Author's Note

So here is how the songs will be done. Most of these songs will either have custom lyrics or the same lyrics for the music I will link. Note, not all the songs will match the music I will have linked, (these three are perfect examples) but to give you an idea how the girls would sound, and how the song would've sounded like. I will like google docs of the lyrics, and the YouTube link for the music. I hope you enjoy.

Kahl

Kahl

“Did you ever ask your sister why she wanted to call the band Kahl?” the interviewer asked. It was the same room Lime was interviewed in, but now Marble was the interviewee. Dawning a more confident pose and a somewhat chipper attitude, she was less agitated by the interviewers’ questions.

“I did. I remember asking her…”

“Why that? Won’t they know that it's us?” Marble was still sitting in her antique chair, as both Pie sisters were in the attic on a late evening after discovering their uncle’s old instruments.

Lime looked at Marble and gently raised her up, with her hands clasping the younger one’s. “Because it’s what I feel whenever I’m around you and how I feel when I’m alone with no one else,” Lime said softly. “I want to turn this feeling into a weapon against the shit we go through. It can be our swords and not theirs.”

Marble had rarely seen this poetic side of Lime; Maud, she was not, but nonetheless she still had a creative side.

Marble smiled and embraced her sister.

“Ich liebe es!’ Marble whispered.

The girls took no time in hesitating in recording music. From the 31st to the 4th of February, the girls had recorded one of Marble’s songs, called “Unspeakable”, which was recorded in German. Recording their first song was more of a bother than they expected; they had to get the time right on each recording so the music could be in sync. They mainly worked late at night when their parents were asleep, and the warm attic made recording unbearable.

When it came to guitars and base, Marble was the one to make the strings create the bleak atmosphere of their music. Marble knew how to play the guitar since she was in the fourth grade, but momentarily stopped during high school. Luckily, she was still blessed with making beautiful rhythms from the stringed instruments.

Drums was Limestone’s territory, as her younger sister Maud taught her how to play back when they were both in middle school. The percussion reminded Lime of picking rocks, knowing just how hard to hit the beat and when to go in for the kill. This helped Lime become an immensely respectable drummer.

When it came to the vocals, the sister’s split it. On Lime’s songs she would be the one singing, but if it was Marble’s, it was her time to shine. Marble and Lime could sing in a clean tone, but both used the screeching and screaming technique when it came to the songs, with Marble also utilizing some death growls.

Lime was the one to establish their YouTube and later Bandcamp during the day. She had even gone out of her way to give them nicknames.

“Verlorener and Nutzloser?” Marble asked while looking on their bandcamp on her sister’s laptop.

“Yeah, I’m Verlorener, and you’re Nutzloser,” answered Lime.

Marble was unsure how to feel that her sister chose her name for her before asking if she had even wanted to go by a different alias. Lime could tell Marble was not exactly pleased by her actions.

“Ok, look I can tell that you aren’t pleased, but it fits. I constantly feel like I suffer alone, and you told me that you often feel—

“‘Useless’?” Marble asked in an exasperated tone.

“Yeah,” replied Lime.

There was an awkward silence between the two as Marble’s amethyst eyes stared daggers into Lime’s soul. Lime was uneasy as that was the only thing she could think of. The last time Marble looked this annoyed, Lime had to sleep with one eye open.

“Ok,” started Lime, “I can tell that was a dumb idea to give you a name without asking.”

“Oh, really?” Marble asked sarcastically. “Give me a name that makes me feel like shit—“

Lime raised her finger as she tried to counter by saying what music the band was making.

“—and yes, Lime, I know what we are making,”

Lime closed her mouth and put her hand down,

“And giving me a masculine name. Lime, our father is a man in his late fifties; he grew up in a quasi-traditional family—some of whom still think that jazz music is the devil—and even he doesn’t call me, or even gives me, a masculine nickname since I was five!”

Lime knew she would bring that up and despite being ready for it, she still felt the wind was knocked right out of her when Marble made the statement.

“Y-yeah,” Lime said meekly, “I should’ve at least made it feminine. I forgot that you—“

“Transitioned back in fourth grade and still have dysphoria since I didn’t want…” Marble coughed as she pointed down “…down there surgery.”

Lime swallowed a lump in her throat. She sweat bullets.

“So,” Lime started off, “what would you like to be called then?”

Marble placed a finger under chin, thought for a moment, and then had a brain wave.

“Midnight,” decided Marble. “It sounds feminine, it reflects the fact that I stay up late until the nights, and it’s when I usually record this music.”

Limestone was impressed with her sister's reasoning and smiled“Ok, now, before we make this song public, is there anything you want to say?” Lime asked.

“New adventures, here we come,” Marble said sheepishly.

With that, Lime clicked on the public button.

“Midnight, we just uploaded our first song,” Lime said with a smile.

Marble experienced a range of emotion; anxiety, excitement, glumness, happiness. It all was like a wave that over-stimulated her soul. “I created black metal,” she said under her breath. “I am a musician now…”

Lime looked at her baby sister with a warm smile on her lips, chuckling at the young one’s realization of what they had accomplished.

“So,” Lime started, breaking her sister out of her trance, “want to get started on your next song?”

Marble was somewhat put off by this. Their song just took what felt like years to her, up all night in the hot attic, sweating profusely like a child stranded in the Sahara.

“Now?” Marble finally asked.

“Yeah! It’s a Friday night, Ma and Pa are out doing… whatever second gen ex-amish people do for date night, and we can be as loud as we want!” said a vigorous Lime.

“Uhh, it's just…” Marble wanted to choose her words carefully so as to not offend her sister. “When we record… we tend to have—what is the word I’m looking for—disagreements. So to speak.”

Lime rolled her eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous. So we get into small fights, what bands don’t?”

“Most bandmates don’t threaten to stab one another,” Marble pointed out.

“Oh, just because I did it once—“

“Three times!” interrupted Marble. “You threatened to stab me three times!”

Again, Lime gulped a knot in her throat, realizing that it was most definitely not normal for bandmates, especially if they are related, threatening to shank one another.

“Ok, so I should work on that. But hey, you’re not always nice either!” she countered.

“How do you mean?” asked Marble.

“Well, every time you come in too early with your guitar and I tell you to hold off, you give me this demonic look!” Lime tried to recreate the look her youngest sister gave her, but to Marble she just looked rather odd and childish.

“Oh, don’t be a baby. I’m sure it wasn’t that bad,” Marble chuckled. “You three always tell me that I make these ‘scary faces’ whenever I’m mad or in the zone, and honestly I think you gir—“

Lime got out her phone and showed Marble what she meant by “scary.” And sure enough, Marble did present a very ominous face. The light in the photo made it look as if her eyes were red as the brimstone of hell, and her teeth covered in drool, and her back canine teeth revealed themselves as if she was snarling. Her furrowing brow didn’t help her case either as it only contributed to making the timid Marble into a shewolf.

Marble averted her gaze and cleared her throat. “Ok, so I can get a little too into it, but that doesn’t mean you can threaten to stab me!”

“Then are we not doing this?” asked Lime.

Marble thought for a moment, despite the tedious process of recording songs it did feel great to be able to release a song and even better to help rid her body of the poison that infected her mind.

She looked up at Lime and gave her an innocent smile. “Sure.”

“No, no, no, no!” Lime stomped.

The attic was a muggy space to be in for a recording session and made working there a more… eventful experience to say the least. Four hours in and each sister had threatened physical harm to each other around one hundred times. Lime, while keeping her word to no longer threatening to stab her sister, had moved on to more conventional threats, such as strangulation and punching.

Marble, in return, made sure to act like a rabid she-demon, but instead to get up in Lime’s face in an ominously calm manner, whispering threats to her senior, threats that made Lime’s blood run cold and her sweat even more so. The guttural yet elegant sound of Marble’s threats made Lime feel as if she was living with a serial killer. Despite this scaring the oldest half to death, she still tempted the lion.

“You keep coming in too fucking early on the second guitar. Do you need a smack upside the head to get it through your thick skull?” Lime berated Marble while also poking at her chest.

Marble inhaled and let out an audible sigh, lifting her head to show a stone cold demeanor reminiscent of their father’s, and while the stoic face told one tale, her voice told another. With a cold lifeless glare Marble stared directly in her sister’s Lime green eyes. The stare penetrated through Lime's soul and in the back of her head she was intimidated; yet she held her ground despite the assaulting stare cutting through her flesh.

“Touch me,” began Marble in her demonic tone, “and we will be explaining to Ma and Pa why both of your arms are broken like frail twigs.”

Lime knew her sister had a violent side. She didn’t show it much, but when she got angry, she could throw a mean punch. She knew the best bet was to not test Marble, even though she knew that she was just annoyed given the room they were in.

Lime breathed out a sigh and tried to calm herself down “Ok, Marble, usually when we’re doing something new we’re often afraid we mess up, and we keep thinking about it when we work. It happened to me on my first day of rock picking.” Lime chuckled. “Broke the pickaxe Ma was not happy since it was her brother’s, and dad decided to take the heat for me. Man did he get an earful.”

Marble’s face softened a little as she let the intense hatred inside her subside for a little bit.

“The main point is,” Lime picked back up, “is there something you are worried about?”

Marble’s mood had quickly cooled down as the cold winds and wet rain snuffed the flaming inferno. She sighed and said, “I feel as if I’m not doing it right, that I’m messing up your song.”

Limestone blinked and gave her baby sis a quizzical look. “My song? Marble, this is your song.”

“I know,” she replied, “but you wrote the music, and I don’t want to disappoint you in messing up.” Marble looked down as if defeated.

Limestone sighed and placed one hand on her sister’s shoulder and the other under Marble’s chin then lifted her face up to meet Lime’s gaze. “Marble,” she said in a raspy, but soothing tone, “the music is yours as much as it is mine. This is still your song; yes, you wrote the lyrics and I wrote the music, but this particular song is about how you feel. I’m sorry if I made you feel like you were disappointing me. You’re not; just relax and let your emotions guide you. Only you can make your song sound good.”

Marble closed her eyes and inhaled then let out an even sigh.

“Ok,” she said looking at Lime, “let’s do this.”

Limestone patted her sister on the shoulder and walked over to her laptop. “Ok, get ready.”

Marble again closed her eyes and let out another sigh. “Three, two, one…” Lime pressed start and with a smooth transition Marble began to play her guitar, her eyes still closed as she let herself play, moving the pic across the wiry strings and her calloused fingers dancing across the frets. The room no longer felt muggy; fret by fret, strum by strum, the room grew colder, and the darkness embraced her.

When it was near time for her to begin to sing, she opened her eyes to not her attic but a purple portal with a white center. Without stopping her guitar playing, Marble slowly walked towards the portal and with each step came an enticing feeling from the purple wind touching her skin. When she was in front of the portal a voice called her, but not by her name.

You’re calling me, thought Marble, but by the wrong name. A boiling rage rose within her being. How dare you? How dare you call me BY MY DEAD NAME!

With that came a raspy screech from the young Pie.

My life is a fucking cosmic comedy

So funny for the cruel spirits that haunt me

Given a vessel I reject, having been born with a foreign soul

Born in a reality that forbids me to show my true self!

She stopped as there was a pause between this and the background guitars she recorded earlier, then came the synth Lime was using to emulate cello.

Marble just kept staring at the portal, an intense glare that would put Fluttershy’s stare to shame. She bared her teeth and made a low growl at the anomaly.

When the drums were beat, Marble gave another skin curling raspy screech. What was followed was a brief set of clear vocals:

An eternal ordeal, damned forever

Never asked for it, but the cosmos insists

Despite the motherly tone of her voice, Marble’s visage still displayed her contempt for the god-forsaken portal in front of her. The portal began to shrink, as the synth was dying down, escaping the scornful gaze of the young woman, but before it could disappear, Marble thrust herself into it.

Being denied for my true being

Being forced by a world that wants my soul to suffer

All so my body can stay the same

All so I can be a source for a twisted comedy

As Marble exited the portal, she was greeted by what could’ve been, a happy little boy playing with his sisters, making friends, and having a girlfriend.

“Do you enjoy what you see, Alexandrite?” whispered an ominous voice.

Marble felt a sliver of fear, but it was soon replaced with pure anger.

Eternal, suffering!

A new sensation, but the same rejection

A new vessel, but the same hatred

A new erection, but the same false acceptance!

With that came the synth cello which ushered in the silence of the song.

When the music ended, Marble returned to where she was, the cold air now replaced with an unbearable muggy atmosphere. Sweat covered her gray skin and stung her eyes as it came dripping from her brow; the smell of mildew and salt stung her nostrils. The room was silent and the silence nerve racking.

Oh no, did I fuck up again? Marble thought nervously to herself.

She turned towards her elder sister and was shocked to see her gasp. Lime’s mouth was wide open, her eyes shrunken with her heart beating louder than any drum. Her hands numb and her legs trembling like little twigs as her breath was as shallow as the winds of a dying creature.

A quiver ran through Marble’s body seeing Lime in such a state.

“Lime,” the younger sister began with a hint of sadness, “I am so sorr-“

“Marble,” Lime finally spoke, “that was… fucking awesome! Even better than the last recording!” Lime’s appearance changed drastically within a span of a second, from that of a scared child to an over-jubilated adolescent.

Marble breathed a sigh of relief and blushed at the compliment Lime gave her.

“Like yesterday when you edited out your death growls you surprised me then, but it didn’t feel like I was getting your true feelings. It felt like you were holding back,” explained Lime as she was walking towards her sister, “but today, the shrieking, the hurt in your voice, and the way you played the guitar felt as if I were there with you. I mean, I know the song is about your experience, one that I can never truly understand, but I felt as if I knew what people like you go through.”

Lime stood in front of her sister and gave Marble a hug, but it wasn’t just a hug, it was a tight one, tighter than Pinkie’s. Pinkie’s hugs were always ones of happiness, laughter and pure bliss. Lime’s on the other hand felt… genuine, not to say Pinkie’s weren’t genuine, but this felt different, unique. The embrace started off as a cold feeling, as if her body was neglected, but when in contact with Marble she began to feel Lime’s being grow warm, a link connected between two damaged familial souls that made this embrace more meaningful, more sentimental, more honest. Marble felt encompassed with her sister.

As they parted from each other, Lime went to her laptop and edited the recording. After the process was done, she uploaded the song (Eternal(l1)(m2)) to their Bandcamp and YouTube.

“So…”

Lime turned her head to listen to Marble. “Want to start recording your song, Lime?”

With that question, Limestone’s stomach churned. She had no issue recording Marble’s songs but when it came to hers Lime felt that she couldn’t hold a candle to Marble’s singing. While Marble’s vocals came from a state of pain accumulated from years of anxiety, dysphoria, and self-doubt, Lime had only felt this way for about a year… or she thought.

“I-I don’t know Marble, it's…” Lime looked at her cellphone. “8:45? What the hell? We've only been up here for an hour and a half?”

“Well, we did do most of the recording yesterday; all we had to do was just record my guitar and vocals,” Marble reminded her.

Lime cursed under her breath with her baby sister taking note. Marble removed the guitar from her person and walked towards her sister. “Lime, we don’t have to do this today if you don’t want to.”

Lime looked at Marble. Seeing her sympathetic amethyst irises filled Lime with a dreary wave mixed with a molten sludge flowing through her veins. As Marble was slowly offering her hand on her shoulder, Lime swatted it away and put on a faux grin.

“Nah, we can do this!” she said with a false confidence.

Marble just smiled, buying her sister’s masked expression. The two spent the next four hours recording, trying to get the right tune, and with it came arguments, threats, and swearing. By 12:50 the girls had all the instrumentals recorded. All that remained was Lime’s vocals.

Marble collapsed on the old wicker chair, her body limp and her batteries almost completely drained from the ungodly humid room. “Ok,” she said in an unusual raspy tone, “Lime, it's your turn to sing.”

Limestone wiped her face with a towel she retrieved from the downstairs bathroom, when the reminder of her having to record her vocals again made her heart drop. She lifted her head from the towel and looked at her baby sister, who was nearly nodding off to sleep. Lime just thought of how earth shattering her little sister’s singing was, the utter pain that Lime herself could never replicate, she could never have the same terrifying screams of anguish.

I haven’t practiced, hell, I am not even sure I can do this shrieking crap! Lime thought to herself in a nervous state. Marble was not only accustomed to the vocals long before me, but she has a natural born talent for expressing her pain. But me? What the hell do I have? I’m just a muscled bitch that picks rock for a living. Everyone has a talent when it comes to being creative, Pinkie with her party planning, Maud and her poetry, Marble and her singing.

Lime looked at her feet and saw one of her notes for Marble’s songs. Writing music is one thing, but to take it to the next step and sing is something completely different. Shit! Why did I ask Marble to form this band? Why did I want to get into this crap? Why did I think this could help me!

Lime’s body visibly trembled like a building about to collapse. Her eyes shrank to the size of pebbles, and her even breathing transformed to that of hyperventilation. Everything around her began to close in, breathing became harder, the room began to shrank and a bright light entered her view.

“Lime!”

Limestone snapped out of her mental break, her vision normalized, breathing stabilized. Lime noticed that in front of her was an energized, and concerned, Marble Pie holding Lime by her wrists. “Lime, just breathe… it's ok, I understand it's nerve wracking.”

Lime ceased her trembling and slowly gathered her thoughts.

“Why are you nervous? What’s scaring you about singing?” Marble asked.

Lime’s answer was once again pieced together. “I… I… I can’t sing like… like you… ”

Marble released Lime’s wrist. “I… I can’t sing like any of those people in those bands. I can’t produce the same amount of pain like they, or you, do.” Lime’s voice slightly broke.

Marble let out a soft sigh. “Lime, that’s ok. I was nervous that I would sound weird too. I thought I would sound worse than the bands we listened to.”

“Seriously?” Lime asked.

“Oh yeah, at best I thought I could sound better than that Arschloch from Silencer, but at the same time I felt as if I would capture the pain like the bands we listen to do. But I went with what felt right, and you can do it too, just do what feels right,” encouraged Marble.

Lime looked at her Marble and her warm smile that filled the eldest with reassurance and a real foundation of confidence.

“Ok,” started Lime, “I’m ready.”

Marble gave Lime a hug which made the eldest’s cheeks turn from an uninspired grey to an eye catching rose.

Lime stood in front of the mic and took a few deep breaths.

“Whenever you’re ready Lime,” Marble said standing next to the laptop.

Lime shot her a look and grinned. Marble smiled and pressed start.

The intro guitars played a lovely glum melody, immediately succeeded by a loud wave of guitars that filled the atmosphere with a cold desolate air that was reminiscent of an empty street of a poor urban area haunted by gray skies, streets smelling week old urine, and people walking around aimlessly looking for meaning. At the end of the street stood Limestone, absorbing the area around her. She was barefoot, had on a tattered shirt, and sleeping pants.

As the guitars ended, Lime let out a high pitched shout followed by fast paced music. Lime began to run through the city stepping on broken glass and pebbles, persevering through the pain.

Do you hear the Soundless, Song?

Lime ignored the people she was passing on the street, the beggars, the hurt, the desolate. She just kept running.

Do you hear the, Void

Her heart raced as she picked up the pace as she was now being greeted by a torturous wind that felt like daggers stabbing the young woman repeatedly.

It speaks Constantly

Limestone's breathing began to feel painful, as though the air she inhaled was starting to stab at her lungs.

Filling my head with Lies (Truths)

Limes pace began to decrease, her pained breaths began to catch up to her.

It spoke Constantly

The glass and pebbles in her soles had finally reached her brain, informing her how bad her feet were hurting.

Filled my head with Lies (Truths)

Limestone tripped and tumbled towards the ground, scratching her arm and skinning her knee.

Voices of the night!

Her breathing was now labored as she tried to get back up, she looked up to the sky and saw that it was now night. Street lights shined throughout the city, with people hurrying towards their homes.

Waking me at night!

Lime got back up slowly, rubbing her knees and arms to ease the pain.

Voices of Family!

As she tried to walk Lime once again tripped but managed to catch herself from falling face first on the rugged pavement.

Disturbing me!

The pressure of the wind started to increase once more, pushing lime to the ground.

Tӧte mich!

As the music transitioned to a somber solo guitar strum the harsh wind ceased, allowing Lime to slowly get back up. She limped towards the sidewalk and sat down on the curb, hugging her knees whilst silently sobbing.

This ushered in the spoken word of the song.

Nachtzeiten sind das Schlimmste! Bin ich verrückt, ich fürchte, ich habe niemanden zum Reden! Nicth einmal mein eigense Blut versteht meint Verzweiflung! Stecken! Das ist alles was ich bin. Stecken! Das ist alles was ich bin! Ich stecke einfach in diesem verdammten emotionalen Zustand fest. Niemand kann mich verstehen! Nicht einmal mein eigenes Fleisch und Blut! Meine Fleisch und Blut.

As the drumbeat was reintroduced and the guitars got back into rhythm, Lime got up and proceeded to limp down the street.

Another night of torment

Voices coming from my family

From loved ones

Limestone trudged threw the pain surging through her body as she continued her trek down the street.

They all hate me!

Such weight I cannot bear

I just want out

Dear god just let me free!

Her blood turned to oceans, her tears to rain, her body to an automated machine.

I don’t want to live like this

I’m in severe pain!

The cold sharp she inhaled pushed back out through her vocals as a violent air current.

Tӧte mich!

With that came the closing of the song, and the gray city soon disappeared, returning Lime back to the cramped muggy attic.

As the music ended, Marble pressed stop on the recording and looked at Lime. Lime in turn just stared at the floor, eyes wide as she processed what she had just done. Her breathing was once again uneven, and her vision blurred. She slowly looked up to Marble, who was smiling like her sister Pinkie.

That smile, that same giddy, awestruck, supportive smile was all Limestone needed to know that, not only did she nail it but did something that had fully encompassed her inner pain.

After the two edited the song, they uploaded it to Bandcamp and YouTube.

“Two songs in one day,” Lime said. “Must be some sort of record.”

“Yeah, I’m so glad we managed to get done with both of those songs,” Marble replied.

“Wanna work on the last song tonight?” asked Lime.

Marble yawned and shook her head no.

“Lime, I’m exhausted. Can we do it later?”

Limestone looked at her phone to see it was indeed 1:20 in the morning.

“Yeah, it is pretty late. Tell you what, we can get started on this tomorrow around seven in the evening since Ma will be visiting her friends from out of town, and Pops will be visiting Pinkie and Maud for their two-year anniversary since she and Maud moved out,” Limestone told her sister.

Marble gave a smile as her eyes were closing. The two left the attic and headed to their rooms. While Marble fell dead asleep on her bed, Limestone decided to take a quick shower. Feeling refreshed, she got dressed in her nightgown and exited the bathroom to hear her parents’ laughing downstairs. They had finally returned home; they were talking about the restaurant they ate at and the opera they saw. Limestone gave a small smile. As she headed to her room, the thoughts of her parents being happy kept replaying in her head. She loved to hear Igneous and Cloudy share their love for each other. It wasn’t common for them to be talkative towards one another as they came from a background of small talk. Yet when the two did talk to one another, it was a pure feeling, the energy that emitted from the two conveyed a magical power, but not that of fairy tales, but of a real relationship. Cloudy made Igneous feel whole and he often told Lime that without her or his daughters he couldn’t bear to live in this world. Cloud on the other hand knew Igneous on a much deeper level, from what she told Limestone, his attitude used to be similar of that to Maud’s, but once you broke down rock down, you would get a precious gemstone so rare, that even the God himself would give up his kingdom for it.

Lime laid in bed thinking about the love her parents shared. She envied that feeling. She envied the relationship Maud had with Mudbriar. Yeah, Mud was… odd, and a bit annoying, but she had never seen Maud so happy before. She smiled more, her voice lightened a teensy bit enough to even where a non-Pie could tell the difference, and in a strange way, helped Maud become more open. The only other person to do that was Pinkie. Pinkie, how could she forget that she had been going out with Chester, or “Cheese Sandwich”, for what was about to be a year in two weeks. Whilst the two could be unbearable together from time to time, the love they had for each other was that of a unity built upon improving one another, becoming more aware of each other’s needs and the needs of others. Limestone was often worried for Pinkie, her ADHD life sometimes difficult for her. She would have friends one day, and the next they wanted nothing to do with her, yet Pinkie would pretend everything was fine and still did what she loved. She would often remember hearing Pinkie crying late at night during middle school with Marble comforting her. Things eventually got better after the whole Sunset debacle, but Limestone never stopped worrying for her. Cheese helped put those fears to rest.

Lime turned her head to the baby of the family, Marble. The only other one that didn’t have a special someone, but she knew she could if whatever happened to her in the past hadn’t kept Marble so quiet and riddled with anxiety. Marble has had the most unique life out of the four sisters, being born in the wrong body and having the blessing of transitioning to the one she felt most comfortable in. She would still often feel as if she was never a woman, even though she out of the four sisters was the most beautiful, talented, empathetic, and tough out of the four. Lime knew that, and she knew if she got into a fist fight with her sister, Marble would win. She had so much potential but all of which was unknown to the young one thanks to the vines of self-doubt she was tangled up in.

And then there was Lime. She thought about how much she was damned to be stuck on this farm forever, knowing she would have to look after it. Giving up her dreams to go out and become a teacher to young teens. Memories of her past filled her head with people at Canterlot High and Rockville coming to her for advice, and tutoring, she enjoyed helping others, she felt as if she was meant to educate the young and help them trek through this cold world, Lime was known well for teaching children and teachers would say she had a future for that. But, all that came crashing down when she was told that she would be inheriting the farm. All her dreams were crushed, and day after day the crushing weight of their buyers, her mother becoming sick and having to make money for her medicine, and the constant threat of homelessness. Then came another weight crushing her soul, guilt. Guilt of feeling as if this was nothing to fear. She thought of herself as being selfish. Her sisters had it worse than her; their sadness rose from genuine troubles. Maud and her autism affected the way she interacted with others, often feeling alone growing up. Pinkie and her ADHD constantly have friends and neighbors be attracted and repelled by her. Marble and her anxiety, dysphoria, self-harm, and suicidal ideation, and the only thing Limestone had to worry about was giving up her dream. The thick waves of guilt drowned Lime with no air of relief in sight. Struggling to breath, she thrashed her legs in the wave, struggling to break free. But it was all of no avail, realizing she was indeed a selfish wretch not deserving of any sympathy. When she finally accepted this fact, she opened her lungs to the sea of guilt, and embraced it; completely submitting to the sea.

It was 3:12 AM in a town home in Little Stalliongrad. A pale teen girl sat on her bed, rum in hand, as she hoped the liquor would knock her out or free her from the ungodly pain that stabbed at her essence.

“My body no longer arouses you,” she said under her breath.

“Почему, Oкти?” she whispered somberly before taking another swig of her rum. The sweet water softened the ails of her pain. “I was your first. I was your first! I was the first woman that made you know what bliss was!”

The young white teen yelled as she sat up from her bed, “Твой первый, пиздец! And you were my first love! I fucked different dykes before, but you were the first one that actually meant something before! I loved you, Блядь!” Salty rivers flowed down her cheeks.

“I did everything to be with you, I helped you show that being a dyke was nothing to be ashamed of! I helped guide you as your parents abused you, telling you that it was wrong and degenerate! I helped show you how much your love is valid! I was your first kiss, I was your first fuck, I guided you through that, and told you I didn’t mind it was your first time, and that how it was my first time to do it with someone I genuinely loved. The first woman that showed me love was something real! Showed me that I could trust other women! Told me that you loved me, Told me that you wouldn’t betray me like that! Told me that you would cherish me because you cared for me and wanted to be by my side!” The teen girl cried.

“But I no longer arouse you. Why?” She took one last swig of the bottle of rum. When it was empty, she placed the bottle gently on the table. Fully drunk, she got on her computer. It wouldn't be a sad night without sad music. She got on YouTube and searched through some sad songs.

“No, no, no,n-…” The crestfallen teen stopped at the name of one song. “There (is, was,) Nothing There!”by Kahl? She recognized it as black metal thanks to the girl buying black metal records at the store. Fluttershy and this gray skinned girl they say is the twin of Pinkie would buy these albums, and the gray girls looked more depressing. She clicked on the song, released an hour ago, and there was a link to their Bandcamp. She listened to the song to see how it sounded and was taken off guard by the screaming for singing. She knew about the screeching in black metal but this was honest to God screams. Not any ordinary screams but pained screams, screams of someone hurt, scared, and crying. It felt as if she was there with the person crying. It felt as if someone was crying for her. She loved this feeling, to have a vessel free your emotions for you. She listened to the other songs, “Eternal” and “Unspeakable.” All three raw with not only sound but emotion. The young woman felt entangled by their harrowing cries of pain. She clicked on their bandcamp and saw the names of these two artists. “Verlorner” and “Midnight,” both sisters, both wrote and did the music, and each girl wrote their own lyrics. The white teen looked at the lyrics, and took note how one song was in German, one in English, and one mixed with both.

The way the German was sung in that one song entirely in German rang familiar to the girl’s ear. It had a similar tone to this girl in her trig class. The girl who sat back in the row with her, a gray skinned girl. She always sang what sounded like a Germanic-like song. It sounded hurt, and scared similar to that of the song. The same girl that was with Fluttershy, the girl that was said to be the twin of Pinkie.

“Marble,” said the pale girl aloud. It was Marble.

5th of February, Wednesday, 5:50 PM. Marble and Limestone were at the record store, as they also sold instruments and sound equipment, Limestone had previously deleted her song from YouTube, and removed it from Bandcamp, stating that it sounded too rough, the background of the attic making it sound like crap.

“Limestone, I don’t think we can work with much, we don’t have money for almost any of this,” Marble told Limestone.

“I know, but we need to find a way to make it sound better.”

“Ahem.” A young woman coughed behind the sisters.

The two turned around to see a white girl with blue dyed hair, and purple sunglasses.

“Kahl, I would love to help you with your recording. This store has an old recording booth in the back,” Vinyl Scratch said.

Marble’s heart dropped whilst Limes skipped a beat. How did she know that they were Kahl? Vinyl read it in their eyes as they begged the question.

“Marble’s voice sounded like the song she hums in trig class. German and all.”

Lime shot a look at her baby sister; Marble averted her gaze.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. I just have one request,” she asked as the two girls looked at her questioningly.

“I want to join your band,” Vinyl stated.

How "Unspeakable would sound"

How "Eternal would sound"

How "There (is, was) Nothing There" would sound

The lyrics of their songs. Anytime you see this the end of a chapter, that means it has been updated