A/N: And Here's the second part of Chapter 9. Enjoy!

VINYL CROSSES ABBEY ROAD
Written by That Gamer!
Chapter 9: The Abbey Road Medley
Part II: Sun King

a unicorn with cardboard wings taped to himself. The ULTIMATE IN COOLNESS!

"I heard somepony coming into town!" the pony announced. "Who be it?"

Vinyl and Octavia took two hours to reply, considering how stupid he looked.

"I... I am Octavia," Octavia finally spoke up. "And this is Vinyl... Somepony I'm vatching."

"You just won't stop lying, will you!" Vinyl exclaimed.

The cardboard-winged pony laughed. "Lying! I, the Sun King, prevent that!" he proclaimed. "My mere presences does!"

"The Sun King?" Octavia asked. "Sounds a little pretentious... And, I dunno,

Sue-ish?"

"That's what they said," Sun King grinned, "but I proved them wrong! I made a whole town! Welcome to my little piece o' heaven! Imagine!"

"Vhy is it called that?"

"I WANTED to call it Pepperland, but that name was already taken," Sun King grumbled. But he quickly went back to being happy. "Want the tour?"

Octavia thought about it. Eventually, she stated, "I'm sorry, ve just vandered in because of the road in front of the place and ve needed to somehov fit the title in and, really, this is getting stupider by the chapter and-"

"What else do we have to do?" Vinyl asked, all bored like. "C'mon, Octavia, don't be so boring!"

"Fine, but ve aren't staying!" Octavia sighed. "I'm only nov starting to think about going back and apologizing for your actions."

"Only NOW?"

"Only now."

The Sun King laughed again, proving how stupid he really was, and started trotting off all happy like. Octavia and Vinyl exchanged glances and followed him.

"OK, so over to the left is-" the Sun King began, but stopped. "I suddenly realized. I don't know what any of the buildings are called!"

"Are you kidding me?!" Vinyl asked. "Then we are we here?!"

"Your guess is just as good as mine," Octavia said flatly.

"Well, I might not know the buildings," the Sun King told the two, "but I do know the ponies! Ya wanna hear about that instead?"

For about a minute, Vinyl and Octavia muttered between the two. But, in the end, Octavia said, "Yeah, vhy not?"

The Sun King gasped. "Esto es increíble! Realmente nunca llegar a hablar con alguien que nunca más, así que gracias! Gracias mucho! No sabes lo mucho que esto significa para mí! No hay mucho en el largo plazo, pero ¡Hurra! ... Y ya que usted no me puede entender, Nyx joder, follar por el culo!"

"Что черта ты говоришь?" Octavia asked, but not to anypony in particulaer. "Что я говорю? То, что никому говорить?"

"I am sooooooooooo confused right now," Vinyl said.

"Well, anyways, moving on," the Sun King said. He cleared his throat. "I am, as you know, THE SUN KING!"

"Real name?"

"Sun King," Sun King answered quickly. "You didn't hear me?"

"No, no, it's just... REALLY!"

The Sun King nodded. "Thanks for your input, Nyx," he told said pony. "Now shut up. Anywho, my amazingly special talent which is for sun reason not reflect in my Cutie Mark-"

"Seeing as how you taped one on yourself," Vinyl pointed out, referring to the piece of paper with a crowned sun on it glued to his flank.

"The real one I got just didn't cut it," Sun King muttered, using MAGICK to show his real one: A cement mixer. "I dunno what caused THAT, but, moving on, my talent is, when I arrive, everypony's happy! Everypony's laughing!"

"One, that sounds a lot like Pinkie Pie," Octavia commented, "and, tvo, I'm not really laughing right nov."

"Oh, but that's whenever I bring up politics," Sun King "reassured" Octavia. "And... That's all I have to say about that, really."

"Brilliant," Octavia said. "Anypony else ve should see before never coming back here again."

There was a little silence. There normally is in Octavia's conversations.

"Right! I know one!" Sun King yelled happily. "He's just over there! His name is Mean Mist

A/N: Short chapter, I know, but I'm quickly approaching the end and I guess I'm sort of getting a little bored with this. Not really, but I want to move on to other projects. Like Into The Blender Of Two Minds and Past HELP!. Wait, Like An Atom Bomb... Dang... Welp, bonum nocte et fortuna!