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// Conversation No. 7: Not Yourself 
// Story: Dropping the Bass 
// by Taranasauruso_o 
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A conversation between Vinyl Scratch and Trixie, as told by an unnamed source.

“... Trixie, why do you speak in the third pony all the time?” Vinyl turned her glowing eyes to face Trixie. The white mare had been instructed by her marefriend to wear the sunglasses less, as she had been told her eyes were beautiful.

“Trixie has... reasons.”

“I see.” Vinyl lowered her gaze. ”I’m sorr-”

“Don’t be. you have every right to know.”

“Once... Trixie was happy. She had a mother and a father, and they both loved her very much. They spent hours just playing together, as a family. Trixie grew close to them, but one day, they were torn apart.”

“Trixie knew that the family was in debt. They had needed money ever since she had been born, as neither of her parents had time to work any more. But when Trixie came home one day, she found their house empty. Ransacked and broken, someone had torn the place apart.”

“Trixie’s father stood in the center of the mess, sobbing. He told Trixie that some ponies had come and taken away her mother, and that they would never see her again. Trixie thought he was lying. Trixie ran out into the cold and used her magic to locate her mother. She ran for days and nights, until finally, the trail ended.”

“There, on the side of the road, lay Trixie’s mother. Broken, battered and bleeding, she looked a lot worse than Trixie felt. When Trixie tried to help her up, to get her to leave, her mother was cold, lifeless.”

“Trixie stayed by her mother’s side for many days and many nights, slowly starving to death. One day, a travelling circus passed by, and the owner offered to take Trixie in. Trixie left with the circus, and has never seen her father since. It is why she is a showmare, because she was raised that way.”

“Trixie was once happy, but no longer. She had everything stripped away from her in one moment, everything she cared and loved. Trixie no longer feel like herself, so Trixie is not herself. Therefore, she must speak as if she were and observer.”

Vinyl’s eyes glistened with tears. “Trixie, I’m so sorry for asking, please can y-”

“Really Vinyl, Trixie is fine, she has you, and that is all she needs.” Trixie snuggled closer to her friend, pulling her into a warm embrace, that lasted for the rest of the night.

Beyond them, the stars shined.


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A/N: Another conversation, what is this?

As I said before, I’m using these as a way to tell information that may not be shown in the stories. 

Anyway, talk to you later!

-Taran.

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