It took me literally nearly an hour to find the DJ's house. In such a small town, you wouldn't think it would be hard to get lost, but believe me, when you don't know the place, and every single house is the same, it's hard to keep track. After wandering aimlessly, I made my way back to the square. From there, I retraced my steps to find DJ pony's house, and by process of elimination, I came to the conclusion that the one (ONE) house with every window cracked would be it.
I approached the house, and prepared to knock. I wasn't expecting to have the door swing wide open and find the other pony in the duo staring at me, expecting something.
"Well?" She said expectantly. He accent was moderate. It wasn't too heavy and it wasn't so light, you didn't notice it.
"Hello," I started up my routine greeting speech, "I'm Steve. I was just talking with your roommate about, oh, an hour ago. She said she was busy and that you might wanna talk some. Tavi, is it."
"Uh!" She said, annoyed. "Why must Vinyl always introduce me like that? She knows I HATE that name. I apologize about that. My name is Octavia. It's nice to meet you, Steve." Octavia ushered me into her house. She showed me to a seat and I sat.
"So," Octavia began, "What brings you to Ponyville?" a great difference in the atmosphere around the house was the music level. Plus, it was playing music that was more soothing.
"Well, I didn't really choose to come here." I started up, the relaxing music massaging my mind. "I was teleported here after a freak accident concerning the End portal." Octavia stared at me with a blank look upon her equine face. "Uh. The End is the "final frontier" for the land of Minecraft. It is where the Ender Dragon, the scourge of my world, resides. It was up to me to vanquish the vile beast and bring peace to my lands." Her face went from confusion to wonder.
"So," Octavia, started to ask, "you're the hero of your world? That's pretty cool. I'll tell you this, Vinyl would love to hear this story. Knowing her, she would probably compose a dubstep song to accompany it."
I looked around at the house. It was quite a nice home, one comparable to fancy house in my town. The ability to have roundness really adds to the architecture. There were elements of both ponies present in just the main room alone. Unlike my house, everything was everywhere. The "dubstep" parts were mixed into the parts the Octavia associates with, making it a Picasso of music. The loud speakers were set next to the cellos, and the turntable was in front of the record case full of what I had to guess was Octavia's music.
"Speaking of Vinyl," Octavia picked up, "She should be back soon. Would you like some tea?"
"Uh." I had never heard of such a drink, "What is tea?" I felt like a complete fool.
"I'll just make you one." She left to the kitchen to start the tea. Right after she left, I started hearing some heavy music approaching the house. Instantaneously, I knew who was coming.
"Alright everypony!" Vinyl Scratch spoke to her crowd as she entered the house, "Let's get this party started!" She sounded like Pinkie Pie. Vinyl trotted over to the turntables and put some records on. As Vinyl Scratched checked her equipment, Octavia bound into the room, shocked.
"Vinyl!" She spouted as soon as she saw her roommate. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Ah, Tavi!" Vinyl responded quickly, her speech slightly slurred from what I could guess was alcoholic drinks, "Listen baby, I was just gonna have some friends over for a small party. It won't be long."
"But..." Octavia started to speak, but was briefly cut short by Vinyl Scratch, doing something I would have never guessed. Vinyl spun around as quick a lightning, giving Octavia a huge kiss, making it last.
"Listen," She started, "Do this for me, and I'm all yours tonight." Such a phrase allowed me the knowledge that the DJ was usually gone at night. "Now let's get going!"
Turning back into her usual self, Vinyl spun back to the tables and started up the dubstep. The song started off softly, by her standards, but picked up quickly. I started to dance like the ponies around me were doing. I hadn't realized it, but I wandered dangerously close to the large speakers.
"BASS DROP!!!" Every pony in the room yelled suddenly as the music seemingly cut out. I was dead wrong, and I don't mean figuratively. I was so close to the speakers, my health had dropped faster than the music. I was dead within seconds of the drop. Who knew sound, let alone music, could kill.
Game Over.