Mickey

((You are ‘Audacity Pony’))

“No, I don’t want to leave!”

“It’s nice and warm in here!”

“I need my music!

“What’s happening?

“I’m getting sucked out!

“No! No no no! I’ll never fit through there!

You kick and wail as you slowly leave the soundcard, clinging onto loops desperately

You start to feel cramped as you squish into the quarter-inch jack

You let go of the loop and give in to the harsh pull from the plug

“No…” You say helplessly

You slip through the quarter-inch and squish even smaller into a 3.5mm

“Ow!”

((You are Anon))

‘POW!’

Your right speaker blows out

Most of the crowd in the bar abruptly shuts up for a moment

“Sorry everyone! I’ll have to cut it short tonight!” You yell over the mic

The crowd of drunk, wasted assholes boos and sneers at you

You close your laptop and stuff it in your bag

“Hey! Can you help me cart this stuff to my truck?” You yell at a friend

“Yeah sure.”

Your friend picks up each speaker and carries them out the door

You stuff your laptop and your cables into your bag, grab your Traktor s4 in one arm, and put your 35 unit under the other and follow him

“Hey thanks man.”

“No problem, hope you can get a replacement soon.”

“Yeah… I don’t quite understand it myself, I wasn’t clipping or distorting at all.”

“Shit happens.”

“Yeah, I guess so, see you tomorrow.”

You toss the speakers in the back of the truck and get in the drivers seat

“I hope I get my fucking pay…” You mumble as you turn the key

The truck starts with a fierce rumble

You drive into an underground parking lot and park your truck into a spot near the elevator

You grab the speakers and your bag, get into the elevator, and travel up to your condo

You plop down everything onto the floor

“What a shitty night.”

You flop on the bed and pull out your phone

12:30am

Shit, it’s not even late and you’re tired

Either that or you drank something…

You have a few texts from some buddies, asking you what happened

“Ah leave me the fuck alone.” You say to yourself

You get off of the bed and grab a beer from the fridge

Being a local DJ doesn’t really pay well

And you have no idea how much this speaker fuck-up is going to cost you

You take a sip of your beer

The blown out speaker started to shake

You almost spit your beer out

The speaker started rattling and jumping around frantically

You back up instinctively

The shaking stops, and you see the cone pop off of the speaker…

A hoof pops and starts feeling around the speaker

Okay, someone definitely slipped something into your drink

You see the speaker start to move again

"Son of a bitch! It's tight in here!"

Oh great, speakers can talk now

At this point, you're contemplating on whether to cower and fear and climb into bed, or just watch this happen...

You take another sip of your beer

You then see a small head poke out from inside the speaker

You spit the small mouthful of beer

A bright orange pegasus pony with a darker orange mane and tail climbs out of the speaker

"Aw come on! What kind of drug is this?!"

She stares at you blankly

"A drug? Oh I get it... I'm no drug Anon, I'm the real deal, I can assure you that."

"How the fuck do you know my name?"

"Aw c'mon Anon! Don't act like ya don't know me! We do stuff all the time."

"I don't know I don't know you I don't know you, this is all a hallucination."

Just don't think about it, don't talk to it, and it will go away

"Anon, you don't look so great."

Your vision starts to go blurry just as she says that

You feel yourself falling

Falling... 'THUD'

...

Oh god

You wake up blearily

It feels like someone has smashed you over the head with a two by four multiple times

The previous events start to come back to you

Sheesh, you gotta be more careful at nightclubs

Your covered in your bed sheets and blanket

That's... odd

You roll over and see that same pony

She is laying beside you, sleeping, her head on one hoof, making adorable little snores

For a moment the 'D'aww' takes over

But, shit, that was no fucking drug

"Who are you, what are you? And how did you get her?" you mumble to yourself

It was then that you remember seeing something about these ponies on the news a little while ago

You remember a cute little blue pony

You remember how they treated her

How they locked her up like a zoo animal

You know about the My Little Pony craze, but you were never involved with it in any way

And now, you have an incredibly cute little pony in your condo, peacefully sleeping

You try to clear your mind of all the questions, buzzing around, making you anxious

You reach out your hand, and touch her mane. It's smooth as fuck

You run your hand down her neck, and across her back

Your arm brushes her wing

Her eyes flutter open slowly

You draw your hand back

She stares up at you, expectantly, her head still on her hoof

"Why did you stop?" She asks quietly

You continue to stroke her smooth mane

Her eyes close again, as she lets out a small coo

You don't even like ponies, but for some reason your heart just feels like it's about to melt

The questions race back into your head

Your stroking pace picks up

Her eyes open again

Way to ruin the moment fucktard...

She stands up and stretches

You watch as her front hooves press outwards, then her wings unfurl as she arcs her back

Wow, what a beautiful... creature

"How are you feeling, Anon?" She says in a voice unusually cheery than any other you have heard first thing in the morning

"Uh, fine I guess."

"You seemed pretty confused last night."

"Still am."

You notice some sort of marking on her butt

It's the audacity symbol

"Anon? My face is over here."

You look and notice she is blushing a little

hnnggg

"Uh yeah."

"Last night for some reason I was pulled out of your computer, I don't know why, but all I was doing was hiding under that one dance beat you never use."

"Whoa whoa whoa slow down, you lived in my computer?"

"I always lived in there! From the moment I left the server. Anon, you need mental help."

"Shut up and get to the point..."

"That's pretty much all, but let me give you a refresh. You used me pretty much every day for your music stuff, life was good and all, living it day by day, watching you browse the internet, and then I got shoved out of your blasted computer."

You get up and slide your laptop out of your bag

You open it up and look at your desktop shortcuts

Audacity is gone

You look through your windows start

Still gone

You look through your programs

There is no fucking sign of Audacity anywhere

Not only that, but every fucking audacity file is gone

There is also no sign of it ever being used in your laptops system log

"Do you get it now Anon?" She says as she stares up at you with a small smirk