Fallout: Equestria – Pink Eyes – CHAPTER 10: Identity


Edited by uSea CHAPTER 10: Identity
In the desert you can remember your name, ’cause there ain’t no one for to give you
no pain. DAY 9 – TIME approximately 2:00 A.M. – LOCATION:
Sun City Downtown, Big 52 SC Branch “Fuck this headache, I can’t sleep…” Henrietta
rubbed her sorry head. Puppy was a good aim and had a fair bit of strength when it came
to throwing things, and now the young griffon was paying the toll of Puppy’s skill. The
day had been a hard one with a lot of work, dismantling the buildings in the outer belt
and bringing the materials to the residential area. If the young griffon hadn’t had that
wound she would have been asleep like everyone else. “Next time I see that yellow devil I’m going
to spank her so bad that her rump could be used as a landing signal during foggy nights.”
By the way, what was the foal doing in Sun City? The whole place was a trap, with that
hypnotic buzz that could bend your will and- Henri’s eyes widened in sudden realization
as she muttered to herself, “Wait a single eggfucking second… the buzz is gone… the
damn buzz is gone, I can think clearly! I’ve got to get out of here!” The half eagle stood
up, spreading her wings ready to take flight, but froze in place as soon as she noticed
the other griffins; there were five of them in the room: two were the Talons that she
tried to lose by diving into this fucking place, while the other three had the Talons
tattoos but wore no armor and didn’t appear to be armed. “At last it’s payback time…” A cruel grin
appeared on Henri’s beak while she unsheathed her bowie knife and stepped toward the first
sleeping griffon. She was one of the unarmored ones, deeply sleeping because of the day’s
hard work. The young half-eagle moved slowly and silently, like a serpent in the grass,
approaching her victim from behind, ready to grasp her beak and slit her throat; very
slowly she leaned over her victim’s head and… then the vengeance craving griffon noticed
the eggs. “Oh fuck, please no…” The fire in Henrietta’s
eyes died as she looked at the two eggs that the griffon was hugging in her sleep. Rage
became hesitation and the griffon’s resolve shattered: killing a mother in her sleep was
beyond any hunger for revenge she had… but the other four, on the other claw… The other four what? Two were just victims
of the place, one of them could have been the father of those eggs, besides they were
totally unarmed and possibly didn’t have anything against her… and the two that chased her
inside Sun City were sleeping hard enough that she was going to be miles away when they
realized that she was gone. What was the point in killing them like this? “Not fair, I’m no backstabber…” Henrietta
turned on her tail and headed for the door, but stopped as she noticed a spot of pink
in a corner of the room. Willy Fail, Stinky Mail or a name like that… Puppy’s doll.
Hell, she had almost forgotten about the doll, “Oh fuck, Puppy!” Stupid feather head, she
had almost forgotten about the foal! DAY 9 – TIME approximately 2:30 A.M. – LOCATION:
Sun City Downtown, Big 52 SC Branch Sitting in the red shadows of the control
room, Puppy was still confused: she had no idea about who could be that mare’s voice
that visited her before mister Voice came back, but she wasn’t sure if this newcomer
was a pretty pony. Even thinking about that scary mare talking in her head was enough
to send shivers down her back and to make her hope that she wasn’t going to return any
time soon. Luckily enough, Puppy was now in good company
again and this meant that whatever problems the mare’s voice could create they would be
far enough away to let Puppy think about more pressing matters. First things first, finding
her a name, since miss Voice was already taken… “Ah, she’s a she, so miss is okay, and she
is… ah… scary? Scary Voice? Sounds wrong…” Puppy frowned, this was going to be a hard
nut to crack… “Head Voice? Meh… Nightmare Voice? Too long… I know! Creepy Voice, because
she is creepy! Yay!” The HUD on the helmet tinged, informing Puppy
that the mission ‘shaping nightmares’ was successfully accomplished. Yes, Puppysmiles
was just this good and nothing could stop her, not even finding names for things. Okay,
maybe something long to read could still be a mighty foe… and if she had to count things
that were more than her hooves… and even opening pickle jars, that had always been
an impossible feat… but everything else was just easy game, right! Go Puppy! Now that the cheering was done it was time
to undertake part two of her master plan: finding Henri and getting out of here as quick
as a pony at the Running of the Leaves. “Okie dokie, mister Voice where’s Henri?” “Henrietta Firebright set as primary target.”
The arrow on the compass integrated in Puppy’s helmet disappeared and reappeared pointing
to the filly’s left, displaying a distance in meters that rapidly diminished until it
reached a single digit. “Yay! It’s adventure ti-” BLAM! CRASH! BLAM! One of the windows exploded, and with a flutter
of wings a young griffon wielding a pair of .45 pistols blitzed inside the room through
a cloud of glass and zipping bullets. “Hold on Puppy I’m here!” The griffon tumbled across
the floor trying to identify any possible hostile target, fired twice at the lights
in the ceiling, which plunged the room into darkness and jumped behind a desk, before
upturning it to use as an improvised barrier, all in the space of just a few seconds. A smile grew across Puppy’s muzzle as she
watched the show; wow, this was so cool! Henry was totally the best pony, she was like that
griffon in that movie, Liòn: the Professional… the young filly stomped her hooves on the
floor, cheering her friend’s performance. “Wohoo! Go Henry, you rock! Way to go!” A
couple of bullets narrowly missed Puppy’s helmet before the young gunslinger recognized
her friend. “Lie flat on the floor Puppy, I’m taking care
of them! Leave this little pony alone, you brain eaters!” “Wut?” The filly tilted her head with a curious
expression. Noticing that nopony was firing back and that
there was no movement in the room, a thought suddenly struck her: could it be that the
filly wasn’t actually in danger? Henrietta smiled in embarrassment as she stopped acting
like a special forces pony and took a decent look around; putting away her guns, the griffon
stroked back the feathers on her forehead and assumed a cool demeanor. “Hey Puppy, still
all in one piece?” The filly checked her legs and tail, then
smiled and nodded to her friend. “Yup, I forgot nothing! Is Silky Tail alright?” “Your doll? Sure, want it back?” Henrietta
grabbed the pink plushie and waved it; Puppy shook her head. “Nopey mopey, she is fine with you. I asked
her to keep an eye on you and she warned me that you were in danger, so I came here but
at the beginning you were all grumpy and scolded me then you flied away and didn’t want to
talk with me anymore, so I waited for the night because I had this super duper mega
plan but before I had to say to the mayor that his town was ugly but then the mayor
wasn’t a mayor but a stoopid voice that told me bad things but I was smarter and he said
he was sorry and now he’s gone away, so I’m smarter than Blue Voice.” Henrietta rose a claw. “Wait wait wait! I
see you moving your muzzle but all I hear is blah blah blah: all of this makes no sense
and we are in a hurry. Everyone is sleeping right now, but very soon someone will wake
up and realize that the buzz is gone. This place is filled with enclave pegasi, talon
griffins and ponies from at least two different tribes and they are all sitting on a fortified
source of pure water and fresh food.” Puppy tilted her head in confusion. “Uh, okie
dokie?” The griffon facepalmed. “Alright, simple version:
in a couple of hours Tranquility Lane will become War Zone: Sun City and we have to get
our tails out of here before that happens, capeesh?” “War zone? Like when ponies are mean with
each other?” asked Puppy with some degree of doubt. “Yes, exactly, each group will want to take
that place for themselves. Now, leave behind everything heavy you have in your bags because
we need to fly away very fast.” Puppy frowned. “But why they have to argue?
Ponies are pretty and nice, they shouldn’t be mean…” The little foal explained her
theory about pony behavior as if it was something so simple that it was impossible for it being
some other way. Henrietta opened her beak to reply that an
entire world had turned into a wasteland as legacy of pony kindness, but trying to explain
such a concept to Puppy was harder than teaching an anvil how to swim and, even more important,
it needed time that they didn’t have. “Yeah, exactly, but we have to go away right now
anyway, because you have to find your mom, right?” Puppy nodded vigorously. “Yush! I have to
go to a peggysus fly place named Blue Idontknow but miss Happy told me that now it’s called
Something Manner… ah, I don’t remember the name very well but there’s an arrow on the
compass so I can’t miss it!” Henrietta sighed. “Let me guess, it’s south.”
The griffon pointed a direction with her claw. Puppy stared in surprise at her friend. “Woah,
how did you know that? Are you a wizard?” “Yeah, sure, I’m best magician in Equestria.
The Great and Powerful Henri… now please dump everything you don’t need or you’ll lose
the flight.” The griffon paused for a moment, noticing something new in her friend, “Say,
since when you have a blue streak in your mane?” A thin line of blue ran trough Puppy’s blond
mane starting from her forehead, just above her right eye and ending at three quarters
down her neck; the line was made of a couple of shades of blue, in a similar way to that
mare from the Ministry of Magic, Twilight Snarkle or something like that. DAY 9 – TIME approximately 3:00 A.M. – LOCATION:
Sun City Downtown, Big 52 SC Branch Puppy risked opening one eye and looked down.
The world rushed away into the night, large skyscrapers zipped past below her and dark
deserted roads trailed off into the distance under her nose, way too far under her nose
to be comfortable with. “ARE WE THERE YET?” The filly grabbed Henrietta’s
neck tight enough to choke her. “Ack! Gasp! Loosen those hooves pony, you’re
going to make both of us crash!” At first it just seemed natural to the griffon to fly
away with Puppy: The foal was really small and, once she threw away all those useless
scraps, she was lighter than a military backpack. Problems came when Puppy discovered that she
hated flying. “Just close your eyes and pretend your having a regular piggyback ride or sing
something!” Puppy already had her eyes sealed tighter
than a Stable door but it didn’t seem to help at all, seeing all the houses from above and
seeing the roofs run and run away in a crazy spinning of colors already scared her hard
enough; this wasn’t like looking down from a tower; towers didn’t go around, and they
had floors! She liked floors, they were so… so… flat, and floory! “Please please please
I will behave! Put me down pleeeease!” “Oh c’mon are you a scaredy pony? Have some
faith in your friends!” With a stroke of her wings Henrietta gained a little altitude,
flying between two skyscrapers and soaring past downtown, high above the residential
area of Sun City. The fresh night air tasted of dust and old, but the south winds carried
a new scent: the sea; it was a good night to fly. “Just relax and enjoy the trip, sing
something!” Singing something, yes that always helped
Puppy, she just had to sing a song and everything would be better! The filly cleared her throat
and tried singing the first thing that came to her mind. “Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty dumpty had a great OH PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE PUT ME DOWN NAO!” The filly was dancing the pony pokey on Henri’s
back, but a griffon’s constitution is one of a predator: happy to fly with an adult
pony struggling in her claws and still capable of gaining altitude in the meantime. “Stop
it, I’m not letting you fall! Yeow! Don’t pluck me, have you the slightest idea of how
long those plumes take to grow back!?” Sick of being pestered by the panicking pony, the
young flier bumped Puppysmiles off her back and caught the falling filly with her frontal
talons. “Alright, at least this way you don’t risk falling! Hold on, we’ll land as soon
as we’re out of the ruins!” “EEEEEEP!” “Don’t wet your suit, it’s a couple kilometers
at most, we gotta put some distance between us and this place before it blows up!” The
half eagle accelerated, pushing herself harder so that the trip would be as short as possible,
but carrying a howling banshee in the night sky was going to wake some sleeping ponies;
Henrietta could only pray to her lucky star that nopony would poke their head out a window
and look for the source, or that they wouldn’t care enough. DAY 9 – TIME approximately 3:30 A.M. – LOCATION:
Serpent Desert, Big 52 SC Branch “I wasn’t scared at all, you know… I was
just, ah, cautious. I mean, with all those identical roofs and the wind you could, ah,
lose yourself and it’s much better seeing the names of the streets when you don’t know
where you are going.” Now that she had all of her hooves on solid ground again, Puppy
was desperately trying to regain her macho appeal, but the effort was a little wasted
by Henrietta literally rolling on the road laughing. “Priceless! You’re priceless, Puppy!” The
griffon gasped as she tried to inhale, wiped a tear from her eye and burst into another
laugh, “How did you scream? Eeeep! Do it again, do it again please!” The filly in yellow pouted, sat down and sighed.
“Hey it wasn’t me the one that got lost in a city… I’ve seen chickens smarter than
y-” BLAM! Puppy looked down at the hole in her suit,
right where her heart should be. “Hey! There are already enough bullybots doing that!” Henrietta got up and waved her gun in a dismissive
manner; she still hadn’t stopped smiling, even when she shot Puppy. “Aw, don’t complain,
you got torn apart by a manticore and still stand there, how could you get hurt by bullet
or two?” BLAM! BLAM! Another couple of shots pierced Puppy, once
in a leg and again in her chest. “Stop it! This stoopid suit starts saying absurdities
and mumbo-jumbos every time this happens!” A thin tread of pink poured from the holes
made by the griffon’s gun. “Okay, okay, but you stop calling me a chicken.”
Henrietta yawned and put away her pistols, “Just for your information, normal ponies
die when they are shot, even ghouls… so don’t try this yourself on other ponies, okay?” Puppy nodded, a bit confused, then tilted
her head. “But I am a normal pony! I am a pony!” “Hey, hey, I didn’t say otherwise… woah,
are we a little upset today? Want me to sing you a lullaby?” Henri asked with a mocking
tone. The foal nodded vigorously. “Sure! I lovelovelove
lullabies! Can we sing Hush now quiet now?” The griffon facepalmed; what was the point
of trying to provoke this foal if she couldn’t even tell when she was being mocked? “You’re
a lost cause, Puppy… ” “Hush now, quiet now it’s time to rest your
sleepy head Hush now quiet now it’s time to go to beeed!” Henri sighed and started walking south. “Why,
dad, why do I owe my life to this idiot twice?” The girl smiled and turned her head toward
the little pony, “Hey, jump on your red racer, I’ll fly above you: we have a lot of ground
to cover if you want to get to Rust Manor by tomorrow.” DAY 9 – TIME approximately 10:30 P.M. – LOCATION:
Serpent Desert, Big 52 SC Branch A small campfire cast the shadows of Puppy
and Henrietta over the sand dunes. The two travelers were sitting next to the little
source of light and heat; Henri was eating something from a tin can but from the faces
she made it wasn’t exactly griffon food. The clouds above the desert helped the place to
maintain its temperature even during the night, but the half eagle was still wearing a plaid
on her shoulders. “So, Puppy, this Blue Voice told you that
you are a robot?” Henri’s expression was hard to read, like if she was trying to keep a
poker face until the filly finished telling the whole story. “Yes, and he seemed double super sure of this…
I almost fell for it too, but then arrived Creepy Voice that told me that it was impossible
because… ah… I didn’t understand that part, but it seemed quite okay when she said
it.” Puppy nodded wisely, as if this was everything that she needed to know. The griffon shrugged. “So, a computer tells
you that you’re some sort of crazy machine but a hallucination says otherwise… I think
you just got dazed by the EMP grenade because of the backlash on your suit’s circuitry and
you had a dream.” Henrietta yawned before continuing, “But I don’t think you are a robot,
Puppy… robots explode when shot… besides, robots are intelligent.” The foal frowned. “So, what do you think I
am?” The half lion stretched her hind legs and
crouched on her improvised couch. “You? You are bad news, that’s all I need to know…
but I like you, so you can hang with me and be cool like big ‘sis Henri.” Puppy trotted over to her companion and met
Henrietta’s gaze; the filly’s eyes were two large glowing pink lights in the darkness
of the night. “Yes but… I am a pony, right? I mean, it doesn’t matter if I don’t eat or
drink or never need to potty, right? I’m a pony…” She seems worried, this robot thing is actually
scaring her… oh, fuck, why me? Henri was completely exhausted and she didn’t need a
foal with an existential crisis at the moment: all that she wanted was just some sleep. The
griffon patted the filly on the helmet, yawning. “You can be whatever you want, Puppy. You
are a good pony and good ponies are the most rare variety in Equestria nowadays. As long
as you think that you should be a pony, then you’ll be a pony. Now go to sleep, please.” The little foal smiled and tried nudging Henry
through the helmet. “Thank you Henri, you are my very best chicken friend!” Crouching
next to the half eagle, the little pony sighed and waited, she wasn’t sleepy at all… … … “HEY! What did you mean by I’m not a robot
because they are intelligent!?” Puppy poked Henri in a flank, but the griffon just snickered
and turned on her other side. “Priceless.” The little pony kept whining and poking her
friend to try and make her talk, but the griffon began to snore loudly, leaving a frustrated
Puppy complaining in front of a dying fire. DAY 10 – TIME approximately 1:00 A.M. – LOCATION:
Serpent Desert, Big 52 SC Branch It was still dark and Puppy couldn’t sleep;
the foal wasn’t tired at all, but Henri didn’t want to be disturbed, so the little filly
did the most logical thing she could think of: sightseeing the desert by night, just
because wise Puppy is wise. So far this place had deluded a lot of Puppy’s
expectations, after all those movies with the cowponies and the buffaloes she was quite
sure that a desert should be so crowded with skulls, arrows, tents and such that you couldn’t
even find a place to put you own hooves; after the days spent in the ‘real’ desert the filly
had the slightest suspicion that all the buffaloes must have gone away for some sort of holiday,
but she hoped to find at least a lizard in a place called Serpent Desert; all she had
seen so far were a couple of carts half buried in the sand and a large parasprite with long
teeth that was building something similar to a nest, but when she approached it, the
parasprite flew away avoiding her. “Warning. Hostile detected. Analyzing. Mutated
parasprite, Parador variety. Threat level: deadly.” “Aw, why is every pretty fluffy animal in
this place so shy? I just want to make friends!” said the two-hundred-year-old monster to the
mutated, murderous offspring of Mother Nature and Father Taint. “Hey Puppy, it’s been a while; you travel
a lot, don’t you?” said a metallic voice, which interrupted the little exploration of
miss adventure; the filly smiled broadly and turned to her friend. “Mister Questioner! Where have you been?” “It’s Watcher, I watch things, Watcher…” Puppy nodded, still smiling. “Okie dokie mister
Questioner, can I watch things too?” From the speakers of the Spritebot came a
soft and metallic chuckle. “Puppy, Puppy never changes… how are you? I’ve heard that you
had a little adventure in Tunnel Town and now I find you south of Sun City…” “Yush! I met a lot of nice and pretty ponies!
There was this chicken called Henri and then Asso and Sweet Flower, Happy, Jamie and a
lot of other friends!” “Wow, you are quite lucky to have so many
friends, aren’t you? And say, have you been in Sun City?” The voice was trying hard to
maintain a neutral tone, but it seemed very curious. Puppy frowned. “Yeah, it was like a super
duper box with streamers and mighty fine wrappings but with oatmeal inside… everypony was grumpy,
they didn’t want to talk with me or to play with me and their mayor was a stoopid voice
that told me bad things.” “Bad things like what? Would you like to talk
about that?” Watcher’s tone seemed worried, now. Puppy looked away. “He told me That I wasn’t
a pony but a robot, then I used that big teapot that puts robots to sleep and I was hit too…
everypony keeps telling me that I am no robot, but why I-” “Tut, tut, Puppy. Don’t fret your little head,
if there is a thing that I’m completely sure it is that you are not a robot, that voice
probably read some data from a sensor scanning you but it was a machine and couldn’t see
beyond your appearance. You are a pretty pony, okay? Now smile to me and show me that everything
is alright.” Puppy nodded and smiled a little. “Very well; now, zombie ponies in a nice city…
did you find anything like a buzz or a humming sound all over the place?” “Nopey mopey, but Henri told me that the buzz
was gone and that all the pretty ponies were going to wake up and being not-so-pretty.” “Oh, so at last the interference is gone;
I can finally take a look inside the place then… let me guess, you stopped it?” Puppy frowned. “No, I just went there because
I was told that Henri was in danger… but she wasn’t, she just acted like a stoopid
chicken flying around and not paying attention to me, like every other pony in the town…
so I went to this Voice Mayor and we had this big argument, he wanted to be smarter than
me so I took the blue teapot and-” “Ah, excuse me, what is a blue teapot?” The filly sighed, helmethoofing. “Why I have
to explain everything to everypony? It’s a teapot, round and shiny with a blue pointy
head. I found it inside a rusted cart in that place in the swamp.” “Alright, so you detonated an EMP shock shell
in front of a supercomputer… yes, you stopped the interference. And what about the new look?” Puppy tilted the head trying to look at her
mane. “You mean the blue line? I don’t know, it appeared when I woke up the other day after
speaking with Cre-” “Hey Puppy, who’s there? Hold on I’m coming!”
Henrietta’s voice interrupted the little pony. “Sorry little one I’ve got to go, you can
tell me this story another time!” Without even waiting for an answer, the spritebot
made a noise like static and began playing some patriotic music. The griffon landed on the dune’s top checking
the surroundings, with a gun in both her talons; as soon as she decided that there was no immediate
danger, the gunslinger girl put away the weapons and scolded Puppy: “Bad pony! Stop playing
around with the spritebots and come back to the camp!” Puppy waved a hoof at the floating robot as
if left and trotted back to her feathery friend. “I wasn’t playing, I was telling him my interesting
adventures!” “Yeah, sure, now let’s get back to sleep:
tomorrow will be a long day.” The griffon rubbed Puppy on the helmet and they went back
to their camp. Half an hour later, a scared parador could
finally go back building its nest in peace. Good morning fillies and gentlecolts! This
is Lonesome Pony and you’re listening to Radio 52! Find a radio better than us and I’ll personally
give you a treat! Who, DJ PON-3? Please, I’ve heard he’s a she! Really! And during clear
nights she transform herself into a giant three headed diamond dog! No kidding, just
go to Tenpony tower during a clear night and you’ll see! But L.P. There hasn’t been a clear
night, or day, since the spells fell! Not my problem, my little ponies, you just stay
tuned on Radio 52 and stop blabbering about cross dressing radio DJs! Now, back to work: it’s news time! Yesterday
morning Sun City woke up from a nineteen year long sleep; I don’t have any details, but
it seems that during the night somepony assaulted the central tower of the town, stopping whatever
device was controlling the minds of everypony in the city! Yes my little ponies, you heard
me correctly! Nopony ever came back from Sun City because the whole place was under the
effect of a giant mind control device! This is crazy! And guess what the pretty residents did the
very same moment they realized that the mind control was gone? You guessed it! They started
shooting each other for the control of the town! If you are going to cross Serpent Desert
take a long detour, following Green Route East or take the Chasm Trail but stay away
from Sun City until things settle down! I repeat: stay away from Sun City and avoid
Red Route if possible. Now, for the ones who like a little gossip,
who’s the responsible for the change of administration in the city? Do I really need to say the name?
Yes my little ponies, our little resident hero saved you from a never ending sleep so
that you could freely and willingly WASTE YOUR LIFE KILLING EACH OTHER! Don’t you even
feel ashamed? I… I don’t want to talk about this, take some music while I look for answers
in an empty bottle. What we’ve got here is failure to communicate:
some ponies you just can’t reach… The voice of the DJ was replaced by music. Look at you young colts fighting
Look at your fillies crying Look at your young colts dying
The way they’ve always done before DAY 10 – TIME approximately 10:30 A.M. – LOCATION:
Rust Manor, Big 52 SC Branch Rust Manor seemed exactly what it said on
the tin: somepony built a large, reinforced barricade made up of huge air wagon carcasses,
forming a ring a hundred meters in diameter around what was originally the offspring of
a bunker and an air traffic control tower. The whole structure was once coated in thick
reinforced steel plates, now all the metal was rusted and the large tower seemed a monument
to the concept of neglect itself; nonetheless the little town was a lively trading post,
with several caravans stationed outside of the northern gates and half a dozen town guards
scanning the surroundings from a crown of guard towers built on top of the wall. Henrietta called for Puppy to try and get
her to stop when they were a couple of kilometers from the town, where the low hills became
a flat plain peppered with craters. During the war the air field was heavily attacked
with conventional weapons, flattening every structure except the fortified control tower;
the open terrain gave a sniper a long line of sight, which made it easy to care of any
possible nuisance. “Wait for me, red bolt!” The griffon landed
in front of the filly, making her brake in a cloud of dust. “Woah, look where you are landing! I was running
there before you!” “Yeah, sure, whatever. I need you to listen
carefully, fishbowl head, I have to leave you again, but this place is safe so you won’t
find troubles.” Puppy’s eyes grew large and teary while the
filly was already starting to pout. “But- but why? I don’t want you to go away!” “Yeah, I know, I’m cool and without me you
are quite clueless, but those guys that were after me in Sun city had a whole day behind
their wings, so it’s possible that they’re waiting for me here; I don’t want you to get
involved in my troubles.” “Ah, if the bad chickens are after you we
can explain them that you are a good girl and you will behave and say that you are sorry
for whatever you did so they will let you be, can we?” Henrietta sighed patting Puppy on the helmet.
“The story is a little more complicated than that, involving things like me having shot
a couple of theirs and them wanting my head, so… no, I don’t think we can just say that
we are sorry, especially since I’m not sorry. They killed my father.” “Oh,” Puppy lowered her eyes, trying hard
to think of something else, “but you can’t just bully those that bully you; I mean, they
are not bullybots, they are pretty kitties! You can’t bully kitties!” Henrietta snickered. “Yeah, pretty kitties…
this is why I’m not going into town, if I avoid them, there will be no need for me to
kick their sorry butts and they won’t be able to bully me.” The griffon shrugged. “And this
ends the topic: take care, Puppy, I’m sure we’ll meet again.” Without even waiting for
a reply, Henrietta jumped into the air and with a couple of strokes from her wings she
was already out of range for the eventual stone throw from Puppy. The filly galloped after her friend for a
few hundred meters, calling desperately for her before stopping and sighing. “Aw, this
is not fair… she didn’t even hug me goodbye…” The foal raised her head to the sky, screaming,
“Silky Tail, take care of her! She’s in your hooves nao!” DAY 10 – TIME approximately 11:00 A.M. – LOCATION:
Rust Manor, Big 52 SC Branch The sniper had been keeping the yellow dot
in her sight since she surpassed the last hill, but the unicorn mare was uncertain of
what she was looking at; the guard put a hoof on an interphone. “Last Stand here, I have
a contact at one, one, eight, six, south; it seems a pony in a yellow suit, could be
that ghost from the radio, fits the description pretty well… are ghosts welcome here?” The speaker replied in a storm of statics
and electric whistles. “Keep an eye on the target and see what it does; call again if
you notice any hostile behavior, otherwise let it approach the gates.” “Roger, roger.” The mare went back to her
position. In the meantime Puppy reached the first caravans,
drawing the attention of almost every hired guard in the area outside the walls; a lot
of ponies were whispering to each other and a couple of them reached for their weapons.
The little filly didn’t even notice their reactions; her mother was somewhere inside
the big town and this was all that she needed to know. “Hi, I’m Puppysmiles! Have you seen
my mom? Mister Voice told me she is here!” All the ponies in the area looked at the filly,
then one of them sighed. “Oh, it’s just Lonesome’s Ghost.” The guards put away their weapons
and a couple of merchant that stopped chatting at Puppy’s appearance went back to their business,
but nopony replied to her question. “Uh, I guess that’s a no?” The filly was confused,
her status changed from center of attention to completely ignored, this couldn’t be right,
“Aw, when you want something done, you have to do it yourself… okie dokie mister Voice,
where now?” “Analyzing. Loading local maps: Blue Feathers
Air Field. Matching failed. Loading backup data. Finding points of interest. Points located:
one – Control Tower. Control Tower set as next way point.” The arrow moved on the compass. “Oh, inside the town, alright!” Puppy trotted
merrily toward the gates but was stopped almost immediately by an old stallion wearing a mercenary
armor and a dusty hat; somehow the eyes of this pony held something familiar, as if the
little pony already seen them somewhere before. “Hey mom, why that pony has only three legs?” “He’s a war hero Puppy, please don’t bother
him: he’s very tired” “Yeah, tired of giving my leg for a fucking
useless war against fucking enemies I don’t even care about because of a fucking goddess
that puts a bunch of coal in front of a pony’s life!” “Tee-hee, the pretty pony says strange words!” “No Puppy! Forget that word, it’s a bad word!
And you, you should be ashamed of using such a language in front of a foal!” “Fuck off, bitch…” “Let’s go away, Puppy, come with me.” “But mom, I wanted to-” “Yeah, pink rat, trot after your mom! There’s
nothing to see here…” Puppy blinked, lost in her memories; when
she came back from her personal world the old pony with the angry eyes was still standing
there, so the filly stared back at him and tilted her head. “Hi… have you seen my mom?” The mercenary spat on ground. “Are you deaf
or what?” The foal sat down, looking confused at her
interlocutor. “Ah, sorry I didn’t hear the question… why are you angry? Did I do something
wrong?” The pony snickered. “I asked you if you think
that you are a hero or what.” Puppy smiled, this was easy. “Oh, I’m Space
Captain Andromeda! With my space suit and my super fast ride I run all around the cosmos
and meet a lot of new friends! Wanna play with me? I have a rocket too, look!” The filly
rose a hoof stating, “Rocket!” A rocket toy floated in front of the filly. The old stallion raised an eyebrow. “Are you
trying to make a fool of me? Do you know who I am? You better pick your foes and lower
your ears, you fucking load of shit!” Puppy giggled, weird words always made her
giggle. “Tee-hee, mister old pretty pony says strange words! Can I play too? I’m good at
inventing words, like, ah, scootalicious! Or bananaphone!” The small crowd of curious ponies started
laughing. The little filly not only didn’t seem any impressed by that old mercenary,
and she was laughing at him, too… sooner or later somepony’s blood was going to stain
the dirt. Last Stand put again a hoof on the interphone
from her guarding post. “Last Stand here, there could be trouble outside of the northern
gate: the yellow pony is getting into a fight with a mercenary.” “We are sending a couple of guards; wait for
instructions and hold fire unless one of ours is attacked.” “Roger, roger.” In the meantime the old pony grabbed puppy
by a leg and lifted her from the ground, looking into her eyes with a menacing face. “So you
think you can laugh of me? You think I won’t touch you just because a fucking pony in a
radio program talks about you? Think again!” “Hey, lemme go! I have to find my mom! I didn’t
do anything to you, meanie face! Put me down!” The foal was struggling but she couldn’t break
free, “If my mom was here she’d show you! lemme go, lemme goooooo!” Somehow the whining of the little pony killed
the mood, the small crowd looked away in embarrassment and even the old mercenary wasn’t really sure
of what he was supposed to do now. This filly wasn’t some stuck up hero walking triumphantly
trough the city gates or some sort of knight in shining armor thinking that he had Luna
knows what kind of holy mission… this was just a… “Fuck, Lonesome Pony must have gone
very far with his tequila to call this critter a hero…” In the meantime, since everything else didn’t
work, Puppy started crying, wailing and whining. Even the last ponies that had hoped to see
some action went away in front of that murderous act against dignity. The mercenary put the foal down, sighing.
“Go away, I don’t pick fights with foals.” He gave a quick spank to Puppy’s behind to
empathize the order and the filly galloped away, still crying. Somehow, he knew that he was a bad pony and
that he should feel bad, and somewhere inside the weathered mercenary a little pony actually
did feel bad, but it was just for a fraction of a second. Footnote: Level up! (9)
New perk added: Whining Presence – You can whine your way out of almost every situation.
During certain encounters you gain special dialogue options that let you avoid combat,
but you’ll lose reputation. Link to Chapter 9 Link to Chapter 11 This fanfiction is based on Fallout Equestria
by Kkat; a familiarity with the source material may aid your understanding.
You can read Fallout Equestria by Kkat on Equestria Daily If you enjoy Fallout Equestria Side Stories
you will want to check the Fallout Equestria Side Stories post on Equestria Daily and the
Fallout Equestria Side Stories thread on Ponychan The Ponychan group is also a hatching ground
that you can join if you want to share your experience, writing or comments with us. Additional thanks to Errantindy and samuraianon
for the help with the English and some coherence in the plot

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