Mute

by The Escaped Phyco Hero

Rating: teen
Tags: Rarity, Romance, Dark, Sad, Applejack, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash, Comedy
Length: 7188

Marcel has lived in Ponyville for a couple of days now. He knows everypony and everypony knows him. They also know about his disability. Marcel became mute after a fire destroyed his house, but that has never got him down. Except when it came to one thing, or one mare to be exact, and to be even more exact the mare who runs the boutique. Yep, Marcel has a crush on Rarity, but can't get the courage to ask her out. ( and even if he did, the whole mute thing would get in the way). So with the help of Applejack and Rainbow Dash, can a voiceless stallion win the heart of Equestria's greatest fashionnista.

Published 2012-03-31 21:04:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-03-22 03:49:08 UTC

Screw Morals / A Letter

Screw Morals / A Letter

Mute

Written by The Escaped Phyco Hero

Screw Morals

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(Marcel)

4 Hours Later

"I love this music."

"Sweet, they have Lunacris."

"I'm glad there's finally a record store in Ponyville."

"I heard that the guy behind the counter's single."

These are just some of the comments I over heard as I was checking the two albums a blue eyed mare handed me.

Okay, Ponywood Undead's Equestrian Tragedy album is thirteen bits and A Neigh To Remember's What Separates Me From You album is twelve bits for a grand total of twenty five bits. The cash register blinked the number 25 and the mare on the other side of was happy to give me the bits.

"Thanks, I love the guys." She said trotting off as I put added the twenty five bits into the nearly full cash register.

"Well if it ain't the mute." Celestia not these guys

Those jerks were Dumbbell and Force. Two pegasi (is it pegasi? Screw it) who had nothing to do but pick on the disabled guy. Seriously, the disabled guy. That's low. In the pass two weeks I've been jumped, trampled, made a fool of, and robbed by these two.IN TWO WEEKS!

"Hello 'mute'cel (lame nickname)what music do you recommend." He laughed at his own horrible joke as I wrote down What the hay do you two want.

"Well I was gonna show my mare a good time, but I don't have enough bits. So I thought you could loan me money."

Why the hay would lend any of you bits. I showed him on the paper as he just let out a laugh.

"Sorry did I say loan. I meant take. Get'em Force." Before I knew it, I was thrown over my counter and being held to the wall by my throat. Everything started getting hazy, so in self defense (and screwing the morals I grew up with.about not fighting) I swung my leg back and landed a solid kick to his coconut farm (yep, his coconut farm) and as he fell in pain I gave him a powerful kick to the side and when I mean powerful, I mean I felt like my legs came out of their sockets.

"Why you little." He jumped at me pulling a… HOLY HORSEFEATHERS! HE HAS A SWITCHBLADE!

He threw me against the wall again now with the stainless steel blade pressed against my neck and I thought that was the end...until.

"Get yer hooves off ma friend." A country accent said before giving a strong buck kick to the spine of Force. "You okay Marcel." My savior said as I looked at the always friendly face of Applejack.

Applejack was possibly my greatest friend. She gave me a job as a farm hand until I opened the store and I occasionally go back there to help out, free of charge of course.

I gave a slight nod although the was a little blood running down my neck, but not enough to kill me or anything. At least I hoped so.

I looked over to where Dumbbell was and he was already being chased out the door by Rainbow Dash.

I ran over to the cash register to inspect how much money was taken. He took a lot, but not enough to ruin me.

"Sorry I couldn't catch him Mar-" Rainbow Dash was then stopped dead in her sentence to pick up a book that kinda looked like my draw...buck. I tried to grab it out of her hooves, but she was too fast. "Hello, what is this?" She said showing drawing I drew of Rarity. "Why do you have tons of picture of Rarity in here.. Do you have a crush on her?" She started to bust a gut laughing until she saw my agitated face. " Wait, you do have a crush on Rarity. Hey Applejack, wait till Spike hears about this." She let out another laugh until the mail mare clumsily flew through the doors.

"Here ya go Marcel, you have mail." She said dropping the letter in front of me then flying off.

I levitated the letter and carefully opened it to find a letter written in a sloppy, but still readable, hoof writing.

Dear Marcel,

I have grea-no, fantastic news. Teleport your flank to the Fillydelphia cafè as soon as you get thus letter. Hurry, I can't wait to tell the guys.

Your Friend,

Aero

This better not be another trick to rub another booty call in my face. I thought as I concentrated on the teleport spell and before I knew it, I was back home in Fillydelphia.

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Hello my readers, watchers, and trackers. I just wanted your opinion on one thing. I was writing the last chapters of Mute and wrote three different endings. One happy one sad, and one dark. So reading over them I had no idea which one to use. Then I thought about you guys. Just like in my story 'Escape' I'm gonna let you chose the ending.

A (happy ending). Can't really put a short summary on it but it's gonna be happy.

B (sad ending). A horrible accident leaves Marcel destroyed.

C ( dark ending). Pretty much goes down the same road as B, but with a mega twist.

Which ending do ya want. Leave a comment and when I get done writing the next to last chapter I will tally votes. Happy choosings.

The Trailblazers

Mute

Written by The Escaped Phyco Hero

The Grand Galloping Gala(Well not yet)

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(Marcel)

A sore thumb. That's what I felt like trotting down the streets. Passing ponies dressed in dresses and suits as casual wear, where I on the other hoof, just wore nothing. Some would keep their muzzles held high as if they wouldn't even spit in my direction, others would actually just look at me and give me a "How do you do?" once in a while. I just smiled and nodded.

After almost ten minutes of trotting, I finally made it to my destination, The Fillydelphia Cafe. Unlike all of the other buildings in Fillydelphia, the cafe wasn't all fancy shmancy. It looked like a classic roadside diner.

I opened the door a started hearing the low volume of music from the speakers in the ceiling.

"Yo Mar!" I heard my name being called from the corner of the room.

I turned my head to see it was my three friends : Crash, Waylay, and Aero. I made my way to them as they pulled a extra seat for me. I pulled my notepad out and began writing.

Okay, what's so important?

"What, we can't say hi to our old friend?" He said with a chuckle (Celestia I hate saying chuckle. Sounds weird)

Last time you wanted to say "hi"I ended up in Appleloosa with a tattoo that says 'All Hail Undead' ( which I kinda like) on my leg,a chocolate pudding bowl on my head, and a got a chick's pone number who, after a regretful night, found out she was a dude.

He exploded with laughter as he nearly fell out his seat. "I swear on my mother's grave I didn't know that dude was a royal guard."

He was wearing royal guard armour.

"Yeah, good times. So you might be wondering why I called you three here today?" He said trying to impersonate a British detective. We all just shook our head as he rose his hoof to his chest. "I, Aero Dixin Strike, have received, for a favor in return-"

"Celestia dammit man, just say it!" Waylay yelled and quickly sunk his head as he was now getting looks from the other customers.

"Fine fine. Thought you three would like a little bit of suspense." He then started to rustle around somethings in his saddlebag. "Let's see. No...no...na...oops, won't need those till tonight...ah. There's the hidden devils." From out of his always cluttered saddlebag (why do I have to be friends with slobs? Why cant I be friends with other clean freaks like me? And i'm mind rambling aren't I?) and pulled out four golden tickets.

"Wow Aero! You found four of Willy Wonka's golden tickets!" Crash said with enthusiasm. I swear he could beat Pinkie Pie in a "Who has a higher blood sugar test".

"Oh ha ha. Classic Crash. No, I found a way to get all four of us into the...wait for it...The Grand! Galloping! Gala!" He threw his hooves in the air and waved them in the air.

All of our eyes widen. Of course, like me, Crash, and Waylay. Aero also grew up as a rebel from a rich family, but knowing Aero, he did something idiotic which I would have to end up fixing.

Ok, who'd you screw with that they bribed you to keep quiet?

He looked at the paper and facehooved.

"Why does everypony think that every time I get something awesome, it's because somepony wants to keep me quiet? Why I tell you!?" He said annoyed.

"Because a hundred percent of the time, that is the reason." Waylay said lifting his head off the table.

"Well not this time. I booked us a gig."

"WHAT!" Crash and Waylay said in perfect unison.

Why in equinox* would you sign us up for a concert. First off, the Gala is for classical, high society crap music. We don't play that. In fact, we play the exact opposite. Second, WHY IN EQUINOX WOULD YOU SIGN US UP FOR A CONCERT! I swear if I could talk, the anger in my voice would be high.

"Because young padawan, we are the greatest band in history. Just imagine it my silent ninja,the Trailblazers inject awesomeness into the classy blue blooded party called The Grand Galloping Gala. And before you start to say... I mean write. You are dead wrong. You are one of the best guitar players in history. You can play the entire solo of through the fire and the flames without breaking a sweat." He said, making it hard to argue with him. So I just let out a defeated sigh and his face lit up like holiday tree.

"Great. We can play tomorrow at your flat, Marcel." He said as he pushed his seat back. "Deuce fillies." With that he made his way out of the restaurant and leaving me feeling sick.

Why do I feel like this is gonna be bad?
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*: Marcel is referring to the Equinox dimension ruled by princess Black Hole in where there is a corrupt version of all the ponies in Equestria. Although there is no proof of this plain existing, most philosophers and spiritual monks believe when a pony with a dark soul dies, his/hers soul is forever trapped in the Equinox dimension to be tortured.
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Authors note:
Yeah, sorry this chapter took a while to make. I was writing the PPS saga and busy writing a collab story with Garino. Hope you enjoyed.

Tonight's the night (a random candy corn chapter)

Mute

Written by The Escaped Phyco Hero

Tonight's The Night (a random candy corn chapter)

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(Marcel)

Well, tonight's the night. The Grand Galloping Gala was only a couple of hours away and I have never been more scared as I was right now.

What if I miss a note.

You can't miss a note. Your Marcel Vilo Lin, you're on the same caliber as Slash or Jimi Hendrix or B.B King or Elvis..

What am I talking about. They are gods of guitars. I'm more like a bum who picked up a guitar and started strumming.

Well at least we can agree on one thing.

What's that?

You are devilishly handsome.

Yeah I know I am.

I seriously need to stop talking tyo myself, or thinking to myself in my case.

My train of self complement was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Strange, I thought I was meeting the guys in Canterlot?

I rushed to the door, hoping to see Crash or Waylay or Aero, but no. Once again I was granted a visit by the ivory white angel. I quickly unlocked the bar lock and opened the door, hoping to see her radiant smile, but to see her mane in a mess and she had a very worried look on her face.

"Oh hi Marcel. Sorry to arrive unannounced, and in a mess. This may seem as an odd request, but do you by chance have any candy corn that I can borrow?" She said giving me a sheepish grin.

Odd request? Yes. Strangest thing I've ever been asked for? Not even in the ballpark.

Candy corn… candy corn… Celestia I have to clean these cabinets.

After seconds of moving cans of beans and corn out of the way, I found a large container of the delicious three colored confection. I levitated the container which looked like it held millions pieces of candy corn to her and she let out a sigh.

"Thank you Marcel. I was working on a dress for Pinkie Pie and since she loves candy…well I guess that brings me here." She said with a giggle. (Celestia that was cute). "Pardon me for asking, but why are you dressed up." She started to eye me and smiled. "You do look rather ravishing in a suit"

(Did she just say I'm good looking in a suit? Note to self: Go to Tuxedo Warehouse in Canterlot after Gala.)

I was just about to try to talk to her, until my eyes fell on the clock and a noticed something.

OH CRAP! I'M GONNA BE LATE! Why am I always almost late? I thought in panic as a quickly levitated my guitar case and ran past Rarity. Gala, here I come. I thought, picturing the royal castle in my mind (the most important step in a teleportation spell) and in a flash of light, I was on the edge of the city of Canterlot. (Note to self#2: Practice aim with teleport spell)

Strong

Strong

Mute

Written by The Escaped Phyco Hero

Strong

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(Marcel)

The time was 8:30. Celestia started to make the sun slowly disappear into the horizon until Luna came to raise the moon to occupy the vacant black sky.

"Hey Mar, can you throw my stand up here?" Aero said as I took my attention off my guitar tuning to levitate the stand to the front of the stage.

I started to pluck the individual strings as I got lost in thought. Usually I would think about what my voice would sound like if I could talk, What would my life be like if I wasn't a rebel, but not this time. I was thinking of Rarity. The way her radiant smile would automatically make me feel better, the way her infectious laugh would even get me to laugh, that when she cried I would give absolutely anything to see her stop crying. I wasn't in love with her. I'm madly head over hooves in love with her.

"Marcel…"

I could even hear her voice echo in my head.

"Marcel…"

Hey there it is again.

"Marcel…"

Okay, now it's scaring me.

"Marcel, are you okay?"

Wait, I'm starting to think that one wasn't in my head.

I came out of my deep thinking to see Rarity with a huge smile on her face. "Marcel," she said pulling me into a hug, "what are you doing at the gala?" She released me from her hug and I showed he my guitar. "My my Marcel, I had no idea you play guitar."

"Ha, Marcel doesn't play guitar," Aero said popping up in between Rarity and me. "He shreds the guitar like his hoof his a cheese grater, the guitar is sharp cheddar, and he's cravin' him some nachos." Rarity gave him a confused look, as for me, knowing him for twenty years I expected him to say something that dumb.

"Um Marcel, who's this?" Rarity asked as a frown overcame Aero's face.

"Aww Celly, you haven't talked about me, the guy who saved your life, to this wonderful mare." Aero said causing a giggle from Rarity until she stopped laughing.

"Wait, saved your life. What happened?"

I would like to tell you, but I was in a hurry and left my notepad and pen behind like the dumbflank I was. So take it away Aero. I thought as I scolded myself for leaving my only form of communication (sure I could sign,but I can't remember any of the signs) and pointing my hoof at Aero.

"Hooray, Aero gets to tell the story. Okay it was around midnight…

10 minutes later

"So the docs said that if Mar here was trapped in the house any longer, the smoke would have destroyed his lungs. I may have saved his life, but doctor said Marcel would never speak again." Aero said completing the story and Rarity's mouth was agape.

"My word Marcel, that must have been horrible. Losing your house, your voice, and your mother in the same night. I can not imagine what I would if that happened to me." Rarity said in a sympathetic tone.

To be honest, know that I look back on that night, it was a great night.

If me and my dad never lost our house, Aero's parents would have never offered us a place to stay and me and Aero would've never met.

If I never lost my voice, I would have never took up interest in guitar.

And if I never lost my mom, I would have never learned how to be strong.

"Okay, it's getting a little depressing. We need music!" Aero yelled with enthusiasm. "Yo Waylay, the speakers hooked up yet?" Aero said as Waylay came out from behind a speaker while he was tangled in wires.

"To be honest, we don't have enough juice. I could see if I can hook them up to the backup generator in the basement, but I'm gonna have to convince some guards. Till then, we're not playing anything but acoustic."

"Then that will have to do. Marcel and Crash grab you guitars." Aero said as me and Crash grabbed our instruments and get on the small stage.

"What are we playing?"

"I was thinking we let Mar decide." Aero said.

"Ok what song should we play Marcel?" Crash said turning to me.

Okay Marcel, what to play. I thought. I've never been the one to think of something on the dot ad that fault has been a major downside for me. Then a caught a quick glimpse of Rarity, and I got an idea.

I levitated my guitar in my hooves started to strum the opening notes.

Aero and Crash looked at each other and grinned.

"A Neigh To Remember isn't my favorite, but it'll do." Aero said before singing the opening lines.

-After the song-

The song ended in perfect unison as Rarity started to applaud.

"Bravo guys. If you play like that tonight, everypony will love you."

Rarity was right. After playing, every ounce of nervousness was gone with the notes. I was ready to take on the Gala.

Breathe Hope In Me

Breathe Hope In Me

Mute

Written by The Escaped Phyco Hero

Breathe Hope In Me

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(Marcel)

10:00 PM

Remember what I said about me being nervous? Buck it! I've never felt more nervous in my entire life!

Yes you have.

Shut up voice in my head!

Just telling the truth.

Like I said, I've never felt as nervous as I was right now. The only time I've ever felt closeto being this nervous was when I was preforming for judges at The Canterlot School of Music, which I surprisingly passed. Ah…good times.

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. I kept telling myself. You can't fail. You absolutely cannot fail. You are Marcellio Vilo Lin, one of the greatest guitar player in history. I mentally reassured myself. You can do this. Just don't think of what could happen if you fail. All the ridicule, the laughing,…the pointing…the names.

NO! NO! NO! GET THOSE CELESTIA DAMN THOUGHTS OUT OF YOUR HEAD MARCEL! YOU ARE WITHOUT A DOUBT ONE THE GREATEST TO EVER SHRED A GUITAR!

But what if I do fail. I don't think I ca-

OH BOO HOO! YOU FAIL, SO WHAT?!

If I fail ponies wouldn't buy anything from my music store and it could go under.

Are you really worried about losing the store, or are you worried about losing something else?

Wha-What are you talking about? Of course I'm worried about losing the store! I put everything I have I to The Silent Knight.

Are you? Or are you worried about losing you-know-who?

Who?

You know, you-know-who.

Exactly, who?

YOU-KNOW-WHO!

Who are you talking about!

Celestia dammit. RARITY YOU IDIOT! I YOU FAIL, YOU MIGHT LOSE RARITY!

Rarity? How can I lose Rarity? She's my best friend. Me and her will still very friends even if I fail.

Exactly Marcel. Rarity is your friend and no matter what happens on that stage, she'll still be your friend.

I guess your right. How did you know I was afraid of losing Rarity?

You can fool everypony else Marcel, but you can't fool yourself.

"Hey Mar, you ready?"

The voice of my friend Aero snapped me out of my self conversation. I simply nodded my head and levitated the guitar strap over my shoulder and followed Aero, Crash, and Waylay to the stage.

Everypony in the crowd, even Pinkie Pie surprising, was quiet. The only sound that could be heard was the echo of our hooves against the wooden stage.

"This song is called Breathe Hope In Me." Aero said into the mic. "Okay guys, ready?"

"Ready." Crash said.

"Let's rock!" Waylay said with more confidence than I thought he had.

I just nodded my head.

"Okay Marcel," I heard him take a gulp. At least I'm not the only pony nervous. "When you're ready."

I closed my eyes and started to picture the chords in my head.

Here goes… well everything

My final thought before I started the opening notes.

Last Line Of Song

"By the wake." Aero screamed the last line into the microphone and I played the note climb to the to of my guitar, then slamming tend down at the end.

The entire crowd of ponies was…well… quieter than me. And from a mute pony, that's saying something.

"Guys," Aero whispered to us, "I don't think they liked it."

"Get off the stage!" A random mare screamed from the crowd.

Aero actually got something right? Now Waylay owes me fifty bits

Just then, a wave of 'Boo's' filled the room, and barely a second later, tomatoes were getting thrown at us.

We started to run off stage, using our instruments as shields from the flying fruit (or is it a vegetable. Ah who cares, all i know is that I'm being pelted by them).

SMASH!

Ow. It feels like I ran into a tree, but why is a tree in the lobby of the castle

My daze started to fade and I saw what I ran into wasn't a tree, but a long white leg. And when I looked up, I didn't see green leaves and branches, but the face of none other than Princess Celestia herself and she didn't look happy.

The Princesses are…what?

Mute

Written by The Escaped Phyco Hero

The Princesses are…what?

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(Marcel)

Oh sweet mother Terisa in a blanket full of holy shit.

Calm down kid.

Who are you calling kid?! We're the same pony!

Well I'm still the cooler one.

Who cares? You're just a voice that drives me crazy!

You're already crazy.

What makes you say that?

You have a voice in your head!

…dammit.

The princess looked pissed. I could have tried to sugarcoat that word, but no other word fitted it. She had a look that could drain the poison out of a rattlesnake. And there's a huge chance that it was because of Aero, Crash, Waylay and me. We were all terrified as I thought over what she could do to us.

Would she lock us in a dungeon?

Would she banish us?

Would she send us to the moon?

Would she lock us in a dungeon, banish us, then send us to the moon?

Or worse…

WOULD SHE SEND US TO MOLESTIA!?

Why do I now have a strange sense Aero wouldn't mind that?

Maybe it's because he's kinda a perv?

Hmmm, sounds right.

"Um P-P-Princess," Aero stuttered, "what honor do have pleasure with we?" Aero stumbled over his words. Sometimes I can't tell if he's genuinely nervous or if he's just playing dumb. Which is more easier than you think for Aero.

She just stood there with the same stern look on her face. She wasn't even blinking. I was both scared and…no wait. I was just scared as shit. Nothing else.

"WE'RE SORRY PRINCESS!" Crash screamed, and nearly making me deaf and mute. He was never really good under pressure, especially when we we were in highschool. At least he made testing periods more fun. "We didn't mean to ruin the Gala. Please don't kill us."

I closed my eyes, bracing myself for whatever the hell the princess was gonna do to us as punishment, but I didn't feel anything. Actually I heard…laughing?

"Now my little ponies, why would I hurt you for doing your job?"

"Well because first, we ruined the Gala, and second, the party hall is covered from wall to wall in tomatoes. Now that I think about, who in hell's name brings tomatoes to the Gala in the first place!?" Aero flew in the air screaming.

"My ponies, how could you ruin the Gala? It was already ruined." Me, Aero, Crash, and Waylay just stood there in confusion.

"Sure, Twilight and her friends are fun, but the Gala has more…"

"Ponies with polls so far up their uptight ashes shtat ghey culd axcually tash mehal?" Waylay cut Aero off by shoving his hoof in his mouth.

"Sorry Princess, Aero…is a total dumbass. He didn't mean it." Waylay turned to Aero a shot him a death glare. "Did he?"

"Actually Waylay Westfall," Princess Luna said coming out of nowhere. Seriously, where'd she come from ", he's right. There are too many preppy ponies in Canterlot. Besides, Me and my sister are big fans of your band."

Wait, did I hear that right. The princess- political leaders and part of the royal family-are fans of punk? Wow, take that stereotypes.

"No bucking way." Crash said with a grin. "You guys are fans of our music?"

Yes we are. We even have your demo CD."

"You two have Three Seconds Till The Nuclear Year? Awesome!" Aero said doing a loop in the air.

"Personally, my favorite song is Dance With Discord and Luna's is Light In The Abyss." Celestia said as I just sat there trying to piece together what I just heard.

The princess are fans of punk/scremo music. Why the hell doesn't thath sound right.

Anything's possible apparently.

"Well, I'm gonna leave." Aero said giving a yawn. "If I get a cab now, I can make it home before the sun comes up. Crash, Waylay, you coming?"

"Sure." Crash and Waylay said in unison.

I was about to join them until I heard Princess Luna call my name.

"Marcel, you mind sighing this?" She held out her handkerchief and a pen.

Dear Celestia, somepony actually wants my autograph!

Calm down you overactive five year old.

You should try being nice, maybe then I'll start listening to you.

I wrote my name on the piece of cloth and Luna took it back making an adorable fan filly shriek. Then regained her posture.

"Thank you Marcel, I'll treasure it for a long time."

I waved my hoof good-bye to the two princesses and was about to leave the gala, until I saw Rarity all alone in the room. Her dress was just as amazing as her. I then let out a sigh and brushed my mane back then made my way towards Rarity.

You seriously think you have a shot with her?

Like you said, anything's possible.

Banjo

Mute

Written by The Escaped Phyco Hero

Banjo

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(Marcel)

I slithered around some of the ponies, most who've threw the tomatoes at me. But most have either just forgotten my face because my dirty blonde mane and dark blue coat was soaked in tomato paste or they just didn't care to even remember. After maybe five or ten minutes of waving through the sea of ponies, I finally found her. I tapped her on her shoulder and she nearly jumped out of her fur. She turned to me with an angered look, but it quickly changed she saw it was me.

"Marcel, I've been wondering where you went off to after you played. I thought you would have left out of embarrassment."

Well sorry to disappoint.

Everything you do is disappointing.

Okay, that was just uncalled for.

Take a joke you mute buck.

"Well never the matter, I'm happy you stayed." She said giving me a hug. "I'm sorry that they gave you a hard time on stage."

No need to apologise. Damn preppy Canterlot ponies just don't like anything good I guess.

"To be honest with you Marcel, I don't really enjoy coming to Canterlot. Yes the shopping here is fantastic and the fabric the stores carry are hard to come upon anywhere else in Equestria, but…i don't know why. Ponyville just has a certain charm I guess." She started to eye the smashed tomatoes in my mane and fur, the did her always adorable giggle. "You know Marcel, red is definitely your color." I couldn't help but laugh a little myself.

Just then, a group of ponies trotted on stage. One carrying a violin, another an acoustic guitar, the third taking place at the drums, and the sorta kinda fat one standing in front of the mic.

"Hello everypony, I'm Banjo and we are Dusty Trail." The stallion then turned back to his band which started playing.

I woke up this morning.
With this feeling inside me
that I can't explain.
Like a weight that I've been carrying
been carried away.

Rarity turned her head at me, smiled, then held out her hoof.

"Care to dance?"

I smiled and gave her my hoof as she led me to the dance floor.

I can't believe it. I was dancing with the most beautiful mare in existence. Absolutely nothing can bring me down.

"Hey Force, it's the mute."

Except them…

Just some words for you guys that I would greatly appreciate if you read

Tomatos. Corn Biscuts. Pirates of the Caribbean. Something involving Jeff Goldbloom. A Taco. 40% cash back. A doorknob. Ardvarks. Budder. Three Days Grace. Norman Reedus. InFamous. And a ripe twenty dollar bill.

Now that we got those words out of the way, let's get on to why I'm making this. I've had problems with next chapter for a long time now. Why? Because I want to incorporate a little backstory of Marcel with fighting. Which isn't that hard, it's just I can't write a damn action sequence for shit!

Anyways if you've been wondering what's been taking long, it's been me trying to write a fighting sequence. But enough with that, I want to hear from you guys! You have an idea for the story, just tell me. If I like it, I might use it and say it was my idea...did I say that outloud. I'm joking,for the most part that is. I'm also not going to do the three different endings because I want the story to be longer and develop more on Aero and Marcel's friendship other than the band. Also *spoiler* Marcel gets Rarity at the end of the next next next chapter (that is if I get past this one).

Plus, I want to also give Crash, Waylay, and Aero their own chapters but not all the time. You know, kinda like what their daily life is. With Crash raising his foal brother and having two moms, Waylay being (CENSORED FOR NOT WANTING TO SAY IT YET), and Aero acting like an older brother to Marcel.

So guys that's it. Sorry if you thought this was an actual chapter and I apologize for it. But if you leave your ideas they could come out a lot faster. Anyways guys, Hero out.

-T.E.P.H

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Written Conversation

Mute

Written by The Escaped Phyco Hero

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(Marcel)

I let out a silent yawn as the early morning sun rays glistened on the clean hardwood floors. I always took a little pride in my cleaning, mostly because I'm a complete clean freak.

Well better get the day started. I said in my mind, sliding out of my bed to hear a knock at my door. Strange. Who knocks at somepony's door this early? Well never gonna know if I don't see.. I trotted down the stairs to unlock to see the ivory white fur of the most beautiful mare I've ever seen. Even at the party that the pink pony through for me, I never took my eyes off her.

"Sorry for waking you at this hour Marcel, but may I borrow a cup a flour. I'm making breakfast with my sister and we ran out." I pretty much stood there for a minute like an idiot until I realized I was awake. I motioned her to come in and take a seat while I searched the cabinets go flour.

Flour flour flour. Where the hay did I put the flour?. I thought opening cubord after cubord of cooking ingredients. I couldn't help to notice that something was off about Rarity. She usually had this cheerful aura but something just didn't feel right. I finally found the flour hiding behind a box of pears. Really, pears. I despise pears. I levitated the flour to the table as I also grabbed an old notebook and pencil ( or as I like to call, the only way of communication). She began to open the flour and measure out a cup and I wrote down in my notebook, hoping to spark a written conversation unlike the awkward conversation I had with her whenI first moved here and that crazy pink pony (and I use crazy as in a good way) threw a "Welcome To Ponyville Marcel"for me. I believe her name was Pinkie Pie or… no wait that is her name.. She told me she was sorry and I just shrugged my shoulder the signify 'it's okay'. It may have been weird to her, but that day me and her became close friends.

"What's wrong?" She read off the paper I laid in front of her. She just let out a sigh and said, "Oh I'm sorry darling. I don't want to trouble you with my trouble." As she finished her sentence, I quickly scribbled down I have time. She let out a small chuckle. "Alright, if you truly want to hear what's got me down it's…

30 minutes

"…and he's telling every fashion critic and fashion store in all of Canterlot that my dresses are as bad as any pony in the "backwater" town of Ponyville. That Marcel, is whats got me down." Just shock over took my face and I quickly wrote in my notebook, guiding the words away from my doodles. So why would Prince Blueblood tell everypony that? Your dresses are amazing.d

"I bet it has to do on how the Gala went." Ah yes she told me about what that less of a prince did. Made her throw down a piece of her beautiful dress into the mud so he wouldn't get his pampered hooves dirty. Making her open the door for him, that's just awful. Even a deranged killer knows to hold doors open for fillies and mares. "Oh my, look at the time. Sorry Marcel, I have to open the boutique. It's always nice talking to you." She took the measure cup of flour and made her way out the door.

Wow. I knew Blueblood was a royal pain in the flank, but… My though was cur short by a look at my wall clock. DEAR CELESTIA! I'M GONNA BE LATE!

The Silent Knight

Mute

Written by The Escaped Phyco Hero

The Silent Knight

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(Marcel)

Whew, made it and five minutes to opening too. I was excited. Today I was the opening of my record store, The Silent Knight. I carefully twisted the key and in response, got a click. Everything was just how I left it when I stared unpacking. The CD's were organized by the name of the singer or band. From 50 Bit to ZZ Top. I made my way through the carpeted room, avoiding the racks and bins of CD's to open the door which led behind the counter to reveal my most prized possession, the master controls. The panel that controls the entire store. It controlled the lights, locks, power, and the surround sound system which blazes 120 decibels of ear bleeding, head banging, brain exploding sound, but since that ponies would complain (and my stereos would be destroyed) I kept it at normal volume. I searched it's music database which I updated when I first bought the land and store from Mayor Mare. (Her name always makes me laugh a little) Small clips of music played as I searched for the song I wanted and after minutes of searching, I found it. Blurry by Puddle of Mudd. I didn't listen to a lot of the band, I just liked this song. Mostly cause it reminded me of my dad. He was pretty much as tough as nails and he made me into the stallion I am today. You might think when you first meet him that he's a complete jackass, but deep down, he's a major teddy bear. He also the reason I have my cutie mark. He taught me how to play guitar and I absolutely fell head over hooves with it. He then taught me how to play bass and drums and then I self taught myself to play other instruments and that's when I got my cutie mark, a guitar. The reason i played the song was for good luck. It made me fell like he's wasn't in Fillydelphia, but right next to me. I noticed that I was shedding a tear and quickly wiped it off and enjoyed the music. After hearing the music coming form all four corners, I made my way towards the door. Open for business . I though to myself, turning the sign so it read 'Open' and just in time, a small group of ponies were making their way to my store.

wd 00:6

wd 00:6

Mute

Written by The Escaped Phyco Hero

wd 00:6

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(Marcel)

Okay Marcel, just walk towards the castle and you should be fine. I thought to myself, thinking of how pissed the guys were gonna be for being late and trying to avoid to fancy dressed ponies on the street. And I thought that there were a lot of fancy dresses ponies in Fillydelphia, but this…this is just ridiculous.

After minutes of searching (and stopping to get a famous Pony Joe donut, which tasted like what fireworks look like) I arrived at the jaw droppingly tall castle, I saw three ponies with very, very, very annoyed looks on their faces when they saw me.

"Well look who finally decided to show up." Waylay said with some anger that way.

"Who?" Aero said in confusion. Aero was never big in the brains department.

"Marcel, Aero! Marcel is late!" Crash said emphasizing the last sentence.

"Oh, sorry. What the hay Marcel, we were supposed to very here by wd 00:6. It's eight. We missed our set up time." Aero said as his con- wait, did he say wd 00:6?

"Yeah man. We may not be ab-" Crash turned his head to Aero. "Wait, did you say wd 00:6?"

"Sure did." Aero said handing Crash a piece of paper.

Crash let out a sigh and face hoofed.

"You dumbflank, you read it upside down!" Oh no bucking way! I knew he was as dumb as a sack of potatos, but now this. This is priceless. Me and Waylay were both on the ground busting a gut in the name of being friends with the dumbest pony in Fillydelphia.

"Wait, so 00:6 isn't a fancy way Canterlot ponies say 6:00?" Aero said as Crash face hoofed, again, and me and Waylay fell to the ground laughing,again.

"No you idiot. Not at all. We were supposed to be here a 9:00." Crash said as Aero rubbed his head.

"So, we came three hours early, and we're not late?"

"That's the gist of it." Aero started to chuckle (crap, there's that word again).

"Oops sorry. Well let's go inside and set up then." Aero said gripping his mike stand with his teeth.

Crash followed behind him with his bass case under his wing. Waylay followed lugging his drum case, and I followed last with my guitar case surrounded by my levitation aura.

Aero, you dumb buck. I though entering the castle.

Hornless

Mute

Written by The Escaped Phyco Hero

Hornless

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(Marcel)

It couldn't be them. Could it?

Well they sound like them.

That doesn't mean it's them. I mean, how could they even be here?

Well there's only one way to find out.

I don't want to find out.

Well too bad.

I turned around, hoping I was wrong. That it wasn't them. That it was possibly somepony who called me 'mute' in the same sound of voice as Dumbbell. Yeah it has to be.

Nope. I was wrong.

It was Dumbbell and Force. The two last ponies in all of Equ-no Earth that I wanted to see! Why, and now that I think of it, how in Celestia's and Luna's name are they even doing here.

"Excuse me," Rarity started,"can we help you."

Aero looked Rarity over and gave a grin that I seriously didn't like. "That's a nice dress little momma. But you know, it would look better on my bedroom floor." Yep, knew I didn't like that grin.

"How dare you speak to me in that manner!"

SLAP

Oh shit!

Did she just-

Yep.

The red mark that Rarity left across Dumbbell was redder than red can red. And me, I couldn't help but laugh my my ass off.

Dumbbell saw me laughing and gave a death glare.

"You thought that was funny freak. Tell me if you if you think this is funny." Before I could react, I felt something take a strong grasp of my horn. "Let's see if you're laughing without your horn." Bee gave a strong yank on my horn, and then a loud SNAP! echoed throughout the party hall.

I gripped my head in intense pain. Through pain tears, I saw the scariest thing ever. Dumbbell was spinning my horn in the middle of his hoof.