[RGR?] Vinyl and Anon Song Thing


                                            Original Poster: Frostybox (http://pastebin.com/u/frostybox)

                                            Reason this is posted here is because it's not binned in Frosty's bin.


                                            "Good luck up there Anon!"

                                            >"Thanks Twilight, I am feeling a little nervous y'know?"

                                            >Not very surprising, he is a guy after all.

                                            "Wel-"

                                            >A small white board floats up between the two of you, you catch a hint of text but it's turned towards Anon at the moment.

                                            >"Aww, thanks babe. I feel better already" Anon chirps.

                                            >You try keeping a straight face, but you can feel the smile being more and more forced as Vinyl Scratch walks up to him.

                                            >He kneels down and gives her a small kiss on the lips, you can see the short message she wrote to Anon.

                                            >Psh, you could scribble out a better message in like a second if you wanted to.

                                            >"-eat Twilight?"

                                            "Wh-what?!"

                                            >Is it happening?! Are you finally being accepted into the herd that was, until now, a couple?

                                            >And to start off so lewdly...

                                            >"I asked if you need Vinyl to help you find your seat? We're getting started in a few and we still have to move some things around."

                                            >Oh.

                                            "Uh no- no, I know where it is... right with the other p-princesses" you say while trying not to sound as hurt as you feel.

                                            >"Awesome, I hope you enjoy the show" he responds while Vinyl is using her board with an arrow drawn on it to guide the other band members around.

                                            "Y-you too-" realising what you've just said you clamp your mouth shut tight and bolt for the exit, not even waiting around to hear Anon respond.

                                            >Stupid stupid STUPID!

                                            >Of all the things to respond with!

                                            >Now you don't think you can even face him for a little while.

                                            >Like it matters anyway, he's clearly into musicians, if you can even call what "DJ Pon3" makes "music".

                                            >When Anon and others were setting up you saw real instruments so hopefully he can do something more worthwhile than whatever his marefriend does.

                                            >"Twilight, over here!" Celestia calls up at you.

                                            >You touch down a little rougher than you'd like but at least you didn't fall down.

                                            >"Come, sit. The human is going to enrapture us with riveting tales of his life!" Luna cheers.

                                            >You settle into your chair and try to think positive thoughts after the whole ordeal just moments ago.

                                            >Luna's right, at least you'll get to learn plenty about Anonymous.

                                            >After all that's what all songs are for, current happenings, autobiographical retellings and such.

                                            >The curtains open up and Anon stands front and center with a microphone and guitar that's sized up for him.

                                            >Behind him are a minotaur, a gryphon, a young dragon, and a diamond dog with instruments of their own.

                                            >Anonymous is so thoughtful to include the less musically inclined races.

                                            >Almost like you and the Yaks.

                                            >There's so much you both have in common and he's with that bu-

                                            >"Hey everybody! Thank you all so much for coming! We uh... well okay I'm terrible at introductions so why don't we just cut to the chase huh?"

                                            >You cheer along with the rest of the crowd, eager to hear what Anonymous has in store.

                                            https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FpeBHoIEOh4

                                            >Your wings shift a little and you make a small *thump* when they hit they back of your seat.

                                            >You see several other mares shift around uncomfortably as well.

                                            >Goodness, this song is so provoc-

                                            >Wait what?!

                                            >Well well... it would seem their relationship was rocky all this time.

                                            >Poor stallion, he hid it so well when you saw them together.

                                            >She probably goes to clubs every night, leaving him all alone at night.

                                            >The mere thought of leaving someone like Anon alone to play some dirty club makes your blood boil.

                                            >Seems like you're not the only one with the thought as you see several coltless herds shuffle closer and closer to a very shocked looking Vinyl.

                                            >You'd join them if you could but you do have to maintain appearances.

                                            >Doesn't mean that you can't enjoy watching her frantically scribble some kind of poor excuse to the growing mob.

                                            >You giggle to yourself as you watch her struggle while the mob carries her away.

                                            >Oh Anon, you poor lonely colt.

                                            >If you had only known his suffering you could've done something.

                                            >Yes Anon, You would take an eternity to get to know him.

                                            >Whatever it would take.

                                            >The pain in his heart comes through so clearly as he yelps and hollers towards the end, it practically breaks your heart.

                                            >The song comes to an end as the diamond dog holds the last note on his trumpet.

                                            >Some stallions are crying from the raw emotion in Anon's voice and his recalling of his painfully lonely relationship with Vinyl.

                                            >Their respective herds are comforting them, while others give applause for the bravery he's shown to open up to so many about his pain.


                                            >You are Anon.

                                            >A decent chunk of the crowd is already gone and half of whatever's left is mostly silent while the other half is cheering.

                                            >You've done a lot of gigs with your cover band back on Earth but this is a reaction you've never seen before.

                                            >Tough to read really, which is the last thing you wanted.

                                            >You take a glance at where Vinyl is, or well, was.

                                            >Where the hell did she go?

                                            >You told her that she should gauge your songs in advance, but she refused to be in the same building while you were all rehearsing.

                                            >She's probably making sure the wires and stuff are good, all of it may be her own design but it's some very touchy equipment.

                                            >Either way you gotta make the call now...

                                            "Hey uh, I think we did okay you guys, you all sounded great. Cake can just be a little hit or miss so why don't we go with a more pump-y kind of song."

                                            >They all agree unanimously with your next choice.

                                            >It's really strange how none of their races value music, but these four were at least willing to learn.

                                            >Soon you hope they'll really start getting beyond just playing the music, but you're still grateful they've learned this much.

                                            "Let's just jump right to it guys. One, two, one two three-"

                                            https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KAp96n9iL_g

                                            >You strike the initial chord and let the sound ring out into the unreadable crowd.

                                            "So if you're lonely, you know I'm here, waiting for you~"

                                            >You see ears perking up all through the crowd.

                                            >Nice, seems like they might be feeling this one.

                                            >Steel Grit starts steadily pounding away on the kick and you can feel yourself start to get into it.

                                            "-With you~" you drag the last syllable out as you drag a pointed finger across the crowd as the song leads into the slowdown.

                                            >People usually like when you do that.

                                            >The tempo drags as you all reach the hook.

                                            >All of you are bobbing along just like you rehearsed.

                                            "Take me out!~"

                                            >This song isn't very complex, nor is it particularly fast so you can afford to get a little flashier with your performance.

                                            >You throw in a few kicks, walk along the stage a little to sing to different parts of the crowd when you're doing the "with you" bit.

                                            >They're fucking loving it!

                                            >Really loving it, you're getting growls and whistles from a bunch of mares.

                                            >You're not really interested because Vinyl reasons, but shit's ego boosting for sure.

                                            "COME ON!... Take me out!~" you sing as you point a finger gun into the crowd and motion a shot.

                                            >Gettin' all historically relevant and shit up in here.

                                            "With you~"

                                            >All of you freeze on the last note and jsut let it ring itself into silence.

                                            >That silence doesn't last very long as it's shortly replaced by a roar of cheers and applause.

                                            >The ground is shaking from all the stomping the little ponies are doing.

                                            "Aww yeah! This is what I was talking about guys, we're kicking ass! Let's do one more song and see how it goes from there, more fast paced this time."


                                            >You are Twilight Sparkle.

                                            >"Oh my... I suppose humans don't value relationships as strongly as we ponies do" Celestia notes.

                                            >"Indeed, mere moments after speaking ill of his mare he seeks another herd? And dids't though see how coy he was, challenging those mares by telling them he wasn't interested whilst spreading his legs for them" Luna huffs.

                                            >He was pointing at you.

                                            >He specifically pointed you out, "come on and take me out" he said.

                                            >You're so giddy you really didn't register what it was the other princesses were saying until just about now.

                                            "Anon's just expressing himself as a newly single stallion, If I were as alone and devoid of strong purple wings being wrapped around me as he was I'd probably react the same way."

                                            >Luna hums neutrally while Celestia responds back "He certainly does appear to be happier doesn't he, and did you see the way his fingers moved along that instrument of his" she says with a slight growl.

                                            >You glance back at your former mentor and see that she's sitting in such a manner that her wings appear to be against her back but in reality are spread much further back than that.

                                            >She couldn't possibly be thinking he pointed at her could she?

                                            >Anon makes a few sounds on his instrument, drawing your attention back tot he stage.

                                            >His next song will almost certainly be about you, and that should settle the matter without you even having to do anything.

                                            >Anon points to the minotaur on the drums and he starts pounding away at a very fast pace.

                                            https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JsxavPANO8s

                                            >"That's great it starts with an earthquake. Birds and snakes, an aeroplane~"

                                            >What? None of this is making any sense.

                                            >Who is Lenny Bruce and what's an aeroplane?

                                            >Hurricane? The weather seems fine.

                                            >Reporters?! Why would there be rep-

                                            >"It's the end of the world as we know it~"

                                            >What?

                                            >"It's the end of the world as we know it~"

                                            >WHAT?!

                                            >You whip your head around to look at Celestia, Luna has also done the same.

                                            >Your former mentor has a look on her face that's somewhere between fear and confusion.

                                            >"Sister? Art thou alright?"

                                            >"Is he- N-nothing in his song makes any sense, could this be some kind of incantation?!"

                                            "A spell? I didn't think that he was capable of magic, but some of the older texts suggest similar casting styles, but then could he be casting..."

                                            >All three of you gasp in realization.

                                            >Which is followed by a gasp from the crowd before you.

                                            >Three princesses with looks of fear on their faces because a being from another world is singing a song that tells no tale and claims the end of the world is probably a shocking site to an average pony.

                                            >That's what you meant when you were talking about appearances.

                                            >This was an example of not maintaining it.

                                            >What happens next could be reasonably expected.


                                            >Be Anon.

                                            >Can barely think with how fast the lyrics are.

                                            >Ponies look like they're liking it.

                                            >That's good.

                                            "Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives, and I decline!~"

                                            >Fucking love that part.

                                            "It's the end of the world as we know it!~"

                                            >Huh, they're all turned to the princesses.

                                            >Looking for approval?

                                            >Seems like they got it in fucking spades.

                                            >These little horses are going wild!

                                            >Look at those little ponies go, some of them are crowdsurfing it looks like.

                                            >You're not entirely sure their wild energy really matches this song but hey at least they're into it.

                                            >Even the princesses are starting to join in, you can see them getting out of their seats an-


                                            "Okay... so I've learned something today-" you state as you look at the wreckage that was your stage, "You ponies take music lyrics literally."

                                            >Pegasi are towing away their clouds now that they put out all the fires.

                                            >"It would seem that there is a lot more we have yet to learn of your kind."

                                            >You nod as you watch more of the stage collapse on itself.

                                            >"Perhaps you could offer me more... detailed lessons?" Princess Celestia says as she wraps a wing around your shoulder, "For starters, just how fast you can move those fingers of yours" she says.

                                            >She couldn't even play guitar like you could... right?

                                            >You wiggle your fingers a little as you think on it and hear an exasperated sigh from behind you, "I believe he's going to be occupied Celestia. He did after all, demand that I take him... oh right..." Twilight mumbles.

                                            >You glance around past the wreckage, past your bandmates, and past the three very embarrassed Princesses but don't find who you're looking for.

                                            "Hey, where the hell is Vinyl?"

                                            >"Uhm... about th-that..." Twilight stammers.

                                            >You take in a deep breath and shoot a glance at the Princesses nearby.

                                            >They look amongst each other and then back at you.

                                            >All of them nod, Twilight's is barely noticeable seeing as she hardly raises her head at all.

                                            >Okay, go time.

                                            https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8DiHqk_WkKI

                                            >You clear your throat and start strumming.

                                            >Vinyl opens the bedroom window, levitating a bat with her, and leans out to look around.

                                            >Her gaze trails down the graffitied walls of your joint home until she's looking down at you.

                                            >You shoot her a meek smile, immediately you see one of her eyes burn with a furious rage through the broken lens of her glasses.

                                            >You wince slightly and shoot a quick nod to Princess Luna.

                                            "Look at the stars, look how they shine fo-or you, and everything you do~"

                                            >You motion towards the night sky with the headstock of your guitar.

                                            >She follows your motion up to the night sky, where the stars are twinkling much brighter than usual.

                                            >The sight gives her pause, just like Luna promised it would.

                                            >"Yeah they were all yellow~"

                                            >Even from down here, you can see her tense up as you mention that color so you quickly follow that up.

                                            "I came along, I wrote a song fo-or you, and all the things you do~"

                                            >Vinyl pauses just before slinking back into the bedroom.

                                            >This is the first time she's heard you play, you knew making note of it would catch her.

                                            >"And it was called yellow~"

                                            >She glares down at you, you stop strumming for a second to hold out a pleading hand to her.

                                            "So then I took my-y turn, oh what a thing to have done~"

                                            >Her scowl lightens somewhat, likely thinking you're acknowledging the fuck up.

                                            "And it was all yellow~"

                                            >Vinyl's bat drops to the ground, for a moment you're filled with fear, but when it lands safely in the bush next to the house you assume what's happened.

                                            >When she throws her hooves out to grab the window shutters you've confirmed it, she's so mad that she can't use her magic right now.

                                            >The mob you accidentally sicced on Vinyl dyed the word "abuser" in yellow all over her fur after they carried her off.

                                            >When you arrived home to try explaining that it was a cultural misunderstanding and that the Princesses addressed it with everyone you were met with so many whiteboards full of angry scribbling that you couldn't get a word in before getting thrown out.

                                            >And so this is it, music fucked you over, you're hoping it'll unfuck you.

                                            >She's leaned almost fully out of the window.

                                            >Her body is a dark pink against the night sky with slight fuzz silhouetted against the starlight.

                                            >Vinyl shaved everything then, not just the fur on her face.

                                            "Your ski-in, oh yeah your skin and bones, turn i-into something beautiful~"

                                            >She pauses again, hooves clutching the shutters for balance.

                                            "But you kno-ow, you know I love you so~"

                                            >She pulls herself back into the bedroom, leaving the shutters where they are.

                                            >Through the broken lens, you can see her eye shift from anger to something... less angry at least.

                                            "You know I love you so~"

                                            >Vinyl continues watching you with this look on her face as you strum.

                                            >You nod to the princesses out of Vinyl's viewpoint.

                                            >Twilight and Celestia's horn's light up.

                                            >In a flash of gold the ground underneath you becomes a small "X" shaped pool.

                                            "I swam across~"

                                            >As soon as you sing the lyric, you tuck in your knees just like you rehearsed.

                                            >In a flash of purple, the ground beneath you becomes solid again and you spring into the air.

                                            >You land, the little "X" on the ground is behind you.

                                            "I jumped across fo-or you~"

                                            >You throw an arm out to her as you sing that last bit.

                                            "Oh what a thing to do~"

                                            >Vinyl is watching you with her nude brow all furrowed in utter confusion.

                                            >Eh, it's still an improvement over anger.

                                            >"Cause you were all yellow~"

                                            >Before she has the opportunity to even express herself a sheet of paper appears before her eyes in a flash of gold.

                                            >"I drew a li-ine, I drew a line for you~"

                                            >She's holding the drawing you made for her in her hooves.

                                            >It depicts you and her with hearts placed at your chests and a yellow line connecting the two.

                                            >"And it was all yellow~"

                                            >She looks up from the sheet to you.

                                            "Your ski-in, oh yeah your skin and bones, turn i-into something beautiful~"

                                            >Her face softens.

                                            >The confusion and lovey words are making quick work of the sheer rage she had for you before.

                                            >And now for the final step.

                                            "And you kno-ow, for you I'd bleed myself dry~"

                                            >Vinyl leans out of the window from shock so quickly that her broken glasses slip and fall to the ground below.

                                            >You nod to the princesses.

                                            >They look to you apprehensively.

                                            >You keep strumming and add a glare to the three of them.

                                            >They wince and shortly after Luna's horn begins to shimmer.

                                            >A dagger appears in the space between your left wrist and the back of the fretboard.

                                            "for you I'd bleed myself dry~"

                                            >Vinyl throws herself back into the bedroom.

                                            >You can hear doors slam and hooves pounding on wood floor.

                                            >Vinyl throws open the front door.

                                            >The dagger vanishes in a flash of blue, and the princesses dispensary in a flash of purple.

                                            "It's tru-ue~"

                                            >Vinyl's bright red eyes are full of tears, and she's hurriedly mouthing protests at you as she closes the gap.

                                            >You turn your head up to the sky.

                                            "Look how they shine for you~"

                                            >The stars are still twinkling brightly.

                                            >You can feel her arms wrap tightly around your waist.

                                            "Look how they shine for you~"

                                            >She's pulling at you with all her strength.

                                            >You bend your knees slightly, allowing her desperate tugging to actually start bringing you down.

                                            "Look how they shine for~"

                                            >You drop to your butt, messing up your strumming.

                                            >You continue with just your voice for the next set.

                                            "Yeah look how they shine for you~"

                                            >Vinyl's hooves climb up from your waist to wrap around your neck.

                                            "Look how they shine for you~"

                                            >Your face tingles as her shaved face is rubbing against yours.

                                            "Look how they shine~"

                                            >Vinyl turns your head to look at her.

                                            >She's scanning your face intently with worry in her eyes.

                                            >Your furless mare shivers slightly as a cool night breeze blows through.

                                            >You wrap your an arm around her.

                                            >Her nostrils are flaring right in front of your face.

                                            >You smile at your girlfriend.

                                            "Vinyl, I'm not drunk, I'm not suicidal, or whatever else is running through your mind. Promise."

                                            >She continues staring into your eyes, looking for any hint of lies.

                                            "The only thing I am, is in love with you... oh, and also a terrible Equestrian."

                                            >Seriously, apparently the "music is auto-biographical" thing was in like page three of the citizenship paperwork.

                                            >She quirks an eyebrow at you.

                                            >You crack a smile at her.

                                            "I'll explain everything once we go inside, I promise. For now though..."

                                            >You pull her until she's sitting snug in your lap.

                                            >You place the guitar in front of you, pinning her in with it, and resume strumming.

                                            "Look at the stars~"

                                            "Look how they shine for you~"

                                            >She tilts her head up to watch the stars with you.

                                            "And all the things that you do~"

                                            >Her gaze tilts up higher and higher, so much that she ends up pressing her back against your chest.

                                            >The two of you stay like this as the final chord echoes into the night.