1: Prologue: Drop The Bass
This is the life. I told myself, spinning the record on the table and blasting my audience with the gloriousness that was my wubs. It was beautiful, the dance floor was alight in crimson, aqua and mint green hues from the strobe lights above. Ponies cheered and danced with each other, teens and adults mingling together on the floor in a massive orgy of dance moves old and new. Ponies cried my name, and waved at me, if I saw one I liked I'd give them a wave, give a cute colt a wink and bob my head to the beat flowing through the ship.
My name is Vinyl Scratch, and this is who I am. This is my life, this is what I truly enjoy. I watched all the ponies dance and writhe on the dance floor, each one cheering and awaiting my next drop. What good DJ leaves her audience hanging? With another spin, all music ceased, everypony stopped for a second...
Another second...
One more...
I dropped the needle, blasting them all with one hundred percent wubs. My ears were blasted with their cries of joy, and the crowd lost it. Oh yeah... this is the life.
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Breaking the Silence: Post Nuclear Darkness
Written by: Dustchu.
MLP:FIM belongs to Hasbro and Lauren Faust.
I own only my OC's and certain elements.
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A few hours had passed and everypony on the dance floor had grown tired, not of my music but just tired. Some had already collapsed and fell asleep, only to be drug off by their friends a few minutes later. I was making sure my tracks for tomorrow were set up and on autoplay. I was going to be resting tomorrow, as much as I enjoyed and relished in the cries and cheers a DJ needs her sleep, you feel me? After a few minutes I set the track up and hopped down from the podium, my throne of wubs.
I trotted past the clean up crew, most looking like they had been up for hours and didn't want to be here. They gave me a nod as I passed by and I felt kind of bad for leaving them to clean up after the crowd, but I had some more important things to do.
Like sleep... or eat... or something... probably sleep.
