Vinyl's new roommate: Clop-lite version

The hand of fate- a cold winter’s night

Chapter 4

Vinyl’s new roommate

Octavia lay silence as the Neurologist inserted the needle electrodes under her skin, it hurt like hell, but it was the only way to test to see if she had suffered any nerve damage when she was caught in the storm the night after the gala.

“Okay Miss Octavia, it would seem that your muscles are fine, and since you’ve been in good health the last few days you are cleared to leave the hospital, however since we won’t have the full test results for a day or so I’ll need to ask you to return if you feel any numbness, or you have any trouble, understand.” Explained the Neurologist as she helped Octavia off of the exam table.

“Yes I understand doctor, thank you all for everything.” Replied Octavia, she then returned to her room to gather her things, however she was not expecting a visitor.

“Sup, Octi.” Vinyl chuckled flipping the magazine she had been reading back onto the table, and getting up from Octavia’s bed.

Octavia sighed exasperated; she was in no mood to have to deal with Vinyl as she was in a great deal of pain from her EMG.

“What do you want Miss Scratch, I’ve just been through quite the ordeal, and I would like to endeavor to return to my search for a home as soon as possible.”

“Chill Octi, I’ve just come to see if you had been released, but since you have would you like me to help you out with your cello? I mean you look like you’re pretty sore, and that heavy cello won’t help any.” Vinyl replied smiling not aware just how much she was annoying Octavia.

“Miss Scratch, the cello in question was a gift from my late mother, and is worth more than you more than likely make in a year, therefore I do not trust anyone to carry it, much less a pony that I’ve only known for a few days and continues to stalk me.” Snapped Octavia lifting up her cello case with obvious difficulty and turning her back on Vinyl. It was then that Vinyl ran in front of Octavia and slammed the door in Octavia’s face.

“Octavia I’m not letting you leave this hospital room without help, I mean look at you, you’re barely standing, If that cello is really that important to you then obviously you don’t want it broken or stolen, right? Well then what if you fell and the case broke open and it damaged it, or if you pass out, you got lucky with me finding you a week ago! Most ponies would have left you for dead and stolen your cello to see what kind of bits they could get out of it, now stop being a stubborn foal and let me help you!” Vinyl spat as she levitated the weakened Octavia back to her bed.

“Vinyl Scratch I am not a child, and I am not going to allow you to treat me like one, now get out of my way! You can’t not legally keep me here, it’s kidnapping!” Rebuked Octavia getting off of the bed as best as she could in her pain.

“No, she cannot, but I can! I thought I told you, that this is a hospital and to leave your fighting outside of it!” Snapped the doctor having busted through the door when he had notice the two mares fighting again.

“Now Miss Philharmonica, no Miss Scratch cannot keep you here against your will, I however must assure the safety of all my patients leaving this hospital, and as you can barely walk without wincing, it’s a ridiculous notion that I’m going to allow you to leave her without an escort to carry your personal effects, and that includes your Cello. Now as Miss Scratch here has kindly offered to help you with your search to find a home, I will assign her to the task; whatever you choose to do after that is your own affair, but I will make myself quite clear; you are not leaving this hospital without Miss Scratch accompanying you, do I make myself clear Miss Philharmonica? “Explained the Doctor making sure to make the last part a clear order.

“Yes I understand, Well shall we begin Vinyl?” Sighed Octavia resigning herself to her fate.

“Yep!” Replied Vinyl smiling as the two of them left the room to check Octavia out of the hospital.

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Octavia stood in the middle of the park, her cello case laying open in front of her in case anypony wanted to toss a few spare bits into it as a tip for her wonderful playing. She was playing one of her favorite pieces, it was a classic- Neightoven’s Ode to joy, but as Octavia was on her own at current she could only play the cello’s part of the song, but it still sounded beautiful.

“You’re quite the cellist.” Came the voice of a stallion from in front of Octavia as well as the sound of a few coins hitting the plush floor of her cello case, as the grey mare had her eyes closed, not only did she prefer to play with her eyes closed, but in her mind this was a new low for her- playing her beautiful cello in hopes that somepony might just toss her just enough to survive. In the week since Octavia had been out of the hospital she had tried to keep herself clean and presentable, but living at a homeless shelter left very little chance at that, and so her mane was dirty and slightly unkempt, she also smelt slightly of body odor, what little her perfume couldn’t cover.

“Thank you kind stallion, as you can see I’m a bit down on my luck right now, so it’s truly appreciated, the money and the complement.” Replied Octavia as she continued playing without missing a note, a skill she was quite proud of, but also a necessity for a musician of her caliber, as she needed to be able to listen and reply to party guest’s requests without making a mistake.

“Yes, I see, well if I may be so bold, may I ask that you open your eyes?” Asked the stallion whose voice Octavia now that she thought about it slightly recognized, she opened her eyes and saw one of the few people she never wanted to see again, her younger brother.

“What do you want Silver strings, Mother and Father wanted nothing to do with me, so why should you be any different.” Octavia spat at the Stallion who had a brighter shade coat of grey then Octavia, and was also wearing a crisp suit of pressed black silk making it obvious to anypony who looked at the young Stallion that he was from a one higher class families from Upper Canterlot or Manehattan.

“Now Octavia, is that anyway to speak to your younger brother? I mean we haven’t seen each other in almost twenty years, not since I was a colt.” Replied Silver looking slightly affronted.

“Yes, and as far I am concerned it could have been another twenty before I seen any of you again! Now why did you seek me out, and don’t bother lying, I know for a fact that you’ve been making just as big of a name as I was in the music world, so other then you had heard of my fall from grace and came to laugh at me, what other reason would somepony like you have to be in lower Canterlot?

“I see you haven’t changed, one would have hoped that twenty years and disgracing the music world would have taught you to have a more civil tongue when speaking to your betters, but as you want me to get straight to the point I shall. Our father has passed away, if you care to attend his wake as you did our mother’s I shall accompany you back on the trip to Manehattan.” Silver explained letting the news sink in for Octavia before continuing. “So, your answer Sister?” Asked Silver before Octavia burst into tears.

“ No, I still refuse to forgive him for what he did, Mother was willing to forgive me for everything, everything I had ever done, even for loving Lyra, but no he refused to have a fillyfooler in the family and sent me away! He should have thought about how much he supposedly loved me before he sent me a sixteen year old filly out to fend for herself simply because I had fallen in love with a mare!” Octavia sobbed.

“Fine, I understand. I shall inform the rest of our family of your decision, I still love you Octavia, even if you love mares, I missed you when you had to leave, Good bye sister, and good luck.” Silver sighed turning away and exiting the park.

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“I bucking hate you, DO YOU HEAR ME YOU BUCKING BASTARD, I HATE YOU!!!” Screamed Octavia sobbing as she slammed from the bottle of Jura whiskey she had brought with some of the bits Silver had given her; her depression growing with each swallow as she wandered around the back alleys drunk. “WHY DID YOU DIE, YOU STUPID BASTARD, WHY!!! I WAS GOING TO MAKE YOU PROUD OF ME, DAMN IT! I WAS GOING TO MAKE YOU TAKE BACK ALL THOSE HORRID THINGS YOU SAID, BUT NOW I CAN’T, I HATE YOU!” Shrieked Octavia as she finished the bottle and threw it against the brick wall with enough force that it shattered as soon as it made contact with it.”

“I should have died that night, well I’ve drank so much so maybe this time I won’t buck it up.” Octavia sighed to herself, the taste of her tears mixing with the bitterness of the whiskey as they poured down the disheveled mare’s face. It was then that Octavia noticed that there was somepony else in the alleyway with her, somepony with neon blue hair and a white coat, It was Vinyl.

“Octi, you’re coming with me now.” Said Vinyl no sign of mirth or happiness in her voice, it was instead cold, and had a tone or somepony who wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“Are you following me or something, get lost! I’m in no mood to deal with anypony right now, let alone you, just leave me here to die.” Hissed Octavia before turning away from Vinyl, so she did not notice as Vinyl took off her sunglasses and started toward her

“The buck I’m going to walk away while the mare I love sits in some back alley and dies of alcohol poisoning; now you’re going to come with me, or I’ll make you, and don’t think I can’t! You don’t stay a DJ in clubs as long as I have without knowing how to kick somepony’s flank!” Spat Vinyl grabbing Octavia by the shoulders, forcing Octavia to stare straight into her eyes. Octavia shuddered at the look in Vinyl’s red eyes which as enraged as the mare was right now were not like the beautiful shining rubies of a week and a half ago, but were as hard and cold as dried blood.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” Asked Octavia as her eyes began to water again.

“Because I love you, and I’ll be bucking damned if I’ll allow homophobia to cost me a chance to love somepony again; listen to me Octi I can see it in your eyes you love me, but you’re afraid that something like last time will happen, right? That’s what happened with your parents isn’t it? You fell in love with a mare and they rejected you for it, and so now you close your heart to any chance of happiness unless it’s with a stallion, but you won’t be, Okay trust me Octi I’ve tried it. You cannot deny who you are inside. There’s a pony out there for everypony, but they aren’t always the opposite sex the world isn’t well rounded enough for that to be true.” Replied Vinyl before releasing Octavia from the hold. “I’m not amazingly rich or well versed in etiquette, but I do know this, I love you and if you come with me then if I can’t get you to admit to your feelings in a month, I’ll let you go and I’ll never bother you again, okay?”

“Okay, one month, but I wouldn’t hold your breath.” Sighed Octavia trying to get up but falling as she was still drunk.

“See, You’re falling for me already Octi.” Laughed Vinyl as she helped Octavia to her hooves and allowed her to lean on her for support.

“Oh shut up Vinyl.” Hissed Octavia as she vomited all over the place

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Vinyl unlocked the door and opened it, just barely catching Octavia as she fell again, Vinyl having had to let her go to unlock the door, the two then entered and Scratch laughed.

“It’s not much, but it’s home, Also though you’ll probably complain about it later anyways, but I’m not all that much of a neat freak, I like to feel like a place has been lived in.”

“It’s better than the shelter, where is your shower by the way?” Asked Octavia as she stumbled slightly as she crossed into the house.

“It’s kinda hard to explain, and I don’t want you to get hurt, so I’ll take you there myself.” Replied Vinyl as she led Octavia through the kitchen, into the hallway, and through the first door of the left. Inside was a very nice bathroom, it had a large bathtub and shower combo, It also had a sink with a marble counter, and a pretty nice toilet, which despite Scratch's claim of not being a neat freak was quite clean.

“Okay you’re a club DJ right, how the hell did you afford a nice place like this?” Asked Octavia obvious amazed that Vinyl lived in a house at all much less a house with marble counters and a fancy bathroom.

“Octi, The average club DJ makes forty-two thousand bits a year, now think about it, I’m not only one of the biggest names in the dubstep DJing world, but I own club PON3, does it make sense now?” Chuckled Vinyl as she watched the still drunk mare stare around the bathroom.

“I had no idea that noise they call music could be so lucrative!” Spat Octavia annoyed sitting down on the toilet.

“It’s is only if, just like with any music, you're good at it, and I’m not to sound big headed am one of the best, and I’d watch it, at least dubstep’s not a stuffy and uptight like your ancient classical music, I mean it’s like get with the times, classical has been dead for at least a hundred years, but dubstep’s still got a long ways to go, and a lot of room to grow.” Vinyl replied a smirk on her face as she watched Octavia puff up like a pufferfish.

“Those toilet sounds, please I cannot fathom how ponies pay good money to go and ruin their ears with that overly loud obnoxious sounds they call music. At least classical has class, and culture behind it, you wouldn’t catch me dead at a dubstep concert.

“Oh really well then how about another wager, If I win you come to one of my sets, but if you win I’ll come to one of your concerts once you get back able to play for ponies.” Vinyl suggested smirking deviantly

Ok, what’s the challenge?” Asked Octavia confused

“Well we both need to take a shower, and you’ll need help since you’re so toasted you can’t even stand on your own, so how’s this we take one together, and we both get ten minutes, whoever can make the other cum the fastest wins.” Explained Vinyl smirking.

“Oh please, only someone with a perverted mind would come up with something like that. Sighed Octavia shaking her head at Vinyl.

“So what you’re saying it that your chicken huh, afraid that me somepony who listens to dubstep can make you squirt before you can make me.” Laughed Vinyl making bawking noises and pretending to be a chicken.

“Ok that’s it, there is no way somepony like you, with no class or refinement is going to beat me when it comes to pleasing a lady.” Snapped Octavia throwing the shower curtain open and getting inside. “Aren’t you coming in?”

“One second I just got to set the mood.” Vinyl laughed as she set a C.D into the radio, and hit play.

“Oh yeah, I love Panic at the Disco!”

“Ugh what is this music?” Asked Octavia trying to cover her ears, but having gotten on her back hooves to do so she fell.

“It’s Panic at the disco Octi, you okay?” Asked Vinyl as she got into the shower, turned the water on, and helped Octavia to her feet, and switched places with her so she could wash Octavia. “So shall we get started?” Vinyl continued as she moved the rag up and down Octavia’s back and sides.

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“Well that certainly was interesting.” Giggled Vinyl as the two of them stepped out of the shower, one grinning, and the other grimacing. “I know you were a Canterlot snob, but I never figured you’d have such a hair trigger.”

“Well sorry Miss party animal I happen to be a lady, and therefore not the type to spread my legs for anypony who wants to buck me, now then when is this “Set” of yours, if it’s anything that I am it’s a pony of her word.” Sighed Octavia turning to Vinyl halfway through her sentence.

“It’s in a couple of days, I usually DJ on the weekends, and manage on the weekdays, but as you’re obviously in no condition to be left alone I’ll be calling in a friend of mine to take care of things, now let’s go to bed, I’m beat and you’re still tipsy.” Explained Vinyl before becoming serious and beginning to pull at Octavia’s hoof once she had finished.

“Normally I’d be inclined to argue with you, but I guess you’re right this time, thanks for taking me in Vinyl, Sorry I said all those things earlier.” Replied Octavia a hint of remorse in her voice which caused Vinyl to turn to her in concern.

“Octi, don’t worry about it, we come from two totally different ways of life of course we’re going to clash sometimes, but that doesn't mean we need to let those things cause hard feelings between us, now come on let’s get to bed, the alcohol’s making you act weird.” Vinyl then opened the door to her bedroom and helped Octavia to bed. “Good night Octi.”

“You as well, Vinyl.” Replied Octavia as Vinyl shut off the light.

TBC

Author's Note

Clop verison will be finished asap