Post by Scootaloo on Oct 30, 2012 6:17:48 GMT -5
Well, this is an odd thing that I whipped up this morning that I kinda hoped would tie up the mystery of what did happen to Vinyl. More about the Love Locket and the three days Marble has in order to save Vinyl will (hopefully!) be revealed later. Though it's written entirely by me and is not *technically* an IC event, I would like you all to regard it as actually having happened in the IC universe, though your characters will not be aware of it. Critique is appreciated! <3
White is the first thing Vinyl Scratch sees when she wakes up. She blinks; it’s blinding and painful, and it’s all around her. When her eyes focus, she realises that she’s in some sort of clean, white room. She sits up. There’s no windows, or doors. It’s technically not a *room* at all – more of a box.
“Am I dead?” she voices into nothing.
Leaning over to pinch one hoof with the other, she lets out a short “ow”.
“Not dead. That’s a start.”
What shocks her most is what she sees when she looks down – or, rather, what she *doesn’t* see – her stomach is a normal size, her daughter who was previously growing within her mysteriously and inexplicably gone. Her gut drops. What has Chrysalis done?
“Marble?” she calls. She stands up now, and notices her shades and engagement ring are gone. And in the reflection of the walls, she sees what else is gone.
Her cutie mark.
“Marble!” she yells again into the air, now twisting and turning around frantically to see her flank, like a dog chasing its tail. “Marble! Where are you? Marble!”
Sitting down again, tears of frustration, confusion and pain fill her eyes. She calls out names at random of ponies she knows.
“Twilight? Derpy? Mayor? Sunflare?”
She hears a short, sickening laugh. Her name calling continues, louder.
“Mixtape? Ice? Red Velvet?! Where is everypony?!”
Another laugh.
“Princess Celestia! Princess Luna! I need somepony! Anypony!”
“Oh, oh, and you’ll *have* somepony, my dear…”
“C… Chrysalis?”
The DJ stands up, and begins to walk slowly around her white box. She doesn’t see the Changeling Queen – but at the same time, she surrounds her. She remembers Marble’s words from the previous day, and repeats them, her voice full of realisation and terror.
“We’re bait, aren’t we?”
The pitch and volume of the cackling rises. “Correct, my dear. Oh, this is so *exciting!*”
Vinyl, anger overcoming her fear, shouts into the pale walls. “What have you done with Marble? What have you done with everyone?”
Suddenly, a flash of light brightens the walls even more, and
Vinyl is forced to cover her eyes. When it fades, Queen Chrysalis – or an image of her – stands before the musician.
“Vinyl Scratch,” she hisses, a smirk playing across her lips as she torments the DJ. She holds her hooves up in defence. “I’ve done nothing to Marble Memory. Or any of your other silly little friends.
…yet.”
Vinyl shudders. “Where am I?”
“Oh, you’ll find out. Look there.” Chrysalis points up at the ceiling, where the white box turns to pearly opalescence, then becomes clear. It’s a window to the outside world, which through Vinyl can see a hospital room and her own body lying in the bed. Marble Memory sits on the bed beside her motionless frame, weeping silently.
“Marble!” Vinyl cries, agonised. She tries to swipe at the ceiling to get to him, but only succeeds in falling painfully on her back.
“Hahaha,” laughs the Changeling. “Look at you. I would say you have soul for all you’ve done, but… you don’t.”
“What?”
“Oh, come on. You’re not that stupid, are you? I’ve taken all that makes you Vinyl Scratch. Your DJ glasses, your engagement ring, your cutie mark, your child. You’re soulless, now, my dear. There’s nothing left of you. You’re trapped.”
“If I was soulless, I wouldn’t be standing up to you!”
“And standing up to me you are not, my dear. Haha, ha. Oh, you make me laugh, really, you do. Thinking you could stop me. And your time is up, Vinyl Scratch. Up.”
Vinyl lashes out now at the Changeling, her hooves swatting furiously but merely falling through the illusion, causing her to lose balance and fall again. “Stop it! Marble will come and save me!”
“Ha.”
“He loves me! Our love is greater than anything!”
“Hahaha! Oh, you’re *cracking me up!* You think he’ll be able to save you? Not in the time he has. Seventy-two hours, and you’re mine.”
The DJ stands back, stunned. “Three days? Until what?”
“Until you’re mine!”
Vinyl sits down, slowly. “You’re… you’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”
Chrysalis lets out a snort of contempt. “Oh, really. I wouldn’t be that easy on you in a million years, my dear. No. In three days, you and I are going to have some *real* fun.”
“You’ll have to get past everypony else first!”
“Oh, I have my plans for them. Don’t you worry your pretty head.”
Another beam of light flashes across the room, and the Changeling Queen is gone, leaving soulless Vinyl Scratch alone on the floor. Putting her head in her hooves, she lets the tears fall freely, murmuring the name of her fiance and the pony who has her fate in his hooves. “Marble… please help me… please…”
The hospital room light flickers out. As Marble Memory leans back from holding his bride-to-be close, he notices two details. Details are everything to a bureaucrat.
The black lines of her cutie mark have faded into a dark grey. And, from the corner of the sleeping mare’s eye falls a tiny, single tear, which drips onto the pillow. Marble swallows hard, before getting up to take his leave.
White is the first thing Vinyl Scratch sees when she wakes up. She blinks; it’s blinding and painful, and it’s all around her. When her eyes focus, she realises that she’s in some sort of clean, white room. She sits up. There’s no windows, or doors. It’s technically not a *room* at all – more of a box.
“Am I dead?” she voices into nothing.
Leaning over to pinch one hoof with the other, she lets out a short “ow”.
“Not dead. That’s a start.”
What shocks her most is what she sees when she looks down – or, rather, what she *doesn’t* see – her stomach is a normal size, her daughter who was previously growing within her mysteriously and inexplicably gone. Her gut drops. What has Chrysalis done?
“Marble?” she calls. She stands up now, and notices her shades and engagement ring are gone. And in the reflection of the walls, she sees what else is gone.
Her cutie mark.
“Marble!” she yells again into the air, now twisting and turning around frantically to see her flank, like a dog chasing its tail. “Marble! Where are you? Marble!”
Sitting down again, tears of frustration, confusion and pain fill her eyes. She calls out names at random of ponies she knows.
“Twilight? Derpy? Mayor? Sunflare?”
She hears a short, sickening laugh. Her name calling continues, louder.
“Mixtape? Ice? Red Velvet?! Where is everypony?!”
Another laugh.
“Princess Celestia! Princess Luna! I need somepony! Anypony!”
“Oh, oh, and you’ll *have* somepony, my dear…”
“C… Chrysalis?”
The DJ stands up, and begins to walk slowly around her white box. She doesn’t see the Changeling Queen – but at the same time, she surrounds her. She remembers Marble’s words from the previous day, and repeats them, her voice full of realisation and terror.
“We’re bait, aren’t we?”
The pitch and volume of the cackling rises. “Correct, my dear. Oh, this is so *exciting!*”
Vinyl, anger overcoming her fear, shouts into the pale walls. “What have you done with Marble? What have you done with everyone?”
Suddenly, a flash of light brightens the walls even more, and
Vinyl is forced to cover her eyes. When it fades, Queen Chrysalis – or an image of her – stands before the musician.
“Vinyl Scratch,” she hisses, a smirk playing across her lips as she torments the DJ. She holds her hooves up in defence. “I’ve done nothing to Marble Memory. Or any of your other silly little friends.
…yet.”
Vinyl shudders. “Where am I?”
“Oh, you’ll find out. Look there.” Chrysalis points up at the ceiling, where the white box turns to pearly opalescence, then becomes clear. It’s a window to the outside world, which through Vinyl can see a hospital room and her own body lying in the bed. Marble Memory sits on the bed beside her motionless frame, weeping silently.
“Marble!” Vinyl cries, agonised. She tries to swipe at the ceiling to get to him, but only succeeds in falling painfully on her back.
“Hahaha,” laughs the Changeling. “Look at you. I would say you have soul for all you’ve done, but… you don’t.”
“What?”
“Oh, come on. You’re not that stupid, are you? I’ve taken all that makes you Vinyl Scratch. Your DJ glasses, your engagement ring, your cutie mark, your child. You’re soulless, now, my dear. There’s nothing left of you. You’re trapped.”
“If I was soulless, I wouldn’t be standing up to you!”
“And standing up to me you are not, my dear. Haha, ha. Oh, you make me laugh, really, you do. Thinking you could stop me. And your time is up, Vinyl Scratch. Up.”
Vinyl lashes out now at the Changeling, her hooves swatting furiously but merely falling through the illusion, causing her to lose balance and fall again. “Stop it! Marble will come and save me!”
“Ha.”
“He loves me! Our love is greater than anything!”
“Hahaha! Oh, you’re *cracking me up!* You think he’ll be able to save you? Not in the time he has. Seventy-two hours, and you’re mine.”
The DJ stands back, stunned. “Three days? Until what?”
“Until you’re mine!”
Vinyl sits down, slowly. “You’re… you’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”
Chrysalis lets out a snort of contempt. “Oh, really. I wouldn’t be that easy on you in a million years, my dear. No. In three days, you and I are going to have some *real* fun.”
“You’ll have to get past everypony else first!”
“Oh, I have my plans for them. Don’t you worry your pretty head.”
Another beam of light flashes across the room, and the Changeling Queen is gone, leaving soulless Vinyl Scratch alone on the floor. Putting her head in her hooves, she lets the tears fall freely, murmuring the name of her fiance and the pony who has her fate in his hooves. “Marble… please help me… please…”
The hospital room light flickers out. As Marble Memory leans back from holding his bride-to-be close, he notices two details. Details are everything to a bureaucrat.
The black lines of her cutie mark have faded into a dark grey. And, from the corner of the sleeping mare’s eye falls a tiny, single tear, which drips onto the pillow. Marble swallows hard, before getting up to take his leave.