Heavy Storms

by Heretic_Morgan

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, DJ P0N-3, Romance, Original Character, Comedy
Length: 1764

Heavy Storms is just you average pegasus. He's got his hopes and his dreams. Maybe life will go his way for once...

Heavy Storms is just you average pegasus. He's got his hopes and his dreams. Maybe life will go his way for once...

This was written as a commission for a friend. He had asked me to make him an OC, and a back story for said OC

Published 2013-11-01 16:30:03 UTC
Last updated 2014-03-11 06:19:27 UTC

Accidents happen (especially when drunk)

Heavy Storms sighed as he pulled the mug towards his lips again. Say what you want about the Apple family, but they make great cider. Taking a deep gulp, he turned around to take in the rest of the club. Dozens of ponies covered the floor, moving and gyrating to the fast paced beats of the dubstep booming from the 40 inch speakers.

The gray pegasus sighed again, wondering why he was here at all. Dubstep wasn’t his kind of music; he preferred the angry lyrics and guitar riffs of heavy metal.

Looking up from his mug again, Heavy managed to catch a glimpse of a certain mare, reminding him why he was here at all. Her electric blue hair was perfectly accented against her usually white coat, which was now splattered with the bright neon liquid of several glow sticks.

“Who am I kidding? Somepony as perfect as her would never notice somepony like me,” he said as he blew a few stray hairs of his black mane out of his eyes, “I should be saving Trotriel from those evil dragons right now.”

“HEY!”

Heavy sighed, “Not you, Spike. You’re awesome.”

The teenage dragon grumbled under his breath as he lifted an almost empty keg to his scaly lips.

“Buck it,” Heavy said as he drank what was left in his tankard in a single gulp, making it number nine, “I’m gonna go talk to her. Wish me luck!”

He jumped off the barstool, only to stumble and almost fall flat on his face. Quickly recovering with a beat of his wings, he began to stagger across the club, moving in a direction that was, technically, the way he wanted to go.

After several minutes, Heavy realized he wasn't getting anywhere and flapped his wings, lifting himself above the herd on the dance floor. Looking around, he quickly found the DJ again and propelled himself towards her with another flap of his wings.

The alcohol in his system caused him to misjudge the angle, however, and he crashed into the turntables in front of the DJ. Everypony in the club groaned as the music grew silent, and they all turned to face him.

"SECURITY!" an angelic voice called out from behind him.

Two giant draft ponies appeared at his sides, each of them grabbing one of his front hooves and a wing, carrying him out of the club before tossing him into the middle of the road.

As the door closed, Heavy heard her voice over the sound system, "Sorry everypony. Looks like we're gonna have to close early tonight. From the looks of this, I'm gonna have to order new turntables, so we might be closed for a couple days."

The groan of the herd was heard outside, even with the door closed. Heavy smartly moved into the shadows of a nearby alleyway, hiding himself from the mass of ponies flooding out of the club. He stood perfectly still until he was sure the last pony had gone by, only leaving the alleyway after a couple minutes passed.

As he turned to go home, he heard a group of voices coming from the front of the club. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Vinyl flanked by the two bouncers who had thrown him out.

"Can you believe that guy?" One of the bouncers said with a laugh.

"I know. Can he not read? There are signs that clearly say No Flying," the other bouncer agreed.

"Come on guys," Vinyl said, "He was completely drunk. I could smell him before he even got near me."

Her laughter was quickly joined by the two bouncers. Heavy sighed and plodded away, thinking he had blown his only chance at the mare of his dreams. Unbeknownst to him, Vinyl was watching him walk away with a look of regret on her face.

She had seen the light in his eyes right before he crashed into the turntables. She hadn't seen that kind of light directed at her in almost a decade. It was a nice change from the usual lust she saw aimed at her flanks.

Unsure of who he was, Vinyl had no idea how to contact him. Of course, she could always talk to some ponies, see if they knew who he was. But where would be the fun in that? No, she told herself, she must do this on her own. Besides, she could get him back for busting up her turntables.

Telling her two bouncers goodday, Vinyl headed towards her home, which just happened to be in the same direction of that pegasus. As she walked down the street, she heard the flap of wings in front of her, and looked up in time to see a black tail disappear into an open window of the house across from hers.

Vinyl laughed, an honest laugh this time, as she realized fate was on her side. Pretending to have not seen him, she turned onto the path up to her own house, using her magic to open the door before disappearing inside.

Heavy watched as Vinyl entered her home, wondering what he should do to apologize. There probably wasn't anything that could get him off the hook, but he had to at least try.

Moving over to his writing desk, Heavy took a quill into his mouth and dipped it in an ink well, before lowering it to the parchment in front of him.

I sincerely apologize for my actions last night.

It was not my intention to ruin your club, and if you would like, I can try and repair the damage I did to your turntables. If my offer is acceptable, just leave a response on my door. Its the house across the street.

Sincerely, Heavy Storms.

Vinyl lowered the note from right in front of her face, a grin spreading across it as fate helped her yet again.

Author's Note

I will do Commissions.
Just PM me details
What kind of story you want: Grimdark, Slice of Life, Adventure, Drama, Sad.
Some character details: who are the characters, are there any OCs.
Location: Ponyville, Manehatten, Canterlot, Crystal Empire, Las Pegasus, etc, etc.
The simple things.

Chapter 2

Vinyl's alarm clock blared four p.m., though the DJ was already up and moving. A quick burst of magic silenced the incescant whining of the infernal machine. Permanently.

Vinyl was too busy to move the remains into the corner, where a pile of broken alarm clocks lay two hooves high. Instead of leaving a note, like he had asked, she was going to talk to him, muzzle-to-muzzle. As she trotted out the door, a last minute thought passed through her mind.

"SEE YOU LATER, 'TAVI'!"

Vinyl doubted that the cellist heard her, but it was better safe than sorry. Closing the door behind her, she trotted across the street, arriving at his door in seconds. Raising her hoof to knock on the door, Vinyl paused. What if he was asleep? Her hoof quickly met her forehead, barely missing her horn, as she remembered it was past 4 in the evening. Raising her hoof to knock, she paused yet again. What if he wasn't home?

"HURRY UP AND KNOCK BEFORE I COME OVER THERE!" Octavia yelled from her window, causing Vinyl to jump and hit her hoof on the door.

Before she could move, the sound of a bolt being opened came from the door. It opened to reveal the gray pegasus from last night, who froze for a few seconds while his face turned red before slamming the door shut with a resounding thud. Vinyl stood there, dumbfounded, wondering if she had just been rejected without even saying anything. Turning around to go back home, she was stopped by the sound of the door opening again. Looking back, she saw him standing to one side of the door, his hoof pointing into the house, as if inviting her in. Hesitatingly, Vinyl stepped inside, jumping when she heard the door close.

"Sorry," the pegasus practically whispered, his nervousness evident, "if you'll please follow me. Sorry about the mess."

Vinyl was about to ask what mess when she stepped into his living room. Scattered all over the room were disassembled electronics, from computers to mp3s. On one wall were shelves of what seemed to be video games, though there may have been a movie or three, while on the opposite wall was a massive 90 inch flatscreen.

She watched as he flew around, gathering parts up in his hooves and putting them in random designated spots, until, eventually, the couch was cleared enough to sit on.
As the pegasus sat down, he motioned for her to join him. Moving over to him, she looked over what was on the coffee table while she cautiously lowered herself onto the couch. Laying all over the table were all of her CDs, as well as her autobiography and the issue of Hoofbeat© that she was on the cover of. He winced, before picking them up and flying over to a glass case in a corner of the room, gently arranging them so that they could be seen among the myriad Vinyl Scratch figurines inside.

Before he could embarrass himself further, he unrolled the cover attached to the top of the case, effectively blocking the inside from sight. Walking back over to the couch, he sat down, awkwardly avoiding eye contact.

"So..." Vinyl said.

"Yeah..." he replied.

"You first," they said in unison, before falling silent again, another awkward moment passing between them.

Clearing her throat, Vinyl broke the silence, "So... Can you really fix my turntables?"

"Probably," he responded quietly, "it depends on how new they are."

"They weren't even a year old yet."

"Buck. Thank Celestia for the internet," he said, rubbing his hooves together.

"You know what?" Vinyl asked.

"What?"

"I never got your name. You obviously know mine," Vinyl said, gesturing to the covered case, "so I'm at a bit of a disadvantage here."

"Heavy Storms," he said quickly.

Vinyl blinked, "do what now?"

"My name," the pegasus said a little slower, "is Heavy Storms."

"Well, 'Heavy Storms', I have to go. Do you think you can be at the club at, say... ten tonight?" Vinyl asked.

Heavy Storms looked at one of the clocks laying about the room. He had five and a half hours.

"Sure. I can be there at ten."

"Cool. See you then," Vinyl said as she got up, before walking out the door, closing it behind her silently with her magic.