Laughter has two faces.

by ParadoxPony


Chairman

Vinyl Scratch.

A soft melody of music danced in the air from the cello. Not a single note was failed to be played, not a note I didn't hear. The angry howls of the wolves were drown out by her deafening lullaby. I backed away from her, hoping it would clear my head. Octava played the song till I fell to the ground, covering my my ears, but by then I had almost passed out. How was she still standing, I didn't know.

"Octi!? What was that?" Octavia lent a hoof for balance and I gladly took it. "That, that right there, that was awesome! How'd yuh learn to do that!?"

"Oh, that song?"

"Yah, yah. The whole, hypnosis thing back there with your guitar?"

"Vinyl, its called a cello, we've talked about this."

"Fine! How did you do it! Aw man! Teach me how to do that on the turntables!"

"It isn't done just like that. Here, old my cello." Octavia handed the cello to me and I began racing back and forth with the...stick thing she was using. "It took years of practice and concentration for an earth pony like me to put so much power into a-"

"Got it!"

"What!?"

I dropped the stick and began plucking strings. If a cello ever sounded close to dubstep, it was now. I used my magic to channel each musical note to reality through the instrument. It helped that I had a cutie mark in music....and a horn.

"B-but....How?"

"Eh, not as hard as you made it look. I just needed th-" As each note grew faster and more rapid, I grew more weary and disengaged. I dropped the cello and began gasping for breath.

"Not s easy as you thought, eh Vinyl?"


Dhiscord

Dhiscord snapped his talons and the pile of unsigned paperwork disappeared in a puff of smoke.


To Dhiscord: So, Chairman of Cheery Pain, do you have anything to do with "Queen Pinkamena's", ahem, mental state?\


The draconequus looked up, but no one was to be found. He shrugged and thought he'd answer anyway.

"Oh please! Why would I do a thing like that? How terrible of you to blame me of such a thing!"


Queen Pinkamena.

What did they mean? Why don't these voices like me? Everypony likes Pinkie....Everypony but them.

I snuggled up closer to my pet in the sense that it might make me warmer on this cool night. He's such god boy. I found him n my room, ropes gone and all, but he had stayed put. I was so glad he was here. Te best birthday git ever from my best friend.


So Queen Pinkamena was it? I thought that only princesses could rule in Equestria?


"Rule? I was given the throne silly! And besides, Cheesy like me! Don't you cheesy? Oh! You know what? I'm gunna o get you a snack!"

0.0.0.0

Cheese Sandwich relaxed his muscles once she was gone. The room was his once again.

To Cheese Sandwich: Well, since you "know" that there isn't a way out for you, why don't you tell us how you got in your position. Also, we can read your thoughts, answer us through thought if you can't answer us aloud.

Cheese took a deep breath and let it out slowly to buy himself time to think." I don't leave because she would find me. She doesn't have wings, or magic, but she would. And Pinkamena wouldn't show me mercy like Pinkie would. She is two different mares in two different ways. Now, leave me. I know what you things do to ponies."