Fallout: Equestria – Pink Eyes – CHAPTER 11: Family Doodles


Edited by The Great and Powerful uSea CHAPTER 11: Family Doodles
You’re not using power tools, are you? DAY 10 – TIME approximately 1:30 P.M. – LOCATION:
Rust Manor, Big 52 SC Branch Ah-Hem, good afternoon everypony, I am Lonesome
Pony and this is a special edition of the news, fresh from Dust Manor. For a moment the feminine voice of the afternoon
DJ could be clearly heard in the background yelling something like ‘Gimme back my seat
you hog!’ followed by a metallic sound. DJ Good Stuff will be back immediately after
the news, I mean, what kind of a name is Good Stuff anyway? What are you, a Mintals table-
ow ow OW stop that! Alright, I was kind and sweet, but now you asked for it! Here comes
love and tolerance, Minty! A muffled sound that resembled a brawl interrupted
the program for a minute, before Lonesome Pony began to talk into the microphone again
while trying to hide his panting. Good Stuff wishes you well and will be back
in a minute, but at the moment she has her hooves tied… with a power cord… so, where
were we? Oh right, the special news! This is fresh from not even an hour ago, from my
radio friends in Rust Manor! Thank you Easy Filly Butterfly 23! Lonesome Pony cleared his voice and started
talking. Some heroes fall, some heroes get killed,
some heroes disappear into a Stable and never come back… well, our hero gets spanked.
Yeah, you heard me: late this morning the Ghost was sighted outside Rust Manor heading
for the town and when she tried to approach a group of caravans, a guard scolded her and
spanked her in front of everypony. Now, are you fucking idiots or what? From the little
we know this pony destroyed a fortified barn outside Redtrotter’s territory and ran inside
a heavily guarded tunnel, frying the robot guards inside; yes, I got some more info about
Tunnel Town: the local guard chief Trigger Happy was present and she says that the foal
destroyed six sentinels using only a stone as a weapon… and you pick a fight with this
foal? What was that, were you tired of living? Anyhow it seems that the guard won the fight
if you can call that a fight: little miss Yellow tried a friendly approach, got a spank
in response and ran away crying. There was a sigh followed by a long pause. Yeah, this is what I call gratitude… L.P.
closing, have some decent music while Good Stuff unties herself, I’ve got fly if I want
to live. Stay classy, Big 52. Music filled the silence. Saw you stretched out in room Ten O Nine
with a smile on your face and a tear right in your eye
couldn’t see to get a line on you my sweet honey love Puppy hid behind an abandoned cart, still
crying. What did she do this time? She tried really hard to behave and be a good pony,
but everything seemed to backfire every time, from a simple peek in a tunnel up to crazed
partying robots and roofs falling. Why did Mom keep moving and won’t wait for her? The
little filly felt empty, and tired. Zebra jewelry jangling down the street
make you shut your eyes at every filly that you meet
couldn’t seem to get a high on you my sweet honey love But Puppy couldn’t simply stop searching and
sit down; even if ponies were unkind and the road seemed endless, her mom was somewhere
just over the next hill, or maybe the hill beyond that one. One hill after another, one
at a time, it was just a matter of time. May Celestia shine a light on you
make every song your favorite tune may Celestia shine a light on you
warm like the evening Sun The filly in yellow got up; moping behind
a cart wasn’t going to find Mom. She was a filly on a mission, everything else didn’t
matter. Go Puppy! DAY 10 – TIME approximately 1:45 P.M. – LOCATION:
Rust Manor, Big 52 SC Branch The two stallions guarding the gates exchanged
a rapid glance, seemingly uncertain about whom should deal with the approaching foal;
finally the older one addressed the filly. “Sorry kiddo, if you want to get inside you
have to pay. Two hundred caps and leave all your weapons here.” Puppy frowned, two hundred was a super duper
big number. She was quite good at counting up to four and with some help (and time) even
ten, but two hundred? What was a hundred anyway? “Ah, I’m just looking for my mom, Puppy please?” “Show me the bottle caps and we have a deal,
filly.” The guard yawned, trying to maintain his neutral tone, but he was concerned about
what would happen if the filly didn’t have the cash and still insisted on going inside;
maybe it would be a good idea to call the chief… “Pouch!” A large bag floated in front of Puppysmiles
and she handed it to the guard. “Ah, can you help me counting these ones? Are there enough
shiny caps?” The stallion nodded and emptied the bag on
a table: it was two thirds full of caps and a third in bits from the old age; some of
them were golden. “Alright, this is more than enough.” The pony blinked at the other guard,
who cocked his head and looked back at him with a snort of disapproval. “C’mon, she’s
just a foal, you can’t be serious!” The first guard sighed and counted out exactly
two hundred caps, putting the rest back in the bag and giving them back to Puppy, who
smiled and put away her possessions. “Thank you super much mister pretty guard
ponies!” Inside the walls, Rust Manor was cramped and
crowded; the air wagons used to build the walls doubled as houses and stores, leaving
little space to move around the large fortification in the middle of the town. Now that Puppy
had taken a better look at the whole place it seemed like a village of tiny creatures
built all around the trunk of a dead tree, only with the tree being a hundred meters
tall. The little filly trotted around, peeking inside the shops and trying to find a door
to get inside the fortified tower. The arrow was pointing exactly in the middle of that
big thing, so it was obvious that she needed to get inside somehow. There were a lot of ponies; some of the locals
looked at Puppy with interest or curiosity, but they were mostly minding their business,
tagging the little filly as an innocuous oddity, especially after her ‘duel’ with the mercenary
that morning. Puppy didn’t care at all; at last she had found a place full of pretty
ponies that behaved like real ponies and she knew that where there were big ponies working,
there must be… “Yush! Ponies playing!” A trio of foals, a filly and two colts, were
running around, laughing and yelling at each other; they were having so much fun! But Puppy
had to go and find her mom… but if she went away and the pretty ponies went away, she
couldn’t play and she wanted to play so much! But Mom… maybe only a minute, just to make
friends and ask if they had seen her mom? Yes, right! She wasn’t going to play -ah,
talk, not play, talk- with the pretty ponies because she wanted to have fun, it was because
they could know where Mom was! Ah, clever Puppy, she could even outsmart herself… “Hi, I’m Puppysmiles! Have you seen my mom?” The trio of foals stopped running and yelling,
turning as a single pony toward the newcomer: the filly was a gray unicorn with a pink mane,
the two colts were a unicorn with a palette very similar to the filly’s and an earth pony
with a brown mane and a green coat. They stared for a long moment at Puppy, both with amazement
and a little concern, then the filly asked, “Where did you get that super creepy space
suit?” The filly in yellow frowned. “It’s not creepy,
it’s Space Captain Andromeda’s Space Suit!” At this point Puppy made a theatrical pause
to raise the tension, and added: “It’s cool!” The unicorn colt nodded, “Yeah, I have an
Andromeda comic: she’s a girl but she’s super cool all the same, because she has a laser
gun and fights zebra aliens.” The other two foals nodded when the expert
gave his approval, the unicorn filly smiled in a friendly manner. “I’m Big Deal,” pointing
a hoof at herself, then waving the hoof the other unicorn she continued, “he’s my twin
brother Ricochet and he’s Painkiller.” “And I’m Puppysmiles, I come from Canterlot
and I’m looking for my mom… what were you doing? Playing? Can I join?” Great, now that
she asked what she had to ask twice, she could take a pause, right? Ricochet tilted his head, “Your mom? What’s
her name?” “She’s called Rainy Days and she’s the coolest
pony ever! She can cook muffins and cupcakes and chocolate pudding and apple pie but she
makes me always eat alfalfa… she went away some days ago for work and then our house
in Canterlot collapsed and I’m looking for her because mister Voice knows where she is,
so it’s better than waiting for her inside a collapsed house, I think…” The three little ponies nodded, as if Puppy’s
speech made sense, “Yeah, last time I broke a bottle Mom was really mad, I don’t want
to know how mad your mum will be when she finds out you broke the whole house.” The filly in yellow frowned. “It’s not my
fault! I went to sleep and when I woke up the house was gone!” “Tell that to your mom: I tried to say that
a band of slavers broke the bottle but she knew! Moms have some sort of super sense that
tells them who did what…” added Painkiller, muttering the last words as if it was better
to not divulge too much of such secrets. “I didn’t break my home! Cross on my heart!”
Puppy insisted on defending her position, mostly because it was the only defense she
had: nopony was around when the house collapsed and she was almost sure that it wasn’t her
fault. “You better did not…” cut short Big Deal,
“but I don’t know any Rainy Days living in Rust Manor… we were playing cowponies and
zebras, want to join? You can be the alien.” Painkiller protested: “I don’t want to be
the zebra anymore! Why can’t you two be zebras for once?” Ricochet tipped his sister’s horn with a hoof,
“Because zebras don’t have horns, duh!” Puppy intervened in the discussion: “Once
I was told that zebras can grow wings with some sort of weird device, but they are bat
wings. Besides, I want to be Space Captain Andromeda.” “But you don’t have Andromeda’s gun… you
could be Maripony, the second mare on the moon!” tried Ricochet, but his sister interrupted
him. “Maripony had never been on the moon for real!
A pony can’t get there!” “Yes she did!” “No she didn’t!” “Yes she did!” “No she didn’t!” The twins stood in front of each other, muzzle
against muzzle, arguing about a two centuries old moon landing; Painkiller approached Puppy,
sighing. “They’ll go on like this until dinner… so, ah, it’s a cool suit that one… does
it have a compass and healing spells?” Puppy watched the brother and sister show
for a moment, then moved her attention to the earth pony; he was a little older than
her and he already had a cutie mark of a syringe. “Are you, ah, going to make injections to
me?” The colt stared a bit confused at the filly
inside the radsuit before realizing that she was talking about his cutie mark. “What? Oh,
this! Don’t worry, dad doesn’t let me touch his stuff… so… uh… you are quite cool,
for a filly…” Compliments, they always worked on Puppy’s
ego: she grew ten centimeter taller in ten seconds flat and sported a broad smile. “Well
yes, I’m cool, I know… yeah, this space suit has everything: a compass, a lot of dots
here and there and some writings, see?” The filly poked at the helmet trying to show the
colt all the stuff she said. “And look at this! Ah-hem… rock!” The Rock Of Destiny
floated in front of Puppy. “Woah, how do you do that without unicorn
magic?” The foal shrugged, “I don’t know, the suit
does all this cool stuff for me. It’s magic, I’m not going to explain that.” The colt tapped his chin, thinking. “Too bad
you don’t have Andromeda’s laser gun… but I have an old toy gun I never used because
it’s so heavy that I can’t hold it in my teeth, maybe with that levitation thing it could
fit with your costume…” Puppy’s eyes grew as large as two soup bowls.
“Really?” “Yeah, maybe if you have something to barter
it with, we could make a deal… I don’t want it anyway, it seems girly and does nothing.” DAY 10 – TIME approximately 3:00 P.M. – LOCATION:
Rust Manor, Big 52 SC Branch While Painkiller was still looking at the
pile of 42 muffin boxes not believing his luck, Puppy tried to point at something with
her brand new laser gun; it was a pistol with a futuristic form, an antenna on the muzzle
and some metallic rings here and there; the grip had no trigger and the whole object was
silvery gray with red plastic inserts. “It’s heavy…” complained the little filly,
trying to hold it with a hoof to no avail. “Hey, no refunds!” The colt was constantly
dropping one box of muffins after another from his grasp, “Why can’t I hold all these
muffins?” In the meantime Puppy aimed at the sky, sitting
on her rump and using both hooves to hold the weapon. She said just one word. “Bang!” “New equipment detected: Sol. Inc. Prototype
152, Codename Sentenza. Synchronizing. Opening communication bridge with Comm Station n°
2. Checking status. Ponymedes net online and operative at 12%. Relaying coordinates.” “Aw, this stoopid suit is talking nonsense
again!” From the curtain of clouds appeared a thin
red line of light, then a second and a third; they were like faint laser beams, piercing
the leaden skies and illuminating with tiny and seemingly innocuous red dots a roof here
and a cart there. A dog that was napping under a bench chased one of the dots across the
street before banging his muzzle on a door. “Warning. Ponymedes 4, 6 and 7 are not responding.
Ponymedes 8 to 12 cannot lock on target. Warning. Power up sequence delayed by… impossible
to deliver an estimate.” Painkiller didn’t pay attention to Puppy,
already trotting away and leaving a sweet trail of muffins behind him. “Yeah, whatever,
it’s been a pleasure bartering with you…” Sometimes the combined effort of a community
can save a town, some other times a hero has to show up and fight his battle… and there
are even times when it’s just a matter of blind luck. “Warning. Losing signal. Abort command. Repeat:
abort command. Closing communication bridge. Ponymedes offline due to recalibration, orbital
relocation and maintenance. Estimated downtime: 24 hours.” Finally the suit stopped talking, Puppy snorted,
“Hey, have you finished with all this blah blah Idontcare? We have to find Mom!” DAY 10 – TIME approximately 3:30 P.M. – LOCATION:
Rust Manor, Big 52 SC Branch “Oh yeah? And you are a stinky fish!” “Oh yeah? And you are so uncool that even
your cooties flee from you!” Big Deal and Ricochet were still standing
muzzle against muzzle, arguing about something they probably didn’t even remember. “Oh, that should explain why you have so many
cooties! You seem a walking flea circus! Hi Puppy…” “And you are all girly and smoochy and all
you do is girly and all your toys are girly and -hi Puppy- and you are a… a… a girl!” “Hi Rico, hi Big D.” Puppy waved a hoof trotting
past the twins, at last finding an entrance to the tower, the sign on top letting all
know it was a really classy brothel… as if the filly cared. The place was filled with red drapes and was
scarcely illuminated to hide the worn furniture; in front of the entrance a mare was sitting
behind a counter, usually greeting the customers but now staring surprised at the little pony
in front of her. From Puppy’s point of view this was a nice place, with a lot of fancy
things like posters and marble statues of ponies. “Ah… hi there, I don’t think this place
is good for you…” Puppy smiled and waved a hoof; “Hi, I’m Puppysmiles!
Mister Voice says that my mom is in this place!” The mare looked slightly concerned. “I…
can’t say this is impossible, actually… I have a couple of new girls working here.
Do you know your mother’s name? No little one, don’t touch the statue, it’s fragile!
Ah, don’t look at it, either!” The filly was already exploring, having found
an interesting statue of a stallion in a very, ah, manly pose… the filly frowned, “I think
this pony has too many legs… ah, she’s called Rainy Days! And she is-” “I’m sorry little one, there are no Rainy
Days working here, but if you want to be sure -don’t touch it!- I can call the new earth
pony working here, just in case… HEY HOLLY, COME DOWN!” Very classy brothel… Puppy wasn’t listening to the mare anymore,
her eyes staring at some faded crayon lines on the wall, half hidden behind the statue. And now she was staring at the same wall,
only two centuries earlier. “Wait here Puppy, Mom will be back very soon:
this will take just a few minutes!” “Okay Mom, I love you bye bye!” Mom nuzzled
Puppy behind the ear, making her giggle before trotting away. The big room was so gray and sad, with just
a couple of seats and a low table filled with ultra boring magazines just showing weapons
and stoopid soldiers on them. Puppy sat in front of the wall, looking at the gloomy empty
space in front of her; this needed changes, this needed crayons! It took a lifetime, at least ten minutes,
but now Puppy’s masterpiece was almost finished. There were the two prettiest ponies she was
ever able to create; one was little and pink, with a bright yellow mane; Puppy was particularly
proud of how she captured her own pinkiness. The second pony was bigger, with a purple
coat and an orange mane… Mom, she was beautiful, if only Puppy could write how beautiful she
was… oh well, the drawing was already doing a great job anyway. The foal had added some
trees to the scene, both green and yellow, and one was pink with a yellow trunk, because
she always thought that pink would be the best color for a tree. She looked over her
work to see if something was missing: sun, check… butterflies, check… muffins, check… Now the picture needed only one last thing
“And when we are done we will go to Dad’s place and he’ll be back, so we will be happy
forever…” She knew what was missing, but she couldn’t finish the work all the same:
“What are Dad’s colors?” “Puppy what the hay are you doing!? You can’t
draw on walls! What did I tell you a-“. “Mom, I can’t remember Dad’s colors…” Mom fell silent immediately, Puppy was still
looking at the drawing trying not to lose the inspiration, but how could she draw a
pony if she didn’t know what colors to use? Suddenly Mom hugged her so tightly that she
gasped. “Don’t worry Puppy, I swear that this will end one day and we… we will be happy
together, as we were before this war… I… I…” “Hey little one, wake up, pay attention! Is
this your mother?” Puppy turned her head toward the proprietor
of the brothel, now accompanied by a young mare that she didn’t know; the young prostitute
looked at the filly in confusion and cocked her head. “No, she’s not mine, I would remember
having a foal… besides, I never had any pink in my family.” “I… I have been here, it was…” Puppy tried
to remember, but it wasn’t easy; it was as if the memories she wanted to reach were way
farther than she thought, “a month ago, I think… but… it was different…” The matron snickered, patting the filly on
the back. “I don’t think so, little one, I’ve been the proprietor of the Velvet Pearl for
fifteen years and I never changed a single doorknob…” The filly went back again looking at the little
drawing and finally noticing something different, something new; a broad smile appeared on her
face. “I… I remember him, he was white and yellow! Dad was white and yellow!” The little
foal pointed a hoof at the picture, turning toward the two mares, “That’s my dad, see?
He’s my dad I didn’t remember his color but now he is there with me and Mom! There is
something written here, please read it please, please, please!” The old mare lowered her head, looking at
that drawing for the first time in her life; not that she had never seen it, she just couldn’t
give a buck about a stain on the wall, choosing to cover the mess instead of repainting it.
The drawing was of three ponies: two were clearly the work of a foal, just some colored
lines on a wall, with some trees and a green line to represent the ground, but the third
one seemed the work of somepony good at drawing: it showed a young white stallion with a golden
mane, very similar to the mane of the filly who stood looking at the wall… Under the drawing somepony had written a few
words that the old mare read in a low voice, almost whispering. “Together again, here and
forever. Love, Mom.” Puppy put a hoof on the painting, “Mom was
here… and now we are all here! This is me, and this is Mom and this is Dad! Wait, I know!”
The filly reached for a pencil and added a last detail on the work: three smiles on the
pony’s faces. “Now we are all happy! Yay! We can have a picnic and chase butterflies
and wait for the fireflies and Mom and Dad will kiss me goodnight, it’s all right again!”
Puppy paused, staring at the image as if she was living through the story she told. The younger mare stared at the scene in silence,
her face betraying a growing angst. That… that foal, how could she endure all this?
That childish drawing on the wall was all that was left of her family, yet she was still
smiling as if it was real. She was smiling! But, but they were dead, she had already lost
everything, she was alone! A little ghost drifting forever from place to place, asking
for something she could never have back; without rest, nor hope… only a hole filled with
faint memories… forever. The prostitute was overwhelmed by that sense of despair and
eternal nothingness, she needed fresh air, to be out of that place, away from that haunting
vision! She broke into a gallop leaving the brothel behind as tears rolled down her cheeks. The older mare was made of sterner stuff:
she had already seen much of what the wasteland could throw at her, and endured loss many
times in her life. “Yes, little ghost, you are all together…” This was unfair, a lost
foal finding a spot of happiness behind the statue of an aroused stallion was a cruel
way for the wasteland to serve you some relief. Nonetheless there were moments like these,
that healed wounds and gave you the will to go on; letting them slip away was worse than
denying yourself. “You can sit here and watch the painting as
long as you want, but I don’t think that your mom is here, she must have… ah… moved
away a long time ago. I’m sorry, kid.” The mare raised her voice: “And somepony come
down and move that statue, there are foals here! We are not perverts!” The sensation
was weird, but refreshing; that little foal, that clueless lonely soul, made her wish to
be a better pony somehow. A bittersweet smile appeared on the mare’s wizened muzzle. DAY 10 – TIME approximately 4:45 P.M. – LOCATION:
Rust Manor, Big 52 SC Branch “Prepare your muzzle! I’m giving you a black
eye!” “Oh yeah? You and what army?” “I don’t need an army, I already have a dumb
brother! Hi Puppy.” “I’m not dumb! -Hi Puppy- You are dumb! Dumber
than your rump!” “Hi Rico, hi Big D.” Puppy trotted past the
twins, who were still standing muzzle to muzzle. The filly in yellow had no time to assist
the fight, she was looking for the place the arrow was pointing at. “Ah, mister Voice,
what do we need to do now?” “Actual priority is: investigate Rust Manor.
A set of public places have been selected in order to ask as many ponies as possible
for information. The first location in the list is: Red Water Saloon.” Puppy trotted inside the saloon: it consisted
of a large hall with a loft at the bottom, noisy and full of hardened ponies that swore
and drank hard stuff like Wild Pegasus and Coyote Tequila, sometimes mixed together and
reinforced with special ingredients. To Puppy this place was simply another room full of
pretty ponies that could know where her mom was, so she went for her usual routine. “Hi, I’m Puppysmiles! Have you seen my mom?” For a single moment all the eyes inside the
place turned on the entrance, the barpony crouched behind the counter and the pianist
stopped playing, the only sound in the whole place was the one from the swinging doors
creaking behind Puppy. One of the really tough ponies that was sitting
at one of the tables next to the entrance tipped his hat and muttered in a voice that
in the still silence was perfectly audible to everypony. “This ain’t a place for ya,
little pony, now go play with the foals before you get spanked… again…” All the saloon exploded into laughter, every
single pony, and since everypony was laughing Puppy laughed too, “Tee-hee, very funny, ah,
I don’t get it but it’s funny, so, have you seen my mom?” Most of the ponies didn’t hear Puppy, but
two of them did, a ghoul that was standing next to the door and the pony that had spoken
to her; the former simply got out of the place, while the latter sighed and facehoofed. “No,
no I don’t know where is your mom, now please go away!” Trotting outside the saloon Puppy smiled,
okay her mommy wasn’t there but all the ponies in that place seemed crazy, so it was a good
thing that she wasn’t there! “Okie dokie Mister Voice, what’s next?” “Hey, you there with the yellow suit, wait
a moment!” A voice from the other side of the street made Puppy stop and turn on her
tail; there was a ghoul pony wearing a leather hat and a long black trench coat looking at
her. “Yes you, I have to speak with you!” Puppy sat down in the middle of the street,
tilting her head. “Uh, okie dokie?” Crossing the street, the ghoul patted the
filly on the helmet. Now that he was near enough, Puppy noticed that he seemed some
sort of mummy, devoured by the sand and dried out like a big leather pelt wrapped around
a carcass; saying that he was ugly was an understatement, but Puppy already dealt with
ghouls and she knew that they could be nice ponies, maybe not pretty, but nice… for
a moment she wondered if Soft Air and the others had already found a new home; maybe
they’ll write her a letter or, even better, send her a postcard with some super cool photo;
Puppy loved photos. The mummified ghoul cleared his voice before
talking. As with every other ghoul she had met, he seemed to speak through a cut throat
filled with jelly. His voice quite old. “Good girl, you are the foal Lonesome is making
a big fuss about, aren’t you?” “Wut?” Puppy giggled, “Tee-hee, ugly pony
says fancy words!” The ghoul rose a decomposed, perplexed half
eyebrow, “Ah, you can call me Molten Gold. I’m an adventurer and a treasure hunter.” The foal smiled back “Hi, I’m Puppysmiles!
Have you seen my mom?” A faint smile appeared on the ghoul’s muzzle,
“Mmmmmmaybe… what would you do for me if I did?” Puppy jumped on all her hooves, “Anything!
Please please please where is she?” The smile on Gold’s face broadened “Good filly,
I think we can make a deal, here…” DAY 10 – TIME approximately 11:00 P.M. – LOCATION:
Solaris Stable, Big 52 SC Branch The cave was dark and filled with bones of
all genres, but mostly pony bones; it seemed like a macabre carpet laid on the floor of
the hell’s atrium. Puppysmiles stepped into the shadow, followed by Molten Gold. “I don’t
like this place, it’s dark and full of hurt ponies, why do I have to go there?” The ghouls sighed. The walk with the foal
from Rust Manor to the Solaris Stable had been a torture; this foal couldn’t shut up
for a single moment, but if what Lonesome Pony said was real, then she was also some
sort of unstoppable raiding machine, able to deal with heavy defenses with little effort.
“Because I’m a treasure hunter and we are doing a treasure hunt, you said that you like
to treasure hunt, didn’t you?” Puppy frowned, “Ah, yes I like playing treasure
hunt, but usually Mom hides the cookies inside the jar, on the table… where is the kitchen
in this scary cave?” “This time we’re not after cookies, Puppy;
inside this place there is a thing I need and if you find it I’ll tell about your mom,
now listen carefully.” Puppy sat down, trying to take a martial pose.
“Yush! Space Pony Puppysmiles ready for the mission!” The ghoul snickered: “That’s the spirit, filly!
This is a secret base built by those good for nothings from Solaris Inc.; it was meant
to work more or less like a Stable, but buck me if they ever did something that worked
as intended. Anyhow, this is not our problem, our problem is the fact that it’s more defended
than a ranger’s base, but from what I heard this could be a piece of cake for a badass
like you.” Puppy mumbled, trying to find a sense in the
ghouls words, “Ah, I like pie?” Molten laughed, “You remind me of a very young
Soarin; anyhow, I’m not sure how big this place is, but there must be a place named
research area, okay? You have to reach that place.” “Okie dokie! Re-search area, got it! Search
it twice!” Puppy nodded enthusiastically. “Exactly, and when you- no no no NO! Not,
search twice! Research, as in science! Now, you just have to ask your suit, it’s really
easy! Now repeat with me: Research area…” “Ree-search area?” tried the filly, a little
dubious. “Good girl, now, when you are there, you have
to find a box filled with these.” The pony took a round object from his bag and showed
it to Puppy. “It’s called a memory orb, okay? Repeat with me: memory orb…” “Murmuring orb…” Molten’s face deflated, “How in Equestria
have you survived this far? Memory, like remember things!” “I know what memory is! But that’s a glass
ball, it can’t remember things, duh!” The ghoul rose a hoof while his eye was going
twitchy twitch. “Wait…. wait a second here please, I’ll be back immediately…” Molten Gold headed outside and even from where
Puppy was sitting she could clearly hear him screaming, “Why a fucking retarded foal, why!?
FUUUUUCK!” Since the screaming seemed to go on for a
while, Puppy decided to take a look around by herself, just to get acquainted with the
place; the cave was large enough for a cart to pass, but the entrance was half collapsed
so that only slim ponies could actually squeeze in; it had been easy for Puppy and Molten
Gold, but if an average stallion would have tried to get inside, he was going to get stuck
in the middle of a bunch of half collapsed and unstable rocks at the bottom of a narrow
canyon exactly in the middle of nowhere. The bones that littered the ground were old,
white and bleached by time and the dry climate; some of them still sported some piece of clothing,
like laboratory coats and some bits of scorched armored saddles. Rummaging in the piles of
bones, Puppy found a cool pair of glasses and some shiny bits, lucky Puppy! There were
even some weapons, but she already had her super cool space pistol and didn’t need some
noisy and ugly toys like those; instead she took the blue plastic card from the neck of
a skeleton, blue wasn’t her favorite color, but it had that cool image with the white
alicorn stallion and she liked cool things. When the ghoul came back he seemed a lot happier.
“Alright, I’m done, where were we?” “Ah, the glass balls?” tried Puppy uncertainly. “Yes, right, the mem- glass balls. Those.”
Molten smiled and focused on what the filly was holding in her hoof. “Say, where did you
find a security pass?” His eye once again started to dance the pony pokey. “No no no,
don’t tell me, I don’t want to know… so, let’s see if you understood. First you have
to go to the…” “Ree-search area…” “Yes, and you have to look for the….” “Glass balls…” “Perfect. Now go and don’t come back until
you have those damn orbs,” the ghoul said, sighing with relief. “Okay, I like you mister Ugly Gold! when I
find Mom I’ll tell you that you were nice with me!” The filly trotted away, heading
for the bunker’s entrance. “It’s Molten, not Ugly… aw, who cares, just
do this job so I can forget this story forever.” DAY 10 – TIME approximately 11:45 P.M. – LOCATION:
Solaris Stable, Big 52 SC Branch The entrance of the bunker was an open, gigantic
round door two meters thick and six meters wide, with the usual symbol of the company
in the middle of it on both sides. Even here there were skeletons on the ground, littering
both the floor of the cave and the entrance hall of the Stable. The hall was illuminated
by flashing red and blue lights from four lamps on the ceiling, a clear sign of danger. “Uh, pretty lights!” Puppy jumped over the
reinforced door and trotted around the hall for a moment. There were skeletons even here,
and destroyed sentinels. The whole place was peppered with bullet holes. Other guns, other ragged dresses, bones, boo-ring….
“Say, Mister Voice, where is that ree-search place? Are we there yet?” “Negative. Current location: Solaris Stable
Entrance Hall. Downloading local maps. Warning. All blueprints for Solaris Stable are protected.
No maps available. Direct navigation is required. Auto mapping function activated.” “Ah, this means you have no idea where we
are going?” “Affirmative. Current location is partially
unknown. Impossible to set navigation points to the objective. Please proceed with caution.” Puppy’s eyes widened in surprise and glee.
“There’s something you don’t know! YAY! Who’s the smart pony now, who? Ah? Ah? Who is? Not
you Mister Voice! Bleh!” “Warning. This program is not designed to
feel bad. Any form of teasing will be reported to the Legal Department as infringement of
the license agreement per section 2, article 9, comma 12.” Puppy frowned, “Hey, stop using smart words
I don’t know! I’m not stoopid! I’m a smart, pretty pony and when I get big I will be as
intelligent as Pinkie Pie! Now let’s find this place, since you don’t know where it
is I will have to do all the work as usual…” From the main hall there was only a passage
inside the underground complex, maybe this whole ‘find the glass balls’ thing wasn’t
so hard as it seemed, after all; the place was still illuminated with the flashing blue
and red lights so it wasn’t very scary. The walls were painted in a light shade of blue
with a gray line and the floor had sweet white and black tiles, so Puppy started playing
with them, jumping only on the white ones and avoiding the black tiles because they
were super scary bottomless pits. Hey, it was even fun! “Yay, I’m Indiana Pones! Look
at me! Now I’ll-” “STOP RIGHT THERE, CRIMINAL SCUM!” Puppy sighed, she never lifted her eyes from
the floor; it was too good to last, she had to know that. “Please, Puppy please! Do not
start being bullybots! I don’t have time for this I have to find the balls and then find
Mom!” The foal tried her best pretty face, looking at the sentry bot with the two most
sorrowful eyes she could give. “SURRENDER NOW AND BE ANNIHILATED!” The twin miniguns on the sentry pointed at
Puppy, when suddenly the visor of the robot turned from red to blue and its voice changed.
“You again!? What are YOU doing here!?” Puppy was already asking for The Rock Of Destiny
but at that turn of events the filly tilted her head, a bit uncertain. “Mister Blue? Is
that you?” Footnote: Level up! (10)
New perk added: Finesse – No puppy, not there, please! +5% critical chance Link to Chapter 10 Link to Chapter 12 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. Huge thanks to Llama Llumps and Anonsamurai
for helping me both with the language and the eternal struggle of keeping the story
on its rails ^_^ and welcome to the official editor of the
story, uSea! the editing will begin from chapter 1 and proceed in chapter order, so please
be patient and one day all the fic will be okay! if you see credits to uSea in a chapter,
then it’s been edited (no, this is a notice so it does not count=P) It does now.

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