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# Nuke-Actias 2

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1. >A thousand moth ponies, given enough time and enough lightbulbs, could reproduce Beethoven's Fifth just by clinking the bulbs.
2. >Or they could just make a bunch of incessant tapping noises.
3. >And then buzz angrily at each other when several of them want the same bulb.
4. >The "Light Room," as Actias dubbed it, is currently host to this hypothetical situation.
5. >On a smaller scale, of course.
6. >A thousand moth ponies wouldn't be able to fit in there.
7. >That would be silly.
8. >What isn't silly is the cacophany of clinking and tapping that comes from that room.
9. >Actias came back to visit and brought a few friends.
10. >Instead of turning them all away and possibly hurting Actias's feelings, you invited them all inside.
11. >All four of them.
12. >It was a bad idea.
13. >Mostly because they chewed holes in your socks, underwear, and bed sheets.
14. >Actias at least put up a fight over that, by telling them to stop.
15. >She tried, that's all that matters.
16. >It didn't take long for them to get bored with your bedroom, especially when you asked Actias if she told the others about the "Light Room."
17. >You probably should have led with that, in retrospect.
18. >The tinkering and tapping of hooves and antennae against glass continue to fill your ears.
19. >It's that bothersome sound that draws your attention back to the present.
20. >Your house is empty and lonely enough that the faintest sounds echo off the walls.
21. >It usually doesn't bother you, but unfortunately, the normal sounds are accompanied by the symphony of the mothponies.
22. >Might as well roll out of your tattered bed and ask them to quiet down.
23. >How well will that actually go over?
24. >Probably not well, but it's worth a shot.
25. >After all, you were only expecting Actias, not her friends.
26. >A tapping at the "Light Room" door catches your attention.
27. >All of your friends just jitter and tap against the lights.
28. >You approach the door and tap the same pattern that came from the other side.
29. >"That's cute. Open the door."
30. "Sorry Anon."
31. >With a hint of excitement, your wings stretch out a little bit as you turn the handle on the door.
32. >Your newest, and most favorite, friend stands with his arms crossed.
33. "Hi Anon."
34. >"Hi Actias."
35. "Wanna play with the lights?"
36. >"No, I want you to quiet down."
37. "Quiet down? We're hardly making any noise!"
38. >"I can hear it from my bedroom."
39. "But we're having fun!"
40. >"Yeah, and I was expecting a relaxing night with no extra guests."
41. >You tilt your head and offer him a confused look.
42. >"I think it's time they left."
43. >The tapping stops, your friends turning to look at him.
44. >"Aww!"
45. >"Already? We just got here!"
46. >They buzz sadly and lower their heads as Anon flicks the light off.
47. >"I didn't expect any extra guests tonight is all. Maybe some other night the rest of you can come over."
48. >"Well, alright mister."
49. >The sound of wings flapping causes you to duck.
50. >"What's that sound?"
51. >But it's too late.
52. >Your friends latch onto Anon, all of them giggling while he gives a startled shout.
53. >They hug his arms and legs, which leaves his torso open for one more.
54. >"Get off of me!"
55. >You take a step forward as Anon stops flailing his arms around.
56. >"Was that a hoofstep? Actias, don't you dare!"
57. >Wings spread, rump hiked.
58. >"Actias!"
59. >You launch yourself at Anon, your squeaks joining the other mothponies'.
60. >All of you yell, at the same time:
61. "Thank you Anon!"
62. >"NO!"
63. >Anon somehow manages to make the trek to the front door, despite being weighed down by you and your friends.
64. >As soon as he opens the door, your friends drop off of his body and stand at the threshold of the house.
65. >"Can we come back tomorrow night?"
66. >"No, maybe next week."
67. >"Aw! But Actias says she gets to come over every night!"
68. >"That's because I like her."
69. >The other four moth ponies scrunch their faces up and start making frustrated squeaks before they fly off.
70. "I guess you want me to leave too?"
71. >His slightly disgruntled expression offers an answer.
72. "I'm sorry for bringing them over."
73. >Anon sighs softly as he closes the door.
74. >You look up at him with a surprised expression.
75. >"Warn me next time."
76. "You're letting me stay?"
77. >"No, I closed the door so you'd have to leave by window."
78. "O-oh."
79. >Almost as soon as you start to climb off of him, he wraps his arms around you.
80. >"I was joking."
81. >A blush overtakes your face as he hugs you close, your antennae brushing against his chin.
82. "Wh-where are we going then?"
83. >"Well, since I'm not tired anymore, I figured you might want to stay and chat? Maybe listen to some music and play with the lights?"
84. >You blush even harder as he carries you into the dark living room.
85. "W-well, I guess I can't say no to more lights."
86. >"It's cold and snowing tonight anyway. I wouldn't feel right sending you home in that."
87. "I guess you have a point."
88. >He sits down on the couch and plops you beside him.
89. >"Do you have anything in mind that you'd like to listen to?"
90. "No, not really. I've never really been big on music."
91. >"Hmm. How about this?"
92. >He files through a small box of records and places one on a record player beside the couch.
93. >http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OvZYhxT5Mf8&feature=player_detailpage#t=15
94. "I like this."
95. >"It's one of my favorites."
96. >You try to squeak in time with the music, but you mess up frequently, as this is your first time ever hearing such sweet sounds.
97. >"I think if you practice enough, you'd be able to accomplish that."
98. "Accomplish what?"
99. >"What you're doing. Trying to squeak it out."
100. "Oh! Do you really think so?"
101. >"Anything's possible if you put your mind to it."
102. >You hold your hooves up in front of you and scrunch your face.
103. >He's right.
104. >You know he's right.
105. "Can I stay here for a little while longer and listen to it again?"
106. >"You can stay as long as you'd like. I look forward to hearing you sing."
107. "I don't think I'd ever call it singing."
108. >"Don't be hard on yourself. I liked what you were doing."
109. >You chitter softly in embarrassment with your hooves over your face, as the music continues.
110. >An arm rests against your side as Anon pulls you closer to him.
111. >"Are you alright?"
112. "Mhm. It's just that... you're being so nice to me. I thought you didn't like me."
113. >"Well, at first I kind of didn't. Not until I let you through my window and you started tapping on that lamp."
114. >He chuckles a little bit and rubs your side.
115. >"Over the past few nights, I don't know. Something changed. I think, maybe, something about you and your love of lights. It's just simple."
116. >Your eyes meet his as you move your hooves away from your face.
117. "Simple? Are you implying that I'm stupid? Unintelligent? Uncultured?"
118. >"No Actias, you know I didn't mean it like that."
119. >He hugs you tight, even as you squeak angrily and buzz your wings.
120. >"You're a very special kind of pony. You've brought a warm light to this house."
121. >Your noises stop, leaving the music coming from the record player as the only noise in the house.
122. "Do you really mean that?"
123. >"Yes."
124. "Then I'll stick around. B-but only because of the music and lights!"
125. >"I'm fine with that. As long as you'll be around more often, I think I'll be a little happier."

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>A thousand moth ponies, given enough time and enough lightbulbs, could reproduce Beethoven's Fifth just by clinking the bulbs. >Or they could just make a bunch of incessant tapping noises. >And then buzz angrily at each other when several of them want the same bulb. >The "Light Room," as Actias dubbed it, is currently host to this hypothetical situation. >On a smaller scale, of course. >A thousand moth ponies wouldn't be able to fit in there. >That would be silly. >What isn't silly is the cacophany of clinking and tapping that comes from that room. >Actias came back to visit and brought a few friends. >Instead of turning them all away and possibly hurting Actias's feelings, you invited them all inside. >All four of them. >It was a bad idea. >Mostly because they chewed holes in your socks, underwear, and bed sheets. >Actias at least put up a fight over that, by telling them to stop. >She tried, that's all that matters. >It didn't take long for them to get bored with your bedroom, especially when you asked Actias if she told the others about the "Light Room." >You probably should have led with that, in retrospect. >The tinkering and tapping of hooves and antennae against glass continue to fill your ears. >It's that bothersome sound that draws your attention back to the present. >Your house is empty and lonely enough that the faintest sounds echo off the walls. >It usually doesn't bother you, but unfortunately, the normal sounds are accompanied by the symphony of the mothponies. >Might as well roll out of your tattered bed and ask them to quiet down. >How well will that actually go over? >Probably not well, but it's worth a shot. >After all, you were only expecting Actias, not her friends. >A tapping at the "Light Room" door catches your attention. >All of your friends just jitter and tap against the lights. >You approach the door and tap the same pattern that came from the other side. >"That's cute. Open the door." "Sorry Anon." >With a hint of excitement, your wings stretch out a little bit as you turn the handle on the door. >Your newest, and most favorite, friend stands with his arms crossed. "Hi Anon." >"Hi Actias." "Wanna play with the lights?" >"No, I want you to quiet down." "Quiet down? We're hardly making any noise!" >"I can hear it from my bedroom." "But we're having fun!" >"Yeah, and I was expecting a relaxing night with no extra guests." >You tilt your head and offer him a confused look. >"I think it's time they left." >The tapping stops, your friends turning to look at him. >"Aww!" >"Already? We just got here!" >They buzz sadly and lower their heads as Anon flicks the light off. >"I didn't expect any extra guests tonight is all. Maybe some other night the rest of you can come over." >"Well, alright mister." >The sound of wings flapping causes you to duck. >"What's that sound?" >But it's too late. >Your friends latch onto Anon, all of them giggling while he gives a startled shout. >They hug his arms and legs, which leaves his torso open for one more. >"Get off of me!" >You take a step forward as Anon stops flailing his arms around. >"Was that a hoofstep? Actias, don't you dare!" >Wings spread, rump hiked. >"Actias!" >You launch yourself at Anon, your squeaks joining the other mothponies'. >All of you yell, at the same time: "Thank you Anon!" >"NO!" >Anon somehow manages to make the trek to the front door, despite being weighed down by you and your friends. >As soon as he opens the door, your friends drop off of his body and stand at the threshold of the house. >"Can we come back tomorrow night?" >"No, maybe next week." >"Aw! But Actias says she gets to come over every night!" >"That's because I like her." >The other four moth ponies scrunch their faces up and start making frustrated squeaks before they fly off. "I guess you want me to leave too?" >His slightly disgruntled expression offers an answer. "I'm sorry for bringing them over." >Anon sighs softly as he closes the door. >You look up at him with a surprised expression. >"Warn me next time." "You're letting me stay?" >"No, I closed the door so you'd have to leave by window." "O-oh." >Almost as soon as you start to climb off of him, he wraps his arms around you. >"I was joking." >A blush overtakes your face as he hugs you close, your antennae brushing against his chin. "Wh-where are we going then?" >"Well, since I'm not tired anymore, I figured you might want to stay and chat? Maybe listen to some music and play with the lights?" >You blush even harder as he carries you into the dark living room. "W-well, I guess I can't say no to more lights." >"It's cold and snowing tonight anyway. I wouldn't feel right sending you home in that." "I guess you have a point." >He sits down on the couch and plops you beside him. >"Do you have anything in mind that you'd like to listen to?" "No, not really. I've never really been big on music." >"Hmm. How about this?" >He files through a small box of records and places one on a record player beside the couch. >http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OvZYhxT5Mf8&feature=player_detailpage#t=15 "I like this." >"It's one of my favorites." >You try to squeak in time with the music, but you mess up frequently, as this is your first time ever hearing such sweet sounds. >"I think if you practice enough, you'd be able to accomplish that." "Accomplish what?" >"What you're doing. Trying to squeak it out." "Oh! Do you really think so?" >"Anything's possible if you put your mind to it." >You hold your hooves up in front of you and scrunch your face. >He's right. >You know he's right. "Can I stay here for a little while longer and listen to it again?" >"You can stay as long as you'd like. I look forward to hearing you sing." "I don't think I'd ever call it singing." >"Don't be hard on yourself. I liked what you were doing." >You chitter softly in embarrassment with your hooves over your face, as the music continues. >An arm rests against your side as Anon pulls you closer to him. >"Are you alright?" "Mhm. It's just that... you're being so nice to me. I thought you didn't like me." >"Well, at first I kind of didn't. Not until I let you through my window and you started tapping on that lamp." >He chuckles a little bit and rubs your side. >"Over the past few nights, I don't know. Something changed. I think, maybe, something about you and your love of lights. It's just simple." >Your eyes meet his as you move your hooves away from your face. "Simple? Are you implying that I'm stupid? Unintelligent? Uncultured?" >"No Actias, you know I didn't mean it like that." >He hugs you tight, even as you squeak angrily and buzz your wings. >"You're a very special kind of pony. You've brought a warm light to this house." >Your noises stop, leaving the music coming from the record player as the only noise in the house. "Do you really mean that?" >"Yes." "Then I'll stick around. B-but only because of the music and lights!" >"I'm fine with that. As long as you'll be around more often, I think I'll be a little happier."