Fallout: Equestria - Dark Eyes

'Oi!'

Lockdown opened one eye. Then closed it.

'I said "Oi!", mate!'

'No, really?' Replied Lockdown sarcastically.

'Yeah really! Now listen 'ere! I gotta go up to the surface to get some food from the plant!' Said Cutting Edge, an earth pony with brute strength and arrogance with an attitude to boost. His long ginger mane caused him to twitch as it flung away from over his eyes and to the side of his head, and his red eyes began staring into Lockdown's soul.

'Good for you. What's that got to do with me then? Let me guess, you want me to keep an eye on that stupid minigun of yours.' Groaned Lockdown.

'Yeah, now see to it!' Called Cutting Edge, as he left.

Ever since Lockdown arrived, there was one particular inhabitant of Stable 62 that he failed to impress, that being Cutting Edge. The two had become arch-rivals, and would always compete against each other for anything.

'Don't worry about him, kid.' Whispered Big Boss, the leader of the Stable. He was small with a white mane and a cutie mark resembling a map. 'He's just jealous.' Lockdown knew Cutting Edge was anything but jealous of him, in fact, it was the opposite way around. Cutting Edge would be the one to go up to the surface, whilst Lockdown was still left in isolation in the Stable. By this point, he had gotten used to it, and accepted that he wouldn't be allowed to go outside Stable 62 no matter what. Ignoring Cutting Edge's request, Lockdown chose to fall asleep again.

However, whilst sleeping, his dream about being able to leave the Stable stopped, and all there was, besides total darkness, was an image. A family of Pegasus ponies, with the smallest looking identical to Lockdown when he was a colt. Different images began to appear in the darkness of the same ponies, and the last ones he saw before he awoke, was of the identical looking colt attempting to fly, but only to fall. Then, there was writing.

'WEST OF THE EQUESTRIAN WASTELAND IN A LARGE CITY. CAN YOU FIND IT?'

Lockdown jerked up, his eyes opening instantly. Everyone looked at him, as he was gasping for breath.

'I saw them! My family! They're in the Equestrian Wasteland! What's that?' He asked, talking faster and more desperate.

'Slow down, kid.' Replied Big Boss. 'That was probably a dream, alright? Don't get your hopes up.'

But the same images and writing were always there, in the darkness while he was sleeping. After two weeks, Lockdown had had enough. He didn't know why these images appeared, or what The Equestrian Wasteland was, but his instinct told him to risk going out to sea, in the hopes of finding his family.

The next morning, Cutting Edge prepared to head out. As he entered the passcode to exit the Stable, the door opened, and without expectation and by complete surprise, Lockdown rushed out, up what felt like a mile long stairway, to the surface. The only thing there was the Plant, a single boat, and overgrown hedges and vines. Without a second thought, Lockdown pushed the boat into the water, grabbed the oars and began rowing his way out to sea. Cutting Edge, Big Boss and the other survivors ran up to the surface, but they weren't quick enough.

'Good riddance! That kid was obnoxious and bloody well arrogant! If 'e wants to head out to the Wasteland and get 'imself killed, he can go right ahead.' Grumbled Cutting Edge.

'He had a vision. The same one multiple times, every night for two weeks. It's best that he goes and does what he needs to.' Said Big Boss.

'I don't care if 'e 'ad some vision multiple times or if 'e has to go and do what 'e needs ta! He'll die an' it's his fault!'

The small wooden boat shook and shuddered across the waves. Thankfully the ocean was calm. Lockdown was sound asleep until the boat hit something. He peered over the boat. Nothing. Only debris on fire surrounding a black, rocky beach. He ventured out of the boat and looked over the edge of the hill at the end of the beach. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, and nearly passed out. Skulls were cluttered all over the place and skeletons were broken up into a pile of bones. Blood had practically engraved into the sand. With a deep breath and regretting what he was about to do, Lockdown followed his instinct and walked over the hill, trying his best not to look at the destruction and loss of life surrounding him.

He walked what seemed like an eternity before stopping and collapsing onto the ground.

'Water...' he gasped. Then, he heard a loud thud. Then another. He looked up, and saw three green mutated monsters the size of a Bugbear before him. Their yellow eyes pierced into his, staring down at him. All three had black tails and large yellow teeth that looked like they were ready to eat Lockdown in his entirety. Lockdown shut his eyes in horror, as one of the mutants picked him up. This was the end of a journey that seemed like the beginning had only just occurred.