>A hoof pops and starts feeling around the speaker
>Okay, someone definitely slipped something into your drink
>You see the speaker start to move again
>"Son of a bitch! It's tight in here!"
>Oh great, speakers can talk now
>At this point, you're contemplating on whether to cower and fear and climb into bed, or just watch this happen...
>You take another sip of your beer
>You then see a small head poke out from inside the speaker
>You spit the small mouthful of beer
>A bright orange pegasus pony with a darker orange mane and tail climbs out of the speaker
"Aw come on! What kind of drug is this?!"
>She stares at you blankly
>"A drug? Oh I get it... I'm no drug Anon, I'm the real deal, I can assure you that."
"How the fuck do you know my name?"
>"Aw c'mon Anon! Don't act like ya don't know me! We do stuff all the time."
"I don't know I don't know you I don't know you, this is all a hallucination."
>Just don't think about it, don't talk to it, and it will go away
>"Anon, you don't look so great."
>Your vision starts to go blurry just as she says that
>You feel yourself falling
>Falling... 'THUD'

...

>Oh god
>You wake up blearily
>It feels like someone has smashed you over the head with a two by four multiple times
>The previous events start to come back to you
>Sheesh, you gotta be more careful at nightclubs
>Your covered in your bed sheets and blanket
>That's... odd
>You roll over and see that same pony
>She is laying beside you, sleeping, her head on one hoof, making adorable little snores
>For a moment the 'D'aww' takes over
>But, shit, that was no fucking drug
"Who are you, what are you? And how did you get her?" you mumble to yourself
>It was then that you remember seeing something about these ponies on the news a little while ago
>You remember a cute little blue pony
>You remember how they treated her
>How they locked her up like a zoo animal 
>You know about the My Little Pony craze, but you were never involved with it in any way
>And now, you have an incredibly cute little pony in your condo, peacefully sleeping
>You try to clear your mind of all the questions, buzzing around, making you anxious
>You reach out your hand, and touch her mane. It's smooth as fuck
>You run your hand down her neck, and across her back
>Your arm brushes her wing
>Her eyes flutter open slowly
>You draw your hand back
>She stares up at you, expectantly, her head still on her hoof
>"Why did you stop?" She asks quietly 
>You continue to stroke her smooth mane
>Her eyes close again, as she lets out a small coo
>You don't even like ponies, but for some reason your heart just feels like it's about to melt
>The questions race back into your head
>Your stroking pace picks up
>Her eyes open again
>Way to ruin the moment fucktard...
>She stands up and stretches
>You watch as her front hooves press outwards, then her wings unfurl as she arcs her back
>Wow, what a beautiful... creature
>"How are you feeling, Anon?" She says in a voice unusually cheery than any other you have heard first thing in the morning
"Uh, fine I guess." 
>"You seemed pretty confused last night."
"Still am."
>You notice some sort of marking on her butt
>It's the audacity symbol
>"Anon? My face is over here." 
>You look and notice she is blushing a little
>hnnggg
"Uh yeah."
>"Last night for some reason I was pulled out of your computer, I don't know why, but all I was doing was hiding under that one dance beat you never use."
"Whoa whoa whoa slow down, you lived in my computer?"
>"I always lived in there! From the moment I left the server. Anon, you need mental help."
"Shut up and get to the point..."
>"That's pretty much all, but let me give you a refresh. You used me pretty much every day for your music stuff, life was good and all, living it day by day, watching you browse the internet, and then I got shoved out of your blasted computer."
>You get up and slide your laptop out of your bag
>You open it up and look at your desktop shortcuts
>Audacity is gone
>You look through your windows start
>Still gone
>You look through your programs
>There is no fucking sign of Audacity anywhere
>Not only that, but every fucking audacity file is gone
>There is also no sign of it ever being used in your laptops system log
>"Do you get it now Anon?" She says as she stares up at you with a small smirk