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// Vinyl Scratch 
// Story: Reflections of the Past 
// by Phaoray 
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“Okay all you Egg island eggheads!” Vinyl yelled into her microphone. “Let’s keep this party going all night!”

Spike and Queen Novo were dancing in the throng of Pinkies and islanders in the Queen’s hall, having a blast. Confetti rained down at random intervals while fog machines and laser lights blasted all around the hive, bringing the party to every section, and for this many ponies, it was needed!

“This is awesome!” Spike cried, using his patented lampshade for a hat while he danced with one of the minibosses wearing a fake leather cap with an eagle pin on it.

Meanie Pinkie nodded along, the most activity out of her being one of her front hooves tapping with the beat. “I mean, I’m glad we settled everything happily with the Island Nations and got rid of the Windigos with this month-long party. but...we still didn’t figure out what we’re going to do after this.”

“...Crud, you’re right.”

Looking down, Spike realized that he was somehow clutching Twilight’s letter again. One of the Pinkie’s came up to his right side and took out her papers with numbers and a stopwatch again.

“Why do you keep doing this?” Spike asked, receiving an eye roll from the Pinkie in question.

“Oh, Spike. Deep down, you know what this timer is for. Now hurry up! Six seconds left!” she chirped.

“What!?” Spike shouted over the loud music. “That’s too soon, wait!” Desperately, he started looking between Meanie Pinkie and the scroll again. 

“Two!”

“I, um, I”

“One!”

“I’m gonna go with-”

“Zero!”

Suddenly the music died and the entire room went dark. Amidst this blackness, one of the Pinkie’s spoke up.

“Huh...how WERE we getting power for everything in here, anyways?”