A/N Hey you all! Thanks for sticking with me this far. I know I haven't been very consistent with posting chapters, but I do know that I have developed as a writer and I hope to be pumping out more chapters now that I'm done with school for the summer! In the meantime, if you need something to read while you're waiting for my next chapter, then please give my good friend, The Idealist 33's stories a try. Speaking of which, he is in desperate need of a new editor. He's looking for someone that can edit in a short amount of time, a few days at most, and isn't afraid to tell him their ideas. Also, he is not picky about gender, so both colts and fillies are welcome. If you think you could do this, then stop reading and send him a quick PM now so you don't forget later. He'd greatly appreciate it if you did! After you're done with that, then please enjoy...
Oh! And one last thing: yes, I did write an entire paragraph just about a muffin to add a filler to the story. Don't worry, it will make sense soon...
Constructive criticism is always welcome. Please enjoy.
The Adventures of Steam Funk: Ch. 9 (2/3)
I woke with a start, gasping for air.
"Ah! Oh... what?" I asked myself, looking at my surroundings. I was on a table, in a room with a big vat in the center and a computer panel off to the side. I looked at the table and found myself strapped to it. I was back in human form, as well.
"Wait, what?" I asked again, wondering what had exactly happened. After I looked at my environment again, I recognized specific things that seemed familiar. Then, it all came flooding to me.
"TARDIS," I said. "I'm back on the TARDIS. But why?" I questioned, focusing on my main goal. With a little squirming, I was able to undo the bindings and get off the table, but I hadn't adjusted to my current state.
"Oh geez!" I shouted, falling over and cutting my hand on a piece if stray metal on the table. "Ah, shit!" I cursed. Clutching my wrist, I tried to stop the bleeding of the two inch long gash.
"Right, two legs," I reminded myself in deadpan. Standing back up, I looked at the said piece of metal. It didn't appear rusty, so it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Next to the table, I noticed a rag on the ground.
"Doesn't look too dirty..." I spoke, picking it up and wrapping it around the cut. I made my way to the doorway that led to the hall, and I began to travel down it. As I walked along, I tried to remember which way the Doctor had taken me before.
"Was it two lefts and a right, or a right, a left, and then a right? Er, wait... wouldn't it be backwards if I'm going the opposite way? Ahrg!" I cried out in distress. I had finally realized why no one ever wanted me to read directions.
I continued to walk down the long hallways, getting more frustrated, until I began to feel hopelessness instead. The fact that the TARDIS was infinite in size didn't help, either. But all of that feeling disappeared when I heard something. It sounded like... voices. Multiple voices.
They were faint, but it still provided the glimmer of hope that I needed.
"I'm pretty sure it's not Pinkie, but then again..." I said, pondering the strange way the pink mare seemed to be able to appear from nowhere. I ran the possibilities of who else could be with the Doctor.
As I followed the voices, I came closer and closer, until I found a room that I knew all too well. I peaked my head around the corner and took a look. It was the control room, but the people I saw almost made me straight up lose it and freak out.
I saw the Doctor, same as his usual bow-tied self, but there were two other people with him. A female, with the most red of hair you would ever see, while also being quite attractive. The other was a male, who had dirty blond hair, and one hell of a nose protruding from the center of his face.
"Oh my God, it's them. It's really them!" I whispered, excitedly. Prepping myself, I took a breath and stepped out into the room. The first one to notice me was the woman, the other two having their backs to me.
"Um, Doctor... why is there a kid on the TARDIS?" she asked, a Scottish accent showing in her voice. The two men then turned and saw me.
"Oh! Hello there! Why are you up?" he asked himself, thinking for a moment before turning back around. "Oh, where are my manners? This is Sam. He's a friend of mine and I'm helping him with something," he explained.
"What's that? A school project?" the red head jeered.
"Hey! I'm not that young, or not at least to where I need help," I said in self-defence, making her smile.
"Ooh, feisty are we?" She walked over to me and down the the steps, stopping in front of me.
"I'm Amy by the way," she said, holding out her hand. I was a bit surprised at her sudden turn of attitude, going from bully to kind and well-mannered. Smiling at her openness, I grasped and shook it.
"Nice to meet you."
"And I'm Rory. In case, anyone was wondering..." he said, trailing off. I nodded to him and then looked to the Doctor.
"Right. Let's get you back in your flesh and get you on your way," he said, leading me down the stairs and into the hallway. Looking at him, I smiled.
"Was that them? Was that the Amy and Rory Pond?" I asked. He nodded.
"No doubt you recognize them from the show."
"Oh, so it's alright for you to know that you have a show?" I questioned, slightly joking.
"Well, most of the adventures I have make for good telly. Besides, I am the writer."
I stopped and looked at him.
"What?! Aren't you Matt Smith, the actor who plays the Doctor? Well, so to speak," I asked in disbelief. He smiled at my confusion.
"Well, I use psychic paper for identity purposes and I use the flesh to make the body for the show's writer," he explained, and kept walking. Shaking my head and laughing, I continued.
"So back to our original conversation, how did you get them out of the corrupted time period caused by the weeping angels?" I asked him.
"You wouldn't understand. Lots of wibbly wobbly, time-y whimey stuff," he explained, making a reference to both himself and the show.
"Try me," I said, seeing if I could even try to comprehend the science and physics behind time. The Doctor looked at me, surprised at my tenacity.
"If you say so..." he began. "So as you know, Rory was snatched by an angel and teleported through space and time to the apartment. Not wanting her husband to grow old and die alone, Amy allowed the angel to teleport her as well. Now, I couldn't get in there the time before because I didn't have a guide line; something I could lock onto for me to pull the TARDIS into the time period. Well, turns out Amy is smarter than you think. When she went back, she brought something with her, something so obvious that I could never go on with my life without noticing."
"What was it? Some important piece of the TARDIS, or an ancient relic?" I asked, now enveloped in his story.
"My bow tie."
"What?" I asked flatly.
"My bow tie," he repeated. "She grabbed my bow tie and knew I would notice its absence. I found this quite particular, that my iconic piece of apparel was gone, so I did a search for it through out all of time and space. Once the TARDIS had pinpointed the location of it, I latched on and pulled myself to it. Getting out of the time period is a lot easier, so I won't go into that."
I nodded, surprised at the simplicity of the answer. Rounding a corner, we entered the flesh room.
"Now... why did you wake up?" he asked aloud, whipping out his sonic screwdriver. It made it's signature high pitch wining as he scanned the room. He pointed it near me and looked at it.
"Sam, have you hurt yourself recently?" he asked, looking away from the device and at me. His eyes traveled down my arm and to the improvised bandage around my hand. "Now what did you do?"
"Well," I started, pulling away the rag and revealing the gash. "I have been adjusted to equine anatomy for the past few days, and when I was pulled back into my human body, I had to get 'readjusted', which resulted in me falling off the table and cutting my hand on it," I responded.
"Ah, I see. Well don't you worry, once we get you back on there, the life-support will kick in and get you good as new. Actually, the life-support is so good, that it will keep you from aging. So you don't have to worry about looking older when you get back home," he said. "I don't understand why I didn't say that before when you first got on..."
"Well hey, that's an upside!" I said, realizing that if I was here for a while, then my parents would most likely notice I looked different. The Doctor looked at his sonic screwdriver again and then at me.
"Alrighty then, it looks like it was an just an energy surge. Probably from a solar flare or shift in the TARDIS' power grid. It just reset the control field and cut off the connection for safety purposes, mainly so it didn't fry your brain. Nothing to worry about. Just give me a mo'." He ran over to the computer panel and tapped in a few things, until hitting the last key with a loud *clack*. "Okey doke! All you need to do is get back on and let it reestablish contact," he said.
Nodding, I walked back over to the table and got back on, allowing the restraints to clamp around my wrists and ankles again. The time lord took position at the console.
"Alright Sam, are you ready?" he asked.
"Allons-y," I joked, and closed my eyes. More noises of the Doctor fiddling with the controls followed until my mind eventually slipped away, just as before, and my body went numb.
The female ponies, with the exception of Timid, the hospital doctor, and Spike, were crowded around my lifeless body, which lay on the gurney with several tubes running into my body. Next to the bed was a heart monitor, which failed to make the slightest noise signaling life. The doctor turned to the group, a look of sorrow on his face.
"I'm sorry to say, but he's... passed," he said with his head down. They all gasped, most of their eyes starting to fill with tears. Timid spoke up and asked the question on everyone's mind.
"But how did it happen?"
"We don't know. There are no signs of any damage or illness. His heart just stopped," he responded. "I'll leave you to pay your condolences," he added, walking out of the room. They all lowered their heads, thinking different things, but all about one thing... the death of a friend.
That was, until the heart monitor began beeping. Everyone in the room looked up at the device, it making rhythmic patterns of lines.
"*Gasp!*"
They all jumped as I shot up from the bed, air rushing into my lungs.
"Ah! Oh, my head," I said, rubbing my temples. "This is a hell of a headache." I looked around and observed my surroundings, and saw everyone looking at me with complete and utter shock.
"Um... hello. Why are you all at Vinyl's house?" I questioned. "And why am I in a bed? Vinyl, you weren't going to give the others a 'public display', were you?" No one answered, none even chuckling at the small joke. A nurse happened to walk by and notice me. Her eyes went wide and she darted off, returning a moment later with the doctor. He looked at me and took on a look of shock.
"I don't believe it! This makes no sense at all. You had no pulse. You were dead!" he said breathlessly. "I'm... speechless." He walker over to the monitors and checked them, making sure there wasn't any errors in the system.
"Wait, why would you think I was dead?" I asked. Vinyl walked up next to me.
"You started to show me dubstep, but then you fell over onto the ground. Don't you remember?" she asked, quietly.
"Yeah, I think I remember that," I said, nodding.
"I had no clue what happened to you, so I panicked and ran out into the street. Luckily, Timid and Octavia were home, so we got help. That's pretty much it," she finished. I looked at her and brushed her cheek with my hoof, smiling softly.
"Well, there's nothing to worry about now."
"Are you alright?" Twilight asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine, but I could do without this headache," I said. I turned to the doctor. "You don't happen to have something for this, do you?"
"I'm afraid I cannot give you anything, or else it will affect the results of some tests I'm going to run on you," he responded, looking down at his clipboard. "Which there are exactly ten that I wish to perform, so I can try and figure out what happened to you and how you're still alive."
"Alright then, I guess I'm going to be here a little while," I said, getting comfortable. "Speaking of which, what time is it, Timid?" He held up his foreleg and looked at his watch.
"Quarter to eleven. Why?"
My eyes shot open.
"Oh no! I'm late!" I exclaimed, pulling out the I.V. and oxygen tube running down my nose. "Ehlg," I cringed as I felt the foreign object travel up the back of my throat.
"Late for what?" Timid asked, not sure if he should stop me or help me.
"I have to meet Derpy for lunch." He gave me a confused look and started to say something, but I cut him off.
"I'll explain later!" I said, making my way to the door. The doctor looked up from the board he was holding and at me. He leaped in front of the door before I could get out.
"Wait! You can't leave! I still need to run my tests!" he said, pulling out a large syringe.
"Oh, hell no!" I shouted, pushing him to the side and galloping down the hall, eventually escaping the building. The doctor shook his head, steadying himself.
"Which way did he go?!" he yelled, looking around the room, and then sighed. "Why do our patients keep running away? The last time this happened was when you broke out, because of a silly book," he said, looking at Rainbow Dash, making everyone else turn and look. The multicolor maned mare blushed.
"I'm not an egghead..." was her only remark.
"Sorry!" I yelled back. The pony who I ran into watched helplessly as their bag of assorted fruits toppled over. They then scowled at me, shooting death glares.
"How about you watch where you're going, you-"
I got out of earshot before I could hear the rest, which was probably a good thing.
Sprinting past the fountain, I made my way to the center of Ponyville, just as the clock tower chimed the twelfth hour. I stopped running and looked around, trying to see if I could spot the pegasus.
"Okay, I think I made it here before her," I said, turning around to see a grey, walleyed, face right in front of mine.
"Oh, geez! Where did you- never mind," I said, deciding to not question certain things anymore, but to just go with it.
"Hi Steam! How have you been?" she asked with a smile.
"Heh, where to start..." I thought.
"Well, after you left Vinyl's this morning, I had passed out and was proclaimed dead, until I sprang up from the hospital bed, absolutely fine. I escaped and now probably have several medical staff chasing after me," I responded. "But I couldn't be better!"
She gave me a blank stare, blinking a few times.
"I had an uncle who had that happen to him!" she remarked. "Er, no wait. I don't have an uncle."
I laughed, glad to see that she was as much fun as I thought she would be. She's really the only background character who you know what she acts like. Everyone else is a bit of a mystery. Back from her thoughts on existing family, she looked at me and smiled.
"So where are we eating?" she asked. I shrugged my shoulders and looked around.
"Not sure. I'm kinda new in town, so I don't really know any restaurants, except for the one across from Quills and Sofas, and The Trottingston," I said. "But I don't think I can ever go back to that one."
"Really? Why not?" she asked, innocently.
"Well, let's just say some certain events took place there," I said, weary of the situation that occurred just the night before.
"Oh, let's go to Sugar Cube Corner! They have really good muffins!" she exclaimed. Letting out a small chuckle, I nodded and began walking with her to the bakery.
"So... how do you know, him?" she asked me, taking on a more serious tone, which seemed odd for her. Thinking, I tried to figure out the easiest way to tell her the truth.
"Well, you see..." I began. "I'm not actually a pony. This body isn't even real. It's just flesh," I explained. She looked at me, confused.
"Of course it's flesh. Isn't that what everypony is made of?" she questioned. I shook my head.
"No, not that kind of flesh. What I'm talking about is a substance that is produced synthetically. It can change it's molecular structure into anything, even a working pony body, which can then be controlled by a brain connection from a host." I let out a sigh. "Long story short, I'm the host for this body," I stated.
There was a pause between us.
"So, you're... not really a pony?" she asked. I nodded, smiling awkwardly.
"Yeah, I'm actually a..." I stopped, taking a breath before continuing. "A human, back on the TARDIS with the Doctor," I said. She slowly nodded, processing everything I had said, until speaking up.
"What's a human?" she asked, rather loudly.
Off in the distance, Lyra's ears perked up as she poked her head above the crowd to scan for who spoke.
"What is it?" Bon Bon asked her. Lyra just shook her head, sitting back down.
"Nothing. Just thought I heard somepony say something."
"Shh! I'll explain later, but you can't let anypony know! If Princess Celestia finds out that someone who isn't suppose to be here, is, then I'm dead meat!" I exclaimed, trying to get the point across. Throughout our talking, we had finally reached the Sugar Cube Corner. The conversation continued as we walked inside.
"Well, I at least have to tell Spitfire about this," Derpy said.
"No! When I mean nopony, I mean nopony! Not even Spitfire!" I exclaimed.
"No, it's okay! She knows the Doctor too, and you can trust her," she said, trying to persuade me. I thought about it, remembering the Doctor speak of Spitfire highly. That, and she was also his lover. I gave an unwary look back at the walleyed mare and nodded in agreement.
"It's still not a good idea in my opinion, but I suppose it's alright if she knows him. Where would she be?" I asked. Derpy thought for a moment, before looking over at the counter.
"Muffins," she said, in a trance-like tone, and began to walk away. Before I could turn around, the sweet smell of freshly baked muffins hit my snout. Blueberry, to be exact. I closed my eyes and inhaled the delicious smell.
"Mmm..." I mumbled to myself, until I felt a tap on my shoulder. Opening my eyes, I turned around and saw Derpy standing there, holding a muffin in her hoof. She had the presents of crumbs around her mouth, suggesting she already managed to eat hers.
"Here you go," she said, putting out the baked good she was holding. I grabbed it with my telekinesis and smiled, nodding in thanks to her. Bringing it up to my mouth, I took a bite.
Instantly, the flavors hit my tongue like a freight train. The spice from the cinnamon that the Cakes must have added, mixed with the sweetness of the blueberries, topped with a light crunch every time you bit into a walnut, all wrapped in the warmth of the muffin itself.
"Oh... this, is delicious," I moaned between chews, savoring the flavor. I didn't even care if it seemed like I was over exaggerating. It was just so good! Derpy smiled and giggled.
"It's like I always say, never underestimate the power a good muffin," she said. Before I could even finish my first bite, she already starting to walk away again. Bringing the muffin with me, I followed after her. Before I left the bakery, I happened to look back at the counter and spot Mrs. Cake, standing there with an irritated look.
I stopped and called to Derpy, "Hey, you did pay for the muffins, right?" She stopped and raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean? I've never had to pay for muffins," she said. Rolling my eyes, I walked over to the baker and began fishing some bits out of my hat.
"I am so sorry. She should know better," I apologized on Derpy's behalf.
"Don't you worry about it, dear. I know you've got a good head on your shoulders. Just keep an eye on her, though. She does these kinds of things often," she warned. Nodding, I set the bits on the counter and departed.
"So, you never told me where Spitfire would be," I said, munching on my muffin.
"Oh yeah. Well, she's also a pegasus," she said, opening up her wings in example. "So she's either at the Wonderbolts Training Academy, or she's at her house in Cloudsdale."
"Well that's great!" I exclaimed, but then reality took hold. "Except for one problem... I don't have wings." Derpy looked behind me and saw the absence of the extra appendages.
"Woah, I just noticed that," she said, scratching her head. "Oh, how about this? You could ride on my back!"
I looked at her like she had a third eye.
"Seriously? Me, ride on your back? You're kidding, right?" I asked her.
"No, why?" she asked. I snickered a bit at her question.
"Well, I'm at least twice as big as you. How in the wide world of Equestria are you going to carry me?" I questioned. She looked me over, seeing if it were remotely possible.
"You're right, there's no way. So how can you come with me?" she asked. I sighed and shrugged my shoulders.
"I dunno. How about you go ahead and find her, then come back and meet me at Vinyl's house," I suggested.
"Yes sir!" she hollered, saluting and then taking off. I shook my head and chuckled.
"She's something else," I said, and started to walk back to Vinyl's. I didn't even make it two feet before someone called my name.
"What is it now, Derpy?" I asked and turned around, but not to see the walleyed mare. Instead I saw a cyan one, with an iconic rainbow mane.
"Oh, sorry Rainbow. I thought you were somepony else." She looked at me, cocking her head to the side.
"Alright, but why would you think I was Derpy? Do I look that much like her?" she said, crossing her eyes and laughing.
"Hey, that's not funny! She can't help it, so knock it off," I said in defense of the impaired mare.
"Calm down, I'm just kidding. So what's going on with you?" she asked me, lightly punching my shoulder.
"Well, I was going to head back to Vinyl's while I wait for Derpy to come back," I explained, beginning to walk again with Rainbow flying next to me.
"Why, where did she go?"
"Oh, to go get Spitfire. I have a few matters to discus with her," I said casually. I heard the sound of wings flapping stop, followed by a small thud. Turning around, I saw Rainbow, sitting on the ground, her mouth wide open.
"Uh, you okay?" I questioned, looking at her awestruck face.
"How does she know Spitfire?" she whispered out.
"Oh, it's a long story. They both liked a stallion, the stallion loved them equally, so they became friends and, basically, shared the Doctor," I said. She looked up with a questioning look.
"They both liked a doctor? Hmm... I never thought Spitfire would be the 'doctor' type," she said, breaking her stunned shock, but snapped back into it when she realized the matter at han- er... hoof.
"Wait, you're going to be talking to Spitfire?" she asked.
"That's the gist of it," I said, nodding my head. Her eyes lit up in excitement.
"You have to tell her about me! Or at least recommend me for the Wonderbolts!" she plead.
"What are you talking about? You already went to the flight camp for them," I said. She took on a confused look.
"How did you know about the- just, never mind. Can you at least please put in a good word about me? That's all I ask!" she said.
"I don't think I should be manipulating decisions like this. I can't do it. Sorry," I said, and began walking away. She grew desperate and flew up to me again.
"Pleeeeeeeeaaaaase!" she begged, getting on her knees. I laughed at her childish behavior.
"Oh, come on. I'm just kidding. Of course I'll tell her about you," I said. She looked up at me with a glimmer of hope in her eye.
"Really? You'd do that for me?" she questioned.
"Well, duh. Why wouldn't I?" I said.
"Well, I just met you."
"Seriously? That's why? You've talked to me about some pretty personal stuff. That's got to take some amount of trust," I said. She thought back to the other day, where she had spent the night at Fluttershy's cottage.
"I guess. But still, I can't tell you how awesome this is that you're doing this for me!" she exclaimed.
"Okay, calm down. It's not a big deal. But if you keep this up, then I might change my mind," I joked, and began to walk down the road again.
We had made it pretty far without either of us saying a word, but the inevitable happened.
"Wanna race?" the rainbow maned pegasus asked.
"I don't know. I'm kinda tired," I said, not particularly wanting to run.
"C'mon. Exercise does the body good," she argued. "Unless, you know, you're... chicken."
My eyes shot towards her at the taunt.
"Normally, I wouldn't be subject to such tomfoolery and poppycock," I said in a haughty tone, holding my head high. "But in this particular case... YOU'RE ON!"
With that, I took off running, leaving my competitor a bit baffled.
"Hey! No fair! You didn't say go!" she called out, pushing off the ground with her hind legs and propelling herself forward, quickly picking up speed with her strong wings.
"Go!" I yelled, letting out a laugh as we both raced to Vinyl's house.
Arriving in front of the building, it was clear that there was no competition, but merely a straight up flank whooping.
I stopped myself after Rainbow had already made it a full minute before me.
"You put up quite a fight back there," she complimented.
"Oh, don't even try to make me feel better. I couldn't beat you even after you stopped flying and ran," I wheezed, out of air.
"Well... yeah," she confessed. "But you showed awesome determination. I mean, I've never seen somepony who picked up more speed at the end. Or at least not like that," she said. I nodded my head in gratitude of her praise, but smiled to myself knowing I was holding her back a little with my magic, not that it did much good. Just then, I heard the door behind me open with a quiet creak. Rainbow looked and responded first.
"Hey there Vinyl! What's going on?" She looked at the cyan mare, and nodded.
"Hey R.D.," she said, although without as much flamboyancy as her usual self. Rainbow noticed this as well, shooting me a curious glance. I shrugged my shoulders slightly, and turned back to Vinyl just as her eyes landed on me.
"Oh, look who it is," she sneered. I got a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach from her tone of voice.
"Um, is everything alright?" I asked, cautiously.
"I'm gonna have a word with you inside," she said, and looked at Dash. "Excuse us, but I need to discus something with a certain stallion."
The rainbow maned pegasus stared at Vinyl, who was staring at me, and I didn't know what to do.
"Um, yeah... I'll leave you two alone to, uh... talk this out. Hopefully..." she said, and then bolted away, faster than I'd ever seen her go before.
"Gee Rainbow, thanks for backing me up," I thought sarcastically to myself. My marefriend was still scowling at me. I was afraid to move.
"Inside!" she commanded, at which I obeyed without hesitation. Walking in, I saw that the house was the same as it was this morning, aside from a few things moved out of the way for the paramedics to come in with a stretcher.
"I just hope I didn't fall and break any of her sound equipment when I passed out," I thought, and turned to face Vinyl. She had just closed the door and turned around. Her magenta eyes locked with mine, allowing me to see that they were darker with anger.
"So... what's up, Vin-"
"What the hell was that?!" she shouted, cutting off my hoarse attempt to start the conversation calmly. I looked at her, raising an eyebrow.
"What was what?" I asked, genuinely confused about her anger. She let out a mocking scoff, as if it were obvious.
"Hmm... let's see. You pass out in my house this morning and make me worry like hell. Next thing I know, we're at the hospital, and they say you're dead! That's not really a great feeling."
Apparently it was obvious.
"Look Vinyl, I'm sure you're-"
"I'm not done yet!" she shouted, letting me to know that she was not in a conversational mood, but more of a, "scream and shout until I'm out of juice" mood. The only thing I could do was let her burn herself out, as if she were a forest fire.
"But then, out of the blue, you pop up, back from the grave and look around, complaining about your headache. You died and you complain about a freaking HEADACHE! What the hell is that, Steam? Huh?! Was it all some joke?" she questioned, but continued before I could respond.
"Heh... but you know, you're okay enough to hop up and go meet somepony, 'cause you're too worried about being late," she said, sounding like she was starting to settle down. There was a pause before she spoke again, definitely quieter now.
"I had somepony die in my house. That's the bottom line. Somepony died in my house. Right next to me, I saw their eyes roll back into their head, fall to the ground, and die," she whispered, her voice beginning to break. "You have no idea what that's like. I was so scared, and I didn't know what to do," she sobbed, as tears rolled down from her eyes. A sharp pang of guilt hit my heart and I rushed over to her.
"Oh Vinyl, I'm so sorry. You're right, I have no idea what that's like. I wish I could've been there to help you," I said, sitting her down on the couch and hugging her. "I should've stayed there in the hospital with all of you. It didn't even cross my mind as to how you would all react."
All the while, Vinyl sobbed into my neck, leaning against me as she tried to regain her composure. I rubbed her back with my hoof, thinking about what I could do to make this right.
"Is there anyway I can make it up to you?" I finally asked, hoping there was something. She slowly removed her face from my neck after a moment, and rested it on my shoulder, embracing the hug.
"Yeah," she said softly.
"What is it?" I asked her, ready to do anything to make her happy.
"First off, please don't die again," she said, half joking. I chuckled softly until she spoke up again. "And second off, don't let me be alone when something serious like this happens. I was so scared this morning. I need somepony I can rely on."
"Well, from what I understand, Timid was there this morning," I said. She paused for a moment.
"Just shut up and be there next time. Alive, too," she said flatly. I laughed and patted her back.
"Sounds like a deal," I said softly. "But are you sure you don't want me to do anything else?"
Vinyl leaned away from me and turned her face up to mine, a seductive look in her eyes.
"Well... if you're wondering..."
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Disclaimer: I do not own anything mentioned above that's prone to copyright. Steam Funk is an OC made by me. I do my best to replicate what I believe characters like Vinyl Scratch and Octavia Melody act like, even though we don't know officially. Please do not discriminate me for this. I was given full permission by The Idealist 33 to include him and his OC into my story. I have made references to The Idealist's story, "Doctor Whooves?", in this specific chapter. I have been given full privileges from him to do this.