Responsive Things
I'm awaken by a dull red thumping sound.
My eyelids flutter open.
I lie on my couch. One half of the apartment's foyer is aglow with pale light. I realize that I've left my instruments on. For all I know, the crystalline enchantments have worn out, and I'll have to order more mana batteries from Canterlot.
Drat.
And so close to an all-important performance, too.
I yawn, fumble about the couch-side table, and pick up my shades.
I plant them on my muzzle and look to my other side.
A series of comfy... super-comfy velvet pillows lay next to me.
I smile.
There was once a time when I couldn't sleep in this domain.
Now... while having every reason to be worried and anxious... I find sleep to be such an easy thing.
Why is that?
When did I stop living each day dead?
And... for that matter... when did I stop thinking so much about it? Or stressing it?
The thumping persists. What is it? I see a black-and-white figure marinating in the eye of a dull orange hurricane across the room. Scribbler's inside. Could a bat be trying to wander in through the window?
My hooves are numb. My everything is numb. Nevertheless, I get up and slump across the apartment.
I find myself in the kitchen, staring blearily at my reflection. About halfway through the close thumping, I realize I'm staring at the kitchen window... and there's something fuzzy flouncing about on the other side of the glass.
What in Tartarus?
Without thinking, I slide the window open.
I almost instantly regret it. An upside-down fuzzy pink face screams into my muzzle:
"Vinyl Scraaaatch!"
Gnashing my teeth, I fall back on my butt.
Pinkie Pie slithers in through the windowframe like a fuchsia serpent. "Omigosh! Why weren't you answering any of the other doors windows, chimneys, or rain-spouts I was knocking on?!"
I'm still trying to catch my breath. I adjust my shades, squinting at a glowing clock to the left of me. It's four in the morning. What in Goddess' name...?!
"Heeeeee!" She bounce-bounce-bounces in front of me. "Vine Vine Vine!" She waves an envelope in my face. "You'll never... ever guess who just RSVP'd!!!"
I stare at her... gawk at her.
With a swipe, I yank the envelope out of her grip. I tear it open and stare at the words. The hoofwriting is so gorgeous... so elegant... so precise that it can only belong to one soul in the entire galaxy.
The resulting grin nearly breaks my jaw loose. My eyes moisten up as I stare up at Pinkie.
"Well?!" Pinkie quivers in place, mane flouncing. "What are you waiting for?! We gotta wake the whole town up for this!"
I nod and nod and...
Thwump!
...jump to my hooves.
Time to get to work...
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Why do I have a bad feeling about this...?
6828501 I hope
Is it Tavi
If this story ends with anything less than smiles, cuddles, and tears, it needs a Dark tag.
Simply for toying with my soul for so long.
6831627
Because you're a Star Wars character?
6831664
I know right!?
Please please please please please LET THIS WORK!
6831773 sorry I haven't seen any of the movies I'm confused lol.
YES
...How do you even manage to post so much?...
Damn fine music selection there! Painfully short, but oh so fitting. 'Time to get to work' indeed...
6831664 it's been my long standing belief that Skirts is some sort of changeling-like emotivore (emotovore? emotavore? However it's spelled) but instead of love he feeds on our despair and frustration.
Despair at all the terrible stuff that happens to his characters, and frustration at the way he can stretch stories out and tease us... Yes, I'm looking at you Appledashery!
On one hand, I'm happy that it's probably Octavia, and that she's coming back, and that our lovely main characters are reuniting. Though on the other hand, I'm sad because that probably means the story is inching ever closer to an end.
T
There was a time when I really wanted them to hook up, romantic-like. Now I'd just be happy with them being friends again. It just feels... wrong, the way things are. Y'know?
6832077 It's my running theory that deep within the bowels of a top secret Disney laboratory an army of genetically engineered super lemurs are used to collect research data on television programming. One unfortunate lemur was subjected to endlessly watching MLP:FIM and Jersey Shore, leaving the poor creature only able to express itself through ponies and misery.
Belle is going to travel across time and space to attend a music gathering in a world of ponies.
Vinyl.
You have been training for this day.
Now go get her girl.
6832540 So, in other words, a spinoff sequel of this glorious devastation is about to go down? Because I am ok with that!
this party thing they are planning is gonna have A LOT of drama i bet cx
6832077 In keeping with the Greek nomenclature "emotion eating" would be patho-vore, or philo-vore for "love eating".
Rather than providing base sustenance, Skirts likely absorbs our emotional energies to fuel his own dark literary magics. You can't resist it, your tears only make his pen harder.
Ten chapters left. Time for the grand finale!
Woohoo! Things are looking up even more!
Unless they aren't.
I'll hope they are though
Vinyl is more like Pinkie than she knows or is willing to admit, I think. Give her the right motivation and she's as much as a hyperactive party pony as The Pink One!
I can't help but feel as if the other shoe is going to drop.
OOooooooooooooo lordy lordy, please be to got, let this be happy times and good feels, I needs some smiles in my life Dx I'm out of doritos ;v; make me smile at the end of this Skirts!