Title:           A Christmas With a Friend
Author:          Octave_Green
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First Edit:      Friday 25th of December 2015 02:35:24 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 25th of December 2015 02:35:24 AM CDT

[spoiler]I'm going to set this in the EqG world, simply easier to write. Sorry hoove-fans.[/spoiler]
 
>You are, well, Anon. Because honestly, who else would you be?
>You are currently at the park, enjoying a refreshing day before the known Christmas arrives
>You also have your good friend Octavia by your side, electing it would be a good day out to spend with each other
>And, well, she's not wrong
"Damn, you chose a good day to head out. I would've thought that you would be practicing all day."
>"About that Anon. I haven't really been preparing for anything"
"Why? Are you not doing songs for the CHS?"
>Christmas parties at CHS were known to be quite a thing, including it's events that take place within.
>Dancing, Games, Drinking
>You weren't really fond of events like these, to which you decided to enclose yourself within your home every year.
>In this case, you would expect Octavia to be playing music, much like her other friends.
>"Well, it happens that I am not wanting to perform this year. I found it to be quite, boring..."
>Sitting down on a nearby bench, you continue the conversation.
"I always thought you were fond of these things. You seemed to like playing for the School."
>"I AM a fond musician, I just can't help that I feel like that is all I'm seen as. Just a musician..."
>You understand. She is popular within CHS, but only for her music.
"What about Vinyl, is she going?"
>"Of couse she is. They are more into her music than my own."
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I prefer your music over her's any day of the week"
>It's true, sometimes Vinyl's music was just too ear-shattering. You sometimes wonder why these two are friends with such different tastes.
>Looking back over you can see a blush form on her face
>"T-thanks, Anon. You are a good friend"
>For the years you have known her, you've treated her as your own Sister at times. You two got along good.
"No worries, Tavi. I'd listen to you anytime."
 
>Back to her normal, bright mood, she looks back up to you.
>"It's Christmas tomorrow Anon! If you're not spending much time at your home... alone... m-maybe drop by my house sometime?"
>And that wonderful shade of red returns
>"but of course, if you don't want to..."
>Octavia always knew about your lonely days of Christmas, not that it bothered you either way, but company this year wouldn't be too bad of a change.
"Are you sure about this Tavi? I'm fine on my own, you know that."
>"Of course. I would rather spend it with a friend than be alone"
"I guess it's a go then."
>And again, that smile is replaced back upon her face.
>Something that always made you happy, her being happy.
>You were actually looking forward to it now. A day alone with your best (And only) real friend.
>Once the talk finished, you realised the time was getting late
"Hey, its getting kinda late don't you think? We've been here for 3 hours prior to our talk."
>Octavia jerks up
>"3 hours?! I was supposed to meet up with Vinyl half an hour ago!"
>It was not common for Octavia to be late for things, so this took her by an unexpected surprise.
"Well, you better get to it then"
>"Yesyesyes, GoodbyeAndSeeYouTomorrow!"
>And just like that she was gone
>Leaving you with a day to look forward too
>Even if it did exclude Whiskey drinking by yourself
 
>The trip home is... subtle
>In fact, you haven't felt this calm since you first met Octavia
>Those many years ago felt gloomy. As if nothing could spark your interest anymor?e
>Then /she/ came along
>You don't treat her as a right of sexual means
>No, you treat her as the one closest to your heart
>This, in turn, gave you a meaning for this year's Christmas
>Life seemed... happy
>Even the world around you began to feel much more alive
>It felt more like, Christmas
>And approaching your door, you began the long chores of being a single home-owner
>Shoving the keys into the lock, you twist and unlock the door to thy humble settlement
>Life was always the same when it came to your home-being
>Video games are always active, food is balanced, social activity kept to the bare minimum (With the exception of Octavia and close family)
>Simple, yet it never bores you
 
>Time drifts by, much faster than anticipated
>Those hours put into Command and Conquer really went by
>By the time you call it quits, it is already 11:00 at night
>Not being fond of late nights and weary mornings, it is the best idea to head straigh to the sack
>Skip showering, and the snacks you had could be supplemented by whatever mean you were going to have
>In your eyes, today was a good day
>You sling one leg over the edge of the bed, pull the covers up, and slide in
>Tomorrow is going to be a different Christmas, and who better to have it with than Octavia
>You give it one last though, and let the weary darkness engulf you
 
>For what you believe is 30 minutes of sleep, you awake. Only to find it still being night
>What seemed to awake you was a noise from outside your bedroom
>By the sounds of it, not just any sound
>The sound of a high-pitch note from a song
>Then again, it could just be an uncanny coincidence
>Crime, and in this situation; break-ins, were rare. If anything; non-existent
>But, you weren't just somebody to sit back and hope nothing happens
>Quietly, you hop out of bed, trying not to make any noise doing so
>Approaching the door you hear the same previous note, this time for much longer
>If this was an intended noise, it didn't sound half-bad
>Not wanting to grab a weapon straight away, you open the slightly
>A quick peek out yields no result
>Pitch black room, not even the windows were letting moonlight in
>Which in this situation is quite unsettling, since your room is clearly illuminated by it
>You can make out that the note is being played in the furthest corner opposite of you, a fair few meters away
>It wasn't a loud note, but very calm, this changes your opinion of it being a break-in drasticly
>A prank would better fit the circumstances
>Conveniently the switch to the light of the room is located to your left
>Feeling for it, you locate the object
>Flicking the switch yields a much more grey illumination, covering a smaller area than usual
>But that what is under the light is what leaves you shocked
 
>It's... Octavia, with her Chello
>Her head is hung low, but you can be sure that it is her
>The grey light can't mistake you of her colours
>Taking a closer look, you see a single droplet fall from beneath the face
>You can't be sure, but it looks like she is... crying
>From what, you are unsure
>How she got in, you don't know. Why she is playing a single, calm note, also has the same answer.
>Moving closer just makes the scene seem all the more unsettling
>Still, she does not lift her head, and the tears become more constant
>Becoming more clear to you that your friend is in need, you quicken your pace
>But part of you wants to stay away, as if you should not be a disturbance
>Screw it, might as well attempt some form of communication
>With a calm voice, you ask the most obvious question first
"Octavia, a-are you alright?"
>No response
"Octavia, can you hear me?"
>Again, no response
>You are within arms reach now and yet her head is still hung down
>Taking a knee, you ask one more time
"Tavi, listen to me"
>You didn't care about the problems around you, like the dampened light, unlit room, etc.
>You took Octavia as a priority
>'Tavi' is what sparked her, you are sure of it
>Octavia lifts her head up to yours
>Redness is in her eyes from the previous tears
>She stops playing those low notes and leans in
>You remain still, waiting for a spoken word from her
>It isn't until your vision fades, and you feel a wetness on your lips, do you drift back into the darkness