The DJ That Scratched my Life

by Bonified_Ponified_Tracer

Rating: everyone
Tags: Random, Slice of Life, Alternate Universe, Human
Length: 6808

Another My Little Dashie SPIN-off xD

My life has been a sad record, until a character I thought to be fiction came and remixed it for me.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-12-07 22:22:01 UTC

Let the Remix Begin

I’ve never been much of a great man. One can just perceive me as just another face in the crowd...if they’ve noticed me at all that is. Much like the rest of the dwindling population in my sappy little town, I’ve been caught in the net of a set schedule which repeats itself every day. Nothing unusual happens, nothing interesting. I wake up, I eat, sit around doing nothing until I have to work at nine at night. I come home at four in the morning, and salvage whatever sleep my insomnia will allow me.

As of now, I’m sitting at the counter at the Kwik Trip in which I work. I’ve got my head propped up on an arm, waiting for any customers to come through, but who’s going to come a mile out from town to get a Monster or a box of Glazers? On an average night I get about twelve customers who, of course, come for gas. Sometimes they’ll come in and grab a thing or two, but are usually gone in a fairly good order.

The soundless t.v above is my only means of entertainment, watching the news. By soundless, I mean the speakers don’t work. A storm the other night caused the power to go out, and when I got everything up and running, the t.v just wouldn’t produce any sound. So now, I just sit in silence, watching the captions go by to hopefully keep track of what they’re saying. I watched Donald Trump’s speech about being elected as the new U.S president, which was rather boring to say in the least, but I’m just grateful the t.v still puts out the video.

Every now and again I’ll glance at the clock next to the t.v hanging from the ceiling, watching the red needle move with each tick. I take a sip of my black coffee, its warmth courses through my veins and nips at my tongue from the heat. My free hand taps to the beat of Free Bird playing on the intercoms above.

No wonder my girlfriend, Cassidy left me.

I’m a broken man with little income and a rickety old house to live in.

No wonder she took Alyssa, my daughter, too.

Memories begin to fill my head. Good ones. Enjoyable ones. Ones I wish weren’t just memories anymore. I remember when I took her camping. She was only four at the time, still learning to talk. I took her fishing…

“Daddy, daddy! I got a fishy, daddy!” Alyssa cheered with joy as she fumbled with her fishing pole to reel in her prize.

“Oh, that’s great, sweeties! Let me help you!” I smiled at her as I set my own rod down allowing my fish to get away.

I took my little girl into my lap, a wide smile spread across her rosy cheeks, her long brown hair blowing in the gently breeze. I placed my hands over hers and together, we reeled in a foot long salmon. It’s bright red color shining under the morning summer sun, our legs dangling off the edge of the dock. It was a beautiful day.

“It’s so pretty, can we keep it, daddy?” she gazed up at me with the most beautiful blue eyes I’d ever seen. They were just like her mother’s.

“Of course we can.” I smiled at her and she smiled back. I kiss her forehead softly.

Her smile grew wider, her pearly whites began to show.

“I love you, daddy,” she said softly as we placed the fish in the container full of water between us.

Alyssa beamed at her new pet, a fat fish it was.

“I’ll name you Pudgy!” she giggled, reaching in to stroke the fish, and surprisingly it just sat there and allowed her to touch it. “Thank you, daddy,” she smiled at me and began to hug my arm, a bit tighter than I would have liked, but at least I knew she was happy.

She was happy. I did everything I could to be a good father. I played dolls with her, even joined her uninvited on her tea parties with her stuffed dolls which consisted of characters from her favorite t.v show: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.

Heck, I learned everything there was to be known about the show with how much she talked about it! I even began to watch it with her and soon, I found myself taking my little girl to Bronycon for an early birthday gift. That was when we had good money. That was when we were all happy. We had a two thousand square foot house to ourselves to rent, and Cassidy, then, was telling me how great of a man I was.

But then I got fired. Thrown in prison for a crime I didn’t commit. I worked as an architect, designing blueprints for buildings and houses - even went to the site where my first plan was actually being built. But, one of my co-workers, who hated me for unknowingly taking their allegedly owned parking space, somehow found out my login and password on Facebook and made a post saying she’s blow up the building.

As cliche as it sounds, it happened. Nobody believed me when I tried to defend myself.

I got twenty years.

Luckily I only served two of them since that co-worker snapped I guess and confessed, but Cassidy seem to think she felt bad for me and took the blame so she thinks I was the one who made that post.

I lost everything. She took it all.

That’s how I’ve come to where I am today.

Back to reality, I sighed as I looked a a photo of the three of us on Alyssa’s third birthday. Cassidy demands I give it to her, but I just claim to have lost it. It’s all I have left of my baby girl. I glanced up at the clock, noticing I had been staring out to space for a good twenty minutes. Fifteen minutes till my shift is to end.

I got up from the chair in which I sat and set to work, closing up the shop. I had to sweep, count the earnings, check the stock and a few other things which took a good half hour, but it was a relief I could finally go home! During that time, I came to notice it was raining outside. Great, wet roads and a sleepy driver.

Thank you nature!

I left the store and locked the doors, but not before throwing my clown mask on. NO I am not one of those creepy killer clowns, but I wear a mask just to “blend in.”

So, I made my way over to my car - an old, red Pontiac Fiero. Thing took a T-bone from a truck and the door still opens and closes as if nothing happened. So, I got in, buckled up and prayed it would start. I swear this car has come to its final days of living as it took a good eight attempts to get it to even sputter. Another four tries later it rumbles to life, the flip up headlights come up, but only the right one turns on. It screeches as i put it in reverse and I pull out into the road, switching it into drive and I made my way for home.

A straight, unpopulated, two mile long road awaited me. The pitter-patter of rain against the car only increased my lust for sleep, the one operating headlight triggering my OCD and the squeaking of the rusty car over the bumps called for one long, annoying drive. My tiredness was also getting the better of me as I began to doze off as usual, but the same major bump in the road always wakes me. He same major bump in the road this time also makes my car die.

A good five minutes later, I was outside my car in the pouring rain, the car receiving a few more good dents from my angered kicking. Not to mention my pointless insults to an inanimate object. I was about to throw another kick and/or insult, but a twig snapping from the woods that line the road put me at attention.

“Who’s there!?” I called into the trees.

There was high pitched “Eep,” followed by a scuffling of leaves and light whimpering as if a child were crying. Knowing now there’s no clown - or at least I hoped, I made my way into the trees.

“Who’s there?” I asked again, but in a much softer tone as to not scare whatever was there.

The whimpering continued and slowly I took step after step into the near pitch black forest and thunder rolled above. Within the thick trees, I didn’t feel as much rain landing on me, so at least there was that.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” I said in an even softer tone. Heck, I couldn’t even if I wanted to. My gun and bat are in the trunk of the car.

The whimpers and soft cries came again. This time it sounded as if I couldn’t take a step in any direction without stepping on whatever it was. Then, under a flash of lightning, I saw the silhouette of a small figure backed up against a tree. Obviously nothing that’s going to hurt me, but, why does this animal sound like a child? Either way, it obviously needs help, so my questions as of now have no relevance.

Slowly, I reached down for the critter.

It noticed this and in a scare, it got up and tried to flee, only to trip over a tree root.

Gently, I scooped up the rain soaked critter and lifted it into my arms.

“It’s okay, I got you, little one.” I smile down at it, whatever it is.

At first it fought to escape my grasp, but in this cold weather, my body heat must have calmed it down enough to not want to squirm. Softly I sighed as I made my way back to the car. The flashes of lightning made just enough light to see to the road. Once there, I pulled open the passenger side door and placed the little thing down on the seat. In back there was a blanket which I grabbed and wrapped it gently around the critter who was still whimpering. Finally I buckled it in and shut the door.

Poor whatever you are.

I then made my way over to the other side of the car and got into the driver’s seat and buckled myself in. So, basically, I just picked up some sort of animal, probably a fox since they make all sorts of noises, but nothing like a child’s crying.

I then attempted to turn on the car.

“Thank you!” I said to nobody as the car actually rumbled to life.

The drive home was boring to say the least, a slight fear down within me that this creature that I’ve taken into my vehicle wasn’t hostile. Normally you’d think a small, little, crying creature would be harmless, but the witches from “Left 4 Dead” have taught me otherwise. Damn things piss me off. I hate them more than tanks, which of course I only kill with moltolves for the sake of getting the achievement each time. But other than that, the whimpering from the creature has at least stopped, so there’s that.

I exit the car once I pull into my driveway with the creature who I came to find had fallen asleep during the drive in my arms. It was completely hidden in the blankets, but the soft snoring told me it was asleep. I then head up the creaky porch steps, to the door and after unlocking, I enter my home, shutting the door behind me.

I turn on the light as I step into the living room, the single light on the ceiling brightens the room. The walls are brown, the ceiling white and the floor is a tan carpeting over creaky wood flooring. The grey couch sits against the wall with the large window and end tables to each side, face the t.v on the other side of the room, a coffee table in the middle with random junk spewed on top. Sounds okay at first, but random stains dot the carpet and the couch smells like dogs.

I can feel the critter start to stirr in my arms, and comes to poke its...her...head out.

There was nothing anybody could do to prepare me for what I saw.

A white furry face, with a cute, round little muzzle, large magenta eyes, a horn on the forehead and two pointy ears sticking out of a messy, two toned, electric blue mane.

I only could stare, not even having any kind of a significant reaction, my eyes pleading to tell me that what I’m seeing is NOT what I’m really seeing. In my very arms...MY arms, I hold…

A filly…

Vinyl Scratch...

My heart skipped a beat as she gazed up at me, her eyes filled with curiosity and wonder, her mouth forming a little o. She is, without a doubt, the most adorable thing I have ever seen. My inner fanboy then decided to kick in, making me want to scream and shout, but holy damn, she’s REAL! My legs became wobbly and my hands shook.

Ever since I began watching the show with Alyssa, I had come to enjoy it and I became one of those people who couldn’t wait for the next Saturday to come, bringing us another new episode. Vinyl...always was my favorite. With little screen time, no dialogue and particularly no big role in the “Slice of Life” episode, one would normally go for another background character like Derpy Hooves, but Vinyl stole the spotlight.

Now, here I am holding her...the one and only DJ-PON-3 and…

Sniff

And she reeks!

My mind was too wrapped up in the fact she’s real to notice the twig and leaves in her messy mane and above all, the stench! Ever smell wet pony? No? Keep it that way. Right there, my instincts swapped roles and suddenly I’m heading up the stairs and down the hall to the bathroom - I didn’t even turn the hall light on! The bathroom light, I did, though, once I got inside.

I hate bathrooms. Everything is white.

I sat Vinyl down on the counter and pulled her out of her warm blanket and surprisingly with no fuss as she made random babling baby sounds. I got to work removing the twigs and leaves from her mane, tail and fur which were soaked with rain water. Luckily the blanket I put her in kept me from sharing her wetness. She continued to wonder her eyes about the room, obviously curious of everything she sees. Her eyes then fell upon a rubber duck on the other side of the sink. I could tell she wanted it, just by the way her eyes widened slightly.

“You want it?” I asked her and took the toy in my hand.

Much to my surprise, she nodded and held her little hooves out to it.

“Duckah!” she whimpered. “Duckah!” She repeated.

I couldn’t help but laugh a little and I gave her the duck, which she took, and the first thing she did...was stuff the head in her mouth, making it squeak as she nommed happily on it. While she did, I took a look at myself in the mirror.

A tall and lanky guy with a slight beard and short brown hair stared back at me with his blue eyes. He wore a red hoodie that read aeropstale across the chest. An honest man who did everything he could to better himself for the people around him...now people avoid him.

I sighed heavily and turned my attention back to Vinyl who is playing happily with her “duckah.”

“At least you’re not crying.” I smiled at her as I crossed the bathroom and to the tub with her in my arms..

I turned the faucet on and made sure the water wasn’t too hot or cold for the filly.

“Baffies!” Vinyl squees joyfully, but resulted in her ducky to tumble to the floor.

She began to cry.

“No, don’t cry! I’ll get it!” I held her close as I bent over to pick up the ducky, and soon it was back in her little hooves.

Luckily her cries ended quickly and she merely sniffled, hugging her precious duck.

I smiled at her some more as I placed her in the tub. I watched as she got up from the sitting position I placed her in and she slowly approached the stream of water. Cautiously she poked the stream with a hoof, then giggles as she then sat against the wall of the tub, directly under the water.

“Well...aren’t you a smart little filly?” I rub her mane gently so which she purrs and leans into my hand as I lightly scratch her scalp.

Words cannot possibly express how I feel right now. Questions began flooding my head and fears and doubts. A multitude of feelings now as she nuzzles the palm of my hand. How she got here, I don’t know...but I know I won’t have her forever. My Little Dashie has given me that assumption. Maybe that guy wasn’t just writing a heart wrenching story? Or the guy who raised Chrysalis? Maybe the story about the guy who took in Rarity after she was left behind when they took Dashie?

I have no clue what’ll happen, but I have an idea of what to expect. Vinyl Scratch for sure is real. I mean...I’m giving her a bath after finding her out in a storm! The poor thing must have been so scared! Great...I’m pretty much a father now. Yeah my first night taking her in and I’m saying that, but after reading so many MLD related fics...it became cliche and each time, the character grew to refer to the protagonist as their Daddy.

I stick the plug in the drain and the tub then begins to fill as Vinyl purred, chewing on my forefinger with her toothless gums. Maybe she’s teething is why she’s chewing so much? I’m guessing she’s like a year old?

I ran my fingers gently through her mane, using my other hand while she chews on my finger as a substitute pacifier. Her tail sways joyfully in the water while she babbled random sounds.

“It’s okay, Vinyl.” I smile softly at her and she looks up at me. “I’ll take care of you.”

She giggles, nuzzling my hand again.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?”

Vinyl nodded and gave off a cute, tiny, little yawn.

I grabbed the conditioner lotion from the other end of the tub and squeezed some into my hand while Vinyl watched curiously.

After getting her all covered in soaps and suds and bubbles, I turned on the water again and switched it to the shower setting. I then stood a bit and reached up for the shower head, taking the cool aluminum piece into my hand. It vibrated ever so slightly from the water flowing inside of it as I pulled it down and I began to rinse out Vinyl’s mane and fur. I couldn’t help but chuckle a little while she giggled as I sprayed her with the warm water.

All the while, my brain has been trying to tell me she isn’t here and I’m just seeing things - hallucinating. But I know I’m not hallucinating! I can feel, hear and see her! Vinyl is here...and she’s a lonely little filly and she needs my help!

A low sigh escaped my lips as I shut off the water and unplugged the drain and as the water went down, Vinyl began to shiver, even whimpered a little. I grabbed the towel hanging from the curtain rod and wrapped it snugly around her and picked her up out of the water, holding her to my chest.

Slowly, her whimpers and puffy lip were replaced with purring and a slight smile as my body heat warmed her.

“You h-hungry, little one?” I asked, fighting back a yawn.

Little Vinyl frowned again, just as her little tummy rumbled.

“Okay, let’s get you something to eat, okay?”

Keeping her wrapped in her warm cocoon, I carried her out to the kitchen where I removed her from the towel which I threw near the basement door and I set Vinyl down on the black marble counter top by the fridge. By black marble top, I mean wood just with a thin material designed to look like marble glued on top.

“Stay there while I look for something to feed you, okay, Vinyl?”

She stared up at me with a tilt of her head.

“Stay there,” I repeated again, but in the same soft tone as I pulled open the fridge. “Do you like apples?” I asked as I pulled open the drawer at the bottom which contained fruits and veggies - most are probably spoiled.

“Appah! Appah, Appah!” Vinyl cheered. She even began to bounce up and down in place.

I grabbed an apple and closed the fridge. “You can never stop being adorable, can you?”

Vinyl blushed from this and watched as I grabbed a knife from a container on top of the fridge and I began to cut out the core and slice off the skin. Once that was done, I grabbed a plate from the above cupboard next to the fridge and i set the apple down, cut it in half and cut that half into slices.

“Here you go, Vinyl.”

I moved the plate close to her and she giggled as she took the first slice in her little hooves. I watched tiredly as she began to nibble on her apple slice, cute babling noises of pleasure escaping her stuby muzzle. Her tail swished back and forth across the counter while she stared up at me as she ate. Those large, magenta colored orbs hypnotizing me.

My right hand, on it’s own accord, moved towards Vinyl’s head. It hesitated as i tried to retake control over it, but her cuteness was winning. My hand was right above her head.

She looked up at it for a short moment, then she set her third apple slice back down onto the plate.

What she did next made my heart skip yet another beat.

Starting to purr again, she moved her head up into my hand and smiled, closing her eyes as she cooed happily.

“J-jeeze, Vinyl...you’re going to kill me.” I chuckled a little as I ruffled her mane.

Vinyl giggled as this and she yawned yet again, me following soon after her.

“Guess it’s time for bed, huh?” I asked, pulling Vinyl into my arms yet again.

To my surprise, she nodded a yes and as I left the kitchen, she was already snoring.

As I climbed into bed after shutting out the lights, I couldn’t help but stare at the little furball asleep in the crook of my arm. This isn’t any old cat or dog I adopted, this is no ordinary stray animal I took in. This...this little filly, no normal filly has a name. She’s something I thought to only exist in cartoons, yet here she is in the flesh and blood, snuggled against my chest as she sleeps.

Vinyl Scratch...is real.

A mellow beginning

I awoke the next morning, ready to take on whatever the day has to bring me - nothing.

With a stretch and a yawn, I sat up, giving my eyes a rub.

“Good morning boring life!” I said out loud to nobody as I climbed out of bed.

Another yawn escaped me as I left the room, when all of a sudden, there was a loud

BANG!!

“Nice. Just waking up and I’ve got an intruder in the house! How lovely!” I said to myself with a roll of my eyes.

“Who ever is there, I have a-”

BANG!!

“WWWAAAAAAAHH!!”

A crying baby?

Cautiously, I approached my kitchen as the crying continued. Slowly I began to poke my head around the corner. Everything seemed to be fine, but there were pots and pans all over the floor and…

“Vinyl!”

Quickly, I rushed over to the filly and scooped her up into my arms.

“Vinyl, what happened!?” I asked with immense concern in my voice, wiping her tear away as she began to sniffle.

“I ga ouchies!” She pointed to her head with a hoof.

“Awe, lemme kiss it better….” I smiled softly at her, pulling her head close, kissing where she pointed and I could feel quite the lump there. “Let’s get you an icepack, okay, sweeties?”

Carefully, avoiding the pot/pan littered floor, I navigated my way over to the fridge and pulled open the freezer, grabbing one of the compresses from a little box inside. Next, I grabbed a washcloth from a drawer by the sink and wrapped it round the compress and placed it gently on top of her head as I held her in one arm. She blushed slight, smiling up at me.

“Thankies,” she began to purr, snuggling against me.

“It’s alright, I got you,” I smiled , kissing her head again. “What do you want for breakfast, hmm?”

She looked up at me suddenly, her ears perking straight up, smiling. “Pancas! Pancas!” Vinyl giggled and began to  bounce up and down in my arms, her tail wagging.

Pancas? What are pancas?

“Pan….cakes?” I asked for reassurance.

She nodded. “Pancas! Wan Pancaaaas!”

“Sure, why not?” I gave the filly a hug which she was all too happy to return. “Just let me pick up this mess first, okay?”

Vinyl looked down a her minefield of pots and pans and frowned, then nodded.

“Alright, I’ll put on some cartoons for you to keep you occupied.”

I carried her to the living room and set her down on the couch. She watched me with curiosity as I grabbed the t.v remote off the table and with press of the power button, the t.v came to life, Spongebob being the first thing to come on. How convenient! I noticed her eyes had fixed themselves on the t.v. She became still as a statue, watching with wide eyes.

“Just stay there while i clean up, alright?” I give her a ruffle of her mane and I head back to the kitchen and I began thinking to myself.

I could hear Vinyl giggling as I set to work putting the pots and pans back into their respective cupboard. I could feel a tightness in my lungs and the fuzziness in my head, the shaking of my hands and the confusion of it all. Vinyl Scratch...she’s just a cartoon….how is it that she’s here? Alive and breathing!?

It just doesn’t make any sense.

The only possibility is that I’ve got to be in some weird and lucid dream! Cartoon characters don’t...they don’t just appear out of the blue like she did! Not only that...she’s a filly! How did she even get here? That’s one thing I wish to find out. Maybe she made a new bass cannon who’s wubs were just so violent she was somehow rebirthed and ended up here? But that doesn’t make any sense either. How can one make sense when they can barely focus at all? It’s just craziness I tell you!

I think it’s best I just see where this goes.

I sighed as I put away the last pan and closed the cupboard.

I’m suddenly the father to a cartoon pony.

She’s only gotta be like one or two years old! I’m the only one in her life right now...I won’t be surprised at all if she calls me daddy.

I poke my head around the corner of the wall to see her still sitting where I placed her, watching the television in awe. I can feel my heart rate speeding up. It happens now whenever i see her. Was this supposed to happen? Was I meant to receive her and raise her? I have no clue. No clue on anything right now.

She takes notice of me and smiles. This was followed by the clip clop of her jumping down from the couch and she came trotting towards me, stumbling a couple times. Maybe she’s still learning to walk? Since I’m currently sitting on the floor, she climbs up into my lap, then stand on her hind legs, placing her forehooves on my chest and she smiles a little more.

“Hey there, cutie.” I smile back at her, reaching a hand up to stroke her mane.

Before I even touch her she pushes her head up into my hand and starts to purr. How a pony can purr like a cat, I don’t know, but it’s so frickin’ adorable.

“Pancas?” she tilts her head at me.

My smiles grow a little more.

“Let’s make some pancas.”

Viny squees of joy, wiggling her little hooves, followed by plenty of giggles. I set her down on top of the counter about a foot away from the stove and I began collecting the necessary items for making pancakes. A flat griddle pan, Pancake mix of course, a little bag of chocolate chips to reward the little filly, milk and syrup. All of these things I gathered and set on the other side of the stove while Vinyl, as always, watches with curiosity in her eyes.

“Wanna watch me cook?”

She nods. “Uh huh!”

“Alright, but do NOT touch the stove, okay?”

She nods again and I get to work making the mix in a large bowl and a whisk to, of course, mix the mix.

Heh. I’m making pancakes for breakfast for a talking unicorn of all things. Well, she can’t exactly talk yet...she knows a few words as far as I know, but just can’t pronounce them correctly. No surprise there, curled up, she’s probably as big as a bowling ball. Yeah, she’s little.

And she’s hugging my arm again.

“Viny, as much as I love your hugs, I have to cook, okay?”

Again, she nods and she sits back where I placed her. I give her a soft ruffle of her mane, eliciting a tiny giggle from the foal. I give her a soft smile before returning to creating the mix.

I use a ½ cup measuring cup to scoop come out of the bag which sat nicely in it’s little box. Two for her and two for me, so two scoops, plus two to compensate if I screw up and incase either of us decides to want a little more. The latter of the two seems more probable. She’s a cartoon pony from a girl’s show. You know how it goes. When a cartoon child eats sweets, they can eat more than their own body weight! Purr-fect logic there, m8!

So, next I pour in the needed amount of milk, and with a pair of scissors, I make a clean cut across the fist sized bag of chocolate chips and with a tip of the bag, I allow about a third of them to tumble into the mix, followed by a little vanilla extract and I stir the mix together.

I should have turned on the stove first with the burner on it to prepare…

Oh well.

I slide the griddle onto the front large burner and I turn said burner on. I forgot butter, too, so I went back to the fridge with the milk to put that away and I returned with a stick of salted butter. I open the wrapping up to the one tbs spoon mark and I then melted that amount of butter onto the griddle. NextI scoop ½ a cup of the mix onto the griddle four times to make four pancakes at once.

“Pancas!” Vinyl giggled. “Pancas!”

Dear god she is so bucking adorable.

So, I reward her with a tiny pile of chocolate chips.

Her saucer plate sized eyes shrunk down to the side of dimes as a little gasp escaped her, her eyes fixated on the treat before her.

“Thankies!” She says to me before eating them one by one.

“You’re very welcome, Vinyl,” I smile at her, cupping a hand to her cheek.

She giggled some more as I went to flip the pancakes which landed with a firm plop on the griddle. I grabbed two plates from the cupboard above the stove and set them down on the counter.

“You hungry, little Vinyl?” I asked the filly who was now playing with her three remaining chocolate chips.

The way she was playing with them, I could only assume it was an epic war of chocolatey goodness. Heck, she was making exploding sounds. Jesus, frickin, damn, this filly is gonna to give me a heart attack at the age of twenty five!

“Vinyl.”

“Pew, pew!” She giggled before finally looking up at me from her flying chip.

“Are you hungry, Vinyl?”

She nodded. “Hungies for pancas!”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at her and her little war scene that was slowly increasing in utter suspense as one crashed into the earth, or in better words; the counter top.

“Well, they’re almost done, so, just make sure the good guys win and I’ll give you some more, okay?”

“Oki!” She smiled widely at me before resuming with her ‘pew pew pews.’

I finished making the ‘pancas,’ and served us both two and drizzled them both with a little syrup. I smiled at my work and then I realized, that in quite a while, I’ve made a serving for somebody other than myself and it hit me.

I’m no longer alone.

I looked to Vinyl who had chocolate around her mouth and a little on her hooves as she smiled up at me with glee. My breath decided to get caught in my throat for a moment.

With a soft sigh, I scooped Vinyl up into my arms, holding her to my chest. I ran my fingers through her two toned, electric blue mane, her large magenta orbs shining up at me. I smiled softly.

“Welcome to your new home, Vinyl,” I said with a kiss to the tip of her horn.

She giggled at this and she began to purr, nuzzling my chest.

“Thankies!” she says.

“Anything for you, Vinyl.” I held her tighter as tears came to my eyes as I held such a wonderful gift in my arms - a blessing. This filly, my most likely daughter to be. “Let’s eat, okay?”

She nods, continuing to purr, sending light vibrations into my chest, enough to set my sorrows at ease.

I kissed her head and I set her back down on the counter and I grabbed a fork and a knife from a nearby drawer and I cut her pancakes into little squares.

“Pancas! Pancas! Pancas!” Vinyl cheered, throwing her little hooves up.

“Well, here comes the first bite!”

Pretending the first square of the pancake is my ex, I jab the fork through it and I lift the little syrup dampened piece up to Vinyl’s mouth. She opened up and happily gobbled down the little square, creating adorable nommy nom sounds as she ate.

“Mmm! Nummie nums!” Vinyl compliments with a mouth full of mushed up pancake before swallowing.

“Nummie nums indeed.” I smiled softly as I continued to feed her.

After I fed her, I ate my pancakes, but since Vinyl was still hungry, I gave her a few bites of mine. During this whole time, I couldn’t help but wonder if I’m what’s making her happy so far, or if she’s just giggly by nature like good ol’ Markiplier.

After we both ate, I left Vinyl in the living room to watch some more cartoons to keep her occupied while I washed the dishes. Hearing her giggles and laughter kept me smiling, something I thought I forgot how to do.

She...Vinyl...she reminds me of Alyssa. So sweet, full of life and joy. Part of me decided to try and be funny by trying to convince me it’s her, but turned into a filly Vinyl Scratch. I know that’s not true, I just hope she’s doing alright without me. We talk sometimes on the phone and she seems as happy as she’s always been. Alyssa is a strong girl. Falling out of her crib after a failed attempt to escape, she hit her head right on the floor...and giggled.

The floor was carpet, but she was three at the time, it should have hurt! I was just going in to check on her, and as soon as I opened the door, the first thing I saw was her hitting the floor.

As much as I am upset with my ex, I just hope she’s raising my baby girl right.

As soon as the dishes were finished, I went back out to the living room, only for Vinyl to come running to me from the couch. She wraps her forelegs around my ankle and nuzzles my leg, a soft smile was on her muzzle.

“Awe, what does little Vinyl want?” I sat down on my haunches and pulled Vinyl into my arms as she babbled joyfully.

“Wana cuddeh!” Vinyl nuzzles my chest and curls up.

“You wanna cuddle?”

Vinyl nods.

“Of course we can cuddle.” I smile down at the filly, keeping my arms around her. “You’re such a well behaved little filly.” I kiss her head.

Vinyl remained curled up into my chest, purring all the while as I came to sit on the couch. Lightly, I began to stroke her mane while we both watched Spongebob. Vinyl would point out a few things of interest, letting out little giggles here and there. Her giggling makes me smile, her smile makes me smile. Just her being here makes me smile!

I’ve got a little bundle of joy to love and raise, a ton of cute in one little package! And SHE can’t take her away. Vinyl is mine care for, and raise her right I will! But what if I hadn’t of found her? Where would she be now? Would she even still be alive? She’s lucky she didn’t even get a cold from being out there in the rain like that.

Either way, I’m just glad he’s here, well and alive and I plan to keep it that way.

My finger for some reason felt slimy.

Why?

Well, to Vinyl, I guess my forefinger is the perfect substitute for a pacifier. My smile grew a little, watching possibly the biggest miracle chew on my finger as she watches the t.v.

“You’re such a cutie, you know that, Vinyl?”

Vinyl nods as she continues to assault my finger with her toothless gums, abling and giggling away as she watched Spongebob and Patrick go about their usual nonsense. The little filly turned her head up to smile at me.

“Hey, cutie,” I smile back with a ruffle of her mane.

She gave a slight blush, leaning into my hand.

“Is Vinyl enjoying the show?”

Vinyl nods. “Uh, huh! Bewwy full of pancas!”

“That it is, you adorable little filly. Want me to rub your wittew bewwy?”

Vinyl’s ears perk up on point and she nods vigorously.

“Alright.”

I move Vinyl to lay on her back in my arms and with my free hand, I lightly massage her belly, eliciting a soft purr from her as she closes her eyes. How such big eyes fit in her head, it must be darn near impossible for the body to create a brain. I wonder if anybody besides me has thought this.

Either way, she’s the cutest possible thing I have ever seen.

She lay absolutely still, except for her tail which was wagging like there were no tomorrow as I rubbed her panca filled tummy.

“You like this, sweeties?”

She nods only and slightly. Seems as if belly rubs, in a way, paralyze her.

It’s frickin adorable.

How she opened up to me so fast confuses me, though. I must have seemed like  big monster wanting to eat her in the forest, but now she acts like she’s known me since birth! Maybe I should stop trying to decipher all this and just be happy she’s here. Who knows how long I will have her? I swear to god, if Celestia even tries, Imma blow her friggin head off with a 12 gauge shotgun!

Well….not really...can’t when I don’t own one…

But, if she comes, I’ll just tell her I don’t know what she’s talking about and present to her a very realistic plushy.

In other words, Celestia can go buck herself.

Vinyl is mine.

End of chapter 2