[WINI - 0] Want it Need it - Prelude

Want It Need It
[WINI - 0] Prelude
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>The music was flowing, the bass was turned up, and all the partygoers were having a great time.
>That's why ponies come to Las Pegasus.  To relax, get away from it all.
>So why was your mind dredging up these memories?
>You needed to take a break from your turntables... Maybe get a drink and just chill for a bit.
>Yeah, that sounded like a good idea.
>You motioned for the other DJ to come take over for a bit as you headed over to the bar.
>Sitting down, the memories came flooding back to you.  Why?  Why did they have to surface now?
>All these ponies... They'd come here to relax, let the stress of their work fade away and party.
>Let loose.  Yet here you were, having some kind of mental breakdown about something that happened so long ago.
>
>Your mother had told you to go to your room.  When you asked why, she only screamed at you to go to your room and stay quiet.
>Not wanting to get a spanking, you ran up to your room and shut the door.
>But you had to know why.  Why did she tell you to do that?
>Pressing your ear up against the door to you room, you listened intently for a clue as to why she--
>The front door opened and then slammed shut.
>Father?  He was home early.  He never came home early... Mother always told you he was sick or tired... That's why he would come home so late.
>It wasn't until now that you'd realized he was an alcoholic.  He would drink like a fish out of water.
>That night though... That night was different.  You recall pressing your head against the door to try and hear what was going on.

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>Why were they fighting?  You heard something that sounded like a slap maybe?  And then your mother... crying?
>Why would she cry?  She always told you that she loved your father very much...
>You'd opened the door slowly and quietly, making sure to not make a sound.
>You crept down the stairs and followed the noises into the kitchen.
>
>He was making funny noises though... There were tears in mother's eyes and she was sniffling.
>When she noticed you, she choked out a sort of yell, "VINYL!  GO TO YOUR ROOM!"
>You remember running up to your room and hiding under your bed.
>Shortly thereafter though, you heard steps come up the stairs.
>You remember being dragged by your tail from under your bed...
>Then... He... He... He touched you...
>
>You shuddered and asked the bartend for a drink.
>"Vinyl, are you alright?"
"Y-Yeah, just need a drink is all.  Thanks."
>He nodded and went back to his other patrons.
>
>After it was over... There was blood.  Blood all over the bed, like he'd broken something in you.
>It hurt so much... You were so sore... And scared...
>You'd hit him really hard over the head with your lamp... He'd said something.
>"You'll never be anything but a freak.  No stallion will ever love you.  You're a broken freak!  Look at what you did on the bed!"
>Whatever possessed you to hit him with the lamp... It just felt... right.
>But after?  You panicked.  You grabbed whatever you could fit into your little saddlebags and ran.
>Past your father on the ground, past your mother in the kitchen, right out the door; crying all the while.

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>You'd tried forgetting... But you couldn't.  No matter how hard you tried, the memories would follow you wherever you went.
>Every stallion you met seemed to be just as your father.  They only wanted one thing.
>That's all they cared about.
>In all your time since then, you'd never gotten close to a stallion.  Or another pony, really.
>Save for the bartender.  But he was gay, so that didn't count.
>You sighed and downed your drink quickly.
>After setting your glass back down, the bartend was already talking with you.
>"So, you gonna tell me what's bothering you or not?"
"Who said something was bothering me?"
>"You can hide behind your wee goggles all you want, but I know you Vinyl."
>You sighed and shook your head.
"Marty, you're a good pal, but I'm fine, really.  I just needed a break and something to drink is all, alright?"
>"Alright... You just let me know if you need to talk."
>That accent was part of what you liked about him.  Made him a good pony to listen too; helped when he was full of good advice, too.
>"Well off you go then."
"Yeah yeah, you do your job I'll do mine."
>"Aye.  Get a move on, lass."
>You waded through the crowd of ponies on the dance floor, back to your turntables.
>Sure you got some whoops and hollers, but you reminded yourself that these ponies didn't want you for who you were.
>They only wanted to use you and be done with you.  They wanted their own little bit of entertainment from you and that's all.
>
>They'd get their entertainment, but it'd be your music.  Not like they wouldn't run after seeing your eyes anyways.

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>Red eyes are demon eyes.  You've got a little demon in you.  You're a freak of nature.
>These little tidbits of phrases were what convinced you to get goggles.
>After that, they'd died down to near nothing.  It was nice.
>Just a little something you could do to fit in.
>You'd wear them as often as you could; they rarely left your head.
>Matter of fact, the only times you really took them off was when you were by yourself or with Marty.
>He'd always say you had pretty eyes; like jewels or something stupid.
>
>Of course, you'd had to deal with some... persistent ponies as well.
>Some would wait for you after the show was over.  Those usually met Marty.
>After your first black eye from defending yourself, Marty had vowed to walk you home every day.
>He was the big brother you never had growing up.
>It did your wellbeing good to have a gay stallion walk you home.
>He was built well, kept in shape.  That, and you nearly died laughing when he threatened a stallion with brutal anal devastation.
>"Oi!  You want to put your dick in her, eh?  I tell you what.  After I'm through puttin mine in you, we'll talk.  How's that sound?"
>The look on that creeps face? Priceless.
>Marty...
>He was the best friend you could ask for.  He always had something to say, something to cheer you up.
>
>One day you'll find a way to properly thank him.  For now, you need to get back to your turntables.
>They're missing you and that little stand-in DJ is probably ready to bolt.
>Yup, time to get back to what you do best.

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>The music had been going for a while now, and the party was really going.
>Dancing ponies everywhere, everyone having a good time.
>You'd even spotted a group of minotaurs come in.  Tonight was shaping up to be an alright night.
>Being on the DJ platform, you could see most of the club fairly well.
>You looked around at your work.  Yeah, they were enjoying themselves.
>When you noticed a gap form in the crowd, you looked over to see what the fuss was about.
>Huh.  What's that... thing?  You've never seen something quite like that before.
>Was it a bald minotaur maybe?  He was with a little pink pony that was bouncing around, smiling.
>Wonder what it is?  Or what it's doing here?
>Bah, probably some higher-up here to relax or something.
>
>MMmmmmm... No, that didn't seem right.
>It looked... Different.  Maybe it's her pet and she's...
>No, that's not it either.
>You notice a small group of ponies eyeing the... thing.
>That look was one you were all too familiar with.
>You signaled to Marty that there was trouble, and motioned towards the group of ponies.
>They'd advanced on the newcomer, and you could barely make out "freak" and "bald monkey"
>Marty sent the thing over to the bar and pulled the ring leader of the group of ponies aside.
>A brief chat with him, and the group left in a hurry.
>Maybe when you get a break you'll go see what exactly this thing is.

###Last Edit: 11/20/12 0045