Chapter One - So It Begins
Pinkie Pie blinked and cracked a goofy grin as she watched herself in the bathroom mirror. Tonight was a special night…and she wanted to look her best, of course. After several more giggles and funny faces, she took a deep breath and attempted to switch into serious mode. She succeeded for only a few seconds, before breaking out into fresh giggles and taking a comb out of one of the drawers to her left. This she pulled gently through the little pink curl that hung down over her face, then stepped back and hopped up to stand on her hind legs to scrutinize her appearance. Duly impressed, she nodded slowly and smiled once again, pursing her lips as she did so to create a strange face resembling a happy duck.
“Yeah, Pinkie! You got swag, girl!” The hot pink mare clicked her hooves together and winked at her reflection, then settled back down on all fours and left the bathroom. Sugarcube Corner was empty at this hour; it was just past eleven o’clock, and Mr. and Mrs. Cake and their children were soundly asleep down the hall. Making sure to avoid any added noise, Pinkie tiptoed carefully down the steps and through the main store to the front door, pleased that she had avoided tripping or knocking something over in the dark.
Once outside, Pinkie stopped and sat on the front step for a moment, savoring the sweet air and cool breezes that were nighttime in Ponyville. This night, however, was different; Pinkie was practically quivering with excitement at the mere thought of where she was going. This very night was Vinyl Scratch’s- DJ Pon-3’s- only appearance in Ponyville for that year, and Pinkie, though a magnificent stroke of luck, had received a ticket. According to Mrs. Cake, the ticket had been sent because the Cakes had made a batch of cupcakes for a Vinyl Scratch party once; Pinkie believed otherwise, but she kept those feelings to herself.
It had been ages since Pinkie had last been to a Vinyl Scratch show; four years, to be exact. She was very different now; her hair was no longer straight, and her attitude was much improved, her love for parties had turned into a passion and her dancing skills had evolved tenfold. Judging by all the wonderful things she had heard about the younger mare, Pinkie was sure Scratch had changed as well. She wore dark glasses now, an insignificant fact that the pink Earth pony found rather sad; she still hadn’t forgotten the piercing gaze imprinted on her memory that night so long ago. Perhaps, she thought to herself, she would get lucky and meet those eyes again tonight.
A cold shiver crept up Pinkie’s spine, as it did every time she thought of those intense blue eyes. A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and she giggled.
“Pinkie, you’ve struck gold this time!” she told herself as she threw her hooves in the air and fell backwards. “Who would have thought you’d be seeing Scratch again after all these years…” A few moments passed as the smile was gradually replaced by a somber look and Pinkie’s eyes latched onto the moon hanging directly over her head. A sigh escaped her lips, and she pulled herself back into a sitting position. “Well… Town hall is quite a walk away… I suppose I should be going.” Her hooves clacked against the step as she stood and took off down the road into the middle of town; in truth, town hall wasn’t that far away, but she needed to give herself an excuse for making the walk longer than it needed to be.
Though mood swings and reminiscent thoughts were a far throw from her normal attitude, Pinkie couldn’t help but acknowledge the butterflies in her gut when she thought about the show. For some reason, she couldn’t shake the strange feeling that Scratch must remember her. This made her anxious and she couldn’t place her hoof on exactly why, which only made her that much more nervous. Her mind at the moment was a convoluted net of intertwined thoughts, fears and anxieties, all of which were out of place on a night like tonight. It was beautiful out, and town hall had been decorated to a tee; Pinkie had supervised it, all exactly to Vinyl Scratch’s specifications. The stage was exactly five feet off the ground with speakers—
“Oof!” A small noise popped out of Pinkie as she ran into something; she identified it as a supporting beam after a few seconds of regaining her balance. She gulped, and another shiver slid unbidden down her back. Hadn’t town hall been farther away the previous day…? She bit her lip and stepped onto the porch, her stomach roiling and twisting into fantastic shapes as she saw the posters outside the door. A grinning DJ-Pon-3 stared out into space, the ‘v’ shaped eyebrows the only indicator of the expression in her eyes behind the dark glasses.
“Ticket please,” a large pegasus by the door all but shouted at the hot pink mare. Pinkie flinched and grinned sheepishly, pulled her ticket out of her hair and pushed it absentmindedly to the burly pony. He blinked, but didn’t say anything as he waved her by. The door opened seemingly of its own accord, but Pinkie didn’t bother to look back at the real culprit; she was already mesmerized by the scene before her.
Though her decorations and lights had looked incredible during the day, the heat of the moment mixed with the excellent atmosphere and creeping fog from a machine sufficed to take Pinkie’s breath away. The knots in her abdomen began to dissolve ever so slowly as the intoxicating feeling that always came just before a show began to wash over her. A lofty doorway onto the main dance floor arched over her head, and she strode confidently into the room, her hips swaying with preliminary music as she began to prepare for the long night stretched out before her.
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A few notes on the story... Pinkie is basically going to raves.
And the ages are kind of going in years... I'm putting Pinkie at about 26 right now. In the prologue she would have been 22, and Vinyl would have been 17, making her 21 in the main story. ((I'm only mentioning ages because you wouldn't find little children ponies at a rave, and people were beating me up for it on other websites.))
Thanks for looking, and happy reading~!
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Why are you telling us this? It's fine if a character is OOC aslong as you give us time to adjust to it. We don't know how old they are anyway, so the age thing doesn't matter.
Secondly
Why are you telling us THIS? I always hated when authors outright shout things like this. Yes,
"There will be romance!"
hence the romance tag.
"There will be COMEDY!"
Hence the comedy tag
"And confused feelings!"
Because the description didn't tell me that one clear enough.
It also comes off, to me, as a cheap attempt to wow me as a reader, even before i've read the actual material. While i am not sure what and how you wrote, I am sure of one thing, I dislike most shippings with a passion. So chances are this is not in my interest.
Edit: Reading aaaand...nope. Not in my interest, sorry.
1180647
Good Guy Ancient One: Doesn't thumb down a story just because it's not in his interest.
1180831
W-Why would I thumb something down for not suiting my wants and desires instead of it's actual quality?
1180647
Heh... Not exactly sure how to react to this comment. I'm guessing it's more along the lines of a con-crit? Comes off a little grating... Either way, I know the summary is bad. :P I suck at them on my best days, and I wrote that at midnight really quickly before going to bed. I'm going to fix it now, (and by fix I basically mean cut off some stuff) but that was basically a placeholder to get it approved. If you (or anyone) has any ideas for a better summary, that would be awesome.
And I've taken off the romance tag, simply because, now that I think about it, there probably won't be that much romance. More like...bromance, but with girls. Friendship, I suppose.
Adding the romance tag again. It just needs to be there.
Duly impressed, she nodded slowly and smiled once again, pursing her lips as she did so to create a strange face resembling a happy duck.
“Yeah, Pinkie! You got swag, girl!”
I stopped reading immediately.
just...
no.
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Is this supposed to be constructive?
Kinda...
You might not want to do that.
Based on that, I don't think I will like pinkies personality in this story.
It's just my personal preference though. others may think differently.
but don't change every thing just to please one person, never do that.
just do whatever you want, the story just doesn't strike my fancy.
also, sorry if I came off as mean, but that's just the way I am.
I really meant no harm in that comment.
1194933
Okay, I understand. No one likes everything. Thanks for clearing things up.
1178464
Glad to see your story got off the the ideas page and into an actual fic.
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Yeah... It took awhile, but it's here. (: