Music and Lyrics

Chapters

Postcards and Polaroids
Vices and Virtues
Dead Memories
The Needs Of Many
Animal I Have Become

Postcards and Polaroids

Ponyville. He had lived here all his life. He loved seeing Celestia’s sun rise in the morning and watching Luna’s moon at night. He was a happy Pegasus and though he had dreamt of living in Cloudsdale often, he couldn’t imagine leaving his friends. Pinkie Pie, the party pony who greeted him with a smile everyday since they met, Ash, the first friend he ever made, Derpy, the mailpony who he always gave a muffin just to see her smile, or any of his other friends. Today, however, was a different day, the newest club was opening on the other side of town. Ash, Pinkie Pie, and himself had all decided to go on opening night. He checked his calander groggily, as he had just woken up. Before he could say a word, Pinkie Pie popped out from his chimney.

“IT’S TODAY!!!” she screamed in his ear.

“Pinkie Pie..” he started.

“It’s gonna be great! Maybe we can find you a marefriend! Pinkie said, ignoring the comment

“Pinkie Pie...”

I can’t believe it’s finally here!!! Oh Lyric it’s gonna be the bestest time ever!” Pinkie continued.

“PINKIE PIE!” he shouted.

“Yes, Lyric?” she asked.

“I just woke up, can't you be a little quieter?” Lyric rubbed his eyes to make the point.

“It’d be a lot quieter if you’d stop shouting, silly!” Pinkie Pie said.

Before Lyric could protest, she was bouncing down the road.

Lyric laughed. Pinkie Pie always made him laugh. Every single time, no matter what she did, he laughed. It was impossible not to laugh, she was Pinkie Pie and Pinkie Pie made ponies laugh no matter what. That’s what she was meant to do, what she loved to do. Seeing everypony smile was the gift of a lifetime to her, how could you not give her that simple joy?

Lyric decided to go out and look for Ash. As usual, he was under his favorite tree, watching the clouds. When Lyric had first met Ash as a young colt, he gave him a sense of anxiety with all his weird tricks, but somehow, gave him a sense of security too.

“Hey Ash.” Lyric laid down beside him.

“Lyric, you’re late as usual.” Ash said.

“Yeah, Pinkie Pie came over and about gave me a heart attack.” Lyric replied.

Ash snorted. “When’s the wedding?”

“What do you mean?” Lyric asked.

“Come on, man!” he tapped Lyric’s head. “Got any brains in there? She’s crazy about you!”

“Nah, besides me and Pinkie Pie? It’s disaster!” Lyric tried to explain.

“I know you like her on the inside. Anyways, I gotta jet. That club will be open soon and I don’t wanna miss out.”

“The club isn’t open for another two hours, you got time.” Lyric yawned.

“But the lines. Oh Celestia, the lines!” Ash got up and flew away.

“Later!” Lyric called.

But what Ash had said bothered him. He and Pinkie Pie as an item just didn’t seem right. Sure he liked her, but not in a lovey sort of way. She was like his sister, he couldn’t go out with his sister and she probably didn’t like him like that either. There was no point in worrying. Lyric hopped up and decided to go along and join Ash at the club. He found Ash at the end of the line, a gruff look on his face.

“See what happens when I listen to you, Lyric?” Ash facehoofed.

“Listen to me?” Lyric protested. “You wanted to come early, remember?”

“Yeah and if I listened to you I’d be even further from the front.” Ash groaned.

“Well, at least we’re at the back of the line together.” Lyric tried to be optimistic.

Ash put his arm around Lyric’s neck. “Thanks, bro.”

“Anytime.” Lyric put his arm around Ash’s neck. “Bro.”

“HEY GUYS!” came an all too familiar voice.

“Pinkie?” Ash squinted trying to see the front of the line.

“Yeah it’s me! Come on up front, you two. I got your tickets!” Pinkie shouted.

Ash and Lyric flew up to the front by Pinkie Pie. They waited for what seemed like eternity. Finally, the club opened and started letting ponies and colts alike inside. The outside seemed large, but the inside was huge! Booths, tables, and seats filled the the large front entrance, to the left was a bar section, and to the right was a massive dance floor. Lyric saw a few pieces of equipment he recognized from his days his music theory class. A double turntable was the “mane” event. Next to it was a mixed synthesizer and equalizer, and then two four speaker cabinets on the sides of the stage. Lyric was amazed somepony could afford all that equipment. It must have cost 4,000 bits!

Ash stretched and yawned. “Seems like a pretty chill place.”

“Ooh! Good thing I brought my portable heater!” Pinkie Pie chirped.

The three broke out into laughter.

“I’ll never understand that pony.” Ash laughed, shaking his head.

“I don’t think anyone ever will.” Lyric shrugged.

At that moment the lights went out and someone spoke into the microphone on the stage.

“And now,” the barpony began. “I’d like to introduce, for your listening pleasure, DJ-PON3!!”

The music began. Instantly, Lyric started noting things about it. Subtle guitar, 3/4 time, thundering bass, and the key of G Major.

“Come on Lyric, let’s get down!” Pinkie Pie called.

“I just want a drink. Why don’t you ask Ash?” Lyric called back.

“Okie Dokie Lokie!” she called back. In a minute she was pulled Ash along to the dance floor.

“Wait!” Ash protested. “I can’t dance! Don’t make me go out there!”

“Anypony can dance, Ash!” Lyric called from the bar.

Lyric looked again to the DJ on stage. She had white fur, an electric blue mane and tail, purple glasses and her cutie mark was an eighth note. He could’ve sworn he had seen her before, she looked so familiar. She looked hotter than hell and Lyric could feel himself getting aroused. He instantly looked away and towards his drink. He thoughts, however, ran off with scenes of her.

The last loop ended and the DJ thanked everypony for coming out and the ponies on the dance floor started to leave. Ash and Pinkie Pie were one the last couples to get out.

“Man, I didn’t know you had so much energy, Pinkie.” Ash panted.

“I didn’t know you had so little.” Pinkie said, jokingly. “Did you see where Lyric went?”

“He went to talk to that DJ-PON3, I think.” said Ash.

“Should we just head home, then?” Pinkie Pie asked.

“That’d probably be for the best, I’m all tuckered out!” Ash laughed.

He turned to leave, but Pinkie stopped him.

“What’s wrong?” Ash questioned. “Are you okay?”

“I just wanted to say thanks for dancing with me.” Pinkie Pie leaned in closer to him. “And this.”

She kissed him. He kissed her back. They both could tell the other wanted it so badly and it sent shivers up their spines. When the kiss ended, they both looked at each other a long time. Then, they walked off in the direction of their respective homes, promising to hang out with each other tomorrow.

“Hey, you.” the barpony called.

“Me?” Lyric pointed at himself.

“Yeah. The hell are you still doing here? It’s past closing.” the barpony spat in a glass.

“Oh, I was just gonna talk to DJ-PON3.” Lyric said.

“Look kid, she ain’t got time for you or any of her other fans.” the barpony said bluntly. “Now go.”

Lyric turned to leave, but a blue aura surrounded him and beckoned him to the stage.

“I knew I recognized you.” DJ-PON3 said.

“Huh? I thought the same about you! The question is who are you?” Lyric said.

“Maybe this’ll help you remember who I am.” the DJ said with a smirk.

She pulled off her trademark glasses and looked at him with her beautiful ruby red eyes. They glistened under the lower light of the stage. It was her. He looked at her as if savoring every curve of her body. It was her. The mare he fell in love with. It was her. It was Vinyl Scratch.

“Vinyl. It’s great to see you again.” Lyric breathed.

“It’s great to see you too, Lyric.” Vinyl said.

Author’s Note: Yeah, everypony disagrees on what color Vinyl’s eyes are. Personally, I think the red goes with the blue mane and the white fur, but that’s my humble opinion. We shouldn’t bitch and moan because in the end we’re bronies and it doesn’t matter. If it really bothers you, substitute your own eye color. Brony on!

Vices and Virtues

Vinyl and Lyric sat at the bar talking about what had happened since they last met.

“I remember it clearly.” Lyric said. “It was the worst day of my entire life.”

“Yeah,” said Vinyl. “It wasn’t the best way to say goodbye, now was it?”

“No, it wasn’t.” Lyric sighed.

“Did I make you cry? Oh man, I’m sorry!” Vinyl asked, worried about her friend.

“No, no I’m alright. It’s just odd, y’know? You said you never wanted to see me again, yet here we are.” Lyric smiled.

“I didn’t mean it. You and I both know that.” Vinyl slouched, insulted by the comment.

The memory came rushing back to her like a tidal wave. That seemingly perfect day turned into a nightmare in an instant.

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Vinyl woke up refreshed. She made her to the window and looked out over the rolling hills of Ponyville. She inhaled deeply, taking in the scents of the morning and looked to her left. There was Lyric, taking in the morning scents himself. He caught her gaze and waved, she giggled and waved back.

“You doing anything later?” Lyric asked.

“Sorry, I have a previous engagement!” Vinyl shouted back, laughing.

She danced in the glow of the rising sun. Nothing could possibly spoil this day, nothing!

It was simple enough why, of course. This was the dream of everypony in Equestria.

Vinyl and Lyric were going to be married today.

The wedding carried on boringly, to the point where Lyric almost fell asleep. Finally, the priestpony asked those daring words.

“Lyric, do you take this lovely mare to be your wife?” the priest asked.

“I do.” Lyric replied, beaming.

“Then by the power vested in me, I pronounce you...”

The doors burst open.

“Objection!” called the silhouette.

“Dad?!” Vinyl squinted.

“Get off of my daughter!” Vinyl’s father screamed.

He lunged at Lyric and kicked him. Lyric fell to the floor and began coughing up blood. Vinyl’s father sent another kick towards him, this time aimed at his throat...

But a blue aura stopped him.

“Vinyl, let me go! I’m not about to let this foal become your husband.” Vinyl’s father said.

“Why? You barge in here, ruin my wedding...” Vinyl said through clenched teeth.

“Vinyl?” Her father started looking scared.

“Attack my husband, scare everypony..” Vinyl continued.

“Vinyl?” her father asked.

“And you have the nerve to even talk to me?!” Vinyl screamed.

The blue aura surrounding her father’s leg climbed over his body. He cried out and there was a terrible crack. His body hit the floor. Vinyl dropped down and began crying. Lyric got up and looked over to her father, he knelt and check his pulse.

Dead

Lyric got up and went over to Vinyl.

“I killed him didn’t I? I killed my own father.” Vinyl whispered through her tears.

“It wasn’t your fault, he attacked us, you couldn’t...” Lyric tried to say.

“NO! You don’t understand! I KILLED HIM! He’s dead and there’s nothing I can do to bring him back.” Vinyl continued sobbing.

Lyric put an arm over her shoulder.

“It’s okay. My darling.” Lyric whispered.

She pulled away from him. “Get off me. Go, I never want to see you again!”

She ran for the door. Away from him, out of his life.

Forever.

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“Then I skipped town and came back under the alias DJ-PON3.” Vinyl finished the memory.

“Wow, has it really been seven whole years? They’ve kinder to you than me.” Lyric joked.

Vinyl laughed. He loved to see her laugh. It reminded him of better days, when both of them felt more alive. Before her father screwed up everything and made her skip town for seven years.

“I’ve been around a lot of places in Equestria. Places I didn’t even know about.” Vinyl continued.

“Go on.” Lyric motioned with his hand. “I want to know everywhere you’ve been, everything you’ve done.”

“Such a charmer, just like when we were young.” Vinyl laughed. “I think that’s enough for tonight though, I am kinda tired.”

“Have you anywhere to stay?” Lyric pondered.

“No. I thought about catching a few Z’s in the Apple Family barn.” Vinyl yawned.

“You’re welcome to come stay with me if you’d like, I have a spare room.” Lyric offered.

“I think that’s a great idea.” Vinyl said, a hint of seduction in her voice.

Later...

“Oh Celestia, I didn’t know it was so big!” Vinyl said, completely astonished.

“It’s always been this size.” Lyric’s ears flattened against his head.

“No I’m positive it’s bigger!” Vinyl said. “May I touch it?”

Lyric shrugged. “What’s mine is yours.”

Vinyl placed a hand on the hard object gingerly.

“Same as when we bought it.” Lyric said, looking over their house.

“Nah, it seems bigger.” Vinyl put a hand to her chin. “I don’t know how, but it does.”

“It’s empty, I’ll tell you that firsthand.” Lyric felt tears in his eyes.

“I know, but that’s why I came back, I’m still Vinyl Scratch and I’m still your wife.” Vinyl pulled Lyric into a kiss.

This kiss was unlike any other Lyric and Vinyl had experienced. There was such heat, such passion in that kiss. It was a swirl of every emotion all at once. Lyric knew they were inseparable now. He couldn’t tell how he knew, he just did.

When the kiss ended, the couple made their way inside the house, eager to begin the night’s events....

Sleep.

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Well that was raunchy. So here I am, the author, and instead of writing an English paper like a good boy, I’m here, listening to Sleeping With Sirens (I know, I’m hardcore. Thank you.) and writing this story. This part was mainly for my perverted friends who always make me write crappy clopfictions. So I decided to write a clopfiction without really writing a clopfiction. (insert crappy “yo dawg” joke here) How many of you actually believed it was gonna turn raunchy? If you were one of them, you’re cool. Seriously. Anyway time for part 3!

Dead Memories

Vinyl awoke first. She sat up, covered in sweat from her recurring nightmare. It was her wedding day playing over and over again in her mind, the ceremony, the beautiful bouquet, and her father’s death. Her father wasn’t the most caring pony in Equestria, he would stay out late drinking, come home hammered, and on rare occasions, beat her. It was hard to hide the bruises and the blood took awhile to come out of her coat, but she was able to stay with her father until she was old enough to get a job and her own apartment. It was there, in fact, where she had met Lyric. He was working for his grandfather who ran the apartment complex and he had paid for her apartment out of his own paycheck. From then on, they began attending the same college and, inevitably, dating. Then they got married, and here she was, beside her husband after not seeing him for seven years. Lyric woke up with a very audible yawn. Though not thoroughly awake, he could feel Vinyl next to him. He felt pure joy as he reached his hand over and touched hers, but at the same time, he felt sad. He felt like he was forcing her to stay with him and a thousand questions filled his mind. Lyric debated whether to make a sound or not. He wanted to, but he didn’t know exactly how to handle the situation. He grew up on the streets of Ponyville, without a mother or a father. He didn’t know what to do.

“Good morning.” he finally said.

“Good morning.” Vinyl replied, her voice had hate behind it.

“Are you okay, Vinyl?” Lyric asked.

“Fine.” Vinyl said, bluntly.

“You don’t sound fine. What’s wrong?” he pried.

“Nothing.” her voice still gruff.

Lyric wanted to make everything alright with her, but couldn’t find the words. Instead, he got up and went downstairs. He made breakfast for the both of them. Making his way back up to the bedroom, he gave her the meal.

“I may not know what’s wrong, nor how to fix it, but you’re hungry.” Lyric shrugged and smiled.

Vinyl looked down at her plate. Lyric had made her favorite meal. Oat pancakes, Hay bacon, and a glass of sweet-grass juice.

“If you need me, I’ll be in the attic.” Lyric walked out.

The attic. Their first time in the new house. Most ponies would have their first time on the kitchen table or the bedroom, but Lyric and Vinyl had made theirs’ in the attic. The stain was probably still there to prove it. She felt dirty thinking about the crazy hours they had spent doing it.

Lyric opened the attic door, reveling in the memories it brought. Inside, guitars, synths, amps, and a drumset crowded around two swivel chairs and a desk. Lyric opened the desk, took out a piece of paper and began to write, but he wasn’t writing his feelings in words, it was in the music. The dynamics, the arpeggios, the atmosphere of the song was melancholic, bringing out past events from Lyric’s mind that he didn’t want to remember. Things he wanted to forget, but couldn’t, all trapped inside and being released through the music.

Lyric didn’t hear the door open nor did he see Vinyl come in, he just kept playing his guitar Then he heard it, that small sound of a scratch. He looked over a saw Vinyl, her trademark glasses on, staring back at him with a smile on her face. Lyric returned to his instrument and they began to play together.

He felt her and she felt him.

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I'm sorry this chapter is so short. College finals are next week, so I'm cramming all the studying. The minute finals are over I'll make an extra long chapter for you guys! Stay tuned!

The Needs Of Many

“Fluttershy! Are you home?” Pinkie knocked on the door.

Inside the house, Fluttershy was trying to get Angel to eat his salad.

“Angel, you are going to eat.” She picked up a slice of carrot and shoved it into Angel’s mouth.

“Now, chew.” She said, fire in her eyes.

Not wanting to upset Fluttershy anymore, Angel quickly dug into his food.

“Good boy, Angel.” Fluttershy went downstairs, then she heard somepony knocking on the door.

She quickly flew to the door and opened it.

“Oh, hello Pinkie Pie! What’s up?” Fluttershy asked.

“I was wondering if you wanted to grab some lunch, I have to talk to you about something.” Pinkie said.

“Sure. Angel’s fed so we can go now. Um, if that’s alright with you, I mean” Fluttershy shrugged.

The two went to a small sandwich shop and began talking.

Pinkie told her of how she dreamt of Lyric all the time and was jealous at Vinyl for taking him away from her.

“Fluttershy, he stays home all the time, nowadays,” Piknie said in a flimsy voice. “Lyric just wants to be with Vinyl. He doesn’t care about me or Ash.”

“Pinkie, um, please don’t take this the wrong way,” Fluttershy began.

“Take what the wrong way?” Pinkie questioned.

“Well Lyric hasn’t seen Vinyl in seven years, maybe he’s, um, trying to get used to the fact his wife is back.” Fluttershy shrugged.

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard and I’ve heard a lot of stupid things! I’m Pinkie Pie!” Pinkie stormed off.

Fluttershy sighed. Oh Pinkie, Lyric still cares about you. If only you could see it from his eyes.

Then a great idea struck her and she flew off in the direction of Lyric’s house.

Vinyl shook off the afternoon drowsiness. Hangovers are such a drag. she thought as she went downstairs.

As she descended down the wooden staircase, she heard the sound of faint music. It got louder as she neared the kitchen door, she pushed it open and the music instantly stopped.

“Good morning Lyric.” Vinyl smiled.

“Afternoon.” Lyric said.

“Aw, what’s wrong? You a little lonely last night?” Vinyl asked slyly.

“No, actually I hung out with Ash. What I want to know is... where were you last night?”

“For Celestia’s sake, Lyric. I’m old enough to be out doing shows! What are you, my mom?”

“No, because if I was your mom, I would’ve grounded you.” Lyric said, returning to the dishes.

“Why? Because I went out, played a show and had a few drinks?” Vinyl poked Lyric’s ribs.

“No!” Lyric threw down the dish. “Because you didn’t come home last night. I searched, but didn’t find you until eleven and when I did find you, you smelled of alcohol and sweat.”

“Why are you telling me all of this?” Vinyl asked.

“Because you were out with a stallion last night!” Lyric screamed.

“Oh! Is that what you think?” Vinyl screamed back. “For your information I was not out with a stallion last night.”

“That’s a lie! I can smell him!” Lyric grabbed the dish and threw it at Vinyl.

She couldn’t react, it hit her in the face and her head split. Blood began gushing from the wound.

I have to get up. she thought. Have to get to a doctor. She tried to get up, but she fell back down, and this time Lyric was more conscious of the sounds around him. He turned and saw his actions face to face. He screamed for help.

Fluttershy heard the scream and began flying as fast as her 2.5 wing-power wings would go. She burst open the door and saw Lyric trying to lift Vinyl onto his back.

“Fluttershy! Thank Celestia! Get over here and help me.” Lyric cried out.

“Lyric! What happened to Vinyl?” Fluttershy asked.

“There’s no time, she’s bleeding. Help!” Lyric screamed.

Fluttershy got Vinyl positioned on her back and helped Lyric fly her to Nurse Redheart.

“So, Lyric.” Fluttershy asked, in a calmer voice. “What happened to Vinyl?”

“I lost control. I found her last night at the club. She smelled of alcohol, sweat, and...” he stopped.

“Of what?” Fluttershy asked.

“A stallion.” Lyric whispered.

He began crying, and Fluttershy pulled him into a tight hug.

“It’s okay. Calm down, Lyric.” she said, in her gentle, whispery voice.

Outside, Pinkie watched from the window. She saw Fluttershy hugging Lyric and she was sure about one thing.

If she couldn’t have Lyric, nopony could.

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I’m sorry. For those who don’t know, my roommate, and best friend, Doug got onto my account and wrote the story entitled “It’s Raping Time”. I’m sorry that ever had to get out on FIMfiction and sorry to every brony who read it, hated it, and hurt themselves over it. Doug’s just being Doug. I’ll have to make sure to logout next time, haha. Anyways, here’s the proper version of Chapter IV: The Needs Of Many!

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Animal I Have Become

Yeah I, I saw your ghost tonight

It fucking hurt like hell.

To know you’re almost mine.

But dreams can’t all be real.

Real.

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Lyric couldn’t think, his mind had stuck itself on what he had done to Vinyl. No matter where he went or what he did, it just seemed like beating a dead horse, he couldn’t get his mind off it. Vinyl was currently resting up the hospital. According to Nurse Redheart, Vinyl would be fine, just a few stitches and some bed rest and she’d be the eccentric DJ she always had been. Lyric wasn’t too sure about that, nor was he sure he could handle it. I hurt her. he thought. I threw a bloody dish at her and nearly killed her. What have I become?!

Pinkie Pie made her way down the road to Lyric’s house. This’ll be perfect! Lyric’s mind is so scrambled he’ll need somepony to vent to and it’ll me. Then, I’ll tell him I love him and he’ll ditch Vinyl and marry me! Pinkie chuckled at her sheer brilliance.

She stepped up to the door and knocked. Lyric opened the door.

“Wowie Lyric, are you trying to get your mane like mine?” Pinkie asked.

“No Pinkie, I’m not.” Lyric said dryly.

“Aww, Lyric. You’re still upset about Vinyl, huh?” Pinkie rolled her eyes in a silly way.

“Pinkie, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Lyric, you always say venting makes you feel better. Why don’t you take your own advice?”

“I can’t Pinkie. If I ever lost Vinyl, I’d...” Lyric’s voice suddenly became useless.

“You’d do what, Lyric?”

“I’d become something...different. I’d change into a rabid animal. I’m sorry Pinkie, I just can’t.”

He shut the door in her face, snapping her out of her wild daydream. What the hay is wrong with me? Pinkie thought. Why do I keep trying to break up Lyric and Vinyl?

Before another thought could cross her mind, a new Pinkie took hold.

“Hello.” A straight-maned Pinkie said.

“What do you want with me? Why are you taking over my body?” asked Normal Pinkie.

“I’m your inner desires, call me Pinkamena.” Pinkamena said, her voice harsh and uncaring.

“I did,” Pinkie said. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because I am the only one who can get you what you want.” Pinkamena replied.

“And how exactly do you know what I want?” Pinkie cried angrily.

“I told you, Pinkie, I’m your inner desire, I know everything about you.” Pinkamena teased.

“Get out of my head.” Pinkie whispered..

“You can’t escape.” Pinkamena’s smile was crooked.

“Get out of my head.” Pinkie whispered again.

“I’ll come back, you won’t get away.” Pinkamena’s voice seemed farther off.

“GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” Pinkie exclaimed.

“Pinkie? PINKIE! For the love of Celestia, what are you doing?” Ash shook Pinkie’s body.

“Ash? Wha-What are you doing here?” Pinkie asked groggily.

“Heard you screaming, clutching your head. Thought something was wrong, came to check.” Ash said.

“What was I saying?” Pinkie asked, praying to Celestia it did not involve Lyric.

“Something about somepony named...Pinkamena, was it?” Ash tapped his chin, thinking.

“Well thank you, Ash. I’ll see you later.” Pinkie waved.

Ash just nodded.

I need to find Fluttershy. I need help. Pinkie began her search for Fluttershy.

One week later...

Pinkie Pie had been in the Equestrian Mental Institution for the past week. Doctors were baffled. This was no regular mental problem that could be erased with the pocket watch trick. No, this case required the doctors to delicately pry away the “scab” the covered the real reason she was experiencing MPD.

“So that’s basically how I got here.” Pinkie explained to the pony in the next room.

“Wow, Pinkie. That’s a better story than how I ended up here.” Shooting Star said.

“Yeah,heh heh, that’s cool, heh heh. Hey, heh heh, that reminds me a funny story.” AvA began.

“No one cares Avy.” Shooting Star said reluctantly.

“So, heh heh, there I was being a regular pony and then the EMI took me away, right off the streets.” AvA continued as if Shooting Star had never spoke.

Shooting Star and Pinkie sighed.

This was going to be a very long, very hard couple of weeks.

The next morning, Pinkie’s cell door opened.

“Come along.” grunted the guard.

Pinkie followed without a word, she knew better than to speak out of turn. She had done that on her first week here, with a few silly comments throw in, and was severely punished. Her punishment lasted about a day, but to her it seemed like an eternity. There was only one cure for silly ponies in the mental ward, shock treatment.

“Sit.” the guard ordered.

Pinkie sat in a wheelchair and the guard restrained her, complete with a straight jacket and muzzle.

“Here we go.”

The guard took a cup with three pills in it, a red, a blue, and a purple. Pinkie took the red without any sort of drink, the next with water, and the third with a concoction the EMI made.

“Good girl.” the guard said. “Now, for your daily stroll.”

It wasn’t much of a stroll. It mainly consisted of Pinkie being wheeled to a window and watching ponies on the other side walk about and enjoy their days. She, however, was stuck in a mental institution, but she needed to find out why she wanted Lyric so bad. She had to find out what the reason was, and how to counter it. All Pinkie wanted at this point, was to be killed. The shock wasn’t working and at night Pinkamena visited her dreams, it was an endless cycle.

As he laid in his bed, Lyric wondered about Pinkie. She seemed kind of off earlier and then she was sent to the EMI. This just doesn’t make sense. Lyric thought. This is just crazy! Was Ash right? Does Pinkie really want to date me? But I’m married, and I can’t leave Vinyl, especially after what I did to her. Vinyl needs me now, more than ever. Pinkie’s just crazy.

But does that mean I’m crazy too?

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So college finals aren’t done yet. I got one Wednesday and one on Friday, but I thought what the hell, you guys have been kept waiting long enough. I hid 3 easter eggs in this one, let me know if you find them. Extra points if you guess the song in the beginning.

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