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// Part 1 - This is Vinyl Scratch 
// Story: The DJ-Pon3 
// by DashCamp(IDBrony) 
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The DJ-Pon3

Julian – CsCamper – DashCamp(IDBrony)

Part 1 – This is Vinyl Scratch



Name? My name is Vinyl Scratch, or known to Equestria as DJ-Pon3. Well.... my life as a DJ isn’t very easy, lots of problems, especially before I became a successful DJ now. The truth, I actually didn’t really want to be a DJ, I wanted to be a party mare like everymare I used to see in the bar,are you a bit confused now? Well... perhaps I should tell the whole story.

Where should I start then? Okay, I don’t remember my foalhood or anything, the only thing I remember is when I was about five. I was still a tiny bitty little foal, I used to live in the street, living in the street was pretty fun, wild life everyday. I lived in an abandoned cargo box near Manehattan Dumpster, I was alone there with no parents, but I always got new friends. The things I was interested in was the small bar near the dumpster, the bar opened every night until the morning. I tried to get in there, but those bouncers kept kicking me out of their sight, not a polite thing to do to a five year old foal huh? I sneaked through the back door, I could heard the awesome song in the bar, at first I peeked inside, lots of mare and colt danced and jumped to the music. I opened the door a bit wider, so I could see everything, and the entire thing was ABSOLUTELY AWESOME!

I trotted carefully inside, those ponies didn’t seem to notice me, some ponies were pretty drunk. The music was cool, with some dizzy beats in it. I danced very wild to the music, well, I shouldn’t have done that, those bouncers saw me and kicked me out of the bar. Even though, I kept going to the bar, through the back door of course. I have been there for about, hundred times maybe? Those bouncers were quite stupid, they never tried to find out how I got in, I think the only thing in their head was ‘Intruders, get out’ or something like that, were they programmed or something? Well, dunno.

The bar was getting wilder every night, slowly, somepony noticed me getting into the bar. And eventually, everypony in the bar knew about me (except those stupid bouncers), ‘The foal who kept sneaking into the bar every night’, they called me that. And one day, a young mare came into me, she was pretty drunk, she kept calling me that name. It was a bit strange, she talked to a foal who wasn’t supposed to be there. She introduced herself in her drunk condition, “Heyyo... little. *burp* foal, you like party? Huh? Party? Party? I love i-*hergh*t..” , “Yeah, sure” I replied. That mare took a gulp, and then approached me closer, I could smell her stinky alcoholic breathe, I almost passed out, “urgh... “hey *ergh* kid, I’m the party queen here.. Queen Booze Shine *burp*” That mare passed out on the bar floor, it was very funny, if you was there, you would laugh very hard, I did laugh, and those bouncer  found me and kicked me out again, and my butt was hurting.

I came there again the next night, the same mare approached me again as soon as I entered the bar. “Oh hey, you must be the foal from yesterday, isn’t it?” “ Uhuh... so you are The Queen Booze Shine? The Party Queen” I replied with some sarcastic tones, she blushed and said “ Oh no, no, I was urm.. drunk, haha sorry. So whats your name? and you love this bar, don’t you? Those bouncers talked about you almost all the time, they said they had kicked you about thirty times, now I’m worried about your ass”. “My name is Vinyl, Vinyl Scratch, and don’t worry about my ass, it’s very strong” I replied,then I asked her another question “ aren’t you curious why I came here all night?”. That mare made an awkward smile, it seemed that I guessed her mind correctly. “Um... yeah, why?”.

I told Booze every single reason why I sneaked into this bar, while I was talking, she grabbed some drinks and mostly drank those in one gulp. “hey... kid” She talked with the same drunk intonation again, “wanna dri-*urgh*nk... *gulp* this is aweweweeeeesomee”. “ Oh sorry Booze, but *mmpphh*” she stuffed two bottles in my mouth, I still can’t forget my first alcohol, I don’t remember what happened next, when I woke up, I’m already outside the bar, with some bits in front of me, a colt passed by and tossed some bits to me. They thought I was a beggar, damn it, i wasn’t, I hate it when somepony thought I was a beggar because I was just a dirty little foal. I must admit I looked like one, skinny, dirty, messy, but twenty bits in front of my eyes was pretty good.

I entered that bar again that night, I could get in easily since then, those bouncers fell for only twenty bits, they sure were a complete idiot, well.. back to the bar. I met Booze Shine again, she sat next to the bartender, she greeted me as soon as she saw me. After I met her, I started to drink, but only one or two glasses. We talked lots of things, Booze told me that she worked as a cashier in KFH ( Kentucky Fried Hay). “If you only work as a cashier, how do you manage to get lots of money, for the drinks then?” I was very curious, “Well.. it’s a bit secret alright? The bartender is actually my friend, he gives me four free bottles every night, if I want more, I must pay. Don’t tell anypony about this, especially the manager,if he fires my friend, I won’t get free drinks anymore.” After she finished talking, she took a bottle and drank it.

And the next day I went there, Booze was already waiting for me in front of the bar,we have become a close friend. She greeted me and we got inside, and not so long, this became my everyday routine, party-party-party and party, every night. After some months, Booze never came to that bar again, the last news I knew from her, she was moving to another city, she said it was getting boring to stay here. Even without Booze, I still went to the bar every night, because Booze was my friend, the bartender also gave me free bottles, they didn’t really care about a drinking foal, haha... Well, the story continues, one day, a colt tried to hit on me. And...., he was Fillyphilia, you know, attracted to little foal, I rejected him lots of time, he kept trying with flowers, chocolate, candies, beers, and money. After some weeks, that colt caught me and dragged me to the toilet, You guessed it, he was trying to rape me.

To be continued...