Hey guys, author here with a little shoutout to Silver Scratch on google plus for requesting the character in this. But for someone who asked me a question. My OC is a mare in the fanfic. But I know, "Why a mare in the fanfic but stallion in google plus?" Because this is MY STORY AND IT WILL BE WRITTEN MY WAY! But hope you enjoy, any requests, just ask. PEACE OUT!

Chapter three: Unexpected Visitor

UNKNOWN'S POV

I just woke up, thinking the events of yesterday as if they were a dream, but checking the small mirror to find my black eye just got swollen, "Shit." I said, knowing J4mes will ask about it. Ya know, she looks kinda cute when she is asleep. Wait, what am I saying, I just met her yesterday, Don't let it get to your head. I walked to the door to request breakfast, but that won't happen for another hour or so. "Dammit. Well, I could stare at J4mes for an hour?" Turning around, I got scared shitless when she was right in front of me, with a HUGE smile on her face. "Holy, mother of Celestia." I yelled as she sat down.

"What is it, unknown?" J4mes asked, sarcastically as I catched my breath from that near heart attack, in response to her question, I answered, "Nothing." But then after a few minutes, a guard came to our cells with the daily mail. A message from my 'ex' mare-friend, saying she will take everything I own. "Well, shit." I said, in a surprised tone. I was trying to be sarcastic because she is a slut who takes stuff from ponies. But to change the subject, J4mes has a friend who just got sentenced here. Yeah somepony by the name of 'Vinyl Scratch A.K.A Dj Pon3'. I have never heard of her, but apparently, J4mes was super exited, so I was kind of exited.

J4mes' POV

Holy mother of Celestia, Vinyl is sentenced to the mental hospital! I wonder what she did, Wait, worry later, be EXITED I could help it but I laughed like crazy. Unknown was exited for me, although he doesn't even know Vinyl, but it's weird. The past few days, he is really comfortable near me after the incident. Like he is trying to protect me, eh.

2 days later

"FINALLY, Vinyl's arrival day." I said washing out the wounds on my eye and ear. I turn around and I see Unknown sitting there, practicing lines to say when she arrives, 'how cute. WAIT! Don't think that, he is a suicidal pony, but then again, I am a murderer. What am I even thinking anymore? It's like that one stallion who I can't keep my eyes off of.' Two minutes went by and finally a guard came and took us to see the new inmate. She looked like crap, and had a giggly face. Like she was high or something. The guard took us in and the first thing out of my mouth was, "Vinyl, you look like hammered shit." (get the reference?) She gave a giggle, but Unknown didn't look to happy. We all talked for about an hour or so, until the guard came in and took us back to our cells. The guard was a younger stallion who was, nicer, than the other guards. The other guards shove and yelled. He held us, kept with our pace, and even asked us if we wanted a water from the officers break room. Now that was an opportunity I wasn't gonna pass up. But when we reached our cells, he whispered in my ear, "I have to act tough for the other guards, but Imma fake shove you, okay?"

"Okay." I whispered back, and got the same response from Unknown. He gave us the fake shove. And locked our cells. I couldn't stop thinking of how nice he was, apparently, even in mental hospitals, 'friendship is magic.'

2 hours later

"LIGHTS OUT!" Screamed a guard as he shut the lights off. We all went to bed, except for me. I lay trying to fall asleep, but I can't. I sat up and just stared at the floor. Thinking of how traumatic the massacre was. Remembering every little detail to the color of everyponies mane. The horror it was for the cops when they arrived, the death and misery that surrounded me was just too much for me to take. When the little shit named Featherweight, who had to say the word... 'Rebel'

"Can't sleep?" Asked Unknown, looking at me. With a very quiet, shy-like tone, I replied,"Yeah." He hopped down off his bunk and trotted towards me. But my head layed low. He came up to me and, raised my head, and asked, "Still feeling guilt for the massacre?" All I did was nod 'yes'. He sat by me and finally gave me a long talk. He said, "Don't let it get to your head, the past can only drag you down. You should focus more on what happens in the future. Just give high hopes, and maybe, one day, you'll find somepony special." He smiled and then we stared at each other, both of us were blushing. And then that second, we leaned in and love bloomed in the night. Starting a long, us forgetful night.

CHAPTER THREE, YEAH. If you enjoyed, comment what you want to see in da future. Btw Vinyl Scratch belongs to her beloved owners, HASBRO. And dem feels doe. They be gettin serious. Alright talk to y'all's later, PEACE OUT