Please Don’t Leave Me Yet…
"It's been a long month…” Vinyl thought as she stalked down the bustling market of Ponyville. A whole month of Octavia being a big “frown factory” as Pinkie put it. She had been super bummed about Derpy the whole month that she wouldn’t do anything. The only thing she really did was move all her stuff back home from her Manehattan apartment.
“It’s not like I did anything to really help…” She didn’t notice the greetings from the ponies around her, but to the greeters this was normal. Vinyl Scratch was one of the most oblivious ponies in the whole town, mostly due to her always wearing her headphones. The fact that she was wearing them with no music playing didn’t help that image.
“I probably did more to cause it then to fix it…” She thought for a few seconds...until a light bulb. This was rare if it wasn’t music or a twisted version of a "romance" related topic.
“I’ll fix it, and then Octy can be her normal, hap-...SNOOTY self again.” She immediately smiled at the thought of being nagged at for not being tidy enough or dropping too much bass. She made the most girly sound she could at the thought of Octy’s face when she would do the exact thing that she nagged her about at level eleven. Her giggles lightened her mood a bit, but she fell back to earth when she realized she had no idea how to fix it.
“HEY!!!” An all-too familiar pink pony out of nowhere landed directly in front of her face. Vinyl being as deep in her thoughts as she was didn’t notice until it was too late. She walked muzzle first into Pinkie’s face...making it look like an awkward, public make-out session. Pinkie wasn’t at all fazed by this, and by some miracle of nature she had just leaned back a very VERY unhealthy amount. Pinkie’s hooves were planted flat on the ground, but her legs were at a 45 degree angle from there to her body.
“Pinkie! Where did you come from?!?!?” The party pony had the skills to even surprise Vinyl.
“Weeeelllll….first I was born….” She seemed to be starting a life story.
“No, I meant where did you come from just now.” Vinyl had an incredible and near irresistible urge to facehoof.
“Ooo ooo!!! I know this one!!! Applejack’s apple cart!!!!” Pinkie yelled out like an excited school filly.
“Okay...but why did you stop directly in front of my face?” Vinyl said as she backed up. She hadn’t realized she was prolonging the awkward looking scene. Pinkie’s legs returned to a more normal angle.
“You wouldn’t have stopped if I didn’t silly!!! You’ve ignored everypony all morning, and I don’t hear any music playing out of those!!!” Pinkie jabbed the headphones with a hoof, knocking them off Vinyl’s ears in the process.
“Are my beats really loud enough to be heard by everypony around me?” Vinyl asked dumbfounded.
“Abso-rooty-root-tootly!!!” Pinkie responded with a made-up word Vinyl hadn’t heard yet.
“Awww yeah!!! DJ Pon-3 advertisement!!!! All I gotta do is walk around town playing my dubstep.” Vinyl hooted enthusiastically
“Sooooo…..you’re thinking about how to make Octy better right?!?” Pinkie asked suddenly.
“Uh….yeah….how’d you know?” Vinyl was once again dumbfounded.
“Just a hunch!” Pinkie answered loudly.
“How...what...nevermind.” Vinyl was preparing to leave, but Pinkie wasn’t finished yet.
“Have you figured anything out yet?” Pinkie asked in the most serious demeanor that she had been so far through this entire encounter.
“No...I’ve got absolutely no ideas.” Vinyl said before finding the ground underneath her hooves very fascinating.
“Well why don’t you just talk to Derpy when she buys her sugar muffins?” Pinkie asked still very serious.
“I don’t know when she does that.” Vinyl replied.
“You’re talking to the pony that sells them silly!” Pinkie yelled, returning to her usual ecstatic demeanor.
“Oh yeah...I may have let that slip my mind…” Vinyl replied a bit sheepily.
“She buys them every Friday. I’m not sure how long they last, but that’s her routine… although lately she’s been a frown factory too…” Pinkie trailed off at the end realizing they had similar problems.
“Thanks Pinks!” Vinyl shouted as she ran off.
“Bye! Sharing customer information with you was fun!!!” All eyes turned to Pinkie as she finished her good-bye. “Hey...I never Pinkie Promised to keep it confidential!” She bounced away cheerfully.
A few hours later...
Tavi sat motionless on the couch in the living room. Lifeless. She'd never had feelings for Derpy. At least...not like that...she never really felt like Derpy had ever felt that way about her either, but she did...or possibly had felt that way before the events that transpired that day. She had felt heart-broken herself...the sound of Derpy on the verge of crying was not something anypony ,except for the most evil and sadistic of ponies, would ever want or should ever hear. Her mind wandered. A thought formed...
"Maybe if I talk to her in-game I can fix this..." She stared at the wall. "or make it all worse..." She hadn't logged on since that day. Her trio friends had sent her texts and asked about it when she went back to get her things from Manehattan. They were a bit sad she was leaving, but they hoped they would stay in touch. Tavi did make mental notes to reply to some texts every once and a while. The sound of a door snapped her out of her thoughts.
"Hey Octy! I'm hooooome!!!!" Shouted a rather overly-enthusiastic Vinyl Scratch. The DJ poked her head into the living room. "You're still sitting there?!?! Did you even move while I was gone?!?"
"Actually I'll have you know I got up to use the bathroom." Tavi replied defensively. "Did you get the orange juice?"
"Oh uhhhh....was I supposed to get that?" Vinyl asked embarrassed while rubbing the back of her neck. "Let me check the list..." She floated out a piece of paper with the words ORANGE JUICE!!! written across it in VERY large lettering. "Oops..." She let out as she chuckled nervously.
"VIIIINYYYYL!!!" Tavi whined childishly.
"Okay okay...calm down Octy...I know how much you like your OJ...I'll go get it right now." Vinyl said soothingly...well as soothingly as a Scratch could manage. She quickly ran out the door down the street.
"She's gone...again...maybe I can login and see if Derpy is online... She slowly got up and began the journey up the stairs to the room where her computer sat. When she arrived she had to wake it up, and as soon as it woke up it popped up with a message...
Equestrians at War: AUTO-UPDATE COMPLETE
She went through her normal login process, ignoring the update notes, and went straight to her friends list. She found Derpy's name in red. She'd never seen red on a username before. When she clicked it it popped up with a message...
We are sorry...This player has changed factions...be prepared to kill a traitor...
Author's Note
Just gonna....leave this....here....DUN DUN DUHHHHH!!!!!! 
My master plan is in full SWING. 
Will history REPEAT itself? 
There's no RESTS on this train. 
INSERT MUSIC PUN 4 HERE. 
