//------------------------------// // Chapter 1 // Story: Journal of a DJ // by XyroX //------------------------------// Dear Diary, Today wasn’t the best day in my life. Actually, it was one of the worst. I don’t want to describe every little thing, but I’ll sum it up quick: Ruben horsenapped me and brought me to Nick, who wanted to make me some kind of mother for the next generation of his sick clone ponies to take over Equestria, than Octy showed up, blah blah blah, and finally Ruben turned against Nick to save us and destroyed the laboratory with some badass bomb. Yeah, that should be all. After I went home, I first tried to wake up Octy somehow (with all matters I had, including slapping her and douse her with ice cold water, in all the films that always works), but this damn medicament is still in her, so she still sleeps. I’m not the best one with healing spells, but I know enough to see that she isn’t in acute danger, she’ll wake up as soon as this stuff is out of her body. I just have to wait… Oh, yes, there was one more thing. As I said, Ruben destroyed the lab with a bomb, and of course Celestia and Luna aren’t so happy about any bombs blowing off in Equestria, so they showed up a few hours ago and I had to explain it all. I don’t know if they believe me, but what could they do? Thanks to this ‘nuke’, how Luna called it, there isn’t much left to take evidences from. They shut off a wide area around the bombs impact, nopony can get into there, they said something about dangerous radiation, I have no idea what they mean, but I didn’t had in mind to go back there anyway. I still have a few days off, so I think I’ll just relax a bit, calm down after all this stress. Plus, I still don’t know how to feel about Ruben… I really had deep feelings for him, but were they worth it? I mean, he was just a toy for Nick to get me, but than he saved us after all. It’s all so weird, my feelings are totally mixed up, somewhere between love, hate and total confusion. Maybe Octy can help me through this, once she finally wakes up. I didn’t even mention her condition towards the princesses, I don’t want them to take her with them. I want to be with her when she wakes up, so I’ll be able to explain everything to her, help her understand what happened and maybe calm her down, who knows what trauma this experience could have caused to a sensitive pony like her? Oh, almost forgot: I finally finished my song for Octy! The moment I saw her in this fabric hall it just ran into my mind how I can finally do this darn part in the end I was struggling with all the time. It’s weird that I figured that out in a moment like this. Anyway, she’ll love it! Maybe I should play it right now, who knows, maybe some wubs can cure unconsciousness? Let me try… Nope. No chance to wake her up, no matter how loud I turned it. All these wubs, wasted! Nopony around to enjoy them! Well, except our neighbors, but you get my point. Man, sometimes I hate being me. Why have I always to be so impatient? I just can’t wait to see her face when she hears it! But I guess I should clean up a bit as long as she sleeps. Maybe the bass could have accidentally broken some glasses. But I got this, that’s no problem for Vinyl Scratch! I admit, cleaning up is a problem for Vinyl Scratch. I’m just not a mare to make things clean and tidy up, I’m a mare to kick neatness in the face and throw some dirty wubs in the crowd. But I don’t have to tell this to you, book, right? You know me. You understand me. Aaaand I just spilled my Captain Trixie all over you, sorry. Cleaning made my thirsty, so I thought it was a good idea to take a drink, and this beautiful bottle filled with the gold-yellow fluid of pure joy caught my eyes right away. Now you finally can get an imagine of the taste! Yes, soak it all up into your dry pages! What’ya say? Exactly! Oh, I think I just got off topic. Yeah, as I said, cleaning was a problem for me. All these sharp shards, my hoof looks like a filly tried to draw onto it with a red marker. I still don’t know how that could happen, I mean I didn’t even touch them to pick them up, I’m a unicorn after all! I bet that’s the reason why I don’t have a cleaning cutie mark. I would be a horrible charmare, cutting myself, setting the couch on fire, stuff like that. But I did my best to clean this up so Octy doesn’t have to! I may not be the cleanest pony, but I certainly am a caring roommate and friend, especially for Octy. And even more because it may be a bit my fault that she ended up how she did right now. Though it wasn’t very nice to read my diary, I don’t think I could have overwhelmed Nick without her being there to help me getting enraged. Hm, that sounds weird. But I think you get what I mean. So yeah, I feel a bit guilty and I have to do something for her as a little thank you. With a little touch of screw you for reading my diary. Sounds about fair, doesn’t it? I thought about making her some awesome meal, but we both know that wouldn’t be the best idea. I don’t think she’d like paincakes, and unfortunately that’s the only thing I can cook, though not even I like them. But for somepony who likes them, they’d be super awesome, I’m sure about that! Anyway, I have to think of a better idea. Of course I have the song, but there isn’t that touch of screw you in it I’m looking for. Maybe I should play the song while she is practicing with her cello? Well, I’m sure I’ll think of something to get this done. Oh, wait a second, I think she’s waking up!