//------------------------------// // Tuesday(Part B. Make sure it's inserted into Part A) // Story: Of Wubs and Men // by MoltenXKid //------------------------------// (Mason’s POV) “YOU ATE MY FUC-...You ate my cake...that was very wrong of you.” Octavia said as I wiped the corners of my mouth. “Ahh ,looks like that high society shell of yours almost broke,” I teased as I rubbed my shoulder, “Did you have to hit so hard? I might bruise.” “Hopefully you do. Twas my cake you eateth.” Her stomach growled, “Now, I will starve.” “How about I get you some more?” “That may help me survive...for now.” I looked around for the refreshment table and spotted it near the rear . With a pained sigh, I rose from the table. “I’ll be back ,Octy.” “Bring something to drink, as well.” I nodded and walked to towards the counter. Well, that was my original goal until the party goes pulled me to their tables to talk, or thank me for showing under short notice. I didn’t have the heart to tell them I wasn’t planning on going, I just nodded and smiled. Some even asked my contact information. I doubt they’ll ever call, though. Eventually, I finally made it to the counter where an elderly man stood. He looked somewhat bored, yet perked up when I came around. (I think it was just a natural tendency for his customers.) “How can I help, Mr…” He began. “Williams. Mason Williams. Though, you can just call me Mason.” I replied. “Another Williams, huh? What are the odds they’d both have a pony?” He marveled. “Another?” “The man you need to see is over there, “The man mumbled as he pointed to his right, “ And don’t worry. Octavia will get her cake. Maybe she might punch you a new one for taking it in the first place...” I let out a half smile before walking towards a man standing against the wall. I would have easily overlooked him any other time. I mean,he was just sort of blended into the wall. That would be the case if you just gave him an idle glance, but if you actually looked, there seemed to be something going on. A battle, perhaps. He seemed like he wanted to be happy, yet a nagging voice in the back of his head kept telling him no. Usually these type of people silence the voice with alcohol or drugs, but seeing as this man has a pony(Pinkie no less), that was the only crutch he needed. When I was close enough to the guy, I extended my for a handshake and spoke, “Hey, man, my name is Mason. Mason Williams.” He was startled, not expecting someone to just approach him, yet recovered quickly, “Oh, uhh the name is Andrew Williams, and Thank You for showing up and playing...given the random and untimely circumstances.” “No problem...just a bit of a warning first,” I said , then we both shared a mutual, chuckle before I continued, “That elderly man told me you also had a pony. Guessing it must the Pinkie Pie.” “Yes, my loving wife, Pinkie,” he said as he looked toward where she was, “I didn’t realize how much I needed her until after she arrived.” He looked back at me and picked up a cup that near him. He took a small drink, and then set it back down. I could see that he was trying to enjoy himself. He gave me a smile and then nodded toward the stage. “So, you got Octavia and Vinyl. Everything I ever dug up about them had them either as really good friends, or a couple. Regardless, it looks like the three of you seem to get along well,” he replied. I looked at Octavia, who was nursing her replacement piece of cake, and Vinyl, who seemed to be talking with Pinkie Pie. We were close, not that I didn’t have close friends. I once had an entire collection of friends, but part of them began to fall out when my music began to die out. Percy was there through it all, but that was because I was his client more than anything else. There was my buddies that would binge watch MLP with me, back before Vinyl and Octavia came into my life. I still wonder what they would do if they were to see Vinyl. Then there was Ana. “We do. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for, but I found a couple of friends,” I said. He grinned, nursed his drink a bit, and then looked toward me. “They’ll help in ways you don’t even understand. I don’t know how to explain it, but they will. To be honest I’m not sure why I’m talking so much. I guess that Pinkie is rubbing off on me. She never meets a stranger, everyone has the chance to be a friend, and if you become her friend she’s there through thick and thin. I have found that she needs something from me too,” he said. I smirked a little and I guess he noticed it. “Not that, well, not exactly. Pinkie practically lives on hugs and cuddles. She’s the happiest when she’s making someone smile, and when she’s doing what she’s meant to do. I’m not sure, but I think that they have to follow what they were meant to do. It’s… it’s like they need to interact with that magic,” he stated. It did make sense. Octavia seemed the happiest when she was playing her Cello, Vinyl was at her happiest when she was mixing, playing, and entertaining others. Sure, she liked to party, but she seemed to shine the brightest when she was doing exactly what she was doing on that stage. In a way it pushed me to want that same feeling. I wanted to fall in love with the music like that again. I wanted to create and feel some seriously accomplishment that I created something that made people excited and happy for a while. “I suppose I need all the help I can get,” I responded, “Music just doesn’t feel the same anymore.” “We all needed help. That’s why I think we got the advertisement when we did.l, “ Andrew looked away as if he was remembering something, “...Don’t worry. As long as you’re around each other, help will be there. Just keep them happy...not that you aren’t or anything.” “I gotcha...I gotcha.” We both stood there in silence watching over the party. In a couple minutes, I would have to return to the stage and resume the music. Send everyone home tired. Though, I still had time to laze around. I looked back to Octy who now was playing with some random kid. Both seemed to being enjoying. I then looked to Vinyl who had a can of Peach Cider... alcoholic of course. Before I could react, Andrew asked me a question that shut me down. “So is there a wedding in the future?” He asked. “A what?!” I responded in shock. “A wedding?” “Whoa whoa...sorry buddy, but Vinyl, Octavia, and I are only friends. Plus, I’m already in a relationship. Besides, I'm too young to be tied down just yet.” “Hmmm…”He wanted to finish his sentence, but decided not to, “Okay, I won’t say anything more, but just keep something called ‘Herding’ in mind.” “Herding?” “When you’re comfortable...ask Octavia or Vinyl.” I nodded before stretching my arm out to shake his hand. It was time for Vinyl and I to hit the stage, yet as I turned to leave, Andrew grabbed my shoulder. “I don’t want to impose, but could you do me a favor?” I nodded again, and he whispered something into my ear. A smirk appeared on my face as I agreed to his favor. He thanked me as I ran off to grab my slightly intoxicated partner. As I got closer to her, the smell of peaches became stronger, and I felt like vomiting, but I held it in since the kid’s party was important. I grabbed the unicorn’s arm, and she jumped. Pinkie let out a slight giggle. I don’t know what they were talking about before I got there, but Vinyl had a slight blush and Pinkie had a serious look about her. Well, serious for her. “Sorry to interrupt you ponies, but we’re needed on stage. Plus, we have a special job to do.” I stated. “Please, go do your jobs, “Pinkie smiled, “And Vinyl, keep in mind what I said.” Vinyl sighed with a smile before she turned to follow. Once we got out of Pinkie’s hearing range(I think) I spoke. “What does she need you to keep in mind?” I asked, walking onto the stage. “Nothing...nothing,” She walked to her bass cannon and turned it one, “I saw you talking to her husband. What did you two talk about?” “Nothing...nothing. Just man stuff.” I turned on my station, pulled out my laptop, and thought about the favor, “Crap...I didn’t give you the laptop I had for you.” “No worries...I found it that same day you brought it home, “Vinyl’s horn lit and red laptop appeared, “Been making some pretty sweet sounds with this thing.” “Sneaky little pony. Anyway, good thing you did it. We’ve been asked to make a special song for that pink lady.” “How long do we have?” “About twenty-five minutes…” “That's more than enough time.” “I know, right? Tesla...if this place has a open connection, connect both our computers and create a private connection between us.” Within seconds, Vinyl and I were creating a song specifically for Pinkie. Taking the liberty of borrowing some samples, the song was coming along nicely. Of course, we had some creative differences, but we worked through them...more or less. While we worked, the crowd listened to a playlist I had saved for a rainy day. It wasn’t too fast nor too slow. Just enough to keep the party going and people distracted. “What is that?” I asked Vinyl, “Sounds iffy…” “It’s the main rhythm; trust me. They’ll love it,” She responded while looking at her screen, “Hey...when did those vocals get there…” “I had Tesla to find a voice and make it say specific words. Trust me, it’ll add to the song.” The members of the party started to head out. Some said their goodbyes while others simply left. Soon, the only persons left in the room were the ones who were working it. Yet, Vinyl and I didn’t notice. We kept working on the song. Pinkie starting cleaning the tables. Andrew began to help her, and the old man talked to Octavia. Both seemed to be having a serious conversation. “The song is done,” Vinyl whispered to me. “Nice...Here’s the mic. When you’re ready, just-” “HEY, THERE PARTY PONIES!!!” Vinyl yelled in the microphone, “THIS IS DJ PON-3 ROCKING IT WITH DJ HELIX! WE ARE ABOUT TO RELEASE OUR BRAND NEW SINGLE...LIVE FOR YOUR EARS’ PLEASURE!! BUT FIRST: WE’D LIKE TO LET Y’ALL KNOW THAT THIS SONG IS DEDICATED TO A VERY SPECIAL PINK MARE FROM HER HUSBAND! ALRIGHT, HIT IT!!” With enthusiasm, I pressed the play button. The song slowly began to fill the room; Vinyl and my attention went to maintaining it. On the floor, Pinkie pulled her husband into a tight embrace before letting him go and starting to dance. Awkwardly, he joined her. Octavia and the old man simply sighed before returning their conversation. Though, both nodded their heads to the beat. Unexpectedly, the birthday boy stuck his back in the room and yelled, "Guys, the party is still going!" After his words, everyone returned to the room and danced. The overhead lights slowly dimmed while rave lights rose from the floor and turned on from behind the stage. In a way, it felt like the real thing...just with more kids. I couldn't help but smile as the scene unfolded. It reminded me of the old days of when I first started. A club here...a club there...barely making it every month. Pretty sure that's how every musician felt at one point. I took my hands away from the setup since there was nothing left to do. Well, I thought that. Vinyl, on the other hand, kept working. Changing things even as the song played. Sweat began to drip from her brow as she pushed the laptop to its limit. I didn't even think she noticed me looking. Just admiring how deep she got into her work. How she never stopped...not even for a moment. Though, my staring came to an end when she slightly turned her head; I went back to controlling the sound. (Pinkie's POV) I can't say how long the song was on repeat for, but soon enough, people started to leave, and Mason was packing up his laptop. Vinyl was doing the same. Mr. Anderson closed up shop after the last person left. He said he needed the rest of the day to rest. He couldn't party like he could when he was younger. Andy, tired from dancing, fetched himself some water before we both walked to the stage. "Thank you for taking the job under the time constraint," Andy stated, "And also for coming to the party." "No problem," Mason replied, "I wasn't do anything today anyway. I needed to get out." "Yeah, there's a whole story behind him being so nonchalant about coming. It involves his parole officer," Vinyl added. "Let's just say, I was suppose to show up here anyway." Andy simply nodded before taking out his phone and opening his credits account. "Seeing as the family didn't pay for your services, how much? " he asked. Mason was about to say something, but his mouth shut tight as his eyes opened in terror. He was looking behind me, so I turned; I saw Octavia staring with a look of death in her eyes. Vinyl also had the look, yet it was blocked by her glasses. "No charge. No charge at all," Mason hastily said, "Well, maybe a ride home through whatever way we got here." "That should be no problem, Mr...Williams, you said?" "Yep. Same as you? Wait...you don't think..." "I doubt it. It's a common last name. Plus, it doesn't seem like you came from...my background." "I suppose you're right. Would be interesting. Anyway, guess we'll be on our way. Whenever you need a DJ or something, just hit me up, "Mason said a he handed a card with his information to Andy, "Ready, guys?" Octavia nodded and Vinyl looked down at her Basscannon. I knew then, what I had to do. With swift movement of my hands, the three were gone back to L.A. "A lively bunch of characters," Andy commented. "They're good for each other," I said, " I Just hope they're ready for the three tiny responsibilities they'll have." (Mason's POV) In the blink of an eye, I was back at home. Everything was the same as when I left- three shot glasses and a bottle of peach Jack left on the table. One thing was different; there was a note from my parents telling me they had went out to dinner. They deserved some time alone outside this house. "So what now?" Vinyl asked. "Well...I resume my regularly scheduled activity, "I grabbed the Jack and poured three shots, "You're free to join in." Both ponies shook their heads. I shrugged my shoulders, grabbed a glass, and before I could drink it down, a call call came through. "Hello, " I spoke, knowing the microphones around the house would pick up my voice, "How can I help you?" "Hello, Mason. It's Ana. How are you?" "I'm good, Ana. You?" "Oh...I'm just peachy...except for the fucking fact a giant fucking...speaker turntable thing just appeared in the middle of my club!" "Our club...and it's Vinyl's bass cannon." "You know...when this thing appeared...I was wondering how and why? Then I began thinking. 'Where did this weird thing come from? It's almost magic it appeared.' Then it hit me! Who do I know that deals in weird and magic stuff?" "Me..." "Yeah...you." "Do you think you can hook it up for the battle?" "...you have the audacity to ask me that!? After what just happened! Okay...okay...I'll do it. But you owe me." "Owe you what?" "Oh...you know." Anastasia ended the call. I simply smiled and went back to nursing my shot. "You know she can't hook that up, right?" Vinyl said. "Why not?" I asked. "It's magical. Not electrical. It'll take loads of electricity to get it to even think about starting." "I'll call her back then-" "No...don't. Just wait till tomorrow." "Alright then," I finished one shot, cringed, and then picked up another, "I'll see you in the morning."