Remember, Ghouls are people too, their hearts, their souls, their tears are all human, so leave your pistol in your holster, unless they're the feral kind of Ghouls

PoV: Steel Breaker (The Lone Wanderer)
1,500 years ago, 600 years before stasis
Location: Somewhere in the Capital Wasteland
Time: Error, reconfiguring time zone

'Ugh, why did I had to buy that canon from the shadiest looking person.' I thought as I regained all feeling to my body.

'Dirt? But I was at a convention.' I thought as I opened my eyes and saw that it was dirt. I got up and looked around, seeing broken buildings, burnt trees and wasted cars. I clutched my head in pain, it lasted only for ten seconds.

As I lowered my hands, I noticed they had grey fur. I rolled up the sleeve of my shirt and saw more grey fur.

"What the fuck?" I said to myself. I felt around my face and felt it being different and my ears being on top of my head. I had ears and a muzzle of a pony. I looked around any of the cars for side view mirror and saw one completely intact, allowing me to fully view the reflection of my new face.

"I'm a pony." I said as I saw the color of my eyes being an electric blue. I also saw the color of my mane being a darker shade of grey than my coat. I looked back at the spot I woke up in and saw the Tesla cannon, a plasma pistol and a Pip-boy surrounded by ten stimpacks.

I picked up the Pip-boy and put on my wrist and soon after felt an extreme amount of pain on my arm as I heard the sound of flesh being pierced. The pain subsided a few minuted later, leaving me gasping for air.

I looked back at the cannon and pistol and picked them both up. The Pip-boy lit up and an option showed up on the screen.

Store Tesla cannon on Pip-boy
Yes. No.

I stared at the screen for what felt like hours, trying to understand how the hell is this going to work. I sighed as I thought 'Why the fuck not?' and pressed yes, resulting in the Pip-boy to scan the cannon and digitize it.

I stood wide eyed and looked at the inventory section of the Pip-boy and saw the words

Tesla cannon, 1/99999 Electron packs.

I looked at the plasma pistol and did the same. When I saw the ammo, I swear my jaw hit the floor.

Plasma Pistol, 16/Inf Small Energy Cell

"How the fuck?" I said to myself, then shook my head. I pressed equip on the pistol, making it appear on my holster. I looked around for anyone nearby and saw nothing for miles.

I sighed as I started heading north. The Pip-boy then lit up again, making me look at it. It read that this version of the Vault-tech Pip-boy allows you to play any song of your choosing, just type the name and the artist, and enjoy your tunes.

"Cool." I said as I typed in a song and the artist.
[youtube=https://youtu.be/TnbPGqEqTIQ?=1]
I smiled as it started to play and continued to search for a safe building to camp out in.

Three weeks later
Location: Old Olney, North of the City ruins

This the third time I had to scavenge around Old Olney without being killed by a Deathclaw, those nasty bogers look terrifying in real life. I think I need to head south east of here, I heard some Raiders say that there's a settlement located next to Springville. It sure beats hiding from these overgrown chameleons.

I packed some food, water, rad-aways and stimpacks and started heading Southeast.

I've been walking for about an hour, I've passed by the waste disposal site and found some more food and a raider to kill. I've noticed that the raiders aren't only ponies, there are times where it was only a group of ponies but the majority are groups of Ponies, Griffins and Minotaurs working together.

Now, I have killed a lot in the past few weeks and with each day that passes, I've grown used to it. The only ones that deserve my undying rage are the Slavers.

I shook my head trying to clear my thoughts as I looked over the hill I was on and saw a shop, a mechanic and I think a hospital. I walked into the little town and heard the sound of a mine, making me run back as it blew up. I landed hard on the floor but got up with no serious injuries.

"I heard a mine go off this way!" I heard a voice shout from the town. I ran and hid behind a boulder with a clear view of two raiders coming around the corner. One of them was a griffin holding a hunting rifle and the other a pegasus holding a combat Shotgun.

"You sure it wasn't a Mole-Rat again?" The griffin asked.

"Yes, I'm fucking sure. The Mole-Rats are at the east of town, this the west side." The pegasus answered back as he kept looking around. I pulled out my Tesla Cannon and aimed. I squinted to get a better view, resulting in my eyes turning green and my vision was turning into a light shade of green and the words V.A.T.S on the left corner of my eyes. I looked back at the two raiders and saw that they were moving very slowly. I aimed the cannon at the pegasus, making the words pop out.

Raider Blastmaster: Head, 98%

I fired the cannon, hitting the raider in the head, causing it to explode. The griffin looked at me and aimed. I pulled out my plasma pistol and focused on his legs, making the V.A.T.S activate, then fired.

The shot crippled his leg, making him hold his knee in pain. I ran down and grabbed him by the neck.

"Where do you keep all your shit?" I asked him in a calm tone

"Why the hell should I tell you?" He choked out as I tightened my grip.

"Well, let's see, I just killed your buddy and now you're grabbed by the neck, slowly choking to death. So tell me, why should you?" I asked with a psychotic grin. He tapped my arm, ready to tell me where they keep the loot.

"In the hospital but it's guarded by ten of our guys, now can you please let me live?" He said while on the floor. I put a finger on my chin in deep thought.

"Nah!" I said as I quickly shot him in the head, killing him instantly. I searched their corpses and found eighty seven caps on each of them and a key to their loot room. I turned around, about to walk to the town but saw something next to a folding chair.

"It's official, they are so~ fucked." I said as I grabbed the weapon and the ammo for it, then digitized it.

Flamer: 60/100 flamer ammo

I equipped the Flamer and walked into town with a manic grin.

'Maybe starting a new life isn't such a bad thing after all.' I thought as the hospital was in sight with two raiders posted at the door, both holding assault rifles. I turned on the flamer and did a familiar Russian battle cry

Author's Note

Because I'm a generous stallion I made you all this chapter.
Welcome to the Capital Wasteland, were the rule is kill or be killed
A big thank you to BlackWindinSocks for editing this.