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Trix of the Trade - Chapter 11.5

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>You and Vinyl finish piling boxes in the corner of the room.
>They’re sort of in the way, but the only other place you think Trixie would allow them would be in your room.
>You’re actually be willing to give your room up to storage, but you’re already planning on giving it up for Vinyl.
>You’d like to think of yourself as an excellent host.
>”Sooo…” Vinyl takes a good look around the room. “This is one of those biggo, extendo magically enchanted wagons, right?”
“I… Guess? I don’t know a lot about magic.”
>”Huh. Well, it’s pretty cool. Travelin’ in style.”
>She looks over to Trixie, who sits in the corner of the room by the door looking very… broody.
>”Hey, what’s her deal?”
“Trixie? She’s just the angry boss slash landlord.”
>”Boss?”
“Well, technically partner.”
>”Partner? Is this some sort of weird relationship and-“
“I’m gonna stop you there. No. We’re this ‘magical mare and guy who does stuff in the background so Trixie doesn’t lose all of our money’ combo.”
>”And how’s that working out?”
“Hit and miss, could be worse.”
>You hear Trixie loudly clear her throat from her spot in the corner.
>”Anonymous?” You twist your neck to look her in the eye. “Outside.”
“Oh, um… Alright.”
>You and Trixie exit the wagon. She leads you a small distance away from it to be sure Vinyl can’t eavesdrop.
>”What do you think you’re doing?!” She hisses through her teeth.
“I’m just helping out. Calm down.”
>”You’re acting like you think you’re in charge. Making the decision alone to bring new passengers aboard? You don’t GET to make those decisions. TRIXIE is the one who owns the wagon. Do not pretend you have any say as to what and who enters it.”
>UGH. You really want to slap her. She’s just mad, though. She’ll tire herself out by complaining and submit soon enough.
>Hopefully.
“You’re right. It was a sudden decision and I should have talked to you about it.”
>Trixie’s eyes widen in surprise. She expected resistance.
“But I don’t regret it. We made some bits and I’m helping someone out who needs it.”
>”Don’t you remember how that mare acted yesterday. She nearly deafened all of us! She also most likely abuses drugs and alcohol!”
“I’m sure it won’t be a problem. I’ll do my best to keep her out of your mane. It shouldn’t be hard considering you spend most of your time in your room.”
>She is silent for a moment, looking for more reasons to complain.
>”And what happens when she starts eating too much of our food.”
“Fillydelphia is a three day trip and we’re stocked up for at least two weeks. To compensate for what she eats, I’ll pay to replace the food out of my own pocket.”
>Trixie opens her mouth to try to form another complaint, but nothing comes to mind. She lets out a soft grumble before surrendering.
>“Very well. If you can… manage her and keep her away from Trixie, she can stay.”
“See, I keep telling everyone that you have a heart of gold, but they never believe me for some reason.”
>You make your way back to the wagon, but not before giving Trixie a gentle pat on the head. She tries to slap it with a hoof, but she misses as you pull away.
>Trixie gives one last annoyed scoff as you enter the wagon. Vinyl sits right in front of the door with a very fake innocent smile.
“… You hear all of that, then?”
>”Yep!”
“Great, then you already know to leave Trixie the hell alone. Let me show you where you’re sleeping and where the food is.”
>You lead her over to your room, but before you open the door, you point to Trixie’s room.
“No entry in there. Trixie gets pretty upset when someone enters her room.”
>”Why’s that?”
“I dunno, personal stuff? I wouldn’t suggest it anyway. I’ve been in there only twice. The first time the bones in my legs were crushed to the consistency of mashed potatoes, and the other-“
>”Wait wait whoa whoa whoa. Explain that shit.”
“Oh. The Element of Kindness has this unreasonable desire to sleep with me so she got a minotaur or something to knock Trixie’s wagon over while I was inside and Trixie’s desk fell on my legs and broke them into a million or so pieces. Trixie used healing magic to fix them all up.”
>”…”
“I’m not joking.”
>”… And then what happened?”
“I’ll tell you more later. I’ve got a million of stories just as weird.”
>You push open the door to the utility closet, also known as your bedroom.
“This is where you will be sleeping. Sorry to say that it isn’t much, but it’s all we can spare.”
>”Awh, yes!” She immediately collapses on the bedding. “This is sooo nice. It’s got a comfy bed, so it is officially the best room ever. Pretty big t-“
>She quickly sits up.
>”This isn’t pony sized.” She turns to you. “This is your bed, isn’t it?”
>You nod.
>”… We’re not…”
“No. I will not be sleeping the same bed as you.”
>”Oh, okay. Where does that put you?”
>You point a thumb back in the main room.
>”Dude, seriously? No way, there’s gotta be a catch.”
>As if on queue, you and Vinyl hear the wagon’s entry door slam shut.
“That’s the catch.” You say quietly.
>Trixie trots by the door. She takes quick peek in as she passes by and proceeds to her room.
“… Yep, she’s a bit of a pain so just avoid her.”
>”Then why are you still working for her?”
“You get used to her.”
>”You do, huh?”
“Not really. Anyway, food is in the cupboards on the left, no bathrooms inside so we gotta stop if you need to go, and if you need anything else, I’ll be up top. You can get up there by climbing the stepladder on the far side of the room. Got it?”
>”Got it.”
“Good.”
>Is it going to rain?
>It looks like it’s going to rain.
>God damnit, you don’t want it to rain.
>You’ve been moving along on top of this wagon for the past hour now. The flat grassy lands between Baltimare and Fillydelphia have proved awfully pleasant. No rough terrain, a constant gentle breeze, and the ponies passing by were friendly.
>But then those storm clouds came moving in. Fast. Rain should be hitting soon.
>You swear under your breath. Rain is nice but not when you’re getting rained on.
>Then you hear a gentle knock behind you.
>You turn to see what it is.
>…
>Huh, nothing.
>Wait, there it is again.
“… Hello?”
>The roof hatch pops up a little.
>”Yo, you mind if I come up?”
>Oh, it’s Vinyl.
“Yeah, of course. You don’t need to ask to come outside.”
>She pushed the door open all the way.
>”Sheesh, I was just making sure. So what’s up?”
“Oh, you know.” You gesture to… Well, “Nothing.”
>”Sounds cool, mind if I also do nothing?”
“You sure? It’s so boring.”
>”Doesn’t look any more boring than staying down there to do nothing. Plus, Trixie is down there.”
“Uh oh, did something happen?”
>”Nah, I’m not taking the risk though.”
“Alright. Well,” You wave her over, “Come on up, I don’t mind a little company.”
>Vinyl situates herself comfortably on the bench. She even brought a small radio thing to play a little music. She keeps it at a low volume so she can actually hear you talk.
“It looks like we have a storm coming, you might not want to stay outside for too long.”
>”Really? No tarps or covers or anything?”
“Nope.”
>”Ya might wanna invest in that. But, I guess I could throw up a force field for a couple hours.”
“You can do that?”
>”Yeah, I can’t make a strong one though. Rain will bounce off it no problem, but it somep0ny threw a rock at us, it’d go right on through like it was nothing.”
“That’s great! I really want to make to it Fillydelphia as soon as possible so any extra time spent moving would be awesome.”
>You look at the radio on the other side of her. You’re pretty sure the battery hasn’t been invented here in Equestria yet. You wonder…
“How exactly does that radio work?”
>”Hm? Oh, just some magic.”
“Soooo, you just use magic on it?”
>”Not exactly. Here, check it out.”
>Vinyl grabs the radio and turns it around so you can see the back. She points a hoof at a hole roughly 2 inches wide with a thin needle poking out.
>”See this? It’s a magic rod. It works pretty much the same as a lightning rod. When you focus your magic on it, the magic is stored and charged up. It doesn’t even use much magic either. A foal could probably charge this baby up to max. But, my equipment is a little more intensive. I can handle it though.”
“Did you say your equipment runs off magic? Turntable, speakers, everything?”
>”They normally go off electricity, but not every place has it. The magic is for ‘just in case’ reason.”
>”Okay, enough of the boring crap. You NEED to tell me about this ‘Element of Kindness business’.”
“Oh boy, I hope you’re ready for a lot of stories. So it was about two weeks after I arrived in Equestria, and I wake up to knocking on my door. I open it, it’s Fluttershy. She’s the… You know.”
>”Of course I know. Everyp0ny does.”
“Right, right. I’m just makin’ sure. So, she’s just standing right in front of me with the cutest, most innocent smile. I say ‘good morning’ to her, she says it back. Then she says, “Um, Anonymous? Are ponies your fetish?”
>”What?”
“Haha, I’m not joking. That’s what she said, word for word.”
>”Bullshit.”
“Nuh-uh, dead serious.”
>”Celestia…”
“My thoughts exactly.”
>”So what’d you say?”
“I said, “No.” and nothing else. Then she says, “Okay. Bye, Anonymous.” And flies off!”
>”Whaaaat?”
“No joke. And you know what? She came back the next day with a saddle on, asking if they were my fetish!”
>Vinyl breaks out into a fit of laughter.
>”Dude, no way!”
“Yeah way! Holy shit, I have like a million of these.”
>”Celestia, you have to tell me every single one.”
“I will, and they just get sillier and sillier.”
>”Yesssss!”
>You and Vinyl spend the next three hours going over your adventures with Fluttershy. While horrifying to you, they can be made funny for other people.
>Once Vinyl’s forcefield begins to weaken from the rain, you pull off to the side of the dirt road and continue on the same topic while stealing a few drinks from Trixie’s stash.
>She didn’t seem to mind. The clinking of bottles and glasses would have been a dead giveaway to what you and Vinyl were doing, but she did nothing to stop you.
>So you enjoyed yourself. Afternoon turned into evening, and evening turned into dusk. Both you and Vinyl were surprised at how fast the day went along.
>Once sleep time came around, you and Vinyl were sporting a buzz. Nothing serious, just enough to unwind.
>Vinyl walked a little unsteadily to your room. She opens the door and turns to you before stepping inside.
>”That was like, a ton of fun, Anon. I hope you got more stories like that for me tomorrow.”
“You kiddin’? I’m only halfway through!”
>”Oh my sun goddess. Welp, I’m tired. G’night, Anon.”
“Night, Ms. Scratch.”
>”Don’t call me that!” She says playfully before closing the door. You hear her fall on your bedding and shuffle around a little. After that, complete silence.
>You chuckle to yourself quietly. All this talk with Vinyl has been fun. Trixie is such a shut in and never, ever, ever want to talk. She probably spent all day masturbating to pictures of herself or something. That isn’t the alcohol talking, you swear. You wouldn’t be surprised at all if Trixie did that.
>But enough of that. You’re tired. You need a bed. Arms? Arms.
>Not much later, you’re dead asleep in your arms while sitting at the table. It’s not a great place to sleep, but it works.
>Trixie’s door slowly cracks open for the first time since this morning.
>She takes a few cautious steps out.
>”Humph, idiot.”
>Trixie exits her room fully once seeing you’re asleep.
>”This is what you’re reduced to now? Sleeping on a table while a strange mare steals your bed?”
>Her voice is barely above a whisper. It doesn’t even stir you.
>”You’re not going to make Trixie or yourself any money if you’re willing to give everything away.”
>She trots past you to the cooler.
>”Stubborn…”
>She magically pulls a bottled water out.
>”Stupid…”
>She begins trotting back to her room.
>Then she pauses as she passes you. She sighs quietly to herself.
>Trixie twists her neck and bites onto her cape, yanks it off herself, and throws it onto your back.
>”… And too generous for your own good.”
>She resumes her trot back to her room. Before entering, she says a little louder,
>”Goodnight, Anonymous.”
“Mmmph, nigh’ Trixie…” You say reactively.
>”Eep!” Trixie immediately dashes into her room and slams the door shut.
>Why is… What-… Oh. Awake.
>You’d love to force yourself back to sleep, but your back is killing you for some reason.
>You start the motions to roll out of bed, except you’re not in a bed. You’re not even lying down.
“Grunndfuuf” You intelligently say.
>After making the discovery that your pillow is actually your arms, you lift your head and push yourself up.
>… Right. You gave your room up to Vinyl. That was a lame decision.
>Still, it makes you feel better about awful things you never did or something.
>You’re not making much sense. Coffee and breakfast time.
>You force yourself to get up off the chair and shuffle your way to the coffee maker. You begin brewing a pot as you piece together some sort of meal.
>Eggs and yogurt. Eh.
>You turn on the magical stove, slap some butter on a pan, and toss those eggs in there.
>While you wait, you take a small spoon and begin scooping out the lemon yogurt. Bland, but whatever.
>The eggs and coffee finish simultaneously.
>You dump the eggs onto a cheap paper plate and pour yourself a cup of coffee.
>You go to take a sip, but you stop yourself and look at your mug in disdain. Everything in Equestria is just a fraction smaller than you’d like it to be. You don’t expect them to conform to your size, but it’s annoying.
>The thought passes quickly enough. You ignore the thought and take a sip of coffeePFFTTTFUCK
>Holy shit, that was much too bitter for your tastes. Why didn’t you put cream in it?
>The sounds of stirring can be heard from behind Trixie’s door.
>Morning crankiness, no thank youuuu.
>You give your eggs the same treatment you gave to the yogurt, quickly pour a little milk into your coffee, and aim for the wagon door.
>Opening it reveals something just… just wonderful.
>Rain. It’s still raining, pretty hard too.
>You groan and take a seat on the step ladder after closing the door behind you.
>The overhand of the wagon provides little cover, but it’s enough to keep the rain off you.
>And you love the contrast of a colder outside and a warm inside.
>You take a sip of coffee to recreate that feeling.
>From the sounds of things, Trixie or Vinyl has woken up and begun making a mess of things already. Dishes clanging, hooves sloppily stomping about.
>Really, it’s a toss-up.
>Uh oh, are those the sounds of another set of hooves?
>And then comes the muffled chatter.
>This can only end in disaster.
>…
>You’ll give them a couple minutes.
>As promised, you reenter the wagon a couple minutes later to find absolutely no traces of a fatally deadly catfight to the death.
>Over by the stove was an annoyed Trixie cooking some… porridge stuff. Looks gross.
>Vinyl looked wide awake as she sat at the table with headphones wrapped around her ears.
>She entertained herself by spinning a bit between her hooves and bobbing her head to whatever music she was playing.
>Probably… Dumbstep. Hehehe.
>You think that’s the 5th time you made that joke since you met Vinyl.
>Eh, the classics never die.
>Vinyl seems to notice you first. Or maybe Trixie just didn’t care.
>”Ey yo, An-ohn!” Her voice level is somewhere between acceptable and yelling. The music must be offsetting her volume control.
>You give her a small wave as you take another sip of the coffee.
“Mornin’, ladies.”
>Trixie gives you a passive glace before returning to her porridge and Vinyl can’t hear you.
>Exciting.
>You take a seat across from Vinyl as Trixie finishes her making her meal.
>She scoops some into a bowl and takes a seat next to you.
>You suddenly wonder why Trixie prefers chairs over pillows like the ponies in Ponyville. Darn… Manehatten ponies or wherever Trixie is from!
>The three of you sit at the table quietly, the sounds coming from you drinking, Trixie eating, and Vinyl tapping her hooves.
>Everybody gets the day started one way or another.
>Once Trixie finishes her meal, you gesture Vinyl to take off her headphones.
>Trixie takes her seat back as you start giving out the news.
“So, it’s still raining. Pretty hard, too. It may take another day before we can start moving again.”
>Vinyl shrugs, but Trixie looks at you like you’re an idiot.
>”That is absurd! It is merely a little water!”
“Eeehhh, I don’t know if I really want anyone out there in such miserable conditions.”
>”Hmph! Trixie had no idea you were such a sissy!”
>”Yo,” Vinyl steps in, “That’s kinda harsh. Anon’s just thinkin’ what’s best for us.”
>Ooohhhh, that’s a very hateful glare Trixie is giving Vinyl.
“Hold on now, Vinyl. I’ve learned that when Trixie insults me, she’s just fighting back her obvious feelings for me!”
>You flex.
“And how can anyone resist?”
>”Hehe, makes sense. Aight,” She puts her headphones back on. “You two work this one out.”
>You turn back to Trixie.
“Trixie, I’m serious. I don’t want you catching a cold. I know it doesn’t sound like much, but I need you to be healthy if you plan on performing at your best.”
“Pfff, ‘I need you at your best so you can blah blah blah.’” She blows away the hair that got a little too close to her mouth.
>”Trixie doesn’t need to hear your painfully flawed judgment, Anonymous.”
>She slides off her chair and walks towards the ladder.
>”Trixie will bring this thing the whole way if she has to…”
>She climbs the ladders and exits through the roof hatch.
>You sit there silently for a minute before flaring out hands out and saying,
“What the fuck?”
>You look at Vinyl and repeat the question.
>”WHAT WAS THAT?!”
>Shitfuck, you forgot about the music.
>She yanks off the headphones.
“… I asked if it were cool if I went in my room and got a fresh set of clothes.”
>”What? Course you can, it’s your room, dude.”
“I know, but I just didn’t know if you had anything personal lying around or something.”
>”…”
>…
“…”
>”You don’t actually think I brought a dildo with me, do you?”
“I didn’t say that.”
>”I seriously can’t think of anything else you could have meant when you said that.”
“There are lots of things!”
>”… Like… ?”
“… I forget.”
>”Dude, get your clothes.”
“Yeahokay.”
>You stand up and awkwardly walk to your room.
>Once inside, you quickly grab a new set of clothes and throw them all. This sweater will keep you a little warmer, but if it gets too wet it won’t even matter.
>Before exiting the room, you notice a few things of Vinyl’s scattered about.
>Nothing unusual, and certainly no… Ahem, moving on.
>You exit the room. Vinyl has moved from the table to the fridge which you can only imagine is powered by magic.
>Seriously, why do you not question these things more? Have you gotten used to the, ‘It’s magic, I aint gotta explain shit’ theory? It’s such an annoying copou-Hello.
>Looks like Vinyl got into a good groove while searching for food and now all you see is her shaking flank hanging outside the fridge.
>…
>You slap yourself.
>Horses. They go neigh and trot around and eat carrots and stuff.
>Nevermind the fact that you’ve already slept with one and it was pretty awesome.
>Okay wait that’s not helping.
>Shit, forget butts right now. Trixie is peeved about something. You should pay attention to that.
>Vinyl peeks her head out of the fridge.
>”Enjoying the view?”
“No!”
>Fuck.
>”Oh. Harsh. Guess I’ll try eating lean.”
>Fuck!
>She dives back into the fridge in search of food.
>You can literally feel the heat radiating off your face.
“I’mgonnatalktoTrixieokaybye.”
>”Cool.”
>… Are you going to have to talk with two mares today?
>One at a time, man… One at a time.
>You continue towards the ladder.
>A short climb later, you push up the hatch a little.
>You get a good look at Trixie lounging on the bench with the reins wrapped around her hooves.
>A subtle purple aura hovers over her, protecting her from the rain.
>But she’s missing her cape!
>You remember seeing it somewhere this morning…
>You looks back into the room to see the cape at the bottom of the chair you slept in. You quickly jump down, grab it, and climb back up the ladder.
>Trixie looks to you this time when you emerge from the wagon.
>You put on a gentle smile and hand over the cape as a peace offering.
“You looked a little cold, this may help.”
>She stares at it for a moment before taking it in her mouth and throwing it over herself.
>You stand there awkwardly for a moment.
“You uh, mind if I sit down?”
>Silence. Silence means yes.
>You climb over the bench and make sure to duck under Trixie’s small rain barrier.
>You scoot in as close as you can without actually touching Trixie. She’d probably kick you if you did.
“So you seemed a little upset this morning, is there something wrong?”
>She scoffs.
>”Trixie doesn’t know, is there!?” The statement is laden with sarcasm.
“I… guess? I dunno, I things were nice in Baltimare. Did something happen?”
>She remains silent once again.
“Does it have anything to do with Vinyl?”
>”Tch.”
“So that’s a yes?”
>She hesitates a moment before nodding.
“What’s the problem?”
>”You met her two days ago and you’re already so close! Trixie doesn’t understand how you could befriend a pony so annoying in that short amount of time!”
>You shrug.
“Dunno, guess it just happened.”
>”Trixie had to work her flank off just so you wouldn’t hate her!”
“Hahaha, what are you even talking about?”
>”You hated Trixie all the time when we first met!”
“No I didn’t. C’mon. We didn’t get along but that ran both ways, you know.”
>She scoffs once again and turns the other way.
“Besides, I still like you way more.”
>”There’s no need to lie to Trixie when she can see the obvious truth.”
“Nuh-uh. Vinyl is pretty chill, but you know what you are, Trixie?”
>”Hm,” She raises her head a little. “And what would that be?”
“You’re funny.”
>Trixie expects a longer answer or some sort of follow up, but it doesn’t come.
>”… Why?”
“I… Don’t know! You’re just funny and fun to be around.”
>”Are you-“
“I don’t mean that in any offensive way. Seriously, Trixie. When we’re not working, you’re funny as hell. We should seriously hit up a bar in Fillydelphia when we get there.”
>A wholesome smile spreads on Trixie’s face.
“This time we both get drunk and we only come back with each other. No marching band of mares or stallions, this time.”
>”Tch, ruining all of Trixie’s fun again.”
>You chuckle a little.
“See, like that.”
>You lean back against the bench as Trixie readjusts herself a little closer to you.
“You know what Vinyl does have over you, though?”
>Trixie gives you a deadpan glare.
“A really nice ass.”
>Trixie’s eyes widen to the size of saucepans.
>”… Was that a joke?”
“Nope. I just got a good look at it and… damn!”
>”Trixie recalls you not being attracted to ponies, as such.”
“Weeeeellllll, you remember the mare in the black suit? Came with the stallion, too?”
>”Ugh.”
“You do? Good. Well. Remember that day where I hate to spend the day with her or we’d lose the wagon?”
>”Yes, Trixie did all the work while you lounged about with that mare!”
“Yeah, well… We didn’t do much lounging.”
>She gives you a quizzical glare for a few moments before realization washes over her.
>”Aah… That’s… Disgusting!”
>You break out in laughter.
>Trixie begins lightly kicking you.
>”Go. Go! Just… scoot down there!”
“Hehe, alright, alright…”
>You scooch down the bench when you laughter dies down.
>Trixie speaks once again after it’s died off completely.
>”And those twins in the pub?”
“Yeah, thanks for totally scaring them off, by the way.”
>”Trixie had no idea! And she doesn’t want any of THAT in her wagon, not-“
“Calm down. I was joking.”
>”So you think Trixie is funny, then?”
“Yeah.”
>”Hm!” She brushes back a lock of hair with a confident smile plastered across her face. “Maybe she should be a travelling comedian, rather than a silly magician!”
“Comedy is too easy. We like a challenge, don’t we?”
>”That we do, Anonymo-“
>The roof hatch swings open.
>”Whuddup, neeeeerds!”
>Trixie gives a disgusted grunt.
“Aw, we were having a moment, Vinyl.”
>”Well you guys are going to have to stop making out for like, three seconds. I’m bored.”
>Vinyl dives under the cover of the barrier, right in between you and Trixie.
>”So what were you guys talkin’ about?”
“Nothin’ much.”
>”Oh… Hey Anon, you like music?”
“Of course.”
>”Cool, I wanna show you something down here.” She points a hoof to the hatch.
“Um…” You peek around Vinyl to see Trixie’s reaction, but she’s just staring off into the fields.
“Yeah, sure. Catch you later, Trixie.”
>Once again, silence.
>You follow Vinyl down into the warm wagon while Trixie continues to sit outside by herself.
>She takes a deep breath and wraps herself tighter in her own cape before kicking up the speed on the wagon a little.
>The cape doesn’t help.
>She still shivers from the biting cold while you and Vinyl sit in a warm room, enjoying each other’s company.
>To Trixie, the faster Vinyl is gone, the better.
>Trixie had spent the rest of that day outside driving the wagon along.
>You checked up on her a few times but she said she was fine, despite any proper nourishment.
>She drove late into the night, and perhaps the early morning. You don’t recall the exact time she came in, but it woke you up when she slammed a cabinet door shut.
>You mentioned something about eating so late isn’t good for you before falling back asleep.
>So you took it upon yourself to do most of the driving today.
>Thankfully, the rain has cleared up for the time being. You’re afraid there may be more on its way. Fillydelphia is now within eyesight, but still quite a ways away.
>A short few hours later, it looks no closer. You estimate you’ll be there by the evening.
>Your throat starts to feel a little dry and stomach empty. Which means…
>Lunch break!
>You pull the wagon off to the side of the road and enter through the roof hatch.
>As you expected, Vinyl is lounging about doing whatever she feels like, and Trixie is most likely in her room.
>Being outdoors all morning has left you a little chilly to the bone. You know what always fixes that right up?
>Delicious soup.
>Ahh, yes. You miss the days of ramen soup. Such simple and bland noodles bathing in fake meat broth.
>Such a thing does not exist in Equestria. No ramen. No Chicken Noodle Soup. No Chunky.
>But all is not lost. Tomato soup somehow made the conversion. And with a few soda crackers, it becomes a meal of kings.
>You pull out two small cans of the red stuff and a bag of crackers.
>A cough echoes from Trixie’s room as you pour the soup into pan.
>You think nothing of it. A cough is a cough.
>Then you hear another as you light the stove.
>And another as the soup begins to simmer.
>You start to worry a little.
>Vinyl seems to not really mind as she naps on the hardwood floor with her headphones wrapped around her neck.
“Hey, Vinyl.”
>She doesn’t budge.
“Vinyl?”
>Still nothing.
>You let out a light grunt of frustration before turning off the stove and going to check on Trixie.
>Normally you avoid entering Trixie’s room due to… Dude, it’s a chick’s room.
>So you make sure to knock beforehand.
>You pull the ol’ knock-and-instantly-enter-before-she-says-don’t-come-in-(hahaha-that’s-what-she-said) so Trixie has no time to object.
>Your senses are blasted with perfume and the color purple, but you endure.
>Trixie coughs once more as you enter the room.
“Trixie, you alright?”
>”Fffftvvrvbrvvrr.” She mumbles into her pillow.
“… What?”
>She lifts her head up a little.
>”Trixie is fine.” She says in the raspiest voice you’ve heard from her.
“Whoooaaa,” You take a few steps closer, “You don’t sound very good.”
>More mumbles.
>You take a big risk by sitting on her bed next to her.
>She digs her face back into a pillow and gently bats you with a hoof.
>”Go away…”
“Have you eaten today? What about water, have you had any?”
>”Leeeeave.”
“Do you have a fever?”
>You attempt to roll Trixie over so you can hold your hand on her forehead, but she refuses to budge.
>”Cease pestering Trixie at once!” She begins coughing once again after yelling at you.
“Right… Sorry.”
>You got a little too maternal right there, which is really weird.
“Umm… I’m making some tomato soup. You want some? And something to drink?”
>Trixie looks at you directly in the eyes for the first time.
>She’s obviously sick. The pale coat and bloodshot, puffy eyes give it away.
>You don’t know what kind of look she’s giving you. If it represents any kind of emotion, it’s covered by the ‘I’m sick, get out.’ Look on her face.
>”Very well. You will take care of Trixie for the day so she may get better.”
“Er… Actually, I’m going to try to get to Fillydelphia by tonight. I’ll do what I can though, okay?”
>”Hmph!”
>She rolls over in the other direction in the poutiest fashion possible.
“Sorry Trixie. I’ll… I’ll…”
>She remains still.
“… Be right back with your soup.”
>You get up and slowly exit the room. It would be nice if Trixie suddenly said, ‘Wait, Anon! I totally respect—‘ Eh, what’s the point? Trixie is gonna be Trixie.
>After making sure her door is closed tight, you then begin cooking your soup once more.
>Once the soup begins to simmer once more, you walk over to where Vinyl is napping.
>You crouch down and gently nudge her.
“Hey, Vinyl. I need a favor.”
>”Hmmmnng.”
>Okay, so today is sleepy pony day and no one decided to tell you.
>Her eyes crack open and she slightly lifts her head off the floor.
>”What’s… What do ya need?”
“Trixie. She’s sick today and I’d really appreciate it if you took care of her while I bring this wagon into Fillydelphia.”
>That caught her attention.
>”Aww sweet, we almost there?”
“Eeeh, should be there by tonight. Just make sure Trixie is taken care of while I drive.”
>”Ugh, take care of her?” She falls back down onto her belly. “Weeeak.”
“Yeah, I know. I need you to do it, though.”
>”Weeeelll, whaddya gonna give me for doing it?”
“I’ll give you a ride to Fillydelphia.”
>”… Oooh, you got me.”
>She pushes herself up with a, “Hoo-Hah!”
>”What’s first?!”
“I was going to make some soup for her, you can chill for now.”
>”Oh.”
>She resumes her previous position on the floor.
“And don’t you want like, something soft to lay on?”
>”Nah.”
“You sure?”
>”Yeah.”
>You shrug.
“Alright, then.”
>You abandon Vinyl and her napping marathon to finally get started on that soup.
>It doesn’t take long to heat up. Soon you’re left with a steaming pan soup.
>… And half of it goes to Trixie. Dang.
>You grab a ladle and pout half of the soup into a bowl.
>You pick it up by the edges, and carefully walk over to Trixie’s room.
>Opening the door, stepping in, and closing it with your foot, you’re once again in Trixie room.
“Soup’s ready!”
>After a few seconds, she scoots closer to the side of her bed. You go to sit on the side she’s closest to.
>You start extending your arms to place the bowl on the bedside table, but a hoof on your side stops you.
>”Feed Trixie…”
>…
“No.”
>”But-“
“I know what you’re going to say, and the answer is still no.”
>You expect anger or annoyance, but what you get is something completely different.
>She sniffs.
>Then her eyes start to water.
>”T-Trixie… *sniff* Trixie is too s-sick for her magic to… to work. What if… She spills the soup all over her, and it burns… Or-“
“I… Didn’t know your magic was affected.”
>”Of course you didn’t. I-It’s not as if you care about Trixie…”
“C’mon, you know that’s not true… But I’ll feed you… Ugh, if it makes you feel better.”
>She immediately turns her teary, sorrowful attitude into one of glee and victory.
>You’re tempted to drop the bowl on the floor.
>But instead, you quietly and calmly lift a spoonful of soup out of the bowl.
>Trixie’s smile grows wider at your reluctant obedience.
>You can’t even look her in the eyes right now.
“Do… Do I really have to do this?”
>She puts on the façade once more.
>”T-Trixie c-c-can’t-“
“Stop. Fine.”
>She hums in delight and opens her mouth wide.
>Really?
>She quickly grows impatient and sternly points a hoof to her mouth.
>You grumble obscenities as you bring the spoon to Trixie’s mouth.
>She clamps down on it with a very adorable. “Oumph!”
>Then she swallows and breathes a sigh of relief.
“Satisfied?”
>”Nuh-uh!”
>She opens her mouth again.
>Fucking…
==
>One hour. ONE WHOLE FUCKING HOUR!
>At least she didn’t make you fucking spoon feed her the goddamn water you got afterwards.
>But it’s over, for now.
>You fear dumping Vinyl on Trixie may not be such a good idea, but you need to get to Fillydelphia.
>You skip making lunch, instead you simply grab something quick to eat. It hardly satisfies you, but it stops the hunger for now.
>So despite Trixie’s further requests, you climb up the ladder, take a seat on the bench, and move forward. Anything and everything else is irrelevant.
>That mentality made time pass quickly.
>It felt as if you inched your way to Fillydelphia as the clouds inched their way towards you.
>Both you and the rain hit Fillydelphia simultaneously. It may have won by just a little, actually.
>You were forced to call it quits once the rain began pouring just on the brim of Fillydelphia. You weren’t quite in the city, but small residential and commercial buildings surrounded you nonetheless.
>You pull the wagon into an empty lot, do the normal parking routine, and open the hatch.
>Your thoughts of comfort and warmth are immediately dashed once hoarse yelling reaches your ears.
>… Ugh, you can make a damn good guess as to what happened.
>You slide down the ladder and quickly close the hatch to prevent any more heat from escaping.
>Trixie has finally gotten out of bed today to assault Vinyl, it seems.
>All around the floor, broken pieces of porcelain and glass threaten those with bare feet.
>On one side of the room, Trixie is yelling obscenities at a Vinyl hiding behind her own music equipment.
>Ignoring the cracking kitchenware under your shoes, you step forward.
“What the hell is going on?”
>”This… MULE is quite possibly the WORST thing to happen to Trixie!” Trixie croaks without taking her eyes off Vinyl.
>”It was an accident, girl! Jeez!”
>”You did not spill that scalding cocoa on Trixie by accident! And you did not call her illustrious mane a rat’s nest on accident!”
>But it is a rat’s nest… Not a safe thing to say out loud though.
>”I’m not sure if you’re delusional or you have no idea what ‘illustrious’ means. Might be a bit of both.”
>”And-“
“Shut up!”
>Both mares do so.
“Look… I don’t give a shit who did what. We’re not in fucking magic kindergarten so I won’t be handing out timeouts. Trixie,”
>You point at her.
“Vinyl will be gone in the morning, so take a deep breath, calm down and ignore her for the rest of the night. Okay?”
>She gives you a mean glare before turning around with a, “Hmph!” and departing into her room.
”And Vinyl, did you really have to antagonize her?!”
>”… A little.”
>You bring both palms to your eyes and try to bore them through your skull.
“Ugh, just…” You exhale slowly, “Please leave Trixie alone. She seems to prefer sandpaper against her eyes than you.”
>”Ouch. True, but ouch.”
“Yeah, please stay out her way. We may end up with more…” You gesture to the entire floor. “This.”
>”Not my fault, bro.”
“I know, I know.”
>You sigh in annoyance.
“Better get a broom, I guess.” You say under your breath.
>You walk over to the cabinet by your door with the sound of cracking under every step.
“Not gonna be able to walk barefoot for weeks.”
>You open the door, pull out a broom and dustpan, and get to work.
>Vinyl watches silently for a minute before speaking up.
>”Hey, want some help with that?”
“Vinyl, I would love some.”
>”Cool. Stand back…”
>She strikes a heroic pose.
>”Magic time, BOOYAH!”
>Her horn begins to glow with a dim blue light.
>A wide, flat layer of magic appears in front of her.
>She walks forward, pushing along the magic field. It picks up all pieces of broken kitchen ware it passes over.
>Unicorns cheat. Plain and simple.
>While Vinyl moves around in wide berths, you hit the small areas and corners she misses, turning this long job into a very quick one.
>”There, that wasn’t so hard.”
“Eehh, I still don’t feel safe walking barefoot for a while. I’m a little jealous of you and your hooves, right now.”
>”Yep, I knew ponies were the best.”
“I didn’t say-“
>”Yes you did! Can’t take it back!”
>You let her win this round. For now.
“Thanks again for helping me out there.”
>”No prob.” She gives you a shooty look. You think. Those glasses make determining her expression tough. “Funny how the mare who made the mess didn’t help at all, huh?”
>You shrug.
“Welcome to Trixie land. You will not enjoy your stay.”
>”Heh… Why do you even stick around?”
“Honestly?”
>”Yeah.”
“I…”
>…
>You’re not entirely sure, actually. Besides money of course.
“Money, I guess.”
>”Besides money.”
>Oh come on…
“This job keeps be busy, and it’s good work. And I may keep whining about Trixie, but she does have her moments, I guess.”
>”I haven’t seen one of these fabled, ‘moments’ yet, have I?”
“No.”
>”Lame. Welp, Imma go chill and listen to music.”
“Cool.”
>”You, uh… You wanna listen too? I know I’ve been annoying you about my music,”
“It’s fine, I enjoy it.”
>”Cool. Yeah… Cool.”
>So you and Vinyl sat and listened to a large variety of music, not just the stuff she made.
>She brought some sort of lighting fixture into your room that is supposed to ‘enhance the experience’, so she says.
>It’s just a bunch of colors to you, though. Music is still cool.
>After a couple of hours, you find yourself tired enough to fall asleep.
>You grab some evening attire from your room, and bid Vinyl a good night.
>After changing into pajamas, you get a little curious about Trixie.
>Is she okay? You sided with Vinyl on that argument a bit, you guess.
>Trixie has been very sensitive about the subject of you and her for the past month. She’d call you a friend like a lonely, bullied 6th grade kid would. A little sad, but heartwarming.
>Unlike a bullied 6th grade kid, though, Trixie would throw a hissy fit whenever you didn’t side with her, or pay more attention to her.
>Trixie is more like a high maintenance girlfriend without the reward of sex at the end of the day.
>That analogy is a little disturbing, more so because of how accurate it is.
>You push those thoughts away and knock on Trixie’s door.
>After no response, you try calling out to her.
“Trixie, you awake?”
>Her door immediately opens.
>Trixie stands face to face with you looking angry as all hell.
>”What do you want?”
“I’m-“
>”Oh, are you here for another ‘moment’ with Trixie?”
>Great. She heard all of that.
“Look, I’m sorry about all of that. Today-“
>She starts another coughing fit. You continue when it settles.
“Today was a little miserable and I’m sorry for getting upset…”
>”That’s not what Trixie is upset about.”
>She leans forward and looks at the room Vinyl is in.
>”Once… SHE is gone, you and Trixie need to talk about where we stand.”
>Trixie sniffles a little. You worry for a moment until you remember she has a cold.
“Where we… What?”
>”We will talk tomorrow, Anonymous.”
>And with that said and done, she closes the door in your face without another word.
>That night, her words weigh heavily on you as you try to sleep.
>Your fingers rap against the table as you try to think of what she could mean by that.
>You continue to tell yourself it’s no big deal, but it doesn’t work.
>Eventually, you fall asleep at a time way too late.
>Even in your dream, her words echo.
>’Where we stand.’
>’We will talk tomorrow, Anonymous.’

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>You and Vinyl finish piling boxes in the corner of the room.
>They’re sort of in the way, but the only other place you think Trixie would allow them would be in your room.
>You’re actually be willing to give your room up to storage, but you’re already planning on giving it up for Vinyl.
>You’d like to think of yourself as an excellent host.
>”Sooo…” Vinyl takes a good look around the room. “This is one of those biggo, extendo magically enchanted wagons, right?”
“I… Guess? I don’t know a lot about magic.”
>”Huh. Well, it’s pretty cool. Travelin’ in style.”
>She looks over to Trixie, who sits in the corner of the room by the door looking very… broody.
>”Hey, what’s her deal?”
“Trixie? She’s just the angry boss slash landlord.”
>”Boss?”
“Well, technically partner.”
>”Partner? Is this some sort of weird relationship and-“
“I’m gonna stop you there. No. We’re this ‘magical mare and guy who does stuff in the background so Trixie doesn’t lose all of our money’ combo.”
>”And how’s that working out?”
“Hit and miss, could be worse.”
>You hear Trixie loudly clear her throat from her spot in the corner.
>”Anonymous?” You twist your neck to look her in the eye. “Outside.”
“Oh, um… Alright.”

>You and Trixie exit the wagon. She leads you a small distance away from it to be sure Vinyl can’t eavesdrop.
>”What do you think you’re doing?!” She hisses through her teeth.
“I’m just helping out. Calm down.”
>”You’re acting like you think you’re in charge. Making the decision alone to bring new passengers aboard? You don’t GET to make those decisions. TRIXIE is the one who owns the wagon. Do not pretend you have any say as to what and who enters it.”
>UGH. You really want to slap her. She’s just mad, though. She’ll tire herself out by complaining and submit soon enough.
>Hopefully.
“You’re right. It was a sudden decision and I should have talked to you about it.”
>Trixie’s eyes widen in surprise. She expected resistance.
“But I don’t regret it. We made some bits and I’m helping someone out who needs it.”
>”Don’t you remember how that mare acted yesterday. She nearly deafened all of us! She also most likely abuses drugs and alcohol!”
“I’m sure it won’t be a problem. I’ll do my best to keep her out of your mane. It shouldn’t be hard considering you spend most of your time in your room.”
>She is silent for a moment, looking for more reasons to complain.
>”And what happens when she starts eating too much of our food.”
“Fillydelphia is a three day trip and we’re stocked up for at least two weeks. To compensate for what she eats, I’ll pay to replace the food out of my own pocket.”
>Trixie opens her mouth to try to form another complaint, but nothing comes to mind. She lets out a soft grumble before surrendering.
>“Very well. If you can… manage her and keep her away from Trixie, she can stay.”

“See, I keep telling everyone that you have a heart of gold, but they never believe me for some reason.”
>You make your way back to the wagon, but not before giving Trixie a gentle pat on the head. She tries to slap it with a hoof, but she misses as you pull away.
>Trixie gives one last annoyed scoff as you enter the wagon. Vinyl sits right in front of the door with a very fake innocent smile.
“… You hear all of that, then?”
>”Yep!”
“Great, then you already know to leave Trixie the hell alone. Let me show you where you’re sleeping and where the food is.”
>You lead her over to your room, but before you open the door, you point to Trixie’s room.
“No entry in there. Trixie gets pretty upset when someone enters her room.”
>”Why’s that?”
“I dunno, personal stuff? I wouldn’t suggest it anyway. I’ve been in there only twice. The first time the bones in my legs were crushed to the consistency of mashed potatoes, and the other-“
>”Wait wait whoa whoa whoa. Explain that shit.”
“Oh. The Element of Kindness has this unreasonable desire to sleep with me so she got a minotaur or something to knock Trixie’s wagon over while I was inside and Trixie’s desk fell on my legs and broke them into a million or so pieces. Trixie used healing magic to fix them all up.”
>”…”
“I’m not joking.”

>”… And then what happened?”
“I’ll tell you more later. I’ve got a million of stories just as weird.”
>You push open the door to the utility closet, also known as your bedroom.
“This is where you will be sleeping. Sorry to say that it isn’t much, but it’s all we can spare.”
>”Awh, yes!” She immediately collapses on the bedding. “This is sooo nice. It’s got a comfy bed, so it is officially the best room ever. Pretty big t-“
>She quickly sits up.
>”This isn’t pony sized.” She turns to you. “This is your bed, isn’t it?”
>You nod.
>”… We’re not…”
“No. I will not be sleeping the same bed as you.”
>”Oh, okay. Where does that put you?”
>You point a thumb back in the main room.
>”Dude, seriously? No way, there’s gotta be a catch.”
>As if on queue, you and Vinyl hear the wagon’s entry door slam shut.
“That’s the catch.” You say quietly.
>Trixie trots by the door. She takes quick peek in as she passes by and proceeds to her room.
“… Yep, she’s a bit of a pain so just avoid her.”
>”Then why are you still working for her?”
“You get used to her.”
>”You do, huh?”
“Not really. Anyway, food is in the cupboards on the left, no bathrooms inside so we gotta stop if you need to go, and if you need anything else, I’ll be up top. You can get up there by climbing the stepladder on the far side of the room. Got it?”
>”Got it.”
“Good.”
	
>Is it going to rain?
>It looks like it’s going to rain.
>God damnit, you don’t want it to rain.
>You’ve been moving along on top of this wagon for the past hour now. The flat grassy lands between Baltimare and Fillydelphia have proved awfully pleasant. No rough terrain, a constant gentle breeze, and the ponies passing by were friendly.
>But then those storm clouds came moving in. Fast. Rain should be hitting soon.
>You swear under your breath. Rain is nice but not when you’re getting rained on.
>Then you hear a gentle knock behind you.
>You turn to see what it is.
>…
>Huh, nothing.
>Wait, there it is again.
“… Hello?”
>The roof hatch pops up a little.
>”Yo, you mind if I come up?”
>Oh, it’s Vinyl.
“Yeah, of course. You don’t need to ask to come outside.”
>She pushed the door open all the way.
>”Sheesh, I was just making sure. So what’s up?”
“Oh, you know.” You gesture to… Well, “Nothing.”
>”Sounds cool, mind if I also do nothing?”
“You sure? It’s so boring.”
>”Doesn’t look any more boring than staying down there to do nothing. Plus, Trixie is down there.”
“Uh oh, did something happen?”
>”Nah, I’m not taking the risk though.”
“Alright. Well,” You wave her over, “Come on up, I don’t mind a little company.”

>Vinyl situates herself comfortably on the bench. She even brought a small radio thing to play a little music. She keeps it at a low volume so she can actually hear you talk.
“It looks like we have a storm coming, you might not want to stay outside for too long.”
>”Really? No tarps or covers or anything?”
“Nope.”	
>”Ya might wanna invest in that. But, I guess I could throw up a force field for a couple hours.”
“You can do that?”
>”Yeah, I can’t make a strong one though. Rain will bounce off it no problem, but it somep0ny threw a rock at us, it’d go right on through like it was nothing.”
“That’s great! I really want to make to it Fillydelphia as soon as possible so any extra time spent moving would be awesome.”
>You look at the radio on the other side of her. You’re pretty sure the battery hasn’t been invented here in Equestria yet. You wonder…
“How exactly does that radio work?”
>”Hm? Oh, just some magic.”
“Soooo, you just use magic on it?”
>”Not exactly. Here, check it out.”
>Vinyl grabs the radio and turns it around so you can see the back. She points a hoof at a hole roughly 2 inches wide with a thin needle poking out.
>”See this? It’s a magic rod. It works pretty much the same as a lightning rod. When you focus your magic on it, the magic is stored and charged up. It doesn’t even use much magic either. A foal could probably charge this baby up to max. But, my equipment is a little more intensive. I can handle it though.”
“Did you say your equipment runs off magic? Turntable, speakers, everything?”
>”They normally go off electricity, but not every place has it. The magic is for ‘just in case’ reason.”

>”Okay, enough of the boring crap. You NEED to tell me about this ‘Element of Kindness business’.”
“Oh boy, I hope you’re ready for a lot of stories. So it was about two weeks after I arrived in Equestria, and I wake up to knocking on my door. I open it, it’s Fluttershy. She’s the… You know.”
>”Of course I know. Everyp0ny does.”
“Right, right. I’m just makin’ sure. So, she’s just standing right in front of me with the cutest, most innocent smile. I say ‘good morning’ to her, she says it back. Then she says, “Um, Anonymous? Are ponies your fetish?”
>”What?”
“Haha, I’m not joking. That’s what she said, word for word.”
>”Bullshit.”
“Nuh-uh, dead serious.”
>”Celestia…”
“My thoughts exactly.”
>”So what’d you say?”
“I said, “No.” and nothing else. Then she says, “Okay. Bye, Anonymous.” And flies off!”
>”Whaaaat?”
“No joke. And you know what? She came back the next day with a saddle on, asking if they were my fetish!”
>Vinyl breaks out into a fit of laughter.
>”Dude, no way!”
“Yeah way! Holy shit, I have like a million of these.”
>”Celestia, you have to tell me every single one.”
“I will, and they just get sillier and sillier.”
>”Yesssss!”
	
>You and Vinyl spend the next three hours going over your adventures with Fluttershy. While horrifying to you, they can be made funny for other people.
>Once Vinyl’s forcefield begins to weaken from the rain, you pull off to the side of the dirt road and continue on the same topic while stealing a few drinks from Trixie’s stash.
>She didn’t seem to mind. The clinking of bottles and glasses would have been a dead giveaway to what you and Vinyl were doing, but she did nothing to stop you.
>So you enjoyed yourself. Afternoon turned into evening, and evening turned into dusk. Both you and Vinyl were surprised at how fast the day went along.
>Once sleep time came around, you and Vinyl were sporting a buzz. Nothing serious, just enough to unwind.
>Vinyl walked a little unsteadily to your room. She opens the door and turns to you before stepping inside.
>”That was like, a ton of fun, Anon. I hope you got more stories like that for me tomorrow.”
“You kiddin’? I’m only halfway through!”
>”Oh my sun goddess. Welp, I’m tired. G’night, Anon.”
“Night, Ms. Scratch.”
>”Don’t call me that!” She says playfully before closing the door. You hear her fall on your bedding and shuffle around a little. After that, complete silence.
>You chuckle to yourself quietly. All this talk with Vinyl has been fun. Trixie is such a shut in and never, ever, ever want to talk. She probably spent all day masturbating to pictures of herself or something. That isn’t the alcohol talking, you swear. You wouldn’t be surprised at all if Trixie did that.
>But enough of that. You’re tired. You need a bed. Arms? Arms.

>Not much later, you’re dead asleep in your arms while sitting at the table. It’s not a great place to sleep, but it works.
>Trixie’s door slowly cracks open for the first time since this morning.
>She takes a few cautious steps out.
>”Humph, idiot.”
>Trixie exits her room fully once seeing you’re asleep.
>”This is what you’re reduced to now? Sleeping on a table while a strange mare steals your bed?”
>Her voice is barely above a whisper. It doesn’t even stir you.
>”You’re not going to make Trixie or yourself any money if you’re willing to give everything away.”
>She trots past you to the cooler.
>”Stubborn…”
>She magically pulls a bottled water out.
>”Stupid…”
>She begins trotting back to her room.
>Then she pauses as she passes you. She sighs quietly to herself.
>Trixie twists her neck and bites onto her cape, yanks it off herself, and throws it onto your back.
>”… And too generous for your own good.”
>She resumes her trot back to her room. Before entering, she says a little louder,
>”Goodnight, Anonymous.”
“Mmmph, nigh’ Trixie…” You say reactively.
>”Eep!” Trixie immediately dashes into her room and slams the door shut.

>Why is… What-… Oh. Awake.
>You’d love to force yourself back to sleep, but your back is killing you for some reason.
>You start the motions to roll out of bed, except you’re not in a bed. You’re not even lying down.
“Grunndfuuf” You intelligently say.
>After making the discovery that your pillow is actually your arms, you lift your head and push yourself up.
>… Right. You gave your room up to Vinyl. That was a lame decision.
>Still, it makes you feel better about awful things you never did or something.
>You’re not making much sense. Coffee and breakfast time.
>You force yourself to get up off the chair and shuffle your way to the coffee maker. You begin brewing a pot as you piece together some sort of meal.
>Eggs and yogurt. Eh.
>You turn on the magical stove, slap some butter on a pan, and toss those eggs in there.
>While you wait, you take a small spoon and begin scooping out the lemon yogurt. Bland, but whatever.
>The eggs and coffee finish simultaneously.
>You dump the eggs onto a cheap paper plate and pour yourself a cup of coffee.
>You go to take a sip, but you stop yourself and look at your mug in disdain. Everything in Equestria is just a fraction smaller than you’d like it to be. You don’t expect them to conform to your size, but it’s annoying.

>The thought passes quickly enough. You ignore the thought and take a sip of coffeePFFTTTFUCK
>Holy shit, that was much too bitter for your tastes. Why didn’t you put cream in it?
>The sounds of stirring can be heard from behind Trixie’s door.
>Morning crankiness, no thank youuuu.
>You give your eggs the same treatment you gave to the yogurt, quickly pour a little milk into your coffee, and aim for the wagon door.
>Opening it reveals something just… just wonderful.
>Rain. It’s still raining, pretty hard too.
>You groan and take a seat on the step ladder after closing the door behind you.
>The overhand of the wagon provides little cover, but it’s enough to keep the rain off you.
>And you love the contrast of a colder outside and a warm inside.
>You take a sip of coffee to recreate that feeling.
>From the sounds of things, Trixie or Vinyl has woken up and begun making a mess of things already. Dishes clanging, hooves sloppily stomping about.
>Really, it’s a toss-up.
>Uh oh, are those the sounds of another set of hooves?
>And then comes the muffled chatter.
>This can only end in disaster.
>…
>You’ll give them a couple minutes.

>As promised, you reenter the wagon a couple minutes later to find absolutely no traces of a fatally deadly catfight to the death.
>Over by the stove was an annoyed Trixie cooking some… porridge stuff. Looks gross.
>Vinyl looked wide awake as she sat at the table with headphones wrapped around her ears.
>She entertained herself by spinning a bit between her hooves and bobbing her head to whatever music she was playing.
>Probably… Dumbstep. Hehehe.
>You think that’s the 5th time you made that joke since you met Vinyl.
>Eh, the classics never die.
>Vinyl seems to notice you first. Or maybe Trixie just didn’t care.
>”Ey yo, An-ohn!” Her voice level is somewhere between acceptable and yelling. The music must be offsetting her volume control.
>You give her a small wave as you take another sip of the coffee.
“Mornin’, ladies.”
>Trixie gives you a passive glace before returning to her porridge and Vinyl can’t hear you.
>Exciting.
>You take a seat across from Vinyl as Trixie finishes her making her meal.
>She scoops some into a bowl and takes a seat next to you.
>You suddenly wonder why Trixie prefers chairs over pillows like the ponies in Ponyville. Darn… Manehatten ponies or wherever Trixie is from!
>The three of you sit at the table quietly, the sounds coming from you drinking, Trixie eating, and Vinyl tapping her hooves.
>Everybody gets the day started one way or another.

>Once Trixie finishes her meal, you gesture Vinyl to take off her headphones.
>Trixie takes her seat back as you start giving out the news.
“So, it’s still raining. Pretty hard, too. It may take another day before we can start moving again.”
>Vinyl  shrugs, but Trixie looks at you like you’re an idiot.
>”That is absurd! It is merely a little water!”
“Eeehhh, I don’t know if I really want anyone out there in such miserable conditions.”
>”Hmph! Trixie had no idea you were such a sissy!”
>”Yo,” Vinyl steps in, “That’s kinda harsh. Anon’s just thinkin’ what’s best for us.”
>Ooohhhh, that’s a very hateful glare Trixie is giving Vinyl.
“Hold on now, Vinyl. I’ve learned that when Trixie insults me, she’s just fighting back her obvious feelings for me!”
>You flex.
“And how can anyone resist?”
>”Hehe, makes sense. Aight,” She puts her headphones back on. “You two work this one out.”
>You turn back to Trixie.
“Trixie, I’m serious. I don’t want you catching a cold. I know it doesn’t sound like much, but I need you to be healthy if you plan on performing at your best.”
“Pfff, ‘I need you at your best so you can blah blah blah.’” She blows away the hair that got a little too close to her mouth.
>”Trixie doesn’t need to hear your painfully flawed judgment, Anonymous.”
>She slides off her chair and walks towards the ladder.
>”Trixie will bring this thing the whole way if she has to…”
>She climbs the ladders and exits through the roof hatch.
>You sit there silently for a minute before flaring out hands out and saying,
“What the fuck?”

>You look at Vinyl and repeat the question.
>”WHAT WAS THAT?!”
>Shitfuck, you forgot about the music.
>She yanks off the headphones.
“… I asked if it were cool if I went in my room and got a fresh set of clothes.”
>”What? Course you can, it’s your room, dude.”
“I know, but I just didn’t know if you had anything personal lying around or something.”
>”…”
>…
“…”
>”You don’t actually think I brought a dildo with me, do you?”
“I didn’t say that.”
>”I seriously can’t think of anything else you could have meant when you said that.”
“There are lots of things!”
>”… Like… ?”
“… I forget.”
>”Dude, get your clothes.”
“Yeahokay.”
>You stand up and awkwardly walk to your room.
>Once inside, you quickly grab a new set of clothes and throw them all. This sweater will keep you a little warmer, but if it gets too wet it won’t even matter.
>Before exiting the room, you notice a few things of Vinyl’s scattered about.
>Nothing unusual, and certainly no… Ahem, moving on.
>You exit the room. Vinyl has moved from the table to the fridge which you can only imagine is powered by magic.
>Seriously, why do you not question these things more? Have you gotten used to the, ‘It’s magic, I aint gotta explain shit’ theory? It’s such an annoying copou-Hello.
>Looks like Vinyl got into a good groove while searching for food and now all you see is her shaking flank hanging outside the fridge.
>…
>You slap yourself.
>Horses. They go neigh and trot around and eat carrots and stuff.
>Nevermind the fact that you’ve already slept with one and it was pretty awesome.
>Okay wait that’s not helping.
>Shit, forget butts right now. Trixie is peeved about something. You should pay attention to that.

>Vinyl peeks her head out of the fridge.
>”Enjoying the view?”
“No!”
>Fuck.
>”Oh. Harsh. Guess I’ll try eating lean.”
>Fuck!
>She dives back into the fridge in search of food.
>You can literally feel the heat radiating off your face.
“I’mgonnatalktoTrixieokaybye.”
>”Cool.”
>… Are you going to have to talk with two mares today? 
>One at a time, man… One at a time.
>You continue towards the ladder.
>A short climb later, you push up the hatch a little.
>You get a good look at Trixie lounging on the bench with the reins wrapped around her hooves.
>A subtle purple aura hovers over her, protecting her from the rain.
>But she’s missing her cape! 
>You remember seeing it somewhere this morning…
>You looks back into the room to see the cape at the bottom of the chair you slept in. You quickly jump down, grab it, and climb back up the ladder.
>Trixie looks to you this time when you emerge from the wagon.
>You put on a gentle smile and hand over the cape as a peace offering.
“You looked a little cold, this may help.”
>She stares at it for a moment before taking it in her mouth and throwing it over herself.
>You stand there awkwardly for a moment.
“You uh, mind if I sit down?”
>Silence. Silence means yes.
>You climb over the bench and make sure to duck under Trixie’s small rain barrier.

>You scoot in as close as you can without actually touching Trixie. She’d probably kick you if you did.
“So you seemed a little upset this morning, is there something wrong?”
>She scoffs.
>”Trixie doesn’t know, is there!?” The statement is laden with sarcasm.
“I… guess? I dunno, I things were nice in Baltimare. Did something happen?”
>She remains silent once again.
“Does it have anything to do with Vinyl?”
>”Tch.”
“So that’s a yes?”
>She hesitates a moment before nodding.
“What’s the problem?”
>”You met her two days ago and you’re already so close! Trixie doesn’t understand how you could befriend a pony so annoying in that short amount of time!”
>You shrug.
“Dunno, guess it just happened.”
>”Trixie had to work her flank off just so you wouldn’t hate her!”
“Hahaha, what are you even talking about?”
>”You hated Trixie all the time when we first met!”
“No I didn’t. C’mon. We didn’t get along but that ran both ways, you know.”
>She scoffs once again and turns the other way.
“Besides, I still like you way more.”
>”There’s no need to lie to Trixie when she can see the obvious truth.”
“Nuh-uh. Vinyl is pretty chill, but you know what you are, Trixie?”
>”Hm,” She raises her head a little. “And what would that be?”
“You’re funny.”
>Trixie expects a longer answer or some sort of follow up, but it doesn’t come.
>”… Why?”
“I… Don’t know! You’re just funny and fun to be around.”

>”Are you-“
“I don’t mean that in any offensive way. Seriously, Trixie. When we’re not working, you’re funny as hell. We should seriously hit up a bar in Fillydelphia when we get there.”
>A wholesome smile spreads on Trixie’s face. 
“This time we both get drunk and we only come back with each other. No marching band of mares or stallions, this time.”
>”Tch, ruining all of Trixie’s fun again.”
>You chuckle a little.
“See, like that.”
>You lean back against the bench as Trixie readjusts herself a little closer to you.
“You know what Vinyl does have over you, though?”
>Trixie gives you a deadpan glare.
“A really nice ass.”
>Trixie’s eyes widen to the size of saucepans.
>”… Was that a joke?”
“Nope. I just got a good look at it and… damn!”
>”Trixie recalls you not being attracted to ponies, as such.”
“Weeeeellllll, you remember the mare in the black suit? Came with the stallion, too?”
>”Ugh.”
“You do? Good. Well. Remember that day where I hate to spend the day with her or we’d lose the wagon?”
>”Yes, Trixie did all the work while you lounged about with that mare!”
“Yeah, well… We didn’t do much lounging.”
>She gives you a quizzical glare for a few moments before realization washes over her.
>”Aah… That’s… Disgusting!”
>You break out in laughter.
>Trixie begins lightly kicking you.
>”Go. Go! Just… scoot down there!”
“Hehe, alright, alright…”
>You scooch down the bench when you laughter dies down.
>Trixie speaks once again after it’s died off completely.
>”And those twins in the pub?”
“Yeah, thanks for totally scaring them off, by the way.”
>”Trixie had no idea! And she doesn’t want any of THAT in her wagon, not-“
“Calm down. I was joking.”

>”So you think Trixie is funny, then?”
“Yeah.”
>”Hm!” She brushes back a lock of hair with a confident smile plastered across her face. “Maybe she should be a travelling comedian, rather than a silly magician!”
“Comedy is too easy. We like a challenge, don’t we?”
>”That we do, Anonymo-“
>The roof hatch swings open.
>”Whuddup, neeeeerds!”
>Trixie gives a disgusted grunt.
“Aw, we were having a moment, Vinyl.”
>”Well you guys are going to have to stop making out for like, three seconds. I’m bored.”
>Vinyl dives under the cover of the barrier, right in between you and Trixie.
>”So what were you guys talkin’ about?”
“Nothin’ much.”
>”Oh… Hey Anon, you like music?”
“Of course.”
>”Cool, I wanna show you something down here.” She points a hoof to the hatch.
“Um…” You peek around Vinyl to see Trixie’s reaction, but she’s just staring off into the fields.
“Yeah, sure. Catch you later, Trixie.”
>Once again, silence.
>You follow Vinyl down into the warm wagon while Trixie continues to sit outside by herself.
>She takes a deep breath and wraps herself tighter in her own cape before kicking up the speed on the wagon a little.
>The cape doesn’t help. 
>She still shivers from the biting cold while you and Vinyl sit in a warm room, enjoying each other’s company.
>To Trixie, the faster Vinyl is gone, the better.

>Trixie had spent the rest of that day outside driving the wagon along.
>You checked up on her a few times but she said she was fine, despite any proper nourishment.
>She drove late into the night, and perhaps the early morning. You don’t recall the exact time she came in, but it woke you up when she slammed a cabinet door shut.
>You mentioned something about eating so late isn’t good for you before falling back asleep.
>So you took it upon yourself to do most of the driving today.
>Thankfully, the rain has cleared up for the time being. You’re afraid there may be more on its way. Fillydelphia is now within eyesight, but still quite a ways away.
>A short few hours later, it looks no closer. You estimate you’ll be there by the evening.
>Your throat starts to feel a little dry and stomach empty. Which means…
>Lunch break!
>You pull the wagon off to the side of the road and enter through the roof hatch.
>As you expected, Vinyl is lounging about doing whatever she feels like, and Trixie is most likely in her room.
>Being outdoors all morning has left you a little chilly to the bone. You know what always fixes that right up?
>Delicious soup.
>Ahh, yes. You miss the days of ramen soup. Such simple and bland noodles bathing in fake meat broth.
>Such a thing does not exist in Equestria. No ramen. No Chicken Noodle Soup. No Chunky.
>But all is not lost. Tomato soup somehow made the conversion. And with a few soda crackers, it becomes a meal of kings.
>You pull out two small cans of the red stuff and a bag of crackers.
>A cough echoes from Trixie’s room as you pour the soup into pan.
>You think nothing of it. A cough is a cough.

>Then you hear another as you light the stove.
>And another as the soup begins to simmer.
>You start to worry a little.
>Vinyl seems to not really mind as she naps on the hardwood floor with her headphones wrapped around her neck.
“Hey, Vinyl.”
>She doesn’t budge.
“Vinyl?”
>Still nothing.
>You let out a light grunt of frustration before turning off the stove and going to check on Trixie.
>Normally you avoid entering Trixie’s room due to… Dude, it’s a chick’s room.
>So you make sure to knock beforehand.
>You pull the ol’ knock-and-instantly-enter-before-she-says-don’t-come-in-(hahaha-that’s-what-she-said) so Trixie has no time to object.
>Your senses are blasted with perfume and the color purple, but you endure.
>Trixie coughs once more as you enter the room.
“Trixie, you alright?”
>”Fffftvvrvbrvvrr.” She mumbles into her pillow.
“… What?”
>She lifts her head up a little.
>”Trixie is fine.” She says in the raspiest voice you’ve heard from her.
“Whoooaaa,” You take a few steps closer, “You don’t sound very good.”
>More mumbles.
>You take a big risk by sitting on her bed next to her.
>She digs her face back into a pillow and gently bats you with a hoof.
>”Go away…”
“Have you eaten today? What about water, have you had any?”
>”Leeeeave.”
“Do you have a fever?”
>You attempt to roll Trixie over so you can hold your hand on her forehead, but she refuses to budge.
>”Cease pestering Trixie at once!” She begins coughing once again after yelling at you.
“Right… Sorry.”
>You got a little too maternal right there, which is really weird.
“Umm… I’m making some tomato soup. You want some? And something to drink?”

>Trixie looks at you directly in the eyes for the first time.
>She’s obviously sick. The pale coat and bloodshot, puffy eyes give it away.
>You don’t know what kind of look she’s giving you. If it represents any kind of emotion, it’s covered by the ‘I’m sick, get out.’ Look on her face.
>”Very well. You will take care of Trixie for the day so she may get better.”
“Er… Actually, I’m going to try to get to Fillydelphia by tonight. I’ll do what I can though, okay?”
>”Hmph!” 
>She rolls over in the other direction in the poutiest fashion possible.
“Sorry Trixie. I’ll… I’ll…”
>She remains still.
“… Be right back with your soup.”
>You get up and slowly exit the room. It would be nice if Trixie suddenly said, ‘Wait, Anon! I totally respect—‘ Eh, what’s the point? Trixie is gonna be Trixie.
>After making sure her door is closed tight, you then begin cooking your soup once more.
>Once the soup begins to simmer once more, you walk over to where Vinyl is napping.
>You crouch down and gently nudge her.
“Hey, Vinyl. I need a favor.”
>”Hmmmnng.”
>Okay, so today is sleepy pony day and no one decided to tell you.
>Her eyes crack open and she slightly lifts her head off the floor.
>”What’s… What do ya need?”
“Trixie. She’s sick today and I’d really appreciate it if you took care of her while I bring this wagon into Fillydelphia.”
>That caught her attention.
>”Aww sweet, we almost there?”
“Eeeh, should be there by tonight. Just make sure Trixie is taken care of while I drive.”
>”Ugh, take care of her?” She falls back down onto her belly. “Weeeak.”

“Yeah, I know. I need you to do it, though.”
>”Weeeelll, whaddya gonna give me for doing it?”
“I’ll give you a ride to Fillydelphia.”
>”… Oooh, you got me.”
>She pushes herself up with a, “Hoo-Hah!”
>”What’s first?!”
“I was going to make some soup for her, you can chill for now.”
>”Oh.”
>She resumes her previous position on the floor.
“And don’t you want like, something soft to lay on?”
>”Nah.”
“You sure?”
>”Yeah.”
>You shrug.
“Alright, then.”
>You abandon Vinyl and her napping marathon to finally get started on that soup.
>It doesn’t take long to heat up. Soon you’re left with a steaming pan soup.
>… And half of it goes to Trixie. Dang.
>You grab a ladle and pout half of the soup into a bowl.
>You pick it up by the edges, and carefully walk over to Trixie’s room.
>Opening the door, stepping in, and closing it with your foot, you’re once again in Trixie room.
“Soup’s ready!”
>After a few seconds, she scoots closer to the side of her bed. You go to sit on the side she’s closest to.
>You start extending your arms to place the bowl on the bedside table, but a hoof on your side stops you.
>”Feed Trixie…”
>…
“No.”
>”But-“
“I know what you’re going to say, and the answer is still no.”
>You expect anger or annoyance, but what you get is something completely different.
>She sniffs.
>Then her eyes start to water.
>”T-Trixie… *sniff* Trixie is too s-sick for her magic to… to work. What if… She spills the soup all over her, and it burns… Or-“
“I… Didn’t know your magic was affected.”
>”Of course you didn’t. I-It’s not as if you care about Trixie…”

“C’mon, you know that’s not true… But I’ll feed you… Ugh, if it makes you feel better.”
>She immediately turns her teary, sorrowful attitude into one of glee and victory.
>You’re tempted to drop the bowl on the floor.
>But instead, you quietly and calmly lift a spoonful of soup out of the bowl.
>Trixie’s smile grows wider at your reluctant obedience.
>You can’t even look her in the eyes right now.
“Do… Do I really have to do this?”
>She puts on the façade once more.
>”T-Trixie c-c-can’t-“
“Stop. Fine.”
>She hums in delight and opens her mouth wide.
>Really? 
>She quickly grows impatient and sternly points a hoof to her mouth.
>You grumble obscenities as you bring the spoon to Trixie’s mouth.
>She clamps down on it with a very adorable. “Oumph!”
>Then she swallows and breathes a sigh of relief.
“Satisfied?”
>”Nuh-uh!”
>She opens her mouth again.
>Fucking…
==
>One hour. ONE WHOLE FUCKING HOUR!
>At least she didn’t make you fucking spoon feed her the goddamn water you got afterwards.
>But it’s over, for now.
>You fear dumping Vinyl on Trixie may not be such a good idea, but you need to get to Fillydelphia.
>You skip making lunch, instead you simply grab something quick to eat. It hardly satisfies you, but it stops the hunger for now.
>So despite Trixie’s further requests, you climb up the ladder, take a seat on the bench, and move forward. Anything and everything else is irrelevant.

>That mentality made time pass quickly.
>It felt as if you inched your way to Fillydelphia as the clouds inched their way towards you.
>Both you and the rain hit Fillydelphia simultaneously. It may have won by just a little, actually.
>You were forced to call it quits once the rain began pouring just on the brim of Fillydelphia. You weren’t quite in the city, but small residential and commercial buildings surrounded you nonetheless.
>You pull the wagon into an empty lot, do the normal parking routine, and open the hatch.
>Your thoughts of comfort and warmth are immediately dashed once hoarse yelling reaches your ears.
>… Ugh, you can make a damn good guess as to what happened.
>You slide down the ladder and quickly close the hatch to prevent any more heat from escaping.
>Trixie has finally gotten out of bed today to assault Vinyl, it seems.
>All around the floor, broken pieces of porcelain and glass threaten those with bare feet.
>On one side of the room, Trixie is yelling obscenities at a Vinyl hiding behind her own music equipment.
>Ignoring the cracking kitchenware under your shoes, you step forward.
“What the hell is going on?”
>”This… MULE is quite possibly the WORST thing to happen to Trixie!” Trixie croaks without taking her eyes off Vinyl.
>”It was an accident, girl! Jeez!”
>”You did not spill that scalding cocoa on Trixie by accident! And you did not call her illustrious mane a rat’s nest on accident!”
>But it is a rat’s nest… Not a safe thing to say out loud though.
>”I’m not sure if you’re delusional or you have no idea what ‘illustrious’ means. Might be a bit of both.”
>”And-“
“Shut up!”

>Both mares do so.
“Look… I don’t give a shit who did what. We’re not in fucking magic kindergarten so I won’t be handing out timeouts. Trixie,”
>You point at her.
“Vinyl will be gone in the morning, so take a deep breath, calm down and ignore her for the rest of the night. Okay?”
>She gives you a mean glare before turning around with a, “Hmph!” and departing into her room.
”And Vinyl, did you really have to antagonize her?!”
>”… A little.”
>You bring both palms to your eyes and try to bore them through your skull.
“Ugh, just…” You exhale slowly, “Please leave Trixie alone. She seems to prefer sandpaper against her eyes than you.”
>”Ouch. True, but ouch.”
“Yeah, please stay out her way. We may end up with more…” You gesture to the entire floor. “This.”
>”Not my fault, bro.”
“I know, I know.”
>You sigh in annoyance.
“Better get a broom, I guess.” You say under your breath.
>You walk over to the cabinet by your door with the sound of cracking under every step.
“Not gonna be able to walk barefoot for weeks.”
>You open the door, pull out a broom and dustpan, and get to work.
>Vinyl watches silently for a minute before speaking up.
>”Hey, want some help with that?”
“Vinyl, I would love some.”
>”Cool. Stand back…”
>She strikes a heroic pose.
>”Magic time, BOOYAH!”
>Her horn begins to glow with a dim blue light.

>A wide, flat layer of magic appears in front of her.
>She walks forward, pushing along the magic field. It picks up all pieces of broken kitchen ware it passes over.
>Unicorns cheat. Plain and simple.
>While Vinyl moves around in wide berths, you hit the small areas and corners she misses, turning this long job into a very quick one.
>”There, that wasn’t so hard.”
“Eehh, I still don’t feel safe walking barefoot for a while. I’m a little jealous of you and your hooves, right now.”
>”Yep, I knew ponies were the best.”
“I didn’t say-“
>”Yes you did! Can’t take it back!”
>You let her win this round. For now.
“Thanks again for helping me out there.”
>”No prob.” She gives you a shooty look. You think. Those glasses make determining her expression tough. “Funny how the mare who made the mess didn’t help at all, huh?”
>You shrug.
“Welcome to Trixie land. You will not enjoy your stay.”
>”Heh… Why do you even stick around?”
“Honestly?”
>”Yeah.”
“I…”
>…
>You’re not entirely sure, actually. Besides money of course.
“Money, I guess.”
>”Besides money.”
>Oh come on…
“This job keeps be busy, and it’s good work. And I may keep whining about Trixie, but she does have her moments, I guess.”
>”I haven’t seen one of these fabled, ‘moments’ yet, have I?”
“No.”
>”Lame. Welp, Imma go chill and listen to music.”
“Cool.”
>”You, uh… You wanna listen too? I know I’ve been annoying you about my music,”
“It’s fine, I enjoy it.”
>”Cool. Yeah… Cool.”

>So you and Vinyl sat and listened to a large variety of music, not just the stuff she made.
>She brought some sort of lighting fixture into your room that is supposed to ‘enhance the experience’, so she says.
>It’s just a bunch of colors to you, though. Music is still cool.
>After a couple of hours, you find yourself tired enough to fall asleep.
>You grab some evening attire from your room, and bid Vinyl a good night.
>After changing into pajamas, you get a little curious about Trixie.
>Is she okay? You sided with Vinyl on that argument a bit, you guess.
>Trixie has been very sensitive about the subject of you and her for the past month. She’d call you a friend like a lonely, bullied 6th grade kid would. A little sad, but heartwarming.
>Unlike a bullied 6th grade kid, though, Trixie would throw a hissy fit whenever you didn’t side with her, or pay more attention to her.
>Trixie is more like a high maintenance girlfriend without the reward of sex at the end of the day.
>That analogy is a little disturbing, more so because of how accurate it is.
>You push those thoughts away and knock on Trixie’s door.
>After no response, you try calling out to her.
“Trixie, you awake?”
>Her door immediately opens.
>Trixie stands face to face with you looking angry as all hell.
>”What do you want?”
“I’m-“
>”Oh, are you here for another ‘moment’ with Trixie?”
>Great. She heard all of that.
“Look, I’m sorry about all of that. Today-“
>She starts another coughing fit. You continue when it settles.
“Today was a little miserable and I’m sorry for getting upset…”
>”That’s not what Trixie is upset about.”

>She leans forward and looks at the room Vinyl is in.
>”Once… SHE is gone, you and Trixie need to talk about where we stand.”
>Trixie sniffles a little. You worry for a moment until you remember she has a cold.
“Where we… What?”
>”We will talk tomorrow, Anonymous.”
>And with that said and done, she closes the door in your face without another word.
>That night, her words weigh heavily on you as you try to sleep.
>Your fingers rap against the table as you try to think of what she could mean by that.
>You continue to tell yourself it’s no big deal, but it doesn’t work.
>Eventually, you fall asleep at a time way too late.
>Even in your dream, her words echo.
>’Where we stand.’
>’We will talk tomorrow, Anonymous.’

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