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- >Tink.
- >Tink tink.
- >Tinktinktinktinktinktink.
- >The sound of a hard, velvety structure tapping against a thin glass pane echoes through a small, brightly lit room.
- "What do you want?"
- >"Let me in, I want to get a closer look at your lights!"
- >Tink tink tink.
- "Aren't there other lights for you to see? You know, street lights, porch lights, flood-lights?"
- >"I've already seen all of those in this town."
- "Go to another town."
- >"No!"
- >A very heavy sigh finds its way out of your mouth.
- "If I let you in, will you go away as soon as you're done?"
- >The odd terror gives a soft nod as she bumps her head into your window.
- >Tink.
- >She darts into the room almost as soon as the window slides up.
- >Her hooves and antennae start tapping against your desk lamp as this curious pony invades your home.
- >"What kind of light is this?"
- >You shrug and give her an aggravated look.
- >"I like it. Can I keep it?"
- "Will it make you go away faster?"
- >"Yes!"
- "Then take it."
- >She starts to giggle as she carefully unscrews the lightbulb from your lamp.
- >Even as it loses its glow, the mothpony continues tapping on the bulb's glass.
- "Has anyone ever told you how obnoxious you are?"
- >A bright smile forms across her lips as she nods enthusiastically.
- >"I always learned to take it as a compliment! After all, why let someone keep you down when you're enjoying the little things in life?"
- >That is oddly... profound.
- >Maybe these mothponies aren't only about tapping on glass, admiring lights, and eating cloth.
- >Yet, as you contemplate the intelligence of her statement, you hear the soft ripping of fabric behind you.
- >"These are gross!"
- >She's eating your sheets and blankets.
- >Or, less eating, more ripping them apart, chewing on the strands of fabric, and then spitting them out on the floor in disgust.
- >"Do you have anything fresher? Maybe a freshly cleaned silk sheet?"
- "No."
- >Rip.
- >Chew.
- >Spit.
- "Please stop that. I sleep on those, and need them for warmth."
- >"Oh, sorry."
- >She hops off of your bed and starts scooping the discarded strands of fabric up.
- >In a desperate attempt to appease your well-masked anger, she starts wringing the spit from the discarded fabric and lays them upon your bed.
- >"I-I'm sorry. I'll be leaving now."
- >With the lightbulb shoved into her mouth, she leaps out of your window.
- >Once more, you sigh.
- >She'll be back tomorrow night.
- >And the night after that.
- >With this same scenario playing out.
- >It's like Hell, except the demon that tortures you is an adorable mothpony.
- >But you've gotten used to it, even after the few days that it's occurred.
- >Maybe she'll stay a little longer tomorrow night.
- >"Get down from there."
- "But you'll grab me and throw me out!"
- >"And for good reason."
- >He's being mean again.
- >He tries so hard to hide his resentment for you.
- >It isn't your fault he coaxed you into his living room.
- >It isn't your fault he has a lot of really nice lights.
- >Ok, so he only has two or three incredibly droll looking lamps with plain, dusty lampshades on them.
- >But still, they're lights.
- >Well, they used to be.
- >You kind of shattered them in your excitement.
- >"I'm not going to tell you again. Get down."
- >He's pointing that portable light at you.
- "But I'm sorry!"
- >"I don't care."
- >You really are sorry.
- >He has the best lights in town.
- >Lights on windows that show moving pictures.
- >Lights on little screens that also make sounds and music.
- >Lights that glow different colors and flash in patterns and sequences.
- >His house is so magical!
- >"Look, you can either get down off of my ceiling right now, or I can get a broom and start hitting you with it."
- >You look up, or down depending on who's looking where.
- "I just wanted to be friends with you."
- >"I don't need friends. And besides, what do I have to offer you by way of friendship? And don't say lights or cloth."
- >You scrunch your face up in thought, that bright portable light shining on your face.
- >"That's what I thought. Please leave."
- >Defeated, you drop from the ceiling and stand in front of your host.
- >As you slowly walk past him, toward the door, you sigh.
- "I'm sorry."
- >He opens it for you, but just as you take off, you hear his voice.
- >"It's okay."
- >No animosity, no anger.
- >Just a hint of sincerity and loneliness.
- >The door closes, leaving you in the dark of the night.
- >Alone, with no company but the stars and the moon, and the occasional hoot of an owl.
- >You flutter back down to stand on his porch, a small whisper escaping your lips.
- "Please, open the door and let me stay the night."
- >But as hopeful as you are, the knob does not twist.
- >The door does not open.
- >And that strange, hairless creature does not welcome you back into his warm home.
- >It really was okay.
- >You didn't even like those lamps.
- >She did, you didn't.
- >The first day you met her, she tapped on that window for hours.
- >You didn't let her in.
- >The second day, you just closed the curtains and ignored her.
- >The third day, she spoke.
- >Her soft voice felt like velvet being rubbed in your ears.
- >Even then, you ignored her.
- >Last night, you let her into your home through your bedroom window.
- >Tonight you let her into more of the house.
- >A person can change, given enough incentive.
- >That mothpony might have found her way into more than just your home.
- "Open the door, Anon. She didn't leave, she's out there waiting."
- >The door acts as a brace for your head as you lean upon it.
- >Looking back into your living room, the now dark interior seems cold and uninviting.
- >A stark contrast to when that little mothpony was in here just a few seconds ago.
- >She adds a little bit of excitement to your life, and it's only been five days.
- "Just open the door."
- >Your hand fondles the doorknob, its cold metal warming to your touch.
- >It twists with little resistance.
- >The door swings open, revealing the night, as you step back.
- "Gone."
- >You don't even know her name.
- "She'll be back tomorrow. Just like every night."
- >The door closes once more as you return to your lonely life in your dark house.
- >Tink.
- >She's late.
- >Tink tink.
- >But she's back.
- >Tinktinktinktinktinktink.
- >You rush to the window and open it just before she can tap her head against it again.
- >"O-oh! Hello!"
- "Hey."
- >"Why are you smiling?"
- "No reason. Come in."
- >She hesitates before fluttering inside.
- >"You're kind of scaring me."
- "Why?"
- >"Well... You've been kind of mean."
- >She stays close to the window, obviously wary that you might try something.
- >You look away from her, shaking your head softly.
- "I'm sorry."
- >"What?"
- "I'm sorry, for how I've treated you. All you wanted was to see the lights, and I did more damage by trying to keep you away."
- >Her antennae droop a little bit, her eyes locking onto you.
- >"What are you saying?"
- >A hand rubs over your face as you let out an exasperated groan.
- "Do you want to go see the lights?"
- >She shifts uncomfortably from hoof to hoof, unsure of what your intentions are.
- >After a few moments of silent contemplation, she perks up and nods.
- >"Yes!"
- "Well then, let's go."
- >She closes the window before following you out of your bedroom.
- >The lights in the hall turn on with a flick of the switch.
- >They grab the little mothpony's attention.
- >"I like these."
- "There are more lights in the room on the left."
- >"Can I look at these some more?"
- "You'll have plenty of time to look at those later."
- >"Later?"
- >Without answering her, you walk into the room on the left.
- >She bumps into the wall as she follows, her eyes still locked to the hallway lights.
- "What's up with you and lights anyway?"
- >A shrug is offered.
- >"As far as I know, all mothponies are attracted to lights."
- "Weird."
- >"Can I see the new lights now?"
- "Of course."
- >With a flick of yet another switch, the entire room lights up.
- >Lights of all colors, bulbs of all shapes, and flashing LEDs with an assortment of patterns litter the walls and floor.
- >Definitely an epileptic's nightmare.
- >"Wow!"
- "Do you like it?"
- >"I love it!"
- >Her soft wings flare out in excitement as she starts cantering all around the room, from the floor to the ceiling, tapping on all of the lights.
- >"Have you always had all of these?"
- "Some are from the holidays, others I went out and bought."
- >"Bought? Why?"
- "For you."
- >She stares at you from the ceiling, a quizzical look distorting her normally cheery expression.
- >"For me?"
- "To say I was really sorry about making you leave."
- >"You didn't have to."
- >You chuckle as you sit down in front of a lava lamp.
- "I wanted to."
- >"Why?"
- "People change, given enough incentive."
- >She climbs down from the ceiling and sits beside you, her eyes gluing to the lamp.
- >"Do you mind?"
- >She points to your lap.
- >As you pat your leg, she makes herself comfortable against you.
- >Reflexively, be it from crippling loneliness or a sense of security, you hug the mothpony from behind.
- "I never got your name."
- >"It's Actias."
- "I'm Anon. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."
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