A/N: No note today, shit I feel like my minds breaking…. again.

    “Alright, now where do we go? I can’t go back there, and I don’t really care where we go. As long as there are no pianos, I’m fine with it,”  Naga said with a shrug.

    “Alright then to a pizza pla….”

    “Um, Uncle Frag are you ok?” Naga turned around, not seeing him. “Uncle Frag, where did you go?” Naga said, looking around. He flew off to look for Fragment, calling his name as he went.

                       Several hours later (like seven)

    Fragment wakes up in a bed that’s not his own, gauze wrapped around one of his legs and one of his wings. “Fucking myriad, one of my strongest weapons, also the thing that’s got me killed the most 3005 years ago. I lost the ability to protect myself from it.  But me nearly dying again is not the important thing right now, it’s where the hell am I?!” Fragment yelled out loud.

    “You’re in my house. I heard a loud crash, and there you were, your leg and wing broken. What happened?” she asked him with a concerned look.

    “Um, I passed out and fell out of the sky because of a weapon I used put me to sleep, and I crashed and woke up here.  Oh how rude of me, my name is-”

    “Fragment, I know. I read about you in school. My name is Vinyl Scratch, nice to meet you.”

    They shook hooves, then Fragment spoke, “So what do you do? Something with music based on your cutie mark.”

    “Yes, I’m a DJ. Oh, and why were you looking at my flank, and more importantly, like what you see?” she asked.

    Fragment blushed so hard that it could even be seen through his black coat. “It’s um…. a pleasant sight I must say.”

    It was Vinyl’s turn to blush. “Wow that was very honest of you. Haha… anyway, um do you want to see my setup?”    

     “Um ya ok. What type of music do you play and listen to?”

    “I play mostly electro or dubstep. And I actually like either electro or rock and what are you doing?”  (Those music genres don’t exist there, but I don’t care. So deal with it.jpeg)

    “I am getting up, what are you doing?”

    “Wouldn’t do that, your leg is broken. Or at least let me set it before you walk on it, oh my god what the hell!”  In the middle of her talking, he had got his leg and just popped it back into place.

    He then rewrapped it, making a sling to hold his leg still.  “Ok then, after you,” he said, bowing as well as he could with one leg.

    “My, what a gentlecolt,” she said in a fake Canterlot accent. They then shared a laugh and trotted off.

    Naga had been flying around, passing out flyers that said, “Have you seen this immortal?” with a picture of Fragment on the front. He felt a tap on his shoulder. Naga turned around to reveal Dark, Oswald, Layla, Rahsaan, Rendan, Leafin, and Alvstrom, where there they sat there for a second before Dark spoke up. “Um dude, I don’t know how to say this, but he was sent to the moon for annoying Celestia.” You could hear Layla laughing in the background and saying something about bananas.

    “Oh he escaped from there. We were actually going to get pizza, but he suddenly disappeared on me, and it’s been like three days, and I am kind of worried about him. I know he is old as dirt but still…”

    “Hey isn’t that him over there at the market buying flowers? And who is the mare he is with? Is that…  DJ PON3 and is he in a sling?” said Oswald with a surprised look on his face.

    “What? I don’t believe you, move,” Alvstrom said, lifting him with his ability and tossing him. ”Holy crap, you’re right! It is PON3.”

    Suddenly, Fragment sighs and turns around, looking into their direction. “Hey, you should stop spying and come talk to me if that’s what you want. I just find it kind of creepy that all seven of you are sitting there looking at me,” he said, raising one eyebrow.

    “First of all, there are eight of us, dumbass, and second, how did you know we were here?” said Layla.

    “Oh that? I can sense living things, except for you. You’re just not there. It’s kind of freaky, but whatever. Anyway, what are you all doing here staring at me for in the first place?”

     “Actually, we were passing out flyers for this event coming up soon until we saw Naga here looking for you and stuff happened aaaaand here we are. Anyway, where have you been and what happened to your leg and wing?” asked Leafin.

     “One of my weapons fucked me over and put me to sleep in the middle of flying, and so I crashed into several building and… well I got hurt and Scratchy here came and helped me out, bandaged me up. She has been a most gracious hostess and has been taking care of me while I recover.”

     “So you have been at her house, and you didn’t think to send a letter or something telling us you’re not on the moon or dead or something? That would have been nice. Well, Layla wouldn’t have cared, but we all thought you got sent to the moon.”

    “What?! You were sent to the moon? What in the hell for!? What did you do?”  Vinyl exclaimed in confusion.

   “That’s a funny story, actually, and I don’t feel like going into it.  Mmmhh… let’s just say I cussed at her. I also wanted to boop her, but she already sent me.  Also, it didn’t help that I…. well not me, but I destroyed a lot of the castle in the fight between me, Dark, Leafin, and Oswald. So the cussing was just the icing on the cake, you could say.”

    “So you got sent to the moon, but what about them? Did they get in trouble at all?” Vinyl asked.

    “I don’t know, I was on the moon. So did something happen to y’all while I was away?”

    “Ya actually, we have a tournament we have to fight in. We have a list with names that magically appears when she wants us to go get them. All of us are on here.” Suddenly, the list flashed, and Fragment’s names appeared. Everypony looked at Naga. “Well then, who else saw that coming? Anyway, in like a week, we have to meet up in Necropolis for the battle.”

    “Ok then, who am I against in this little tourney?”  asked Fragment.

    “Oh, you are first actually. And you’re against Layla and… what the hell is with that smile?”

    “Oh nothing, I just get to have a little revenge. Hahahahahah, I can’t wait for this fight.” Fragment walked off with a giant smile on his face.

A/N: I don’t feel like writing more, so until next time, Frag out.