//------------------------------// // Introduction To Destruction // Story: Casualty of Society // by Hyper-Insomniac //------------------------------// Bizzy groggily glanced out of the passenger car's window, on the train to Ponyville. Bizzy hated early mornings, more than anything else; waking up was hard to do. Come to think of it, he wasn't really a fan of anything that was hard... Being in a band meant early travel days every so often. And they did ALOT of traveling, all across Equestria, and sometimes beyond. Bizzy laid back as he thought about how much it would suck to have to organize all of that. 'Thank Celestia for managers' he thought to himself. Rubbing his eyes vigorously, he turned towards the window, to catch his reflection. He let out a small sigh at what he saw; bags under his eyes, and a ruffled spiky mane. His life of partying was wearing him down, though he would never admit it. Pounding alcohol and tobacco all of the time wasn't helping his case. Bizzy lazily turned to his other side, seeing his fellow band mate, Brownsound, still snoring away. He played lead guitar, and very well. He was also a little short tempered, evoking some jokes from his band mates. In front of Brownsound lie Stevo, the band's drummer, was sound asleep. He was the "craziest" of the group; a hard partier and a great prankster. And the one to get on Brownsound's nerves the most. And last but not least, beside Stevo, sat Bass Beat, who was awake; the only band member to not mind early mornings, and the bass player. He was quiet, reserved, and rarely spoke unless spoken too. And finally, Bizzy's thoughts returned back to himself. He played guitar as well, playing the easier parts while Brownsound played the harder ones. He wrote alot of the band's music. He was the lead singer, more out of neccesity rather than talent. He wasn't terrible, but he wasn't a prodigy either. Yet, he had fun with what he did, and that was all that mattered. His cutie mark resembled a music recording device; he had a knack for mixing music, along with other things done in the studio. If it involved sound, he knew about it. He was, wether for better or worse, happy with the life he had now. He was in a band that played music that was popular enough to make an amazing living off of. He partied all the time, did whatever he wanted, and got with any mare that he sought after... Bizzy suddenly shifted his train of thought back to mares. So far, all they did to him was satisfy his lusts. His "relationships" lasted a day at most. A family? That was crazy, how could anyone ever want that, he would think to himself. Give up his life of a party for a real relationship? That sounded like the most foalish idea ever. Bizzy chuckled and laid back in his seat, yawning. Sum 41 would arrive in Ponyville that evening, and they had a show a few days later, do to some mishaps the show had to be postponed. Bizzy slowly drifted off to sleep, wondering what lay ahead of him there... <=====oooOOOoooo=====> The first thing Bizzy noticed was the horrible pang in his head. Then came the stench. He reeked of B.O. and tobacco smoke, among other foul things. He tried to make sense of his surroundings, blinking and rubbing his eyes to wake them up. He rolled over to his side, to shift his field of vision from the floor to the rest of the surrounding area. There was junk littering the ground, empty bottles strewn across the floor, and other refuse left behind from the previous night's activities. The throbbing in his head distracted his train of thought, as he tried to recall what the hell had happened last night. The pang in his head told him he must have drank far more than his share that night as well. And the smell of saturated tobacco soot in his coat required no thought as to its origin. These signs were all too familiar to Bizzy... He had been at a party the previous night. Not the kind of party were a few innocent ponies gather and have a could time; the kind parents would tell their foals to avoid. The kind that is usually associated with illegal stuff. Yep, where a bunch of ponies just breaking adulthood get together, to drink, dance, and engage in....other activities. For better or worse, but probably worse, Bizzy was very familiar with these kind of parties. Him and his fellow band mates, Bassbeat, Stevo, and Bownsound, were used to finding these parties during their tours, stopping at towns, having a good time, picking up some mares, playing a show, then moving on to the next town to repeat. But, that kind of lifestyle wasn't the kindest to your body. Bizzy struggled to his feet, trying to find his balance. The throbbing in his head didn't help at all. He stumbled around the room, kicking aside trash, to find his friends on the opposite side of the room still sound asleep. He wondered why they even bothered renting hotel rooms, it seemed like they never ended up sleeping there anyway... Impatient to get out and have some more fun, he not-so-gently kicked his band mates in an attempt to wake them up, evoking a heavy groan from each. Brownsound, who was, well, brown, was the first to speak. "Gah! Fuck man it's too early...." Bizzy sighed, cleared his eyes again, and glanced around for a clock, finally finding one. After squinting at it for a few seconds, he returned is gaze to Brownsound. "Dude it's almost 2, Get your fat flank up, I wanna get something to eat." Brownsound groaned again in response, and beat his head against the wall once before giving Bizzy a muffled 'mmmpfth' in response. He grunted, and forced his slightly overweight body to a standing position. Stevo and Bassbeat followed is lead. Bizzy grumbled and lead the others around the dimly lit house in search of an exit. After finding a door that looked like an exit, Bizzy gave it a firm kick, and was met with a piercing, painful blast of sunlight. The four young stallions cringed and squinted as the light drilled into their eye sockets. After stumbling around for a few minutes, their eyes began to adjust, and Ponyville came into view. Bizzy glanced around, seeing a sign labeled "Sugarcube Corner". 'Hmmm, sweets for breakfast, why the fuck not?' Bizzy thought to himself as he turned to face his companions. "BROS, how does cake for breakfast sound?" Stevo's ears perked up at the news. "Awwww hell yea!" Stevo and Brownsound brohoofed in agreement while Bassbeat only gave a small affirmative nod. The four stallions trotted over to Sugar Cube corner without much conversation; they were still trying to shake away their hangovers. Bizzy glanced over to a glass window of a passing shop, to catch a glimpse of himself. His mane was a disheveled mess, his coat was ruffled, and he had bags under his eyes. "Meh". He said alloud. Appearances were not important to him in the slightest. He kicked the ground as he walked, not caring at all about what other ponies thought of him. And that was the way he lived. It was so much easier not to care, so much easier just to live life without caring, without responsibility, just having fun. Living with that adolescent attitude in adulthood closed doors however. There were some things that you just couldn't have if you lived like that. A job, a stable long term relationship, a family... But like all other things he couldn't figure out without effort, Bizzy said 'Screw it.' and forgot about those thoughts as quickly as they came. The four ponies entered the sweet shop and- "HIYA! WHAT CAN I GET YOU TODAY? Oooooo I don't think I've seen you guys around here before! That means you don't know me! Hi I'm Pinkie Pie! WOW I still have to plan your welcome to Ponyville party! There's gonna be cake and dancing and music and ponies and games and-" Pinkie's outburst wasn't well well met by Brownsound, who was the first to crack, now fully awake from Pinkie's sudden outburst. "WHOAH. SLOW THE HELL DOWN." Pinkie's demeanor completely changed, her ears drooped, and her lip began to quiver. Brownsound opened his mouth to say something, probably of the negative variety, when Bizzy punched him in the shoulder. "Dude calm down. Seriously" He slowly sighed and turned to Pinkie, "Look, no party please? We're not gonna be in town long, we have a show to do then we're gone- Pinkie looked on the verge of tears, and seemed like she was about to start bawling when Bizzy opened his mouth again. -but we were wondering if we could pick up a cake or something here?" As if forgetting the past thirty seconds, Pinkie began to bounce in place. "DID YOU SAY CAKE? We have all kinds of cake here! We have carrot cake, strawberry shortcake, blueberry cake, chocolate cake-" "Chocolate's fine!" Bizzy managed to yell over Pinkie's rambling. "Great! I just love love LOVE chocolate cake! I'll get that for you right away...oh...my friends are coming over soon and I just promised them I'd have some cupcakes ready for them. Shoot! Would you mind waiting for a minuit, while I finish them? Oh, I didn't get your names!" Bizzy threw up his right foreleg in a mock salute and said, "Bizzy at your service..." Brownsound grunted and said, "I'm Brownsound. Cause I'm brown. And I make sound." Bassbeat lifted his gaze for barely a second, and mumbled his name. And finally, it was Stevo's turn. "Uh...I uhm... I'm Stevo" , he said, trying to hide his blush with his for hooves. Pinkie giggled, "You ponies are silly. I'll get your cake ready ASAP!" . Pinkie said as she bounced her way into the kitchen. As Pinkie hopped into the kitchen, Brownsound gave Stevo a questioning look. "Yo, were you checking her out?" Stevo returned his glare with a blank expression. "I dunno bro, she's just...so...pink!" Brownsound audibly facehoofed while they all sat down at a nearby table, trying to kill time before their cake was ready. Bizzy played with a napkin while Bassbeat sat staring into space, and Brownsound and Stevo were in the middle of a heated argument. "But dude, did you see how pink she was? Pink is my favorite color!" "No it's not you just made that up!" "She was so sweet..." "She was the most annoying mare I've ever seen!" "She rattled off those cakes like the alphabet." "You've got to be kidding me bro." "You're just jeeeellllyyyyyy", Stevo added with a stuck out tongue.\ "Jelly of what? Your negative I.Q.?" Bizzy zoned out from their argument, losing interest. Out of literally nowhere, Pinkie burst into the room. "THEY'RE HERE!"