Title:           Party (FiE:6)
Author:          Sudo
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First Edit:      Tuesday 5th of June 2012 01:12:31 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 5th of June 2012 01:12:31 PM CDT

>You awaken from a dreamless sleep.
>First time in a very long time you haven’t had a dream
>Or a nightmare.
>You will your scythe back to throwing size, and holster it on your side.
>No need to cause a panic among the locals.
>As you enter town, a gray winged pony flies its way towards you.
>”Hi Mister!” Such an innocent smile. Unlike that pink demon.
>*stares*
>Come on Fiddle, try to be more social.
>”Hello”
>Your voice startled the gray pony.
>She sticks her head in her saddlebag, and emerges with a letter between her teeth, shaking somewhat.
>She then tosses it gently into the air.
>You snatch it out from the sky, and when you look down, you see a gray blob flying away from you, slightly whimpering.
>Smooth.
 
>You crack open the envelope, streamers flying out of the opening.
>Something tells you this is about the party the pink one wants to throw.
>You pull out the letter and take a look.
>You can't read a single word this thing says.
>Seriously right now?
>You stayed in the old dusty quarters of a knowledge hungry mage , where the walls were 20 feet high, and covered in books.
>You read every single tome in there.
>Twice.
>12 of those books you read were about other languages and dialects, along with their grammatical rules and cultural practices.
>And you cannot identify a single character on this piece of parchment.
>Fortunately, you also read a book about code breaking.
>Seeing these equines speak English, chances are only the letters are different, not the spelling of the words.
>So you stare at the letter.
>To anyone else nearby, it appeared as if you were trying to will the letter to burst into flames
>But you were concentrating on decoding.
>After about 20 minutes of concentration, you got the following
You are in?ited to a ?art? For our ne?est resident of ?ony?i??e. It ?i?? ?e at Sugar?u?e ?orner at 7pm, ?osted ?y your ?o?al ?art? ?ro??esiona?, ?inkie ?ie. ?e there or ?e s?uare!
>Using logical deduction, you realize this is an invitation to a party. It will probably be at Sugarcube corner, and it is at 7pm
>This should be fun
 
>This isn't fun. This isn't fun at all.
>Well, for you at least.
>Every other p0ny in the place is loving every second of it.
>You left your scythe in the back room so as to not startle the party-goers.
>You were introduced to a few other ponies, including one Rainbow Dash.
>She seemed nice, if not quite cocky.
>If she was in the League, you would gladly knock her down a few pegs.
>But she isn't in the League, and most importantly, she is an innocent.
>You do not harm innocents, unless they attempt to bring harm to you.
>So there you stand, in the corner of the room, holding a glass full of cider.
>You don't eat or drink, but you need to look at least somewhat social.
>The other ponies tended to avoid where you were, which makes sense, seeing how you emit dread wherever you go.
>This is why you avoided going to champion parties.
>You are the harbinger of doom, personification of fear.
>You are a major mood-killer.
>After about an hour of standing around, and engaging in extremely light conversation with a few ponies, you turn to the exit.
>Right into Pinkie Pie.
 
>”And where do you think you're going? Huh? Huh?!” The pink one asks.
>”I do not eat, I do not drink, and I am not social. I appreciate the effort, but I am not contributing anything to the party. The others are having fun, and I tend to ruin fun wherever I am. In order to prevent that, I am leaving.” Your tone is flat.
>”Oh no you aren't!” She stares at you
>”I'm not, am I?” You prepare a flash spell in case the party turns into an ambush
>You are so paranoid, Fiddle.
>Shut up brain, my paranoia is the reason we are alive.
>”Nope, you aren't. We haven’t gotten to the dancing competition!” Her smile is unnaturally large.
>Oh man, dancing competition?
>”Pink one, I don't dance...”
>”Sure you do! Everyp0ny dances! Even Mrs.”I live in a library” dances...” at the mention of this particular pony dancing, her expression falls, and she stares for a thousand yards.
>After a moment, you snap in front of her.
>”OH! Heehee, sorry about that, I must have spaced out for a second!” her smile returns as if nothing happened
>Then again, that p0ny she described sounds vaguely like you.
>You did want to be more social.
>How better than to dance awkwardly in front of a bunch of pastel horses who are afraid of you?
>”When is the dance?”
 
>You are Fiddlesticks.
>And you are dancing your non-existent heart out.
>Hopping up and down, moving your legs all around, balancing on your hands every so often.
>Even a little move where you slam onto your back, and spin around.
>The other party-goers are staring in awe.
>Now that you have them, its time for the big finish
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G96Wkq2yCSc
>You stand in silence
>...
>Everyone's just staring at yo-
>Oh hey, look. They're cheering.
>You feel something...
>You feel...
>Good.
>And not the kind of good feeling you get when you murder something.
>Its a different kind of good feeling.
>A warm and fuzzy good feeling.
>There are excited conversations from the crowd, most being comments about your strange dance.
>After another couple hours of dancing with p0nies, the party comes to an end.
>As you go to leave, the pink one leaps in front of you.
>”Are you OK to go home on your own? I saw you with cider in your hand the entire night, and I don’t want you getting hurt by walking home drunk. Wait a minute, where do you live? I don't recall seeing any new houses being built. And me being the social pony I am, I know where everyp0ny lives in town.”
>That's a little creepy, but you understand what she means.
>”I do not require shelter beyond that which the  Everfree forest provides, but thank you for your concern about me.”
>Her expression is the equivalent of telling her you murder children for fun.
>Mental note: Do not bring up the League to her if you can avoid it.
 
>”That isn't good at all! The Everfree is a scary place! You can get hurt out there!”
>You can't help yourself, you chuckle at her telling you its a “scary place”.
>”What's so funny, huh? Huh?!” She is getting defensive.
>She probably thinks you are laughing at her, dude.
>Oh. Well, I'm not.
>I know that.
>Good.
>She doesn't know that though, sticks for brains.
>Right. Time for damage control.
>”Pinkie,” you explain “I am the personification of fear. I am a decorated champion of the League of Legends. Whatever I could not scare away from me, I could easily destroy. I am a monster far worse than anything you will encounter in that forest.”
>Well, you may not have any cider in you, but that doesn't stop you from saying something stupid, does it?
>She simply stares at you for an eternity of a minute.
>”You haven't scared me away.” she smiles softly.
>Why is there a melting feeling in your chest?
>”I'm glad I haven't.” If you had eyes, they would be darting left and right while you nervously smiled.
>Fortunately, you have a poker-face of the gods, and you merely smile with a closed mouth.
>”Ah couldn't help but overhear that Fid dont got no place to stay. Izzat raght?” A drunken AJ slurs.
>The pink pony nods.
>Why do you betray me so, Pinkie?
>”Well, ah got an old shed that we aint usin at the moment. If ya help me clear it out, you can stay in there!”
>”I appreciate it, but I will be fine staying in the forest's edge another night.”
>”Dahling, I understand that you don't want to burden somep0ny with such... untidy work.”  
>AJ harrumphs.
>Oh hey look, it's Miss Marshmallow. When did she get here?
 
>”That is why I am offering you lodging in the spare room of the boutique. I insist you stay until we get you situated more properly.”
>”I can't-” You are interrupted
>”Consider this a gift from me. And as a gentleman, you know how rude it is to not accept a gift from a lady.”
>Well crap.
>She just played you, son.
>I know this, Brain.
>She lets out a smile.
>You simply shrug, and mumble a 'thanks' her way
>During your discussion, the rest of the party cleared out, and it was you, Pinkie, AJ, and Rarity.
>”Thank you all for coming to the party, goodbye!”
>Oh Pinkie, subtlety is an art that you have yet to master
>”Thank you for having me, Pinkie. It was very enjoyable. Goodnight.” You exit.
>Rarity and AJ say their goodbyes as well, and follow suit.
>AJ takes her leave upon exiting Sugarcube Corner, leaving you and Rarity to walk in silence to her store/home.
>Upon reaching the Carousel, you notice the door frame still has a chunk missing out of it.
>And you also realize you left your scythe at Pinkie's house/work
>Seriously, do all these p0nies work where they sleep?
>You stop before entering, focusing on your scythe.
>After a second of familiarizing yourself with each knot in the handle, and every notch in the curved blade, it appears holstered on your side.
>Patting your weapon, you walk into the boutique.
>Rarity shows you to your temporary quarters, and bids you good night.
>You lay down on the bed.
>This is your first time laying down on a bed.
>Interesting experience. You can see why humans enjo-
>You're out like a light.