The path of a hero

The electronic notes played out a hypnotic, yet peaceful tone as the white unicorn sat inside his room.  His green and yellow eyes ran across a book placed before him, explaining the basics of mechanical operation and maintenance.  His horn began to glow a dim green color as he lightly bobbed his head to the music blasting through his white and silver headphones.  The page of the book slowly turning as he finished another page, unsure if he was retaining its critical content.

Slowly, his eyes began to lose speed as the music within his headphones started to pose more of a concern, his body lightly moving to the beat of the notes.  The little movement slowly grew until he was rolling and shaking his shoulders to the beat, dancing in his chair as the song reached a crescendo.  “Oh buck, here we go.”  His unnatural mix of proper and improper accents resonated as he slowly stepped out of his chair and suddenly broke out in a dance, allowing for the flow and beat of the music to utterly control his body.

The unicorn, however, was unaware of his producer who had just walked through the door to give him some bad news.  The earth pony simply blinked at the unusual dance moves as his artist danced in a robotic-fluid motion.  “K-Kick.”  The pony called out, trying to retrieve his employee from the controlling music.  He failed to remember that with this unicorn, you can’t stop the music, the music stops you.   The unicorn continued to dance, unaware of his producer’s calls until the music finally died down.

With a quick snap of his neck, the headphones slide down his green mane and wrapped around his neck, the next song softly playing through the speakers.  “Kick Pulse.”  The pony said again, eyes revealing his slight irritation with his artist.  With light jump of surprise, the white unicorn slowly turned around and spotted his employer.  “Oh, Dusk Flare, how’s it going my horse?”  Kick’s voice held the same semi-arrogant note in his voice.  The grey pony couldn’t help but shake his head in minor disappointment, Kick’s grin shrinking slowly.

“Kick, I have bad news.”  He started, looking up to the unicorn with a solemn frown.  “No pony is buying your records, they don’t know who you are and are way too into Vinyl Scratch, Living Tombstone and all those other hip and now DJs.  There are just too much opposing artists and their snagging all the attention.  The ponies just don’t want a new electronic artist right now.”  Kick’s expression was one of utter sadness; he knew what the next sentence would hold.  “Sorry Kick, but until you get noticed for something else besides the bleeps and bloops of your hardstyle, we can’t keep supporting you.”

“Well, that sucks…”  The unicorn said with a small frown, his head drooping lowly.  Dusk walked up to the depressed pony as he began with a backup plan.  “But, there is this small town in Equestria, it’s the home of DJ Pon3 and she’s having a Dual of the Disks soon.  Here’s what we want you to do to get started on getting your name out there; go to ponyville, enter the Dual of the Disks, and reach the semi-finals.  After you do that, we’ll supply you with another gig in Manehatten so you can spread your name quickly, how’s that for a plan?”

Kick sighed as he turned away from his producer and walked to the door.  “I’ll think about it, I need something to eat.”  He said, opening the door with his magic as he mumbled under his breath “Can’t think with an empty stomach.”  Dusk attempted to stop the saddened DJ, sticking his hoof out as he called out “Wait, Pi9o!”  But his call fell of deft ears; the unicorn simply slammed the door behind him as he made his way through the small town.

With a heavy heart, the unicorn simply continued his walking around the small rural town, unaware of where his hooves were taking him.  Some ponies called him out, smiling lightly as they spotted the local DJ, walking up and asking for his autograph.  He attempted to hide his sadness, faking a smile to the younger fillies and foals as he signed each of their copies of his CDs.  These are his fans, Kick thought, looking at the young happy faces that looked to him with admiration and amazement, at least, until DJ Pon3 or some of those other ponies take them.

Returning to his walk, the unicorn spotted a stone on the floor, and began to kick it, attempting to take his mind off of the news he just received.  Though the producer did tell him of a way to get back into the lime light, was fame worth jumping through the hoops of the big names?  Couldn’t he just make music for fun and be happy with that?  A pain gripped his heart as he growled under his breath, replacing the sadness with sudden rage as he pulled his hoof back and yelled “What the buck!”  With one mighty kick, the DJ pony sends the pebble flying, unaware where its trajectory was.

“Hey, watch it!”  A rather unique accent called out, followed by a proper “Kick, is that you?”  With a confused look in his two-toned eyes, the unicorn looked up to spot two great scientists.  One had a black mane with a dingy dark tan coat, his blue eyes looking to Kick.  His horn glowing with unnatural sparks of energy, similar sparks engulfing the rock as it began to turn black.  The taller unicorn had a very, unusual, mane style; His originally brown hair had streaks of yellow and white through it, matching his yellow coat.  His brown eyes looked to the depressed unicorn with concern as he moved closer to the newly arrived unicorn.

“O-Oh, hey Professor Tesla Coil, Doctor Clockwork Chromegear.”  The DJ said with a sigh of relief.  Two of the greatest scientist in the world and they happily lived in this small town of Dungtick.  “What is the matter, you seem a bit more Melancholy than you normally are?”  Clockwork asked, stepping to the side of the white pony while Tesla quickly moved to clean up the area, so to not leave behind a mess.  Kick simply sighed, although he didn’t want to tell anypony what had just transpired, he knew he couldn’t keep secrets from these two unicorns.  He simply swallowed his pride and said “Moonlight Industries doesn’t want to continue distributing my records anymore.  But they still want me to do things for them to ‘help with my image’.  One of which is to go to a shit place called Ponyville and play at a Dual of the Disks.”  Doctor Chromegear simply looked to his assistant and the two suddenly smiled.

Wait…why they would smile to such bad news, Kick thought.  Did they find something amusing?  Suddenly, the proper accented unicorn that was by the DJ’s side took several strides forward and turned suddenly to face the confused unicorn.  With a flash of his horn, his chrono-goggles slowly slid down his forehead, over his horn and over his eyes, the sun’s gleam preventing from one to see his eyes, but he suddenly radiated…madness.  He loudly clapped his hooves as he looked to the semi-frightened pony as he suddenly spoke in a very harsh, rough accent.  “Zey vant zou to do an unforgettable performance?” he asked, reaching up and pulling the lever on his goggles down, cogs and gears grinding as the lenses changed slightly.

Kick nodded lightly as Tesla suddenly appeared behind him, leading the unwary pony towards their workshop.  Doctor Chromegear stayed next to the unsettled unicorn as he looked to him through his goggles “So, vat do you say?  Me and Tesla give you our ‘special’ DJ equipment and zou go and blow some heads off!”  Tesla suddenly intervened to correct the maddened doctor.  “I believe you meant to say, blow the roof off.”  The doctor looked to his assistant with a confused frown as he shook his head.  “No, I vent blow some heads.”

A mad doctor who studies time and another who studies transmutation, the thought of what these two scientists invented was rather terrifying.  But at the same time, almost to interesting to pass up, and Kick needed something to give him an edge in the Dual of the Disks.  With a game winning smile, the unicorn looked to the two unicorns and said “I don’t see how you’re…equipment could do any harm, and I am in need of some interesting shows for my display at pleasing the crowd.”  The two simply smiled at the DJ, Chromegear more large and toothy while Professor Coil was more polite and closed off.

“Well, Why not?”