>Day 58 of your time in Equestria
>You are Anon the 4th of the land of Chanagin.
>You are of medium-build without much fat, you have short dark brown hair, and you usually have a bored look on your face. Though, most of the time you are just thinking of different things.
>You usually wearing whatever the fuck is in your closet though you always carry along a satchel full of stuff you think you might need.
>You are a relatively relaxed man who is only looking for ways to enjoy life and to see the world in every way.
>However, that takes money, which you don't have in this world.
>Though, you finally managed to get a job that lines up with your fucked up sleep cycle and tastes.
>Cursed Sleep cycle made you fall asleep in most of your other jobs so you kept getting fired.
>Now, you are a backstage bouncer for the club that the famous DJ Pone-3 Runs called "The Spinning Record."
>Damn place is the biggest club in all of Las Pegasus.
>Though, you were kinda surprised when she came to you one day and asked you if you would work for her, I mean, you aren't the strongest being in the world. But Apparently you are pretty damn intimidating to others so you guess it works out. You just hope this job lasts.
>It is your first night of work and you just finished helping the stage hand set up the lights and speakers since his assistant was apparently "Too busy" to do his job.
>Personally, you would love to see him fired but at least it is a few extra bits.
>Anyways, it is about 7:00 at night and the front doors are about to open and let the huge line of ponies outside in.
>You sigh as you take your seat in front of the backstage door with your water bottle and you prepare for a long night ahead, hopefully you don't need to kick the shit out of someone today. Then again, you aren't even sure if you could.
>As soon as you sit down the front door opens up and people start pouring in.
>Immediately you see shit that confuses the hell out of you.
>The first person in is what looks like a fusion of a bat and a pegasus pony.
>Hell, she is even clicking her tougue as she walks, as if she has echolocation.
>Strangest damn thing you have seen for awhile, and you were invited to Pinkie's dance-off the other day with the winner being Granny Smith.
>Old lady still has the secret dance moves.
>The Batpony seems to be absolutely shining with wonder. Complete with a face full of sparkling eyes with cat-like pupils and a wide open mouth with fangs and a pair of bat-wings in what can only be described as complete wingboner.
>Wait.
>Fangs?
>Cat eyes?
>Bat-wingboner?
>You lean forward a bit to get a closer look at the pony but as soon as that happens she is overtaken by the crowd and disappears from your view.
>You frown as you review what the fuck you just saw.
>The best thing you could possibly come up with was something along the lines of a vampire pony.
>"Huh, oh well, ain't none of my business." you say as you lean back into your seat and pop in some earplugs so you don't have to feel like the noise is stabbing into your skull.
>The first DJ, an aspiring DJ who is actually not that bad, goes up to play and you hear him yell out the usual stuff such as "ARE YA'LL READY FOR A RAVE?" (He was apparently from the country, you are still wondering how he got into DJing.) and other things that are used to raise the spirit of the crowd.
>Just as you hear him finish up his final lines before he starts, you see that bat pony pop out of the crowd and start heading in your direction.
>Well, at least you get to see whatever the fuck it is at close range.
>However, as soon as the music starts, shit hits the fan.
>The pony immediately stands up straight as if they were struck with lightning and you see tears fill their eyes as she clamps her hooves over their ears.
>Your mind starts to work at a state of hyperfocus in order to figure out what is wrong.
>You look at the pony and think about what you know about it already.
>1. It has fangs and batwings.
>2. It apparently likes rave music.
>3. When it walks, it makes a weird clicky noise.
>Wait, if that noise is used for echolocation, as you had initially thought, wouldn't that mean that the pony's ears are fucking hypersensitive?
>You jump out of your chair, abandoning your post, and sprint toward the pony.
>while you run toward the pony, you reach into your pocket and bring out an extra pair of earplugs you have and upon reaching the pony, you immediately move each hoof and struggle against it to put the earplugs in.
>The effect is almost instantaneous, the pony stops freaking out and calms down. After a couple seconds, they pop their head up and say "Thank y-" Before it's eyes get really wide and it passes it.
>and somehow no one ever noticed anything.
>God damn, you could have murdered and raped this pony and no one would have done a damn thing.
>Then again, what if they just didn't give a fuck?
>Oh well.
>You stop for a second as you consider what to do with this peculiar pony.
>You can't exactly just leave, you are still in the middle of your job, so you do the only thing that you can really do.
>You pick it up.
>Grab a chair that was nearby.
>bring both to your seat.
>set the chair next to yours.
>and plop the damn pony down upon it.
>However, when you pick the pony up, you realize it's fur and hair is extremely soft and smell of refreshing strawberries.
>You simply shake your head and then sit in your chair and sigh at what you have just done.
>You abandoned your post to go help a strange pony who could potentially have you arrested for assault.
>At least that how it could go in your homeland.
>Oh well, doesn't matter.
>You look at the pony and then see a mild grimace on it's unconscious face.
>The noise must still be getting to it so you reach in your satchel and pull out a large pair of noise-cancelling headphones and you put them on the pony's head and turn them on and everything seems to be better then and it relaxes.
>You feel bad about thinking of it as and "it" but you still don't know it's gender.
>You look at it closely and wonder if it is a boy or a girl.
>The thought that it may be both sits in the back of your head in a fucked up sort of way.
>You simply shake your head and just plan to talk to it as soon as it wakes back up.
>You lean back into your chair and just relax for the next 4 hours as multiple DJs take the stage and play their sets.
>You sigh and take out your earplugs and relax while you wait for "Her" to get up on stage after the huge ass entrance she is planning.
>Damn thing takes 10 minutes.
>She is fancy as fuck when it comes to that shit.
>Though it also takes a bit of onstage prep, so people get a small prep for now.
>At that moment the bat pony finally gets back up.
>You glance over at it as it looks around while taking off the headphones and pulling the earplugs out and it's eyes land on you.
>It's eyes go wide but thankfully it doesn't pass out again.
>Before it says anything you cut it off by saying "You slept for a hell of a time."
>It stops for a second before simply saying "What?"
>'It's voice sounds female, hopefully it is a her,' you think before you say "Ya Slept straight through the first Dj. Were you planning to sleep your entire time here?
>She immediately jumps out her seat and shouts "I DID WHAT?"
>"Eeyup, you were lucky you got up before Ms. Scratch came up." You Stop yourself for a second. "Wait no, you know her as DJ Pon-3"
>Immediately her face lights up again and that fangy smile appears again.
>"Yay!" She exclaims "I can't wait to see her in action! I have heard so much about her!"
>You raise your eyebrow at her as you sip your water and say "Ya sound like ya never heard her music before."
>She grimaces before saying "Yeah... I have never been to a rave or anything of the such before, I wanted to try it out so I went to the one club I heard was best while I was here for vacation."
>You just stare at her before saying "This place's average admission is about 35 bits, however, today is the special for Ms. Scratch's birthday so it costs about 45 bits and..."
>You look forward at the tag she has that is used for admission.
>"...Your red admission tag here is nothing but average, it has to be a VIP pass that allows backstage access to hang out with the various artists and Ms. Scratch herself after the show along with allowing you to be one of the first into the facility. That costs approximately 250 bits. That is not just checking this place out."
> She sits stunned and says "Ummm..... Well..... I uh....."
> "Judging by the way you look and the quality of your hair and otherwise being, you seem to be a rather wealthy pony Madam. If you plan to lie to me, plan better alright?" You say with a smile before sipping you water again.
>By this time, her face is bright red with embarrassment and she says "M-M-My hair? What do you mean?" while self-consciously touching her hair.
>You laugh and simply say "I had to carry you over here, I noticed a couple things while doing it."
>Somehow she becomes even more red and she starts to stumble over her words. "I-I-I-I, um... I just.... I uh...."
>You laugh again and say to her "You are quite the cute girl, I hope your colt friend enjoys being with ya as much as I currently am.
>She looks down and mumbles something.
>"What?" You say as you glance to the stage, it seems like you don't have much time before the entrance starts.
>"I don't have a coltfriend... Though I know someone I kinda want to be with, I doubt he ever will want to be with me, we are a bit too different..." she says.
>You immediately somber up and swiftly say "Such a sad state of affairs then, it is such a shame to see a girl like yourself without a special somepony with them. Though, you should go out and talk to that person if you think are are too different. Just talk to them for awhile, I am certain that after awhile the differences won't matter."
>You say that and then ruffle her hair a bit as she lets out a small eep.
>"W-W-W-W-What are you doing!?!" She stammers out.
>"Simply ruffling your hair, it is very nice hair. Anyways, you should go back out into the crowd now before things start back up again. Also, you did lie to me earlier." you say with a stern look.
>She fidgets around for a second before saying "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I just can't-"
>You cut her off and say "Don't worry about it, I won't do nothing to ya for it since it seems to have been done for a good reason, just try to enjoy the music okay? Make sure you use your earplugs, can't have you freaking out again alright? If things go bad, feel free to use those headphones and earplugs. I don't need them."
>She smiles and says "Thank you so much! I will see you later then, bye!"
>With that she runs back into the crowd just as Ms. Scratch starts her entrance.
>You have seen many things today but that....
>Was one strange pony.