An Electronic Attraction

I sat on the couch in silence for what must have been hours, deep in thought. Suddenly, I noticed Vinyl enter the room.

“Vinyl...” I started. She raised a hoof. You stayed quiet.

“What do you know?” she asked.

“What?” I asked.

“What do you know? About me, about how I got here? Do you have any idea at all why I’m here?” she asked. I sighed, and folded my hands.

“Unfortunately, I have a pretty good idea. You see, I have no friends. None. And when I was eating last night, I saw you on TV. I said I wish I had a friend like that. I meant a friend that was into music like you, not you literally. But I think some powerful force, somewhere, heard me, but misunderstood. I think it brought you here. To be a companion for me.” I finished, feeling stupid. Vinyl looked at me for what felt like an eternity. Finally, she spoke.

“Is that the truth?” she asked. I nodded. Vinyl got up on the couch next to me, and leaned against me with her head. “Well, in that case, we should probably make some living arrangements.” she said. I looked at her.

“What?” I asked, sure I hadn’t heard her correctly.

“Living arrangements. If I’m to be your companion, I’ll need some living arrangements so I can stay with you.” she said, gesturing to the rest of the room.

“You mean you’ll be my friend?” I asked, dumbfounded. Vinyl shrugged.

“I don’t see why not. You protected me from the Po-lice, you were honest with me, I can tell you care for me, and I don’t really know anyone else in this world.” she said, looking back at me. I nodded. She had a point there.

After a few hours, Vinyl had fallen asleep on your couch. I decided to open my laptop to do some research. If she was part of a TV show, odds are I would be able to find information on her. After a few minutes of searching, I found a Wiki page on her.

Name: Vinyl Scratch/DJ PON-3.
Gender: Female.
Species: Unicorn

I scrolled down. I already knew her name and species. And it was obvious to me she was female. I glanced at her, sleeping peacefully on the couch. She was pretty, in her own, pony way. I turned back towards the laptop.

Regularly seen with Octavia Melody, her best friend. Rarely seen without her signature purple goggles. Never seen talking on show, believed to be mute. Her DJ name is DJ PON3, while her real name is Vinyl Scratch. Loves to party, spin records, and have a good time. Lives in a small apartment in Manehatten, and a house in Ponyville with Octavia.

I leaned back. I didn’t know who Octavia Melody was. Suddenly, I had an idea. I googled pictures of her in show Apartment, and found a basic layout of the place. I owned furniture similar to the items in her apartment. I knew what I had to do.

A few hours later, and a few cups of coffee as well, I was finished. An entire room of my house, specifically the basement, was a near exact layout of Vinyl’s Manehatten apartment. I was more excited than I had been in a long time. I walked back into the living room to wake Vinyl up. The sun was just coming over the horizon outside. I gently placed a hand on Vinyl’s back.

“Vinyl? Are you asleep?” I whispered. She moved slightly, then slowly lifted her head, yawning.

“I was.” she said, blinking her eyes a few times. She sat up, and yawned again. “What’s up man?” she asked, starting to get off the couch. I smiled.

“I have something I want to show you.” I said, leading her towards the basement.

She followed me to the bottom of the stairs, where I flicked on the lights. Vinyl’s jaw nearly hit the floor. She quickly looked around the room, barely able to handle what she was seeing.

“But, but… how?!” she asked, looking at me, wide eyed. I smiled.

“I have my ways. There’s something in particular I want to show you.” I said, leading her to a boom-box.

“Records are a little out of date in this world, so I gave you a slightly more modern music machine.” I told her. Vinyl looked closely at the boom box, and gasped suddenly. A gold plated badge was on the front of the speakers, which read DJ PON-3.

She looked at me, her eyes wet. She suddenly jumped towards me, knocking me on my butt. She wrapped me in a bone crushing hug, nuzzling her head into my shoulder. Vinyl was sobbing into my shoulder quietly.

“It’s okay Vinyl. It’s okay.” I whispered, petting her head. After a moment, she looked at me, sniffing. I wiped a tear off her cheek, and brush some stray neon blue hair out of her face.

“I don’t know h-how… but, t-thank you!” she said, hugging me again. I continued petting her, moving my hand to her back.

“It’s the least I could do to make you comfortable, since you’ll be here with me from now on.” I said, gently setting her back onto the floor.

She looked around the room again.

“So, how did you do this anyway?” she asks. I cracked my knuckles.

“I had most of the furniture already. I made a few trips to the store to get what I didn’t have.” I told her. She pawed the beanbag chair in the corner of the room.

“You spent your own bits on me? You haven’t even known me for a full day!” she said, hopping into the beanbag chair, which sagged under her weight. I sighed, and sat on the floor.

“Like I said earlier, I haven’t really had any friends, so I don’t know how the whole friendship thing works. I’ll probably overdo it in hopes of not losing the one friend I have.” I said sheepishly. Vinyl smiled.

“Well, where I come from, friendship is pretty much everything. So, I’ll give you the 101 on friendship!” she said, getting comfortable in her chair.