The Violet Memoir

I’m sure plenty of you out there are wondering this, Who exactly is “Violet Lynn Scraton” and why does she look so much like Vinyl Scratch, AKA DJ P0N-3?

Yeah that is right, I used to be a DJ too. But that was back in the day, I suppose I should start at the beginning if I'm going to tell this, “what's this?” you probably asking. Well it’s my story, about my life, not many know about it, But i'll share it all with you.

Lets see, I was born into a fairly well off family, the Scraton’s, while not too well known they have money and power in Canterlot. I never thought much of it growing up, but my only friend was an Earthpony mare called Octavia, we met in school. She, like me, was from a well off family, and we became fast friends, in-fact we did everything together. We eventually both made it into High-school together, thats about the same time we began developing our differing tastes in music. she was the pride of her family, and loved classical, so much that she began taking Cello lessons. I was a little different, my family was trying so hard to mold me to be an up-tight canterlot pony, because they had managed to fail doing so on my older brother. It was hard, but I just wanted them to accept and love me, so I tried to push through. It was then that I first met my brother, he had ran away from home soon after he was old enough to be considered a Stallion.

Jedediah Flint Scraton, that was my brothers name, though he went by Zed now. At first I was scared, but the more we met each other the happier I was, he taught me about music, and eventually got me a pair of Violet goggles I loved them profusely, and would wear them everywhere. we had a set time every week to meet each other, but others started getting worried about me, as I would stay out with him later and later. That’s when Tavi met my brother, she followed me without my knowledge, and then confronted us. “So this is who you’ve been meeting? and staying out all hours of the night with?” Apparently my parents had contacted Tavi’s parents to see if we had been together, which Tavi overheard. she immediately blamed my brother, not even knowing who he was, assuming he had gotten me involved in all sorts of ridiculous things.

The confrontation with Tavi scared him, now that I think about it, more that it should have. He was always so peaceful, never wanting to fight, and rather running. So that’s what he did, he never even saw the carriage coming. Tavi panicked and made a run for home, but I had to do something, he was my brother. Sadly there wasn't anything I could do, except comfort him. That’s how my parents discovered that he was the one who I had been seeing. when they were called to identify him, and pick me up.

My life felt like a blur that night, but at school the next day, I wasn't the only one who had been effected. Tavi was a wreck, she blamed herself entirely for his death, I felt horrible myself, but I couldn't stand to see her beat herself up over this. I spent any time I had free consoling her, trying to get her to understand that she had no way of knowing that would happen, and that she had no control over the carriage. Eventually she accepted herself again, but with all that time spent in deep thought over that matter, It led to my next decision.

Even though my brother was dead, that didn't mean his dream had to die. All those nights we had met, he told me about his adventures, about everything he had done to help pony kind, and how he was using music to help spread his message. So I had made up my mind, after weeks of thinking it over during those long and now lonely nights, I would carry on his dream, I would become a DJ, and spread the message of Love and Tolerance to the ponies of Equestria.

This was no easy choice, and one I didn't want to choose alone. I waited around after school for Tavi to finish her band practice, and told her about my plan as we walked to our homes. “So, you know how us Canterlot ponies, and those with ‘High-blood’ are treated better than, say the inhabitants of Manehattan, and the inhabitants of small towns and villages are practically drained dry for resources, and treated like slave labor.” Tavi nodded back in agreeance, as this was the way it had been since long before either of us had been born. “Well my brother told me that it’s wrong, that they are no different than us, and that they should be entitled to everything we are.” Tavi looked shocked at my stating something like this. “Violet, sweetie, its just the way it is. Why if those ponies did not supply us with food, and other such things, we would starve.” Anger began to fill my face. “But what about them, their mortality rates are so high, mostly from poor healthcare, and lack of food! they can't even feed their foals, and if one of them gets sick, they don’t have trained medical ponies like we have here!” Tavi nodded, a very serious look upon her face. “Well perhaps if they grew more food, they could have more. And if they need a doctor so bad, why not send one of them to canterlot to get trained?” By this point I knew she wasn't getting it, but I tried one last time. “They already grow more than enough food for everypony, we just waste so much of it with our fancy banquets! And do you actually know how much it is to send a pony off to med-school?” “Now listen Violet, I don't know what brought up this political dribble, but it has nothing to do with us, now can we change the subject please?” I sighed heavily deciding that trying to reason wasn't my best option, and since we had spent so long arguing about it, we could see her family house up the street. “Tavi, what I'm trying to tell you is, I'm running away, to join the Free Pony Republic.” Tavi stopped in her tracks, and turned to look at me, probably hoping I was just kidding, her mouth was slightly agape, as if she was trying to think of something to say. “But Violet, thats Treason. Its-“ I quickly interrupted so to not get caught in a lecture from her. “I want to carry on my Brother’s dream, the dream of a world where ponies can live in harmony, no matter their position, bloodline, or wealth!” Tavi’s mouth quickly snapped closed, still bitter, and sore over the issue of my brother. “Oh please Tavi, won't you come with me. Out of all the ponies I can think of, I want you to come with me.” Tavi continuously looked at the ground, when she finally opened her mouth to speak her answer. “I’m sorry Violet, I can’t. My family, and school, and my cello lessons-“ She began backing toward her home as she spouted off excuses that I had already made my mind up about. I was sad, and my expression showed it, despite the fact that I didn't cry as she was backing away, but she did, just before she turned and dashed for her home.

I left my home that night, feeling broken, dejected, and alone, but I looked forward to a brighter future. I Decided that using my birth name would allow my family to find me, so I sat down and scrambled some of the letters to spell out “Vinyl Scratch” which was one of the first things my Brother showed me about DJing, The Vinyl Scratch.