>It was time.
>After months of waiting and paycheck after paycheck banked, she was here.
>You didn't even say goodbye to the deliveryman, you just grabbed the box and bolted up to your apartment.
>The box was coated in slavrunes and vodka-speak, sealed with duct tape.
>Prying it open, you found the mare of your dreams.
>...in pieces that is.
>No matter, nothing could dampen your spirits now that your mare has arrived!
>Especially not the fact that she came with a set of wings, no horn in sight.
>Nope.
>Totally not a buzzkill at all.
>After many cheerful and enthusiastic hours spent assembling your waifu, in which you totally didn't have to take multiple breaks due to not-frustration building up because the manual was in cheeki breeki, you had finally finished her.
>All that was left to do was turn her on.
>You reached behind her ear and flipped the switch.
>Her body came to life with a small electronic hum.
>Some electronic ditty played, some kind of start-up logo?
>A faint red glow settled in behind her eyes, which instantly snapped to you.
"Vinyl?"
>Your voice is filled to the brim with excitement.
>Vinyl just sits there, staring at you.
>"Uh, hello?"
>She blinks.
>You sat there, dumbstruck.
>She was looking at you, quiet as a mouse.
>How could your loud, rambunctious party-mare not be loud and rambunctious!
>You must have put her together wrong or something!
>Crossed a wire where you shouldn't have?
>Manual in-hand, the vodkarunes weren't making any more sense the longer you stared at them.
>Eventually, you looked back up to Vinyl.
>She looked back at you, concerned eyes digging into your own.
"Vinyl?"
>Silence
"Can you understand me?"
>Silence
"Blink twice if you can hear me."
>She blinks twice.
>Do you understand what I'm saying? Blink twice for yes, three times for no."
>She blinks twice.
"Can you try saying something?"
>Vinyl looked confused, opening and closing her mouth and waiting for sound to come out.
>Nothing did.

>You looked over to the box at the one part in english: a poster advertising the company.
>Your eyes fell across one of the taglines across the bottom.
>'Comes pre-installed with over 10 electronic songs!'
>If they were in there, why couldn-t you hesr anything?
>Were there even any actual voice lines in there?
>That doesn't even mention the fact that she was supposed to be a Unicorn, not a Pegasus!
>You leaned over, head in your hands.
>How were you going to talk for days on-end about the finer points of sound design with your mare if she couldn't even speak?
>You hear a thunk as Vinyl jumps down from the table.
>You were expecting her to wander, but she doesn't.
>Her eyes locked on something, her stride steady.
>Following her sightline you notice a cheap, plastic keyboard on the ground.
>Your 4-year-old cousin must have left it here while you were babysitting him.
>The keys were gigantic, the thing was made for little kids after all.
>You watch as she sits down in-front of it, reaching a hoof out towards it.
>She presses down, mashing multiple keys in at once and creating a horrible screeching sound.
>You cover your ears and wince.
>Vinyl pauses for a second, thoughts running through her head at a million miles-per-hour.
>Then, slowly, her wings extend forwards.
>She reaches forwards with her wingtip and rests it in a key.
>Just the right width.
>She presses down and a single note is sent out.
>You see the ghost of a smile spread across her face.
>Her other wing stretches downwards, hovering over another key.
>She presses it and the first at the same time.
>A nasty grinding sound screeches out of the speaker.
>Vinyl moves her lower wingtip to another key and presses it in.
>You expect another nasty grinding sound, but surprisingly, the notes harmonize together.
>Vinyl smiles, playing the two notes together over and over again.
>That's when you realized that, despite that blanket of silence, she was still your mare.