Fallout: New Pegasus

Have you lived underground for so long that you forget what the sun looks like? To Mix Tape, it seemed as if she had been in this Stable for a thousand years. Stable 7, her home since the war started, held a group of ponies meant to rebuild society and promote democracy after the war. Her supposed job to save humanity? Why, she was the DJ, of course, she kept the ponies optimistic inside the hard steel bunker that they now inhabited for most of their lives.

Mix Tape tugged at the tight uniform that they were supposed to wear, sweating as she started up Radio Celestia for the morning routine, while Neon, her chameleon, hid amongst her now faded, highlighted mane. Softly dreaming of the cozy hooded vest she used to wear all of the time before the war, Mixxie’s mind traveled away from the task at hand. Thinking of all the ponies she used to know in Ponyville, she even somewhat missed the extremely obnoxious Pinkie Pie, wanting to return to the days where she hated having to clean up after the weekly mess. However, one pony held her thoughts the most: Vinyl Scratch… She didn’t know if her loved one survived, or if Ponyville even existed anymore.

“Mix Tape, why hasn’t the station been online yet?” a voice commanded over the speakers on Mixxie’s Pipbuck, a device use to monitor each pony’s status.

“I’m sorry, Overmare… I’ve been having these dreams again,” Mix responded meekly, wishing to sink into the solid metal.

“Get it up now, ponies are starting to wonder.” The voice clicked off.

Mix Tape started up her terminal, and activated the program to start the music, but before she turned it onto the speakers, an odd voice she had never heard before came up.
*pssst* “Hello, this is the Half Moon tribe; we have food, supplies, and clean water. If you need help, meet us 5 miles outside Ponyville, inside the Everfree forest. We will help you. I repeat-“

The voice faded quickly, as the signal faded out of range. Mix Tape sighed, and switched on the speakers, releasing the corny, cheery music that was too overplayed.

“What if this is my sign?” Mix taped muttered to herself. She reached inside her pocket to fish out her prescribed anti-psychotics, but then paused. She shook her head, took her hoof out of her pocket, and then proceeded to play the music. After all, it was her job, and she couldn’t just leave.

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Lightning Strike ratcheted back the bolt on his rifle, as he blasted the head of a golden gecko. The rifle clicked as a new round entered the chamber, cycling the spent round out. Slinging the rifle over his back, he trotted over to the fresh corpse for tonight’s meal. Several slabs of gecko meat later, Strike continued his trek to find his wife. Several years ago, a band of ponies took her away from him, his only love, Rainbow Flame, and he has been searching for any trace of her since they had been separated.

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Alarms sounded as Mix Tape pushed the lever to the vault door on, her eyes wild with adrenaline, and from the fact that she hadn’t taken her medication in three days. The lone guard, Diamond Tiara, came rushing toward Mixxie, baton flailing and high pitched voice screaming as loud as a pony could shout.

“Stop in the name of the Overmare! You are not allowed outside the Stables!!”

“You can’t make me, bitch!!” Mix Tape shouted. Diamond Tiara gasped in shock at the profane language that she used, thus breaking one of the rules set by the Overmare. Mixxie took this opportunity and bucked backwards, catching Diamond Tiara in the face with a wild, yet precise hoof. Diamond Tiara dropped like a rock, unable to defend her unconscious body.

“Now, there isn’t anything to stand in my way...” She whispered, and proceeded out of the Stables.

As Mix Tape stepped out into the open air, she finally saw the sun for the first time in 17 years, feeling its heat, yet becoming blinded by its bright light. Blocking the direct rays with her hoof until her eyes readjusted , Mix Tape stumbled blindly out in the open. Mumbling to herself, “ I don’t see why I couldn’t come out here before, it’s not so dangerous as everyone makes it out to be.”

Walking around the wasteland, Mix Tape found the remnants of a few houses. Searching around the ruins, she found nothing but a few household supplies and a Sparkle-Cola. Turning on her hoof, she walked out of the destroyed doorframe to find a place to sleep for the night.

The sunlight beat down as she traversed what used to be part of the Everfree Forest, now a dry, barren wasteland from the falling of the Megaspells. Finally reaching the treeline after a 3 mile trek, Mix Tape settled down in a clearing as the sun set. Closing her sore and weary eyes, Mix Tape laid down for the night in the wasteland.

Sleep did not last forever, though, as a loud growling noise shook Mix Tape up from her respite. She turned her head to see what the commotion was, staring right into the eyes of one of the biggest predators in the wasteland, the Yau Guai. Screaming in terror at the sight of the giant irradiated bear, Mix Tape scrambled to her feet and took off into the dark, unfamiliar forest. Screaming for help as the beast chased after her, she bumped into trees and rocks, until she stumbled and fell. Turning to face her imminent death, Mix Tape looked into the eyes of the Yau Guai, watching as a heavy paw slashed towards her. A searing pain came over her face and the side of her body as the claws ripped through her skin. As the mutant reached up for another strike, a loud popping noise sounded in the forest behind her. The Yau Guai fell silent as a bullet tore through its skull, taking the one of the most dangerous creatures in the wasteland down.