"Featherweight!" a voice called. "Featherweight wake up this instant!" is cried even louder. A loud rap was made as something hard hit Feather Weights on head. Waking up instantly, he shot his head up backward hitting his head on the back of his chair.
A cry of laughter was heard as the class exploded into laughter. each student on the verge of either crying or falling off their seat. Featherweight, still waking from his nap, saw that his teacher, Mrs. Cheerilee, was looking at him with cold hard eyes, a ruler in her hoof. Feeling embarrassed, Featherweight ducked his head so that the class wouldn't see his cherry red cheeks. Walking back to the front, she gave the class a firm look which instantly quieted them, before continuing her lecture of music and its impact on society.
'Damn spider sense didn't kick in, why at of all times when it's always going off it decided to shut off now.' he thought to himself. Being a superhero was hard as it was having him patrol Ponyville at night until Luna's moon went down, and Celestia's sun came up. Though he fought small criminals that committed petty thieveries, he still was tired after the day having a few hours of rest dedicated to either studying or sleeping.
Once the bell finally rung and everypony left the class, Featherweight began to pack his things. Feeling a light tap on his shoulder, he turned to see that Mrs. Cheerilee was standing behind him, her eyes with worry. "Can we talk for a few minutes?" she asked, and knowing what she meant, minutes would be a painful hour of hearing how he should go to the counselor if he was being bullied or go to bed early, something that Featherweight heard over and over again coming from her.
"Uhh sure," he replied following her to her desk, waiting for her to sit down he stood patiently for what she had to say.
"Feather Weight, I asked to talk to you because I have to ask something of you." looking at him she continued "I know that the recent death of your uncle has affected you, but your grades are beginning to slip dramatically, and you're too smart to let that happen, so give me the truth. Are you being bullied, yes or no?"
"No, I'm not. I don't know why you always assume that when something like this happens. I mean I always finish top of my class when it comes to finals I have scholarships ranging from Canterlot University to out of country collages all practically begging for me to attend."
"I know it's that I'm worried about your well being, I've known you since you were a filly in kindergarten and I've had the pleasure of watching you become the colt you are today." Cheerilee replied teary eyed.
"Yea I know, and thanks, but I'm ok honestly." Featherweight said giving a smile.
"Good, now if I could ask a favor from you." she asked.
The Apartment of Professor Octavia Canterlot 7:47 P.M
"Almost finished," she said to herself, stepping back to admire her work, an exoskeleton with four robotic arms that would be controlled by her mind, wiping the sweat beating down her face she went back on finishing her creation.
A door was opened as a white unicorn walked to her, the black shades resting on the mare face bobbing up and down with each step. "So what is this again, some random tentacle porn fantasy that you finally made reality?" she asked with amusement.
Rolling her eyes, Octavia continued to work, while listening to her roommate blab on about the her latest song and achievements. Becoming aggravated she set her tools down turning to face the one speaking.
"Vinyl, if I remember correctly you too are building something, a dubstep gun I believe," Octavia said in a harsh voice. "Now what I'm doing is revolutionary, creating a way for musicians with multiple musical practices to play, conduct, and compose music, all at the same time with the hooves being free for other matters. All your dubstep gun does is malfunction and create sparks barely producing what you call 'music'."
Vinyl felt hurt at her friends remarks of how she created music and past failures. "Well if you feel that way well," she said tears coming upon her, "well I guess I'll go." with that she used her magic to open the door, and once out slammed said door.
Feeling a little bad, Octavia pondered on whether to go and apologize, or leave it as it was before making the matter worse. Deciding not to go, she saw that her masterpiece was almost done, the beautiful silver arms stretched down each with claws at the end, the chip which would plant itself on its host, glowing a faint blue.
Still staring she didn't hear the doorbell ring until it kept going at a continuous rate. "Vinyl can you please get-." she stopped herself from finishing the sentence, her roommate may have still been upside with Octavia recent outburst at her.
Leaving the room, she answered the door to see a scrawny beige pegasus standing at her door with a saddlebag that seemed overstuffed, and a camera hooked onto his body. Looking at her he pulled a note from his saddle bag and handed it to her.
"Hi! I'm Feather Weight I was asked by Mrs. Cheerilee to come and interview you about your new concert tour around Equestria."
Looking at the note it was indeed from a Mrs. Cheerliee, which puzzled her even more, a train ride from Ponyville to Canterlot was a two hour trip and it was nearing night already. "Where are my manners? Please come in." she told him beckoning him inside.
Looking around, Featherweight saw that Octavia was indeed as rumors said she was, neat. Not a single speck of dust seemed to live inside her apartment, but something did seem off. Though she composed some of Equestria greatest pieces, it was known that she roomed with the biggest party pony, DJ PON-3. He was so wrapped up in what he thinking about that his spider sense had to alert him about the oncoming danger.
In her room, Vinyl was devoted to finishing her project, in which she dubbed the "Dubstep Gun", that would take the energy produced by her music, and be able to fire it in a form of energy recreating the same music. Octavia told her that her music was unworthy to be heard, that all her gun ever did was malfunction and spark up. She'll show her that she deserved to be called a musician, and she'll do it by making this. Putting it on her arm she played one of her tracks, all the while she warmed her invention. She hadn't notice the lights beginning to dim as her gun began to absorb the music. Vinyl thoughts were on only proving her best friend wrong, and nothing else mattered.
Downstairs, Featherweights spider sense continued to bug him, going off every minute or so. Walking behind Octavia, he noticed that the lights were growing faint. Octavia, noticing that her guest stopped, looked at his gaze and followed what he was looking at, and with hearing the music pouring from the upstairs, discarded it.
"Oh it must be Vinyl making her music," she said. "Do try your best to ignore it, or trust me, you'll be up for weeks."
"I don't think it's the music Ms. Octavia, I believe it's something other than that." Featherweight said.
"Oh please what on Equestria could cause all that trouble, except for her.." she never finished her sentence, because the upstairs exploded. Octavias eyes widened as the fire began to pour from the ceiling. Her thoughts on only Vinyls safety, she ran from Featherweight, giving him time to suit up.
Running outside he pulled his saddle bag over his head and digging through it found his costume. Donning it quickly he stashed hi bag in a trash can before crawling up the wall to where the explosion happen. "Faster," he said to himself. "there's a reason why you're called Featherweight!" reaching the window, he heard the fire brigade arriving, meaning he had to hurry. He already had a bad rep in Ponyville, he certainly didn't need one in Canterlot.
Climbing in through the window, he worked his way through the blaze, seeing melted records and computer equipment everywhere. "Vinyl!" he heard, coming from what he thought he saw was a door. "Vinyl, it's me, Octavia! I'm coming to get you!" she cried, she then began to hit the door, which he put away searching for Vinyl, then his spider sense went off blasting off in his head.
As if in slow motion, he saw the door open, and knew what would happen, an effect called the back-draft, which would cook everypony in the inferno, if oxygen was to be let in. Pressing his left wing against the pressure plate beneath his costume, he shot a web that attached itself to Octavia. Latching on to her, he pulled his body back to allow her to come to him, before turning and jumping out the window.
"No, let go!" Octavia yelled, hitting the costume freak, landing as the building exploded and Octavias best friend dying in the blast. Tearing up, she turned to unleash her wrath upon the one who saved her, and let Vinyl die, but he wasn't there, because sitting on a neighboring rooftop, Feather Weight was weeping.