It was maybe 9 PM by now, darkness was in the sky and everything seemed even more shady. Dream Catcher had found us a quick gig at a small bar on what was called “The Gryphon Side”. Dream Catcher didn’t seem very enthusiastic about the place itself but he believed that Mike would become a success. Fortunately Vinyl agreed to accompany us to the bar, as she was the only person who knew how to use the DJ eqipmentatoryial stuff….whatever you call it.

Vinyl seemed strangely tense.

“What is the matter Vinyl?” I asked. I was sure why I was in this type of neighborhood with Mike. Frankly I was tired, even though it was only 9 PM, but it didn’t really help knowing id have to rent a hotel (With no cash) or sleep on the sidewalk

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“Nothing just I don’t like being in this…neighborhood” Vinyl said, her voice barely a whisper which made no sense considering we were outside in an alley alone.

“Yea things seem pretty ghetto like over here” Mike confessed “Hopefully after this performance I can get a deal or something and go to Canterlot”

“Hey Ugly!” A drunken Gryphon said, popping his head though the door “you’re on”

“Thanks faggot” Mike said. We pushed past the (Obviously) drunken Gryphon and Mike took his place on stage. Vinyl went over to the CD DJ whatever thing and put on a disc. I stood half in the door and half outside anxiously waiting for Mike to start singing. It was somewhat cold but not below freezing. I had to admit I am surprised no one had invented rap already. This place was such a pile of shit there must be some sort of art that was inspired by all of this.

I studied the crowd first though, it was a mixture of Gryphons and ponies the ratio being 70% to 30%, advantage Gryphons. The crowd seemed obnoxiously loud and rowdy from the start, cursing, throwing beer bottles, and booing right as soon as Mike entered onto the stage.

“Hey, hey, hey, FAGGOTS!” Mike shouted finally, everyone became quiet.

“So here is a song I wrote by myself, and I thing you faggots will like it. It’s Not Afraid”

Vinyl pressed a button and the track began to play. She then left the bar and disappeared into the dark night. The only other pony I knew now was Mike, and he was in front of me singing to a crowd of pissed off Russian Gryphons.

It was apparent that Mike wanted this to happen. He looked nervous but he seemed to remember the lines and he managed to keep his head. Mike sang, sang like a bird, and sang like a bird on steroids, sang like a bird on steroids who is smoking Jesus’s own grass.

The crowd’s feelings changed rapidly. The once rowdy crowd changed into a quiet crowd; then into a cheering crowd, then into a rapturous crowd of clapping, cheering, and noise making. They loved it.

By the end of the song Mike looked happy as can be. The crowd was cheering, clapping their hooves and talons. For once I saw the good side of ghetto.

“Thank you!” Mike said

“Wait hang on good sir I just have to thank you” A Gryphon called out, waving his hand over his head to get Mike’s attention. “I just need to thank you for telling us Gryphon folk what we have to do”

“What is that bro?” Mike asked smiling, nothing could ruin this moment.

“I think I speak for all Gryphons when I saw WE MUST KILL ALL THE PONIES AND BURN THIS SHIT UP!” The Gryphon grabbed his beer bottle and smashed it against a nearby Earth ponies head; he dropped to the table head first. I watched in horror as the almost feral like amount of Gryphons rose up and began to attack the ponies in the audience. The pony bartender ran into the back room and came out with a wooden crossbow, several Gryphons made a run on him, one was shot and dropped dead but the other 3 made it across to him before he could reload.

Russians, why you so crazy?

It was apparent that the Gryphons would be victorious, hopelessly outnumbered most of the ponies made a dash to the door, only to be blocked. In the corner of the bar a fire started, yellow and orange flames were leaping in all directions. Things were deteriorating fast.

“Okay Mike time to get the fuck out of here” I said, Mike and I made a dash for the door

Mike jumped from the stage and made a dash for the door with me, fortunately the Gryphons were now crowding around the few remaining ponies by the front entrance.

“Maybe this isn’t too bad Vespi” Mike said, trying to be optimistic

Just then a lone Gryphon carrying a torch and waving a baseball bat turned the corner and began screaming out

“HEY EVERYONE WE ARE FIGHTING BACK AGAINST THE PONIES!”

While this happened, Mike and I hid behind a dumpster in the dark alley, bad choice (As usual). Gryphons began to pour out of every building and an orgy of havoc began. Gryphons went around blindly burning and looting. Wait… aren’t these their own houses? O well hopefully we’ll figure something out before we get mobbed.

If we stayed where we were we would be eventually found and beaten senseless, our only option was to make it to the Pony side of the city and alert the populace.

“We got to hurry” I murmured, careful to not alert any Gryphons around us

“Yea we got to get going” Mike said

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