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// Time to investigate 
// Story: Wub-Hate 
// by PurpleFire18 
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Octavia had been sitting on the couch for what felt like hours since Vinyl left to go work. She did not know what she was doing, she simply sat there, and unknowingly in a strange pose with her back against the couch's backrest and her hind legs slightly hanging from the couch. Why was she there, in an almost absolute silence were it not for the clock's ticking, and not moving a muscle, her eyes opened and not blinking? The answer was simple, at least it was to her. She had to find a good way of finding out why her two friends from high school hated each other so much. She could not ask any of them about it, as it would always end up in a heated though one-sided argument. That is why she waited there, on the couch, until she made sure it was late into the night, but not late enough that Vinyl would return. 

Once the time was right, she got up and went into her plan. She went upstairs and outside a door. It was not her door, by any means, no, hers was fine wood decorated with a large symbol resembling her cutie mark, while this one was simply decorated with a large poster depicting Vinyl in the middle of one of her nightclub raves. It was her roommate's door, and Octavia knew she would need to handle things carefully, not only because it was invading her best friend's privacy, but also because it was Vinyl's room. She prepared to encounter the worst of abominations inside as she cautiously opened the door, her eyes closed to prepare for the shock of her life.

"Alright, Vinyl, let us see what we can discover in your little piece of Tartarus," the cellist said to herself as the pushed the door open and opened her eyes. "What the bu-?!" she said once she had opened her eyes. Contrary to her beliefs, Vinyl's room was surprisingly tidy and clean. Records were where they were supposed to be, the television, sound system, figures and framed pictures were perfectly clean and even the posters on the walls seemed untouched by dirt. "...I knew it, Vinyl's door is a gateway to another dimension..." she said aloud, not believing what her eyes were telling her brain. She had expected to see the return of the draconequs god of chaos being heralded by the mess in Vinyl's room, but what she was seeing could make ponies with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder feel at home. 

She took a quick look around, taking some time to absorb the shock. She looked at the little figures of Vinyl herself, Octavia, some of their friends and acquaintances, and there was even one of Neon, but it stood alone, far from the group of other figures. Octavia focused on this, it did not give her any clues as to why Vinyl hated him, but it did raise the question: Why would Vinyl even bother to buy a figure of Neon?

Looking for more clues, she turned her sight to the rest of the room, particularly the framed pictures. She had looked at them before when helping Vinyl move in with her, but until now she had not seen them. Most of them where of her life with Octavia, they were best friends after all. There was one of this costume party they went to where Octavia was dressed in white robes with red accents and a hood while Vinyl was dressed in a black suit with blue cybernetic lines, one of Octavia's surprise party where Vinyl had accidentally dropped her glasses in the punch, one of the last night they spent in Ponyville before moving to Canterlot, and there was even one of their graduation, with their whole high school class. Before smiling tearfully at the memories, she noticed something intriguing when she looked at where she and Vinyl were in the picture. They were not alone, Neon was there with them, but he and Vinyl were with their forelegs around each other like best of friends as they smiled.

"N-Neon Lights? What is he doing there?" she asked no one in particular. "But..." She began to remember, and was surprised to forget such an important detail. Vinyl Scratch, Octavia and Neon Lights were all friends in high school. This only raised more questions for Octavia, however. "But if those two were friends...Why do they fight now?" she said, feeling a mix of curiosity, surprise and sorrow.

She desperately began looking for more clues, this time finding something hard, a book, under Vinyl's pillow. Once she looked at it more closely, she realized it was Vinyl's diary, with no lock at all. Now this was something she had mixed feelings about. This was a clear invasion of privacy and a betrayal of trust, and no matter how many times Vinyl promised to go to her concerts only to not show up at all or ending up snoring not even halfway into the song, Octavia did not think Vinyl deserved it. Unfortunately, by the time she had reached that conclusion, she had already, unconsciously, opened the diary. However, the page she had open had, almost by coincidence, a written entry mentioning Neon.

"Dear Diary: I saw Neon again last night. The nerve! How dare he even walk where I walk?! I hate him so much I need Octy's help in coming up with words to describe it. But I'll give ya a small taste of it. Let's just say that if Neon were to trip on a rock on top of a cliff, fall off the cliff, land on a diagonal surface, roll down to finally land on a bunch of Lego bricks, I'd record it and play it over and over and over and over and over " - Octavia read the words "Over and over" several times until the entry neared its end in the next page. - " and over and over again until it stops being funny, which will never happen!  HA HA HA. In other news, Octy's birthday's coming up, and I already got her that thing that does the...thing! It was also the last one in the store, yay!"

Aside from making her curious as to what her birthday gift would be, deducing that this entry was from just a couple days ago, Octavia did not find any useful clues. The pictures, the figures, the old friendship, this entry, it did not add up. She did not want to keep intruding into Vinyl's secrets, so she returned the diary to where she found it. Carefully leaving the room, she thought of more ways to get to the bottom of this situation. Talking to them about it was useless, and searching Vinyl's room was fruitless. Only one more thing remained before resorting to different methods, and she knew it was a crazy idea. She went back to her room in time before Vinyl returned to the house. While she pretended to be asleep, Octavia was actually coming up with excuses to explain her absence tomorrow, for she had a plan, one that was the craziest thing she had come up with besides deciding to live with Vinyl.