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# Nuke-Actias 4

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1. >"I can't do this."
2. >The little moth pony buzzes in frustration as you stop the record player.
3. "Yes you can. You can't just give up, Actias."
4. >She stomps past you as she leaves the room.
5. "Actias, come on!"
6. >"Anon, please! Let me take a break. We've been at this for the past six hours!"
7. >Her voice starts to squeak the louder she yells.
8. >"I'm sorry I yelled."
9. "It's alright. We should take a break for a little bit."
10. >"Thank you."
11. >The frustrated mare trots off, into the kitchen.
12. >You sigh and shake your head.
13. >It might be a good time to get some piano practice in.
14. >Crossing the hall and unlocking the door to the room opposite the Light Room, you smile to yourself.
15. >Ordinarily, the room wouldn't be locked, but since you have what may be a permanent guest living with you, it was better to play things safe.
16. >As you turn the light on and shut the door behind you, a beautiful grand piano enters your field of vision.
17. >The rest of the room is almost completely barren, save for a small table with a little picture in a wooden frame sitting on it.
18. >Pictured are you, a mare, and a filly sitting under a large oak tree, smiling in pure bliss.
19. >You smile at the picture before sitting down at the piano.
20. "You two have a song in mind?"
21. >Complete silence meets your ears.
22. "Nocturne Op. 72 No. 1 by Chopin? Again?"
23. >As you shake your head and chuckle a little bit, you start to play.
24. "I don't mind playing it, but you could request something different once in a while."
25. >Your cheeks burn and your throat tightens as you play.
26. >A tear rolls from your eye as you finish the piece.
27. "I shouldn't be dwelling on this."
28. >"Anon?"
29. >Startled, you stand and run to the door.
30. >Actias slips inside before you can close it.
31. >"I heard you playing, so I came to watch."
32. "I don't want you in here. You can't be in here."
33. >"Why not?"
34. >She sits down on the piano bench and looks up at you.
35. "It's a long story."
36. >You make the mistake of glancing over at the picture.
37. >Actias follows your gaze, her eyes locking to the frame.
38. >Everything slows down as she reaches over to it.
39. >You rush over and take it out of her hooves.
40. >"What is that?"
41. "It's a picture."
42. >"Who are the ponies in it?"
43. "It's a long story."
44. >"We have time."
45. "No we don't. We have to practice for those auditions."
46. >"Oh, come on! We've been practicing all day!"
47. >Two hooves press against your chest as she stands up and stares into your eyes.
48. >"Please? If you tell me, I promise I won't ask for a break tomorrow."
49. "It isn't important, but since you're going to promise that, I'll give you the short answer."
50. >You set the picture back down on the table and pick the moth pony up.
51. >As you walk out of the room, you begin to speak.
52. "They were friends of mine, a long time ago."
53. >"How long ago?"
54. "I don't remember."
55. >"Oh. What happened to them?"
56. "Shenanigans."
57. >"You won't tell me?"
58. "No, because it isn't important."
59. >"It's important."
60. >You sigh and walk toward the kitchen.
61. "Actias, please. Just drop it."
62. >She nuzzles your neck and buzzes.
63. >"Sorry."
64. >A jar of nectar sits on the counter, unopened.
65. "Couldn't get this open?"
66. >"No. I came to ask you for help, but I got distracted by you playing."
67. "Oh. Well, then. Let's get this open so you can eat."
68. >Actias hops down and sits on a stool beside the counter.
69. >You open the jar and pass it to her before turning to prepare your own lunch.
70. >Bread, veggies, meat.
71. >Meat.
72. >You look down at your meatless sandwich.
73. "Don't cry, Anon."
74. >Even though you've gone a very long time without meat, its delicious flavor still haunts your memories.
75. >"Anon, are you okay?"
76. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Just missing something that use to be in my life."
77. >"Those ponies?"
78. "No! For the love of all that's good, no! It isn't them, it will never be them, they are gone, I've moved on."
79. >Shaking your head, you turn to her and walk over to the counter.
80. "Please don't bring them up anymore."
81. >She nods and goes back to drinking the nectar.
82. >That long tongue of hers dips into the jar as she holds it up to her mouth.
83. >It's a horrific sight.
84. >You cringe and stare at your sandwich.
85. "I don't want this anymore."
86. >"I'll eat it!"
87. >The moth mare slurps her tongue out of the jar and then flutters over to you.
88. >Almost as soon as you hand her the sandwich, her tongue wraps all around it before pulling it into her mouth.
89. >She keeps eye contact with you the entire time she chews.
90. >It is one of the most disturbing displays you have ever seen.
91. >Unblinking, ever-staring, rhythmic chewing.
92. "Please stop."
93. >"Stop what?"
94. >Bits of sandwich fall from her mouth.
95. "One, talking when you have food in your mouth, and two, staring at me while you eat."
96. >"But I like how you look."
97. >More food falls out of her mouth.
98. "What'd I just say?"
99. >She swallows the sandwich and takes a sip of nectar.
100. >"Sorry."
101. "Are you done? We need to practice."
102. >"Actually, I want to listen to you play the piano some more."
103. "You aren't allowed in there."
104. >"Oh come on! You can't be serious!"
105. "I'm very serious."
106. >"I won't ask about the picture, I won't say anything, I'll sit perfectly still and listen to you play!"
107. "No."
108. >"Please!"
109. >You brush your hand over your face and look into her eyes.
110. "Fine."
111. >"Really?!"
112. "Yes, but you're going to do exactly what you said you would."
113. >"I will!"
114. >Actias latches onto you with a big grin slapped onto her face.
115. >The rest of the day was going to be absolutely wonderful.
116. >"What do you want me to play?"
117. >You look around the room and smile softly before tilting your head.
118. "I don't know, what can you play?"
119. >Anon slowly turns his head to glare at you.
120. >"Wasn't talking to you."
121. >Hooves over your mouth in embarrassment, you squeak softly.
122. "Sorry."
123. >Anon shakes his head and ignores you as he nods softly.
124. >"Ah, some Rimsky-Korsakov. You challenge me."
125. >He isn't right in the head.
126. >Talking to himself?
127. >Answering himself?
128. >He's definitely a strange one, but he's kind when he wants to be.
129. >Plus he has nice lights and music.
130. >He starts to play an incredibly fast piece, his fingers flying over the keys faster than you can keep up with.
131. >A feeling of awe comes over you as you approach him and sit beside the piano bench.
132. >The rapidity of the notes makes the piece feel like it passes quickly.
133. >Maybe a minute, two tops, pass before Anon finishes playing.
134. "What was that one called?"
135. >"Flight of the Bumblebee."
136. "Is that supposed to be an insult?!"
137. >"No? That's the name of the piece. Flight of the Bumblebee, by Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov."
138. "It sounds like an insult. Can we call it Flight of the Mothpony from now on?"
139. >"No. I don't see how it's insulting."
140. "I don't like bees."
141. >"What does that even have to do with the piece?"
142. "The piece itself? Nothing. I just don't like the name."
143. >Anon sneers at you and rolls his eyes.
144. >"I won't tolerate such Philestinian thoughts in my house. It's Flight of the Bumblebee."
145. "Fine! I just won't practice for the rest of the day."
146. >He waves his hand and stares down at the keys.
147. >His cheeks turn red as he swallows.
148. >You climb into his lap and hug him around the neck.
149. "I'm sorry, Anon."
150. >Anon wraps his arms around you and buries his face into your neck fluff.
151. >"You didn't do anything, Actias."
152. "Are we still going to practice?"
153. >"No, no. I think we're done for the day."
154. >You pat his back with a hoof.
155. "I'll practice all day tomorrow. No complaints."
156. >He smiles against your fluff.
157. >"We'll decide on an audition song and practice that, alright?"
158. "Alright."
159. >"In the meantime, you've been up all day and need to sleep."
160. >His fingers brush over your feelers as he strokes your mane.
161. "I'll sleep through the night, with you. Then we can practice together for a longer amount of time."
162. >Anon laughs softly as he hugs you tighter.
163. >"Well, you can have the bed you and your friends decided to tear up. I'll take the couch."
164. "Hey! Don't blame that on me, I tried to fix it!"
165. >You squeak angrily and buzz your wings a little bit.
166. >"Calm down. You can have the couch if you want."
167. "But you'll be cold if you're alone."
168. >"I can cover up with blankets."
169. "We can cover up with blankets."
170. >You put a little bit of emphasis on the "we."
171. >"I guess I can get behind that idea."
172. >He pinches your nose gently as he stands with you in his arms.
173. >"We can listen to more music and play with whatever lights you haven't turned into a drumset. Alright?"
174. "Sounds good to me!"
175. >Anon carries you out of the piano room.
176. >You smile softly at the picture frame.
177. "I'll take care of him for you."

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>"I can't do this." >The little moth pony buzzes in frustration as you stop the record player. "Yes you can. You can't just give up, Actias." >She stomps past you as she leaves the room. "Actias, come on!" >"Anon, please! Let me take a break. We've been at this for the past six hours!" >Her voice starts to squeak the louder she yells. >"I'm sorry I yelled." "It's alright. We should take a break for a little bit." >"Thank you." >The frustrated mare trots off, into the kitchen. >You sigh and shake your head. >It might be a good time to get some piano practice in. >Crossing the hall and unlocking the door to the room opposite the Light Room, you smile to yourself. >Ordinarily, the room wouldn't be locked, but since you have what may be a permanent guest living with you, it was better to play things safe. >As you turn the light on and shut the door behind you, a beautiful grand piano enters your field of vision. >The rest of the room is almost completely barren, save for a small table with a little picture in a wooden frame sitting on it. >Pictured are you, a mare, and a filly sitting under a large oak tree, smiling in pure bliss. >You smile at the picture before sitting down at the piano. "You two have a song in mind?" >Complete silence meets your ears. "Nocturne Op. 72 No. 1 by Chopin? Again?" >As you shake your head and chuckle a little bit, you start to play. "I don't mind playing it, but you could request something different once in a while." >Your cheeks burn and your throat tightens as you play. >A tear rolls from your eye as you finish the piece. "I shouldn't be dwelling on this." >"Anon?" >Startled, you stand and run to the door. >Actias slips inside before you can close it. >"I heard you playing, so I came to watch." "I don't want you in here. You can't be in here." >"Why not?" >She sits down on the piano bench and looks up at you. "It's a long story." >You make the mistake of glancing over at the picture. >Actias follows your gaze, her eyes locking to the frame. >Everything slows down as she reaches over to it. >You rush over and take it out of her hooves. >"What is that?" "It's a picture." >"Who are the ponies in it?" "It's a long story." >"We have time." "No we don't. We have to practice for those auditions." >"Oh, come on! We've been practicing all day!" >Two hooves press against your chest as she stands up and stares into your eyes. >"Please? If you tell me, I promise I won't ask for a break tomorrow." "It isn't important, but since you're going to promise that, I'll give you the short answer." >You set the picture back down on the table and pick the moth pony up. >As you walk out of the room, you begin to speak. "They were friends of mine, a long time ago." >"How long ago?" "I don't remember." >"Oh. What happened to them?" "Shenanigans." >"You won't tell me?" "No, because it isn't important." >"It's important." >You sigh and walk toward the kitchen. "Actias, please. Just drop it." >She nuzzles your neck and buzzes. >"Sorry." >A jar of nectar sits on the counter, unopened. "Couldn't get this open?" >"No. I came to ask you for help, but I got distracted by you playing." "Oh. Well, then. Let's get this open so you can eat." >Actias hops down and sits on a stool beside the counter. >You open the jar and pass it to her before turning to prepare your own lunch. >Bread, veggies, meat. >Meat. >You look down at your meatless sandwich. "Don't cry, Anon." >Even though you've gone a very long time without meat, its delicious flavor still haunts your memories. >"Anon, are you okay?" "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Just missing something that use to be in my life." >"Those ponies?" "No! For the love of all that's good, no! It isn't them, it will never be them, they are gone, I've moved on." >Shaking your head, you turn to her and walk over to the counter. "Please don't bring them up anymore." >She nods and goes back to drinking the nectar. >That long tongue of hers dips into the jar as she holds it up to her mouth. >It's a horrific sight. >You cringe and stare at your sandwich. "I don't want this anymore." >"I'll eat it!" >The moth mare slurps her tongue out of the jar and then flutters over to you. >Almost as soon as you hand her the sandwich, her tongue wraps all around it before pulling it into her mouth. >She keeps eye contact with you the entire time she chews. >It is one of the most disturbing displays you have ever seen. >Unblinking, ever-staring, rhythmic chewing. "Please stop." >"Stop what?" >Bits of sandwich fall from her mouth. "One, talking when you have food in your mouth, and two, staring at me while you eat." >"But I like how you look." >More food falls out of her mouth. "What'd I just say?" >She swallows the sandwich and takes a sip of nectar. >"Sorry." "Are you done? We need to practice." >"Actually, I want to listen to you play the piano some more." "You aren't allowed in there." >"Oh come on! You can't be serious!" "I'm very serious." >"I won't ask about the picture, I won't say anything, I'll sit perfectly still and listen to you play!" "No." >"Please!" >You brush your hand over your face and look into her eyes. "Fine." >"Really?!" "Yes, but you're going to do exactly what you said you would." >"I will!" >Actias latches onto you with a big grin slapped onto her face. >The rest of the day was going to be absolutely wonderful. >"What do you want me to play?" >You look around the room and smile softly before tilting your head. "I don't know, what can you play?" >Anon slowly turns his head to glare at you. >"Wasn't talking to you." >Hooves over your mouth in embarrassment, you squeak softly. "Sorry." >Anon shakes his head and ignores you as he nods softly. >"Ah, some Rimsky-Korsakov. You challenge me." >He isn't right in the head. >Talking to himself? >Answering himself? >He's definitely a strange one, but he's kind when he wants to be. >Plus he has nice lights and music. >He starts to play an incredibly fast piece, his fingers flying over the keys faster than you can keep up with. >A feeling of awe comes over you as you approach him and sit beside the piano bench. >The rapidity of the notes makes the piece feel like it passes quickly. >Maybe a minute, two tops, pass before Anon finishes playing. "What was that one called?" >"Flight of the Bumblebee." "Is that supposed to be an insult?!" >"No? That's the name of the piece. Flight of the Bumblebee, by Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov." "It sounds like an insult. Can we call it Flight of the Mothpony from now on?" >"No. I don't see how it's insulting." "I don't like bees." >"What does that even have to do with the piece?" "The piece itself? Nothing. I just don't like the name." >Anon sneers at you and rolls his eyes. >"I won't tolerate such Philestinian thoughts in my house. It's Flight of the Bumblebee." "Fine! I just won't practice for the rest of the day." >He waves his hand and stares down at the keys. >His cheeks turn red as he swallows. >You climb into his lap and hug him around the neck. "I'm sorry, Anon." >Anon wraps his arms around you and buries his face into your neck fluff. >"You didn't do anything, Actias." "Are we still going to practice?" >"No, no. I think we're done for the day." >You pat his back with a hoof. "I'll practice all day tomorrow. No complaints." >He smiles against your fluff. >"We'll decide on an audition song and practice that, alright?" "Alright." >"In the meantime, you've been up all day and need to sleep." >His fingers brush over your feelers as he strokes your mane. "I'll sleep through the night, with you. Then we can practice together for a longer amount of time." >Anon laughs softly as he hugs you tighter. >"Well, you can have the bed you and your friends decided to tear up. I'll take the couch." "Hey! Don't blame that on me, I tried to fix it!" >You squeak angrily and buzz your wings a little bit. >"Calm down. You can have the couch if you want." "But you'll be cold if you're alone." >"I can cover up with blankets." "We can cover up with blankets." >You put a little bit of emphasis on the "we." >"I guess I can get behind that idea." >He pinches your nose gently as he stands with you in his arms. >"We can listen to more music and play with whatever lights you haven't turned into a drumset. Alright?" "Sounds good to me!" >Anon carries you out of the piano room. >You smile softly at the picture frame. "I'll take care of him for you."