Vinyl Scratch wandered through the streets of Ponyville. As usually, Vinyl’s headphones were bursting with loud dubstep of her own creation, and her head bobbed with the erratic beat. Through her shades the mare could see a distorted and violet tinted variation of the world around her. She carried the rhythm of the song in her stride, and she greeted every pony she passed with a nod of her head without missing a beat.
Vinyl strolled passed the rural houses and wandered to the outskirts of her quaint town. Finally breaking her rhythm, she paused, and took a moment to simply observe the nature around her. Spying a bench nearby, she took a sit on the weather-eaten wood. She slipped the headphones off her ears and laid them down beside her. Vinyl stared off into the distance, seeing the dark and foreboding Everfree Forest not too far away. Vinyl sighed with a smile on her face as she listened to the sounds of the wind rustling her mane.
Then her sensitive ears caught a peculiar noise. She didn’t know where it was coming from, but it reminded her of the sound of window wiping. Vinyl could almost hear the squeak of the slick, soapy cloth as it rubbed grime from the windows. She the artificial scent of lilacs registered in her nostrils. She could almost see the vast amount of filth that had collected over the months.
The white mare shook her head. It was her downtime. Not relax time, which could only be done with the accompaniment of blaring dubstep, but downtime. It was time for her to forget about everything, and think about nothing. She took a deep cleansing breath, and let it out slowly.
Once again, Vinyl heard strange noise. This time, it ended with the a nice plopping sound. It was almost exactly the same sound a rag made as it splashed into a buckets of soapsuds.
Vinyl shook her head and tried to keep the sound from her mind. No matter how she tried, however, the noise continued to ripple in the air. It was calling to her reminding her off her responsibilities, torturing her for abandoning her mundane but necessary chores.
Finally, Vinyl decided that she had heard enough. She craned her head and perked her ears to find the source of the sound from tartarus. There was nothing nearby, and the higher she craned her head, the quieter the sound became. Finally, the unicorn mare and the sense to look down at the bench she was sitting on.
A green baby alligator was sitting down next to her. Vinyl lowered her shades to take a closer look, and then raised an eyebrow.
The reptile stared at her blankly.
Vinyl pushed her shades up and tentatively stuck out a hoof.
The baby alligator met her hoof with his tongue.
Vinyl pointed to herself, and mouthed her name.
The alligator opened his mouth and rubbed his gums with his tongue.
Vinyl nodded.
Gummy stared back at her.
The two looked at each other in silence, until Gummy flicked out his tongue and licked his eye. The tip of his tongue dragged over his eye, creaking to a small but distinct squeaking noise.
Vinyl facehoofed. Then she turned away from Gummy stared off into the horizon. She listened to the wind whistling in the air, and imagined how a breeze would sound on dubstep. Her thoughts were interrupted by a cold sensation on her leg. The mare jumped to her hooves, and glared at Gummy, who had licked her leg.
Gummy blinked at her.
Vinyl glared from behind her glasses.
Gummy stared back.
Vinyl pulled down her shades and glared even fiercer.
Gummy opened his mouth and lashed his tongue.
Vinyl plopped back down on the bench and shuffled as far away from Gummy as she could. She took another cleansing breath and kept let her eyes settle on the scenery, but Gummy was persistent. He slowly waddled towards her, and looked her with wide eyes.
Vinyl turned her head away.
Gummy crawled up to her and bumped her with his snout.
Vinyl shot him a hateful glance.
Gummy cocked his head.
Vinyl threw her hooves up. She levitated a stick towards her with her magic and swept one end of it back and forth through the grass. She drew her hoof through the air in circular motions. Then she began to make some interesting facial expressions. First, she puffed out her cheeks as she glared at Gummy fiercely. Then she let the air blow out as she moved her lips rapidly as she jabbed a hoof accusingly at the baby alligator. After she had run out of air, she took a deep breath and turned her nose up into the air as she began speaking slowly while waving her hoof in the air as if she was conducting an orchestra. Finally, she slumped down on the bench and stared at the purple-tinted sky.
Gummy flicked out his tongue and licked his eye.
Vinyl winced as she heard the familiar squeaking sound. She gave Gummy a reproaching look.
Gummy cocked his head ever so slightly.
Vinyl rolled her eyes.
Gummy stared at her.
Vinyl crossed her forelegs.
Gummy continued staring at her.
Vinyl turned her face away.
Gummy persistently stared at her.
Vinyl turned her face away.
Gummy did not tear his eyes from her face.
Vinyl sighed, and turned back to face Gummy.
Gummy blinked.
Vinyl rolled her eyes and levitated the stick into the air again. She toyed with it, spinning it around lazily in the air. Then she jabbed the earth with one end of it and began drawing a figure in the grass and dirt. Vinyl was no artist, but she managed to creative definitive shapes of legs, a head, a mane, and a tail. She sighed, and let the stick drop into the dirt.
Gummy lashed the tip of his tongue against the mare’s side.
Vinyl concentrated her face into a frown as she glared at the baby alligator, but soon enough, the corners of her mouth turned up.
Gummy blinked twice.
Vinyl nodded, and gave Gummy a full grin.
Gummy blinked again. Then he waddled forward and bit onto her tail.
Vinyl stared at him blankly.
He stared back with even more blankness.
The mare shrugged, and began strolling back to Ponyville with Gummy latched on her tail, and her headphones forgotten on the bench.