Fallout Equestria: Bad Habbits

by Dark Star CTS

Rating: mature
Tags: Adventure, Crossover
Length: 629

It can't always be sunshine and rainbows here. Sometimes its time to pick up the gun.

The true life of an actual dashite. Thrown to the dirt for noticing the imprefections.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-11-08 01:39:23 UTC

Chapter 1

"...Dark, what did you just do?.." I ask my older sister. "Honestly Night," She sticks a cigarette in her mouth and lights it. Letting out a cloud of smoke she answers "I fucked up," She finishes, taking another puff. "Here.." She says to me, holding out a hoof with a white cylinder in it motioning for me to take it. I take it and put the end of it in my mouth. She lights it and we sit there together for the last time.

I put the almost spent cigarette back into my mouth, hanging from my lips. The rain softly hitting my black trench coat. Its been a few months since I was branded. I was lucky enough to make it out alive but my sister... well she wasn't so lucky. They branded me and told me to leave, never to come back.

"You! Stop there!" Somepony yells. I ignore it and continue down the path towards the market. "Ey! Im talkin' ta' you!" He yells again. I stop and sigh. "Turn around." he orders. I turn around to the dark blue stallion. A gun levitates above him pointed at me.

Everypony around was watching to see what happens next. "Yer' that enclave gal they wuz' talkin bout' on the radio!" he shouts. "Wut? You don't wana talk?" The deep blue stallion asks. I suck on the almost used cigarette and spit it out onto the wet ground.

"No, I don't. What do you care?" I answer, I hate dealing with ponys like this one. In the wastes I can't go a few days without having to jump settlements.

He looks at me with shock, The sound of my voice it one you wouldn't expect from a dashite, calm. "Yer comin' with me! Ah' want tat bounty those Steelrangers put on you!" he spat, his face growing tense. This threw me off gaurd a little, although it did make since that the Steelrangers would want me.

I change my stance getting ready to pull my pistol out of its holster in my trench coat. "Sorry, but that isn't going to happen." I growl, I haddn't eaten in days. This stallion is starting to look pretty tasty. I open my mouth a bit and show off my fangs. The stallions eye's widen at the sight of them.

"Y-yer a bat pony!?" He shakes. His gun raises a little to fire.

I see the shift in its place and pull my gun, his gun goes off and a metallic ping echos off my chestplate. Shrapnel flys up and cuts across my face. I finish drawing my pistol firing two rounds at him, one hitting its target.

"Ahk!" The wounded stallion falls to the ground griping his front hoof. "She shot me!" he screams.

I look down at my chest and see that the bullet only shattered against the pre-war armor. A drop of blood drips to the ground from my face. "Time to jump towns again." I stick a fresh cigarette into my mouth and light it. Blood continues to drip down my face and into the already wet dirt. Everypony around me stares as I turn around to continue back down to the market. The stallion continues to yell and curse at me until im out of earshot.

I just need to grab some supplys and Im gone. 'I can't stay here much longer.' I think as I walk up to a familiar trader. "Oh hey! Didn't think i'd see you here!" she says.

"Just looking to buy some more cigarettes.." I flatly respond. I think I met her at another town nearby.

"Oh, ok." The mare replys, she picks up a box off the ground and takes a pack out. "Here, take it." she