Pinkamena?

Epilogue

My World

The light faded from my vision and I looked around. I was back home, on my “bed”, all alone again. My memories were back, and I could see how Unit 0 was going to pose a problem.

I imitated a sigh, running on habit more than need, as humanity was no longer around me. Walking out of my makeshift shelter, I stared at the sky.

Red, burning red. Smoke filled the air with toxins, killing any oxygen-breathing life form brave enough to come near here, where the fires still raged. The ground was a wasteland, dotted with craters, and no life to speak of.

Burning streaks fell toward the Earth, splitting the sky in half. Chunks of rock smashed into the ground near me, not big enough to pose a threat to an android like me.

Over in the distance, I saw a storm brewing. Ever since the end, weather had been odd. England was bombarded with hurricanes, Switzerland dried up and baked, even Russia had been assaulted by lightning storms.

I walked over to the small machine beside my home, a scrap-metal satellite dish on top. My transmitter had only gained a few dents overnight, nothing to worry about. The transmitter was my only hope of getting off of this dead rock.

The once-beautiful bastion of humanity was no more, just a clod of dirt floating through space. I had lived on this planet for nearly fifteen centuries. Only four hundred years ago, the meteors hit.

It had been small at first, the occasional debris falling onto a building and crushing it, but as time went on, the meteors grew bigger and more frequent.

One day, a chunk of rock large enough to crush the entirety of Illinois smashed into the border of Arizona and Utah, burning the entire West Coast of the United States. Then, a meteor the size of Texas slammed into Bolivia, shattering the entire continent of South America.

Things only got worse from there. Flesh-eating plagues, riots, droughts, famines, and wars raged as the heavens fell to earth.

There was no hope left for the planet, but I could only hope humanity itself had survived.

The area I was in now, near the ruins of the town Meshchovsk, in Russia, was the site of the meteor that destroyed Eastern Europe and most of North-Western Asia.

Each rock had hit nearly a decade apart. Most of the world was devastated, especially with the smaller meteors coming in and crushing cities.

My only question to Tempora was: Why?

I saw a black shape descending from the heavens, as if to lift me to the afterlife. I discarded such foolishness, deciding that it was probably a ship. Finally, a way out.

Author's Note

Sorry it was so short, but there was only so much exposition I could fit in one chapter without boring you all.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed "Pinkamena?" It was really fun to write, and to expand my character in DERP. Now, I'm sorry to say that DERP won't be out for at least half a year, and the pony-sequel to this will take even longer. I don't want to keep you guys waiting, but this is what we get when I decide to join a group project.

Now, just to note: Almost ALL of my stories will take place in the same universe. If not, they will be marked otherwise.

My next story is an AU fic that shall be titled: "Discord Rules".

I hope to see you all there!