Radioactive Twilight

'Days upon days have racked up since I last saw him.' The teenager said as he was laying on bed in megaton, it looked as if he was drinking, bottles of vodka and whiskey laying on the floor that obviously looked like they were consumed recently, upon getting up from the bed, the boy had black unkempt hair that reached his shoulders, bright blue eyes, a handsome Asian figure that looked slender and meek but he was athletic, he had determination, willpower and skill to back all that up and became one with undying reputation.

The boy was often called 'Vault Dweller' or 'Lone Wanderer' by many settlers and Three-Dog, even if that guy was a little annoying, however he always likes to call himself: Sion.

He didn't really find his real name intimidating to raiders and other scumbags out there in the wastes, so he settled with an alias to make himself feel better.

A few minutes after wallowing in depression and the hangover from his over-the-top binging, his robo-butler Wadsworth came in. "Ah, young master! Do you need another beverage?" The robot talks to the drunk boy on the bed. "Perhaps you want me to press and iron your vault-suit?"

Sion looked over at the Armoured Vault 101 suit that Moira Brown gave him for helping with the Wasteland Survival Guide, it had seen better days as it had many bullet holes, plasma burns and even explosive marks, each time he thought about how he became this lucky on surviving death on many occasions actually made him feel worse, his dad dying after following that damn dream... 'No, it wasn't the dream that killed him, Fucking Enclave... If only they kept their grubby hands away from humanity and their struggles.'

He shook his head, big mistake as he felt pain. "It's okay, Wadsworth, but I would like some water, if you please, and some Med-x."

The bot happily answered. "Certainly sir! Here you are!" The bot hands him the bottle of water to which he grabbed with much gusto, opening the bottle and downing it's contents again, with gusto. Despite being destroyed, he still had awareness and good co-ordination.

Getting some Med-X and a clean syringe, he sticks it into his neck and injects the contents. "What did they use to make this stuff again? Morphine, wasn't it?" He said to no one in particular

He decided to get his armour and changed, Wadsworth just floated off to do house work, or whatever weird robo-butlers do.

After getting changed, he turns the radio on and went to the bathroom, it was maintained, but he did prefer the comfort of Vault 101.

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'Hmm, an appropriate song...' He thinks to himself.

Okay, the crazy overseer and his over-dramatic daughter are something to consider staying away from, Sion did care for Amata, very much so! She was his childhood and best friend, but damn does he HATE her attitude sometimes.

"Shit, I miss her now that I think about it..." Sion said to himself as he looked at himself at the mirror, the unkempt and spiked black hair, the pale skin tone that won't bronze no matter how much he soaked himself in natural sunny radiation.

'Speaking of companions, being alone isn't helping my mental state one bit.' He said as he began to contemplate asking around for anyone to travel the wastes with, but the boy knew that it's hard to get that said companionship.

He sighs and drinks his water, it tastes like aired out water, but at least it isn't damaging his guts and causing internal bleeding like that dirty water he had when he first came out to the wastes, but out of any beverage, Nuka Cola was the best.

How a soda could survive 200 years and still taste good is beyond him.

He would never dare taste the Quantum variant, he heard many unsavory rumors about the dangers of that isotope.

Speaking of Nuka Cola... Sion licks his lips, feeling parched from the excessive binge drinking last night.

He opened the Nuka-Cola fridge and got a bottle, using the pip-boy as a bottle opener. "Man, I love this thing..." he said and chugged the soda down, the ice-cold contents and the caffeine helping his head a bit more.

He no longer felt like shit, but he was still depressed. Sighing to himself, he got put the empty bottle in the home-made garbage can and went downstairs. "Wadsworth, I'm heading to the Super-Duper Mart for Moira, I'll be back in a bit."

Wadsworth had the same giddy attitude. "Certainly, sir! And the ... Preachers you kept mentioning about?"

He looks at Wadsworth. "Tell them I'm doing important work, and tell them NOT to follow me, I don't want another 'Danny' incident." to which the robotic butler just replied. "Of course, do be careful!"

Sion just smiled. "Also, sorry for worrying you buddy, I was just...."

Wadsworth puts his robo-claw on his armoured shoulder pad. "Don't be sorry, you lost someone VERY dear to you... And you have every right to be upset, it's only human after all sir."

The boy smiled a bit and laughs. "You know how to cheer a guy up, those jokes helped last night." He said as he headed out. "Well, see ya friend."

Wadsworth chuckled. "Have a wonderful day sir, or... However wonderful as one gets in this day and age."

He nods and shuts the door behind him and then slaps himself in the face. "Alright, time to head out."

In Ponyville, one young Twilight Sparkle recently obtained Princesshood, and she was ... Lost.

She had NO idea what happened to the spell, but one thing was for certain, she's in what seems to be a super market, it looked run down and it seemed to have been abandoned.

"What the fuck was that?!" A gruff male voice was heard, and she got a bit spooked. 'Maybe I thought too soon." She looked around for a place to hide and she saw the perfect spot, the bathrooms.

Sadly as she entered, she saw one of the creatures in said bathrooms, staring right at her. 'Wh-what?!' She froze as she looks at the Raider who was completely blown away, he looked at his jet inhaler and just threw it in the trash. "...Now I'm seeing fuckin' unicorns with wings..." He walks past the pony without acknowledging her, mistaking Twilight as a figment of the Jet.

How she got away with that she has no idea, but she took it and hid in one of the stalls.

With the surge of adrenaline lowering, she could smell the area around her. It was disgusting, the smell of copper and rotting was filling her nostrils, almost close to making her gag.

But while she was safe for now, she began thinking. 'Bipedal creatures? Warriors? Just what did I get myself into?' She thought to herself.

She could then hear two of those creatures talking.

"Did you hear that, Brock? I think someone snuck in here." A feminine one said while the other assumed 'Brock' just laughed. "Didn't hear shit, probably just hearing me inhale some Jet, I did see a fucking unicorn with wings though, probably just a side effect of the damn thing."

The female laughed. "Figured it was you, you need to give that shit a rest, it's already damaging your brain little as it is."

'Brock' gave a mocking tone. "Well fuck you too."

The female just busted a gut.

Some shooting was in the distance from the mart and various other noises Twilight couldn't make out, the sounds made her flinch.

"What the fuck was that?!" One of them shouted and 'Brock' followed suit. "That sounded like a god damn Chinese Assault Rifle, that couldn't be Lucas Simms, we made a fucking deal."

"The others'll take care of whatever's out there, don't worry... See? It's already quiet."

Twilight wanted to leave and never come back to this place, wait for a chance to recuperate and get back home.

The doors sounded like they were burst open around the entrance way, this made her flinch again and cover herself with her wings.

The raiders shouted out. "IT'S THAT VAULT KID!" Gunfire was heard really close, Twilight just covered her ears and whimpered, hoping that it ended soon.

Unable to hear more gunshots, she stopped covering her ears and began crying.

Twilight ended up hearing hoofsteps and started to quiet up as her life depended on it, she closed her eyes and waited for her demise.

The stall door bursts open with a tip of some blade pointing at her. "!!"