I was in disbelief. For this entire year the only things I knew about Silent Chuck was that he was a wanted fugitive and that he didn't have a tongue. But this.... THIS doesn't add up at all. I've heard the pony talk before; I've seen the pony before. And she has been right under my nose this entire time. Yes, that's right, Silent Chuck is Silent Chuckette, I guess you could say.
I couldn't manage a single word. My brain was running at a million miles per hour; thinking of about a million questions. Okay, I think you've suffered enough. After a good couple seconds of eerie silence, I manage a word. "O...Oc...Octavia?" Yes, that's right, Octavia. The pony perfectly capable of speaking and is not a wanted fugitive. She is a simple, fancy, cello player living in the nicer parts of Canterlot. Even though the trench coat had only fallen off; I recognized her cutie mark immediantly.
After another awkward silence, she bows her head and takes off her disguise. Her eyes are closed and she looks disappointed. "I... I don't understand." I manage. I mean, out of all ponies, the one that I admire from afar was my mentor. Also, how come she knew about programming? And... and how did she get killer ninja moves? "I mean.... it just doesn't add up!" I add.
After yet another silence which I am starting to hate, she starts to speak in a quiet, depressed voice. "Now you know my true identity, Pillows. So please, I must ask you, I must beg of you, not to tell anyone else tha.... tha..." she broke into tears. "THAT I PLAY VIDEO GAMES!!!!!" I do my best to comfort the crying cellist-gamer. "There there.... its okay. I promise I won't tell anyone. But I still don't understand.... why do you do all this?" She looked at me with big, wet eyes. "Ever since I was little..... I loved to play the cello.... then... whe...when video games had come a...along, I was alr....eady a cellist." she stopped to wipe her eyes with her hoof. "And.... I became addicted to them! I was already to... too popular to give up on m..my career. So... I had to hide my... myself from pry..prying eyes!" she cried some more.
She was obviously hysterical and not making much sense. "So what if ponies see you playing video games? They aren't going to think less of you." She looked at me again with those same sad eyes. "But.... but I know they will. I mean, l...look at you." That hit me hard. I guess she thinks that video games make ponies seem like they're worthless. I think to myself. I knew I had to do something to help Octavia get over her fear of video game playing in public. "Octavia, I know they won't think lesser of you. I mean, you're the best cellist in Equestria! So why would anypony care if you play video games?" She just ignored me and kept sobbing. "Well then, if you won't conquer your fear, then I'll help you do it!" I say triumphantly. "Bu...but you can't make m..me do it." "Oh yes I can! I can put the next ninja infestation in your house!" It looked like Octavia just pooed herself.
"Yo.. you wouldn't!" she looked at me in disbelief. "Oh, yes I would! I know where you live!" Maybe I did that a little too harshly.... and a little bit too much like a creeper. Why? Because she started to cry again. "Octavia! Snap out of it! It's not that big of a deal! Just please work with me! Next time I'm here, we can go to the arcade and play all the video games we want! Without a disguise." I really didn't know anything else to say. I've pretty much been repeating the same thing in hopes she'll work with me. She bows her head again. "Fi...fine. I guess you do owe me something, what with all the lessons I've given you." Thank Celestia, she's sane again.
"That's another thing, where'd you learn programming?" I asked. "Oh, well, when video games came out, I bought a book called "Programming for Dum-Dums." Then I learned everything there is to know. And then, of course, I made the alter ego, Silent Chuck, to hide the fact I play video games. And then I met you and then here we are today." she said softly. After a few more hours of minor question involving personal matters, we had agreed to meet each other here next Saturday to go to the arcade.
"Bye Octavia! See ya next week!" I said as I walked down the alley. I get to my apartment to find that its already eleven forty-seven! I usually go to bed at nine since I have work in the morning! I quickly get into bed, dawn my earmuffs, and try to go to sleep. But I can't. I keep thinking of how Silent Chuck was Octavia, and all about next week when we go to the arcade. Then I realized: "Wait, are we going on a date?"
Author's Note: Sorry this chapter was a lot shorter than most. I really only wanted it to reveal who SC was, and that was it. Next chapter should be coming your way tomorrow or next week. Either way, stay tuned! :D