• Published 14th Feb 2013
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The Life of Vinyl Scratch & Octavia - MuffinYouSoCrazy



Vinyl Scratch meets a mare named Octavia. Stuff goes down

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Prolouge: Desperate Times

Octavia sat down at the kitchen table and looked through her bills. Money had recently become a problem for her after the Grand Galloping Gala ponies didn't hire her as much. It wasn't that ponies disliked her classical music. In fact, they loved it. But the sophisticated Canterlot elites did not appreciate her (inadvertently) helping to disrupt the Gala. The money Octavia got from those ponies helped pay for most of her apartment. Lately though, they just stopped hiring her. It had gotten to the point where all of the income had to be used for the apartment room.

Looking through the bills, she groaned. Ugh, I can't keep living like this. I need a way to help pay for this place. Octavia knew what would have to be done, but she saved that thought as a last resort. The idea would save her money and grant her time to win back the admiration of the socialites. Okay Octavia, it isn't that bad... all you have to do is get a roommate. It did not bother her that she would have to share her house; the problem was that it would have to be with a stranger. Her orchestra members all had their own houses, and outside of them she didn't really have any close friends.

Octavia got out of her chair, went to her refrigerator, and got an apple. She took a bite out of it, but didn't really taste it; she was still deep in thought about her decision.

Dear Celestia, I hope she's normal. My roommate will have to be a mare, of course. She made a checklist in her head as she continued to eat the apple. Well behaved, able to pay her half of the rent, and hopefully she'll have good taste in music. Playing cello took a lot of practice to perfect and if the other pony to share her home didn't like that then she would definitely not be living with her.

Octavia knew what had to be done “Desperate times call for desperate measures...” she sighed. Once she got into her bedroom, she slipped under the covers and tried to go to sleep. It was a scary decision, but at the same time it had an element of excitement. Octavia slowly closed her eyes and fell to sleep.

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Vinyl Scratch was homeless within a matter of hours. After another long night of DJing she arrived home to find an eviction notice taped to the door. Shrugging, she opened the door and went inside her house. Putting her trademark shades on a nightstand, Vinyl yawned loudly before flopping down on her bed and promptly falling asleep.

There was a loud knock on the door that could not be heard, because of the ear-splitting dubstep emanating from inside the room. The land lord sighed, muttering, “The things I have to deal with...” Knocking as hard as he could, he started yelling, “VINYL!!”

There was a crashing noise from inside, and the music stopped playing. Eventually the door opened and Vinyl, still half asleep, was not in the best of moods. “What do ya want Blake?”

Blake just gave his best glare and pointed at the eviction notice taped to the front of the door. Vinyl glanced at it before turning her gaze back to Blake. “Yeah I know I'm low on rent, but I can have the money in a few days.”

Blake frowned. "That's what you told me last week. Also, this is isn't a warning; it means you've been evicted today!"

Instantly feeling more awake than she was a few seconds ago all she could do was shout, “WHAT!” loud enough that her neighbors peered outside their own apartments to see what was happening.

“Yeah, you have two hours before I call security.” Blake genuinely smiled.“There will finally be no more parties that end in explosions.”

"I said I was sorry for that!" Note to self: never ever let Pinkie in my house if she has a party cannon. "Two hours is barely enough time to get my turn-tables, and my other equipment packed up!"

Blake turned and started walking away. “Call it revenge for all the years I've had to put up with you.” He looked back and smirked.

Vinyl Scratch was an impulsive pony, and seeing how she was leaving...well… this had been coming for quite a while. With a devilish grin, Vinyl's horn started to glow blue. Out of the apartment came a piece of machinery that she had created herself. It could make sound loud enough to physically push someone. Turning it up as high as the knob would go, she yelled, “Blake, this is your last chance to apologize.” Blake just kept walking, not acknowledging that he was being spoken to.

Vinyl grinned and turned on her “bass cannon”, as she nicknamed it. When it got to only half-volume, windows shattered. Vinyl's grin grew wider as she turned it up all the way. Pressing a button, the song started to play and Blake was propelled towards the wall until he was pinned to it like some invisible force was keeping him there. Oh, right. By now everypony on the current floor and the ones below and above came to see what all the noise was. Those unfortunate enough to step in front of the bass cannon met a fate similar to Blake's.

After about two minutes of ponies screaming for her to stop, and Vinyl dancing to the music, security arrived. They turned off the machine and picked up Vinyl, carrying her into the elevator. She tried to act as dignified as possible. “I Regret NOTHING!” Scratch yelled while putting her two forelegs in the air and holding the pose. That night was never spoken about in the apartment building ever again. Blake still sometimes wakes up screaming.

So, Vinyl reflected, that's how you get kicked out of your house and onto the streets at 4:28 in the morning.

“This is the worst day of my life.” She groaned before getting up and opening her cell phone. I guess I have no other choice, she angrily thought. One ring, two rings. Right before the third, somepony picked up. Vinyl inwardly sighed, "Yeah mom it's me."