Fallout Equestria: A Heart Full of Bullets

I pushed through the small crowd of fillies and colts, trying to get to the front of course. I needed to know what all of this commotion was about. It's not everyday the colts and fillies, over the age of fifteen, get called to Fluttershy's cottage. The elderly mare was very shy and usually loved being alone, although she also loved the company of foals and animals. I finally pushed my way to the front and sat by my surprised friend, Bramblehoof. I looked at him confused, why was he staring like that. It wasn't until I followed his gaze that my own muzzle dropped open too. In front of me, stood a navy blue pony with a black and midnight silver striped mane. Otherwise he had a robotic foreleg instead of a real one on his left side. It was pretty fucking creepy if you ask me. A quick movement to my right caused my head to turn. Fluttershy now stood by the stallion, that's what I guessed it was, and smiled a soft smile.

"Now, now my little ponies, it's rude to stare-"

"That's quite alright, Fluttershy, let them stare for the longer their mouths stay open, the more time I have to cut their tongues out," the stallion interrupted, an evil grin forming on his face,

we jumped back, closing our muzzles and shivering with fear. He chuckled before continuing,

"Ahahaha, I'm just kidding kids, no need to fear me," his voice was rough but smooth it was, strange?

He than enlightened us with a gentle smile while, Fluttershy spoke,

"Now why don't you come back to your seats dears so he can introduce himself-" she beckoned us with her hoof to come back, we obeyed, "- this is Mr. Bulletmoon, he's here to tell you his story from when the world was in total chaos,"

"Please, call just call me Bullet or Bulletmoon, none of this mister nonsense-" his expression changed from happy to depressed, "- and yes, the land of Equestria was dark back when I was young, well more in my early twenties, but yes in my younger years-" his frown turned to a smile, "- but those times weren't all dark, some ponies found something dear to their heart, even the ones full of bullets filled with savagery, betrayal, and finally loneliness," his gaze traveled across the small crowd before he sighed and ran his real hoof through his mane, "unfortunately mine was filled with every single one of those bullets," he grinned, "that is until two ponies brought me into the light of friendship, love, and happiness,"

I couldn't help it, I had to ask the question,

"Um...um excuse me...um...Bulletmoon" he paused and turned his to look at me, "...what was it like having all of those...um-" I paused and tapped my hoof on my chin, "- 'bullets' in you,"

He gave me a warm smile before saying, "well, why don't we start my story so you can find out and if you pay attention than you will understand what it was like being...well, me! Now, everypony quiet down so we can begin."

It wasn't until he used his magic to grab a book from his worn down saddlebags, that I noticed the horn on his head. He sat down and gazed upon the crowd before opening the book, which happened to be worn down as well. He flipped through the book before letting out a small chuckle,

"I'm sorry, it's just, I haven't touched this thing in three years, so...um...yeah let us begin"

The wasteland, it's been called that for I don't know how long, but it wasn't always like that. No it was much nicer than, no stables, no raiders, no slavers, and no radiation and mutated creatures. But that damn war caused us to abandon our ways and go into these underground fortresses called stables. They were our safe havens for years, that is until we decided it was time to go outside. We had to adapt to survive, we had become the animals, THE MOTHERFUCKING PRISONERS OF THE MOTHERFUCKING WORLD. Maybe, I should just cut to the chase before I go insane. The names ,Bulletmoon or Bullet for short. I'm twenty-five, and I'm an intelligent but strong unicorn stallion. I was born in stable thirty-four, and was destined to be a guard, that is until the whole stable decided to leave when I was seventeen.