Probably “How Deep is Your Love” by the BeeGees.
 

I feel kinda bad. I always do shit like this late at night when most folks are asleep but, hey, there it is. I’m gonna be just chilling out with my cam and mic on and tidying up my desk. If you guys and gals wanna chill out with me, come on in! I wholly don’t expect anyone, but I’d be pleasantly surprised if someone did.  Fun times and chats were had!

Episode 14: Difficulties

KM: Private Onyx!

PO: Y-yes sir?

KM: Have you managed to get that computer working yet?

PO: Just now sir. We’re already live.

KM: Finally. Now, leave me so that I may work in peace.

PO: Yes sir. 

SFX: sound of hooves, large door closing shut

KM: Hello my friends. As you may have over heard, we’ve been suffering some.. technical difficulties. I won’t go into details but let me say that, as technically unsophisticated that I am, my darling queen is even less so. Nonetheless, I am here to answer your questions once again, however delayed they may be.

Oh, this one looks interesting. And it seems to have an attachment. Now, lets see. 

SFX: Double click

Caramel Onion: Hello King Metamorphosis, this is Caramel Onion. Ponies all around love to get caught up in the romance of Hearts and Hooves day. What do changelings do? Oh! And happy Hearts and Hooves Day!

KM: Hmmm. Delayed indeed. A wonderful question, however, and I would be happy to answer. 

Many believe that Hearts and Hooves day is when Changelings are the most active. The common misconception is that, because we feed on love, we are out in full force, taking advantage of the holiday’s inherent nature. However, in reality, the exact opposite is true. Let me explain.

When you are walking around on Hearths Warming Eve, Nightmare Night, or, indeed, Hearts and Hooves day, do you not feel the spirit of giving and friendship? of mischief and play? of love and passion? Can you not feel the energy of that holiday in the very air you breathe? 

That energy isn’t just your imagination; it’s really there. And for beings who are not usually capable of sensing the emotional energy of the world to be able to feel it, you can only imagine how it is for a species who can. So, to answer your question, on Hearts and Hooves day, with all the ambient love in the air, we take the day off and celebrate much like you. 

Next question; How long do you plan on hiding?

SFX: sounds of decloaking and hooves

KM: And you are?

CF: My name is Commander Fury, but you can call me sir.

KM: Well, Commander, to what do I owe this visit? A message from your Princess?

CF: The princesses don’t know we’re here.

KM: “We’re”?-

SFX: body hit

KM: OOF!

CF: Quickly, get the restraint on his horn! 

SFX: Sounds of chains/handcuffs/some type of restraint

CF: Starburst what are you doing there?

SB: This must be computer he uses for his broadcasts. Should we take it?

CF: That might not be such a bad idea. Let his compatriots and those traitorous ponies who follow him know that we have their precious king.

SB: You got it, sir. Well, you heard him, fillies and colts, later.

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What will happen next?!

sonic:

I’m an audio engineer. Ask me anything you like within the next 24 hours and I’ll answer it.

…I don’t have a girlfriend, actually.

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Yu-chan writes: We have heard you talk about your father a little but what about your mother?

I must regretfully say that I don’t know much about her. As I said in an earlier correspondence  she died in an accident when I was quite young. However, in the spirit the honesty I’ve tried to maintain throughout this little project of mine, I will share with you, m listeners, what I do remember.

My mother’s name was Freya, a name from old horse mythology. She was the sole princess of one of the original four changeling Kingdoms that emerged after the great upheaval. The others were that of Chrysalis’s family, the now gone Fairweather clan, and, of course, my family’s, which was, prior to Chrysalis’s and my wedding, the house of Metamorphosis. Currently, there are no more clans or houses as all changelings are now part of one kingdom. But I digress. 

Mother was beautiful. More beautiful than any other changeling ever and even Chrysalis will admit it. Her hair was a shimmering cerulean, as if stardust were blended in, and her eyes were like emeralds. During the day, she would help me with my lessons. She loved poetry and would often have me sit with her as she read to me the works of all the greats. And every night she would tuck me into bed and sing this old lullaby that her mother sang to her. Oh, and when she sang… when she sang she was the envy of all. She had the voice of an angel. 

And she was kind. My father told me, years after she had passed, that she was his tempering force. So many times, he told me, he had neared abondoning his dreams of peace among the houses but was always steeled by my mother’s encouragement and warmth. 

Even after she died, he always thought to her when things were uneasy and drew on her strength and belief in him.

Still, he wasn’t well for some time after she died.

In a way, I suppose, you could say that she died because of me. 

You see, because changelings need love to live and, for obvious reasons, those just born are unable to gather that energy themselves, it comes to their mothers to give them that initial supply to sustain them until they are able to gain it themselves. Unfortunately, this often leaves the mothers quite weak for the rest of their lives. Though my mother was a queen and knew how to keep up appearances and remain strong (at least superficially), that initial transfusion of love after my birth taxed her greatly. She was always slightly tired and no longer had the incredible regenerative ability that is normally a part of being royalty. 

One day, she and father were making a tour of one of the natural gas processing facilities when there was an explosion. Though my father took more damage, he healed almost instantly. My mother… She… didn’t. 

She was badly hurt and because of her already weakened state…

My mother was beautiful, intelligent, and kind queen… but most of all she was an example for all who would come after her as how we once were and how we should be. She guided my father and her teachings guide me. That is why, though her and my father’s dream is now a reality, I hope for peace between changelings and other races.

I work, ostensibly, in entertainment. I want to be an entertainer. I’m not terribly well known and that’s okay; I’m patient and I have plenty of time.

I’m not used to being recognized by people. The one way recognition of celebrity is not something that I am accustomed to because it isn’t something that happens to me a lot. 

This weekend I’m attending Anime Los Angeles. I’ve done three lecture and have one left for tomorrow. Between lectures, I went to the karaoke room and, after singing, I come down off of the stage and this girl approaches me. She had a horn on her head. I think she was dressed as Lady Rainicorn or something. 

Anyway, she approaches me, so sweet, and says something like, “Excuse me, you’re Victor Frost, right? From King Metamorphosis?”

In my head: “What? She knows me from KM of all things? Really? She knows who I am?”
Out Loud:  ”Uh, yeah?”

Then she asks if she could take a picture with me.

In my head: “She wants to take a picture with me? Why? I’m a nobody. I’m G level internet famous at most. She wants a picture with me? Like I’m some celebrity or something?”
Out loud: “Oh, uh, yeah! Sure!”

Unicorn cosplay girl, if you’re reading this, thank you. I hope the picture came out okay. I’m sorry if I seemed a bit off, but I was just so taken aback by that whole experience that I didn’t really know how to react. I probably still don’t. My friend and I were talking about how adorable you were and I was hoping we’d run into again. We didn’t, obviously.

I’m not a celebrity, I’m just a guy. If you see me again (maybe tomorrow, maybe at another con) just come and say hi and hang out for a bit!

As for any of the rest of you who might run into me, the same goes for you!

Anyway, thanks unicorn cosplay girl, thanks again. You made my day and probably my whole convention. Send me that photo, if you see this! Victor.frost@thefrostsyndicate.com