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// Octavia 
// Story: Diary of a DJ 
// by XyroX 
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When I entered the door, I knew immediately that something was wrong. I spotted a tiny pool of blood on the floor, and some of the furniture was turned over.

“Vinyl? Are you alright? Vinyl??”

Nothing. I rushed upstairs into her room, but it was empty. Except… her diary lied on the bed, wit ha pen next to it like she was just writing into it when things went wrong. I risked a look… and suddenly understood it all. Vinyl was in danger, and I had to help her! But what should I do? I don’t even have magic! Calling Princess Celestia or Luna wouldn’t be the best idea, as they seemed to be involved into this, according to Vinyl’s entries. So what to do?

Princess Twilight will know. As one of the elements of harmony, I’m sure she isn’t involved into whatever is going on there. She will help me.

And she did… somehow. At least she used her magic to find Vinyl, but she said she couldn’t do any more without informing Celestia first, and I was sure that this wouldn’t help me. So I had to take things into my own hoof. 

It was a huge abandon factory hall, a few miles away from Ponyville. All the windows were damaged, so were the lights, but it still was bright outside, so I was able to take a look inside. Somepony had build up a round room in the middle of the hall, like a ball hanging from the ceiling. I couldn’t see any guards, but of course that doesn’t mean they’re not here. I have to figure out a plan.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

See? There are always guards. 





He brought me right into that weird round room I could see from the outside. Next to a metal table I spotted a stallion with dark grey mane and coat and two strings, twisted around each other with several horizontal connections, like a ladder, and a little 3 next to it as his cute mark.

“Look who we have there. You must be Octavia. I heard so much about you! Look Vinyl, we have a guest!”

Vinyl? Where is-

Now I noticed that the table wasn’t empty. Vinyl was bound to it in a little pony-shaped hollow. 

This is not going how I hoped it would…