A lone unicorn is walking into the creepy depths of the dark Everfree forest. The moonlight streams in gently through the branches, lighting the unicorns white fur, adding a light gleam to her blue hair. She trots down the winding labyrinth of paths as if she had a million times, a destination in mind. As she enters a small clearing, she walks up to the door of a wooden cabin, with a car popularized by an 80's Sci-Fi movie sitting in front of it. With a resonating knock on the door, the creaking sound of someone walking inside begins.
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I hear an obnoxious banging noise as I remove my headphones and look to the door. I'm assuming it's Vinyl back for another record from the secret artist "Fire Tape". Opening the door I do in fact find the infamous DJ-Pon3 on my doorstep, with a briefcase of what I can only assume are the things I asked for.
"Come on in," I ask her, which she does trotting into my shack with nothing but a fridge some sound equipment and a pile of dirty clothes on which to sleep. Shortly after arriving in Ponyville, the locals apparently didn't like that I bent their will in order to get clothes using a magic guitar. In order to avoid conflict and punish me for the apparently "Evil" actions I had performed, I was kicked to this shack in the woods. Luckily Vinyl took an interest in me after I barged into her club with unfamiliar music, and she's kept me hooked up while I supply creative hits to her company that I just straight up plagiarized from my world.
"I have the next record ready, if that's what your here for," I pull it off a shelf as she gives me a menacing glance.
"Oh... I'm afraid I'm not here for that," She begins morphing into a tall muscular form I am sadly familiar with, draped in all green, "I can finally get you after 4 years of trying to connect to this plane."
"Hello again Death... long time no see man... and by that I mean I've been here like 3 weeks how did it take 3 years?" I glance at my calender to make sure I'm not off base with this. Grabbing a leather coat and tossing it on, I grab my guitar as well, "Wait.. but that doesn't feel right... It feels like I've been here longer."
"I'm afraid that's true Stonesboro, See the author to your story gave up on you, and as a result, I couldn't get here, You've been on a 4 year hiatus. But since you haven't upholding your word to Discord, I'm able to take you freely now that I'm here," and at that he approaches me with his big ass scythe, which I do not want approaching me.
"Wait... that's why my life was in a rut.... but if your here that means it's not over.." I begin strumming with a smirk before I bust out into song.
"Back in black
I hit the sack
I've been too long I'm glad to be back
Yes, I'm let loose
From the noose
That's kept me hanging about
I've been looking at the sky
'Cause it's gettin' me high
Forget the hearse 'cause I never die
I got nine lives
Cat's eyes
Abusin' every one of them and running wild"
My form shifts, as all my clothes turn black and my eyes adjust to see perfectly in the darkness.
"'Cause I'm back
Yes, I'm back
Well, I'm back
Yes, I'm back
Well, I'm back, back
Well, I'm back in black
Yes, I'm back in black
Back in the back
Of a Cadillac
Number one with a bullet, I'm a power pack
Yes, I'm in a bang
With a gang
They've got to catch me if they want me to hang
'Cause I'm back on the track
And I'm beatin' the flack
Nobody's gonna get me on another rap
So look at me now
I'm just makin' my play
Don't try to push your luck, just get out of my way"
With a blast of sound Deaths form shifts and falls apart, leaving a small pile of bones in a cloak.
"'Cause I'm back
Yes, I'm back
Well, I'm back
Yes, I'm back
Well, I'm back, back
Well, I'm back in black
Yes, I'm back in black
Well, I'm back, yes I'm back
Well, I'm back, yes I'm back
Well, I'm back, back
Well I'm back in black
Yes I'm back in black"
I bust open my door, leaving the disheveled corpse of death behind, and walking past my lovely Delorean, I climb into my new Caddilac, rushing towards town.
"Ho yeah
Oh yeah
Yes I am
Oh yeah, yeah oh yeah
Back in now
Well I'm back, I'm back
Back, (I'm back)
Back, (I'm back)
Back, (I'm back)
Back, (I'm back)
Back
Back in black
Yes I'm back in black
Out of the sight"
The vehicle turns invisible as I rush towards a familiar library in the night. I ain't done yet, no matter how long that son of a bitch author leaves me gone.