Snow slowly trotted through the empty town, it was almost midnight, his favorite time of the day. He always had a fascination with the night, whether it is the lack of people that stole his heart, or the peacefulness, he never knew.
There was not a cloud in the sky tonight, and that led to the ultimate view of an almost full moon. He walked almost to the edge of the town, to a spot that held significant meaning to him. It was the cemetery. Once a week he would make the trek across town at night so no one would bother him while at his destination. His final destination would be the desolate grave of his mother.
Hers was the only pegasi grave in the entire cemetery, most choosing to be buried in one of the cloud cities instead, his mother however was different, she had married an earth pony, and that led to many a confrontation with other pegasi. Eventually the other pegasi ostracized her to the point she could not even commune with most, this led to her close friendship with all earth ponies and unicorns.
To say her grave was a stand alone would be an understatement. The cemetery was divided into three sections, one for each of the races of ponies in Equestria. Of course the earth and unicorn sections had plenty of plots filled up, but the pegasi only had one, and that was where snow was headed.
He rounded the corner that led to the cemetery and suddenly bumped into somepony. She was orange with a purple mane, and one that snow had quite the fond eyes for.
“oof! Sorry! I didn’t see you…there…around the… corner…hehe?” apologized a flustered Scootaloo as she realized where they had ended up. Scootaloo was sitting on top of a blushing Snow’s chest, looking down on his face. She quickly righted the situation and soon both were standing again
“I thought I was the only one who came out this way at night?” asked Snow curiously.
“I always come to see my mother, she was a unicorn you know”
“I never knew that,” he said, “it would explain a lot about your personality” they both started walking towards the cemetery now.
“Is t hat supposed to be a slam?” she asked in mock shock
”I would never do such a thing on purpose” he defended himself bravely.
*AUTHOR JUMPS OUT FROM A BUSH AND BLASTS TEN EIGHTEEN INCH SUBS ON 100K WATTS PLAYING MOLLY REALLY LOUD*
“I can no longer seem to hear you” said Scootaloo, plugging her hooves over her ears
Snow screamed as loud as he could. “THE MUTHAFUCKIN BASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BASS-GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(I would like to apologize to the readers right now, my uncontrollable love of bass led me to download some heavy boosts and my ears killed themselves when I started playing them right there, the reason its still there is because nothing will be deleted. This is straight from my fucked up head.)ps. I just jumped back in the bushes)
“What the hell was that?” Scootaloo asked, rubbing her very sore and probably bleeding ears.
“That my friend, was a man that knows his way around bass.” Snow responded to her queried question. “Piece out brutha!” he yelled to the bush I pooped out of. I stuck my head out and gave him a thumbs up, grinning widely because I found another spl freak liek myself .
“You guys just suffered through one hundred sixty four decibels of pure JIZZ!” I yelled back.
Scootaloo simply turned around and walked away, Snow looked between me and her. He went to say something to me, quickly shut his mouth then followed Scootaloo down the road to the cemetery. The smile slowly faded from my mouth the further they walked away. I reached to my computer and hit it to play two hundred decibels for two seconds, then lie flat on my back. The funeral would be small.
* * *
“So what was all that about Snow?” she asked, playfully bumping into him as she asked “little bit of bass freak?”
Suddenly a very loud burp of sound issued from the direction they had just come. Snow would know that sound anywhere, it was a funkypup hittin two hunnit db’s. “Wow, I bet that muthafucka aint even bouncin, dayyum!”
“What the hell is going on with you Snow, you seem to be slightly out of it tonight” queried Scoots
“Bass muthafucka, loud, pounding bass.”
“Wow. Lets just get tonight over with, sounds to me like you could use a LOT of sleep”
“it has been a while I guess, to many creepers and ghasts before bed.”
“maybe we should head back now, I’ll make sure you get home safe tonight, you have to promise me that you’ll get a bit of sleep tonight.”
“I promise” replied snow, secretly knowing a secret that only he knew.
“Okay then, lets head out then. Where do you live?”
“this way” said Snow, very mischievously.
* * *end of craposisness
They had arrived at Snow’s house just outside the town on the opposite side. It was very small, only looking like it could have one, maybe two rooms in it. Scootaloo couldn’t make out the color in the gloom of the night, it almost seemed blue, but could be any color in the light that was being shown by the moon right no
“This is my house, could I invite you in for some breakfast?” Snow asked
“Is it really that time of day?” She asked.
“It is really six in the morning, look behind you.” He stated
She did as she was told, and almost directly behind them the sun was rising. It was only a flat lightening of the lower hemisphere at this point, but it was gradually and rapidly growing into a paler shade of red.
“Guess I could use something to eat, seeing as I spent the entire night awake with you”
“right this way then” he called, already at the door.