A Morning Filled With DubStep
Date: July/24th/2013
Now I'm a person who enjoys his sleep, and I think that that gos for almost everyone I know, even Discord. So when you are woken up as I was, especially when you've got to go to work in a few hours, you tend to be a bit grumpy.
The first thing I was made aware of when I woke up was that my entire room was shaking. It wasn't an Earth quake or anything like that. It was music. Extremely loud; so much that every time it hit the bass it shook the room to it's core.
Thud!
I sat up and looked over. The alarm clock on my nightstand was now lying on the floor. It wasn't broken, but it just proved how loud the music was. I groaned, muttering under my breath, and threw the sheets off of my person.
“How much do you wanna bet that Discord is doing this.”
I threw my legs over the side of the bed and got to my feet. This had to stop. At this rate I wouldn't be able to get the rest of my sleep before I had to get to work, and there was no way I was being late this early on in the job.
As I made my way down stairs, the music only seemed to get louder. Once I got to the bottom step I was about to walk towards the kitchen door where the music was coming from when I realize something. The entire living room was flipped upside down. The couch, the television set and even the coffee table were on the ceiling, while the ceiling fan ...or, floor fan? Whatever, it was on the floor. And, in the center of it all was Discord, sitting on the upside down couch as if everything was normal.
“Discord.”
“....”
“Discord!” I yelled over the music. I still didn't get an answer. Looking closer, I noticed that he had a pair of headphones on. That would explain why he wasn't bother by the loudness of it all. I sighed and reached down, pulling off my left slipper, then threw right at his head, finally getting his attention.
The human formed draconequus looked down ...or upside down-. Whatever, he looked at me and took off his headphones. “Can I help you with something?” Discord said, lifting his left hand into the air. He was holding a book. “If you haven't noticed, I'm in the middle of reading.”
“How in the world can you read with all this noise,” I yelled over the music.
Discord shrugged. “It not really hard to ignore. I was wearing headphones, too. Makes blocking it out much easier if you ask me.”
“And there's all this music blasting through the house, because …?”
“Oh. Well, that would be John,” the chaos spirit said, giving a nod towards the kitchen. “It was his turn to do the dishes. So I guess you could say I made it a bit more fun for him.”
“You do know this is gonna wake up Taylor, right.” I stated, putting back on my other slipper. “He's gonna have on of his tantrums again, and it's going to be all your fault.”
“Oh, I don't think we have to worry about that.” Discord replied, as he waved his hand dismissively at me. “I put a sound bubble around his crib. Sound comes out, but he can't here a thing outside of it. So, no worries there.” He was about to put back on his headphones as opened his book back to the page he was on. “Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some reading to continue. This Yuno girl is really something.”
I got a good look at the he was reading, it was a manga. surprisingly?
But, it was in complete Japanese. “Wait a minute. Since when could you read Japanese?” I asked. “I thought you could only understand English or ''Equestrian'',” I said, making quotation marks with my finger.
Discord just grinned. “I believe you're asking the wrong question, my boy.” He put back on his headphones and continued. “I think the question you should be asking is since when couldn't I read Japanese.”
I opened my mouth to say something. Then closed it a few seconds afterward, shaking my head. I swear, this guy ...uhh! Jeez, I don't understand him at all!
Sighing, I turned and made my way to the kitchen door. Once I opened it, I was hit was a wave of sound. As loud as it had been from my room, it was way louder at it's source. And to make it worse there were neon lights changing the color of the kitchen every time the beat dropped. It was making my eyes hurt a little bit.
Red, then green, then yellow, then blue. Oh God, this was too much for anyone's eyes to take!
John, who had just noticed me walk in, turned to me and waved. Oddly enough the music wasn't blasting out of a stereo or even a speaker. It was coming from the dishwasher. “Morning Justin, what do you think of the new dishwasher?” He yelled, bobbing his head to the music.
“Why is there music blasting out of the dishwasher?”
Mom smiled, sipping whatever was drinking; most likely coffee if I had to guess. She sat at the table that shook with every bump that came from the dishwasher, but nothing had yet to fall from the table. “Oh, you know you're stepfather. Always making new things with that magic of his.”
“Can you believe he made a DubStep dishwasher? It's like the most awesome thing since, ever!” My little brother exclaimed, grinning at me. “It cleans dishes on a microscopic level. He said he got the idea from some DJ pony in his world named, Vinyl Scratch, or something like that.”
“Ookay, not that I asked that. Do you have to blast it so loud, though?” I muttered, I walked over to a chair and took a seat, laying face down on the oak table, which wasn't much of a good idea because it kept on moving. “I have to work in a few hours. I'd really like to get back to sleep and I can't do that if you're trying to blow my ear drums off.”
“We're sorry, sweet heart. We thought that Discord was going to place a sound bubble over your room, so we ended up playing it pretty loudly.”
“And the neighbors? They are gonna report all this noise,” I stated.
Mom shrugged. “I highly doubt that they can hear a thing. The house is soundproof, so there's no need to worry about that.” She then turned to John. “Could you turn the volume down a bit.”
“But, mom~.”
“Now.”
“Fine,” John uttered. He did what he was told and turned down the volume so that it could only be heard in the kitchen. I sighed and slid back in my chair and stood up.
“Thank you.” I walked to the kitchen door, not even bothering to push my chair back in. to tell the truth I was too tired to care about something like that this time of morning. Plus, I was already half way across the kitchen. “Anyway, I'm going back to sleep. I make my own breakfast when I wake up later, so there's no need to cook or me, mom.”
“Alright, just don't forget to eat something this time or you'll be working on an empty stomach all day at work. And trust me that's the worst feeling in the world.”
“I'll eat something, don't worry about it, mom.” I just waved, pushing opened the door and head back upstairs. When I got to my room I kick off slippers and threw myself onto the bed, covering myself in my sheets like a cocoon. Sighing in relaxation, I looked over at my clock.
It was only seven-thirty in the morning. That gave me about two hours of sleep.
Man, it was taught having a job. Especially when you had to wake up at early hours you're not used to.