Fallout Equestria: I Forgot to Remember

"Hellloo! Dj-Pon3 here with some news! Now, I don't if any pony knows about The Spymaster's Tower, but if you ever go anywhere near Canterlot, Celestia knows why, look upwards and you might see a perfectly stable and undamaged tower rising abound the other buildings near the Palace. It might be a scavenger's paradise in there, if you're willing to go through Cloud, Ghoulies, and who knows what. Anyway, here's some music. It's Sweetie Be-"

I switched off the radio and looked around. Where the hell did that filly go? I've walked at least a mile and I haven't seen a trace of her.

I gave up and started walking back to Medic's place. Not two minutes later was the sound of a gunshot. I involuntarily slung the AMR off my back, not realizing that using my magic to fire the Rifle would probably result in it being flung into the nearby Galaxy. There was a shriek from a what I assumed was a mare and more gunshots. I went to where the gunshots were loudest, which happened to be an old office building. I slowly opened the door and peered inside. There was a beep and a laser shot down the hallway, just clipping a bit off my mane. I leaped away from the door. I put the AMR onto my back and took a deep breath.This is a stupid idea. I swung open the doors and sprinted through the hallway, spewing profanity all the way. This was a stupid idea!

I leapt into a broom closet just in front of the turret. It beeped a couple of times and went silent. I didn't risk popping my head out, as it would probably be taken off. I thought over my options, jump out and shoot it in the face, run past and have the chance of being singed in the rear, or sit here until I think of something a little smarter.

"Well, fuck it." I flung open the door, took out my .44 and put 5 rou- no wait, 7. Six? Whatever, into the turret. It exploded into a collection of shrapnel and wires. Just as I expected, somepony came running down the hallway. I couldn't tell if the pony was a mare or stallion, he/she was wearing a mask. They charged at me with a shotgun, screaming something inaudible. My eyes went wide when he/she shoved the barrel of their scattershot into my Adam's apple.

""Soooo, little colt got lost? Didn't know somepony had this place for their own, huh? Thought that turret there was just left over from the war? Ha! Well little colt, you best listen to what I say or your brains are gonna be a new mural!" I nodded response. From their voice I could tell that the pony was defiantly female, if a little raspy. She turned around, shotgun still floating below my chin. She gestured for my to follow, I did, again, I like my head intact.

As we walked I got the chance to look at the mare closer. She was wearing some sort of make-shift armour made from what appeared to be sheet metal with spikes dented in. Aside from the few plates on her flanks, her shoulder and her hoof, she was rather bare. The only other thing was bloodied bandages and a few straps. Her hood was made of....skin? Yep. Stitched together skin. It even had a real mane stuck on. How lovely. The more I looked at her I noticed that she was way too skinny to be healthy, I guess the scars and enter/exit wounds aren't so good either. She stopped and sniffed the air. For a moment he stood there in silence.

"C'mon little Colt." We went up a flight of stairs and into what I think is he Recreational Room. Mattresses were set up with a beautiful corpse tied to each one. I nearly vomited at the sight. The mare spun around and shoved the shotgun deeper into my throat. I heard a small *click* and released a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Oh that's just grand! You should have seen your face!"

"What the fuck was that! You scared the living shit out of me!" The mare laughed at a deafening level, tossing the empty shotgun to the side. I politely knicked the weapon, putting on my back. It was a simple semi-auto, not even a drum mag.

The mare turned around and threw a peice of meat at me.

"Eat up little colt. You'll need it." I crindged at the flesh inform of me. It wasn't even cooked! I was hungry though, and I suppose these pointy teeth of mine aren't for nothing. I took a big chunk out of the hunk of meat, it was...surprisingly tasty! Once I finished my little snack I went over to the mare who seemed to be tapping away at a terminal.

"So, crazy mare who I thought was going to blow my head off, what's your name? And more importantly what's with the corpses?" She grunted at turned to me.

"What are you? A Vaulty? Don't look like one... Well, I'm a Raider, names Point Blank. I have those corpses so if anypony ever finds my little home, they run the fuck out." I responded with a flat 'Oh, okay'. I began to walk away when I felt a hoof in my shoulder. "Where do you think you're going little colt? Think you can just leave without saying goodbye to your new friend?"

"Friends know each other's name."

"You know mine. So, why not tell me yours?"

"Queenston." She stood up and gave me a pat on the back.

"Well Queenston, let's go somewhere and wreck havoc!"