Fallout Equestria: Revenge

I awoke to the sound of a fire sizzling. I sat up, wondering  what was burning and what smelled so good. I looked around. As it turns out Alph was also a cook. She had put a cook pot over a fire and was tending the coals...with her hoof. She didn't seem to be in any pain. She lifted it, blowing some embers off of her hoof. Then she saw I was awake.

"Oh hey, you're awake!" she said, "I was just cooking up some eggs! Good source of protein!"

"Hey, thanks," I said, "They smell delicious."

After a quick breakfast of...something eggs, we continued on our way. I hopped on Mr. Guy. Alph took to the air. With any luck, we would find the White Sock Society today. It took until noon, but we made it. I could see the Manehattan skyline as we approached. That meant we should be seeing Fetlock soon as well. It was the northernmost town.

"Hey Alph," I said, "Would you mind transforming into a different pony? The townsponies may not take to you like I did."

"How long would I have to retain it for?" she said frowning, "I can't hold it forever you know. I would need some serious magic to hold it for a while."

"Can you at least get the image of the pony you want to change into?" I asked.

"Yes?" she said.

I thought for a moment. Then I floated close to her and gave a her a kiss on the cheek. She blushed hotly. She transformed into a Earth pony mare. She began to fall without her wings. I caught her and set her on the ground. I stopped because she was frozen in place, still blushing.

"Will that hold it for a while?" I asked.

"Y-yeah," she said in a squeaky voice.

"Well come on then!" I said, "Let's get moving!"

She ran up next to me. I floated into town, Alph following close behind. The ponies eyed me, but didn't say anything. Fetlock had changed since I had last been here. Ponies seemed to be more haughty. Some wore masquerade masks, suits, and white socks. I took a wild guess. The White Sock Society members. I jumped off Mr. Guy and approached one.

"Excuse me, would you know where the White Sock Society's main HQ is located," I asked, "It's rather urgent."

"Oh yes," said the mare in a prestigious tone, "It's right over there in the Clockwork Casino."

"My thanks," I replied.

I walked over. Alph was looking around, dumbfounded. I walked over to her.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Haven't been here before," she said, "Very shiny."

I grabbed her right hoof and pulled her along. She seemed to snap out of her daze and started walking. We entered the Clockwork Casino. Ponies all around the building were playing games of poker or using slot machines. I looked around. Then I saw him. The white pegasus. He was wearing the same suit he wore on the day he tried to kill me. Now he was wearing a masquerade mask and white socks. He hadn't seen me, but he was dealing a blackjack table.

I walked over, Alph following close behind. I sat down at the table.

"Deal me in," I said.

He looked down from his mug, and almost choked. "You," he said. I looked him over. Now that I had a chance to look at him, he wasn't too impressive. He had a blue mane, a short tail. And a Dashite brand. That's why he was here in the land of ground based ponies. He was ex-Enclave. He probably ran the White Sock Society as well.

"Me," I said, "And you've got about ten seconds to explain why before I blow your head off and find out anyway."

"Ub-u-um-uhh," he fumbled, "How!?"

"ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION!" I shouted, slamming my hoof on the table, cracking the wood. My happy feeling was gone, replaced by an unabating rage.

"Ahh, okay!" he said, "I was hired by somepony! The boss told me I needed to kill you, so I did! Just please, spare me!"

"No," I said, switching my hoof out for a hand, "I don't think I will."

I pulled out the pistol that Alph had given me, and blew his head clean off. Blood squirted everywhere from the stump where his head used to be. Other members of the White Sock Society began to run at us. Ponies began to run out of the building, screaming. I switched out the hand for the bladed hoof. Alph changed back into her normal Changeling self. When a stallion charged at her, she grabbed his hoof, flipped him sideways over her back which sent him flying in the air. As he sailed, she stood on two legs and kicked him in the chest.

"Sweet Celestia!" I said, "Where'd you learn to do that?"

"This isn't my first scrap. I've got a black belt in Fallen Caesar as well as my own form of the art," she said, "I call it Hoof Jitsu."

"Damn," I said as I stabbed a masqueraded mare in the neck, "On your six!"

She bucked the air, catching the buck just right that it twisted his neck with a savage CRACK!. He fell to the ground, instantly dead.

"You seem to have a form of the art yourself," she said as she jumped onto a unicorn mare's back and wrapped her hind leg around the mare's neck. She pulled her hind leg with her forehoof, crushing the mare's trachea. She fell to the ground, gasping.

"I guess I do," I said, wrenching the stick out of the buck's mouth and stabbing him with my blade, "We'll call it Killer Instinct style."

"Very impressive!" she said, twisting her hind leg in a scissor kick that knocked the next buck out instantly, breaking his jaw in the process.

So we fought, both of using our form of the Fallen Caesar to kill or incapacitate our enemies. Eventually they stopped coming. We had taken out at least twenty Whit Sock Society members. I was panting.

"I think I got more," I said.

"You wish," she said, "What now?"

We looked at each other, "IT'S LOOTIN' TIME!" we said in unison. I walked up to one of the masqueraded bucks. I checked his pockets. Inside I found a kebab of strange meat. I recognized it. It was the same meat I'd seen in Arbu. I took his caps and moved on to another member. Another kebab of pony meat.

"These White Sock Society members," I said, "They're all cannibals. This cannot go on." Any member that was still breathing, I stabbed through the neck. These sick fucks were like the one's in Arbu. They deserved to die. At least in Arbu, it was understandable. They were trying to survive. But these ponies had ready access to normal food. And yet they chose to eat those of their kind. How fucked up in the head did you have to be to do that?

"I'll kill them," I said, seething with a familiar rage, "I'll kill them all."

I went to the hotel part of the casino. The boss must be up there. I started kicking open doors. Alph soon joined me, satisfied with her looting. Eventually I found the right room. I knew it was the right room because I was greeted with a security turret. I fired a laser at me which thankfully missed. I closed the door quickly. I turned on my auto targeting system. I opened the door and painted two targets on it. I flung the door open and shot the turret with a laser. It sparked and died.

I walked in. There was a desk. Behind it was a cowering mare in white socks, a masquerade mask, and a tight dress. I shoved my foreleg up against her throat and shoved her against the wall. I looked at her terrified face and knew it was working. I threw a right cross across her muzzle, knocking her to the ground. She tried to crawl away and I bucked her in the chest. She started coughing up blood. Just then, Alph ran up and stopped me.

"Stop!" she said, "You'll kill her!"

"That was kind of the idea," I said, "She's a cannibal and she ruined my life!"

"Just stop, and look at her," said Alph, "Really look."

I looked. I looked at her face. She was terrified. Of me. As though I were some kind of monster. I inhaled sharply. I backed up and looked at me hoofs. One pristine and shiny, light glinting off the metal. The other was bloodied. It had marks on it from where I'd pummeled the mare. Was I becoming a monster? I had always been a bad guy, but a monster? Never. I closed my eyes and walked over to her.

"Why?" I asked, "Why did you order me dead?"

"I-i," she stammered, "I don't know. I was given the job by...I can't say. He'll kill me."

"I'll kill you if don't tell me," I said, "Why was I ordered dead?"

She looked around like a cornered animal. She grabbed my hoof and forced me to stab her in the stomach. She fell over and died.

"Dammit!" I said. I looked around and found her wall safe. I cracked it open and found a document inside.

"Dear Monty Gem. Good work on disposing of a one, Black Eye. As promised, attached to this document is your 50,000 cap reward. I hope to do business with you again soon. Sincerely yours, The Judge"

Inside the safe was 50,000 caps. I took them. They would really help.

"Well," I said, "It looks like there's another piece of this puzzle. We'll just have to go pay mister The Judge a visit."

We exited the building. Along the way, I shot anypony who dared call themselves a White Sock Society member. My C.A.M. told me I was now infamous in Fetlock. I didn't care. I had done my part to rid the Wastelands of scum like cannibals. Since there was a letter attached to the mone sent by mail, there was only one ghoul who would know where it came from. Ditsy Doo.

"Hey Alph?" I asked.

"Yeeees?" she asked.

"Do you know how to bake a muffin?" I asked.

We left Fetlock. I told Mr. Guy to activate flight mode and we sped our way away from Fetlock.

"So," I said, "Where did you learn Fallen Caesar?"

"I once met a tribe of zebras in the Everfree forest," Alph explained, "I helped them clear out their manticore problem and they agreed to teach me Fallen Caesar. And I showed them Hoof Jitsu."

"Well then," I said, "I've never really had formal training, but I managed to develop Killer Instinct. Sort of like a culmination of basic survival instinct and exploitation of weak points. I guess you would have to the instinct of a hunter like me to actually understand it."

I thought for a moment then said, "Do you think you could teach me the Fallen Caesar?"

"I suppose I could," she responded, "It's not that hard to learn. Once you get a basic idea of how it works, you just kind of figure out the rest of it."

I felt satisfied with the knowledge that I might actually get formal training in a real fighting style. It didn't take long for it to get dark. I checked the C.A.M. We were a short distance away from Old Olneigh, and by extension, Appleoosa. I slowed Mr. Guy to a halt. We made a campfire and Alph sat down, smiling slightly at the fire.

"I have a question that's been bugging me," I said. Alph looked up. "Why did you decide to come with me?"

"Because you looked lonely," she said, "And it's my personal quest to make sure anypony I meet had a friend, or at least somepony to talk to. Also because the writer said you needed a friend."

"Who's the writer?" I asked with confusion.

"Duh, the one who's been narrating the story!" she said looking up at the sky, "Oops! I broke the fourth wall again. Sorry Mr. Writer! But I thought the reader's would find it funny if I did!"

I shook my head. She wasn't making any sense. I rolled out my sleep mat and lay down on it.

"Mr. Guy?" I asked.

"Yes?" he asked.

"Wake me up in four hours," I told him.

"Yes sir," he said. I rested my head on my hooves and went to sleep.