Vintavia Scralody Season 4

Right outside the Scratch and Melody residence, the doorbell rings, and Octavia answers it.

“Uh Vinyl?” Said Octavia.

“Yeah?” Replied Vinyl.

“Someone is at our doorstep.”

“Sup girl.” Said Wooden Toaster, a Pegasus with a light greenish coat and a green messy mane.

“Never mind, it’s one of those mares that’s trying to get hip with the incoccent ones.” Said the cellist deadpan.

“Dude, This is just the way I talk.” Pointed out Wooden.

“I'm so sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“...for you.”

There was a moment of silence.

“Does Vinyl Scratch still live here?” Asked the green mare.

“Oh, yes. Vinyl!

Vinyl walks over, sees Wooden and gasps. “Aw, Wooden!” She laughs. “You haven't changed at all!” She and the Pegasus share a hug. “Octavia, this is Wooden, my BFF!”

Octavia chuckles nervously trying to smile. “Oh...Pleased to meet you.” The three go to the dining room. “Did you really have to invite her for lunch?” She growled at Vinyl.

“Why are you so angry I had a best friend before you?” Vinyl asked confusingly.

“Heh, no one's angry! Who's angry?!” Octavia shouted. Vinyl points at Wooden, whom Octavia is about to tie her up on a chair. “Oh sorry.”

“Why don't you have a seat, Wooden? We'll bring out some food that isn't tied up.” Said Vinyl glaring at Octavia.

“Uh, thanks, man.” The Pegasus replied as she left the dining room leaving Vinyl and Octavia.

“So, how long were you two a thing?” The cellist asked suspiciously.

“Uh, a few years before you arrived and before she-”

“Hmm, hmm, hmm…”

“Uh, what are you doing?”

“Oh, I was just trying to work out if I give a darn!” She said as Vinyl sighs. “So, was it serious?”

“Yeah, you know, things were moving along. We moved into a hideout together…” She notices Octavia is checking her pockets for something. “Uh, what are you doing now?”

“Oh, just looking for a darn to give. Were there others?”

“No, of course not! You're-”

Octavia gives her friend air. “Take this. I'm afraid that's all the darns I have to give.”

Vinyl growls and walks away. “Hey Wooden, why don't we hang out and grab something to eat in town? The food here is a little too Classic!” She yelled glaring at The cellist, slamming the door.

“OH YEAH?! Well, you know what?! Uh, you-you-you know what? Uh, uh, you-you, uh…” The gray mare yelled trying to think of a comeback.

Vinyl and Wooden look at each other and shrug, they then leave.

********

Later, Vinyl and Wooden are at a pair of swings.

“So, what you've been up to? How's Maresoda? Made any friends?” Vinyl began.

“It's hard to tell. Everyone is wearing ski masks all year long. Either I have friends or I'm on a CIA watch list.”

Vinyl chuckles to that.

“Yeah, summer's so short there they just call it s.

Vinyl laughs.

“It's so cold up there, rappers can only sag their legs under their level.”

Vinyl laughs hard. “Alright, alright, I get it. It's great! Stop trying to make me jealous.”

“Yeah, well, it would've been better if you were around.”

“It's that lonely up here, huh?”

“No, I do have one friend, his name is Hawk. He's pretty frozen.”

“What?”

“That's how you say cool in Maresoda. You have to adjust the temperature. Although, if he knew I was hanging out with you now, I'd probably be in room-temperature water.”

“Ah.”

“He's a nice guy, but, you know, it's not the same.”

“Look, I'm sorry, pal. I really wanted to keep in touch and send you a letter or something, but turns out it takes toddlers four years to learn how to write. After all that time, it felt a bit like posting a get-well-soon card through the window of a hearse.”

Wooden Chuckles. “Well, I'm back now, and I'm glad we get to catch up on lost time.”

“Me too, buddy. Me too.”

********

As Vinyl walks back home, Octavia is still heard thinking of a comeback.

“Well, you-you know what?! Uh, well, you know what? You're like a…” said Octavia stuttering.

“What the?” Said Vinyl as she opens the door. “Tavi, are you seriously still looking for a comeback?” Octavia looks away crossing her arms, holding her tears. “Octy, just because Wooden’s back in my life doesn't mean I love you any less.” She chuckled.

“Really? How much do you love me?” The cellist huffed.

“Babe, I love you more than elderly mares love walking around in their birthday suits in sports locker rooms.”

The gray mare snickers. “More than Equestrians ove telling you which famous people are Equestrian?”

“More than PC gamers love to bash game consoles.”

Octavia giggles. “That's quite a lot.”

“Come here.” Vinyl added, holding her arms out.

Octavia giggled softly and nodded her head before leaning into Vinyl’s embrace. Once she felt Vinyl’s arms squeeze tightly around her shoulders, she wrapped her own arms around her waist.

“I'm sorry if it looks like I'm overreacting, but I just don't trust that mare.” Octavia said apologetically.

“It’s ok buddy, but would you please just give her a chance?”

“Meh.”

“C’mon.”

“Eh.”

“Well, do it for me?”

“Mmm, I guess.”

The two let go of their hug.

“How about we hang out together and play some games? You'll see. She’s a great guy.”

“Alright.” Octavia suddenly gasps as she found a comeback from earlier. “Sorry my seasoning isn't the taste of your treasoning!”

“Whaaaat?”

“You know, the salt comeback from before, and-oh, never mind.” The Cellist said defeated.

********

During daytime, Vinyl, Octavia, and Wooden are playing a video game.

Vinyl is struggling with her controller. “Man, I am really struggling with this third-party controller. I think it's broken.”

“Dude, that's not a controller.” Wooden pointed out.

“Yeah, it's the remote from our new massage chair.” Octavia added.

The three hear noises from the chair going insane and have a laugh about it.

“All right, you guys. Finish this one, and I'll take the winner. I'll just go get some drinks.” Said the DJ.

As Vinyl goes to the kitchen Octavia glares at Wooden, who is still laughing and approaches her.

“Okay, what's your game, you creep muffin?” Octavia said trying to impersonate a deep voice.

“Ugh. Look, just give me a chance.” Wooden scoffed.

Octavia goes back to her normal voice. “A chance to abduct your best friend and lock her up in a cabin in the woods?”

“What the? No! Look, can we just bury the hatchet?”

“Bury? Hatchet?” Snarled the cellist making quotes with her hooves.

“Okay, I don't know what you're trying to rope me into, but-”

“Rope?”

“Dude, you have a pretty weird relationship with your BFF.”

“BFF-F-F-F-F-F-F-F.” Octavia whispered creepily.

“Alright, I'm out of here.” Said the Pegasus as she leaves, leaving Octavia proud of herself.

Vinyl enters the living room overhearing this. “What? W-why? What's going on?”

“Look, I was gonna invite you guys to a sleepover, but I think it's best if I don't. I don't want to make any waves between you and Octavia. I just think you guys need a little chat... in front of a shrink... while wearing straitjackets... behind two-way glass... under the supervision of armed guards... because you're both crazy. I just wanted to make that clear. Okay, bye.” Wooden finished as she leaves the house.”

“Wait, what? No. W-Wooden! Fuz-ugh.” Vinyl growls at Octavia, knowing that she had something to do with this, she walks up to the cellist who is using the laptop in their room. “What did you do?!” She said angrily.

Octavia scoffs. “Nothing.”

“Please, you obviously did something. Did you see her face? She had the expression of someone who had just sat down on a warm toilet seat. What did she ever do to you?”

Octavia starts welling up up tears. “Well, when you went away to get drinks, he-he stood up, grabbed a fire poker, and... and... he…” She wipes away her tears knowing that she made a lie. “Yeah, okay, I completely made that up and probably shouldn't have.”

Vinyl groans. “Why are you acting like this?”

“I just think it's interesting that this mare back in Equestria.” The Cellist snarled.

“No, you don't. You think it's suspicious. Just say: suspicious!” Vinyl growled back.

“No, I just think it's intriguing-”

“No, you don't. You think it's sinister. Just say: sinister.”

“I'm just fascinated-”

“You're JEALOUS! Just say: jealous!”

Octavia sputters, aloof of Vinyl. The DJ huffs and packs up and is ready to leave.

“Wait. Where are you going?” Asked the cellist.

“To the brony convention in Liechtenstein. Where do you think I'm going?! I'm going to Wooden’s house. So have fun being more jelly than a peanut-butter sandwich!” The said sternly.

“Haha, I’m not jealous. Look.” Octavia holds up her hoof.

“What's that?”

“The needle on my give-a-darn-ometer. NOT moving.”

“Ugh.” Vinyl leaves but looks back at Octavia. “Look, you can still come if you want.”

“What was that? Sorry. I just wanted to make sure I didn't look like I GAVE a darn.”

“I said you can-”

Octavia pretends to call someone on her phone. “Hello? Is this the give-a-darn store? Uh, yeah, I'd like to know if you had any more darns left in stock. Yeah, it's for a friend. Oh, you discontinued the line? I see. Oh, you might have some left in the warehouse? Sure. I'll hold. Just a sec. Ah, right. Mm.”

********

Vinyl and Wooden walk through the streets outside of ponyville.

“And then he was talking about how the darn mines had closed and that I should've invested in renewable darns and...Whatever. Anyways, is your place very far? 'Cause we've been walking for an hour now.” Began Vinyl.

“Oh, yeah, it's right around the corner…”

“Good.”

“After the beach.”

“Right. Um, wait, Equestria got a lake?”

“No.”

Moments later, Vinyl and Wooden are walking through the desert near an overpass.

Vinyl starts panting. “Dude, can we at least make a pit stop?

“Oh, but we're nearly there.” Wooden replied.

“Ugh. Where?”

“Just beyond that pass.”

“The overpass?!”

“No, that mountain pass.”

Vinyl groans. They then are walking on a snowy mountain.

“Okay, maybe we need a little break.” The Pegasus admitted.

“Oh, thank you, universe!” Vinyl shouted with relief.

Wooden sits on a log for a second and gets up. “Ah, much better.” She resumes walking.

Vinyl ends up not sitting and lets out a frozen tear. They then walk over a grassy flatland, as Vinyl’s eyelids are letting out a raspberry sound.

“What's that sound?” Wooden asked.

“I'm crying, but I'm so dehydrated, only air is coming out.” The DJ said in a hoarse voice.

In a mysterious forest at night, Vinyl and Wooden are still walking. Vinyl collapses.

Vinyl’s voice starts rasping. “I'm not gonna make it, Wooden. You're gonna have to continue without me.”

“Vinyl, I'm not leaving you behind.”

“I never said leave me behind. I meant you're gonna do the rest off the walking, get some form of wheel-based transportation, and come back to get me.” The unicorn coughs. “Also, I want a hot dog.”

“But it's just right there, right before Untario.”

Vinyl gets up and speaks in a normal voice. “Wait, are you telling me we're in Maresoda right now?”

“Come on. We're right there.” Wooden protested.

“NO! FORGET THIS! FORGET YOU! FORGET MARESODA! FORGET EVERYTHING!” Vinyl screamed at the top of her lungs letting out an echo.

“Okay, Okay, I'll just wait for you inside, then.” Said Wooden calming her down.

Wooden enters her house which reveals to be right in front of them.

“Oh, all right, then.” Vinyl said with relief. She enters the house, but is nervous. “Huh. Weird. Looks exactly like your old bedroom.”

“Welcome back, Vinyl.” Said Wooden in a mysterious voice.

“What the heck is going on here?” Vinyl said looking scared.

“You abandoned me, Vinyl. You promised we would stay BFFs forever, but you replaced me.” She throws the DJ pajamas. “Put this on.”

“What? But it's for toddlers, it's too small.”

“PUT IT ON!” The Pegasus shouted as Vinyl did so. “Now you're going to make up for it, starting right where we left off, and life is going to be one long sleepover.” She plays creepy ominous music “Now, let's play-”

But before she can finish, she gets hit by non other than Octavia, who was holding a shovel.

“Octavia! What are you doing here?” Said Vinyl.

“I knew there was something creepy going on with this guy, so I followed you.” Octavia replied.

“'Kay. Why'd you dig a hole, though?”

“Oh, um, to bury the body?” Octavia said sheepishly.

Vinyl gasps in shock. “Oh my gosh. You were so jealous you were gonna whack this gal!”

“Yeah, right. I'm jealous. I'm jealous of Wooden. I'm jealous of her relationship with you. I'm jealous that Wooden will go back to being your BFF, and you'll abandon me.” The cellist said sarcastically.

“A-are you still being sarcastic, or-”

“Ha! Yeah, sure. I'm being sarcastic.”

“So you're being sarcastic about being sarcastic.” The DJ said already knowing the answer.

“Yeah, I'm just jealous, basically.”

“Aww, well, you shouldn't be. I love you, Octy.”

“I love you more, Vi.”

“No, I love you more, babe.”

Before the pair could hug, Wooden gets up from the floor and stands between.

“No, you love me more!” Wooden yelled in an ominous voice.

Vinyl and Octavia scream in response and escape Wooden’s house as the Pegasus chases them through the woods. The roommates get behind a branch.

“Get behind me!” Vinyl cried.

Vinyl and Octavia try to launch the branch toward Wooden but it ends up snapping, propelling the duo backwards, grunting.

“She’s coming!” Octavia cried.

The pair run up to a cliff and scream as they look down. They look behind them, and Wooden comes closer.

“What are we gonna do!” Cried Vinyl.

“We got no choice!” Cried Octavia.

The two mares held hooves together and jump off the cliff, at the same time, sticking their tongues at Wooden. Once they fall in the river, Wooden checks on their absence, and Vinyl and Octavia try to hit him off with a log, screaming. They hit two rocks and get pinned underneath.

“I'm sorry, Octavia, but there can only be one BFF.” Growled the Pegasus as she picks up a rock, and is about to drop it on the cellist.

“Yeah, me.” Said a dragon, who happens to be hawk Wooden mentioned earlier.

“Wha-oh!” The greenish mare gets knocked out by the rock.

“Who-who are you?” Said Vinyl shivering while she and Octavia hug each other.

“The name’s Hawk. I was Wooden’s BFF, and now, I'm taking him back.”

“Sure. That's cool.” Octavia shivered.

Hawk starts carrying Wooden away.

“Help, help!” Whispered the Pegasus, looking frightened.

The roommates let go of their embrace and push the log off of them.

“So... should we go help Wooden, or…” Octavia suggested.

“Or not.” Vinyl declined.

“Yeah, I mean, it's late.”

“We are far from home.”

“I’m hungry.”

“Well, I saw a really good hot dug truck on the way.”

“Where?”

“Eh, somewhere near Flyoming.”

Vinyl and Octavia started walking through the forest, arms around each other.