How my life changed when I became Vinyl Scratch

I open my eyes, as I wake from my twelve hour long hibernation. Not only did I wake up, but I notice I'm being violently shaken. I turn around, to get a look at who's shaking me, to see my dad, rapping at my right foreleg. I swat at his arms to get him to stop but he continues. This dude really wants to die doesn't he? YEsterday, he was being the biggest dick in the world, not he's still going at it? Ugh what is his problem with me now? YEsterday, we were like best buds, now it's as if we have been bitter enemies since first sight. Well either way, I'm getting to the bottom of this, cause this is enough. He continues shaking me.

"Wake up, you piece of shit!" He shouts at me.

"Yeah I'm awake!! I'm awake!!" I snap back, causing me to earn a hard slap to the face.

"Don't Raise your voice at me! You're just lucky I'm still allowing you to live under this roof!! He roars, about two inches from my face.

"Yeah sure, but brush your teeth at least!" I say waving my hoof in the air to get rid of the stench.

"You don't tell me what to do! As far as I know, you are no longer my son." He glares at me for a moment longer, before turning and walking out the door.

Why? What did I do to deserve this? It wasn't my fault I had turned into a pony! Who does he think he is? I just curl up under my blankets again. I fell the tears welling up again, but this time I can't stop them, as they flow out of my eyes. I recall yesterday, I was leaving the bathroom, and I had put on some Vinyl Scratch songs, when I had fainted, and woke up AS Vinyl Scratch. Then everything went downhill from there. The worst part is I don't have those purple shades. I dry my cheeks now that the tears had stopped flowing, and I get up out of bed. I look at the clock on the wall. 6:26am. Ugh I have to leave in fourteen minutes.

Should I even put clothes on? I mean, I am a pony now so. I open my dresser drawer with all my clothes in it, via magic. I take out a plain blue shirt, that's just a...plain blue shirt, I guess. I slip it on, to find it was much to big for me to wear, so we can scratch the idea of clothes. I head for the door, and right before, I even make an attempt to open it, it swings open, and in the doorway is my mother. She stares at me, with disbelief in her eyes. I smile slightly, which must have freaked her out since she squealed a bit, She takes a closer look at me, then her eyes roll back into her head, as she begins to fall back, so I use my magic to keep her from hitting the floor.

Still keeping her in my magic, I float her over to the living room couch, and I set her down. She wakes up slowly. I trot into the kitchen, where dad happens to be too. I walk past him, and in front of a counter. I use magic to open it, and I carefully lift a glass out of the cupboard.  Then I bring it over to the sink where I turn on the cold water, and I fill the glass with it, when dad finally sees what I'M doing, and he snatches the glass from my magical grasp, and he dumps the water down the sink. He glares at me, and tosses the glass into the sink. Then he points a finger at me.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asks. I gulp, as I search for words to use, and how to word them out.

"M-mom fainted, ...s-so I was getting her some water, c-cause she just woke u-...up." I gulp again as he kneels down in front of me.

"What happened to you? I used to love you, now I just can't, and I refuse to. He says, standing back up, then kicking me in the chest with his foot. I collapse to the ground, now with the wind knocked out of me, as I gasp for air, while tending to my throbbing chest.

"You're so weak." He says shaking his head, then walking out of the kitchen.

I lay there for what seems to be forever, before I can gather myself up. Why does he hate me so much now? What did I do that was so wrong? I just don't get it. I'm breathing a bit heavily now, due to the fact, I had been suffocating for a good minute or two, and now my chest was just killing me. I stand there, and wait til I can get my breathing to return back to normal. Then I walk out to the living room, where mom sees me again. This time she doesn't pass out. She shouldn't have since ponies have been here for a good quarter year now. I just still can't get y head around why dad hates me all of a sudden.

"W-who are you?" She asks, pointing a finger at me. I walk over to the couch and sit next to her.

"Hey mom." I say without looking at her.

"Seth?" she asks, reaching a hand out to rub my blue mane, and I just simply nod.

"Y-you're not going to beat me too are you?" I ask, my voice still a bit shaky from being kicked.

"No! Why on earth would I do that for?" She asks with a concerned tone in her voice.

"Dad seems to think it's fun, by kicking me."

"What!? Where did he kick you?

"My chest. I-it doesn't matter." I reply. "I-I should get going or I'll be late for school." I say shamefully, as I get up from the couch.

I head over to the door, and, I pull my backpack out from under the table, and I swing it onto my back. I sigh and look down at my hooves. I've wished of the chance to see Vinyl Scratch, but not only am I seeing her, I am her. Now that I am, my father has become abusive towards me, and just like that, any care he had for me, was flushed down the toilet. I look up again, to see ma, had somehow, gotten in front of me without making a sound. She kneels down in front of me, and hugs me tight, so I hug her back. At least I know my mother still cares about me, unlike my father.

When we finish hugging, she hurries me out the door, without a word, and then leads me to the car. We get in, and as we begin to pull out, dad comes out of the house...with a gun? He points it at the car, but I know what he's pointing it at. He's pointing it at me! I close my eyes, waiting for a loud gun shot to be made, and my body be sliced open by the round metal projectile. Mom continues to pull out as fast as possible. I open my eyes to see dad, hitting the gun against his hand. It must be jammed. I use my magic on it to take it, and luckily I was able to remove it from his grasp, but with how far he was, I wasn't able to keep a hold on it.

We speed off from there. We drive for what seems like hours, when we finally get to the school, but...she keeps going.

"Uh ma...you missed the school." I say nervously.

"You're not going to school." She says blankly.

"Where are we going then?"

"New York." she replies.

"Why? Only the elements of harmony are supposed to go." I protest.

"I'm not bringing you for them, I'm taking you, so we can get you back to normal...hopefully."

"Okay." I sigh. Since it's so dark out, I can see my reflection in the window. A blue-maned unicorn with red trimmed eyes.

"Are you gonna be okay?" Mom asks me worryingly.

"I Don't know."

After a few hours of driving, and nothing to keep us entertained, we suddenly feel hungry, so we pull into the nearest gas station. Mom fills up the fuel tank, then heads inside. I stayed inside due to not wanting too much attention. By now the sun is high in the sky, and shines beautifully down onto the ground, and the smell of diesel fills the air. I wait in the car for what seems to be about fifteen ish minutes maybe. Ugh where is that woman? Is the place making whatever it is she is getting? Or did she go to the bathroom, and get stuck in the toilet. After a few minutes of waiting I get out of the car and head inside. It's cold in here, and smells like there's a bunch of dead bodies piled up somewhere.

I walk through each of the aisles, hooves making small clopping sounds with each step. I have been through the snacks aisle, then the junk food aisle, and now I'm coming to what seems like the chips aisle, when I hear a very familiar voice, It was a slight groan, and it wasn't mom either. I turn to the aisle, and see another pony, but this isn't just a pony. It's a cyan blue pegasus, with a rainbow colored mane and tail. Rainbow Dash. Or whoever it is that turned into Rainbow dash, more correctly, weather it be a boy or girl who turned into her. That doesn't matter now. I walk up to him/her.

"Hey." Dash turns to look who had said 'Hey' to her.

"Vinyl?" Whoever is in Rainbow's body asks. I nod.

"Well Seth Rogan is my actual name." I say chuckling a bit.

"NO WAY!! The Seth Rogan?!"

"No. I get that a lot though." I smile slightly. "So you heading to New York?"

"Yeah. I don't want to, but I guess I'm being forced to put my life on the line now that I turned into Rainbow Dash." After that she let's out a deep sigh. "Always wanted to become Dash, but now that I have to risk my life in return...I wish it never happened."

"I know how you feel because You know who, was my fav character, now I'm wishing it never happened either."

"It's a tough life I guess." She replies, and we both laugh a it from it.

"So what is your actual name?" I ask

"Brent Michaelson."

"Wow. Sounds scary." I say smiling a bit.

"Yeah just like you, I get that a lot. Seems as though we have quite a bit in common." Brent says.

"I guess so. But shouldn't you have been there already?" Oops! i wish I hadn't of said that.

"That's the thing dude. I'm Equestria's best flier, but I have no idea how to fly in the first place."

"Yeah, well, anyway I gotta look for my mom. She's been here for Celestia knows how long." I say bumping my foreleg on Brent's. "Hey. get the joke?"

"Yeah, but I thought you were good with DJ's, and not jokes." He giggles a bit. That's the only thing really that I like about Rainbow Dash. It's just that voice.

"Hey we're headed to New York as well. Wanna join us?" I ask the rainbow colored mareman. oh wow what a bad pun that is.

"Sure as hell beats walking." He smiles "Thanks."

"No prob Rainbow Dash. Ha I just had to do that since you called me Vinyl before."

We both share another laugh, as we talk more, and as we look for my mom, who we find by the dairy product, still human thank goodness. I go over to her, and I tell her that Brent will be coming with us, being an element of harmony, and what not. Eventually, mom gets what she wants to buy, including food, and after buying everything, we head out to the car. I help mom with all the food and etc. stuff, by placing them in the car with my magical magic. Mom Get's in, but me and Brent just chat for bit longer as we slowly make out way to the car.

"Hey seth, since your Vinyl, I'm sure you can drop some sort of a beat for me right?"

"I don't knooww. It seems kinda haarrdd." I say jokingly.

"Awe come on just do it!" He pouts.

"Okay then." I say then taking in a deep breath.

"I'm the D, to the J, to the P-O-N-3, ain't no other pony able to drop a beat like me, say what?!" I don't know how I did it, but I was able to come up with that as I went, and it came out in under ten seconds flat, and had to be 20% cooler than any other short beat I've heard in my life. YEah more unintentional puns, that I had not planned on making. And on that last part, I stood up on only my hind legs, and crossed my forelegs over my still hurting chest. Damn you dad. I don't know what's going to happen on thi journey, but I sure hope it doesn't involve getting kicked in the chest anymore.

"Dude, that was sick!" Brent exclaims, as he climbs into the backseat, and I sit in the front passenger seat.

"I try. ONWARD AND FORWARD ON, TO NEW YORK CITY!!" I shout, as om begins to speed off a little, since we are out in the middle of nowhere, and the fact that this car has a little speed to it.

Once again we drive until we need to refuel again, and having Brent along made things more interesting, and we've all gotten along quite well. By now, it's dark outside, and we are at least half way to New York city. No idea what will happen when we get there, but we shall find out when we do. This whole trip has been quite the experience, except for the part about getting kicked. yes I just brought that up again. Something funny is that I'm listening to more Vinyl Scratch. So basically, I'm listening to my own music. So now I look exactly like the actual Dj-PON-3 with the way I'm bobbing my head with a straight face to my own music.

This is one of the songs that I like to listen to: Spin that record Vinyl Scratch. It has to be the best Dj track I have ever heard in my life. Now I've gone From simple bobbing, to full blown head banging, as my blue mane bounces around back and forth. I'm just digging this beat way too much. I have always been this way when it comes to techno, and Dj. I don't exactly know why, but it just makes me feel so complete on the inside, since I don't really enjoy things this much. I stop head banging for a moment to look around the car. Mom seems to hear the beat through my headphones, and is slightly bobbing her head too, so I decide to share the fun. I start the song over, nad set it to full blast, and I take out the headphones, but I leave it on pause for a moment.

"Are you bitches ready for some wubsome destruction?!" I shout turning to Brent who seems to be passing out, but is suddenly awake at the fact that I just did a perfect Vinyl Scratch impression, then I unpause it, and the music begins.

"Wub-a-dub-dub mutha-fuckahs!!" I shout as the bass kicks in.

I look at mom who is having a hard time not laughing at my silliness, while Brent is laughing his flank off. The music booms in the car, and sets us from 'ready to pass out' to 'ready to pass'. I on one hand, am fully awake. Now that I'm Vinyl, I have to at least act like her in someways sometimes. Now we are all head banging for four minutes until the song is over. So then I put on the next song on mind: In for the kill (Octavia vs. Vinyl Scratch). Oh now I wish Octavia were here. That would be the best thing ever. Even though I don't know the real Octavia, but just for competition. This time we don't head bang, cause this isn't a head banging type song. But nevertheless, we still enjoyed it.

After the song was over mom said she had a headache from all of the head banging, so I shut off my portable wub machine. Otherwise known as a phone. Eventually we begin to feel sleepy all over again. The first to pass, was Brent, as he/she lays in the back seat, just leaving me and mom. I had almost fell asleep tree times already, but i have to stay awake to make sure mom doesn't fall asleep. I see mom slump forward in her seat, then only to shoot straight back up. At some point she does fall asleep at the wheel, so I had to wake her up. After repeating this process quite a few times, we come to a motel, where we crash for the night. We don't rent a room, we just park, and sleep in the car, and there you go.

Well, I just have to say, that was one of the best times of my life.