Chapter 1: Drumsticks and Trash cans
Ponyville was having one of it's usual days. The great Cadence-Shining wedding had ended a week or two ago, and Twilight and her friends have returned to their daily lives. Applejack went back to her farm, Rarity went back to her clothing, Twilight went back to her books, Rainbow Dash went back to her clouds, Fluttershy went back to her animals, and Pinkie Pie...
...Well Pinkie Pie is Pinkie Pie.
Anyway, nothing could've changed their lives.
*SLAM*
...except that maybe.
Twilight freaked out a bit from the door slam. She was in the middle of reading a book, when she heard that. The library wasn't known for its doors being slammed, so she slowly descended the stairs. Ponies that come inside to take the books don't actually come to take them often, so she guessed it was a rude pony who wanted a book. When she got down there, that was not at all the case.
She saw a pony with it's back to her. He, or she, as she couldn't tell, was a light tan in coat color. His tail was short and brown, as if it wasn't really supposed to be there. The cutie mark is what really caught her eye.
It was an upside down trash can...with two drum sticks crossing it's back. 'Strange,' Twilight thought, 'what kind of talent is that anyway?'
She trotted to ask a question, but a creaky floorboard caused the unknown pony to turn around. Twilight was able to see that it was a Stallion who had calming blue eyes alongside a short, scruffy, brown mane. In the awkwardness that followed for a few seconds, the door was knocked quite hardly from the other side. The unknown stallion put his back to the door and mouthed "Be quiet," and then the silence returned.
"Scrap! Get out here! NOW!"
It was Vinyl Scratch, who was quite angry with the Stallion inside. Twilight knew Vinyl a bit after Pinkie introduced the two to each other. They chatted for a short while before Twilight had to see Shining off and when Twilight returned, Vinyl had already left for Ponyville. They hadn't talked since, but Twilight decided this was a better time than any to talk.
"Hello Vinyl," Twilight said back.
"Who's that? How do you know my- Wait, Scrap you entered another Pony's house while they were still inside? You know what happened last time, remember?" Vinyl had apparently forgotten who Twilight was, sadly.
"Um," Twilight said, "Vinyl. It's me? Twilight? The brother of Shining Armor? You know, the head of the Canterlot guard who got married a few weeks ago?"
"Oh yeah," Vinyl replied. "Look, could you tell him to come out? I need to talk to him....now." That now sounded very threatening, so Twilight decided to investigate.
"What did he do?"
"What did this trash can loving idiot do!? He," Vinyl stated. "He um...."
"Vinyl! Are you done chasing him?" Twilight didn't know who was talking now, but the voice seemed regal and calming.
"Octavia he went in there! In this building! While somepony was inside! He broke in! I told you about the last time he did that, right?"
"First off, yes I know that's bad," Octavia began. "Second, this is the Ponyville library. Now-"
"WAIT," Vinyl said loudly, "...Ponyville has a library?"
By sheer existence, Octaiva, Twilight, and the-unknown-Stallion-known-as Scrap all facehoofed at once. This rarity is a true impossibility in the existence of whatever we have. It might upset the balance of everything that is Holy, or make something freak out. Either way, this is about the world of colorful, magical, talking ponies.
*Elsewhere in the existence of whatever we have*
A man screamed dramaticly as if on queue. His friend panicked and replied:
"Dude, you okay man?"
"Yeah," the dramatic screamer said. "It's just I feel as something stated a thing so badly that it needed facepalming. Yet, as if by a beauty of the world, three...things....did it at the exact. same. time."
"Maybe you should stop eating cheese before you play video games," the friend replied
"NO! Cheese is delicious and I will eat it whenever I wish! Except spicy cheese. It can die in a fire."
*Returning to the world of colorful, talking, ponies*
Twilight was feeling as if she now knew why so few ponies actually came to the library. She heard the Stallion chuckle a bit before stating:
"My dear, sweet, stupid cousin vinny," the stallion replied, "have you been listening to your new kind of music again? You know what it does to your brain."
And then Vinyl snapped.
"What did you call me!?" Vinyl was furious now, and Twilight felt very scared at the amount of rage she just heard. She felt as if breaking a Pinkie Promise was less dangerous than what the Stallion had just said. However, she did know why Vinyl was chasing the Stallion. Cousins tend to get annoying at times.
"You heard me, Vinny." the Stallion named Scrap replied.
"I told you to never call me that! And for your information, it's called wubstep!"
"And for your information, Vinny, that's a stupid name.I'd rather call it dubstep. Sounds a lot better."
"You know nothing, you junkyard loving idiot!"
"Now, vinyl. Control your anger. He is your only cousin." Twilight assumed that the pony that Vinyl called Octavia had said that. She also took a note to tell Pinkie to never call Vinyl 'Vinny.'
"Listen to her, Vinny. Besides, she is your Marefriend after all."
In seconds, Octavia kicked the door down, Vinyl added weight to the door, and Twilight just stared. She also decided to note that every musician in existence has a word that can possibly amplify strength. The Stallion-named-Scrap was under a broken door with his angry cousin and her equally as angry 'Marefriend' friend staring at him with the intention to kill.
All in all, it was perfectly normal.
"Hey," Twilight said, "could you stop destroying my door? Or what's left of it?"
"Maybe we should listen to her," the-Stallion-named Scrap who-was-now-under-a-door-with-his-cousin's-weight-on-top-of-it stated. "I would like to die later....and not by my cousin and her friend."
"Sorry," Octavia said regaining her composure.
"I'm not," Vinyl said. She looked at Twilight was staring at her coldly. "Well I am about the door, but not about him."
"Get off me," the Stallion-with-a long-name stated.
"Oh. Sorry."
The door was put back as best as it could be put back, which meant it stayed there. Though the-Stallion-named-Scrap was now not under a door, he had three mares who were quite angry at him.
"Okay," he began. He looked at Octavia and said, "Sorry about the whole Marefriend thing. I know you, nor Vinyl, swing that way. As for you...Vinyl," he said turning to face Vinyl Scratch, "I just don't like calling you that. Can't I call you Scratch, instead?"
"Fine," Vinyl sighed.
"It's all right, Scrap," Octavia said. "Now come along Vinyl, we have to go back to what we were doing."
"Which was?"
"...you need to do the dishes. And no, you can't clean them with wubs."
"Aw," Vinyl said. "You're no fun."
As the two left, the-Stallion-named Scrap chuckled a little until the lucky magical apprentice of Princess Celestia said, "Ahem."
"Oh yeah....you...."
"Yeah," Twilight said angrily, "me. What gave you the right to barge into my house without permission?"
"Sorry," he replied. "I didn't mean to. I just wanted to get away from...well you saw."
"Maybe you shouldn't tease her?"
"HA! Funny. If anything I have fair rights to. Haven't been able to really talk with her for....what, nine years?"
"You haven't talked to her for almost nine years?"
"I didn't have the time," he said with a sense of sadness in his voice. "To busy with my music. Anyway, what's your name so I know who's death list I'm on this time."
"I'm Twilight sparkle," Twilight replied. "Also, you're not on my death list, and what do you mean by 'this time'?"
"I don't wanna say. You've known me too little."
*Awkward Silence*
"What's your name?" Twilight wanted to get off that subject as quick as possible. Luckily she got her answer.
"Name's Scrapheap Sound, Miss Sparkle," he said bowing, "Though I quite prefer Scrap Sound or just Scrap."
"Alright then, Scrap. Now," Twilight stated, "What about my door?"
"What? Oh that. Well, I could pay for it to be fixed. I have no problem with paying for it, as it technically was my fault."
"That's very nice of you, bu-"
Twilight then noticed Scrap had clothing one. It was a mix of a cloak and a tux shirt with a red hue to the whole thing. It was something that she had never seen before, and Rarity might say the same.
"What," Twilight said curiously, "are you wearing?"
"This is a hoodie," Scrap said simply. "I like wearing it. Makes me feel at ease."
"Really?"
"Oh yeah. It-"
"Twilight! Twilight! We saw a chase scene and then somepony went in your house and then Vinyl and Octavia came and-"
Twilight looked behind Scrap to see her bouncing pink friend gasp in horror at the empty door frame alongside her other friends. The five of them stared at the scene until Pinkie came to a realization:
"NEW PONY!"
...and then she tackled Scrap.
