“This… this can’t be happening!”
Octavia slipped and fell backwards, landing in a pile of half-eaten pizza. She flailed in the mess, sending food bits everywhere. Screaming, she picked herself out of the mess. She leaned on the wall, hyperventilating.
“I’m… I’m DJ PON3…”
The world started spinning.
“Eugh…”
She passed out.
“This is cool!”
Vinyl Scratch exclaimed as she looked at her new body. It looked familiar, but she couldn’t quite put her hoof on it. She was tan, and looked to be from a prestigious background.
“Hmmm…”
She wondered how she got here. She hadn’t done anything weird last night… had she?
“Eh. I was blackout drunk. Maybe I did do something…”
Suddenly she got an idea.
“I know! I went to that magical fortune teller, and then I had some sort of weird side effect! ... wait… I’d never go to a fortune teller. Hmm…”
Vinyl Scratch sat on her haunches and thought. And thought, and thought, and thought…
“Mmm… eleven… twelve… thirteen… fourte- where’s fourteen?”
All the ponies in the orchestra looked at the single empty seat, labeled with a card that had the number fourteen on it. They all shrugged.
The maestro looked miffed.
“What is that mare’s name?!”
A single pony spoke up, albeit hesitantly and nervously.
“Octavia, sir.”
“Where in Equestria is Vinyl Scratch?!”
A giant line of ponies stood in front of the “DJ-PON3” club, wearing faces of pure frustration. The manager also stood there, tapping his hooves and checking his watch every five seconds.
11:30 a.m
He groaned every time.
“Hnngg…
Yeah…
Mmm…”
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
“Crap! Er, in a minute!”
Vinyl Scratch bolted off her new bed to the door, making sure she looked fine first. She opened the door.
“He…llo?”
A scrawny and nervous looking stallion stood awkwardly on the doorstep. He was light brown in color, and his mane was a similar albeit darker tone. He had a simple cutie mark: a string instrument, which one Vinyl couldn’t tell.
“Um… hi Octavia.”
“I’m not…”
Vinyl Scratch barely stopped herself.
“- sure who you are. Um. What are you doing here?”
Octavia, huh? Why do I have a nagging feeling that in some other world we’re together? I mean, she has a nice body, that’s for sure. Heh. Body.
“Are you alright?” The pony in front of her asked, snapping her out of her… thoughts.
“Er… yes. I’m fine.”
“Um. I’m here from the orchestra blah blah blah…”
Orchestra? So I play music? That’s interesting. I guess that explains the giant cello in the living room, and the classical music playing. Wait, why didn’t I change that to dubstep? Dubstep always makes me ho-“
“Are you sure you’re alright Octavia?”
“Heh. Yeah. Just fine and dandy, violin boy.”
“Er… I play the double bass-“
“So. What brings you here?” The former DJ interrupted, not really caring what instrument the stallion played.
The nervous wreck looked down.
“Well the conductor asked me to come here and ask why you weren’t at today’s practice. But he was… very upset, so I came as fast as I could.”
Vinyl noticed he was still panting.
“Huh. Well that’s nice, kid. I was… erm… sick. Yeah. I’m sick today.”
“But I thought you said you were fine?”
Crap. This pony is craftier than I thought.
“Well, you see-“
Vinyl noticed a familiar looking pony run by with a huge group behind her, making her stop in the middle of her sentence.
“I’ll… be right back.”
She galloped full speed towards the figure.
The stallion became crestfallen.
“Oh… I’ll win you over yet Octavia. If anypony can do it… well… I probably can’t but for the sake of motivation… Bassista Conbassio can!”
Nopony noticed his monologue.
“It’s okay… it’s okay… breath… breath…”
Octavia sat on the unfamiliar couch, extremely panicked. She breathed rapidly into a paper bag, and despite her efforts, couldn’t stop fretting.
What am I going to do? What will all her friends say? Why does this have to happen to me?! Why did it happen to me?! What will my conductor say? What will the DJ’s manager say?! WHAT IS GOING TO HAP-
“VINYL SCRATCH GET THE BUCK OUT HERE THIS INSTANT YOU DRUNK, LAZY SLOB!!!”
Octavia jumped backwards, falling onto the floor and sending party items everywhere. She looked for an exit, not wanting to face the angry pony outside. She grabbed a random turtleneck sweater and crawled out the ground floor window.
Vinyl…? So that’s her real name… Hmm…
Octavia arrived a restaurant, trying to blend in and eat in peace. This wish however was not granted. She was the most famous DJ in Equestria, for now anyway.
A mob hit her the moment she sat down at a table.
“DJ!”
“DJ!”
“Vinyl, over here!”
“I love you!”
“MARRY ME!”
“I’M YOUR BIGGEST FAN!”
“I HAVE A TATTOO OF YOUR NAME ON MY FLANK!”
“I CLOP TO YOUR SONGS!”
“I COLLECT YOUR MANE!”
“DO ME RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW!”
Octavia jumped out the 2-story window.
“Oof!”
She landed in a trash bin, sending food bits everywhere. The mob tried to catch up with Octavia, but she hauled flank to her home.
“*pant* *pant* *pant* Oh…okay… lunch is out… of the question… ugh…”
Octavia slumped onto the floor, holding her head in her hooves.
II wanted a carefree lifestyle… not this! Take my wish back! I want my normal life again!
Octavia cried.
“Hey. It’s gonna be alright... er... Octavia.”
Octavia looked up at the pony in front of her, who had barged into the house.
“… y-you’re m-me?”
“Nah. I’m Vinyl Scratch, or as you may know me, DJ PON3. Nice to meet ya!”
Vinyl Scratch held out her hoof, which Octavia took to get on her hooves.
“Th-thanks…”
“No problem. So I see you’re the one who’s in my body?”
Octavia looked at her hooves.
“Y-yeah. Sorry about this…”
Vinyl frowned.
“Wait. You did this?”
Octavia’s eyes shot open.
“No of course not! I’m not even a unicorn, how could I do something like this?”
Vinyl rubbed her chin thoughtfully.
“Hm. I guess.”
Octavia looked around.
“… how did you even get in here?”
“Ah. I know where I keep the extra keys. Under the mat at the back door.”
“… don’t you think somepony would check that?”
“Nah.”