//------------------------------// // Halloween Wubz // Story: Of Wubs and Men // by MoltenXKid //------------------------------// Mason searched the refrigerator for something to drink. After being banned from alcohol, he filled the empty space with anything he could find that the females approved of. Unfortunately, the fridge was completely empty of anything he deemed worthy of drinking. He kept searching, determined to find something. He moved the eggs, shifted the milk, and even touched the week old lasagna before coming across a bottle with Vinyl's name on it.  He picked it up and examined it close. It looked to be some type of red fruit punch. He shrugged before he opened the top to drink, yet a voice stopped him. "Alright...I'm heading out to the club for the Halloween Party," Ana said as she grabbed her black trench coat from the closet," You all have fun giving out candy." Mason turned to her and smiled, "Yeah...giving out candy..." "I swear...you better not eat it all. At least save some for me." "If it was only me, of course, but we have ourselves a chocolate loving pony." Mason explained before closing the bottle and returning it to the fridge. Vinyl, looking up from the behind the couch, nervously smiled at Ana ,and showed her brown stained teeth.  Then she looked towards Mason and watch him return her bottle. A moment later, she dived back into the bowl with no regrets. Anastasia sighed before she grabbed her car keys and headed to the door. Though, she stopped when she saw Octavia coming from the bedroom wearing a similar trench coat. They made eye contact and simply nodded with each other in an unspoken agreement. "I'm going with Ana, so you two behave. We don't need the police coming by here...again." Octavia spoke. Vinyl rose from the bowl of candy and mumbled something incoherent. Besides being unable to understand, Octavia also cringed at the display of bad manners. "She means we will be on our best behavior," Mason translated, " You two should be on your way. Don't wanna be late." The mature members of the group squinted their eyes before heading out of the door. Once they started the vehicle, pulled out the driveway, and were out of sight, Mason  unfolded  piece of paper from his pocket and taped it on the outside of the door. With a smirk, he read it out loud to Vinyl. "No candy," He spoke out loud, "Alright, pony...pass the...HEY! SHARE THE BOWL!" Vinyl and Mason lay in the floor surrounded by mounds of empty candy wrappers. Their mouths stained with sticky residue and their tongues permanently tasting of sweetness.  Neither wanted to move, not for a long time ,but Mason began to thirst.  With  struggle, he rose from the carpet, poked Vinyl in her swollen stomach, and walked to the fridge once again. He looked around, hoping that things might have changed, yet nothing did.  Nothing caught his attention except the bottle of fruit punch, so he grabbed it. "Hey, pony! Did ya make this fruit punch yourself?" Mason asked. "Fruit punch? I didn't make any fruit punch." Vinyl replied, still laying on the floor. "Ya had to. It's in the bottle with your name on it. Why didn't you make more?" Realization hit Vinyl quick as she rose from the ground and made her way to Mason. "Dude...put that down now!" Vinyl warned as she began to reach for her bottle. Yet, Mason lifted his arm outside of her reach. "No need to get aggressive.  It's only pun-" At that moment, Tesla alerted the two of visitors at the front door.  Annoyed at the interruption of his fun, he went to the door and opened it.  In front of him were three kids, who didn't bother dressing in costumes, and their mother.  He looked at them, and then his front door with the sign. The mother took the hint and spoke. "They...wanted to check every door." She explained. Mason nodded and spoke," Sorry, kids, but I don't have any sweets." "What about that?" asked a one of the kids, pointing a wrapper on Mason's shirt. "Uhhh..." "Or that," said another child, pointing at the bottle. "It's blood!" Mason said in a spooky way, "O positive. It's good for ya bones!" The kids got excited and began to urge Mason to take a sip. He hated to leave an audience waiting, so he lifted the bottle to his lips. Vinyl began to run to him as she saw what he was doing, yet it was too late. The bottle touched his lips and he took a big gulp. His eyes opened in horror as Vinyl finally reached him. They made eye contact; she could see the horror and confusion in his eyes. With speed and strength she shouldn’t have, she pulled Mason into the house, and locked the door. “Look, you weren’t supposed-” Vinyl started to say. “What...the...FUCK IS THIS!” Mason yelled, referring to the bottle. His teeth light red. “Just let me explain!” "Is this your idea of a joke?!" “This isn’t some Nightmare Night joke. Mason,dear, you have to calm down.” “How? How Vinyl?! You’re drinking blood...from what...I don’t know! Oh gawd...I drunk so much...” Mason walked away from the pony and began to pace. He rubbed his temples, trying to grasp what had happened, yet he couldn't. He had drank blood and the pony in his home apparently saw nothing wrong with it. Said pony, stood in her same spot, also thinking about the situation, yet she came to an answer quicker than the other. “You weren’t supposed to find out..." Vinyl whispered to herself, "This was suppose to be a secret, but no. You had to find out...”                  “Find what out?! That you drink blood like I drink water!”         At that moment, Vinyl took off her glasses to reveal her scarlet eyes. Yet, they seemed different. Glowing. She opened her mouth and two fangs began to grow. When fully extended, she graced over them with her tongue and then smiled a sadistic smile. She walked over to the nearest chair and sat down.         “I’ll give you ten seconds,” She said.                  “Ten seconds for what..." Mason asked, noticing the change of atmosphere.         “7...6...5...” Vinyl counted," Ten seconds to run...3...2...1..."         Mason turned and ran. Looking back, he saw Vinyl standing up before she sprinted towards him, knocking over everything in her path.At that moment, he ran faster than he though he could-least he thought-away. Yet, it didn’t matter. Once he turned his gaze forward, Vinyl was standing in front of him. With a quick swipe of her arm, Mason went flying into the wall.         The collision with the wall made the dj’s mind go blank for a moment. When he finally came to, his back hurt and felt cut up. He opened his eyes to see a furry finger covered in blood was in his eyesight. He followed the finger to a sadistic yet familiar face.  One that also looked hungry.         “Is that all ya got, Mason? You’re not being very fun,” said Vinyl as she began to suck her blood covered finger,” You’re pretty good. Not the best, but good. Reminds me of your career.         “Too far,pony,” Mason replied, trying to get up and run yet a sharp pain stopped him.         “I wouldn’t move too much if I were you. You sorta crashed into a framed picture of gram-gram.”         Mason shifted himself up and slid the frame from behind him. In his hands the frame fell apart, allowing the picture of his grandmother to fall on the floor. He slowly reached for the picture only for Vinyl to swipe it away. She looked it over before slowly folding it up and placing it into her pocket. “Don’t worry, you’ll  meet her soon.”         The unicorn grabbed the DJ by his collar, stood him, and gave him a quick push. Mason took the and limped away. He heard Vinyl counting and counting; he limped faster until he made his way into the basement. He took a deep breath, and limped down the stairs. Each step causing great pain. Sadly, he couldn’t scream or else the pony might hear. Once he reached the bottom, he walked over to his booth and locked himself inside. He checked the door a couple times before placing his back against the wall and sliding down.         The Dj began to calm himself down, taking deep breaths. He tried to rationalize his situation, but there was nothing he could think about to even make the situation normal. His pony was crazy. There was only one thing he could think about doing and that was going to the source for answers. So, he took out his phone and searched for “Vogon Biotech”. After refreshing google a couple times, the website finally appeared. He pressed the link and went to FAQs. “Welcome to Vogon Biotech’s FAQs page. Your Identity has been identified as Mason Williams, the owner of Vinyl Scratch and Octavia Melody, “ welcomed a pony that appeared on the screen, “ Now please select the pony you wish to know more about.”         Mason hurriedly selected “Vinyl” as he heard said pony begin to walk above him.         “Ah, Vinyl Scratch. The DJ. What do you want to know? Use the voice command and we will see if we have something close to what you want.”         Mason pressed the voice button, “Vinyl is drinking blood...strong...fast...and for some reason...very sadistic.”         “Mason...I’m coming for you…”         “Searching...Ahhh...yes. The answer is simple. Vinyl is a vampire.”                  “Oh haha...Funny Halloween joke. Seriously, why is she doing this?!”         “I’m being completely serious with you,sir.  Vinyl Scratch is a vampire.”          “Well, I don’t remember asking for a vampires.”         “You didn’t ask for anything,” The mare replied in a matter-of-fact way, “You told us to make Vinyl in a way that any brony would want. We figured adding some character development from the fanfiction, “My Roommate is a Vampire,” wouldn’t hurt.”         “Where...the hell are you?!”          “You guy’s thought adding vampire characteristics was what every brony wanted?!”         “It’s a popular story. So popular, we also did something with Octavia…”         “The hell were you guys thinking?!”                  “We simply did the best we could to serve the customer.”         “I gotta call Ana...Pony...how do we protect ourselves? Sunlight? Garlic? Wooden Stake? Silver Bullets?”         “Actually, none of those things work. Well, besides the bullet and wood. I mean, who wouldn’t those kill, right? Anyway, we opted not to put those things since the ponies wouldn’t be able to enjoy a full life.”         “Okay...uhhhh I GOTTA CALL ANA!”         “Seriously, I’m hungry!”          Quickly, Mason got out of the browser, and went to his contacts.  He didn’t know how he missed her in his contacts, but he finally found her. He dialed, waited, and waited. Eventually, he reached the voicemail. He decided not to leave one, and called again and again until  she finally picked up.          He barely heard her say, “hello,” but knew she was annoyed. The music in the background was loud, yet he knew the sound anywhere. It was a song he made back in his glory days, but he shook the thought from his head.         He asked her to go someplace private, she sighed, but obliged. She walked to  her office, greetings customers along the way before opening the door and walking in.         “Alright, what do you want?” Ana said with a sigh. “VINYL IS A VAMPIRE AND SHE’S TRYING TO BITE ME!” Mason yelled. “Look, I don’t want to hear about you two having sex.” Ana replied, looking through papers on her desk, “Though, vampire roleplay does sound fun.” “No! Seriously! She’s a vampire!” “You’re really into it. We might have to try that sometimes.” “Ana...please…” “You two have fun. Octy and I will be home in a couple hours. Maybe then we can- Oh! speak of the devil. Octavia! How's things looking out there.” Mason heard no reply from the mare; he heard only low growls escaping her mouth and the faint sounds of running. "Wow, Octy! Good job on your costume. Jeez, I didn't know you even brought one. Ana began to complimenting the pony. She began to say things like, "What big teeth you have," and "You look terrifying." Though, Octavia never replied. She stayed in "character", slowly stepping closer to Anastasia. Finally, the gears began to turn in the humans head. She slowly backed away, fumbling with her phone. Then, she tripped; she dropped her phone. Quickly grabbing it, she spoke. "Are you sure this isn't a joke?" Ana asked, terror rising in her voice," Please say it is..." "Sorry..." "Well shit..." The call ended with a loud growl followed by the dial tone. Mason tried calling back only to be sent straight to voicemail. With a sigh, he tossed his phone across the room. It would only be a short time before Vinyl would get him. All he had to do is wait. He thought to himself how he bought two items that lead to his demise. It was kind of funny. In a way, "I'm about to die" kind of way. Then, he heard it. A knock at the window. He turned to look and saw Vinyl smiling at him. She blew air on the window to fog it up. Inside it, she drew a heart. For a second, Mason thought things were looking up, but when Vinyl began to bite it, he knew he was wrong. She wiped the heart away before coming to the door, and unlocking it. "How...did you?" Mason asked, standing up. "You forget I live here. I have the key." Vinyl replied, waltzing to the dj. "Shit..." "Well...I say it's time for me to eat and you to sleep." "Vinyl...please..." "Sorry, bro. This is just how the bass drops." "Ew...that was just terrib-" Vinyl grabbed and pulled Mason close. For one second, she looked into his eyes. Then, she bit into his neck. Oddly, the bite didn't hurt. It felt like a numbing experience that spread from his neck and around his body. The more Vinyl sucked, the more tired mason got. It got to a point where he could barely hold his eyes open. Then, Vinyl dropped him. Before he took his last breaths, Vinyl leaned over him, and fully closed his eyes. When Mason awoke, he did it with a jump. He was covered in sweat. He touched his neck and felt nothing out of the usual. Perhaps all the candy he at last night gave him strange dreams he thought. With slow movements, he rose out of his bed and walked to the kitchen; he was parched. The walk seemed a alot longer than it should have been, but he finally made it. The first thing he noticed was Anastasia and Octavia laying on the couch. Their clothes were torn and ripped. Oddly, they had blood and feathers around their mouths, yet Mason didn't think anything of it. Then, he walked to the kitchen and saw Vinyl sitting, reading a people magazine. Mason didn't open his mouth to say hello. He simply walked to the refrigerator and looked for something to drink. Same as yesterday, there was nothing but a bottle filled with red liquid. "Hey...Vinyl...what's this in the bottle?" Asked Mason, he voice dry and crackling. "Blood. AB." She replied, still reading. Mason didn't hesitate as he brought the bottle to his lips. First, he took one sip. Then, he finished the bottle. "Hmm...not bad."