Discord's Day out

Discord was pleased. He'd managed to get revenge on that nasty changeling for being so mean to Fluttershy.

Oh, and his other friends, but, mostly Fluttershy.

Now he just needed to organize the DJ. It had been a pleasant side-track, but he really wanted this party to be perfect, and what pony in their right mind doesn't like dubstep.

Arriving again at the sign stating "Vinyl Scratch and Octavia", he noticed a small buzzer. The buzzer boasted a note, written on fancy paper with musical notes all around it, asking "Ring Me!"

Discord was happy to oblige, and so he pressed the buzzer. He expected just a simple 'Ding-dong' to let the inhabitants know there was someone at the door.

Therefore he was quite surprised when, instead of a two note jingle, he heard dubstep.

"Wub, wubwub wub wuwub wub!"

There was the sound of hoofsteps inside the house.

"Chikachika wub wub wub wub!"

The hoofsteps stopped outside the door, and the draconequus heard somepony call out "Hello?"

"Wub! Wuwuwub! Wuwuwub! wewawuwuwuwb! Wub Wub Wub!"

"Is Vinyl home?" asked Discord.

"Wub wub wub wuwb. WUUUUUB!" The dubstep seemed to finally be over.

"Who, might I ask, is looking for her?" asked the pony inside, who Discord guessed was this 'Octavia' pony.

"Oh, just a friend. I'm looking to hire her for a gig this afternoon."

The door opened, but a grey earth pony blocked his path.

"She's in the basement, working on her Bass Cannon," the pony stated, matter-of-factly.

Discord was taken aback. Why was someone working on a Bass Cannon, and WHY WASN'T IT HIM!!!

"Bass Cannon?" he spluttered.

"Yes. Bass Cannon. Ever since she read that Grey Songbird comic I lent her, she's been obsessed with weaponising her dubstep. The Bass Cannon is the last in a long line of failed attempts."

Discord paused for a moment at this. It was an interesting idea. Not even his magic could control sound-waves, so it would be able to penetrate through wards like a hot talon through butter. Also, in the capable hooves of this Vinyl pony, well, who knows what it could achieve?

Also, it seemed fun and chaotic. Mostly that reason.

"Does she need any help?" Discord asked, practically squeeing with glee.

"I'm sure help would be appreciated. Just... Be careful. Vinyl isn't known for being either sane or cautious."

Discord was starting to like the sound of this Vinyl pony

"No, she's a dubstep-obsessed reckless lunatic."

At this point Discord was starting to understand why Twilight occasionally danced in circles screaming "Yes" repeatedly. At that point he was tempted to do it himself.

Octavia sighed. A lord of Chaos, and, more importantly, Vinyl in a room together. She'd have to keep checking up on them, and that would cut into her practice session. Oh well, it was kind of her responsibility. Vinyl may be talented, but she acted like a child and needed others to help reel her back in.

Not even trying to hold back his delight, Discord merrily skipped inside. He'd have to reward that Octavia sometime. Maybe he'd give her a chocolate double-bass for Hearths Warming. Who didn't love Chocolate?

Arriving at a door stating, in no uncertain words, "Vinyl's Dungeon, Knock before Entering," Discord, for all his desire to burst in like a cannonball, slowed himself down and knocked.

He heard from inside a muffled voice say "Who is it?"

Deciding to make a good impression by playing a small prank, Discord put on his best voice and replied "It's Octavia. Just checking up!"

Vinyl audibly sighed and stated "No it isn't. For starters, that was clearly not a hoof knocking. It was a claw of some kind. Secondly, Octive checks up on me every half hour, and it's only been twenty-five minutes. And finally, if it was her, she'd be calling herself Octive."

Discord wondered if this is what love was like, but quickly shook himself and told himself "No, Discord, you felt the same way about Fluttershy. And, to a lesser extent, Pinkie Pie. And those fillies, whatever their names are. Play it cool, D."

He dropped the act and stated, "You're right. It's Discord."

Immediately he was met by a tirade of fury. The only words he made out were "What! You... Classical music... Octive's thing... I like dubstep... How DARE you!.. In my bucking name!.."

Discord decided to stop here there before things got out of hand. Mustering up all his willpower, he said two words that, for him, were harder than many extraordinary feats of magic. "I'm... Sorry."

Vinyl opened the door, a huge smile on her face, and said, "Oh, well in that case I forgive you. But please don't do it again."

Vinyl cheerily showed the draconequus who, not fifteen seconds ago she's been shouting her head off at, around her room. It was surprisingly cheerful for a basement. Mechanical parts were littered everywhere, and there were many, MANY broken marrequins lying about, but what really drew the eye was the centerpiece of the room.

There was what looked like a perfectly normal DJ's table, with a MASSIVE subwoofer on the front.

"Do you like my Bass Cannon?" Vinyl asked, before her smile wavered a bit, "Only problem is, the amplification spell I'm working on needs what's called a balance sphere, and that need Chaos Magic. Apparently, the only known creatures who can use chaos magic are some extinct race called 'Firebirds', and... Draconequui."

Discord didn't even need to be asked. The look of realization on her face was all he needed.

"So... You want me to help you with this?" asked Discord.

Vinyl looked a bit nervous, and said, "Well... Yeah. I mean, if ya want to. It says Unicorns can only control Order Magic. For a balance sphere we need both kinds of magic, and a spherical container."

Vinyl held up a glass sphere and asked, "So, wanna help me make a bass cannon?"

It was actually a rather nice feeling, working together with his natural opposite to create something he could never do on his own. He had, of course, heard about balance spheres, but he's always discounted them as myth or propoganda. But here it was, the ultimate magical battery.

Living proof that Chaos and Order are not mutually exclusive.

Proof that he could belong.

He could not only survive surrounded by order, but he could grow because of it. He had always felt, always known, deep inside, that order was a lack of chaos, and visa versa.

For the first time in his life he began to doubt.

Of course, the moment was thoroughly ruined by Octavia bursting in, screaming "Viny? I heard a loud bang!"

Discord was shaken out of his thoughts, and seeing the two embrace he said, "Get a room, you two!"

Octavia and Vinyl blushed, and Octavia stepped over to him. She muttered, "It's not like that, Discord."

Discord raised an eyebrow.

Octavia's blush deepened, and she continued, "See, Vinyl never really had any parents. Her mother died when she was young, and her father never cared about her. She's never had what most take for granted. I think... I-I think that's why she's still... Still kind of like a filly at heart."

Octavia took on a motherly look and continued, "I can't have kids, but... Well, when Vinyl first moved in it was simply because I needed a roommate. But now... Well..."

Discord held up a claw to silence her and said, "I think I understand."

Once again,the tender moment was interrupted, this time by Vinyl yelling, "Hey! Octive! Look what Discord helped me make!"

Fitting it into a slot in her Bass Cannon, she fired up the turntables. Almost immediately a concussive shockwave blew the door to the rest of the house off it's hinges.

Discord and Vinyl both laughed at Octavia's face, and Discord quickly hurried over.

"Hey,Vinyl, before I forget..."

"Yes?"

"I need a DJ for a party I'm holding this afternoon..."