Hello friends! This is yet another chapter of this story. This time, we're back to Nuclear Necrosis, and the royalists. Onwards, mine mighty steed, thine wit is sharp as thine sword! Huzzah!

Nuclear was growing annoyed by the knocking. Someone, or perhaps something, was at his door, kicking it loudly. Once again, he cast his mind back, searching for a reason he should open the door. He hadn't ordered a package, his food delivery wasn't until Friday, he hated social contact with a vengeance, and he was hungry.

"Keep knocking all you want, I'm not opening the door." He shouted, as he returned to his canvas. Oddly enough, for someone so destructive and violent, Nuclear loved to paint. He found it so easy and enjoyable, his guilty pleasure, to paint, his brush flowing with emotions as he would paint image after image after image. Or perhaps his destructive and violent nature was the reason he was so at ease when painting, the raw, unbridled emotion being thrown onto the pure white of the canvas in the form of blues and red, yellows and greens.

That bloody knocking. Disturbing his peace again. Whoever it was, they were persistent, he'd give them that. All his life, Nuclear had lived by a simple code. If something is annoying you, deal with it.

"What the fuck do you want that is so important, you won't leave me alone?" He shouted as he yanked open the door. Stood, slightly shocked at the sudden appearance, was a single royal courier. Dressed in simple grey garments, his messenger bag hanging loosely, he soon recovered his stature. Taking a small scroll out of his bag, he held it up and read aloud.

"To the attention of Nuclear Necrosis." He read, beginning to shake slightly as the unicorn he'd named glared at him, intense yellows eyes that seemed to stare into his soul. He swallowed nervously, and continued. "You are hereby invited to a royal meeting, to be held at Canterlot…" He glanced up slightly, flinching at the staring unicorn. "From, Princess Twilight…" He finished in a whisper as Nuclear leaned in closely.

Nuclear whispered "If you ever, ever, think about knocking on my door again, I'll cut your hooves off and leave you hanging, covered in honey, over a fire ant nest until each and every morsel of you is gone and devoured, your clean white skeleton left to serve a warning to any others who dare disturb me." He said, with a small smile. The courier was shaking violently, and he seemed to be sweating heavily. "Now, leave."

Without needing another word, the Courier ran off faster than he'd ever run before, eager and relieved to have escaped the unicorn and his unending, deathlike stare. Nuclear himself, though, picked up the scroll he had dropped, and walked back inside.

"So, the Princess twilight wants to speak to me?" He snorted, and began to throw the scroll aside, when he saw more to the letter. He unrolled it again, and began to read it aloud, in mock politeness and a very bad impression of the princess.

"We wish to speak to you about urgent matters, regarding your previous 'message' to us, as well as a proposal of business. Please, attend the meeting as soon as possible, and preferably without another 'gift'." He said, with a slight chuckle as he remembered the last time he'd been to Canterlot.

"Alright. Fine, I needed to go and pick up some new paints anyway." He said to himself with a slight sneer. Throwing the scroll to the side, he pinned it to the mantelpiece with a knife, then went up to his room to pack.