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Ignition

Right from the moment I woke up, I knew it wasn't going to be a fun day.

As I sat up from Vinyl's rundown couch, I swore that I heard my bones creaking with every movement, I let out a wince as I contorted my body into a stretch, which was tremendously painful. I scanned my surroundings, and almost immediately realized I was in Vinyl's room, the garbage poking out of every crevice told me so. I let out a sigh, ignoring the smell of rotting pizza and focusing more on the sound of soft snoring coming from behind me. I craned my neck to look directly at her bed, where a marshmellow-colored DJ lay there, curled up, I noted that her left hindleg was slightly twitching. A deeper part of my brain saw that as adorable, I didn't allow the thought to make it's presence known even more throughout my mind and quickly disposed of it, focusing on what happened last night. I only wake up on Vinyl's couch if I was severely drunk the night before, my brain then attempted to focus on last night. To no success, I remembered nothing. So I assumed that I was just very drunk, very unlike me, but probably true. Vinyl makes me do things I regret, but she's still an awesome friend.

I slowly climbed off of the couch, nearly tripping on an empty pizza box below me, stifling what would of been a very childish yelp. I began to approach the door to leave, intending not to wake her up. I wrapped my hoof around the handle and slowly opened the door, slipping through once it was open enough to squeeze my body through. I shut it behind me and found myself in the Kitchen, the Living Room connected by a doorway, the bathroom was on the opposite side. And if you wished to leave, right in the middle across from me was the door to the stairway for our apartment. I never actually understood why the entrance would be in the Kitchen, but why should I care?

Realizing that the curtains were closed, I instinctively walked over to them and flung them open.

Much to my regret.

I let out a hiss and staggered away from the golden, seemingly innocent rays of sunlight filtering in, the pain was agonizing when it touched my body. I stumbled like a drunken mare towards the bathroom, whimpering. I flung the door open and it made an audible bang, looking straight at the mirror that hung over the sink, it seemed like the only option to solve this immediate problem, which was so obvious that I didn't even need to think to go and check myself out in the mirror.

I saw myself, yes, but there was something horribly wrong with me, Octavia Melody. The first thing that I picked up was that I no longer wore my signature bow-tie and instead there was dried blood stained into my fur, it had trickled my side from two pinprick-like holes. My eyes began to widen as I examined the rest of my body, my mane was matted and unkempt, stained blood also sprinkled into it. Speaking of my eyes, they scared me the most. They were still their usual pale purple color, but the look I had in my eyes unnerved me greatly.

They were darker than usual, shaded even. They had a glint of desire directed at seemingly nothing, instead of their normal calm and warm embrace it now seemed cold and dark, much like the eyes of a killer. Maybe a wolf on the hunt?

I took a few steps back, Vinyl definitely would've brought me to the hospital if she saw me like this. How did I even get home? What even happened last night? My brain was beginning to overload, the weight of the questions growing substantially after this shocking discovery. I shut my mouth, which was gaping at my own sight, a morbid part of my mind wanted to laugh at such a thing.. Scared by your own appearance, silly Octy.

I needed to solve this dilemma, the two options I had were very bleak. If Vinyl saw me in my current state, she would probably be horrified and flee. If I hid this, Celestia knows what could happen to me. What if I have some sort of crippling disease? No.. That doesn't explain the weird look in my eyes. My brain was trying to solve the problem, but was beginning to fail, so, without much thought. I simply decided to wrap a shawl around my condition and hide it from Vinyl, but if she knew, it'd be a lot easier to explain.

I began by trotting into my room (Very clean when compared to Vinyl's) and desperately searching for my signature bow-tie, which I could not find. So I simply went into my wardrobe and grabbed a black one, not exactly pretty. But it'd have to do. I went back to the bathroom and put it on, it easily covered up my wound. I then reached into the lower cabinets below the sink and grabbed a small washcloth, wetting it with the water from the sink, I patted the blood staining my coat, and it came off easily much to my relief. I finished off by grabbing my brush and brushing my mane back to its normal, smooth state.

I felt refreshed after cleaning up my previously horrid state. Walking back into the kitchen, I decided that I'd make breakfast for me and Vinyl. But the light oozing in from the window after I pulled the curtains kept catching my eye, I cautiously approached the light, which seemed way too bright, and in a flash. I grabbed the curtains and yanked them shut, preventing anymore problems. I didn't bother contemplating why I was scorched when the light touched me, my brain was already heavily scatterbrained.

I decided that I would make pancakes for Vinyl and me, going through the usual routine of making breakfast for both of us. I felt mysteriously disgusted by the food i'm making. Maybe I wasn't hungry?

Suddenly, Vinyl burst out of her room, yawning. Before blinking and taking notice of me, I jolted slightly.

"Hey! Morning Octy! Come back from whatever you were doing last night?" She asked, albeit groggily.

"Uh.. Yes, of course," I weakly responded. She doesn't know, Octavia.. It's all good, play it cool.

Vinyl walked over and sat at the table in the middle of a Kitchen, a very odd set-up for an apartment, but I liked it. Sliding a plate of freshly-made pancakes towards her, it had chocolate chips sprinkled onto it. Her favorite.

"Thanks Octy!" Pause, "So, where did you go last night?" Then mumbled under her breath, "Probably to some snotty formal place to play your cello."

"Oh, uh, I went to attend another small gathering amongst the elites of the Canterlot society, I played the background music for them as they gossiped about the latest news along with my Colleagues." I was surprised about how solid my lie was, but also felt guilty for lying. The truth was that I had no idea what occurred last night, and I was also disturbed that I wasn't home when Vinyl got home, which was usually very late. Considering it is Vinyl Scratch.

"Called it!" She abrasively yelled, but then silenced herself and apologized. I didn't take much notice, walking over and sitting across from her with my plate, she began to devour her meal hungrily. Living with Vinyl Scratch was much like living with a Dragon that had no consideration for manners, tidiness, or punctuality. But had the power to make everypony in the room happy, along with herself, just by her mere presence. The thought made me smile slightly, but that didn't change the fact that I just meekly poked at my food, not bothering to even take a bite. Something was very wrong, I had no desire to eat, and felt sick just staring at Vinyl messily tear through her pancakes. But found myself staring at her, staring past her maybe? No.. I'm not even looking at her face.

I realized how.. Suggestive that sounded, and how I could have been looking other.. places. I felt a fairly unfamiliar tingle in my face, but I knew exactly what it meant. Vinyl stared at me when I meekly smiled and tried to look away, hiding my face with one hoof. Vinyl took it upon herself to tease me, she waggled her eyebrows. Her eyes taking on a more seductive look.

"Ooooh, Tavi, what's the matter~?" She said in a smoky voice. My reaction was to hide my face even more, I wanted to sink into the floor and disappear. Vinyl was trying not to laugh, but her efforts were in vain and she bursted out laughing. Making me even more flushed, I shrunk down.

"What's up with you suddenly putting on a show of colors with your face for no reason?" Vinyl asked in between laughter.

"N-none of your business," I desperately replied

"Thinking about this sexy flank here? Hmmm?"

"Ugh, Shutup Vinyl." I sat back up, my face still red.

"Was that a yes?"

I thought I heard a sliver of hope in her voice, but I didn't respond or make note of it, I changed the subject.

"Want my pancakes?"

"Sure do."

After the saddening (and possibly maddening) ordeal with Vinyl, she had to go off to some gig that she was doing and setup for it, which gave me a lot of spare time to just think.. Think about what happened earlier, both with Vinyl and the "Disease."

To my displeasure, I had no explanation for both of them. The "Disease" thing was very nerve-wracking, and I needed to investigate more. I decided to experiment with the light from outside, the lights inside of my house weren't different. But the sunlight quite literally burned me.

I slowly stuck my hoof out into the sunlight, and resisting to pull back, I let it bask in the light. I felt horrible pain, as if my hoof was on fire. But no, there wasn't any physical injuries visible. It just hurt to have my body exposed to the sunlight. Odd. What are these wounds on my neck even from? Why do have this look of a killer? So many questions..

I was right, the questions were beginning to pile up and become more and more unbearable, night slowly descended over Canterlot and I decided to throw in the towel for now and call it a night. Slowly walking towards my bed, thankful that it could provide comfort without words. I climbed in and slid under the covers, greedily wrapping the blanket around me.

And then, I fell into a dreamless sleep.

Author's Note:

*Gasp* FIRST PERSON NOW? WOAAAHAOEHAEOWHAODAWHOWA *Mind Blown*

Yep, changed it to first person Octy, since it will express the character's feelings more (At least for Octavia) and I have already laid down the basic emotions for all the characters with third person. Now i'm going to focus on the most Dynamic character's feelings, which is OCTAVIA WHEWWWEEE! (Along with Vinyl, obviously.)

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