In the hallways of Canterlot High stood two students. One was a boy and the other a girl.

The girl had red hair with yellow streaks, a dark jacket with a pink shirt under it, an orange skirt and black boots with pink flames on it. The boy, on the other hand, had a white hoodie that had a black shirt under it, black pants, long fingerless gloves that covered his hands, and white hair.

The boy impatiently looked at his time, looked at the girl. She sighed, annoyed.

“Soul, you didn’t have to come, you know,” the girl groaned.

“I know but, what if the new student is a guy?!” the boy named Soul replied. “What if he’s way more handsome than me?! I couldn’t just sit there and have my precious Sunset get stolen!”

“First of all, why would you even think that? Second, why would I even replace such a great boyfriend?”

“…You really mean that?”

“Of course I do.”

Soul smiled warmly and took Sunset by the waist. He pulled her closer as both of them passionately gazed at each other’s eyes. They closed the gap between each other for a quick kiss to show how strong their love was and felt almost as if the world moved slowly.

“FBI! STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING!” Sonata shouted, who suddenly appeared in front of them.

The startled Soul immediately dropped Sunset upon seeing Sonata, which annoyed Sunset. Soul glared at Sonata for interrupting him and Sunset and for startling the two of them.

Sunset pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh.“Sonata, what are you doing here?” she asked with a raised brow. “And shouldn’t you be in class?”

“I was… handling business outside,” Sonata excused. “I’m heading to class anyway.”

“Then hurry up; you’re going to be late.”

Sonatas nodded and happily skipped past the couple, only to stop and look at both of them again.

“Oh, and I also met the new kid!” Sonata said as she placed her hand on her chin. “Oddly enough, he knows who I am!”

With that said, Sonata left and disappeared in a corner, leaving Sunset and Soul to wonder what she meant.

“…Do you think the new kid is part of the CIA?” Soul wondered.

“Don’t be ridiculous, why would they send a CIA operative to CHS?” Sunset asked.

“Because there’s always something weird happening here? For instance, the Sirens and you becoming a raging she-demon,” Soul explained. “No offense.”

“None taken.”

“Maybe it’s just an old friend that Sonata forgot about?”

“That would explain a lot.”

“OR IS IT?!” a thundering voice shouted from the doors.

Suddenly, loud music began randomly playing in the room. The couple questioned what was going on as both of them looked at each other confusingly.

“That must be the new student,” Sunset assumed.

“Wait, this seems familiar,” Soul said while he rubbed his chin.

“What do you mean?”

“Ominous music, a charismatic voice… No… It can’t be!”

The doors opened in unison and Treble entered with a big smile on his face. He was walking slowly while performing an air guitar. Sunset looked on confusingly while Soul’s face was in shock. Sunset turned to him and questioned his expression.

“Babe? You okay?” Sunset asked in concern. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I’m having mixed feelings right now,” Soul said. “The fact that I know this guy.”

“Indeed he does! For I am the first lover of the man beside you!” Treble exclaimed with a deep voice. “This is a marvelous reunion for us!”

Soul pinched the bridge of his nose as Treble crossed his arms and stood before them, looking at Soul with a big smile on his face.

Sunset was still dumbfounded by the situation and looked at both of them simultaneously.

Soul sighed and let out a smile as he looked at Treble.

“…Good to see you, Treble.” Soul smiled.

“Mmmmmhmmm, yes. Good to see you too Soul,” Treble replied.

“Wait, you know each other?” Sunset asked.

“So uh, do you want me to do the flashback or you’ll do it?” Treble said to Soul.

“He’s one of my old friends back in my old school,” Soul explained. “Also he’s on the crazy side, so it’s best not to entertain him for a long time.”

“Never underestimate the stupidity of idiots!” Treble exclaimed in pride.

“…Exactly.”

Sunset giggled at this.

“Well, welcome to the Canterlot High, Treble!” she then welcomed.

Treble placed his hand on his chin and slowly examined Sunset, which began to weird her out. Treble then walked beside Soul and leaned into his ear.

“Yo, who’s the chick?” Treble whispered. “And why did she call you ‘babe’? I’m the only one who’s supposed to call you that.”

“That ‘chick’ would be my girlfriend, Sunset Shimmer,” Soul answered.

“SHE’S YOUR GIRLFRIEND?! I COULD HAVE SWORN THAT-“

“You can’t swear,” the voice inside his head said.

“Huh?”

“I mean, you can but it just comes out like ‘F*ck’ or ‘McSh*tf*ck’.”

“Really? Wacky.”

“Uh… Who is he talking to?” Sunset asked her boyfriend.

Soul sighed.“Apparently there’s a voice inside his head that would occasionally just pop in, or he thinks he has one.”

“Anyway, nice to meet ya Sunset!” Treble exclaimed with a smile.

Sunset simply smiled and extended her hand for a handshake, which Treble accepted.

“You seem to know a lot about Soul,” Sunset said with a smirk. “Care to tell more in the future?”

“Sure. I love the time he liked someone from our class and he got reje-“

Before Treble could finish, his mouth was covered by Soul’s hands, with the latter having an uneasy look.

“Can we just go on with the tour now? I’ll handle the catching up myself later.” Soul proposed.

After a good while, second period rolled on and the tour was done. Sunset and Soul concluded the tour with taking Treble to one of his classes. During the tour, Treble continuously asked random questions including why the Dewey Decimal System was complicated and who shot first during that one scene in Star Wars, much to Soul’s annoyance.

The three said their goodbyes and Soul told Treble he’ll meet him during lunch. Soul and Sunset departed and left Treble alone in the hallways while he faced the door to his class.

“Alright, how do you want to do this?” Treble asked.

“Your choice, but not something out of the gutter,” the voice said. “Pick something memorable.”

“Oooh, I have just the entrance!”

Inside of the classroom, the teacher wasn’t present yet and the whole crowd was rowdy. One part had students discussing about games that came out, and another had girls with their ‘girl’s talk’.

On a specific part, however, had two boys that are important to the plot progression.

One had spiky black hair, gray skin, and yellow eyes. He wore a black unzipped hoodie, black T-shirt with a Japanese kanji that stands for wolf on the front in white, black strap boots and dark green pants that had a chain on the side. The other boy had black hair that was slicked back, grey skin and a goatee. He wore a black shirt that had a fist holding a lightning bolt symbol on the center, blue pants and green sneakers.

“I understand that scissors can beat paper and I get how rock can beat scissors. But there's no way paper can beat rock. Is paper supposed to magically wrap around rock leaving it immobile?” the one with the hoodie asked. “Why the hell can't paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why can't paper do this to people? Why aren't sheets of college-ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they attempt to take notes in class?”

“…Why exactly are we having this conversation?” the one with the black shirt said in annoyance.

“Because school sucks and I want to go home. I mean, why can’t we just go straight to our jobs, Punk?”

“Zero, you always say that.”

“It’s because it’s true!”

Suddenly, the PA system began to play loud music. The whole entire room grew confused as the doors were suddenly kicked open. On cue, Treble entered holding a mic and ran around the front of the class like crazy buffoon.

The students watched on as one of the two boys grew confuse, while the other was laughing.

Treble raise both of his hands and started dancing. He soon stopped as he raised the mic to his mouth.

“MY NAME, IS TREBLE MIX,” Treble exclaimed. “AND I AM, A CERTIFIED G AND A BONIFIED STUD, AND YOU CAN’T TEACH THAT!”

The students began to wonder what he was blabbering about. Treble raised his finger up and started skipping around.

“BADABOOM! REALEST GUY IN THE ROOM! HOW YOU DOIN?!” he continued.

“Dude, no one’s going to get the reference,” the voice said.

“Pretty sure some will!”

The boy named Zero leaned to Punk with a confused look.

“Dude, who’s the new kid? And it looks like I have competition,” Zero said. “Plus, who the hell is he talking to?”

“Who cares? He perfectly imitated Enzo’s entrance!” Punk laughed.

“Who?”

“It’s a wrestling thing. Besides, I like this guy!”

Unknown to Treble, the teacher was already in the room and was behind him. The boy felt his presence as he turned around and saw the confused look the teacher was giving him.

“I see you have already introduced yourself… In an extravagant manner,” the teacher said. “You must be the new student, please to meet you Mister Treble Mix, I am Doctor Whooves and I will be your Science teacher.”

“Are we going to learn about how Equestria was created?” Treble asked, “I mean, that’s science right?”

“Do you know anything about science?”

“I have every episode of Star Trek. The classic ones, not the one with the bald guy that looks like Professor X.”

“I’ll take that as a maybe,” Doctor Whooves sighed. “Now, can you please take a seat? We’re about to start the class.”

Treble nodded as he looked around for a seat. After scouting the area, he found a seat next to Punk and Zero, who he saw eyeballing him from their chairs.

Treble smiled and marched to his seat. He sat down and looked at the two with an even bigger smile. Zero crossed his arms as Punk started chuckling at him.

“Did my entrance fancy you?” Treble asked.

“You’re good, but I’m better,” Zero smirked as he placed his hand on his chin. “You may have bested me with your entrance, but I will not lose to you next time!”

“HA! You must first beat my dragon punch first!” Treble replied with a stereotypical Asian voice.

“Please excuse my good friend here, he’s a bit of a ‘weeabo’ if you ask me,” Punk said. “Anyway, the name is Straight Edge, but people call me Punk.”

“There will always be a light to shine the way, and I plan on being that light and my wings will protect those who need it. The enemy to bullies, the pinnacle of awesome-“

“His name is Zero Gravity.” Punk interrupted Zero, with the latter pouting.

“Well, as you already witnessed earlier from my glorious entrance, my name is Treble Mix,” Treble introduced. “Nice to meet you lads!”

“Nice to meet you too,” Punk replied.

“So what brings you here on this God forsaken school?” Zero asked.

“Ugh, seriously Mister Author? You’re making me explain again?” Treble complained as he looked at the sky. “Do you know how much of a chore that is?

Punk and Zero looked at him confusingly then looked at each other. Zero started scratching his head and started whistling.

“So uh… Who are you talking to? Who the hell is ‘Mister Author’?” Punk asked.

“Oh, you mean that handsome douchebag that controls and writes how this story goes!” Treble explained. “Did you know you also have authors? I mean, they’re all scumbags if you ask me, they write stupid crap about our life just for their entertainment!”

As Punk was about to question what Treble just said, Zero stopped him before he could speak by placing his hand on his shoulder. Punk turned to Zero who was shaking his head, prompting him to not question Treble any further.

With that said, Treble began to tell the two on why he transferred to Canterlot High. After that, the class went on as usual for an hour until it was now lunch time.

The school bell rang and the period ended. Treble headed out first and found himself outside of the classroom. He then felt a tap behind him. He turned around and saw Punk and Zero standing before him.

“Hey, you wanna sit wiTh us at lunch?” Zero proposed.

“Wait, so you guys are toge-“

“No.” Zero and Punk said in unison, interrupting Treble.

“Besides, you might get left out from all the groups that are inside the cafeteria,” Punk said.

“Oh please, I never get left-“

Treble soon stopped talking and froze from his place. His jaw slowly opened as he took off his sunglasses from his face.

Time went slow and music started playing inside his head as he saw a majestic sight before him; a girl with blue hair that had opal streaks and white skin was walking pass them. She wore purple shaded sunglasses, a white jacket that had blue stripes on the sides, purple leggings and blue sneakers. The girl had her light blue headphones on, completely ignoring everyone on her path. She was bobbing and dancing to the beat without care of the world.

Treble’s eyes sparkled as the girl passed by, and soon disappeared through the crowds. She did not notice the creepy boy eyeballing her as she was too distracted by her music.

Punk and Zero began to grow confused and started waving their hands in front of Treble, which the latter did not respond to. Zero then snapped his finger, which broke Treble from his trance.

“…WHO IS THAT ANGEL?!” Treble exclaimed as his face went red.

“Who?” Punk asked.

“The girl with the headphones and purple sunglasses!” Treble exclaimed in glee, “Did you not see the angel that had just passed by?”

“You mean Vinyl?” Punk replied, “She’s basically the DJ around these parts. I heard that she’s also a massive tomboy.”

“I DON’T CARE! ALL I KNOW IS THAT THIS IS DESTINY!” Treble proclaimed, “The start of the sweet cherry romance had spawned from this sight! My heart has fluttered like a butterfly flying through the winds of an open field!”

Punk and Zero sighed in unison as they looked at each other with irritated looks. Treble kept on speaking as the two leaned near each other.

“Are you sure it was a good idea to become friends with this guy?” Zero asked.

“Nope, but he seems interesting,” Punk replied.

Author's Notes:

"OH RAGGA YOU SAID THAT PACING IS EVERYTHING BUT IT LOOKS LIKE YOU'RE RUSHING STUFF."

Actually, it's going according to plan.

The following is for the multicultural:

Ang mga caffeinated alcoholic enerhiya na inumin ay maaaring maging mapanganib dahil ang caffeine ay maaaring mask ang impluwensiya ng alkohol at maaaring humantong sa isang tao na maling kahulugan ng kanilang aktwal na antas ng pagkalasing.