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// 1 - Shatter and Scratch 
// Story: The Amazing Adventures of Vinyl Scratch and Octavia Melody 
// by aricaitlyn 
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 Vinyl Scratch, world-class DJ and musician extraordinaire, was chilling in her upstairs bedroom, blasting dubstep music. She smiled and eased her body into a comfortable position, the room practically vibrating from the volume and intensity of her bass speakers. Suddenly, a loud screech sounded from the downstairs foyer. Vinyl stood up and paused her music.

"Vinyl!"

"Coming!" Vinyl shouted as she zoomed down the stairs.

The yelling continued, increasing in intensity. "VINYL SCRATCH!" Vinyl's hooves hit the final step, and she trotted left into the foyer.

Vinyl suddenly stopped. There was a mess of shattered glass on the carpet. Standing above the mess was Vinyl's roommate, a classy (albeit uptight) cellist named Octavia Melody. Octavia was extremely enraged, much more than what Vinyl Scratch had ever seen before. 

Octavia gestured to the mess of broken glass on the floor. "What is this?"

Vinyl looked down and gulped. "A broken picture frame. Obviously."

Octavia nodded calmly, or at least as calmly as she could muster. Her body was shaking, and she looked like she was on the verge of tears. "Ah. So you admit that you broke it."

Vinyl was shocked. "What? It wasn't me, Octie. Honestly." Vinyl was hoping the use of a nickname would calm her annoyed friend down. But Mount Octavia was about to erupt.

"Don't call me that!" Octavia screeched. She thrust a photograph, probably the one that was inside of the frame, into her roommate's face. "You scratched this up, and I should have expected that from somepony so irresponsible and destructive!"

"But, isn't the broken glass the more important part?"

Octavia sputtered, probably laughing. "The picture frame is the least of my worries. But that photograph, it meant more to me than you could ever imagine. And now it's ruined. And for once, the memories won't make up for the damage."

"But I didn't even do it!" Vinyl insisted.

Octavia growled and clenched her teeth, thinking of horribly awful things that she could say. She exhaled, calmed her shaking body, and trotted up the stairs, tossing the ruined photograph behind her. Vinyl followed, but just to get a better look at the photo that she had supposedly messed up.

The photo was obviously aged. It was sepia tone, with a few scattered stains plus the scratches left from broken glass. There was a family standing in front of a barn and silo. The family consisted of two parents and four fillies. The parents looked tired and nearly worked to the bone, yet the fillies in the photograph were the complete opposite, standing still in recorded happiness. The three darker-colored fillies in the picture had straightened manes with forehead-sweeping bangs. The pony in the center, however, had a poofy, messy, curly mane. Vinyl looked closer, thinking for a second that she knew the filly in the center.

Then it hit her: Vinyl had seen this pony in Canterlot.

But why would Octavia keep an old picture of Pinkie Pie's family?, Vinyl began to contemplate. Unless...what if Octavia is one of Pinkie's sisters?