Fallout Equestria: Reminders

“Come on, work you stupid piece of shit!"

It had happened once again, my personal power armor had broken down. I was getting sick and tired of it. The power armor was the only thing I still had from my father, and the only thing that allowed me to walk easily. The problem is that it was so old that it broke down easy and I sometimes had to spend days repairing it. It was a pain, but whenever it did work, it was absolute miracle.

Sorry, guess I forgot to introduce myself. The names Dead Hooves, and yes, that is my real name. When I was born something happened with my spine and I ended up having the entire lower half of my body paralyzed. It sucks, especially when you bring into effect that bandits or ghouls can attack any day.

My dad was once a member of the steel rangers, but left when I was born. He loved me just as much as I loved him. He hated seeing me unable to walk, so he decided to take the piece of power armor he had kept from his time as a Steel Ranger and tampered with it so I could use it to walk. Basically, whenever I move a front hoof, the back hoof on the same side of my body would move as well. I remember calling my dad the mechanical genius because of that. Tampering with it was another one of the main reason It broke down since it wasn’t meant to be messed with.

I never really knew my mom, as she died giving birth to me. I remember that dad had always described as a roughless yet somehow kind pony who loved the wasteland. She would never want me to venture out there, that’s for sure, but dad said it was her love for that grand expanse that brought the two of them together. I guess I had mother nature to thank for my mom creating me.

That being said, they're not around anymore. My dad died protecting me from a ghoul attack five years ago and I only lived through that because I was inside the power armor. I defended myself from the attackers with his shotgun and have kept it by my side ever since. It had the word “Remember” scratched into it, as a remembrance of his sacrifice to save my life. The only other thing I had left from him was a recording he kept with him that I would play before going to bed every night on a half broken PipBuck he ripped off a dead pony. The only parts of that PipBuck that worked were the Radio and tape player, and were really the only two parts I ever needed. My dad had recorded some of my favorite recipes onto tapes and used the PipBuck to play it when he had needed to. We would also listen to the radio every morning and when there was nothing better to do.

If you wanted to know exactly where in the Equestrian Wasteland I live, it would be the middle of nowhere. My parents had found an old house one day and turned into what it is now. It was home, and I was never going to leave it. If the power armor never worked again, that is.

“Stupid power armor,”  I yelled from my position on my bed, which was just the frame. The mattress  was destroyed long ago from a small freak out involving a mouse and my shotgun “Why the hell do you have to do this to me."

I get stressed easily, I always had. My dad believed it was because of the paralysis, but I honestly just believed I have low temper. We learned early on that singing was the best way to calm me down, and I would sing to myself whenever I got overly stressed. I even made a song in time. It wasn’t long, but it helped me calm down quickly, which is honestly what I needed right now. I layed back down on my bed as I sang to myself.

Oh little angel, can you hear my voice.

I’m sorry to see you all alone.

For many things you have lost, and many thing as well gain.

I can’t help but here you cry

Oh little unicorn, why can’t you be free.

To conquer the world high and low.

Yet your body doesn’t let you, and you can’t leave your cell.

You think it’s all over when it just begins.

So listen to my song, the song of hope.

That one day it will change, and things will be great.

For this song I made to help you find peace.

This wonderful song of hope.

It use to be different, but ever since my dad past this is the version that I had sung. I guess it was kind of a metaphor for my life. Even if I wanted to leave, my legs wouldn’t let me. It was impossible to, and I hated it for that.

I sighed, getting up out of bed and pulling my lower body behind me as I headed to the kitchen area to get a drink. I was really starting to run low clean water, and if I couldn’t get that power armor working soon, I would probably run out. I decided it was time that I went for the emergency drinks that my dad told me not to eat unless it’s an emergency. I searched the cupboard for the bottle that my dad had kept hidden for special occasions.

“Ah, there you are,” I say as I pull out a bottle of alcohol. “Sorry dad, but it’s about time I tried this,”

I felt like my dad was yelling at me to put it back, but it was too late for that. I poured myself a good cup before taking a sip. It tasted like apples, and I love apples. The only problem is that I didn’t know how much was enough, and continued to gulp it down without any realization as to what I was really drinking. I put down the cup, having drunk it all, and licked my lips to get any that hadn’t made it into my mouth. It was tasty, that’s for sure.

To be fair, I was twenty so it wasn’t like I was breaking my parents rules. Saddly, they only had one bottle stashed away so I was out of luck on drinking anymore. Yes, I had unknowingly drunk the entire bottle of alcohol without realizing. My dad would have killed me if he had seen me doing that.

After that I headed back to the power armor, wondering exactly what about it wasn’t functioning write. The problem I was having is the I could open power armor so I could get inside it. What the fuck is the use of having power armor if it isn’t even usable? I hated having to walk around by dragging my hind legs behind me, I felt so stupid and useless.

I decided to turn on the radio and listen to the news. Usually there wasn’t that much interesting on the news, as most ponies didn’t really care to bring it to the broadcast station wherever that may be. However, there was one story over the past year that has gotten everyone's attention.

“I am here to once again report that the suspect raiders had believed was the Bloody Angle has been confirmed to not be her,” I heard the radio pony announce “As I reported two months ago, the raiders believed that they might have found the murder known as the Bloody Angle, who has been reported for killing large numbers of ponies in the past two years. Survivors of these attacks have offered rewards for the capture or death of this wanted criminal. That is all we have in terms of an update for the hunt to turn that pony in, we will continue to keep you updated as it goes on,”

“So they still haven’t caught her yet,” I said as I continued to inspect the power armor, “Starting to wonder if they ever will,”

It was crazy the hunt that was going on to find this pony. Even in these times of anarchy, ponies banded together to take this monstrous killer down. I didn’t know much other than what I had manage to catch since I first heard about it a year ago. The Bloody Angle was a murderous pony who buried her victims where they had died. Many rumors were caught over the news that the pony had been sent to deliver our death and was immortal. That’s how she got the name she currently had, but the part that made it so difficult to catch her is that nopony knew what she looked like. Anyone who has gotten a good enough look at her was killed by her.

Not long afterwards, I heard the sound of the door open behind me. I looked behind me to see the hoof of a pony step through the door. I quickly grabbed my dads shotgun, which I always made sure was loaded, and pointed it at the door. I backed myself into the quarter of the room, not knowing who or what had just opened the door.

“Come out murderer, we know you're in here,” I heard a voice from outside say.

They thought I was the Bloody Angle? Is that what they thought? Or did they just come here to kill me and take everything I had. Either way I wasn’t letting them kill me or take me prisoner. I shuffled myself away from the door and behind the power armor which was sadly not working right now. They had automatic rifles, which means I would have to rely on luck in order to make it out of this. I waited for the pony’s head to come into view before taking a shot, splitting the pony's head open from the impact. I watched as blood splattered over the floor and walls as well as on me before turning to see that I had shot the raiders head clean off. The floor was soaked in blood from the wounds the pony had taken.

“Oh shit,” I heard a voice from outside say “Surround the house, no one leaves until we got that son of a bitch knocked out okay. Just remember the rewards we are getting for doing this,”

I watched from the window as raiders surrounded the house, making me realize how little of a chance I had at escaping. There was no way I could take them all out since I only had one bullet in the shotgun left. I couldn't run away unless I had the power armor, but even then I would be too slow to outrun them. All I could do was sit there and pray to Celestia that they went away. I listened as I heard the voice of a pony talk to one of the raiders.

“What the hell are you doing,” I heard a harsh voice say to the leader. “You don’t go and shout to the entire fucking world what you are going to do, you’ll let her escape,”

“I… I’m sorry mister,” The voice of the raider trembled in response to the pony. “It won’t happen again,”

“You bet it won’t,” The harsh pony said again, “Because I’m taking over. You two, come with me,”

I once again readied my shotgun, knowing that they were going to come through that door again. My hooves were trembling as I looked down the sights of the gun. I only had one bullet left, if I killed the pony with the harsh voice, who I thought was the leader, I might be able able to frighten them away. They didn't know exactly what weapon I had, except that it was a shotgun. Maybe they would turn away, thinking I had more than just the one bullet I had.

I watched as something flew into my vision, and shot it thinking it was the pony. It wasn’t, it was a damn rock. How did they know I only had one bullet? My face was drained of color as I realized that this pony somehow knew me. That, or they knew my father. I heard the hoof steps on the steps outside my house as I tried to hide myself behind the power armor I had. As the door opened, I closed my eyes, hoping that they would turn away and leave when they didn't see me. It caught me by surprise when they knocked the power armor down and trapped me under it. I fell to the floor and watched as the picked the power armor up off of me and pinned me to the ground.

“We got her,” I heard the pony yell from above me “We got her,”

They turned me around as I took a look at the pony who had knocked the power armor over. He was a unicorn and had a light green mane and a dark brown coat. A machete was attached to a belt across his waist and he carried what looked like a normal 10 mm. Pistol in magic, something I never learned to do. He looked at me and smile as the raiders tied me up and gagged my mouth.

“I finally have you,” He whispered to me “Don’t worry, I won’t kill you, but you will wish I had once they get ahold of you. Hope your father is happy I’m doing this, because I've been waiting to do this for so long,”

I tried to speak, but couldn’t. Was this pony tricking the others into thinking I was the Bloody Angel? He claimed to know about my father, but I had never seen him in my life. I tried to squirm away from them only to have one of the raiders step on my chest. I fell to the floor, conscious, but in great pain. I looked onward as what must of pony the raiders leader come inside.

“You got what you want,” He addressed to the harsh voiced pony “Now it’s time for you to hold up your end of the deal. That the power armor and PipBuck you promised us,”

“Yep,” He said, looking at the power armor that had been knocked on the floor. “I’ll give you the other things when we get back, thanks for helping my little… Problem,”

“No problem,” The raider turned to the door and exited, but I could hear him say “Knock her out and will be on our way,”

The pony nodded out of the window before coming over to me. He raised the end of his gun to my face, and gave a villainous smile before whacking his gun against my head, knocking me out.