Fallout: Equestria - No Mercy

I wrote Sunflower Seed when I could. We stayed away after we decided to 'take a break.' I stayed away because I knew what that word meant. So did he. It meant we were done. The words 'take a break' never meant anything else. Even if people wanted you to believe it did, they were wrong. When someone said they wanted to 'take a break', that was the first sign to start moving on. They were only saying it that way to not hurt your feelings.

I knew myself. I used to love the colt he was. But as time went on, we drifted. Sex was empty and one-sided. Kisses didn't last as long as they should've. And eventually, we stopped talking. He would always switch the subject, or never even pay attention. I was just a distraction. Just another way to get him off.

After leaving New Glyphmark and leaving Sunflower to claim the ruins for his own, I wandered the wastes. I lost everything. My family. My lover. I even lost most of my food supply, because I was in too much of a hurry. My pipbuck recorded several locations along the way. Trekking it all in one day was a chore. I'd raided some unmarked shacks along the way, but never slept in the beds. I had, in the back of my mind, a sneaking suspicion that I'd be ambushed.

I took an oath to skip all the major cities. New Appleloosa. Dodge Junction. Fillydelphia. Even though places like Fillydelphia carried old demons from the past, that's not why I avoided them. I didn't want any company in the Equestrian wasteland. I didn't feel the need. I didn't feel anything but the urge to move on till my legs gave out. And when my legs gave out, I'd gallop as far as I could, just on two legs; one broken, one eaten, away from the world I used to feel so safe in.

I came full circle, losing the two most important men in my life. So I stayed away from the rest of the insane asylum, straying from the railroads and the main roads. Eventually, though, my life took a turn for the odd. I stayed sober from the harsh wind of the wastes when I stumbled on a marked outpost by the name of 'Junctiom Town.' Inside this place was a cornucopia of different goods and ponies. Before I could slip away, though, something else caught my eye.

Just outside the walls were three ponies and one bear. The bear himself had a mask of glossy bronze. The mask was larger than his head and worked like a helm. The expression it had was bestial and furious. Even the muzzle of it bore sharp teeth shapes between upturned, smirking lips. I noted his attire, all around normal and lightly armored. He wore a thick, midnight longcoat with heavy leather armor over the forelegs. He stood in the center of the conflict. It seemed fitting that his sleeves were torn away, because his forelegs were swollen with might.

The three stallions surrounding him wore snazzy pinstripe suits and black rim glasses. I stepped forward till I realized they were unicorns toting powerful submachine guns.

"You know how this works, shithead... You quit the trigger business, you resign with your blood. Any last words, teddy?"

He answered in this low, savage growl. The bass of his voice rumbled the bone in my sternum. I could feel the mucus in my chest rattling around in obedience. I could barely understand the voice behind the mask, but I recognized the accent. Usually, only members of the Knightood of Bear Government had thick Bearsky accents.

"Yes..." He answered, fixing his mask.

"You should think about swallowing cyanide. Less painful than what I'll do you."

The roar of .45 spray echoed throughout the wasteland. It struck my ears deaf as I watched the bear rush foreard, struck dozens of times over and over, but never deterred. When he reached the first triggercolt, they tried to bash him away. He blocked with his left elbow and swiped effortlessly with his left. The impact tore half of their face clean off, revealing sinews and optic nerves dangling over his cheekbone.

"What I tell you, stupid little pony! I never make bad on promise!"

He beat his chest, thick with crimson over his coat. The other two kept firing till he landed on all fours and erupted with a booming roar. It's very substance blew their manes back and forced them off-balance. They were both knocked back by a rushing, reckless tackle. Only, when he knocked them away, he shoved them to the ground and ripped their legs off.

All four limbs each pony. He took joy in rotating the shoulder cuffs clockwise, stopping gingerly when he heard them snap. That was when he tore the legs clean off, no hanging meat or anything.

"Oh fuck-! My leg...!"

I watched that bear swing a severed limb down. The collision split the colt's head open and put him out for good. How long he spent cooling down, I couldn't recall. But I stood there, just one meter away. His hulking figure turned towards me, but I held my ground, crouching low and easy. A stray gust kicked snow all around us, and I held my position till he reached me. I spun my knife idly, waiting for him to make the first move.

"Brave girl... but bears have code of honor. If you really hit woman before she try to kill you, you're weakling. So tell me, little dear... how is your father doing?"

I felt my body go slack. Nothing inside me wanted to hurt him. Everything, even my own legs, told me to show him mercy.

"How... how did you know about my father?"

The bear removed his mask, showing me one, scarred mug. His eyes were replaced with cybernetic optics, focusing and defocusing at will. A dim, crimson warmth radiated from his eyes, drawing me closer. His lower jaw was also cybernetic, giving him vicious, alloyed fangs. He broke into this twisted, gruff smile, one only a beast could wear.

"Know your father...? I fought him twice, little deer. But you look worse for ware. And I made promise: so come. I show you how to do what me and him used to do. Don't die during training, though. Then he'd come back to finish the job, eh?"

I glanced away and kicked my foreleg.

"How can I trust you...?"

"Hm. Little deer, when me and your papa fought, I ripped off his arm. And he took out my spirit. But the second time, we understood. World needed people like us. Strong people. I would never waste strong person like you. Now come with me, deer. Pride makes promises, Pride keeps."

He lead me to Junction City, where I became a full-fledged mercenary.