Fallout: Equestria - No Mercy

New Glyphmark was quiet. Almost lifeless. Left First Rains and her mother on the couch as I enjoyed cigarettes outside. Front door. Didn't have porch, but that was okay. Didn't need any roof or railing. I stayed sober from the voices in my head, watching the sky crawl awake. Deep, royal blue blanketed the world as it slept. Like caring father. I stayed focused on observing the town itself, particularly the shack walls by Griffon's house.

Watched Mr. Rain sneak out of his kitchen with two young ponies from out of town. Mares not older than supposed wife. Both barely over twenty six. They were giggling and stumbling around. Took turns kissing and slopping lips with each other while he molested them. Criminal. Either they didn't know what type of person he was, or they were shallow. Maybe wanted bad boy or alpha male in life.

Took snapshots with pipbuck, making sure to hide behind innocent file name. Took off before he could see me, trotting around to Auntie Bruise's house. Had to check on her. Daddy would've wanted me to look after old cuddlebuddy.

Arrived to find her staring at bottle of buffout. Then, glanced just left of her to find stockpile of buffout. Four or five just laying around, catching her eyes. Panicked glances. Mild tremble in hooves. Knew what she was trying to do. I wore my best smile and 'accidentally' tripped inside, landing on my left shoulder. Bandages oozed red and left foreleg scar ripped open.

"O-ow... Hi auntie Bruise. Do you have any medicine? I got an owie."

"Gosh little tyke, you scared me- come here, Hope. Let auntie Bruise change those bandages..."

Studied living room furnishings, swinging legs over couch. Put on some long socks, candy cane colors. Then stayed toasty as I waited for her to exit the bathroom. Took pictures of self. Spread legs and faked bedroom eyes, making sure to glorify my innocence. Perfect for later. Didn't waste time with more. Auntie Bruise started us off with juice boxes and tiny, cream-filled snack cakes.

"How you holdin' up, kid...? I heard from some fillies that you handled some bullies at the Toy Shop."

"Mhm." I responded, staring up at her.

"Well, kid... I... I heard some worryin' things. They said you shoved them into the door and beat them on the ground. You wouldn't... you wouldn't really do that, would you?"

Looked on with artifical confusion, scrunching eyelids painfully.

"No... Why would I? I just pushed him away. He was biting her and hurting her, auntie."

Somber expression filled her eyes. Told herself lies, desperate to think I was Him. Knew how people looked when they lied about the truth. Tensed up. Fidgeted slightly. Probably kept themselves in denial by repeating positive words or phrases. Watched her ears droop down and flicker about.

"Y-yeah... you're right, dear. I mean, you are his kid, right...?"

Smiled brightly when she ran her hooves through my hair. Oily locks. But silky, rather than grime-ridden. She gave me a snuggle and kissed my forehead, avoiding my one antler. Left antler. Other one didn't exist. Auntie Bruise rest her chin atop my head... missing wishes.

"Sometimes, I wonder how you'll be when you're older. I think of your old man and what it used to be like... travellin' and beating the piss out of taint mutants. When you were in your mother's gut, you were the quietest baby I'd ever seen. Never kicked. Never even cried much when you were out. You were Glass's little angel, ha..."

Memory tore a piece of my heart away. Remembered his last words.

"I love you. Be good, okay...?"

"Be good, okay...?"

Closed my eyes and realized what happened. Daddy wasn't telling me to stay out of trouble. He was telling me to be like him. Save people. Make life better. He wanted me to love.

I gripped the couch cushion beneath me. Clenched my teeth and stared away at the emptiness. I promised myself I'd do my best. I wouldn't do it because I was angry. I wouldn't kill because it calmed me down. Struggled with heart pains. Lost consciousness.

Woke up to voices of strangers. Yelling, cursing aunt echoed throughout the house. Her voice faded as I was carried away. I found myself hoofcuffed on both sets of legs. Eyes went wide. I was being taken away by peoplr with green, bulky power armor. Realized what was happening when Uncle Tesla put his hoof on Bruise's shoulder. Let them take me away, yanking her back as she rushed forward to reach me.

Her lips were moving, and her eyes were spilling with water. But in the horror of the situation, I couldn't here a word.

I watched her break down and cover her face, rushing water down her chin, spilling over on the grass.

They said the blood art on the bodies matched my hoofprints.

The hunters took me away, blindfolded.

Threw me in a containment facility and left me there.

Cold, dark cell.

I thought about all the people I missed, but no one came.