//------------------------------// // Problems Waking Up // Story: First World Problems of an Undead DJ // by CountDerpy //------------------------------// Vinyl... Vinyl.... "VINYL!" Octavia screamed into the sleeping mare's ear. "Get your plot up this instant." Vinyl groaned as she rolled over and patted the top of Octavia's head like it was the snooze on her phone. "Nnn, five more minutes talking pancake. I wanna see the sugar falls before breakfast..." Octavia rolled her eyes. "Well I would have already had breakfast made if you didn't keep passing out on the damn island!" Vinyl stirred just slightly as she looked around and indeed she was laying on the granite topped island, her rump laying square on a bottle of whiskey that was firmly wedge between her flesh and the cook top stove. "Oh shit, that's why this ocean felt so hard..." "Ugh, Vinyl come now I have to be at work in 2 hours and I would like to have a decent meal before I go. So if you would kindly get your plot off the stove so I can make some breakfast." Vinyl sat up and looked at her with a slight smirk. "You know, you really are cute when you are grumpy.” She chuckled much to Octavia's dismay as she dismounted from the counter. "Oww, sleeping on a bottle really isn't the best feeling in the world." "I can only imagine." Octavia sighed as she tossed the bottle in the trash and wiped down the stove. "I swear Vinyl one of these days you are going to pass out someplace you are going to regret like the furnace or the washing machine, or Celestia forbid my underwear drawer." "Hey that was one time and I still hold that Lyra was the one that talked me into it. Besides I was drunk." "Vinyl," Octavia deadpanned, "you are always drunk." Vinyl gasped. "I am offended and shocked and....shockfended...that you would say I was always drunk. Such a harsh statement." "Really? Name one night this week that you came home sober or I didn't find you laying somewhere that wasn't our bed?" Vinyl raised her hoof in protest but quickly lowered it. "I....I use my right to remain silent!" Octavia just rolled her eyes as she started cooking up some hay bacon. "Well whatever, you are on your own for breakfast this morning." "What? Why?" Vinyl pouted as she sat down on a bar stool and gave it a good spin. "Got another deaf rehearsal or whatever." "Dress rehearsal, Vinyl, and yes I do. You know I have that concert in Trottingham next weekend and I have to be in tip top shape for it. Not like last time when one of your little parties kept me up until 3 in the morning and I passed out during the Overture." "Oh yeah, man that was an awesome party. The way Berry downed that whole cask of wine then begged us to wall her up behind some pillows. Man, that was classic!" Vinyl laughed, eliciting a scowl from her mare friend. "Oh lighten up Octavia, this is how I keep myself entertained. Besides, if it bothered you that much you would have moved out years ago." "Well you are lucky I love you despite your....downfalls." She gave her a slight smirk before leaning over the island to give her a kiss, which Vinyl happily returned. "You really need to go shower." "Awwww but I don't wanna!" Vinyl whined as she got up and went to the fridge. "I want to eat this chocolate bar I found last night." "Vinyl, you know I don't want you smelling of d- wait...found?" "Yeah just found this chocolate bar in the back of the fridge last night, thought I would save it for this morning." Octavia glared. "You found it? It wouldn't happen to be the dark chocolate macadamia bar that Beauty Brass gave me that mysteriously went missing the other day, is it?" Vinyl stared back at her and looked back at the now unwrapped bar. "Um....no?" She growled a bit before turning back to her cooking. "Well whatever, you can have it after you go take a shower." "Can't I have it before? I promise I will take a shower afterwards." "No Vinyl, I want to make sure you do. I don't want the house smelling of death when I get home." "Ugh, fine mom, I'll go take a stupid shower." She said as she took off towards the stairs. "But I am not going to enjoy it!" "No one said you have to enjoy it!" She yelled as she went back to cooking. I swear that mare is going to be the death of me if she wasn't already the death of hers- Octavia's own thoughts were cut off as the loud crash of a body tumbling down the stairs and crashing into glass echoed through the house. "Uh, hey Tavi...my hoof fell off again! Also, I think my face broke your objet d'whatever it was." "Oh for the love of- it's always something isn't it Vinyl!" She removed her food from the hot burner plate and turned to a drawer near the dishwasher. She dug around inside until she found a surgical grade sewing kit and walked into the living room. The marble floor was coated in a thin layer of broken porcelain from an expensive vase with a mare at the epicenter. Only a few feet away, a front hoof with a slightly green and black tinge to the meat wiggled away like a fish out of water. "Damn it Vinyl, I really don't have time for this." She sighed as she cleared out an area of glass from around Vinyl and grabbed the hoof. She fumbled with the squiggling limb for a few moments before finally getting a good grip on it. "Can't you tell this thing to calm the hell down so I don't end up sewing myself to you again?" "Hey I can't control it, freaky little thing has a mind of its own, don't you? Yes you do, yes you do!" Vinyl giggled in a lightening puppy talk voice as she scratched the bottom of the severed hoof as if it was the chin of a dog. "Cut that out, this is already hard enough as it is!" Octavia snapped as she pressed the hoof back to where it was and quickly went to work sewing the two pieces of flesh back together with the precision of the seamstress she learned her technique from, or as precise as she could with a wiggling hoof and a squirming, laughing mare beneath her. "Tavi! That tickles!" Vinyl laughed beneath her, making it harder and harder for Octavia to focus on her work. "Please stop! I promise to be good!" "Vinyl just settle down a bit so I can tie this off, you know your hoof won't properly reattach if I don't do this right." "Fine just stop the tickling!" Octavia obliged as much as she could and quickly tied off the thick thread, completely reattaching the two parts into one. "There, now after that heals you get to clean up all of this glass." "Does that mean I don't have to take a shower?" Octavia just grunted and walked off. "What that was just a joke! Come on don't be a sour puss!" "I don't have time to be sour, I have to leave in like 20 minutes and I haven't even gotten to eat yet. Just get the glass cleaned up and take your shower then I don't care what you do as long as you keep the house looking nice." Vinyl stood up and looked back at her hoof. Not even a minute after Octavia finished reattaching the limb did the rotting flesh fuse back together and the string was absorbed into it, leaving a seamless mass of fur where a tear once was. She wiggled it around to confirm that it still moved and levitated over a broom. "Fine...heh, you know I spoil you." Octavia groaned. Octavia walked out the front door and looked back once on the inside of the house, the floor spotless from where the glass once was. She picked up her cello. "Alright Vinyl, I'll be back later tonight or maybe tomorrow morning. Just be good, take your shower and just...try not to cause any trouble alright?" "What? Me? Cause trouble? Nah, Tavi baby you got the wrong mare. I would never ever do anything to cause trouble." "......right." Octavia looked back at her with a small smile. "See you tomorrow, love you." "Yeah, love you too Tavi, now get out of here or you're gonna miss your train." Octavia's eyes widened as she took off through town, Vinyl waving after her as she ran. As soon as she was out of sight, Vinyl grinned as she stepped outside. "Alright world, time to see what hell we can raise today!" She turned to go back inside when her muzzle met with the cold, hard wood of the front door. She rubbed her nose and reached for the handle, the knob not turning in any direction. "Damn it, I locked myself out again!"