Tales by Balefirelight (a Fallout: Equestria Group Collab)

Sweet Tooth

by TundraStanza

You’re all alone and you wonder why.  You can’t shake this strong feeling that death is quickly approaching you.  Using the various corners of the building, you hide from the motion-sensitive cameras.  In light of these circumstances, you refuse to release any liquid from your eye ducts.  After all, you feel pretty sure that the promise of a baked reward was falsified information.

Whoever it was that placed you in this sterilized facility had the foresight to take away most of your weaponry.  It seems that you’re more of a threat to the scum of this world than you could even imagine.  The only “gun” that one of the rooms gave you was a space-bending device that rips holes in reality.  The catch is that you can only have two holes open at once and they must be ripped in flat surfaces such as the walls and floors.  Additionally, they don’t seem to work on all the surfaces in these hallways.

Eventually you pass enough of the “testing” phase to satisfy the mechanical voice overhead.  You see the robotic pony waving at you and smiling as the moving platform carries you over an oven-heated area that is stated to be over 4000 Kelvin.  Of course, you’re having none of that and rip two holes in reality just in time to escape dehydration of the extreme variety.

It seems that the android wasn’t as smart as you originally assumed.  All of your gear is in the box on the floor that you just propelled yourself to.  You pull out your favorite gun before delivering a few well-placed bucks into the cyborg's joints.  It seems to shiver on the floor, which begs the question of whether a robot such as this can experience fear.

“But… there was going to be… cake,” murmurs the android.

You briefly pause, not out of mercy but out of pity.  You click your weapon.

“I don’t have much of a sweet tooth,” you admit before pulling the trigger.