Sup people, Psyren here with my latest chapter! Big shout out to Midi for becoming my editor and making my story more... presentable. Today we meet a good amount of characters and have our own musical number. Awesome,eh? Now let's begin

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"Dang it! Spammer! Hacker!" I yelled angrily. Suddenly the door flew open and Beelzebub ran into my room, horn glowing, ready to break any possible threats.

"What is going on sir? Intruder? Enemy? Criminal? Delin-" Beelzebub stopped talking and noticed me playing Luna Ops from my bed. "Um... sir... What have you been yelling about?"

I stare at him with a plain look. "This cheater... Arfman21... He's totally using an aim bot, NEWB!" I continued to yell at the screen.

Beelzebub gave a me quizzical look. "Wait..." He began, "Have you been in here this whole time, awake and playing... games?"

"Yeah, why?" I leave the game and looked towards my guard. I see him staring at me in disbelief.

"Sir... you mean to tell me you skipped breakfast and have been holed up in here playing video games all morning?" Apparently, to Beelzebub, doing such a thing was unbelievable. I decided at that time to have myself some fun.

"Actually," I began, barely able to hide a smile, "I've been playing since I retired to my room last night."

"All night!?" Beelzebub's jaw dropped.

"Yeah," I answered nonchalantly. "Occasionally, I'd do so for four days straight!"

Beelzebub's jaw seems to be hanging by a thread. I chuckle childishly.

"Sir," He began, "I don't think it is healthy to do such things like this. It's... it's.. just wrong."

I snickered, "I was kidding. I only woke up an hour ago."

Beelzebub looked annoyed; he didn't seem to appreciate me pranking him like that. "Either way," he began, "you missed breakfast. That IS the most important meal you know."

Reminds me of my mother. I roll my eyes and turn towards the screen. "Maybe you should relax. Come on, grab a controller. I could use a hoof in defeating the upcoming battalion."

"I'm sorry sir, but no," Beelzebub told me, "I just do not see the point in something childish such as... video games"

My eye twitched. "Okay, three things," I began with an annoyed tone, "One, I thought I told you to stop with the 'sir' thing. I'm not a 'sir' anything. Three. No..." I stop myself, "I mean two, never diss video games around me or I will snap your hoof."

Beelzebub took a step back, obviously surprised, as well as somewhat confused by the insult.

"And three, video games are a lifestyle, not a game. That's my cutie mark."

Beelzebub looked over at my flank. "Si- uh, I mean, Psyren, that is a turtle shell."

Indeed, my cutie mark is a red turtle shell from Mareio. Too bad Beelzebub was so illiterate to video games that he wouldn't understand, even if I tried explaining it.

"Regardless," I say with an obvious hint of annoyance, "Take a look at this."

I show him my medals, a scoring system of achievements that I earn throughout the games by doing certain objectives within certain parameters. All my games had all the medal's maxed out, with the exception of my newest games. I then switch to Luna Ops' leader boards, showing that I have already made it to the top of the board despite getting the game the day before.

"My skills are unrivaled!" I boast. "Over the web, I am known as the grand-master! King of all!" I leap up knocking down my controller. Suddenly my message screen pops up with multiple messages calling me a hacker and a cheater.

Beelzebub looked at me skeptically. "Indeed. So, what? You think you can be successful just by playing video games?"

"Of course," I responded causing Beelzebub to wince in irritation. "I've won multiple gaming contests just for the large money prizes. You see..."  For some strange odd reason music began to play around me. Weird. I always assumed that only mares had the ability to conjure music at random. Well, may as well take advantage of it. And so I sang.

"I'll be the talk of the web, the player on the go,
I'm the type of gamer everypony, everypony should know.
I'll be the one to watch, the best in the flow,
I'm the type of gamer everypony, everypony should know.

Becoming as popular as popular can be,
Making my mark, making my mark in ranked society.
I'm number one on the board, the star of the battle's flow, yeah,
I'm the type of gamer everypony, everypony should know.

See how they hang on every word that I speak.
My presence on their team is what they all seek.
I'm the crème of the crop, not just another John Doe,
I'm the type of gamer everypony, everypony should know.

At home, at the cafe, on a fancy yaht,
Connect to wi-fi to be the talk of all of Canterlot.
I'm the crème of the crop, not just another John Doe, yeah,
I'm the type of gamer everypony, everypony should know.

Because I'm the type of gamer,
Yes, I'm the type of gamer,
Yes, I'm the type of gamer everypony should know."

With that, I plopped back down and rose my controller, chuckling to myself. Singing spontaneously made me feel tingly. I can see why that pink pony did it so often.

"By the way s- Psyren," He corrected himself, "Tonight is a party at Prince Blueblood's mansion. Everyone in the castle, you included, are invited to go."

"Pass." I say as I start a new game. I am not going to go to some fancy party. I'd probably have to dress all fancy or something.

"Psyren-"

"Pass!" I interrupt again. My game has started. I shot a pegasai down with my gumball rifle.

"I do think you'd find it enjoyable," Beelzebub insisted.

I shot a unicorn with my Pie Cannon. I see in the corner of my eye that Beelzebub is getting frustrated from me ignoring him. I show no way of backing down as I toss a cake at a group of enemies, taking down the group via slash damage.

"Nearly everypony who's anypony in Canterlot attends," Beezlebub commented with a tone of feigned tolerance. I freeze. My character is pelted down in a storm of editable treats.

"Everypony?" I question, not looking directly at Beelzebub.

I could see him smile, almost evilly. "That is correct." Beelzebub confirmed. "Almost everyone important, from the rich to the beautiful, will be there."

Upon hearing beautiful, my mind flashed to the Pegasus I met yesterday, Fire. I don't know if it was her lively attitude, or that strange way she teased me, but either way, she made quite the impression on me.

"Okay, I'll bite. I'm interested. But I am not exactly what one would consider a noble pony looks like," I said. I show off my uncombed mane and knotted fur. I was dirty enough to make that fashionable unicorn from Ponyville faint.

"Don't worry," Beelzebub gave a demonic yet sweet smile, "That pass you obtained from Princess Luna can let you get the best makeover ever."

"'Makeover?'" My eye twitched. I really wasn't keen on the sound of that, but the way I see it, Beelzebub wouldn't let this go.

I sighed, hitting the power button on my game before standing up and stretching. Beelzebub let out a small chuckle and led me down to the dining room. He explained that he would take me to a pony name Photo Finish after we eat lunch. Apparently she was some famous fashion designer or something.

I looked around the dining room, seeing a large long table and a large amount of guards stationed around the room. At the end of the table was the blue unicorn with the golden mane, one of my competitors in the contest, picking at a salad.

I walk down to the table and take a seat about three seats away from her, that way I signified I wasn't planning on making conversation, but I wasn't trying to be rude about it at the same time.

Almost as soon as my flank hits the chair, a waiter appears and takes my order. I order a caffeinated sugar stick with a hay burger. Apparently that is not considered fine dining, as when I order it, both the waiter and the unicorn look slightly disturbed.

"What?" I asked plainly.

"Nothing... sir." The waiter promptly walked out to give my order to the chefs.

I look over at the unicorn. She had gone back to picking at her salad. I move my head back slightly, allowing me to see a piano on her flank. So she's skilled at piano, huh?

"May I help you?" She asked. She had a gentle, yet slightly snobbish voice.

"Huh?" I jumped slightly in surprise. I didn't expect her to notice me staring. "U-uhm." And there's the stutter. "I-I was just o-observing that you p-play the p-piano." Of all things annoying in this world, why am I so awkward?

"Indeed." She rose an eyebrow. "I played since I was a filly. I judge from the turtle shell that you are a herpetologist?"

A herpe-what? Sounded like some sort of disease a showpony would have. "Uh... y-yeah!" I responded, sweatdropping.

"Fasinating." She said. "That would explain your messy self. Animal scientists always need to get dirty." I nodded in agreement. "So do you only study the turtles or do you also specialize in any of the other creatures?"

"U-um... No!" I say. "I also s-study... uh... tortoises!"

"Tortoises?" She had a skeptical look on her face.

"Yeah!" I nodded. "And... uh a-armadillos, oh, AND hermit crabs!"

"Umm..." She seemed uncomfortable.

"I'm Psyren by the way!" I blurt out.

"Ice Queen... consider yourself charmed," she said introducing herself.

The waiter walked in and set my food in front of me. After that, we ate in silence.

I finished and walked outside, greeted by Beelzebub and the carriage. "Hello, Psyren!" Beelzebub saluted, "How was lunch?"

I looked Beelzebub straight in the eyes and respond simply, "Awkward."

One Hour Later...

We arrived at a large store filled to the brim with dresses and suits. Inside is a pony with a neat white mane, large pink glasses, and a glorious dress. She barks orders to her crew in a thick accent, which I think is Germaren.

"Okay, everypony! Lizzen up! Ve have a order in from many big clients! Zey all vant ze dresses from our last shoot! As such, I, Photo Finish, demand you all collect vhat you need and make ze dresses!" Photo Finish turned around as saw us. She almost seemed to cringe at the sight me. As if to shield her eyes she covered her sight towards me with her hood and talked to Beelzebub. I have to admit, I was a little insulted.

"And vhat does a Royal Guard need? Has von of ze princesses decided to take up my offer of a photo shoot?"

Beelzebub shook his head and responded, "I am afraid not ma'am. However, I do have a request."

Photo Finish rose an eyebrow. She was obviously intrigued.

Beelzebub lifted his hoof and pointed at me. "I would like you to make him presentable for the party that Prince Blueblood has arranged tonight."

"Ach!" Photo Finish seemed repulsed, "Do you realize vhat you are requesting? Zis... pony is a horrible, horrible example of vat a picture perfect pony is. Vhy vould I, Photo Finish, even care about such a lowly pony."

"I'm right here, you know," I said annoyed.

"This is one of the contestants on becoming Princess Luna's assistant." Beelzebub explained to her. I twitched in annoyance of being ignored.

"Really? Does zis von have a chance at vinning?" She asked.

Beelzebub gave a smirk, "There is always a chance." I cocked an eyebrow at Beelzebub. Did he really believe I had a chance at winning this contest? Heck, all I planned on doing was writing about observations I just happened to notice. Gotta say, I was a little touched. "Even an ant has a chance at defeating a dragon." Well screw you too.

Photo Finish chuckled, "Alright, fine. Unfortunately, I, Photo Finish, have a large vork load. So ze most I vill do is make him presentable and lend him a tux. In exchange, I vill expect you to convince ze princesses to consider a photo shoot."

"Agreed," Beelzebub negotiated. They shake hooves, and before I can speak up, I am suddenly grabbed by multiple mares.

They take me to a secluded room and suddenly I felt a lot of pain.

Fifty-Five Minutes Later...

"Urg..." I moan as I slowly stand up.

"Man, you are such a baby," one of the mares said, "Maybe if you kept your fur from tangling, this wouldn't have been so bad."

"Sh-shut up..." I muttered.

"And when we started working on your mane, you got all red," she said teasingly, "Even redder when we got to your wings. Not a bad size."

"Sh-shut up!" I was now so red, it seemed as if my fur had changed colors. I quickly ran out attempting to leave through the front, but was stopped by Beelzebub tripping me.

"No need to run and ruin your fur again," Beelzebub told me with a humorous tone. I don't know why, but the teasing felt worse coming from the guard.

"Photo Finish has given me a tuxedo for you. Would you like some hel-" Beelzebub began, before I snatched it away from him with my teeth.

"I can put it on myself."

Two and a Half Hours Later...

And so, there I was, neat as can be in a red tuxedo. Not gonna lie, I felt tacky. Beelzebub opened my carriage door and I found my self greeted by the sight of Prince Blueblood's mansion, roughly one tenth of the size of the castle. Still, it was an amazing place filled with lights and fancy outdoor catering.

Beelzebub and I walked to the main gate. While Beelzebub showed the security our invitations, I heard a voice.

"Well what do you know, a new face!"

I looked over and found myself facing two high class Unicorns. The one with the blue hair and tux I immediately recognized as Fancypants, a pony responsible for funding alot of my favorite game developers.

Behind him was the most beautiful mare I had ever seen. She was slim and somewhat tall; likely a bit older than me. Her body shape could be compared with Princess Luna, though, no offense to the princess, she had a more prominent... er, plot. Her eyes were purple, and she wore matching eyeshadow. Her cutie mark was a gold fleur-de-lis with two smaller, purple ones surrounding it. Her mane was a pearl-like pink with white streaks that seemed to glisten in the light. In all honesty, I felt my wings beginning to perk up, if you know what I mean.

I bow my head quickly for two reasons: one, Fancypants deserved respect for his influence in gaming community, and two, I would probably stutter like a madman if I looked directly at the girl.

"Hello, good chap," Fancypants bowed back, "If you don't mind me asking, what is your story? You don't seem to belong here."

"That obvious, huh?" I muttered.

"Oh, my apologies. I forgot to introduce myself. I am Fancypants. This beautiful mare," he pulled in the girl close to him, and suddenly I felt a slight tinge of jealousy, "Is my wife, Fleur."

"Charmed~" She said in a soothing voice.

"I am Air P-psyren." And there's the stutter.

"Air Psyren? Do you mean the pony who is one of Princess Luna's candidates?" Fancypants asked.

"Well, yeah I guess." I rubbed the back of my head. How did he know this? It'd only been two and a half days since I even got here!

"Well, Mr. Psyren, I would be most honored if you came over to my abode and had dinner with me and Fleur tomorrow," Fancypants asked.

"Well, actually," I began.

"He'd love too," Beelzebub said walking up from behind.

I shoot him a glare.

"Jolly good then!" Fancypants said before he and Fleur walked off, before I could even give my answer.

I look at Beelzebub with a look of annoyed disbelief. What was with him? He was being very pushy.

We entered the party, and I managed to ditch Beelzebub in the crowd. Now alone, I wander around, snatching food from the table and stuffing it in my mouth. It wasn't half bad, but it most certianally wasn't enough to fill me up.

I looked around at the various guests, but failed to locate Fire. She probably didn't come, or was simply not invited.

As I went to raid the punch bowl, I heard a loud symphony of music pla, and when I turned towards the music, I was greeted by the sight of a pony, around my height with a black tux and a wavy blond mane. I guessed from the attention he was getting, that he was Prince Blueblood.

"Hello everpony!" he said in a loud cocky voice. I already didn't like him. "I thank you all so much for attending my party. I am sure you each feel honored to be graced by my appearance and wish to kneel before my greatness. But do not, for I am simply one he-"

I burst out laughing at how ridiculous he sounded to me. Everyone stoped what they were doing and turned to me, Blueblood included. "And just who invited this tacky pony?" Blueblood questioned.

Everyone began to laugh, until suddenly I retorted, "You did, back when you invited everypony in the Canterlot Castle."

Everypony turned to Blueblood.

He glared at me, "And just who are you then, to be so important as to stay there? Because I don't believe beggars who hang outside of the palace count as denizens."

I smiled cockily and boasted, "I happen to be one of the ponies who were hoof chosen by Princess Luna herself to compete to be her assistant."

Everpony gasped, but Blueblood seemed unamused. That worried me. "So, you are just one of the ponies who got lucky and mooched off of the Princess to get what you want? Please, you are even worse then a beggar."

Okay, that one stung. Gloves are off now. I was going full immaturity mode now. "Yeah, well, your mother!"

"Wh-what? What did you say about my mother?" He yelled.

I slowly inch myself back to the catering table. "You heard me!"

"Are you stupid?" He asked, now furious.

I simply answered, "Nope~." I slid a full plate of caviar towards the edge of the table to where only half of it was hanging off.

"That was a rhetorical question, fool!"

"And I gave you a rhetorical answer," I said snottily. I looked over at Blueblood, getting his location precise.

"Oh, enough of this! GUARDS! Get this pony OUT OF MY PARTY!" Blueblood was fuming mad now. I noticed guards beginning to close in on me from the sides.

I yelled, "Rage quit!" and then, using all of the physics I learned from playing Angry Worms, I slammed my hoof on the plate with enough force to launch the caviar at Prince Blueblood. It was spectacular. He was too caught off guard to move, and found himself taking loads of caviar to his face. It splattered magnificently, the spray damage hitting all of the ponies close to him.

I burst out laughing as I look at grand display of my handiwork. I didn't even care when I was grabbed by his guards and thrown out of the party. I walked towards the carriage, my laughs slowly dying down. I opened the door to the carriage.

"I hope you are proud of yourself." I jumped back, letting out a slight shriek. Inside the carriage was Beelzebub, staring at me, his eyes red with disappointment.

I climbed in and and the carriage began to take off towards Canterlot Castle.

"He deserved it!" I explained to Beelzebub about Blueblood's attitude.

"Of coarse he deserved it," Beelzebub told me, sighing, "But you had no right to deal him his just deserts. You are an outsider to Canterlot."

"Nopony else there would've have stood up to him!" I argueed, "They were all too busy kissing his hooves!"

"That's because they know that if they do anything to him, they'll be just as bad as him!" Beelzebub yelled angrily. I got really scared. "If you kill a killer for revenge, you just become a killer yourself! I brought you to this party because I thought you'd be more mature about it. You mentioned that you wanted to become the gamer everypony would want to be, but today you acted like an arrogant child."

I looked down in depression; he was right. I was just as bad as Blueblood. I always thought myself as the best at what I did, and figured that that commanded confidence. Instead, I became arrogant. I became vain...

"I'm... sorry." I said weakly.

"Hm?" Beelzebub looked up at me. "What was that?"

I swallowed my pride and yelled, "I'm sorry! I was wrong! I shouldn't have acted like that! Because of me, all that work you did for me to get ready for the party was in vain! I'm... I'm just sorry okay!?" It took everything I had not to cry like a weak baby.

Beelzebub stared at me for a moment before he simply smiled warmly. "See, you can be mature." He clopped me on the shoulder, "And that is what makes you a better person than Prince Fishblood."

I looked up at Beelzebub with a shocked look on my face. I think this was the first time he made a real joke.

"It's okay to be immature every once in a while. The key is too know when to reel it in."

I close my eyes and smiled. "Beelzebub," I began.

He looked at me with confusion.

"Do we have a paper and quill?"

"We do, Psyren." He used his magic to levitate the item towards himself.

"Okay then. Beelzebub take a letter," I began. Beelzebub put the quill to the paper and began to write my words.

"Dear Princess Luna,

Today, I learned about vanity, or the love of oneself. Vanity seems to be the most lonely forms of love. Vain people are fools who find themselves to be what is most important. They are insensitive and mean. No one wants to be around them, due to their unfavorable personalities.

I also see this as one of the more self destructive forms of love, as once you age and gain wrinkles, you may begin to hate youself. Can you imagine? Waking up one day, looking into the mirror to see the one person you truly love, only to find that he has become as ugly on the outside as he is on the inside? I honestly find that horrifying and sad.

On that note, I bid you farewell.

Your canidate,
~Air Psyren

P.S. I would like to inform you that I plan on leaving back to Cloudsdale the day after the Wonderbolts competition. I feel that I am taking too much advantage of my time here when I should be working the job I was so blessed to be given.

Beelzebub rolled up the letter and hoofed it to me without a word.

When we finally returned the castle, I had him escort me to my room. I threw today's letter in with the other one in my drawer, then walked directly past my games and plopped my face down on the pillow, falling unconscious immediately.

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Well, that is a wrap. Thanks again to Midi. Next time, DINNER WITH FANCYPANTS!

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