Fallout Equestria: The Walking Shadow

Traveling back to Dirty River, I was… happy. Everything that just happened was just… stressful. We cleaned up the town and stayed overnight. We left at first light and headed towards Dirty River. Gearswork gave us some ammo, more than what we should have got, but they insisted, saying they mainly use magical energy weapons and bullets were rather useless to them. We each walked away from the town with over a hundred rounds per gun we had.

We had the radio playing, a Sapphire Shores song I had often heard in my Stable was on, as we enjoyed a rather simple and event free walk. It was nice. These simple moments in the Wasteland must help make life bearable out here. It sure was working for me. I looked up, seeing the sky an eternal dirty, sad grey… and remembered when that Balefire Egg shipment, and I saw the stars. My mind reworking the grey clouds into an ever ongoing version of those stars I saw. I used memories from books of how the moon looks to put one up in the sky…

I remembered one time, my brother made some star cuts in a large sheet of paper and a crescent moon shape in one side and turned off the lights in my room, shining a flashlight under the paper cut outs and made me a night sky. We pretended we were camping in the Everfree, my sister making animal noises to try and spook me while Bulb and I ate marshmallows… My first steal. Normally, before coming out here I no longer stole things, but when I was younger I managed to sneak into the kitchen and saw one of the cooks baking pastries, melting down marshmallows to use for some kinda icing. When they left to get more flour I snuck in and grabbed a whole bag of them.

As I thought about it I realized… I...don't know how long I've been out here exactly, I know it hasn't been that long, a week at most, but...this is the first time I’ve thought of them the whole time I’ve been here. I miss them.

Up ahead I saw Dirty River, and I was relieved to see my new home town, it was gonna be nice to sleep in that bed. As I entered I saw Dum Dum, or DD as Jane calls her, standing at the gate, armed with her grenade launcher. “Hi Silent,” shecalled out in greeting.

“Hey DD, how’s the town treating you?” I replied.

“They wereafraid at first, but they seem to like me now, especially thetiny ponies! They like to climb me like a...a...climbing thing.”

I giggled, “Glad to hear it.”

“Seem, oi knew ye'd chucker well 'ere Dum Dum,” Daisy said with a nod.

We headed inside and back to Bunker Suite, where we quickly headed to our rooms, I dropped my Saddle bags off to the sides and plopped myself on the bed once inside. The mattress was a tad lumpy, the sheets needed a wash...or five, and the pillow was dusty, but I didn’t care, I covered myself in the blanket, laid my head on the pillow, and took a nap.

I woke up, I didn’t even know how much later, and went to the bathroom where I saw my mane and part of my muzzle’s coat was in a mess in the dirty mirror. I was honestly surprised that it wasn’t cracked or broke, just really dusty, but my reflection was still visible enough. The bathroom was rather dusty itself, but, well stocked it seemed, TP lined a shelf in the corner, there was a locker with a mop, bucket, and cleaning supplies, each of the three toilets had a plunger, and behind a door was a shower like those of the Stable’s Gymnasium...public...

Fixing up my coat and mane, I used my blanket to dry myself. Gonna have to find towels and such later, and sooner or later decorate this place, I mean, I am gonna head back into the stable once this is all over...right?

That’s a question that should be easy to answer...but I’m not sure anymore. Back home...I’m a Nobody, even if I bring back a wagon filled with water talismans, I doubt many of them would actually change their opinions of me… but out here...ponies are calling me a hero, respecting me, trusting me… do I want to go back? There’s so much good I’m doing here while in there all I ever did was get into trouble, and was punished for it while those who harmed me were likely rewarded… I shook my head, trying to ignore those ugly thoughts.

I headed into the kitchen, I hadn’t actually been in there yet, but I hoped that there's some food somewhere. The dining are was...a lot like my Stable’s; several booths, a bar-like area near the door to the kitchen, and a jukebox. I turned it on, and immediately noticed something different, rather than playing a radio frequency...there was this large outfold of black disks, a metal claw grabbing one seemingly at random and it played...music, a song I had never heard before.

I can see beyond all my horizons, like a bird above clouds I see beyond all these horizons.

And I, just can’t stop, for fear I will fall.

The sun sets in all its vibrant colors, and the moon rises up, to carry us all, to sleep.

In all my life I’ve had just one desire, and that’s to see my life, reflect in my old, eyes.

In those memories I had hoped, a live filled with Friendship, love and adventure, but as the days go by and my eyes grow old, I find myself seeing a life left unsatisfied.

The pony singing was a young stallion… and I could relate to his words, despite almost dying many, many… many times out here… I don’t think I’d ever been this happy in my life.

I shook my head, trying to banish those thoughts again. Darn it… I just need to get something to eat. Entering the kitchen proper, it was different from the Stable, for that I was grateful, while it was still large, meant for many cooks, it also had...wait, what’s this? In the farmost corner, there was some kinda...metallic octopus, three eyes, and a...buzzsaw on the end of one of them… There was a small terminal on the counter next to it, curious, I turned it on.

Stable Tech Inc.

Systems Starting up….

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System Booted.

Welcome User…

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Recipes
Mr. “Handy” [Cookie]
Intercom
[Private Message]

Shrugging, I clicked the second option.

Mr. Handy Control Options.

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Turn On/Off
Primary Operations
Secondary Operations
Friendly Mode On/Off
Personality Files

I clicked the On/Off, and quickly jumped back, as the robot buzzed to life, steam pouring from it as it activated.

“My, my, what a glorious nap. Feels like I slept through the Mega Spells,” the robot said, turning to look at me. “Ah, and who might you be miss?”

“Uhhh… Silent Whisper…” I replied, slightly dumbfounded.

“Ah, Miss Whisper, are you the resident of this fine bunker? My prior resident facial records seems to have been wiped out, so, please inform me if you are, and if you are not, I will be forced to remove you from the premises. If you are hostile, then you are no longer presumed a resident, and will be removed or terminated, ... so please stay calm and don't be rash now."

"Um, yes, I'm the resident of this bunker now," I replied nervously.

"Excellent! Facial records updated. So, what can I do for you today, Miss Whisper?"

“Um...Can you make some food? Oh, and yes, I am a resident of this bunker.”

“Certainly Ma’am. What would you like to consume?”

“Uh...surprise me?”

“Alright then, please wait in the dining area ‘til your meal is finished.”

I nodded, walking out of the kitchen and into the dinning area. Waiting for my food I decided to try out those games Raza’s Pipbuck had on them.

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“I have arrived M’am.” I looked up, seeing the robot fly over, “Pardon me, but the Bunker has a lack of proper sustenance, so, I simply made do with some sugar cookies.” He placed a tray of...rather delicious looking cookies before me.

“T-thank you...umm. I never got you name.”

“Oh my world, where are my manners, you can call me Boltsworth, Ma'am.”

“Boltsworth, I like it, and thank you. I’ll see about getting the kitchen stocked up some more,” I say taking a bite of the cookie… It was fluffy, sweet, chewy, and there was a hint of vanilla that left a pleasant aftertaste as I chewed. To put it simply, there is good in this hellish wasteland. Darn, now I wish I had milk…

After a few more cookies I stretched, feeling a bit better as I decided to take a walk through town, but first I went back to my room and decorated a bit. On a dusty shelf I placed Dragon’s Breath with a few rounds for it on the top, and next to it, my old Pipbuck. Seeing it made me feel sad for a moment before I shook it off, looking at the one Raza gave me. So much work and tinkering...something that like me, she had since she was a filly… and she gave it to me. “When I get back to the Stable, things will change… I won’t be some pushover anymore. Those Powder Snakes wanna beat me up, I think I’ll give them some payback.”

Giggling at a revenge fantasy of myself wedgieing them with their own tails, I was off, my saddle bag only keeping that painting I found, I want to find a frame for it. As I was heading upstairs from my bunker house I overheard Key talking with somepony, as I entered the lobby I saw her talking to an earth pony mare, her coat was a dark shade of green and her main and tail was a bright orange. “Oh, there she is.” Key said, the mare turning to look at me with a smile.

I felt a tad nervous as she trotted up to me. “Greetings, I am Treasure Trove, I’m a messenger, scavenger, and relic hunter,” she introduced herself..

“Relic hunter?” I asked.

“Many a pre-war artifacts, from~~,~~ before or WAY before still rest in the rubble of the ruins of the old world. Relic hunters like me search for them, it’s risky business, but a highly profitable one.”

“Oh...so why are you looking for me?”

“A client of mine got word of a certain filly obtaining a rare piece of Lisa Mona’s work.”

“Oh, yeah. What about it?”

“My client, Paint Stroke, has spent her life and poured thousands of caps into re-creating and restoring pre-war art from the greats, but a Lisa Mona is a work I’ve seen her nearly go mad trying, and failing to recreate, so, she had me go find an original. If you are interested, and I know you must be, she is willing to pay top cap for the one in your possession.”

“Where is she?”

“An old home, passed down from her family through the generations, before and after the war. I can put it’s location in your Pipbuck.”

I handed over the leg my Pipbuck was on as the mare entered the coordinates into it. When she finished, the new location I had was called “The House of Paint.” I nodded, putting my leg down. “I’ll try and stop by.”

“Thank you, I’ll return to Paint to tell her to expect you,” with that, Treasure Trove trotted out.

Top cap huh? Wonder how much that’s considered out here? Shrugging, I headed out and off towards town. I had a little over three hundred caps with me, and I wanted to buy food stuff to stock that kitchen a bit, and maybe some more decorative items.

It was easy to find food items, I spent fifty caps on a small wagon to carry them with and another seventy caps on the food. Most of it was pre-war boxed and canned foods, but I also got a few fresh apples, and Brahmin milk… at least I hoped it was Brahmin milk, I hadn’t seen any in town like...at all… Anyway, I headed to some other shops next, buying some pre-war books for reading, and some furniture items. I spent the rest of my caps, save for about twenty, and I knew more would be spent in the future, but it would be worth it.

With that done I headed back, the ponies I bought furniture from said it would be there in a bit, and it was, right in the lobby. I managed to pull them one at a time down with me. It wasn’t much, just a simple couch, night stand, and a dresser. The couch was the hardest. I wish my magic was stronger…

I brought them down and heaved. That’s enough...for now… I sighed, heading to the kitchen and dropping off the food stuff. As I took a rest I looked at my saddle bags… Well, whatever she’ll pay me for it, it will help me decorate this place up better. Plus, she might do it better justice than I ever could.

“Hey Azure, Daisy!” I called out, looking at Paint Stroke’s location on my Pipbuck, it wasn’t too terribly far away, a half days trott easy. The two soon came out of… wherever they were, “Wanna head on out?”

“Wha ter silent?” Daisy asked.

“Just a place half a days trot from here. Some pony wants to buy a painting I found.”

“Well den, sittin' raun 'ere wus gettin' borin'. Lead de way den.” Daisy said, Azure nodding.

“Great, I’m just gonna grab my sawed off from my room real quick.” I said, running back to my room and grabbing it and the ammo I put there for decoration and put it in my saddle bags. With that done I headed back to my friends and we headed off.

As we left Dirty River I felt...happy. I wasn’t sure why, but I felt happy. I was just...happy. I trotted along with my friends, a land of unforgiving misfortune all around us...and I was happy.

The sun was still fairly high in the sky, I thought. The cloud layer blocking it made it hard to tell, but I was certain it was barely passed midday. I didn’t wanna check my Pipbuck, I was just looking at the sky.

Time seemed to pass by quickly as the sun began to set and I kept track of where we were going. According to my Pipbuck’s map, we just had to keep to this pre-war roadway then turn into a long empty opening. Up the road I saw a mailbox just standing there all alone, and next to it was a long, half buried cobblestone path. Must be the place. I looked around when we started on the path and in the distance I saw what looked like a factory building.

It was five minutes before I could make out any details, it was a house...no, it was a mansion! Easy four stories, wood all around, well kept. As we got closer we saw that it had a high fence all around, and there were many armed ponies patrolling. They weren’t too heavily armored, just a lighter version of what the Stables security had on, but their weapons were pretty strong looking. Most had Shotguns, while others had sniper rifles.

When we arrived at the gate, a guard stopped us, "Why are you three here?" he demanded.

“We were told to come here, about selling a painting I have,” I answered.

“Oh, You’re the mare we were told about. As a safety precaution I’m gonna have to ask you all to place your weapons into these lockers,” the guard said, opening the gate and leading us into a shed where there were several large lockers and keys on small hooks. “Pick a locker, and grab the key with the matching number, lose the key, it’s twenty caps to crack it open to get your stuff back.”

I picked locker number three, Daisy picked number eight and Azure picked number five. We placed out stuff in them and I grabbed the matching keys. With that done we were lead into the mansion, a guard bringing us through what seemed like endless hallways of art, paintings mainly, and some carvings. It was so...amazing. Finally we arrived at a door that looked like some pony had thrown all sorts of paint at it. “Paint Stroke is in there, it’s her room and workshop. I’d stay behind the glass when she gets her inspiration.” The guard opened the door and we walked inside.

We were in a large room, part of it, contained within a glass dome of sorts, had a bed, nightstand, desk with pencils and blank paper scattered about. There was a simple door in it leading to the otherside, where a white mare with a rainbow mane and soaked paint covered coat was working on a painting. She was a unicorn, and in her magic she held ten different brushes and traced them across the canvas with expert skill, the random brush strokes soon became a mare, sitting on a red sofa. The mare had a pink coat, a blue mane, and wore a tight fitting black dress that told the world of her perfect figure.

The mare painting it, Paint Stroke likely, placed her tools down and looked at the painting… her muzzle suddenly twisted with anger, and she drove her horn into the canvas, making a large hole in it before pulling out a small tank, pouring out a small bit of some fluid on it before setting a mach to it.

“Nigh why is she doin' dat?! dat paintin' wus bonny!” Daisy said, Azure nodding and looking confused.

I agreed, it had been beautiful, and she just burned it. She pulled out another canvas from an open door behind her on the other side of the dome. She levitated up her brushes again, and began painting, the same painting it seemed. She got half way before dropping her tools and proceed to beat the painting with her bare hooves.

“She's aff yisser nut,” Daisy said, Paint Stroke now walking back into the same door behind her and walking out with a minigun, taking aim and shooting the painting into a ripped nonexistence.

“That’s just not right…” I said, certain that Daisy was right, and this Paint Stroke mare was a little nuts.

Once she stopped firing she started taking some calming breaths and then noticed us inside the dome. She put down her minigun and walked over to the door built into the dome, opening it and closing it behind her. “Heh, sorry you had to see that. You must be Silent Whisper, correct?” she asked, her voice was smooth and held a hint of a southern accent.

“Uh, yeah. I’m Silent Whisper,” I spoke up.

“Grand, please, tell me you have the Lisa Mona painting?” she said, bumbing her nose into mine with her eyes wide in anticipation and a huge smile.

I gulped, levitating it out of my saddlebags. She immediately took it in her own magic, but then, she screamed, a loud, ear bleeding scream that even a def pony could hear, “You kept it rolled up!?!?!?!?!?!” She yelled, unrolling it and seeing it was still in perfect condition. “Phew. Still perfect,” she said with relief, stroking it with her hoof, “A real Lisa Mona… All mine…”

“What?!” I yelled out, a loud ringing in my ears. I shook my head, some of my hearing back but the ringing was still there, “So...you good?”

“Yes. Very,” she said, placing the painting down on the desk, “Lisa Mona has been my inspiration, my muse, my...heh, crush, since I was a filly. Having one of her paintings finally in my possession...it’s a dream come true,” she took a deep breathe before turning around to face me. “So! I suppose there is the matter of your pay for this item.”

“Well, what’s good to you?” I asked, knowing the painting must be worth something, but not wanting to put a number to it.

“What will you take for it dear filly?” she countered.

“Um...Is five hundred caps too much?”

Paint Stroke looked at me...then laughed, “Oh, oh sweetie please, five hundred caps would be a steal, and I am an honest mare. A thousand caps.”

“A thousand?!”

“Hm, you’re right, still too small. Ten thousand it is.”

“Ten...ten...ten…” I said, the number trying to register in my head, “How...how can you afford that?!”

“Darling, there are few and far between fat cat ponies in the world today, and fewer and far between ponies who can supply them with the pre-war standard luxuries they crave. Come, I must show you my family!” she said, picking me, Daisy, Azure, and the painting up in her magic and bringing us along with her… Why can’t I lift this much!?

She walked to the end of the hall and placed us down, opening a door with lots of vases, all metal and sealed, and behind each was a painting. “Behold, my family exactly a one hundred years after the great war,” Paint Stroke declared.

“...Urns...these are your ancestors ashes?” I asked.

“Yes, for generations my family has crafted, restored, and collected the finest of arts from all around the world. It’s a family hobby.”

I looked around, seeing near the end of the urns, but not even halfway to the end of the hallway, a painting of what looked like a lush, green park, mares and foals playing and a family in the background having a picnic. The painter was- “Hey, that’s a Lisa Mona.” I said, pointing at it.

“Why yes, my great grandfather acquired it, said it was the find of his lifetime, and it really was. One of the guards working for him at the time found it in a five caps bin over in the ghoul city in Canterlot. Bought it and grandpappy payed him handsomely for it.”

“So, you do have some?”

“Well, yes, but it’s tradition that, after the war, each generation finds a pre-war painting worth saving, preserving, collecting. I have three others in total, but this...is mine.” She said, walking up to an urnless stand and grabbing the blank picture frame hanging behind it, the painting sliding into the frame with ease as she placed into its proper place. “I finally have that grand item. Now I can work on having foals.”

“Eheh...yeah… You’ll be… a one of a kind mom.”

“Daw, thank you sweetie. Maybe one of my kids when they grow up can find Lisa Mona’s final piece.”

Final Piece? “Her final Piece?” I asked.

“Hm. Oh yes. The Ministry of Image confiscated it not long before the bombs fell. Rumours have it, it’s something that went against many laws, so Lisa Mona herself and all her equipment, along with the painting were being held until the proper officials would come to destroy it and put her in prison for life. Oh, to have something that caused that much trouble for her, heck, to have her tools, even her corpse would be amazing!”

Eheh… “Well...I take it it’s heavily guarded?”

“Oh yes, my mother sent some guards to retrieve it, they never came back.”

“Well...maybe we can retrive it?”

“Wait, you’d try?”

“I’ll succeed too,” I boasted ...where did that come from?

“Oh, if you bring me that painting, I’ll, I’ll… five hundred thousand caps! Her tools, fifty thousand, her corpse… fifty thousand.”

“Wow, wow, wow… That’s...a lot… we can’t even carry that much money.”

“So? I can have it all in bags on a waggon! Anything if you get me all three of those things! I’ll give you my dad’s masterpieces!”

“His what?”

“Oh, these.” She said, walking over to an urn that hand a small locker at the foot of it, she opened it, and pulled out two big, scary looking pistols, one black, one white. “Dad had these when he came here and met my mom, said they were called Daybreaker,” she shook the white gun, “And Nightmare Moon,” she shook the black one. “They look nice, and always called them his masterpieces.”

“What do they fire, boulders?!”

“Actually, Dad said they are special, they only shoot evil, and never fail you. I’ve rarely left this house and whenever I try and fire them it’s like shooting an empty gun. Oddest part is that there is no way to load them. I think they might be magic powered but, I’m no expert in that.”

“So...for six hundred thousand caps, and two strange, big pistols all we have to do is get you that painting, her tools, and if we find it, her corpse?”

“Yes. All the yes,” Paint Stroke nodded. “Not including the ten thousand I’m paying you for this painting you got me just now.”

“Oh. So, where is this Ministry of Image hub?”

“Downtown Baltimare, it’s not the biggest hub, but that place is heavily irradiated since a Megaspell went off some ways from there, there’s a lot of ghouls out there too.”

“Oh, well, if you pay me now for the painting of Princess Luna, I can use that to buy supplies against the radiation as a precaution.”

“Good idea, I’ll go get the caps and send word to the head guard here to allow you access to their armory for supplies. In the meantime you three head back to my workshop till I come back with the caps,” Paint Stoke said. We nodded and headed back to her workshop, where we just sat around and relaxed for a while until she came back. She arrived with two ammunition boxes strapped and modified to be armored saddle bags on her, “Here we are, all ten thousand caps worth. Every ten caps are tied together with some tape.”

“Mind if oi ask, wha chucker yer store dat many caps?” Daisy asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Simple, my vault.”

“Vault barl av shoite a safe or basement or...?”

“Well, more of a mini Stable. My family from before the war commissioned one just for them. Sadly only my oh-so-many greats grandfather and mother and their foals made it in there, along with some lucky servants. They were in there for about a generation or so before they came out. By then Caps and such were already established as primary currency, but art was yet to be valued again until another two generations later. So, we used the mini Stable’s water talisman to clean out and bottle water and made a living off of that until art became of value again.”

“Wait, so you have a water talisman!?” I asked, shocked that one might be here.

“Sadly, not anymore, darn thing broke about twenty years ago. You don’t keep a constant checking on that thing and they just break on you for the dumbest of reasons.”

“Oh…” I said, saddened on feeling so close to my objective and yet so far now… again…

“Well, best head on off the the armory, fifth door down the hall to the left, head chief Hotty will be waiting~” She finished her sentence almost sing songy.

“You like your head guard?”

“I should, married his fine ass seven years ago. Told him I got the Lisa Mona painting, and he said ‘so that means foals now?’ I cracked up laughing and said yeah, just wait for you girls to leave, unless you are into that kind of stuff~”

I blushed cherry red, “I, Uh, think I speak for all of us when I say no thanks….” I said, the three of us heading out and I took a breathing form...that.

Shaking the last of Paint Stroke’s...offer...off, we headed to the armory. Thankfully it’s door was also heavily armored, for obvious reasons. Once inside were were greeted by a rather tall stallion, navy blue coat and a long black mane and tail. He was covered in combat armor and had a battle saddle with a minigun on his right side and a large crate to feel ammo into it on the other, “Good evening ladies, wife gave the word, so here ya are,” he said, stepping aside as we saw… HOLY SWEET CELESTIA’S! Where there wasn’t boxes or ammo storage bins, there were weapons of all kinda on racks, stands, a freaking SHOTGUN UMBRELLA STAND, and I don’t even know what else was there. “Paint said take whatever ammo you can carry, but if your want some repairs or a gun, talk with me about that,” he offered as we all nodded and looked for the ammo types for our respective guns.

Daisy got seven extra full magazines for her rifle, filled up the ones she had and grabbed spare ammo from the boxes, ten full ammo boxes, each box had three mags worth of ammo, as well as ten more shots for her grenade launcher... she was set. Azure got lots of ammo for her gun, they had these special clips that she loaded the bullets onto. Sadly they didn’t have any other kinds of her special clips, but she did get four extra ones for her SMG. It took rather small bullets but her clips held lots of them so I figure if it’s not too strong the amount of bullets hitting you must do the work for you.

I grabbed lots of spare ammo for that gun, filling up it’s odd clips again and keeping the spars in their respective boxes, as well as some extra boxes of ammo for Dragon’s Breath. I began to look around at the other guns. There were a lot, but one was a large sniper rifle, with a scope that could be a telescope, barrel almost a pony and a half long, and mags longer than my horn! It was adorned with glowing gems and something square and electronic on the side of it. It was closed and I couldn’t make it out. “Like it?” Paint’s husband came over, “It’s called The Lady Heartbreaker. .50 caliber anti material rifle adorned with gems to make the recoil feel like a regular .308 sniper rifle, adjustable scope that can also change to have Night Vision, accurate up to ten miles, and the piece de resistance, a Heartbeat Sensor.”

“Heartbeat...sensor?” I asked.

“Experimental mix of the Ministry of Technology and the Ministry of Arcane Sciences. Both came together to create some experimental tech to better track enemies in the trenches so soldiers didn’t go in blind. It’s magic that displays anything foal size and bigger on it’s screen by detecting its heartbeat. The tech then compares the heartbeat patterns and can tell you amazing things like age, gender, even race.”

“Wow...is it for sale?”

“Hm?” He said, looking at me, “Huh...well no one here uses it, scares them to heck and back thinking about firing that thing. Plus it’s been here since Paint was a foal… tell you what, you make it back here with the things Paint wants, I’ll sell it to you for a mesly ten caps.”

“Ten caps...why?”

“That’s if you come back, and I got a good feeling you will. And for ten caps because it’s just been sitting there for years, and if she could talk she’d be begging to be fired proper. Course this free ammo thing will be for now and such so ammo for her and then on in the future you’ll have to buy.”

“That’s fair,” I nod in agreement, “Alright then, so I’ll be back as soon as possible with Lisa Mona’s final painting and possibly her other belongings.”

“Til then little filly,” he said, giving me a nod as Daisy, Azure and I all headed out.

I'm sure Azure will love it, I think to myself happily as we headed out. Once we left Paint Strokes manner I began to wonder who would have a radiation suit… Maybe somepony back in Dirty River will? Or at least somepony should know…

“ey, yer 'ear dat?” Daisy asked as I looked up. I did hear something... something framilier...a creepy music box…