Fallout Equestria: Revenge

I had seen her. She was lined up perfectly in my sights. That little gray unicorn. I hadn't cared who she was. Money was money, and I was dealing with a lot of it. Then a bang. Then darkness. I'd been shot. I stumbled, not knowing that my eye was gone. I stepped on a piece of metal that beeped and exploded. As I flew through the air, I saw him. The white Pegasus. He was wearing a suit with a smile on his face. I landed, three of my legs as well as my eye gone and my back broken. I should've been dead. At the time, I'd wished I was. Now, two months later, I'm ready to find him. Now it's time for revenge.

I should probably explain what happened to me after that night. Well, if you really want to know, and it probably will explain a few things. Alright fine. After I blew up, I managed to crawl back to my home, which was only a short walk from my hunter's blind. When I got inside, I got to my fireplace and burned the stumps of my legs. It was a wonder I hadn't died of blood loss yet. I had experienced pain before, but when I placed my stump of a foreleg in the flames, I almost bit through my own teeth. I had screamed. But it was necessary. If I was going to live, I had to do this. But my body was telling me that it didn't want to live, to except death as a better alternative. I went to the back, and drank all my healing potions and super restoration potions. They wouldn't grow anything back, but they would at least keep me from dying until I could heal properly. I ate some painkillers, but they still couldn't dull all the pain, they just kept me from passing out.

After that, I went to work. I built limbs out of scrap metal and circuits. Wondering why I didn't just reattach my limbs? Well, to be honest, I don't know what happened to them. I searched, but couldn't find them. I didn't know what to do with my eye, so I just put on an eyepatch for awhile. It took about eight-and-a-half weeks to complete my work, but it was worth it. I was better now. I had collected so much scrap metal and circuits in the time, I had enough to buy Tenpony Tower with some to spare. So I continued. I built an eye, from wires and metal, even built my C.A.M. with a broken Pip-Buck. Needless to say, it should have been impossible, but I was clever. More than clever. I was a motherfucking genius. Looking back on it, I don't know how I did it, nor do I think I could do it again. Those weeks were a blur of activity, collect, break down, sort, construct, repeat. Eventually I had to build help. I took an old SpriteBot and combined it with a medical assist droid thing. I had dubbed it Mr. Guy. What? I said I was a genius, not a creative writer. He helped me remove the broken part of my spine and replaced it with a storage unit. I don't how, and sometimes it hurts, the metal box rubbing against my organs. I found spare hooves that I made in the construction process, re-purposed them, and put them in the unit. So know you know how I became a cyber-pony. Now can I please get on with story? What's that? You want more exposition? Sorry, no can do. I only know how I did this from a memory orb that Mr. Guy made for me. Now, to the real story.

I put on my hoof. My eye hurt. I stepped into the sparse light of my bedroom and sat on my bed. I flipped on my C.A.M., listening in to Dj-Pon3's radio broadcast.

“Good morning everypony, DJ-Pon3 here, and I’ve got to tell you, I don’t know what to make of this one. For weeks I have been telling you of the heroic deeds of the Stable Dweller, our heroine of the Equestrian Wasteland, our bringer of light in this time of darkness.  But today, another village in Manehattan has gone silent," he was quiet a moment then took a deep breath, "Arbu is dead.  Reports have reached me that every pony in the town, dozens, have been killed.  And listen, I don’t know how to say this, but," again, silence, "but it looks like it was the Stable Dweller who was responsible.  A witness from Bucklyn Cross reported seeing her opening fire on ponies in the Arbu town square. Now I don’t want to believe this, not for one second. I don’t want to believe our heroine has turned on us.  There must be more to this story than what I’m hearing.  If you know anything about it, please, contact my assistant Homage at Tenpony Tower. I don't why this happened. But I’m not going to stop until I do know.  And when I do, you’ll know as well. This is DJ-Pon3, bringing you the truth, no matter how bad it hurts.”

I shut it off. That wasn't news to me. I had been in the foothills near Arbu, and heard the gunshots. I had gone to investigate, but my inherent love for destruction and the fact that I had been treated to their 'hospitality' before, if you can call tricking me into eating pony meat hospitality, had kept me from doing anything about it. When you're reading this you're probably wondering why I didn't kill them while I was there. At the time, I hadn't known it was pony meat. I didn't like the town to begin with, but when I had learned they were cannibals afterwards, it only enforced my hatred.

As I lay on my bed, I reached into my back and switched my hoof out for a hand. Flexing my fingers, I reached over and grabbed the Sparkle Cola off my nightstand and took a sip. I lay back and wondered how I was going to find the fucker who had destroyed my body and reputation. I had been known to take hits, but never this bad. Ponies would see me differently from now on. I was no longer Black Eye, the one who would kill you for sport, no longer Black Eye, the merciless bounty hunter. When I got hit like that, it had wounded my pride as much as my body. Alright that was a bit much, but it was a deep internal blow. And to find him, I only had a race and color. Then I remembered. I shot up. I had been hunting Littlepip. She had been there. During one night, I had managed to place a tracker on her. Her coordinates were still on my C.A.M. I quickly pulled up my foreleg and searched for her. She appeared. She was slowly making her way to Friendship City. I knew she had an entourage, and killing them would bring a lot of unnecessary attention to me. I needed to find her, and fast. I didn't want to spend the next few weeks trying to find information she probably didn't even have. But it was the only lead I had.

"Mr. Guy!" I shouted. He slowly hovered into my room.

"Yes?" he asked.

"Looks like we're going to Friendship City," I said, "Littlepip may have information on where the pegasus went."

"As you wish sir," he said, his metallic voice showing no emotion, nor accent.

"Get ready to go," I said, "And activate flight mode, it's going to take awhile."

"Yes sir," he said.

"Alright, this is good," I said, "I'll get my things."

I went to the front room, put on my battle saddle, which only held a shotgun and rifle, but had a lot of ammunition, the only firearms I had, besides the ones tucked away in my back. I threw on my saddlepacks, filled my canteens with the last of my fresh water and a box of Sugar Apple Bombs. I sat down on Mr. Guy's seat and we shot out the door. As we did, I saw Shatteredhoof in the far distance as we sped away from it. It was mid-afternoon, so we wouldn't get far, but it was a start. My saddlepacks and battle saddle rested comfortably on my shoulders.

We must have going for hours. I checked her coordinates again. She was still going to Friendship City. I urged Mr. Guy to pour on the speed. If we were lucky, we might be able to get there before sunset the next day. Half way through our journey, I had to stop and replace Mr. Guy's spark batteries. I checked my map. We were almost a quarter of the way to the city. On the way, I took delight in shooting raiders as we zoomed past. The looks of surprise followed by a raiders head exploding was hilarious. It got dark quick. I decided it would be best to bed down for the night and wait until morning. I slowed Mr. Guy to a stop on a ridge. I rolled out a sleep mat and lay down. I reflected on my plan from here on out. We were going to find Littlepip. When I did, I would ask her what she saw and if she knew anything about the pegasus. I wouldn't kill her, at least, not until I knew I could still get my reward. If she did, all the better, and if she didn't, then I would have to go to back Shatteredhoof and ask around there. Music began to play through the earpiece in my head. I grunted in annoyance and turned the volume down.

"Hey Mr. Guy," I said, "Remind me to patch the earpiece."

"When?" he asked.

"Whenever I forget," I said.

"When?" he asked again.

"I don't know, just pick a time," I said.

"Okay," he said. Then I nodded off.