YouTube with Ela
The screen flashed once before an animation filled it, bright colors flooding into the eyes of the eager wyvern. Ever since the vampire had enlightened him, he’d been attached to the computer like a moth to a lantern. In the latest hours of the night, Griffin had discovered something far better than anything he’d ever found before.
“Well of course you can have some more punch, Mr. Turnip.”
It was a delightful show, one that had a broad “fanbase” full of dedicated and talented followers.
“I’d like to be a tree.”
Though he’d found himself simply amused by the colorful pictures, Griffin soon was engrossed in the plot.
“I could clear the sky in ten seconds flat.”
Yes, it was true. Griffin had become one of the most ridiculed personas on the Internet.
He had been converted to be.... a Brony.
Now, he'd kept this secret to himself for the few days he'd relished in the show, using the wonderful site "YouTube" to view these ponies in their natural habitat.
He even participated in commenting, but no other fans believed his claims of: "I understand Spike's pain; I, too, was a lone dragon. The absence of a clan or even a friend is irksome. At least I have my wings." At best they thought he was being philosophical. Others believed he was a “troll.” Which, of course, was absurd; he lived under a bridge as much as he ate goats.
That’d been a one time deal; not like he made a habit of it.
After nearly four days of watching in secret, Griffin had reached the season two finale. As he leaned in closer to hear the demonic princess's aria, something startled him.
"The f*ck you watching, Spike?"
Spastically, Griffin slapped the spacebar to pause the video and turned to face his assassin.
Hands on hips and fiery hair tossed about her face, Ela glared down at him with an incredulous state. "Please don't tell me."
"You have no right to judge." Griffin's cheeks were on fire.
“Like h*ll I don’t,” she scoffed, peering past him. “I can’t believe you, Mr. Moody Dragon—”
He slammed his fists against the table. “Wyvern, d*mn it!”
“—are into a show about ponies.”
“It is not my fault the plot is so engaging.”
“Yes, because a pegasus who learns how to shout is engaging,” Ela blurted snidely. Griffin froze for a brief moment before raising his eyebrows.
“How would you know?”
She quickly realized her mistake. “Well... uh... it’s not like I’m allergic to the Internet. I’ve seen posts about it.”
“You are one of those.... ‘Pegasisters’, are you not?” Griffin accused. Her cheeks burned, turning a red as bright as her hair.
“No, of course not! How stupid can you get?” Despite her abrasive dismissal, Griffin caught the embarrassment in her voice. Her smirked.
“Oh, but of course. How foolish of me.”
“You got that right.”
He leaned closer. “Do not fret. Your secret is safe with me.”
“Augh!” she groaned, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re so... stupid!”
“You already said that.”
“‘Cause it’s true. Whatever, Spike.” Griffin’s grin grew broader; was the reference intentional? “Have fun with your... ponies.”
Chuckling to himself, the wyvern spun back to the screen to finish out the season as the Avian stormed off.
Ela’d come around. Even if she was telling the truth, he was certain he could convert her. He could convert them all. It was only a matter of time.
