

As soon as he finished the word, a sick drop befell everybody in the room, to the point where half of them moved back. Vinyl was one of them.

W-w-what? That was totally unexpected! She stood there in awe as his horn twisted knobs and pushed buttons that Vinyl had never touched before. She decided to go up there and find out who this guy really was.

As she opened the door, she saw him, nodding his head and wearing shades that were similar to hers, only these were red.

He looked up in surprise, only to see that it was Vinyl, in which he then smiled and said, “Oh hey Vinyl, what’s up?”

“What’s up? I want to know who in the hell you really are!” She yelled, getting a little ticked off.

He staggered back from her voice, confused as to why she’d yell at him.

“Why are you so good? Where are you from? What did you do when you were wherever you were before you came here?” She shot him all these questions, and although he looked overwhelmed, she didn’t stop.

“How old are you? When were you born? Where’s your cutie mark? Why are you--”

He cut her off, saying, “Whoa Vinyl, calm down. I’ll tell you, since apparently Pinkie Pie didn’t tell you earlier. I’m from Seaddle, and I was the best DJ around in that region. They used to call me “DJ Scrape”. I’m 23, and my cutie mark isn’t visible because my friend cast a spell on me, making it invisible. I only did that so people wouldn’t notice me, so I could live a more relaxing life. I didn’t always use to look like this.”

Her mouth was gaping wide by the time he was halfway through the short version of his life story.

She then started to blush, being embarrased as hell for almost screaming his ears off, and apologized.

“I-I’m so sorry, Record. I was just so amazed that someone so new to this area was so good at this, something I normally do, and I kinda got a little jealous. I’m really sorry.” She finished with a tear balancing itself between the inside of her eye and the nothingness of air.

He walked up to her and put his hand on her shoulder trying to calm her down. “Hey, Vinyl, don’t worry about it. I understand how you feel. I won’t take any offense to it, on one condition.”

She looked up in surprise. He wasn’t mad at her for any of that?

“What is it?”

He smirked and replied only with a finger that pointed to the mix table, to which she started to smile herself.

“Alright then,” she said, starting to change back to her original self, “I accept your request.”

They then went to the table and Vinyl took the mic, saying a few words before she did her usual catchphrase of “Drop the BASS!”

And with that, they started working their music in time with each other, making a melody like they’d never heard before. Everyone in the house was astonished, immediately dropping what they were saying or doing to watch the duet go at it like never before. The house was shaking from the beats, almost to the point that the house was going to start bouncing.

As they were mixing the music, they noticed that each time someone did something, the other would do something in response, and vice versa. Record was using buttons and and dials that Vinyl had never seen before, and she was giving the same impression to him. They complemented each other in every way, yet their styles were so distinctively different. It created a type of ‘spark’ between them, and they both felt it. Of course, they chose to ignore it, focusing on their task at hand.

He grinned at her as they finished the duet. She smiled too, but she was blushing a little, and he could see it.

“That was pretty sick, huh?”, he said, taking off his headphones.

“Heh, y-yeah, it was.” She was pretty flustered after feeling that jolt between them. What it was, she really couldn’t put her finger on it. She hurriedly decided to start packing up the equipment.

“Well, um, we should start, ah, packing the equipment!”, she said in a loud voice.

“Uh, sure, okay.” He then started to take the speakers and asked his friend Crescent to help him take away the mix table later on, to which he agreed.

As they finished packing up, Vinyl took a step outside of Record’s house, trying to sneak out without being noticed. But she ultimately failed as Record spotted her and stopped her.

“Hey, where you going so early without saying goodbye, huh?”, he asked, grinning.

Vinyl almost fainted at the sound of his voice so close to her.
“Oh, I forgot to say goodbye? I thought I had already said that, but since you say I didn’t….”, she trailed off, taking a deep breath, and turning around to finish her sentence. “Thanks for the party and that...duet. It was nice. I guess I’ll see you around tomorrow?”

“Well, I’ll be around for sure. You ever want to talk about something, just drop by and we can...chill, I guess.”, he finished, contemplating something for a second, before dismissing it.

“Well, see ya then!” And with that she left, moving at a medium pace.

Record then walked back inside and went up to his room quickly. As he closed the door, he started to flicker in certain places.

“.....Shit. This spell is starting to wear off faster than I thought it would. I need something to reinforce it.”, he mumbled as he got into his bed and went to sleep, where he dreamed about a certain blue haired mare.

Meanwhile, Vinyl unlocked the door to her home, and ran straight upstairs to her room and into her bed, not really caring about the noise it produced, or whether it would wake up her roommate Octavia.

“What in the world was that? Sure, I’ve done duets before, but nothing like that’s ever happened before. Either way, the music we made was awesome though. I don’t think anybody’s ever been able to create a melody like that with me before.”

Next to Vinyl, Octavia sneezed.

“Well except for Tavi, but she’s different. Anyway, I should hit the hay. Gotta get some sleep.” As she said that, she started to close her eyes and drifted off to sleep, where she dreamt of a handsome green haired colt.

Author's Note

Well that's that, and I'll be working on the next chapter soon enough. I'll show which chapters don't have clop and which do, which will increase as we go along through the story. If you enjoyed this (enough), maybe you could take some time to leave a comment, tell me what you think, so I can better myself and possibly block you (lol jk, criticism is allowed to a certain point.)

Until then, see ya!

Crescent Darklight~