Innocence is a bucked idea for the hopeless. You don't know what it is until it's lost. You earn to leave its embrace, yet cry foul when its arms are closed.
With the deep psychological brahim shit aside, onto my Tail of Tails. I am a genetic Bastard. Literally. I am part Dragon, and the rest is so magically mutated, its unidentifiable. The radiation part happened because of where my egg ended up, and the effects of a Mega Spell going off near by. As it turns out, the perfect mix of reptile breeding factory, a dragons magic and extreme magical explosions is the recipe to make Me, after a two hundred cook time. Which means I hatched into a family of mutated reptiles; Rad-gators I believe the wasteland natives call them. But back on track, shortly after hatching, I killed the whole nest of Rad-gators that fostered me for sport. An experiment really. You see, I knew I was different that those around me. For one; I was Sentient. And by that I mean that i had a mindset that didn't just center around myself, it occasionally branched out to others. Most of the time it was towards the Runts that got abandoned. Secondly; I have memories of a lush green land with blue skies and friendly Ponies galore. Then a lot of blurriness followed by me hatching in a radiated cesspool surrounded by helpless creatures.
In the glorious lands of the Wastes, there are Two rules: Kill and Survive, or Die. After thinking of my future as a Mathematician in a room of Idiots, I chose the former. So I soaked up massive amounts of Radiation, and magically detonated the built up energy. The resulting explosion left a eight foot wide, four foot deep crater with a sleeping baby Drake in its epicenter.
I awoke to something binding my limbs, and upon opening my eyes I saw what it was. 'It' was a blanket, and beside that blanket was a sand brown Pegasus Mare. How could I tell? Well she had wings, and her eyes- they just gave a feeling of warmth, safety, and held the most Motherly look in them. They were and incredible shade of gre... no, bl... BUCK!! Damn memory ain't for shit. Anyways, her eyes were a gem to me in a hell hole such as the Wastes. Noticing my slight movements, she looks down at me and opens her wing to me. Not wanting to leave the comfort of the blanket, I worm my way to her open side and curl up. I don't know what caused it, but i had an immediate bond with her and spoke my first words "Mama?"
Her eyes water up and she smiles "Yes Dear, now and always." I close my eyes and fall asleep to her heartbeat.
After a month I had forgotten the Rad-gators, and became a kid again. Honestly, it felt great. As it turns out, being part radiation has its upside. Mama found this out when we came across a large Lockbox in a radiated room. She stared at it with a contorted face, but then sighed and walked off. Me being ever so curious, simply walked into the room. The floor was covered in about two inches of water and was cold, but had an almost unnatural warmth to it. Continuing on, I reached the Box. Grabbing a handle in each claw, i hefted it up and walked out the room. Momma hadn't noticed my absence and continued down the corridor, until one of the handles broke and the Lockbox nearly crushed my foot. But it missed by centimeters and thumped heavily onto the floor leaving a dent. Momma jumped and turned around pulling out her 10mm Submachine Gun. Only seeing me, she puts the gun away and gives me a "Don't scare me like that!" look. That was the first time I was in trouble and a good kid.
This sort of thing continued on for a couple years, until Mama decided I was "crafty enough" to manipulate a Bobby Pin and Screwdriver. That was the beginning of my Wasteland Survival Training. "These two Tools will keep you Alive." She said.
"How Mama?"
"There are boxes like the ones you get from the irradiated areas-"
" A what area?" I interrupted.
"The glowy places, Dear. Now hush and pay attention. To get inside these boxes, you have to unlock them. You most likely will not have the key to each box, so the Screwdriver and Bobby Pin will be your keys. To use them, first you insert the Screwdriver into the keyhole with the curvy part of the Bobby Pin on top of the Screwdriver. Then you rotate the Pin and 'Driver until the Lock clicks." She demonstrated on an Ammo Box. "Now it's your turn." She said handing me the Screwdriver and Pin. After Five broken Bobby Pins, I finally opened the Box. Only to find a clawful of metal disks.
"What are these Mama?" I asked showing them to Her
"Those are Caps, Sweety. Ponies use them to Buy things in the Wasteland." She explained to me.
After that first session, I practiced Lockpicking every chance I had. I obtained such skill in Lockpicking that I could; unlock any box, loot it, and lock it back. mama didn't like it when i "practiced" while we were in a Town or a Caravan. She told me that it disappointed Her that I did that to Ponies that were nice to Us. So after that I made sure that I was well behaved while in Towns.
Years passed and I grew. I was now tall enough to have Mama's ears at eye level. My arms grew proportional to my torso, I gained quite the muscle mass- I wasn't a walking boulder, but I wasn't some twig either-but still hadn't finished growing according to Mama. My next lesions were about Hoof to Claw Combat. Every night before bed, She would spar with Me. Mamma won. Alot. It was a nice routine until one night a gang of Raiders cornered us in an abandoned gas station. Worse yet, Mama's gun had jammed on a misfired shell. That moment was the first time I saw fear in Her eyes.
The Raiders eventually found us in the Kitchen. I don't remember much after the Leader aiming an Assault Rifle at Mama, a series of pings, and a lot of pain around my chest. Then being face down in that cold, yet unnaturally warm, water feeling very angry and very strong. The next thing that grabbed my focus was a scream; Mama's. Turning towards where it came from, I charged right through the wall. The wall had hid two Unicorn Raiders with sawed-off shotguns. Upon my entrance, they turned around and fired both barrels point blank. Before they could even open the chambers, I swiped my claws at them. What was once pony flesh, was rendered into a red mist. The sight brought me Joy. And as if it was Hearth's Warming Eve, MORE Raiders came from the woodworks. Each joining the Last-covering the walls, ceiling, and my body. The Mist ended at the Restrooms, where I heard a familiar voice. 'Mama?' is what I thought I'd said, but Mama later said it was the most fear inducing sound she had heard. That was the only warning the Raider got before I slammed my way through the door. Behind Him was Mamma. Who was bleeding, quite a bit.
"YOU HURT MAMA!!!!" I bellowed as I charged at Him, readying to pulverize.
But Mama's voice stopped me, "Behave Sandy."
Those words overrode every ounce of Rage I had, and instead of turning him into mist, I broke his front left leg- at the elbow- and his rear right leg- at the hock- " You hurt Mama, I hurt You. You don't hurt nice ponies. You weren't nice, so I hurt you. Now say sorry to Mama, or I'll play Snap, Crackle, Pop with your bones!" I explained with complete detail.
"Is-is this Monstrosity your-*Snap* Oww!!!!" He screamed
"Not nice to call others names." I said as I broke his other rear leg. "Now you have two Apologies to do." I rolled my shoulders in anticipation, the bones cracking against each other.
"Dear Celestia, I'm sorry for hurting You. And I'm sorry for calling your little Fuck a monster!" He begged
"POP!!!" I shout as I rip his last working leg from its socket and fleshly connections.
"You don't learn, do you?" Mama asked Him.
"Buck... You....with a Frag Mine,,," He panted out.
"Mama, can I play with Him?" I asked with puppy dog eyes.
"Yes Dear, I'll be looting while you have Fun." She smiled.
"*Squee!!*" I then began to bludgeon Him with his own leg. Repeatedly, until finally his skull busted in. Afterwards I looted his body and ate the leg I pulled off. I was hungry and I'm a meat eater, so deal with it.
I walked up to Mama and gave Her 30 Caps, a knife, and some mint like things. "Thanks for letting me play, Mama" I said while hugging Her.
"Thank You for saving me. Twice." She hugged back.
"You're my Mama, I'll always Love and Protect You!" I smile.
"My Little Protector! As a gift, take this Sniper Rifle. With this you can stop the mean ponies from hurting the nice ponies." She explained, giving me a Black .50 cal Sniper Rifle. "Consider it your Birthday Present." She hugged me with her wings.
"Thank you Mama, I love you." I hugged back with tears in my eyes.
"Oh? Whats this?" She said, turning me round. "Looks like somepony grew a lovely set of Wings! Such a Birthday this is." She cooed.
"I HAVE WINGS!!!!!!! COOOOOOL!! O-oh! Hey you could teach me how to fly and then we could travel even FASTER!" I shout while jumping in circles trying to see my wings.
"All in due time Dear. But first, bedtime" She smiles while ushering me to a mattress on the floor.
"But I'm not *Yawn* even tired..." I complained, rubbing my eyes.
"Well then, I'll just sing a song until you fall asleep. Hush Now, Quiet Now. Lay your Sleepy head to rest....."
Level Up-Level 5!
Due to a previous life, You now have a Base of 7 on S.P.E.C.I.A.L.
New Weapon: Deaths Surgeon (BMG Sniper): Mama gave this to you as a gift, Use it to protect Her and other Nice Ponies you meet.
New Ability: Wings, You have Wings! Still can't fly yet. But Wings!
New Perk- Here Comes TOM!! When Your Health is below 25% you gain a +60 points to DR, and +70 points to Melee. At the cost of -3 to Charisma and Intelligence. Heath is regenerated at 1HP/S and TOM wears off at 55% Health.
Author's Note
I will be using this as a change of pace and style from Fed The Hand. Not done with the Story, but not going to keep a schedule of updates.
Thanks for Reading!!
