Fallout Equestria Short Stories: Tomorrow
By: BlueBlitz15
A Unicorn Stallion looked up at the sky from his vantage point on top of the watchtower he was situated in.”*sighs* “It never improves. Well maybe someday those Enclave bastards will come down and help. Heh, that’ll be the day.” He shakes his head and looks back to his pipbuck and checks his ammunition stores. He sighs at his lack of ammunition but figures he’ll get some more if he survives the continued attack of the raiders trying to end him. He turns his display off and picks up his Anti-machine rifle and checks his magazine for how many bullets are in the mag, five rounds. “Better make them count.”, He says to himself. He loads the magazine in and perches it atop the covered railing and scans the prison yard to see if any raider is dumb enough to poke their head up. Sure enough a male earth pony raider happens to be looking out of his cover so the Stallion takes his rifle and lines up the shot. He takes a deep breath and pulls the trigger.
The bullet hits and splatters the former Raider’s head against the concrete floor. The sniper chambers another bullet and readies for the response the raiders will surely have. It takes the remaining raiders to figure out that their comrades head is now mush but when they realized it they were quick to act. They all drew their weapons and once again went from cover to cover hoping to get a better vantage point. The Stallion takes his rifle and lines up another shot, a raider with an assault rifle. He lines it up and fires, hitting the raider in the chest. He smirked when the raider dropped down and didn’t move again. Two down, ten more to go, He thought. When he looks again he sees a raider awfully close to his tower and grabs his 9mm submachine gun and uses SATS to find the raider. SATS finds the unicorn buck with ease and gives the Stallion a 40% chance of hitting his head and a 43% chance with his torso. The Stallion takes the chance with the 43% and fires three bursts at the buck. Two of the three hit home. Three shots ripped the raiders left foreleg apart and the next three landed somewhere in his torso. The raider slumps over in pain and the Stallion fires another burst to finish the raider off. The shots hit the buck in the head and he slumps down again, this time not getting back up.
The stallion smirks again and holsters his SMG, and returns to his Rifle. He scopes out the yard again and sees the remaining Raiders actually in a retreat. The raiders start to run away from the tower and head back through the hole in the fence they made. The Stallion smiles and fires his last shots at the fleeing raiders. All his shots hit true and three more raiders are added to the corpse count. After the last few raiders leave the Stallion takes a sigh of relief. “I made it,” he said,” I made it though.” The Stallion wipes his head with a hoof and sits down on his haunches to laugh at his survival. “I lived to fight another day. Hopefully tomorrow will be different.” The stallion picks up his rifle and slings it over his shoulder and grabs any other supplies he left lying around and walked down the stairs attached to the side of the tower. He goes around to the bodies and starts to loot them of their supplies and ammo. Satisfied with his haul, he turns to the opposite direction of where the raiders went and heads in that direction. “Tomorrow. Things will be different. ”, He says to himself, as he walks up the hill and towards wherever the road will take him.
Author's Note
Short Story #1, hopefully I will put more of these out whenever I can. So for now sit back relax and enjoy the short stories to come!
Fallout Equestria Short Stories: Campfire
By: BlueBlitz15
An earthpony buck and a unicorn colt are hauling a cart full of supplies across the badlands near Flank. The sky is growing darker as the clouds thunder and grumble, waiting to unload the rain that is soon to come. "Alright, this is far enough." The earthpony buck said gruffly. The duo stopped and the colt collapsed on the ground panting almost to the point of hyperventilation. "You alright?" The buck said picking up the colt and sitting him against the cart. "I-I think so." He said, but as soon as he was sat up he started to cough, violently. The buck stood back a bit putting up a hoof and wincing slightly as if he had just been threatened. "That cough doesn't sound like its getting better. Maybe I shouldn't be pushing you so hard." The colt raises his hoof,"It's fine. It's fine. I'm-," the colt coughs violently again. "Hold on, I'll get the medicine and a fire going.", the buck says. The colt nods and holds his sides as he coughs and hacks again. The buck looks through the cart for a yellow medical box with pink butterflies on it. When he found it he opened it up and grabbed the bottle of pills inside labeled 'Cough Stoppers'. The buck opened the bottle and pulled out two pills. He closed the bottle and put it back in the medical box. "Alright, I've got your cough stoppers here. Take them." The buck opens his hoof and the colt uses his horn to magic the pills over to his mouth and swallows them. Almost instantly his coughing stops. "Th-thanks.", the colt says putting a hoof to his chest. "No sweat. It's what fathers do after all.", the buck says smiling at the colt. The colt smiles back and stands up. "Here,", he says,"Lemme help you with the fire." "Alright then son, get the match and tinder. I'll get the logs.", The buck said.
The duo dug into the cart and pulled out the logs and match set. The buck dug a little hole in the ground next to the cart and then set the logs inside the hole. The colt then put the tinder inside the log pile and set it ablaze with the match. Only a second after the fire ignited and started to radiate its warmth. "Yeah that f-fire feels nice.", The colt says sitting close to it while also levitating a blanket to himself and wrapping it around himself. The buck sits down on a spare log he had scoots it closer to his son. The colt leaned on his father for comfort, closing his eyes and slowly starting to slump over."D-dad, I'm-I'm very tired. Can I go to sleep?",The very exhausted colt said. "Hey now, don't go to sleep just yet son. I-i still gotta sing you a song.", The buck said a hint of worry in his voice. "B-but I'm tired dad.", The colt said with his tone leaning more towards whining. The buck sighed and said,"Alright. A-alright then. How about I sing you something classic. Something your great grandfather used to listen to when he was your age eh? How does that sound?" The colt looked at him with joy in his eyes but a tired expression on his face. "I'd like that dad.", the colt said. "Okay," The buck said,"Here it goes."
"Her name is Pinkie Pie,", The colt leans on his fathers lap.
"And she is here to say, She's gonna make you Smile and she will brighten up your day~", The buck puts his hoof on the colts shoulder and rubs it.
"It doesn't matter now, if you are sad or blue, cause cheering up her friends is just what she is here to do.", The colt is slowly closing his eyes and trying to fighting going to sleep but losing.
"Cause she loves to make you grin, grin, grin, yes she does. It make her when you beam, beam, beam, yes it does," The buck shakes his son lightly to help him stay awake.
"Cause all she really needs is a smile, smile, smile, from these happy friends of hers.", the colt's breathing is now slowing down and his heart rate is slowing as well.
"Hey dad, c-can you skip to the smile part?", the colt says slowly and drowsily.
"Alright. Just for you.", the buck says a tear starting to role down his face.
"Come on everypony, smile, smile, smile, fill my heart up with sunshine, sunshine, all I really need is a smile, smile, smile, from the lovely son of mine~", the buck sings holding the colt closer to him.
"It's the perfect gift for me~ Is a smile as wide as a mile, to make me happy as could be~ So Smile, Smile, Smile, Smile, Smiiiiiiiiiiiiile, come on and Smiiiiiiiiile, Come on and Smile.", the buck finishes and when he looks to his son, he looks as though he is peacefully sleeping.
The Buck moves the colt off of him and gives him a kiss on his cold forehead. "Good night my sweet prince.," He said, "Good night." Buck, moves the blanket to cover his son's body. He gives it one more glance and the moves over to the cart to dig out a shovel. After an hour the sky thunders and grumbles again except louder this time. At this point the Buck knew it would rain soon so he carefully lowered his son into the hole. After a few more moments he put a premade Cross into the ground with 'Sweet Prince' scratched onto it with a symbol of a flower crown below it. The buck put the shovel away in his cart and as he did, the rain finally came down and put out the fire in seconds. The Buck took a second to stand with his head bowed before the grave. Then he lifted his tear streaked face up and hooked himself up to the cart and followed the sunset.
Author's Note
Short Story #2, something a little more sad and hopefully I get at some feels and not fail miserably. Anyway hope you enjoyed!
