Operation: Dethrone II

EDM whistled off into the sky. It seemed like a pointless thing to do; there was nothing to be seen in that direction. But then there were nine bright flashes, and nine more cats appeared. These ones were smaller than EDM, and they were all different colors. They still wore headphones, and they could still walk on clouds and float in mid-air.

The cats were magenta, purple, orange, yellow, blue, cyan, green, red, and turquoise-green. Each color represented the different sub-genres of Electronic Dance Music: Drumstep; Dubstep; House; Electro; Trance; Nu Disco; Hard Dance; DnB, or Drum and Bass; and Glitch Hop, respectively. This was what had kept Monstercat’s music from becoming mainstream for so many years-the diversity of genres meant that there was always something new to listen to.

“Let’s do this!” the red cat yelled, and he clapped his hands loudly. “I’m ready to go kick some tail today!”

“Now, hold on there,” Trance calmly interrupted. “We need instruction from Monstercat and EDM first. They are the leaders after all.”

“Fine,” DnB grumbled. “I’ll get my fight on later.”

“Listen up!” EDM yelled to the smaller cats. “We have a lot of work to do if we want Operation: Dethrone II to succeed. Your goal is not to write a large quantity of music, but instead you must write music of high quality…music that people-or ponies, in this case-would want to listen to over and over again. These tracks will become our sixteenth album.”

“Now go!” EDM ordered. “Find inspiration, and write.”

“Let’s do it!” DnB yelled in his best royal Canterlot voice. He jumped off the cloud he was standing on, did a front flip, and hit the empty concert hall floor with a loud THUD. Because of the power he possessed, much like EDM’s, he stood up unhurt.

The others went off the cloud as well. Electro and House jumped off holding hands. The two best friends could never separate. Glitch Hop followed, with Drumstep, Dubstep, Trance, and Nu Disco all making their descents in their own ways, with their own tricks. Hard Dance was the last to go down. He pretended to lose his balance and fall off the cloud, landing flat on his face when he hit the concrete. He then got up and said “Whew…good thing I’m indestructible” before meeting up with the others.

Meanwhile Vinyl was backstage, still packing. When she heard the loud thuds of the monstercats hitting the ground, she thought out loud “What the hell?” and emerged from behind the curtains. There, in the middle of the spot where the audience should have been, she saw the eight monstercats in a circle. It was too late to unpack her equipment, and they didn’t look like they wanted to listen to music anyway.