An Electronic Attraction

I woke up at about midnight. I’m not sure what it was. Perhaps, a sound? I sat up, and looked around. Everything looked normal. I swung my legs over the side, and stretched. Once I wake up, I’m up for the next twelve hours, so that was it. I flicked on the light, and walked into the bathroom. As I sat on the toilet, I got a strange feeling. Call it a sixth sense, but again, there was this… feeling of being watched.

I walked down to the living room, and looked at my bookcase. I grabbed a book off the shelf, and sat down to read. However, once I opened the book, once again the feeling came. I closed the book, and gulped. Looking around, I pulled my legs up to my chest. I’m not a paranoid person, but I was feeling extremely uncomfortable. I slowly opened my book again, and began to read.

Breathing.

My head shot up, as I snapped the book shut. I could hear something breathing, and it wasn’t me!

“W-who’s there?!” I asked the supposedly empty room. No answer. I briskly stood, and in the two seconds it took me to stand, I saw something. Something that scared me half to death. A shadowed figure quickly exiting the room. And from the shape, it wasn’t human. I gasped, and grabbed the phone. I quickly dialed 911.

“911, What’s your emergency?” answered the dispatcher.

“Hi, I think I have a wild animal loose in my house! It looked decently sized. What do I do?” I asked rapidly.

“We can send over an animal control unit, if you’d like, sir.” said the dispatcher. I was about to answer, when the “wild animal” came into view. When I saw it, I dropped the cellphone onto the floor.

“Sir? Sir! Are you alright?” I could barely hear the 911 dispatcher yell. I didn’t notice. I was to busy staring in disbelief at the creature that was standing in front of me. I raised a finger, shakily, pointing it at the creature.

“You-you’re...” I couldn’t finish my sentence. The white, neon blue haired pony stood before me, at about three and a half feet tall. The only difference was, she wasn’t wearing her goggles. Her fiery magenta eyes burned into your soul.

“Y-you w-won’t hurt me, will y-you?” she stuttered. I continued to stare at her.

“No, I won’t h-hurt you.” I whispered. The pony’s nervous face relaxed slightly.

“Who are you?” I asked quietly. The pony gulped.

“V-Vi-Vinyl Scratch. Who and what are you?” the white pony named Vinyl Scratch asked.

“My name is Vince, and I’m a human.” At the word, Vinyl’s eye’s widened.

“A human? I thought those were a myth.” she said.

“How did you get here?” I asked. Vinyl traced the floor with a hoof.

“W-well, I don’t really know. Last night, I was in my house, and suddenly, I-I was here.” she said. I thought back to last night. I gasped suddenly.

“The wish.” I whispered to yourself.

“What?” Vinyl asked, cocking her head to the side. I glanced at her.

“Nothing.” I said. Suddenly, there was a knock at my front door.

“POLICE! OPEN UP!” came a deep voice from the other side.

“Shit! I forgot I was on the phone with them.” Vinyl looked at you quizzically.

“Po-lice?” she enunciated.

“Yes! They’ll go bananas if they see you!” I say, quickly running towards Vinyl. She stiffened, ready to sprint.

“Sorry. Look, I’m not going to hurt you, but they will. Hide in here!” I instruct, opening a floor cabinet. Vinyl looks at me, then slinks into the cabinet. “I’ll let you out when they’re gone!” I whisper, closing the cabinet. I put a hand on the door knob, and open it, revealing a bulky policeman on the other side.

“You called emergency services?” he asked, looking at me intensely. I ran a hand through my hair.

“Yeah. Yeah, I did. I thought there was a wild animal in my house, but it turned out to be my neighbors cat, who got in accidentally.” I lied. The police officer just looks at me accusingly.

“Mind if I take a look around?” he asks.

“Well...” I start, then decide it’s pointless to say no. After all, I have nothing to hide. Except a brightly colored pony.

“Fine.” I say, moving aside so the cop has room to enter. He walks inside, looking around, slowly.

“Everything seems to be in order.” he says, walking slowly towards the Vinyl Scratch holding cabinet. I bite my lip. As soon as the cop is in front of the cabinet, he stops suddenly. He looks around, sniffing. He suddenly looks to the floor. I follow his gaze, and almost lose it. A long strand of blue hair lies on the floor, in plain sight. He picks it up, and studies it.

“My girlfriend’s hair. She loves to die it blue.” I quickly say.

The officer looks at me. Suddenly, he smiles.

“What I wouldn’t give to be young again.” he says, walking back towards the front door. He steps outside, and turns around.

“Well, if you ever need anything else, don’t hesitate to call us.” he says, tipping his hat at me before walking back to his squad car. I close the door, and breath a sigh of relief.

“He’s gone.” I say loudly. I walk over to the cabinet, and open it. I gasp. Vinyl was not there. You stand up, quickly looking around.

“Vinyl? Vinyl Scratch, where are you?!” I shout.

“I’m over here, relax dude.” a voice behind me says. I whirl around, to see Vinyl standing before me. I look back at the cabinet.

“How...” you whisper. Vinyl lifts a hoof, a points to something on her head. A horn. Vinyl was a Unicorn. I hadn’t even noticed.

“You’re magical?” I asked. Vinyl nodded. Her horn glowed a neon blue, and the pencil on the desk next to you was enveloped in the same magical aura. It lifted into the air, and flew around the room.

“Cool.” I mutter, watching the pencil land back on my desk.

I plopped down on my couch, and pat the seat next to me. Vinyl hesitates, then hops onto the spot next to me. On the couch, she sits eye level.

“So, I don’t know how you got here, and I don’t know how to get you back.” I suddenly find myself saying. Vinyl stares at me with her big, magenta eyes.

“Well, maybe that’s not such a bad thing.” she said. I looked at her.

“What?” I ask. Vinyl sighs. “Back in my world, things were starting to get old. Same thing every night, just working at the nightclubs. Sleeping all day. I needed a little change.” she said. I nearly laughed.

“Seriously, just because you’re life is a little dull, you’re just willing to go live in a different world on such short notice?” I ask. Vinyl looks at me sheepishly.

“I’m pretty pathetic, aren’t I?” she says. You make direct eye contact with her.

“You are not pathetic. If anyone here is pathetic, it’s me. I work at the same music store everyday, come home, eat the same crap every night, and work on the same songs every morning.” I say, leaning back on my cushion.

Vinyl looks at me suddenly.

“Music? What kind of music?” she asks, leaning closer to me. I close my eyes.

“Electronic. We call it dubstep.” I whisper.

“WHAT?!” Vinyl shrieks. I flinch at her sudden outburst.

“What?! What’s wrong?” I ask, scrambling upright. Vinyl laughs.

“Sorry. It’s just a crazy coincidence. Back in my world, I made dubstep music. It’s what I played at the nightclub.” she said. I sat up suddenly, remembering the white pony on the Television.

“What about your goggles? The purple ones with the black rims?” I ask. Vinyl stops talking, and looks at you.

“How did you know about those?” she asks, looking at you quizzically. You had an idea.

I lead Vinyl towards the TV.

“I think you need to see something. But I should warn you, it will be shocking.” I say, flipping on the TV. Vinyl looks at the television.

“What is this thing?” she asks.

“It’s a Television. It’s a form of entertainment for us.” I inform her, flipping through the channels, until I find the pony show.

“Now, it might be hard for you to understand this, but… uh, I saw you on this show. You were wearing your goggles, at a DJ stand, play some sick beats. You had your goggles on, and other ponies were there too.” I say. Vinyl says nothing, just continues to stare at the TV screen, as a gray pony with black hair, wearing a bow-tie, walks across the screen. Then, the scene changes, to one of a strange house. Half of it looks devoted to classical music, the other half electronic. I’m hit with an awful realization.

“Uh, Vinyl...” I look at her, and gasp as I see tears running down her, uh, muzzle. “Vinyl, are you okay?” I ask quietly.

“I-I’d like to be alone for a while.” she whispers, slowly walking out of the living room. I really want to go after her, but decide I should let her process this on her own.