My perfect world

Chapters

Night at the club
Chapter 2
Fallout
Somewhere to stay
Things gone bad.
Dat plot
The king
Hey Everypony
Quickly, into the Tardis
Prologue to Confusion
Bass Cannon Some Bitches!
Just My Bass Cannon
Epilogue

Night at the club

I’m in my main club, spinning up one of my favourite songs, and the crowd is going wild beneath me. I got an energy drink sitting on a table behind me, waiting for me to get tired, and need an energy boost.

I step down from my DJ podium, and walk into the breakroom, energy drink in hand. I can hear the announcer shouting into the mike, “And that, everypony, is DJ Pon3!! She’ll be right back, just gotta take a break!” I silently laugh to myself. In some clubs, the clubbers might get a little awry when the DJ steps off stage. Got to handle them carefully, like a bomb that might go off at any second.

I walk into the breakroom, and flop into a padded chair, just waiting for me to sit on it. I look at the clock on the wall, It’s 9 pm. Tavi’s probably asleep by now. I sip on my energy drink, savoring the taste, the raw energy in it.

“You come here a lot?” A male voice asks.

I jump. No one, except for the ‘musical talent’ Is allowed back here. My eyes fly open, to be greeted by a largish stallion, also sitting on one of the cushioned chairs. He’s big, slightly larger than I am. He’s a pegasus. He is a dark green, and his mane is purple, with the tips died a neon blue. My neon blue. It’s spiked forward, so that it almost hangs over one of his eyes (which are a really bright blue), but its brushed away from the other side of his head, so I can see the expensive pair of headphones hanging around his neck.

I take off my purple glasses, look him in the eye, and ask, “Who the fuck are you, and why the fuck are you in my room?”

“I’m Renegade Bass, And my brother, who should be here soon, is Harmonious Synth. And this Isn’t your room, Its the break room for the musical talent, which includes me and my brother. We’re going to be DJing with you to night”

No. This is not happening. I am emperor here. I rule this club, I rule it alone. Without wannabes playing with me. I can’t believe the manager just did this. “Aw, fuck no. I play alone, with no one!” I say to him.

“Trust me, you’ll love us. We are a great duo of producers”

That grabs my attention. “You produce your own songs?” I only do mixes of other ponies songs.

“Yep. 100% original. Jealous?”

“No!” I lie. “But fine. You can play with me, because you must have some skill if you produce your own songs” and you are one of the best looking stallions I’ve ever met, but I don’t say that part out loud. Holy shit. I have to mentally push my eyes so they stop staring at him.

“Wonderful! My bro should be here any minute. He absolutely loves some of the mixes you’ve done” He grabs an energy drink out of the minifridge. My minifridge. But not really mine. I’ve gotten so used to being the lone DJ, I consider everything in this room to be mine. I can feel my eyes being dragged back to him, almost as if he’s a magnet and my eyes are tiny pieces of metal. He’s watching the door, checking his watch, and going back to watching the door. I take in his form, the slightly prominent muscles that ripple under his skin whenever he moves. My thoughts (and my eyes) are interrupted by the door opening. A small stallion walks in, slightly nervous looking.

“Hey bro, been watin for ya!” Renegade Bass says. The newcomer must be Harmonious Synth. The two ponies I’ll be playing with.

Harmonious Synth is a smaller stallion, maybe a few inches shorter than I am. He’s a dark orange, a slightly uncommon color. His mane is medium length, and he doesn't have it styled or anything., and it’s a bright yellow, with the tips dyed yellow. He looks around the room, and his eyes are a dazzling emerald green. But then I notice something. No wings. He’s an earth pony. “I thought you two were brothers?” I ask.

Synth looks up at me. “No, we’re not” He has a soft voice, as though he were slightly afraid of me.

Bass speaks up “We’re not blood brothers, we just grew up on the streets together. I trust him more than anyone. Ain't that right, Synth?” He ruffles the smaller stallions mane.

“Yep. Since I was the small one, he always protected me from anything that might hurt me” with that, he punches Bass in the shoulder, actually causing him to stumble.

“Knock it off, you” Bass says, and playfully hits him in the shoulder.

I’m getting annoyed. Both of them are very unprofessional. “We gonna get this show on the road, or not?”

Bass speaks up. “Yeah, yeah, we’re coming”

We walk out, back up on stage, greeted by enthusiastic cheering. I slip my shades over my eyes, so I’m not blinded. I look behind me, to see how the other two are doing with the lights. Renegade Bass has to shield his eyes with his arm, But Harmonious Synth just blinks once, and then continues walking. I take my place behind my laptop, while Bass and Synth get to work on setting their equipment up. Bass sets up his own laptop, wires it into the speaker system, and adds two of his own subwoofers into the mix. And they are huge. Each must be at least three feet across. Synth sets up a turntable, and wires it into Bass’ laptop.

“Ready?” I ask them. They nod and give me a thumbs up. I get the original song I was playing up, waiting to see what they do with it. What they do blows me away. I think they completely changed what subgenre it belongs to.

The song is over, and I’m blown away by what they did with it. On my own, I would have a hard time replicating that.

I set a new song up, which is much like the last one, and this time, I start throwing in some of my own stuff into it. The song ends up deteriorating quick, so I kill the song.

The night wears on like this, until it’s about five in the morning. I pack up my gear and start to head home.

Harmonious Synth catches me before I walk out the door. “Will we ever get to DJ together again?” He asks me.

I’m tired, so I can’t effectively filter my thoughts. Tavi has always told me thats a major weakness of mine. “I don’t know. You two completely threw off how I played, but it was fun. And I wouldn’t mind seeing your brother again...” My words fade off, but my thoughts continue on. And I like where they go. Synth seems to know what I’m thinking, so I say bye and walk home, with my laptop in my saddlebags, sipping on another energy drink.

I just need to get home, then I can collapse into my bed. What I don’t need to be thinking about is Renegade Bass, and whatever I might be feeling about him.

Author's Note

Tell me how I did. Criticism welcome. I know I'm not the best, just trying out a few different things. I do not own any of the songs, and none of them were made by my.

Chapter 2

I’m awakened by the sound of a cello, gently producing it’s sound. I flip onto my back, and enjoy the sound. It’s not my music, but it’s still good. I lay there for a few moments, taking in the notes. I like the tune, but it needs something more. It’s a melody, with no beat. I can provide that beat.

I flip on the light. I stagger as all the blood rushes to my head, making me black out. My vision returns a few seconds later, and I somehow ended up on my bed. I have no clue how I got here. I should see a doctor about that, but not right now.

I walk over to my beloved laptop, and boot up a program.

I break into Octavia’s tune gently, starting with a simple synth. I build on that until I am perfectly complementing the melody that Octavia started with my beat, before taking it in a new direction. Octavia knows exactly what I’m doing, so she fades out, leaving my synth and bass to do their magic.

I play a few beats in heavy and rapid succession, before I stop it. I let the silence hang for few seconds, before coming back, with the bass heavier than ever. Octavia immediately picks up what I’m doing, and plays along with her cello. I let the song play on for a few more moments, before letting her cello take over again.

I walk down the stairs, listening as Octavia wraps up the song. I walk into the living room to see Octavia putting her cello back in the case.

“Have fun last night?” She asks me.

“It went okay. The manager had me hook up with these two wannabe performers, and it completely trashed how I play. The play a completely different subgenre from me, and so our styles just clashed”

“Doesn't sound too good. What were their names?”

“I dunno” I do know. “Two stallions by the name of Renegade Bass and Harmonic Synth, or something”

A spark of recognition flashes across Tavi’s face, before it disappears. “I know one of them from somewhere, I think. We should get together with them sometime”

Warning: Code red. Not a good idea. “You sure?” I ask her.

“Yes, I am. It would be nice for you to meet somepony. To have friends, you know what they are?”

I playfully punch her on the shoulder. “Course I do. I just don’t need them. I got my music, and I got you. What more could I want? Other than food. I fucking love food...” My stomach rumbles. Like it almost always is. I can never seem to eat enough.

“While thats very sweet of you, saying I’m the only pony you need, you should still have other friends. Other people to talk to, who have other ideas and opinions then I do. Breakfast?”

“Yeah. Let’s go to Sugarcube Corner. I Haven’t had a donut for a while” The thought of a donut makes me that much more hungrier.

“You had one yesterday for breakfast” Octavia reminds me.

“Exactly . I haven’t had one for awhile” while I’m say this, Octavia just shakes her head.

We’re sitting in the cafe, waiting for our orders to come, when the door to the outside opens. In walks two stallions, a dark green one with a purple and neon blue mane, and a dark orange one with a yellow mane.

‘Please don’t notice me, please don’t notice me, please don’t...’ I think to myself. They notice me. Shit.

“Hey, Vinyl, what’s happening?” Bass shouts from across the room. I sheepishly wave to him, hoping he doesn’t walk over to our table. He does. One of the waiters comes up to him, and takes his order. He orders, hands over some cash, and focuses on us again.

“So, we gonna DJ together again sometime? That was awesome last night” He says with a broad grin.

“Uhmm... It was ok. just, you two play a seperate subgenre from me, so it never sounds right to me. I don’t think it would work” Wow. Did I really just say it like that? Normally I say whatever I want, and fuck whatever anyone else might say about it. And yet for him, I try to say it nicely.

Octavia speaks up. “I remember why I recognized your name, Synth. We went to school together, remember me?” She looks at him expectantly.

He stares at her face, trying to put a name or a memory to it. He finally does. “Oh, yeah. You’re the one that played the cello, right? I thought it was amazing what you could do with it”

“Yes, I still play. I’ve gotten much better since school”

It’s getting annoying that I’m being ignored, but on the whole I’m ok with it, since I don’t have to talk directly to either of them. And that is also very out of character for me. I am almost never shy, and I always have to be the center of attention.

“I’m gonna head home. Got an idea for a song” I say, saving myself. “Hope you three have fun” I get up and walk out the door, without bothering about their responses. Right as I walk out of the door, I look back at them for no reason. Tavi and Synth are talking animatedly (probably about their time in school), but Bass is watching me as I go. I push any thoughts out of my head, and start the walk home.

I walk in the front door, and run up into my room. I slam the door behind me, turn my laptop on, and start up a simple bass and drum line. I turn it up until I can’t hear anything but it, and I let it repeat as I think of how I want my song to play. I add layer after layer, until it’s almost finished. Theres just one thing I can’t think of that it still needs, that it’s incomplete without, but I don’t know what else to add.

I restart the song from the beginning, and let it play, listening to how it sounds. No matter what I add to it, it stills sounds incomplete. I hear my door creak open, and standing in the frame is Renegade Bass.

“Sounds good” He says, “But it’s missing something”

“Thats what I think”

He walks over to my laptop. “May I?”

“Be my guest”

He clicks around, getting a feel for the program, changes a few things, before adding something subtle, yet important. A light melody. He starts the song over again, and I love how it sounds.

I stand, loving the sound of the song. “Thanks. Sounds amazing” I say.

“No prob. So this is the first song you produced?” He asks me.

“Yes, and I think it turned out pretty well. You?” I ask him.

“I agree” He stands for a few moments, unsure of what to say. “Have fun” He says awkwardly, before walking out of my room.

I sigh, glad that that is over with. I pull up a new tab, and start to work on a new song.

Six Hours Later

I am working on my second song, when Tavi walks into my room. “Aren’t you hungry?”

“Nope!” I say, surprising her and myself.

“Really? You’d normally have a full blown raid going on in the kitchen after not eating after this long... Are you feeling alright?”

“Alright?” I laugh, loud and clear. “I’m better than alright, I’m fantastic! Never been better!”

Tavi gives me a weird look. “What’s up? What are you working on?”

“What, this? Just a little bit of nothing! I’ve decided to produce a few songs of my own”

“Vinyl, you’ve been acting weird ever since that night at the club. What happened?”

“Nothing. Just got a little inspired. Now, can I help you?” I ask her, wanting her to leave.

“Sorry, I was just checking on you...” Tavi replies, backing out of the room.

I turn my back to the door, the smile sliding off my face. “There’s nothing you could do, even if you knew” I say to the empty room.

I sigh, and sit back down in my chair in front of my computer. My mind is running rampant again. Jetting off almost literally thousands of ideas, thinking about multiple things at once.

I reach under my table, feeling for the hidden storage area concealed in the back. I find it, and I pull out the pill bottle from it. I twist off the cap, and look inside. Five left. I need to get more soon.

“Take me away” I say to no one, except maybe to the pills. I put one in my mouth, and wash it down with a drink of water from my water bottle. I sit back, relishing the calming effects of the drug. They bring on a feeling like no other; calming, yet invigorating. I decide to take a second, even though I’ve only taken one at a time before. I don’t know what will happen, but he never said anything about overdosing, so it can’t be too dangerous, right?

I continue work on my newest song. I’m in the middle of it, when I get this really strange sensation. I feel like I’ve been dipped in water, then put in a freezer so that it freezes. This continues for a few seconds, before I feel warm all over. I start to shake. I look at the pill bottle still in my hand, and I try to return it back to its spot, as though that will somehow fix it. My arms are vibrating too much for me to do anything though, so I end up just dropping it.

I stand up, hoping to make it to the sink, but the second I leave my chair, I collapse to the ground, shaking, unable to control my movements. I continue on for a few seconds like this, before It stops. I try to get up, but I don’t seem to have the energy. I just want to sleep, and the floor has never seemed this comfortable.

Author's Note

Sorry for the long wait, I haven't had access to a computer for a while.

I don't own any of the songs I use, both of them are made by dotexe. Check his profile out on youtube, one of the best guys I've ever heard. In my opinion, he's on the same level as skrillex. And, no, I won't be including just dubstep songs in this story. There will be songs from many genres coming in, but most of them will be dubstep. The reason why is because I put myself in this Vinly's head, and asked myself :what would it be like in there? The answer: Very musical. Therefore, I've added music

Fallout

I wake up to Octavia shaking my shoulder. “Vinyl? Vinyl, are you alright?”

I say some gibberish, my mouth still not fully responding to the signals my brain is sending. I try to stand up, but apparently nothing is responding to the signals my brain is sending. I feel weird, too.
Octavia walks around the room. My head is screaming ‘Fuck!’ at this point, but I can’t fully remember why. Than it hits me. Literally. Octavia found my pill bottle, and threw it at me.

“What the fuck?! I thought you were better than this!” She screams at me. That, more than anything, is what hurts me. The fact that I disappointed her. “What, did you think that you could just stop anytime? That no one would get hurt, and that if anyone did get hurt, it would only be you? You self centered BITCH! What were you thinking?! Do you not care about anyone but yourself, about the fact that not only is your career now over, but mine is also in jeopardy? What were you thinking? Hopefully you have somewhere else to stay, cause your not living in this house any more! You’d be lucky if I even still talked to you after this! I found out that you did this five years ago, and you told me you’d stop! Well, obviously, you didn’t!”

She might as well have stabbed me in the heart. It would’ve hurt less. I would have rather died than lose my only friend. My pain shows on my face.

Octavia continues. “Don’t think those big puppy eyes will work on me again! I trusted you, and you broke that trust! As soon as you can walk, I want you OUT!” She screams the last part. She storms out of the room, and I can catch a stifled sob as she runs out.

I lay there, my muscles still not responding, as the tears slide down my face. I’m forced to lay there for almost fifteen minutes, laying in my own personal pool of misery.

Feeling starts to return to my legs, and I stand up. I wobble for a few minutes, before I’m steady again.

I walk across the hall to Octavia’s room, planning to tell here I’ll go to rehab, do whatever she wants, just please don’t kick me out. I think about knocking on the door, before deciding against it and just entering.

I’m greeted with the sight of a spiritually broken Octavia.

“Tavi?” I ask hesitantly.

“Oh, it’s the drugee. What do you want? Finished packing, and want a goodbye hug? To bad. Out. Get OUT! I TRUSTED YOU! I GOD DAMN LOVED YOU! AND I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME BACK! AND YET YOU BETRAYED ME! GET OUT!!” she collapses into sobs. “get out” she says one last time.

Unbidden, memories from the past leap to my mind.

Walking along with Tavi down a sidewalk in some large city, about to go see a movie, when I run ahead because the movie theater was just one block ahead of us. I sprint the one hundred or so yards, and stand there, catching my breath from the burst of energy, waiting for Tavi to catch up.

I hear her scream, and so I turn around to see two large stallions standing in front of here. One is holding a knife. Octavia hands them all here money, then runs to me. She’s by my side now, but my vision, and my thoughts, have focused in on two things. The two large stallions, walking off with my friend’s bits. I run after them.

They see me coming, so they turn around and laugh, underestimating me. I charge into the first one, knocking him over. It quickly dissolves into a full on fight, with injuries occurring on both sides. They quickly subdue me, and pummel me as I lay on the ground. I lay there, unable to move, as I feel their hooves smash into my frame multiple times. A police pony sees and quickly breaks it up.

The scene skips forward a day, to find me laying in a hospital. Octavia is standing over my bandaged and bruised form, saying: ‘thanks, Vinyl. I’m sorry you got hurt though’ I reply with: ‘No prob’ I smile as I lay there. ‘I got your money back, didn’t I?

My thoughts stopped by the fact that I’ve reached my destination. I bang on the door. She has to be here. I wait a few seconds, before knocking again. Someone shouts “Holy shit! Hold up a little, I’m comin” I wait a few more seconds before I hear the sound of the door being unlocked. The manager opens the door.

“Can I help you, Vinyl?” She asks me.

“Yeah, you can. I just got kicked out of my friends house, could I spend the night here until I find somewhere more permanent to stay?” I ask her.

“Sorry, Vinyl, no can do. No room. So why did you get kicked out anyways?” she looks at the uncomfortable look on my face “Never mind. I don’t want to know. I can give you some bits to stay at a hotel here in town though, Ok?”

I feel guilty about taking the money, but I accept, and walk off to find a hotel to stay in.

I can feel my own tears dripping down my face now, so I turn and walk back to my room. I open my closet, grab my saddlebags, and I pack my laptop, my three remaining pills in the bottle, and my bag of bits. I turn to go, when something on the desk catches my eye. A picture of Octavia, with the words ‘Merry X-Mas’ on the bottom of it. I hesitate for a second, reaching out to grab it, before I decide not to.

I walk down to the front door, open it, and walk out. I get to the sidewalk, and stand there. I look back at the house, that only an hour ago was my house, before turning back to the street. I’m unsure of where to go, as I never go anywhere. I decide to start by just going to the club, and talking to the manager, seeing if I can’t sleep in one of the backrooms or something. I get my bearings, and start walking.

This evening would’ve been a great time for a walk, if it wasn’t for the circumstances for why I’m walking. The sun is just setting, casting everything in a magnificent orange hue. There’s a warm breeze blowing in, and the temperature is just right. Everythings perfect. Except for everything else.

I walk, trying to keep my mind from thinking on anything, but, as always, that doesn’t work. She said she loves me, and that statement alone would have been enough to send my mind into turmoil, including the fact that she thinks I would’ve returned it. I don’t know how I would’ve responded to that in a normal situation.

Author's Note

Hey everypony, sorry I haven't been on for a while. The combination of me being sick (some viral bronchial infection. It will take more then that to stop me from writing) and the continuing attack of the step mother from hell has kept me from getting online. None-the-less, here is the next chapter.

Enjoy!

Somewhere to stay

I’m lost in my own thoughts as I walk into the hotel lobby room, so I don’t notice him until I bump into him.

“Please watch where you're going next time... Oh, hey, it’s you, Vinyl! Watcha doin here?” Synth says to me as I bump into him.

“Hey, Synth. You two stayin here?” I ask him.

“Yeah, funny story actually. We came to rent a room for the few weeks we’d be staying here in town, but when we go up to the front desk to register, we were told that someone had already reserved a suite for us. Crazy, right? I guess there must be somepony out there who loves us”

“More than one, probably. You two are awesome”

He ruffles my hair. “Thanks, but I don’t think we’re that good. So why are you here, anyways? I thought you lived with Octavia?”

“Yeah, I thought I did too...”

“Come up too our room. We can talk about it there” He says, leading the way. We walk along the main hall, and I take in the amazing scenery. The main hall that we’re in now is at least two stories tall, with plenty of gold and silver used throughout. Theres a piano sitting in one of the corners, up on a small, raised stage. Octavia would’ve loved a place like this.

We ride the elevator all the way up to the top floor before it stops and lets us out. Synth leads me all the way down the hall, before stopping at the last door at the end of it. He opens it, letting me in. And inside, it looks amazing.

The carpeting is a plush red, very soft. As i walk down the hall, past the shoe closet, I come into the living room/dining room. The table is made of real wood, painted black, with six chairs put around it. On one wall is a massive flat screen. There is a sofa and a reclining chair in front of it, both covered in a black leather. I walk through one of the doors to arrive in the kitchen. All stainless steel and glass. All the cutting edge technology. “Help yourself” Synth says. I open the fridge, looking around for something to drink. I reach in, grab a hard cider. I bite the cap off and throw it in the trash before taking a large swig of it.

“Come on, through here” He says, leading me through another door. We walk down a second hall before coming out onto a good sized patio. Theres a perfect view of the entire city from here.

(Insert Protohype and Getter - the peak here)

Synth sits in one of the chairs, and I sit in the other. We both sit for a while, taking in the sights. And isn’t it a great one. The sun has set, leaving only the city lights to illuminate Ponyville, outlining the streets, showing all the ponies still walking around at this time. Those are my type of people. Theres still a warm breeze coming in, making it comfortable.

“So? What happened?” Synth asks me.

“Long story. You sure you want to know?” I try and avoid the question.

“Yes, I do. If you don’t want me to tell anyone else, thats fine, I won’t”

“Fine, since you’re so persistent” I tell him everything that happened this evening.

“Well. Looks like not everythings going well than. You can stay here with us until Octavia lets you back in. I’m sure Bass won’t mind” He says that with a wicked smile.

Oh, shit. I completely forgot about Bass. And what did that smile mean? This is bound to be one interesting stay. “So where is he, anyways?

“Oh, just trying to find the pony who rented us this suite. The manager thinks it was some pegasus named Rainbow something. Flash, or Dash, something along those lines. I dunno-” He’s interrupted by the door slamming open.

“I’m home!” Bass shouts to the suite in general.

“-when he’ll get back” Synth finishes unnecessarily.

“No shit, really?” I ask him sarcastically.

“We’re back here, Bass” Synth shouts to him.

Bass walks out onto the patio with us. “Look who decided to show up! Whatcha doin here? Tavi kick you out?” He jokes, then sees the look on my face. “Ouch. I have a bad habit of doing that. You can stay here, if you want...”

“Yeah, thanks”

“Cool. I’ll show you your room” He leads me back down the hallway, and shows me into a room. “We’ll be out on the patio if you need anything” He walks out. I take my saddlebags off and unload them. I put my laptop on the desk, my bag of bits I keep in them, and I put the bottle under one of the corners of the bed, until I can find a better place to store them.

Am I really endangering other ponies careers by having these? I can stop anytime, it’s just I love the calming effect that they have. And as long I don’t overdose again, there won’t be any long term effects he said. And speaking of him, I need to see him again, and get a refill.

I sit on my bed, not knowing exactly what to do. I’ve gotten a place to stay, know what? I look at the corner of my bed where I have the bottle hidden, and I decide to go for a little walk. I walk out to the patio, poke my head in the doorway. I’m greeted by the sight of two good friends laughing and drinking. I really hope what I’m doing doesn’t endanger that. “Hey guys, I’m gonna go for a walk outside. Clear my head. Seeya later” And with that I disappear back down the hall. I walk down to the front door, down another hallway to the elevator. I get in, push the floor level button. I wait for it to arrive, before finally getting to the ground floor. I’m walking out the main entrance, when someone shouts my name.

“Wait! Vinyl!” Bass shouts.

Fuck! Just what I didn’t need right now. “That would be me” I say before turning around to look at him. It’s hard not to look at him though... That thought has to sink in for a second before I mentally punch myself again.

“Unless you were gonna do something important, I wanted you to show me how you mix songs like that”

Everyone always seems to interrupt me right as I’m about to do something. It takes all my self control (which is very small) to keep from hitting him. “Fine. Fine. I’ll show you” I say, pissed off.

I’m a volatile mix of two very different thoughts right now. On one hand, I really don’t want to be doing anything than going to see him right now. I really need that refill. But do I really need it? And on the other hand, I would love to do anything with Bass. Especially if it leads to me and him in my room. Alone... Wait. What the fuck did I just think? I really need to control that.

We walk back to the elevator amidst the stare of all the other ponies staying here.

“So how did you reach me so fast? I took the elevator, and there’s only one” I ask him.

“Yeah, I ran down the steps” He says nonchalantly.

“You ran down fifty floors of steps?” No way.

“To steal the words outta one of my surprisingly good friends mouth: Eeyup”

“And you aren’t tired?”

“Again, to steal some more of his words: noope”

“You some superhero or something?”

“Look four lines up from this one in the story this guy is writing, and then read it in my voice, since it was my line. That’s your answer”

I get that look on my face when I’m trying to figure something out. On Ifunny they’d often take a picture of that expression and put the words: Computing. Computing. Under it... What the hell is Ifunny? And where’d I get that thought? “What?” I end up saying.

“I have no clue. No, I’m not a superhero” he looks at the ground for a moment, thinking. “That was kinda wierd”

“Eeyup” I say.

The door opens, letting us out. We walk back into the suite.

“Come on, I’ll show you how I do it” I say, meaning two things at once.

Author's Note

This was my fourth chapter entry, so I decided to break the fourth wall.

The next chapter will be from Synth's point of view. He, as a character, is kind of the person that's forgotten about, or is just kind of left in the background. I'm probably writing it as you read this.

Enjoy

Things gone bad.

Vinyl’s point of view

I walk along down the street, head held high. I continue walking, the apartments and office buildings eventually giving way to the old industrial district. I walk along the deserted streets, enjoying the quiet, before I come to the building I wanted to get to. It’s an old abandoned warehouse, converted into something else.

“You here, Runner?” I shout to the seemingly empty building.

A dry chuckle emanates from some dark corner of the building on my right. “For my best customer, of course I’m always here. And besides the point, where else would I go?” He laughs again, this time from my left side.

I breathe out, steeling my nerves. “Thats why I’m here, Runner. You and your drugs have really messed up my life. I’m returning the last two pills. I’m done, and I want out”

That same dry chuckle comes from right in front of me now. “Oh, you just think, I’ll return what I haven’t used, and he’ll just let me go” a hint of menace creeps into his voice. “Oh really? How naive are you? What about the withdrawals? How will you deal with them?”

Not going how I wanted it to. “I’ll get through it. I’m tough.”

His voice comes from behind me now. “Oh, you are wrong. I’ve bribed and otherwise influenced people to get you her” I don’t like how he said influenced. “And you’re so tough that you can stop cold turkey, just like that? Good luck, no one has before. And if you’re so tough, lets see if you’re still standing after this”

I see a flash of light, and the last sensation I get is of my limp body hitting the ground.

“Wake up, Vinyl, I have many things in store for you” Runner’s voice cuts through my addled mind, waking me up. He slaps me hard on the cheek. “Are you up?” I’m a little slow, so he slaps me again, hard, on the other cheek.

“I’m up, I’m up!” I say, anything to stop him from hitting me. “Just stop hitting me, alright?”

I open my eyes, to see him backlight my some high powered industrial light. I try to look away, but I’ve been effectively blinded by that light.

“No, I don’t think I will” And with that he punches me hard in the gut. I try to double over, to curl up around the pain, but my whooves are tied behind a chair to a pipe, keeping me from doing anything but wriggling a few inches either way. My vision goes white, and I have difficulty breathing. Once my vision clears enough for me to see, I’m greeted with the sight of Runner. He’s turned off the industrial light, so the only illumination is provided by the windows up by the ceiling, letting the sunlight stream in. By the angle, its way past morning.

I scream at him in rage and pain. “Why are you doing this to me? What did I ever do to you?”

He laughs again. That is getting fucking annoying. “Because, my dear, you aren’t buying what I have to sell anymore. So you wouldn’t be dependent on me anymore. And if you don’t depend on me, what’s to stop you from telling the police? I decided to have a little fun before I decide to drug you or kill you, one of the two” He walks towards me, and he steps into one of the patches of light from the windows. He is a dark grey, his mane a jet black. His eyes are a light blue.

“I promise to not say anything! Just let me go! Please!” I plead with him.

“No, I don’t think I will. How do I know you will keep you promise?”

I sit, waiting for the next blow to come. He walks around me, looking at me, evaluating, calculating. I wait until he’s coming around to my front again, before I stick out my leg and trip him. He faceplants. When he stands up, I’m greeted with the satisfaction of seeing that I made his nose bleed.

“Little bitch. Can’t just sit and take it, can you?” With that, he viciously hits me in the ribcage. I can hear multiple snaps. The pain makes me white out for a few moments, until it fades to just an extremely painful dull throbbing. I sit there, unable to breath, the breath knocked out of me. I feel as though I may pass out, unable to breath, but, whether it’s a blessing or a curse, my breath returns. I take in one deep breath, but I immediately have to cough up blood from my broken ribs.

“Didn’t like that, did you? Just like I didn’t like you tripping me. Now sit, and be nice, or I’ll have to be worse to you than I already am” he says, relishing the power he has over me. and I hate him for it.

I cough another bit of blood from my throat, before speaking. “I would laugh at the thought of me being nice to you, but I can’t”

“You have quite a mouth, don’t you? You’re gonna have to pay for that” He says. He backhands me viciously. “Now shut it. Don’t make me kill you”

“Kill me” I say. “You know you want to. I can see it in your eyes. You hate me” And I can. I can see it in him. He’s holding back. He hates me, and I hate him.

“There’ll be time for that later. But first, I’m gonna have a little fun” he walks off.

“Leaving me so soon?” I shout to his back. I don’t know where I’m pulling all this attitude from, but I know I’m going to pay for it.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back. Just gonna let you starve out a little. I think that’ll teach you a lesson”

I strain as hard as I can against the rope holding my hooves together. They won’t budge though, and all I’m getting is a sore on my wrists for trying. A little twia-kwon-do would be useful right about now.

I sit there, waiting. The sunlight streaming in changes from white, to orange, to red, and then it finally sets. I have sit in a single chair, arms tied behind me for a single day. Where does everyone think I’ve gone?

Author's Note

Well, I'm adding some grimdark elements to it. Comment if you like it or not, what you'd like to see in upcoming chapters, that kind of stuff. I'm open to ideas, it's just if you want them heard, you have to say them. Nothing is written in stone yet, in fact, I finished this chapter and right away posted it.

I do not own any of the songs used, nor do I claim any credit for them. They are owned by their respective owners.

I need one more character never in the shows. Someone give me a name please (this would be a good time for one of my reader to guest star in here hinthint)

Enjoy.

Dat plot

Octavia’s point of view

I lay on my bed, thinking of what I just did. I look down, and see the wet spots where my tears fell. What I did was right, but that doesn’t make it any easier or less painful. I walk downstairs to the kitchen, and look out the window at where Vinyl just walked out. I can see her out there right now, looking for where to go. She looks back one last time at the house. I feel like she knows I’m in the window, looking right here. It feels as though she’s looking right at me. I hold the gaze that may or may not be directed at me, hoping that she’ll come running back inside our house, that I’ll fold here inside my embrace, and never let her leave like that again. But then I think for a moment, and my resolve hardens. I told her to leave. She left. Done.

I try not to think about where she’ll be tonight, the fact that I probably just ruined her life, that now she’ll probably be living on the streets, begging for any little bit that a passing stranger may have to spare, as I make my coffee.

I look at the clock, realizing I have to be on stage in an hour. I grab a donut and rush out the door.

I’m up on stage, all the assorted musicians in front of their respective instruments, the audience sitting on their chairs before us, waiting for us to start. For us to take center stage.

The conductor gets up on his podium, taps his baton, and we get started.

Now this is music, not the noise that Vinyl plays. Soaring notes, followed by quiet ones, all tied into one overarching melody. And yet, after so long of listening to Vinyl’s music, I miss the sounds that aren’t in a symphony. The bass, the synth, the drums.

I play my cello, but my mind doesn't listen to just it. It listens to how Vinyl would add to it. The orchestra plays on, but my head listens differently.

Next thing I know, it's the intermission. The conductor walks up to me. "What's wrong, Octavia? You're hitting all the right notes, but your heart doesn't seem to be in it"

"I'm sorry, Melodic Keys, just some issues rose up at home" I say, trying to hold back the pain of what I've done.

"It's that DJ Pon3, isn't it?" He can tell by the look on my face. He dissaproves of her, but he knows I'm hurting. Me and him have been friends for a long time. He's the only one that knows my secret. The only one I can trust with it. My mind remembers the night he found out.

It was about three and a half years ago. Me and Melodic Keys had just joined the orchestra, and I had just moved in with Vinyl. Me, him, and Vinyl went to a high class bar to celebrate our exceptance. Vinyl had drank at least twice the amount of alcohol as me and Keys combined. She was laying down in one of the booths, passed out. It takes a lot to make her pass out. Me and Keys were both drunk, though, and we were laughing and talking like we had both turned into Pinkie Pie. Very uncharacteristic of us both. He had just finished a joke, and I had just finished laughing at it. He got this serious face on.

'You know, Tavi, me and you have been friends for years. And I really loved spending this time together. Do you think we could do it again sometime?'

'Are you asking me out? No, I'm sorry, you're my friend, and I cherish this bond we have. And anyways, I have my eyes on somepony else'

'Oh. Who?'

'I won't tell you her name, but she is into the complete opposite musical genre as us'
His eyes widen as he processes what I said. 'Just don't tell anypony, alright? Especially not her' he nods, eyes still wide. 'I knew I could count on you' I kiss him on the cheek

He drops the subject. "Go home, Tavi, you can have the next week off"

"Thanks, Keys" I kiss him on the cheek.

The next day

I wake up in Vinyl's bed, like I do everytime she's not home. I just love how it smells, this scent I can't describe with words, but suits her perfectly. I lay in bed, letting the morning hours slip by as I'm wrapped in her blankets, when I hear a knock on the door.

"Coming!" I shout. I pound down the stairs. Standing on my doorstep is three ponies; Jason, my Whoovesy (I would be bi for only one stallion, and that is him), and some attractive mare. I let them come in, and we sit in my living room, my in my recliner, them in the sofa. I try and listen to what they say, but my eyes and mind keep getting pulled back to that mare. I only get the broad concepts of what they're saying; that she, the mare, is a guy from earth, but now he is a she and she's here.

And she can manipulate the universe, which she demonstrates by making a Mtn. Dew can appear. I fake argue with her, but she doesn't take the bait. Then the male, human version of her appears, says some stuff, and then promptly leaves. Shortly after, she leaves too.

"Damn" I say, talking about the look I got at her plot right before she teleported. Jason gives me a look, but I brush it aside. After seeing it, I can't get that plot outta my head. And I thought Vinyl had a nice one.

Author's Note

Hey, sorry if it seems like Octavia just changes mid chapter. I wrote the first half a while ago, and the second half now. But yeah, the story kinda pulled me in this direction, so I let it go there.

It's a little odd, because the entire time keeps i keep remembering that 'that mare' is me. I guess I have a sexy plot in my stories? I have no clue.

Anyways, this is the first time where my two chapters perfectly correspond in a chronological sense.

Enjoy!

The king

I wake to the jab of a needle into my chest.

"Good morning, darling. I'm glad you could join me. Just to make sure you don't quit on me yet, I'm gonna give you an adrenaline boost, alright?"

I open my mouth, but he just laughs. "Bitch, you think I want your response? I'm gonna do it whether you want me to or not. Suck it up"

He pushes down on the syringe, and I can feel the adrenaline rush into my system, feel it kick in. And I can feel it really kicks my magic into overdrive. I wait until his back is turned before I make my move. I use my boosted magic to untie my hands, although I don't do anything yet. I need to take him by surprise.

He turns around with a short, thick, razor sharp blade in his hand. "What should I start with? I know!" And with that he stabs downwards towards my knee. I whip one of my hooves around, and knock the knife out of his hand. I pull it back to punch him, and I throw my punch. It hits him square on his shoulder, but its my hoof that takes damage.

"Your fiesty. I love that in a mare, they're always extraordinary in bed.

"Sick bastard" I spit at him.

He slaps me. "Don't worry. I like it rough. You should see this whip I have" he says while smiling.

He roughly throws me back into my chair. He seems to pull a pair of hoof cuffs from mid air, then proceeds to walk behind me, and hoof cuff me behind the pipe again. He walks, and picks up his knife.

"Do you know why I do this? Because I am anarchy walking, chaos incarnate. I learned the benefits of it, and so shall the world. Unfortunately for you, you want live to see tomarrow morning. And I want to be king of that chaos, that anarchy. I want to rule over the discord. After all, discord is magic.

He looks me over, as if I'm some cut of meat he's admiring. "Where to begin? I want to save enough of you so I can use you tonight... The knees it is" he proceeds to stab my under the knee cap, severing tendons.

I scream. I scream until my vocal cords break and then I scream some more before stopping.

"Do you know why I use a knife, instead of some other tool? It's because, this way, I get to know you better as a pony. I get to prolong this delightful experience for as long as I can. And, at the end, I can find out if your a coward, if you'll beg for the release of death" he continues cutting under my knee cap, until it's completely severed off. He holds it up infront of me. "You want to submit now? Do you want death?"

I raise my chin defiantly at him. He glances behind him. "She's almost here. You're gonna get death, whether you want it or not. I was gonna cut you up, then re write this story so that you were healed enough to night so we could have some gory fun, but I guess not. I'm almost here, so you must leave. Good night"

He leans in to kiss me, and I lean back trying to avoid him. He grabs my mane, and roughly pulls my head forward, almost ripping my hair out.

He leans out, and then stabs me in the heart. I can feel the icy coldness of it plunge downwards, into my heart. I can feel the tip of it puncture my heart, and then feel my heart proceed to rip itself to shred by beating. He twists the knife, causing more pain then I ever thought possible. He pulls it out, and blood flows out of the wound like a river. A puddle quickly forms under my hooves.

He pulls a card out of thin air, and inserts it into the gaping knife wound. It's a king of hearts. And so, I die.

Author's Note

These last few days, I've been in a really great mood. I have also written a few grimdark chapters in those day. I hope those two are completely unrelated. Creepy if writing dark makes me really happy, right?

So, I decided to kill Vinyl. And look at what 'Runner' says. Maybe he's something else, other then pure pony? How he can make objects just appear?

I think I have a way to resurrect Vinyl, but she won't quiet be the same.

Enjoy!

Hey Everypony

Hey everyone, sorry for the long wait. Before you read the next chapter, you need to at least read the last two chapters of ‘A Glitch in the Program’ to understand why Vinyl is back alive again, along with some other things, like why her, Celestia, and Rainbow Dash are all at Derpy’s, with no clue how they got there. It would also be helpful to read ‘A Sequel to my Little Dashie’.

(Insert link to hey sound by vinyl scratch)

“Wake up, Vinyl” A voice reaches into my consciousness. I groan, and open my eyes. I was having a very vivid dream of my and my friend Sound. I’m in an unfamiliar house, with Rainbow Dash and Celestia standing next to me. Wait, what?

“Where did you two come from?” I ask them.

Rainbow dash smiles. “I dunno, but I ain’t arguing with it. Last thing I remember is falling asleep, and then waking up here. I tried talking to Celestia here, but she aint sayin nothing”

“Hm” is the only response I have. I’m too wrapped up in my own thoughts. Something happened, something bad, but it’s almost as though those memories have been deleted. Just erased. And in their absence, my mind is thinking about my old college friend Sound. I can’t remember his full name, Hard Sound, or something.

Celestia is looking out the window, but Dash notices my disconnected look. “Whassup, Vinyl?”

“Nothing, just thinking about an old friend of mine” She nods, and looks out the window.

Why haven’t I talked to sound for so long? Something happened, something that ruined our friendship, or whatever we may have had. He lied about something, I think.

And then, of course my mind switches to more present problems. I don’t feel the need for that drug anymore, which is good, but will Octavia let me back in?

Celestia talks for the first time since I woke up. “I’m sorry, but I must leave. I must check up on my sister. Tell whoever the owner of this house is thank you for watching us for whatever reason”

She gets up, and walks out the front door, immediately taking flight.

All of a sudden, a grey mare with yellow hair and blue eyes walks in from what I assume is the kitchen, carrying a tray of muffins. “Hey, everypony. Glad to see your all up. Muffin?” She asks, holding the tray to us.

I take one to be polite. As I bite into it, I notice that, instead of blueberries or something, theres little tiny muffins baked into it. Odd. “Who are you? And why are we here?” I ask.

“Well, the three of you had a bit of an accident. I can’t really tell you more than that. But I decided to help you. My names Ditzy Doo, but everyone calls me Derpy”

A look of recognition flashes across Dash’s face. “Oh, you. I remember you know. Didn’t you destroy the mayors office or something like that?”

“Yeah” she says ashamedly “I just don’t know what went wrong”

“It’s fine. We all make mistakes” Dash comforts her.

“So uh, Derpy, thanks for watching us after... Whatever happened. Say, would you like to have supper at my place?” I look out the window, checking the time. Probably about four. Perfect.

Her face lights up like a christmas tree. “Really?!” Her wings flare out, and almost knock over a lamp on a table. I manage to catch it in my magic aura just in time. “Hehehe. Thanks, Vinyl.”

“Yeah, don’t mention it. Come on, lets head to my, I mean Tavi’s place” The pain of calling it her place, instead of our’s is almost too much. It’s like a knife in my heart. That phrase sends the back of my mind bubbling with something, but I can’t tell what. I try to blink away the tears, I can’t let others see my pain. I push it down, suppress it like I’ve managed to do with most other things. Many other things.

Dash noticed my hesitation. “What's up, Vinyl? Something wrong?”

“No, nothing. Just got something in my eye” I say, trying to hide the fact that I’m tearing up. I blink, and then turn away, towards the door, saying “Come on, lets go”

We spend about half an hour walking towards... Tavi’s house. I want to call it home, but I don’t know if I can. Home is where the heart is, but that heart has been broken.

I walk up the front steps, and it seems as though I’m just following the routine that I would at three in the morning, coming home from the club, just at a different time. I turn off the street sidewalk, into the yard. I go up our personal sidewalk, up to the front steps leading to the door. Normally, I’d now pull out my key and walk right in. Even though I still have my key, It wouldn’t feel right to use it. Instead, I knock.

I hear footsteps coming down the stairs, slowly, muffling the sound of voices, many of them, and then the front door opens. It’s Octavia.

I stand there, looking at her, while she looks at me. She glances at the other two, but for the most part her eyes are locked onto mine.

After what seems like multiple eternities, she finally makes the first move. She walks up to me, and enfolds me tightly in a hug. “I missed you” she whispers into my mane. My hooves are hanging awkwardly by my side, and so I slowly raise them, and wrap them around her. I Rest my head on her shoulder, as she’s always been a few inches taller then me. It’s been so long since I’ve smelt her coffee scented mane. I pull her closer, loving the contact between us.

“I missed you too. I can’t explain how much I missed you”

“So where have you been these last two weeks?”

“What? I’ve been gone two weeks?”

“Yeah. You’ve had me, Bass, Synth, Jason, Whooves, and even my cousin super worried”

“Wait, you cousin? Lyra?”

“Yeah, even she helped out in trying to find you. But you vanished. Off the map, as Mr. Dash would say”

Rainbow Dash’s ears perk up at that. “Dad’s here?”

“Oh my god. Rainbow Dash, that’s you? Yeah, he’s upstairs. Go, I’m sure he’d love to see you”

Dash barrels past us, and runs up the stairs. We stand there, watching her run in. As soon as she’s out of earshot, Octavia says “We should go upstairs and talk. There’s a lot we need to discuss. The reason I kicked you out to begin with to begin with. Let’s go” She finally lets me go, and we walk in together.

We get to the top floor, and I can see everyone sitting on the couch, the lay-z-boy, and even on the desk chair for my laptop. Mr. Dash is sitting right next to Rainbow Dash, arm around her protectively; Lyra is sitting in her own odd way, a My Little Human shirt on; Renegade Bass is sitting on my chair, possibly messing around on my laptop; and Harmonious Sy quickly push the thoughts out of my head. The only important person we’re missing is Hard Sound, and I don’t know if I even want him here.

The second I step into the room, all eyes focus on me. “Hey, everypony”

Author's Note

Well, I decided that Lyra and Octavia are related, since they both play stringed instruments. I don't have much time, So I'm going to come back tomorrow and finish what I want to say about the story at this point. See you tomorrow.

Quickly, into the Tardis

I’m sitting in my desk chair (after kicking Bass out of it, who’s now sitting on the couch), preparing to tell everyone as much as I can remember. Mr. Dash and Rainbow Dash had left, promising they’ll check back later. Derpy is sitting on the couch, eating a muffin. I have no clue where she got it.

“How long have I been gone again?” I ask, not believing it’s been two weeks.

“One week, six days, and we don’t know the exact hour count” Lyra says.

“Where were you? We looked everywhere, but we couldn’t find you” Octavia asks. “For some reason Mr. Dash and Whooves showed up here. We talked for a bit, and I told them about how had to go. Mr. Dash said we should go check up on you, and so I thought that the first place you would go would be to your club, seeing if you could spend the night there, or at least get a little cash. We walked there, but the manager said you had already left, with some bits she gave you. We decided to go home at that point, and wait for the next morning. Jason and Whooves stayed here. The next morning we tried to find out where Bass and Synth were at, so we again went to talk to the manager, thinking she’d know. She did, and so we went to their hotel. They said you had already left. The next week and a half we spent looking for you. I was just hoping you hadn’t bought a train ticket, and decided to move on from here. I am glad you’re back Vinyl. But where were you?”

“To tell you the truth? I don’t really know. I left their hotel to go for a walk or something... And then my memory goes blank. Next thing I remember, is waking up at Derpy’s who said she was watching me and Dash. I tried asking her why we were there, but she said she couldn’t tell us” I look at derpy.

“That’s right, I can’t tell you. I would if I could, but I can’t. I can tell you, however, that things are much better than they were before this” She says.

“And what do you mean ‘than they were before this’? And how is Dash back alive? What happened?” Dr. Whooves asked. “You know what, I’ll find out myself. I’ll go back in time, and see what happened in my Tardis. You are more than welcome to come with, Vinyl, but nopony else will fit”

Derpy gets a determined look. “I’m sorry, whoever you are, but I can’t let you do that”

“Dr. Whooves. And why the bloody hell not? We have to know!”

“I already told you, I can’t tell you. Why don’t you listen? If you go back and open up those memories, bad stuff will happen”

“What do you mean if ‘I open those memories?’ And what could possibly happen from remembering something? Derpy, what is going on?” He says forcefully.

“I can’t tell you! Why don’t you listen to me?” She’s angry now.

“Fine, whatever, I’ll just go back and find out myself. I’m sure Bass would be willing to help by not letting you interfere?” He asks, looking at Bass. Bass nods in agreement. “There, see? You might as well just tell us”

“I can’t, I won’t tell you, and you’re not going to be like what I have to do if you try and go back. He warned me about this possibly happening, and gave me a way to stop it” She says, shaking. At this, Synth starts to look truly worried.

“Sure I will” He says sarcastically. A glow proceeds to fill the room, and the Tardis pops into existence. “Coming, Vinyl?” I get up, and we both proceed to walk to the call box looking device. We’re a foot away, when Whooves disappears with a startled shout and a little pop. The room is oddly silent, as we all look at Derpy. She’s panting slightly, as though she had just finished a sprint.

Octavia runs, no, flies across the room, pinning Derpy against the wall by her wings.

Mr. Dash sees what's going on, and makes an accurate guess of what was happening. “Quickly, into the Tardis. Whooves showed me how it works. Vinyl, I need you to concentrate on where and when we need to be, and then we’ll go” The two of us run into the machine, and I hold the time and place firmly in my head. Right as I was leaving Bass and Synth’s hotel. The room around us fades out. We see quick flashes of stars, galaxies, before the area around us resolves into an old abandoned warehouse. There’s a gray stallion there, with a black mane. Blood on his hooves.

Author's Note

Well, now we now what what it was that the main character's subconscious did 'A glitch in the Program'. And I just realized he doesn't have a name. And now, a little food for thought. Runner is back, but it's different. The earlier Vinyl isn't there yet. Can you spell Space-Time-Paradox?

Prologue to Confusion

He looks shocked at seeing us appear here. He looks familiar, and his looks immediately inspire hate in me.

I look at Mr. Dash. “Where are we?”

He’s just as confused as I am. “I dunno.You were the one tasked with location and time, not me”

The other pony brakes into our conversation. “I’m so glad that you brought me back. I know that you have questions.I can answer them, but first, let’s get out of her, alright?”

“How much do you know?” I ask. If he can give me answers, I want to have him come back. But then I look at him, and I see blood on his hooves. That, coupled with the fact that my mind instinctively hates him, makes me worry. Better to be on the safe side. “Just one question. Why do you have blood on your hooves?”

“I know quite a lot, Vinyl. And what blood? Why would there be blood on my hooves?” He holds his perfectly pristine hooves up, showing me that they’re clean.

“I could've sworn there was blood on your hooves... How can I trust you though?”

“You can’t. I don’t know if they wiped this part of your memory also, but even though you didn’t like me, you still trusted me”

“Alright, I’m going to trust you then. I’m sure you can fit in the Tardis?” I look at Mr. Dashas I ask this.

“Yeah, he can squeeze in, I’m sure. What's your name?”

“Runner. Night Runner” He says.

The three of us walk towards the Tardis, and if I would’ve looked around a little, I would’ve seen my dead body tied to a chair, dried blood coming from my knee and a stab wound in my heart. I also would’ve seen Dr. Whooves almost dead form, the blood still flowing, not yet dried, reaching out a hoof to us, to save him. But I didn’t look, and I didn’t see it.

The three of us pack back into the tardis, and I can feel my shoulder grind up against Runner’s. My mind screams that this isn’t right. ‘Shut up!’ I scream back at it. Since Mr. Dash knows where and when we’re going, he takes over the transportation. I look down at Runner’s flank, to see his cutie mark, and it’s a black zero, outlined in green.

I’m treated to the same view of the universe, before the the room rematerialises. Everpony has calmed down, and are sitting there, Whooves not back yet. The three of us spill out of the Tardis onto the floor. Runner is the first one up, and the first pony he sees is Derpy. He looks at her for a moment, then proceeds to tackle her to the floor.

“She’s one of the ones out to get you! Help me hold her before she uses her power again!”

At first I doubt what he’s saying, but then when he mentions the powers she has, I believe him. I pin her down, while Runner focuses on her. “Off, now” He says to me. I get off her, and a green plasma-like substance forms a box, and traps her inside.

I immediately get ready to attack Runner. “Then why do you have odd powers like her?” I ask him, warming up my magic. I’ll have to subdue him quick, I don’t know what he’s capable of. But it would be a losing fight for me, and I know it.

“Because, she was like me, given a gift from a god. But she used those gifts for her own purposes, instead of for the benefit of others. For some reason, she started hunting you down, and me, being the good person I am, started defending you. Eventually, she managed to turn another pony that had gifts to her side, and they wiped your memory. And then you woke up at her house, for whatever reason. As for how Rainbow Dash got there, I don’t know. I fear they have some sort of master plot. I made the mistake of leaving you for a while, which is when they captured you. I’m sorry”

I’m about to respond, when the wall facing the outside is blown outwards, and a pony is standing there, the sun directly behind him, floating in midair.

“Speak of the devil, there he is” Runner says. “Everpony that wants to live, get behind me now!”

Bass Cannon Some Bitches!

Not knowing what to do, I blindly listen to him, and get behind him. I look at Derpy, and she looks happy that this pony has arrived. I look closer at him (and it is a stallion), and I can make out his basic features. White coat, a light green mane, and a horn. He’s a unicorn. But then he flares out his wings and flies into the room. Impossible. Stallions can’t be Alicorns, can they? I’ve never heard of one. Now that he’s in the room, with the sun no longer behind him, I can make out his cutie mark. A white 1, outlined in green.

He looks at us, looks over at Derpy, nods at her, and then back at Runner. Not saying a word. His horn glows white, and I can feel myself being lifted into the air. I look at the others, and they’re all suspended in a white aura also. I struggle against it, but it’s pointless, his grip is too strong. I look around the house looking for something I can use, but I find nothing other than the furniture. I try to pick up the sofa using my magic, but it’s too heavy. I can do complicated things with my magic, but I don’t ever have a lot of power behind it.

I look at Derpy, who’s concentrating so hard her face turned red. I don’t know what she’s trying to do, but then the green cell thing disappeared. She falls heavily to the ground, then walks over to the new comer. “Glad to see you’re back, Walker” She says to him, Walker.

He looks over at her, nods, and ruffles her mane. He still hasn’t said anything, a fact that Derpy has picked up on. “What’s wrong, Boss?” He shakes his head no, and then looks back to Runner, pointing one hoof at him.

Runner laughs. “Ooh, a hoof. Scary! What you gonna do? Shoot lightning bolts? Good luck, Emperor”

At that, Walker just smiles. He lifts his hoof violently, and Runner is sent flying into the ceiling.

He falls back down heavily, and picks himself up off the ground. “Still too weak” He says, spitting out blood. He runs at walker, tackling him out the gaping hole in the wall. I struggle against my restraints, trying to free myself, but it’s useless.

I hear a muffled explosion from outside, and I fall to the ground, free. I get up, and sprint over to the hole in the wall.

I see Walker slowly getting up off the ground, with Runner standing above him, smiling insanely. I’m starting to doubt my choice to bring him back with me. Runner takes a step forward, coming within striking distance of him, and Walker slides onto his back, and tries to push himself backwards away from him. Runner lunges forward, and tries to grab him. Walker falls backwards, and then tries to kick his legs out from under him. Runner takes a step back, and then stomps hard onto Walker’s outstretched leg. The crunch is audible from up here on th second story of the house. I look at his leg, and I can see the bones sticking out of it.

Derpy dives downwards out of a cloud, heading straight for Runner. She’s going to fast to stop and land safely, but then I realize that she’s intending to use Runner’s body to break her fall. Runner advances on Walker, oblivious to the gray missile heading right for him. Runner picks Walker up by the shoulders, and holds him out at arm length. Runner then slams Walker to the ground, and then laughs he tries to get up. That laugh is cut short when Derpy almost crashes into him. At the last moment, Runner takes a step back, grabs Derpy around the neck, and slams her head first into the ground. Her body bounces back up into the air once, and then falls back down, not getting up. By this time, I know that I made a mistake in trusting Runner. If he was the good guy he said he was, he would’ve held back a little on how viciously he attacked them. And how could Derpy be a bad person?

I look around, trying to find some way to help, but theres nothing I can do. I jump down from the hole in the wall, not caring about my own safety anymore. I have a feeling that if this isn’t stopped soon, the fighting between these three will start to damage other ponies property. And as if I can predict the future with my thoughts, Runner proceeds to pick up Derpy’s unconscious body, and throw her through the wall of the neighbor’s house with so much force that she probably goes through a second interior wall. I land, and I can feel the shock of it travel up my legs. I twist one of my knees, but I rush forwards to Walker, knowing that much more will be at stake than just a twisted knee if I don’t hurry. I slide to a stop next to Walker, while Runner is occupied with Derpy, and whatever may be in that house. I try and get him to sit up, and I see that he’s unconscious. I shake him, even though that’s probably not good for someone with head trauma, but what else can I do?

He eventually opens his eyes, and the first they focus on are me. His hooves reach up and grab me, instinctively defending himself. He sees it’s me, and relaxes his grip. So he’s not the bad person that Runner made him out to be. He goes limp for a moment, and my arm around his back takes nearly all his weight. He rolls off my arms, and tries standing up, forgetting about his broken leg. He gets up, and then collapses, his leg unable to support him. Unable to walk, he tries dragging himself towards Runner. Bass is by my side now, having taken the stairs down instead of jumping, and drapes one of Walker’s arms over his shoulder, helping him limp along. I take the other one, taking some of his weight. We walk him into the building that Runner and Derpy disappeared in, looking for anyone. I see a small child on the steps leading to the upstairs, and I tell it to go outside, and take it’s parents with it.

Walker gets out of our grip, and his leg is already healed somehow. We stand there for a moment, surprised, before following. He leads us on, going through the multiple holes through the walls in this house. How hard did he throw her? We walk out of the first house, and walk into a second house. The outer wall is also smashed, but the second wall is just severely cracked. We can see blood stains from where a body was dragged.

We follow the stains, and they lead to the basement of the house. There, we find the comatose body of Derpy. I check for a pulse, and it takes me awhile to find one, and when I do, it’s weak and off beat. “I’ll take her back” I say, picking her up in my arms.

She’s heavy, but in a dead-weight type of way. I tell myself not to think like that, but I can’t help it. I walk out the front door, and walk down the sidewalk back to my house, Derpy in my arms. Everypony in the general area knows something is happening, and they’re hiding in their houses.

I look down at the almost dead pegasi in my arms. She looks so peaceful, just laying there, as though she doesn’t have a care in the world. I check her pulse again as I walk in the front door. It’s gone.

“Help!” I shout. “Lyra,come here, I might need your help” I hear everyone rush to where I am. I walk as quickly as I can into the living room, and lay her down on one of the sofa. I know what I’m going to try and do, I learned it in a college class I went to to get a few extra credits. I have to use my magic to jumpstart her heart. I’ve never been good at this, though.

I focus, but all I manage to do is make a little spark that singes a little fur. Lyra’s right next to me now, along with everypony else, so I let them take over. I run to the storage room on the first floor, looking for a certain device of mine. I find it, and power it up, hearing the familiar bass hum of it. Time to find Runner, and Bass Cannon some bitches.

Author's Note

Well, more evidence if you needed it of my horrible writing style. I originally wanted this to be a romance featuring Octavia and Vinyl, complicated by some ponies she meets. Now it seems like it's turning into a Dark Comedy. Wonderful. Well, I gotta go now. Gonna Bass Cannon my whale of a stepmother. I just hope the sound waves don't bounce off her blubber and come back at me...

Just My Bass Cannon

I walk out of my front door, pushing the amped up speaker in front of me. It’s heavy, but I’m used to pushing it around to my gigs. I have multiple settings on it. Stun is what I used on Mr. Dash before. Bass is the setting I normally put it on for my gigs. But this time, I turn it up past stun, higher than I ever put it before. “Well, looks like I’m not putting my phaser on stun this time. Sorry, Spock” I mutter to myself.

I push my homemade contraption down the street, warning anypony I meet to get inside. I see flashes of light up ahead, where Runner must obviously be. I push harder, and I’m almost there. I round the final corner to see Runner backed into a corner, Walker and Bass facing him down.

Runner’s horn glows, charging up his magic. Walker falters, but Bass keeps going further. Runner then unleashes a beam of pent up energy, hitting Bass square in the chest. He’s sent flying backwards. Almost as if in slow mo, I watch him fly over my shoulder. He looks at me and makes eye contact, and all I see in his face is fear. That, more than anything, pushes me on. I have to stop him.

Walker is hit next. He’s a bit stronger, and manages to stand for a while, before the beam knocks him out also. Now’s my time.

Runner laughs. “And so falls the last defender of Equestria.I’m going to love ruling over you all” He gloats.

“Guess again” I say, as I warm up my machine.

He looks at me. “Hm? And what might that be?” He asks, referencing my Bass Cannon.

I grab my shades, and slip them on over my eyes. That familiar shade of purple settles over everything, and I can feel my confidence welling up inside me. “Oh, nothing special, JUST MY BASS CANNON!” With that, I swing my hoof down on the red button labeled ‘Fire’. A wave of wubs jet out of the speaker, and it takes form as a light blue beam, matching my hair color.

Runner is hit dead center by it, and is sent flying backwards by it, and the force of it gouges out the earth around him. He smashes into the wall of a house behind him. I change the setting on my cannon from stun, to kill. I walk up to him, and point the Bass Cannon right at him. “Any last words?” I ask, standing above him.

He coughs, and then smiles a little. “That things power level... Is over 9,000!”

I just roll my eyes, and hit the fire button one last time.

I’m back in the house now, standing next to Derpy’s dead body. Everypony is standing next to me. I look over at Bass, who had a broken leg, but had it healed by Walker. Walker is standing there, looking at Derpy, tears running unashamedly down his face. An unfamiliar voice speaks. It’s soft, yet has authority. “Good bye” If I wasn’t looking at Walker, I wouldn’t have known it was him. He seems to fade out of existence, and just like that, he’s gone.

Derpy sits bolt upright, gasping for breath. We all cheer, but I’m the only one who saw what happened to him. Derpy also seems to know, as she looks at me and seems to instantly know my sorry.

Theres a knock on the door, so I go to check it. I walk into the entry room, and open the door. Dr. Whooves is standing there, looking confused. “Where were you?” I ask him.

“I don’t know. I think I was dead, I was in this kind of inbetween area, neither dead nor alive. This pony appeared, and showed me a door. I walked through it, and I appeared on your front step. And then you opened it” He explains. I take his answer, and lead him into the living room were Derpy also just returned from the land of the dead.

Derpy see’s the Doctor, and immediately starts to apologize. “Whooves, I’m so sorry. I just had to move you, you see, I couldn’t let this happen, and when the other two continued on, all this happened...”

“All what happened?” He asks.

“I’ll show you” I saw, and lead him upstairs. But the wall is whole. I look outside, and everything is normal. “Never mind” I saw.

I walk into my room, and sit on my bed, overwhelmed. I see a piece of paper on my bedside table, and pick it up and read it.

Vinyl Scratch-

I’m not a pony. Not a normal one, in any case. I was made by a human author (Yes, there are Humans, you may even meet a few), and I came to Equestria for some reason I didn’t know at the time. I sacrificed myself the first time to save your land from destruction by a human hacker, and after words, my spirit, soul, whatever you want to call it was integrated into this world. It’s hard to explain, So I’ll just tell you the result. Equestria is soon to be attacked by a massive spaceship, and you play a pivotal role. I can’t tell you more without breaking this world, but I’m here as a kind of Guardian Angel.

-Day Walker

Author's Note

check out the epilogue, it provides a teaser for the next piece of work I'll be doing, along with me talking a little bit about the story.

Epilogue

One Year Later

It’s been almost an entire year now since that day, and things have gone well, but not exactly perfect. Me and Tavi are back in the same house again, having made up. Bass and Synth have moved somewhere, I haven’t seem them in how long.

I can’t get Hard Sound out of my head, but I can’t remember any more about him other than we went to college together, and then... something. I don’t know what.

I’ve been seeing this stallion in town recently, named Macintosh. Isn’t very talkative, but he’s nice. It’s nice to be around someone like him, calm and controlled, compared to my compulsiveness. I think Octavia might be a little jealous. Wouldn’t be the first time.

I’ve heard some news reports about some massive meteor or something up in space, and that in a year or so it’ll be really close to our planet. Even though it’s been a little over a year since it all happened, and nothing since has changed, I have a gut feeling that the whatever it is is going to start something. I know it’s just wishful thinking that what that letter said is true, that if something were to happen we’d know by know. But i can’t hold back that little spark of anticipation I have.

Author's Note

I know this isn't a very large chapter, probably under one hundred words, I felt I just needed a little bit of a tie in to the next story. On that subject, I might not start it until next school year, but there's a small chance I'll be able to post chapters from my Ipod. I don't know, I'll see. This is, however, the last chapter for this story.

I hoped you enjoyed it!