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# Breakfast - Just a party

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1. >You are Shimmer Light... and you have a severe headache.
2. >You really didn't think Hexferry had it in her, but she's throwing a giant house party.
3. >It started in the afternoon.
4. >It's now past midnight.
5. >You've been trying to get to sleep for a few hours now, but the party is too loud to handle.
6. >You even tried sleeping in different ways, like with ear plugs in or moving to a different room.
7. >You're surprised they haven't received any complaints yet...
8. >... Well, you're just wasting your time trying to sleep now.
9. >You take your head out of the sink and position yourself on a safe part of the counter so you can properly get down.
10. >... That was your last resort way of getting to sleep.
11. >Needless to say, it didn't work either.
12. >You gently float down from the counter and land gracefully on your hooves.
13. >You're up but you don't know what to do.
14. >...
15. >Your house is already the cleanest thing in the village, so you don't need to clean more; you've already drawn three things in the past twenty-four hours, so you don't feel like drawing; and you generally aren't hungry until breakfast, no matter how long you stay up after dinner.
16. >...
17. >You have nothing to do.
18. >Through all of the music and clutter of voices next door, you can hear the sound of something breaking.
19. >... Glass, most likely. Maybe a vase.
20. >It sounded a lot like a vase breaking.
21. >Because you have nothing better to do, you peer into Hexferry's back yard through one of your beautiful windows.
22. >Sure enough, Hexferry is shooing a few moths away from a broken vase.
23. >Despite being midnight, she is illuminated quite well.
24. >... Most of that is from her house.
25. >It glows more than the sun does in a desert.
26. >You can't even look directly at it.
27. >Back to Hexferry, she looks... well, tired.
28. >And annoyed.
29. >Very annoyed.
30. >It's her own fault, holding a party of this caliber.
31. >... You now realize you don't know what the party is for.
33. >It's not a holiday, so it's likely a "party because we can" party.
34. >Unless she's celebrating a birthday.
35. >... Well, it isn't Hexferry's birthday, you're certain of that.
36. >She wouldn't invite nearly this many moths to her birthday party.
37. >... Come to think of it, who all is there?
38. >You know you saw the peach one, the yellow one and a few of the stallions being shooed away a few moments ago.
39. >That was just the tiny bit of her back yard you can see from this angle.
40. >How many moths are there?
41. >... Did she invite the whole town? That's the only way it could go unreported.
42. >If that's the case, you're the only one who won't show up, though you weren't invited so that's only natural.
43. >Hexferry is finally done picking up all of the glass from the vase and has thrown away the flowers it once contained.
44. >Good, those flowers were horrendous anyway.
45. >She moves to the side of the house, the one between your house and hers, to a place where she can't be seen from the back yard and she isn't in sight of any of her windows.
46. >But she's completely visible to you.
47. >She collapses to the ground.
48. >Her hooves go over her ears, likely to silence the deafening music.
49. >It won't do any good.
50. >You tried.
51. >You're trying right now.
52. >The music barely even got quieter.
53. >Her body quivers a bit, as though she is sobbing.
54. >You can't tell if she's crying, she put her face in the dirt when she put her hooves to her ears.
55. >You try to listen closer, to eavesdrop anything she may potentially say but to no avail.
56. >For a moment, you forgot there was music threatening to ruin your ability to hear forever.
57. >After a few minutes of laying there, Hexferry eventually gets up.
58. >You notice her face is coated in tears. She was crying. Her expression is one of brokenness.
59. >She's enjoying the party as much as you are.
60. >Good.
61. >Now if only everyone else was having a horrible time, everything would be close to perfect.
62. >Then if the party ended, everything would be completely perfect
64. >You move away from the window.
65. >You don't really care about anything else Hexferry is going to do, and you don't want to be seen.
66. >Another sound of breaking is made. This one sounded more like... a window.
67. >Not one of yours, thankfully. It sounded like it came from Hexferry's house.
68. >No surprise there.
69. >... You hear some yelling.
70. >Not yelling of anger, just yelling to be heard over the music.
71. >You make your way to another window, a different vantage point.
72. >You're now able to see Hexferry from the side.
73. >... You decide to stay behind the wall. This window is too... easy to see.
74. >You'd be spotted in an instant.
75. >On the bright side, you can hear them more clearly.
76. >"Them" being a moth you can't recognize by voice. There was a figure in a broken window still talking to Hexferry, but you didn't see who it was.
77. >Hexferry hardly even moved.
78. >"You sure?"
79. >"Yeah, it's... fine."
80. >The second voice was hers. It was too sad to be anyone else's.
81. >You hear nothing else from either of them.
82. >... Well, you've given more attention to this atrocity than you should've.
83. >Maybe one of the closets can keep enough sound out for you to be able to sleep.
84. >You almost turn away when you notice a pair of eyes looking directly at you.
85. >Hexferry.
86. >She looks away after only a moment.
87. >She must have moved just to be able to see you.
88. >... Did she see you? The only light in your house is coming from hers and you're not in its direct light.
89. >Either way, you aren't putting up with this anymore.
90. >You're going to stuff your bedroom closet so full of blankets, you'll hardly be able to move.
91. >At least you'll probably have enough sound resistance to sleep.
92. >...
93. >The party eventually died down and the guests left. In the morning, Hexferry had quite the mess to clean up.
94. >Her house looked horrid, especially next to your masterpiece.
95. >She spent all day cleaning.
96. >She won't think of having that horrible idea again soon.

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>You are Shimmer Light... and you have a severe headache. >You really didn't think Hexferry had it in her, but she's throwing a giant house party. >It started in the afternoon. >It's now past midnight. >You've been trying to get to sleep for a few hours now, but the party is too loud to handle. >You even tried sleeping in different ways, like with ear plugs in or moving to a different room. >You're surprised they haven't received any complaints yet... >... Well, you're just wasting your time trying to sleep now. >You take your head out of the sink and position yourself on a safe part of the counter so you can properly get down. >... That was your last resort way of getting to sleep. >Needless to say, it didn't work either. >You gently float down from the counter and land gracefully on your hooves. >You're up but you don't know what to do. >... >Your house is already the cleanest thing in the village, so you don't need to clean more; you've already drawn three things in the past twenty-four hours, so you don't feel like drawing; and you generally aren't hungry until breakfast, no matter how long you stay up after dinner. >... >You have nothing to do. >Through all of the music and clutter of voices next door, you can hear the sound of something breaking. >... Glass, most likely. Maybe a vase. >It sounded a lot like a vase breaking. >Because you have nothing better to do, you peer into Hexferry's back yard through one of your beautiful windows. >Sure enough, Hexferry is shooing a few moths away from a broken vase. >Despite being midnight, she is illuminated quite well. >... Most of that is from her house. >It glows more than the sun does in a desert. >You can't even look directly at it. >Back to Hexferry, she looks... well, tired. >And annoyed. >Very annoyed. >It's her own fault, holding a party of this caliber. >... You now realize you don't know what the party is for. >It's not a holiday, so it's likely a "party because we can" party. >Unless she's celebrating a birthday. >... Well, it isn't Hexferry's birthday, you're certain of that. >She wouldn't invite nearly this many moths to her birthday party. >... Come to think of it, who all is there? >You know you saw the peach one, the yellow one and a few of the stallions being shooed away a few moments ago. >That was just the tiny bit of her back yard you can see from this angle. >How many moths are there? >... Did she invite the whole town? That's the only way it could go unreported. >If that's the case, you're the only one who won't show up, though you weren't invited so that's only natural. >Hexferry is finally done picking up all of the glass from the vase and has thrown away the flowers it once contained. >Good, those flowers were horrendous anyway. >She moves to the side of the house, the one between your house and hers, to a place where she can't be seen from the back yard and she isn't in sight of any of her windows. >But she's completely visible to you. >She collapses to the ground. >Her hooves go over her ears, likely to silence the deafening music. >It won't do any good. >You tried. >You're trying right now. >The music barely even got quieter. >Her body quivers a bit, as though she is sobbing. >You can't tell if she's crying, she put her face in the dirt when she put her hooves to her ears. >You try to listen closer, to eavesdrop anything she may potentially say but to no avail. >For a moment, you forgot there was music threatening to ruin your ability to hear forever. >After a few minutes of laying there, Hexferry eventually gets up. >You notice her face is coated in tears. She was crying. Her expression is one of brokenness. >She's enjoying the party as much as you are. >Good. >Now if only everyone else was having a horrible time, everything would be close to perfect. >Then if the party ended, everything would be completely perfect >You move away from the window. >You don't really care about anything else Hexferry is going to do, and you don't want to be seen. >Another sound of breaking is made. This one sounded more like... a window. >Not one of yours, thankfully. It sounded like it came from Hexferry's house. >No surprise there. >... You hear some yelling. >Not yelling of anger, just yelling to be heard over the music. >You make your way to another window, a different vantage point. >You're now able to see Hexferry from the side. >... You decide to stay behind the wall. This window is too... easy to see. >You'd be spotted in an instant. >On the bright side, you can hear them more clearly. >"Them" being a moth you can't recognize by voice. There was a figure in a broken window still talking to Hexferry, but you didn't see who it was. >Hexferry hardly even moved. >"You sure?" >"Yeah, it's... fine." >The second voice was hers. It was too sad to be anyone else's. >You hear nothing else from either of them. >... Well, you've given more attention to this atrocity than you should've. >Maybe one of the closets can keep enough sound out for you to be able to sleep. >You almost turn away when you notice a pair of eyes looking directly at you. >Hexferry. >She looks away after only a moment. >She must have moved just to be able to see you. >... Did she see you? The only light in your house is coming from hers and you're not in its direct light. >Either way, you aren't putting up with this anymore. >You're going to stuff your bedroom closet so full of blankets, you'll hardly be able to move. >At least you'll probably have enough sound resistance to sleep. >... >The party eventually died down and the guests left. In the morning, Hexferry had quite the mess to clean up. >Her house looked horrid, especially next to your masterpiece. >She spent all day cleaning. >She won't think of having that horrible idea again soon.