A Day in the Life

by Noyoki1

Chapter 1: Waking up with Vinyl, Octavia and Fluttershy

Chapter 1: Waking up with Vinyl, Octavia and Fluttershy,
or Good Vibrations and Nightmarish Memories

“GOOD MORNING! It’s currently seven o'clock in the morning, YEAH!” Went the alarm clock next to Vinyl and Octavia’s bed. Vinyl, being a night party pony, woke up more than a little annoyed. She had that clock set for a very specific time- two in the afternoon- and hated when Octavia changed it. At least, until she remembered WHY Octavia would bother to change her alarm: she was making her very special morning breakfast.

“GOOD MORNING! It’s currently seven-o-one in the morning, YEAH!” Vinyl’s hoof slammed down on where the clock was supposed to be.

Groaning, she turned over and reached out to where Octavia normally slept just to check that she wasn’t there. She wasn’t. At least she is actually up this time Vinyl thought with a smirk, her friend being much the same as her but at least knew when to turn in early.

Vinyl then turned back around facing east and out the partially open curtains to feel the sun begin to warm her face. After a time, she carefully ran a hoof over her nightstand looking for her glasses. She knew she wouldn’t need them in the house that she had memorized in all her years living in Ponyville, but Octavia would scold her if she left the house without them. Finding them where she always left them, Vinyl stuck the glasses on her head to rest above the horn on her head.

“Vinyl? Are you up?” came a voice from underneath the room. Vinyl’s only response was to get off the bed and stomp the floor twice, knowing that Octavia would see their kitchen light shake and sway in the room below.

After getting herself oriented, Vinyl proceeded to calmly walk out the bedroom, down the hallway to the stairs, down the stairs into the entranceway, made a slight angle towards the left and walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table they had set against the wall. She twitched her ears around listening for movement from Octavia before giving a pointed stare where she assumed Octavia to be- in front of the stove. A small giggle told that she was wrong, as usual, when she snapped her head to the right.

“Oh Vinyl, I seem to be the only pony that could ever sneak up on you.”

Vinyl flipped her the bird, causing a small chuckle to emanate from Octavia.

“We tried that years ago Vinyl, it didn’t seem natural to either of us.”

‘And yet we share the same bed still.’ Vinyl hoof signed to her, not bothering to hide the smirk on her face. She knew Octavia was blushing with her next words, she could just hear it.

“Well yes, but that’s only because complete each other. WAIT! No, that’s not what I meant!” She cried out seeing her friend laughing, unable to contain her amusement. Even Octavia couldn’t stay embarrassed around her friend she had known for most of her life and just shook her head and went on with cooking breakfast.

Vinyl stomped a hoof onto the floor twice, letting Octavia know she wanted to say something with the vibrations across the floor.

“Go on Vinyl.”

‘So you are making your special pancakes,’ Vinyl hoof signed with an incredulous look, ‘What is the special occasion?’

“Remember what you told me last week? That you got me a- gig was it,” A nod from Vinyl, “Right, a gig at your local DJ hangout for my, um, techno cello as you called it?” A facehoof performed by her friend told Octavia she did not, earning a giggle from her.

Then it seemed to dawn on Vinyl what exactly Octavia just told her and she started signing so fast that Octavia almost couldn’t keep up with her.

‘Oh man! We got a lot of equipment that needs to be set up! And then there is all the fine tuning for you and for me and then-’

“Oh stop worrying for me Vinyl,” Octavia said as she placed the now complete pancakes in front of her and placed her hooves on Vinyl’s to get her to stop panicking and flailing her arms like a mad mare, “There is another reason why I woke you up this early.”

A look of understanding appeared on Vinyl’s face and Octavia couldn’t help but think that for a mare born blind, she certainly knows how to express herself.

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Fluttershy woke up with a start. Her eyes were wide with fear and she was covered in a cold sweat. She had just woken up from that dream again. A dream that she has dealt with every year, nearly on the exact date that it happened on as well. She couldn’t help but recall it...

‘You’re useless! I don’t even know why I married you!’

‘I’m sorry.’

‘Is that all you have to say? That you’re “sorry”?’

Fluttershy, as a young filly, was awoken by such an argument again. She always tried to stay quiet and pretended that nothing was going on by hiding under her pillow in her room.

‘Get out of my house.’

‘But-’

‘GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!’

If the slap was like a force of wind, it would have been one of the world’s most dangerous tornadoes. A door was heard being slammed shut as what only Fluttershy could assume her mother leaving.

She... left me.

She could hear her father approaching her door. She saw him open it and slowly approach her. He reached up towards her and-

Her recollection was broken by a certain white bunny. She looked down at him and saw that he had a look of concern on his face that read ‘It was that dream again, wasn’t it?’ Fluttershy broke down crying.

“Why did he have to be so mean? Why did he yell at her? Why did he... did he...” A comforting paw placed on her cheek quieted her, but she was still crying.

Angel had no idea what he could do to comfort her aside from the fact that he was going to have to arrange another appointment with the town psychiatrist this year again. He was also going to have to coordinate the rest of the animals so they could feed themselves for the week. The animals knew that she would be in no state for much of anything in the mornings and very forgetful in the evenings, especially when she came home with bottles of “forget about everything” and would be stumbling to her bed until she finally passed out somewhere.

Angel swore he would get that bastard for what he did. No one, especially Fluttershy, deserved to deal with something like that. He had to admit though, Fluttershy was certainly strong if it was only this week that affected her every year. He just wished that she could move on and not freak over every little unexpected touch.

“T-thank you Angel,” she said with a quiet pain in her voice “Would... would you like to have something to eat now?”

Angel shook his head no and signed out ‘I already ate. Don’t worry about the animals, I’ll keep everything coordinated for the week. You just try to find a way to relax, ok? Would you like to set up an appointment with the psychiatrist again?’

“I don’t know... I don’t want to take up his time if all I can say is that I’m having that dream again.”

‘What about your friends? Do you want me to tell them the usual excuses?’

“Oh could you Angel? I-I really don’t want them to see me like this. Oh, but what about Pinkie Pie? I’ve been hanging out with her more often these past few months. What if she won’t let go on this? I don’t want to make her sad or- or...”

A gentle pat from Angel calmed her while he made a movement akin to him saying ‘I got this. Don’t you worry none.’

He waved his arms around in askance if she wanted something to eat. She gave him a nod and Angel took off towards the kitchen to make her something simple.

“Why can’t I move past this?” She asked the empty air, receiving the expected response of silence.

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A/N: I wrote it because it was in my head. I feel like an asshole treating Fluttershy the way I am, but I HAVE NO REGRETS!

Also, about Vinyl and Octavia: I felt that something different should be done with them. As it stands, they have known each other all their lives and they were born blind and deaf (respectively), have attempted the ship like stage that everyone like to throw at them (they found it weird for them to be that close but not sisterly close like they are kind of now), and Octavia is gonna attempt her hand with a first showing of techno (if you have a better name or if there is a different name for using a classical instrument in techno, POST IT IN THE BLOG). The blindness and the deafness will continue to be better explained as the day wears on (Fluttershy on the other hand; if you haven’t figured it out, it will be spread throughout the week).

Lastly, if you spot grammar errors, comma splices (my worst enemy), general syntax errors, etc; please put them in the comments below so that I can (hopefully) in the future better spot them. I also have no proofreader for this, so if you want to proof it, send me a PM.

Comments

[HyperRandomness]

This is a fairly interesting read so far!

I enjoyed it.

[Mistershield]

Hm... Interesting premise. I look forward to how this story progresses.

[Noyoki1]

2100633
there wasn't going to BE any kind of story here at all. I figured I would use the summary to hook people way back when and see if people would look it up and comment on it on whether or not it was good writing. (just never deleted it)

I could continue this though, it's not like it's hard to take a cue from an episode or what they wear (in vinyl's case) and run with it I suppose and make entire "stories" pop up from nothing

[Mistershield]

Tagged with AU as well since there are a few things that stretch what you all will most likely scream "THAT'S OOC!" so I'm cutting it off now.

It's this that I look forward to as a story.
As for the writing?

I like it. The quality I think is better than mine. It's taken me 60+ chapters of my own to reach decent status

[Noyoki1]

2100731
well... oh what the heck, I'll continue this, though my 'story telling' may get to the point where I get the "get on with it!" meme as I'll probably go with everyone- or rather as many as I can be bothered to- waking up followed by afternoon's, evenings, etc

And you have great writing skills! don't let any tell you otherwise! You are keeping everyone within character as far as I can tell in your fic which is a damn site better than a lot of people (especially with all the people you got running around)