Fallout Equestria: Amnesia

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Rhythmically, the large monitor producing the faint blue glow to the large room around it plays it's life or death song, implying a heartbeat still pursues it's own quest of life. The large, stadium sized room is filled to the brink with odd machinery and devices, that even the few experts still left in Equestria could not tell you the uses of. Large water pipes pass their control valves, travelling upwards into the ceiling above, where they no doubt power something of importance. Pistons, the size of a small carriage go about their pumping, letting off hisses of steam as they work. The skeletons of long dead ponies hide in the corner of the room, curled up peacefully.

The pegasus mare sitting in front of the monitor pays no mind to the distractions around her. Rather, she taps away at the keyboard in front of her, producing long lines of coding jargon for the computer to process.

She looks to her left, admiring the silhouette of a stasis pod. Through the glass, the blue glow of the monitor allows her to see it's occupant. A beautiful young unicorn, with a silky purple coat and fiery orange mane, tipped with splashes of red. Peacefully she rests within the pod, unaware of what this comatose state means for her, or why wires and tubes are hooked in and out of every opening her body offers, pumping fluids and minor electrical currents into her body.

The pegasus grins maniacally as she finishes her work, trotting over to the blissful unicorn. She reaches out a hoof to stroke the glass of the pod, almost lovingly, whispering soft words under her breath.

“This... This will be enjoyable. Fret not, sleeping princess, it will all be over soon.”

The unicorn stirs in her sleep, causing a fleeting moment of panic for the pegasus. But the young mare simply shifts mid-slumber, enjoying a dream of peace, unaware it is the last one she will have ever again.

The pegasus turns around to face another pod, this one open, adjacent to the sleeping unicorn. She walks towards it, her wings fluttering weakly. Despite the curse of a first-glance, this pegasus reveals herself to be relatively elderly. Her hide clings to her bones, her mane reaching a greyish hue, and her wings unable to lift her up off the ground for very long.

“Not much longer,” She says to herself, as she climbs into the open pod, flipping a switch that activates the same type of tubes and wires feeding into the mare across from her. They plunge viciously into her, relentless despite her obvious discomfort. Once settled, the tubes began pumping various liquids into her, causing her eyes to droop. With a sealing hiss, the glass roof of the pod seals itself shut over her, and she is slowly enveloped by sleep.

Weeks soar past, without movement from either of the mares, both stuck in endless dreams by the machines they inhabit. The room stays empty and silent save for the machinery going through it's processes.

But all is not as well as it seems. Without warning, just after the third week, the light from the monitor goes out, the pistons slow to a stop, and the pipes stop flowing. For once, a true silence overtakes the facility, now bathed in total darkness. Someone, or rather something, moves between the pods to the monitor. It is impossible to make out anything about it in the darkness other then it's shape, which is distorted and misshapen in a way that is unrecognizable as a lone creature. It sidles it's way around the the back of the monitor, giggling in a deep, dark voice as it removes the back panel. It leans in, rewiring the monitor that the pegasus had spent so much time with.

After a few minutes, the entity returns the back-panel, before reaching around the the front of the monitor with a paw, hitting the 'on' switch. The monitor blinks into light, once again filling the room with a low glow. This time, however, the glow is a bright, flashing red. The security turrets above activate, dropping down and scanning for hostiles, but the intruder has already gone, in a puff of smoke.

The pistons do not turn back on, nor do the water pipes. The whole facility lays dormant, the red flashing light producing a warning of 'MALFUNCTION' on the screen.

The pegasus stirs in her slumber, a frown crossing her muzzle before her breathing comes to a slow stop.

The unicorn, however, suffers no such fate, and in fact slowly begins to open her eyes, dazed.

“...Who am I?”