Vinyl’s apartment was chaos. Not a mess, not untidy, chaos. Pieces of paper, dirty towels and record cases covered the floor, giving the room the appearance of a dumpster.
And then there were the pizza boxes. Oh lord, the pizza boxes.
They towered above Trixie, doing a splitting impersonation of the great wall of China. Hundreds of them sat, piled in corners, or anywhere there was space. The only part of the lounge that seemed organized was the far wall, which was covered by a large set of shelves, each stacked to the brim with vinyl records. There were thousands, each carefully sorted out by genre. The largest collection seemed to fit into the ‘dubstep’ category, which was almost overflowing. Compared to the rest of the room, the shelves were immaculate.
Vinyl stood in the center of the room, wearing a massive grin. “So,” she began, looking hard at Trixie. “What do ya’ think?”
Trixie scanned the room again, searching for something that she could complement. “It’s very, er... interesting, Trixie likes the way you keep your music,” she said, looking at the records.
“Yeah, I love my records.” Vinyl lifted up one of the large, black disks with her magic, her horn glowing with a faint blue aura. “These things are my life.” She looked fondly at the record floating in front of her, as if she was going to reach out and kiss it. Before any such intimacy between Pony and inanimate object could begin, Trixie cleared her throat.
“Yes, well, that’s all very nice, but Trixie is starting to get tired, where will she be sleeping?” Trixie glanced around the room once more, searching for a door that lead off into the bedroom.
“Aw, bed already? We haven’t even started the sleepover!” Vinyl pouted, putting on a hurt expression.
“Wait, you were serious about that? Trixie thought you were joking,” Trixie said, her voice showing a hint of surprise.
“Of course I was serious, I never joke around.” Trixie stared at Vinyl, giving her one of her best ‘are you bucking kidding me’ looks. “Er, well, not always.” Vinyl grinned sheepishly, her cheeks going slightly red.
“Well then, let’s get this over with,” Trixie said, lifting some of the boxes from the object that slightly resembled a couch. She sat herself down on the leather, curling up into a ball.
“Wait, you’re going to give up just like that?” Vinyl asked, her mouth slightly agape. “I woulda thought you’d put up more of a fight.”
Trixie snorted. “Huh, Trixie is above such meaningless acts of physical violence. Besides, she has never really been...” Trixie’s voice faltered, growing into a whisper.
“What was that last part?” Vinyl asked, leaning closer to Trixie.
“Trixie said...” Trixie’s voice shrank once again.
“One more time, just a little louder.”
“Trixie has never been to a sleepover before!” Trixie burst out, her face going red.
“Hey, try going a little louder? I think some of the ponies over in Phillydelphia didn’t hear you,” Vinyl said, smiling.
“Shut up.” Trixie turned away from Vinyl, sticking her tongue out.
“Oooh, so it’s a fight you want, huh?” Vinyl asked, walking towards the far end of the lounge. “Well, that takes us to item number one on our list of ‘fun things to do at a sleepover’.”
“And that is?” Trixie asked, turning towards the advancing Vinyl.
“Pillow fight!” Before she could comprehend what was happening, a pillow flew from the right of Trixie, smashing into her face. She leaped backwards from shock and anger.
“How dare you attack Trixie so- oof!” Another pillow collided with her mid-sentence, cutting her words short. She shook her head slightly, attempting to clear the stars that clouded her vision. “That, is, it!” she screamed, returning fire. Pillows shot and sprang around the room, smashing into walls and ponies alike. Feathers rained from the sky, forming an almost snow-like dusting on the floor.
Trixie, now hiding behind the couch, lifted a pillow from the floor. She placed it in front of her and cocked it as if it were a shotgun. Screaming some form of ineligible Equestrian, she leaped over the couch, sending pillows flying from all around her. Vinyl, surprised by the sudden attack, went to leap behind the cover of her pillow fort, but was too slow. She received a direct hit to the face, sending her hurtling into the pillows that covered the floor in front of her record shelf. She landed with a poof, sending feathers spiralling into the air.
Vinyl sat up, her head reeling. A triumphant Trixie stood just above her, her legs on either side of her panting chest. Trixie’s warm breath flooded against Vinyl’s coat, sending jolts of electricity down Vinyl’s spine.
Trixie, noticing the position she stood in, blushed slightly and attempted to move away from Vinyl. Her back hoof lost it’s purchase, and she slipped, dropping down onto Vinyl. Their chest’s collided, brushing against each other as Trixie attempted to pull herself up. Vinyl’s breathing deepened, allowing her to suck in large amounts of air at once.
She smells like lavender. Vinyl inhaled again, savouring the smell. The half-sober side of Vinyl’s mind registered this act as being slightly creepy, but the drunken half relished in it, her mind wandering freely. Trixie stumbled again, and began to apologize profusely.
“Oh, Trixie is sorry.” Trixie’s hoof found purchase, allowing her to regain her balance. Both mares untangled themselves from the awkward situation, blushing heavily and panting slightly from the sudden intimacy. “Again, Trixie did not mean to-”
“Hey, accidents happen.” Vinyl turned to smile at Trixie, having recovered partly from her bout of embarrassment.
“Yes, they do... Anyway, what is next in your, ‘bag of tricks’?” Trixie asked, using her magic to lift the dust from her shoulders.
Vinyl looked up in thought, racking her brains for some ancient information. “Ooh, I know!” Quickly, she ran to the edge of the room and turned off the lights. “It’s time for-” Loud thunder crashed outside. “Scary stories!”
“How did you do that?” Trixie asked, backing away from the window whilst simultaneously backing away from Vinyl.
Vinyl shrugged, before leaping over the couch to land in the centre of the lounge room. “Alright, so, do you want to go first, or shall I?”
“Mares first,” said Trixie, motioning for Vinyl to start.
“Implying you aren't one?” Vinyl chuckled. “Alright, this story is called, the Coldest night.” Another flash of lightning crashed down when Vinyl spoke, making Trixie jump.
“Seriously, how are you doing that?”
“It was a dark and stormy night...”
Young Melodic and his fillyfriend, Rose, had been out late at the local watering hole, spending a romantic evening together.
“Psssh, this story sounds rubbish already.”
“Shh, I’m only just getting started. As I was saying, romantic evening together...”
But the day had turned into night, and with the darkness came a terrible storm, that was upon the lovers within minutes. Fleeing for their lives, the two ran into the dark, secluded forest in search of shelter. They wandered for hours, soaked to the bone as well as hungry and cold. When they thought all hope was lost, they came upon a large, empty castle. Without thinking, the pair leaped at the chance, their minds only focused on hunger and warmth.
Inside, they found an already lit fireplace, along with food set out in places, as if waiting for them. They ate, and they warmed up, and soon the two were as fresh as they had been the day before. But the young mare said that she had to visit the bathroom, as she was feeling sick.
Her coltfriend never saw her alive again.
Minutes turned into hours as the stallion waited. Eventually, he grew tired of this, and went off in search of his love. He searched high and low, until he came to a large, oak door. Beyond was the gardens, and beyond that, the cemetery. He ventured forth, and soon he arrived at they crypt.
The iron doors were old and rusted, the many years sitting stock-still had taken their toll, leaving the gate useless. But someone had found a use for the iron.
Atop the highest ornate bar sat the head of Rose, its mouth silently screaming for help. Startled, the stallion took a step backwards, falling into a freshly cut grave.
Where he died.
“Well that was anti-climatic,” said Trixie flatly.
“Oh come on, it was a first attempt, give me some credit.” Vinyl pouted, her lower lip trembling.
“Well, it was alright.” Vinyl’s face brightened. “For a beginner.”
Vinyl scowled. “Hey I-”
Trixie cut her off mid-sentence. “Here, maybe you could learn a thing or two from Trixie.”
“Fine, take it away,” said Vinyl, leaning back into the pillows behind her.
Trixie straightened up, bringing her front hooves together in front of her head. “The forest was dark and silent...”
… The birds that once sang inside it now asleep. Below the frozen treetops ran a mare. From what she ran, she had no clue, but she ran all the same. Behind her, shadows twisted and sprang through the gaps in the trees, whispering their dark secrets to all that would listen.
A tree root sprang up from the undergrowth that covered the forest floor, tripping the fleeing mare and sending her sprawling in the dirt. In an instant, the darkness was upon her, surrounding her in its cold, empty tendrils. She reached with her magic, grasping a small box between her misty grasp. She drove down the match, causing light to spring forth, unsheathed. The darkness screeched at the sight, diving backwards into the dark shadows beyond the visible treeline.
The mare glanced around, searching for a way out of her nightmare. As if sent by Celestia herself, a second light sprang up from the darkness, appearing in what appeared to be the window of a small cottage. She galloped after it, holding the burning match aloft in front of her, as if it were a weapon.
The darkness leaped and danced at the edges of the orange glow, never coming too close in the fear of being burnt. She reached the door of the cottage, slamming herself into it in a desperate attempt to get inside. The door closed behind her, locking all light from the room. What had appeared to be a lantern in the window had just been a reflection, a device for luring her in. Now, she was trapped, alone in the darkness.
Her first match had been blown out by the wind from the door. So she struck another, and instantly regretted that decision...
Trixie paused for dramatic effect, lifting herself up from the ground.
“C’mon,” said Vinyl, a pillow clasped firmly in her jaw. “I wanna know what happens next!”
The walls of the room were covered in scrawlings and crude writing, each spelling out the same thing. ‘This is hell’. These three words had been repeated over and over again, on top of any bare or flat surface. The walls, the table, even the ceiling. And each time it had been engraved, it had been engraved in blood. It still dripped,as if it were only a few moments old, splattering the carpet and furniture with red splotches.
The mare was terrified. This room, this house, looked exactly like her own. She shut her eyes, crying, and turned around. Slowly, she opened the door and stepped outside, her heavy sobs echoing throughout the night. She stood tall, and let the darkness envelop her.
Lightning crashed outside the window, causing Vinyl to jump. She let out a loud scream, which was followed by Trixie’s laughter. “Aha, oh, you should have seen your face. Trixie can’t stop laughing!” Trixie doubled over again, clutching at her sides.
“Oh shut up,” Vinyl moaned, her throat hurting from the sudden shouting.
“Well, Trixie must say, that was mildly enjoyable.” Trixie walked towards the direction of the kitchen. “Where do you keep the glasses?”
“Under the sink, why?” asked Vinyl, standing up.
“Trixie needs a drink.” The sound of a tap turning on filled the small apartment. After a few moments, it stopped, and Trixie returned, a glass of water in tow. She lay herself down next to Vinyl and looked at her expectantly. “So, what have you got in store for Trixie next?”
“A slumber party classic,” began Vinyl, her sore throat spontaneously forgotten.”Truth or dare.”
“Oh, Trixie has played this one,” Trixie said, turning her head to the side and lifting her chin high.
“Good, then you should already know the rules.” Vinyl pushed herself around until she was directly in front of Trixie, their noses almost touching. “We can get started very, very soon. But first, you must swear an oath!”
Trixie smiled lightly and raised her hoof in the air.
“Do you,” began Vinyl, lifting her own hoof into the air. “Trixie, solemnly swear that you will answer or complete any of the following questions or commands without hesitation or lying?”
“I do.”
“Do you, Trixie, swear that any information that you receive from this point onwards will not leave this room?”
“I do.”
“Then,” said Vinyl, leaning backwards. “Let’s get started. Trixie, truth or dare?”
“Hm,” said Trixie, placing her hoof to her chin. “Trixie chooses, truth.”
“Have you ever taken an illicit drug?”
“What?! Don’t be absurd, Trixie has never taken any drugs, illicit or otherwise.” Trixie stood up, glaring at Vinyl. “How dare you ask suc-”
“Easy there, calm down,” Vinyl said, motioning with her front hooves. “It was just a question.”
“Alright, Trixie is calming down.” Trixie sat back down, a frown on her face. “Trixie supposes it is her turn now, is it not?”
“It is.”
“Then she shall begin. Vinyl, truth or dare?”
“Heh, let’s make this interesting.” Vinyl leaned forward until her entire face filled all of Trixie’s vision. “I choose dare.”
“Trixie dares you to.” Trixie glanced around the room, searching for something to force torture and misery on Vinyl. Finally, her eyes settled on one of the old pizza boxes, in which there were still a few old pieces of pizza. “Eat one of those old slices of pizza.”
Vinyl leaped up and ran towards the box, her hooves thudding against the wooden floor. She grabbed the edge of the box and tossed her head backwards, sending the pizza slices sky-high. They landed in her mouth and she turned back to Trixie, a triumphant look on her face. “Thee,” she said, her mouth full. “Eathy peathy.”
“Yes,” said Trixie, leaping back from the falling food refuge. “Quite.”
Vinyl swallowed before continuing. “Now, Trixie, truth or dare?”
“Trixie chooses dare.”
“Alright then, I’ll be back in a moment.” Vinyl leaped up from where she lay and sped off in the direction of the kitchen,an evil grin on her face. Loud banging and whirring noises erupted from inside, with flashes of light bouncing against the outside wall. After a few minutes of white noise, Vinyl re-appeared, looking significantly dirtier. A large container floated behind her, bubbling dangerously.
“Here we go,” said Vinyl, placing the bowl down in front of Trixie. “I dare you to drink that.”
Trixie gulped. “What,” she began, eyeing the contents suspiciously. “is it?”
“It’s a super-duper tomato-and-cocoa supreme deluxe Vinyl Scratch special 6000!” Vinyl said, eyeing the brown goop proudly. “It’s got tomato sauce, cocoa, iron filings, jam, Vegemite, milk and,” she said, extending the last word for effect. “Honey!”
Trixie gulped, again. “Is it, safe?”
“I wouldn’t know, I only just came up with it. Now, c’mon, you have to drink it. You swore.”
Trixie gulped for the third and final time. “Well, Trixie did swear...”
“Yes, you did, and now you will drink.” Vinyl pushed the bowl forward into Trixie’s face.
Trixie leaned down and brought her lips to the what could loosely be called liquid. She took a small sip, shoving it down her throat, forcefully. The goop burned against her insides, causing her to gag and retch. She swallowed, gulping down the acid before her body could reject it. She sat back, her face slightly green, and looked at Vinyl.
“And the rest,” Vinyl said again, pushing the bowl even closer.
“Trixie can’t,” said Trixie, placing a hoof against her mouth. “She thinks she is going to be sick.” Trixie retched, before leaping up and running towards the kitchen.
The sink was never quite clean again.
****
Once Trixie had finished and had cleaned herself up a bit, she returned to the living room.
“So, are you ready to continue?” asked Vinyl, sliding her headphones off.
“As Trixie will ever be.”
“Right then, I believe it was your turn.” Vinyl leaned forward in her chair. “Give me your best shot.”
“Truth or dare?”
"Truth"
“Have you ever been in a relationship?”
“Yes, of course I have. I’ve been in plenty, lik-”
“With a mare?”
Vinyl stopped. “Wh-what?”
“You heard Trixie. Do you, how to put this lightly, ‘swing that way’?”
“I-I... I might, I’m not sure. Never really tried it I guess.” Vinyl looked down at her hooves, her cheeks turning crimson. “Alright then, how about you, missy? Ever been in a relationship with a mare?”
“No, Trixie does not have time for such things. She is far too busy being great and powerful to bother with simple things like...” Trixie’s voice faltered slightly. “... Love.”
“Huh, me either. Guess that’s what comes with being a showmare, huh? No time for anything but the stage.” Vinyl seemed to quieten down for a few moments. “But anyway,” she said, leaping up from the couch. “It’s getting pretty early in the morning, and we’ve got another show today. Better hit the sack.”
Trixie stood up. “Yes, Trixie supposes you’re are right. Just one question. Where is she sleeping?”
“Oh, you can use my bed. I generally sleep on the couch anyway, closer to my records.” Vinyl plopped down on the sofa, laying her head back onto one of its soft cushions. “Night!”
“Goodnight,” said Trixie, turning to face the bedroom door. “Oh, and Vinyl?”
“Yes Trixie?”
“Thanks.”
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A/N:Well howdy there y’all.
It’sa me, Taranasaurus.
Okay, so, this took a bit longer to come out for two reasons. One: I was bored, and tired. Two: I received every single season of Dr Who for my birthday. I regret nothing! And Three: I had a little trouble with googledocs.
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