Fallout Equestria Omega's Trials

Omega’s Trials
Chapter 4

We silently walked up the stairwell until we reached the ground floor. It was still night for a few more hours, and I honestly felt like crap. I was covered in oil, bruised, burnt, there were a few holes in my armor, and I was exhausted. Tick-Tock had been fairly quiet. Not talking, but still humming some tune I had never heard before, while walking in step. Most of my anger was gone and I had to admit he was right; I wasn’t going to last three months, especially if everypony thought that I was the reincarnation of Angelo’. I wasn’t going to survive without help, and I as much as I hated him, he had so far been the only one who had not tried to kill me.

“I’ve decided that while I’m out of the stable I’m going to look for my father.” His ears perked like he had been waiting for me to break the long silence. “He is a Steel Ranger named Iron Saddles. I don’t know if he is even alive, but it gives me something to do.”

“Okay.” He kept walking. “Well, that makes keeping you alive a lot more fun.” I didn’t even have to look to know if he was smiling.

“I didn’t ask for your help,” I retorted, completely forgetting that I was going to need it.

“You haven’t, yet.” His tone dropped, and he sounded cryptic. “The Steel Rangers are primarily stationed at the MWT wall of the Hub. They routinely send scouts and teams in there to bring out shiny toys.”

“My mom mentioned the Hub, but said she never got close to it. What is it?”

“It was the biggest transportation and manufacturing facility in Equestria before the war, lots of guns and security measures. It somehow shrugged off a balefire bomb.” He looked up towards the ceiling. “Never actually been there myself, but would like to go someday.”

“Let me guess. Lots of ponies fight over salvage rights?”

“Not much violence really, but lots of tension though.” I looked at him puzzlingly. “The area outside the building is a weak mute zone, and if a gun is fired within a mile of the building or on the first floor, it goes into lockdown. Nopony in or out until it gets lifted. I think it takes a week, so that’s a week of salvage teams being shot at by robots and turrets and other things.” He finished, and took out one of the canisters, put it in his mouth, and a small red beam of magic shot out. “It’s nothing more than a high powered flashlight, but better than nothing.” He tossed it to me.

“Thanks?”

“No problem. I don’t like using magical weapons. They don’t have the same authority as a regular gun.” He stowed the other one in his saddle bags.

“Right…” Something about that didn’t seem quite right, “You just gave me a gun because you don’t like it?”

“That,” he paused and rested his hoof on his chin, “AND you probably need it more than me.”

“The fuck? I have the finest combat training my stable can provide!” I stomped.

“You were trained by ponies that most likely haven’t had decent experience in two centuries.” He looked around the corner cautiously. “You have thirty shots. Be careful, and that may burn if you fire it too much.”

“Alright.” I didn’t really care, it was a weapon, and he did have a point. It still worked and shot, right?

We were almost to the lobby where we entered, when the front door slammed shut.

“Everypony okay?” An authoritative mare’s voice called out amidst panting.

“Just some scratches, Hammer,” a stallion answered; there were some more “uh-huh”s. I checked my EFS. Five total, all red.

“Tracer, you sure those tracks led up here?” Hammer shouted.

“Yeah Hammer, I’m sure.” The voice of this stallion sounded like he gargled gravel. “Either that, or they were carried off and bled dry when they reached the door.” He coughed or laughed, or both.

“They weren’t. Angelo’ Death wouldn’t die that easily, and the other one beat the shit out of that buffalo. I’d hate to have a round with him,” Hammer growled. I looked over to Tick-Tock, and he had the same look on his face as when he was waiting for Thunderstomp.

There were five in total; Hammer, the leader, was a red, scarred unicorn mare and had a sledgehammer that looked just like the one that I’d want to use on my father; Tracer, the first ghoul I had ever seen, looked like a pile of walking beef jerky. He had a sniper rifle. I hadn’t got the names of the other three, an earth pony and two unicorns. They had, respectively, a shotgun which didn’t look too bad, a flame thrower mounted onto the back of the earth pony, and an assault rifle that seemed to glisten in the lights. I watched them camp out from the hallway window overlooking the front desk.

“I want that hammer.” I mumbled, barely audibly.

“An Angel Slayer?” Tick-Tock mumbled in my ear, almost making me jump.

“Who?” I whispered, glancing out of the hallway. He gave me the” I’ll explain later” look. “Well do you have a plan?”

“Yeah, but you really won’t like it.” He insisted.

“What, I-“ Tick-Tock shoved my head out of the way of the Tracer’s bullet.

“My plan, make it up as I go.” He laughed, dragging me through the hallway until I got to my feet and started following him.

We were running down the stairs, and Tick-Tock was right about the magical weapon being on par with an overpowered flashlight. He could’ve also gotten me some more ammo for the thing. One thirty-round, blast, zap, charge, or whatever the fuck it was called wasn’t going to do the job. I leapt down a flight of stairs to avoid the levitating hammer. I switched to the 10mm.

Bullets flew by me as I jumped over the railing to the next flight; I had lost Tick-Tock. He had said he’d be right back, but two minutes is a long time to wait for somepony when you are being chased by some vengeful, murderous thugs.

I turned my head and activated SATS. Hammer and Tracer were nowhere in sight, and neither was Tick-Tock. He said “Elevator,” and left, however the other three were right above me. I targeted the head of the mare with the combat shotgun. With three bullets, one hit her jaw, turning it into bloody pulp and breaking her concentration and dropping the shotgun. The other two missed by inches. Before I could press my advantage, Assault rifle opened fire while Flamer ran out and got her bleeding companion. I kept running down the stairs while Assault Rifle kept in pursuit. I was able to stay just far enough ahead of him to avoid being in the way of the barrel, as he followed me down to the factory floor, where I found Tick-Tock.

He was fighting Tracer and Hammer on the newly restarted assembly line, dodging equipment, hammers, and bullets coming at him; his face was calm joy. Tracer stood barely visible inside the elevator shaft. He levitated his gun to aim at me.

I heard a bang, and felt a sharp sting in my back right leg. My pipbuck promptly informed me it was crippled. Another shot fired, hit my other rear leg. I just barely made it to cover in an office as one ricocheted off the doorframe.

My hind legs were in bad shape, I was losing blood, and Tracer was just sitting out there waiting. I had no idea if Tick-Tock was going to be done fighting Hammer in time to help me, or if he even had the necessary skills to help. I was in tears at that time, and I drank a healing potion to slow the bleeding. I’d have to fix my legs up before they healed completely. If that happened, then I’d be screwed.

There were slow and steady hoof steps. I could barely hear them over the fight outside. I looked over, and through the wall I saw Tracer’s red bar on my EFS get closer and closer. Then the steps shrunk to an almost nonexistent sound. He wasn’t counting on my EFS tracking him around the corner. As soon as he rounded the corner and pointed the sniper rifle where my head was, I pushed away from the wall and slid into SATS with the 10mm in mouth. Through the stopped time of SATS, I could see every grotesque detail on his face; the spots where his body had rotted away revealing muscle and bone, his skin looked like worn leather, and his black mane was stringy and looked as though it was about to fall out… It had in most places. I targeted his legs and the gun. I didn’t want to kill him, even though he looked dead. All three shots hit their marks, the bullets breaking his fore legs, and the gun left the levitation field. He fell to the ground, yelling and swearing.

“Fucker!” He grabbed his knife and levitated it at me. I rolled away from each stab, and with SATS on, I put my last 10mm bullet through his head. He lay there as black stuff, which I could only assume was the ghoul equivalent of blood, oozed out of his forehead and mouth. I felt a new pain when I tried to move again; his last thrust from the knife hit me. I think in the kidney. That’s what my pipbuck indicated, at least.

I crawled out of the office and to the catwalk, overlooking the factory floor where Tick-Tock and Hammer had been fighting. He had that disturbing look of joy his face, and I felt nauseas trying to keep up with them. I sat down, careful not to move the knife. I didn’t want to make the bleeding any worse. I was forgetting something, something important… There was a click as the action on an assault rifle went back. Oh right, that.

I tried to move away from him, but there was no way I was going to make it. I felt his hoof stomp on my broken leg. I screamed as his other hoof stomped my other crippled leg. The barrel of the gun was pressed against the back of my head. I was crying. Even with help, three months was impossible.

There was a yell in some foreign language, followed by a wet slicing sound, and a yelp came from behind me. The weight of the pony on my legs vanished, and I was able to turn around. Through fading vision as my body started to go through shock, a brown pegasus hovered in front of me, blood dripping from his bladed wings. The pony that was holding the gun against my head was being forced to stand on his hind legs as he bled out. His eyes looked down at the bladed wing sticking half way through his gut, then to the pegasus, and then his eyes glazed over and he died, gurgling. He turned his attention back to Hammer, after he blocked the doorway with a robot.

“Sorry about that, now where were we?” He descended back to the factory floor to where his coat fell and put it back on. He stepped back and popped his neck. Hammer’s look of determination melted to fear and shock as she took a few steps back from Tick-Tock, as had landed on the assembly line in front of her again. He lunged at her and cut right above her face. She snapped back to reality and swung her hammer. Tick-Tock somersaulted backwards and skidded to a stop. “You’re pretty good.”

“I’m a fucking Angel Slayer, I have to be good.” She looked over at me and looked back at Tick-Tock.

Tick-Tock glanced over. “Omega, sit tight for three minutes.” His eyes widened, as he looked me over again and he corrected himself. “One minute.”

They started fighting back and forth, Tick-Tock’s knife narrowly missing or just not cutting deep enough, and her attacks with the hammer getting more and more frantic. I really hoped she didn’t kill Tick-Tock; I was going to do it myself, maybe. I wasn’t sure. What I was sure of, was that I would need at least three healing potions to fix the stab, and some surgery on what was left of my legs.

She smiled, as her feint got Tick-Tock to charge. She levitated out a shotgun and pulled the trigger, blasting his…empty…coat? Vision starting to blur… not good… I was losing too much blood. Sounds were starting to go, also.

“Da…I…ked that coat.” He said, floating in the air. Massive headache and going cold, definitely not good, definitely needed a transfusion... My hooves started to feel very tingly.

Her lips were moving, but I couldn’t make sense of anything she said. She looked upset. She kept saying somepony was dead.

Now Tick-Tock was talking about somepony being dead and he looked weird too, with his …wings. Had they been there the whole time? He said that she was going somewhere too, but I couldn’t keep up… Too much blood loss… She swung her hammer. There was a crack as it connected. He smiled, and didn’t seem to notice.

His wings cut through her neck, separating her head from the rest of her body. Her body stood there for a second, looking like a fountain as her heart continued to pump blood out until she fell to the floor. Lots and lots of blood… Drip drop, splish-splash… I was really groggy.

“Get me a doctor.” I was lucid enough to ask that before passing out from blood loss and exhaustion. I think physical and mental shock were factors too, at some point.

I was on Tick-Tock’s back as we ran through the factories distribution tunnels being chased; my legs were held together with tape and healing bandages. Red bars moved around my EFS. It was weird feeling his wings under his coat. I was fading in and out of consciousness. Occasionally, we stopped and he’d leave me for a little bit, and then come back. He kept talking to me, asking me about my stable, family, friends. Then I finally blacked out.

I awoke in a small box about the size of my room in the stable, bloody surgical instruments next to me, and assorted medical equipment. I was aware of a burning sensation in my legs, and numbness in the rest of my body. I felt heavy, sore and barely lucid.

“Good, you’re up,” said the sickly pale unicorn stallion with a scraggly grey mane. It looked like he was literally tied into knots as he walked around the rectangular room, and checked some equipment hooked up to me. He touched his horn to my head, and I became immediately aware of how much pain I was in. I felt like my legs had an egg beater with a blow torch on it and they let Spaz go at it. His lack of concern in my pain was quite disheartening. “Listen, I have to deal with enough problems, that I don’t need you to go and rip yourself apart after I put you back together. If it wasn’t for Tick-Tock, you’d be on the side of the train tracks waiting to be found and turned in for the bounty.”

“Bounty?” I winced, Goddesses this hurt! I really hoped he would numb me again.

“Yeah, the new Angelo’ Death has gained some popularity.” His apathy towards my discomfort made me doubt he was really my doctor. “Tick-Tock snuck into the car while we were switching pullers and left you in my hooves. Told me you were innocent, paid me for the work I’d have to do, and left. Said he’d meet you at Switch Yard. Hell of a friend you earned yourself.”

“He’s not my friend.” I tried to get up, then fell down as he numbed me again. “What’s the bounty?”

“Fifty Thousand caps.” My discomfort was lifted momentarily, and replaced with shock, but it came right back. I think it may have been anger. Finally, he numbed my legs and I was able to endure the pain a lot better. Why was he laughing? “Tick-Tock carried you here through a flock of bloodwings, got shot at by the guards, paid for your ticket and treatment, and said to tell you he’d meet you at Switch when we dropped you off.” Then his tone became sharper. “If that’s not a friend, then you need to tell me what one is.”

I laid there in disbelief. What was Tick-Tock’s deal? My mom said that I’d meet ponies who were nice to me one minute, and then enslave me the next. It didn’t make sense what was he gaining out of this, he had only known me for a few days. You don’t form friendships over that short a time, do you? In the stable, I had never really had a friend, just mentors, and my mother. I guess you could count her. Maybe FM also, I mean, we had…done stuff… but not really a bond. All the bonding had been done while she dug around in my skull. For all I knew, it was to gain leverage on my mother for a better position in the stable.

I finally answered. “I don’t know.” And that was the honest to Celestia truth. I had never really had one before, so had nothing to base this off of. “Do friends drag each other into a position that gets them shot?”

“Sometimes. I think it’s a family trait, had to fix up his brothers often enough, too.” He gave me a hard look. “I’m a physician, not a shrink, but you need to find out if this Tick-Tock is your friend, which is extremely likely. Your stuff’s in the locker. Your…whatever you call him, personally loaded it in there before he left the train.”

“Thanks.” I groaned. Even with the anesthetic spell , my legs still hurt.

“Don’t thank me.” He walked out of the car. As doctors go, I put him at a six. He did fix me up, but his bed side manner needed work. “I recommend three days’ rest before you go out and do anything in the wasteland. Not that anypony ever listens to their doctor, but still.”

The door to the train car shut and he left me alone with my thoughts. Tick-Tock was dangerous, insane, and unpredictable, but he saved me time and time again after letting me make mistakes. He caused a couple of them, too, but promptly fixed them… or at least tried to. Was he really trying to be my friend?

The door opened, and in walked a young unicorn mare with a .308 bullet cutie mark. She paused, wide-eyed, seeing me on the gurney, then recovered and went to searching through the medical supplies.

“Hello, anything I can help you with?” I asked, picking myself up on my fore hooves to get a better look at her. Her coat was a cream color with a curly orange mane.

“Nope, just getting something for my brother. Tanglebones said it was alright.” She didn’t glance at me or anything, just kept searching through the cabinets, levitating things out and putting them back. I eyed her wearily. “Don’t worry, he keeps a careful stock. If anything goes missing, he knows it.”

I still didn’t fully believe her. I knew how valuable this stuff was, and how much it was worth out here. To add to that, she seemed familiar in a bad way, her attitude, the way she talked and walked. It had the same confidence as the bandit who robbed me my first day out.

“Didn’t catch your name?” I smiled. She gave me a look of what-the-hell-kind-of-drugs-is-he-taking?

“Sure Shot.” My jaw dropped, and my eyes went wide. Luckily, I regained my composure before she turned around and looked at me. I rolled over and thought about how long it would take me to get to the locker if she did try to rob it.

She pulled a vial of cough medicine out of the cabinet and closed it. “Do those pipbuck things really do everything that’s advertised?”

“Like what?”

“Like tell you if somepony is going to shoot you, map out the environment, mark places just because I say something like ‘Horseshoe Weapons Manufacturing’.” My pipbuck gave off a barely audible chirp as the location was marked.

“Yes it does all those things; it also acts as a broadcaster and receiver and can pick up the radio stations.” I boasted. “Also keeps track of hydration, physical health, and-“ She was levitating a scalpel to my throat.

“That’s enough. I’ll be taking it then.” Just. Like. Her. Sister.

I had to laugh at the ridiculousness of her request. “Look, Sure Shot, this thing doesn’t come off without the proper tool which is in the stable; the only other way you can get this off is through amputation.”

My brain kicked me for suggesting that to a possibly sadistic pony, whose sister had robbed me. I saw her eye the bone saw, and then the most unexpected thing happened while I sat there grinning, or doing my best to. She put the scalpel down and walked out of the car, cough medicine in tow.

“Don’t forget how lucky you are, Stable Pony,” she grumbled as she left. Somehow, with my crippled legs, and being left to the mercy of a wasteland doctor that I had a very healthy guess didn’t graduate from an accredited academy -or an academy at all- I wasn’t feeling lucky. However, my pipbuck was still on my leg, and without it, navigating the wasteland would be impossible.

The hours seemed to pass by painfully slowly; with no sign of the doctor, or anypony, I sat there and stared at the ceiling. I’d kill to be a unicorn right now, with their cheating magic, even if it was just levitation. That would be so useful. Night fell, and it started to rain. The train came to a stop. I’d never seen lightning or heard thunder before. My mom mentioned it briefly when I asked her about weather patterns. She said ‘they were unpredictable and erratic, and to look out for flood zones’.

When the thunder boomed the noise jolted me, and I rolled off the gurney and onto the floor. I stumbled around trying to regain my footing, but my rear legs were numb still, so I repeatedly fell around the car. I decided to lie down and wait instead of risking further damage to myself. What kind of pony doesn’t listen to their doctor’s advice?

“What the hell happened to you?” The doctor asked, when the train had started moving again and he was back to check up on me. His entrance synchronized with a lightening flash, and it made me wonder if he was watching.

“I fell.”

“Uh-huh.” I felt something cold and metal snap around my legs. I glanced down at the braces. “Don’t get over excited, the second you’re off the train they come back to me, so you best hope Tick-Tock can get you some enough caps for them. Otherwise, they stay here.”

“Has anypony ever told you that your bedside manner needs work?” His horn flashed, and the anesthetic spell vanished revealing just how much pain falling had caused. Compared to this, the pain from when he removed the spell earlier was nothing. My brain called me in to a conference, and told me my mouth was fired. “Sweet Celestia, I take it back!”

“Not before you shut up and listen.” He levitated me back on to the gurney and slammed me down hard. “It’s painfully obvious that you’re fresh out of the stable, so I’m going to give you some advice.”

“DON’T CRITICIZE THE PONIES WHO HAVE EXPERIENCE IN THIS SHIT!” He regained his composure, “What’s the worst injury you had in the stable?”

“A 7 inch gash across my face from when I crashed into a unicorn.” I looked up at him and frowned disapprovingly. My mind wandered back to thoughts of beautiful FM.

“And how did you treat it?”

“With a healing potion, what other ways to treat it are there?” Minor things like that don’t warrant major surgeries.

“Out here in a mute zone, you know what that healing potion would do?”

“Be less affective?” I shrugged. That’s what mute did, weaken magical things.

“In SOME places, there are mute zones so strong that nothing magical, and sometimes even chemical, works.” He gave me a hard look as my eyes widened.

“What?” Oh wasteland, with your infinite surprises...

“Those healing potions you believe will save your life with one step… they become nothing more than red water.” His face was deadly serious.

“But how do you treat a pony in those conditions? Wait, that means no magic either.” He looked at me and nodded, his hard look melting away.

“Exactly. So I’ve had to operate on ponies, without magic. I’ve set legs the hard way, sewn injuries that require hundreds of stiches with my mouth, while the patient is screaming for anesthetic.” He looked down at me. “Trust me, you’ve had it easy.”

“I-I had no idea, my mother-“

“Trust me kid, its hell out here. You’d be best off getting back to your stable as soon as possible. By the way, your friend told me to give you this when you were lucid enough.” He levitated a small envelope out from the locker my things were stored in, and placed it on a tray in front of me. He then mercifully hit my legs with the anesthesia spell again before walking to his cabinets with a clipboard and pencil to take stock.

“Omega,

Sorry I had to abanden you on the train there, but you needed help and I didn’t have the caps for both of us and your operation. Im insane not stupid. I recognized the extint of the damage and blood loss. You wanted to know more about Angelo’ Death? His actions hit the wastland pretty heavily, especially the pegasus. They faced some pretty horrible discrimination. Not just kicked out of towns but murderd entire towns hunting them down. It was not fun time, and it’s still here, so whatever you saw in the factory you didnt see.

Tried to keep everything basicly the same. Your cutie mark is a griffon symbol, which means the End. Means the same thing to them as your sickle. You need a new name by the way, Trench heard you tell me yours. How about we go for Scythe?

-Tick-Tock.

p.s. I would’ve told you if you asked.

p.s.s. If you plan to apologiz there’s no need, emotions were high and I was a bit out of control also.

p.s.s.s. Somepony named FM called on your pipbuck, I said you were too busy dyeing from blood loss to talk, she seemed upset, told her to try again in a few days.”

“Okay, so I take it back, you are not illiterate.” His letter was full of errors, vagueness, and was just plain jumbled, but it got the point across. What did he mean out of control? I was the one who attacked him. And he told FM I was dying? I may not have to find out about him, I was going to kill him. But what did he mean try to keep everything the same? “Mirror?!” They probably heard me scream all the way back to 77.

“Quit your whining, it’s not that bad.” Tanglebones said, unzipping my mouth.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I’M GREEN!” I screamed, staring into the mirror the doctor had levitated above me. That wasn’t even the worst part, my cutie mark had been changed also. It had gone from being a sickle, MY sickle, to a black semi-circle. It only went to around what looked like 270 degrees, and at the bottom, two short lines shot out of it, leaving an open end.

“I followed Tick-Tocks advice to the letter.” His horn glowed and he zipped my mouth shut again. “Yes, I know you’re green, the same color green as your mane was, and your mane is the same color your coat was.”

I unzipped my mouth. “AND MY CUTIE MARK?!”

“Well that’s a bit more confusing for me.” He put his hoof on his chin. “I know what it means, but I don’t know what it is. Tick-Tock’s never been normal.”

There was a horrendous shriek from the brakes as the train slowed to a stop. Holiday swore under his breath as he looked out the window.

“We’re being searched.” He looked at me, “Well, we get to see how well your disguise works.”

“Seriously?” I asked in panic.

“Yes.” He floated the note that had fallen on the floor back into the locker.

“And if they find me?” I was starting to sweat.

“Most likely, it will involve slow and painful torture, paying you back for all the shit Angelo’ did.” How was he so calm? One of his patients might be killed in the most painful way imaginable, and he didn’t seem to give a damn.

“They all felt him universally.” Tick-Tocks words echoed in my head

“What did Angelo’ take from you?” I asked, against my better judgment. Nopony wanted to talk about it.

“A good friend.” He said in the same vague cryptic mysticism as Tick-Tock. He went back to checking his stock.

The door to the medical car flung open, and the three of the toughest looking ponies I had ever seen walked in, all three of them sporting new battle saddles with mini-guns and shotguns mounted on the side. On the back of the saddles, where a cutie mark would be, was a white ‘A’ with a bulls-eye over it. They glanced through the car, at my pipbuck, at me and at my cutie mark. I skillfully rolled my leg so that my real cutie mark, the sickle on my pipbuck, was facing the gurney. Tanglebones would have to hide that too, I bet.

“What do you Angel Slayers need?” Tanglebones finally broke the silence with an apathetic tone, not even looking up from his clipboard.

“We’re looking for Angelo’ Death. Black coat, green mane, sickle cutie mark, stable 77 armor, and a pipbuck.” I moved my fore leg with my pipbuck on it under my head. “Sent twenty ponies into the protectopony plant, and two came out. He probably escaped through the underground tunnels, and he may have hitched a ride on this train.”

“Nopony has been through here; go ahead and ask Scythe there, he’s been here all day.” He gestured to me.

“Nope haven’t seen anypony like that all day.” I lied my best, but I had always been bad at this. The Angel Slayers looked me over, then back to the old unicorn with shackles as his cutie mark.

They slowly walked through the car, keeping their eyes on me the whole time.

I waited until a few minutes after they left the car to ask my questions.

“Who were those ponies, Tanglebones?” I asked, getting off the gurney and testing out my braces. They squeaked when I walked.

“Angel Slayers,” He looked up from his clipboard. “Combination of mercenaries, raiders, and bounty hunters, stationed out of Baltimare Skyport. They own a small section of the Hub.”

“Who are they working for?”

“Right now? The Triumvirate.” He went back to checking stock.

“The who?”

He sighed and mumbled about stable ponies, then went into the details. The Triumvirate was formed during Angelo’ Death’s rampage. A year before he vanished, the three ponies in charge were Granite, the power; Cutter the brains; and Ka-Ching the money. What they say, while it goes largely ignored in most parts of the wasteland in Baltimare and the Harbor, it is law.

Every time he answered one of my questions, it only made me ask another one, which he would answer in the same vagueness he answered the previous questions with.

“Scythe, I don’t try to keep up with what’s going on, my job is-“I stopped him mid-sentence.

“Don’t call me that, that’s not my name.” He looked up from his clipboard and looked towards me.

“Well you need to come up with one; you can’t use your old name.” He looked at me, grinning at his joke.

“I know.” I sighed. I was so proud of my Sickle, so proud that I was the first pony in my age group to earn theirs. It felt like I had just lost a part of me. Holiday looked like he was about to say something as the train’s whistle blew. The Angel Slayers had finished searching and were moving on. The disguise worked, but I wasn’t happy. It felt like I had lost who I was.

(Level Up) Disguised-Congrats you have had a complete makeover now nopony recognizes you! Complete karma neutrality.

I’d like to thank my amazing friend Sara for editing and making it readable and I’d like to thank Kkat for creating the world of Fallout Equestria.