Fallout Equestria: Changed Fates

The... plan?

It was a nightmare, blood and entrails splattered everywhere the weeping wraith touched. Every blow was filled with so much rage it was like he magically turned them inside out and then exploded them. The claws on his hooves hummed with power as if they would explode flesh only after they sliced into the body. Thankfully, the majority of Lexi's friend's were flyers. But even then, they were not entirely safe. Aside from the claws which this wraith favored immensely, over his shoulder there was a heavy plasma weapon of some sort. It looked to splatter and cook flesh all at once. Blood splattered and turned to glowing ash before sloughing to the ground, the plasma superheated armor into a glowing white near liquid state before the primary mass slipped past and detonated to pop living beings like a pimple.

Then there was his armor, even the small dent where Lexi's bullet impacted lasted mere seconds, it was the first and almost only injury he seemed to sustain .Slowly as the soldiers pelted him with automatic fire and as much melee as they could manage as he tore through them, the Wraith's armor began to hum with energy. Lexi swore she even saw it crack rather than dent or scratch. Dozens of possibilities flowed through her mind but she teetered over the possibility that trauma to the armor was somehow converted into a different energy, perhaps thermal energy. The heat waves coming off of it in stark contrast to the deathly frozen landscape it had rested in for untold decades seemed to imply this, but there was no way to tell for sure and it still didn't explain the dent from her bullet that quickly repaired itself.

Her mind hummed with activity until a more refined logical Lexi proudly spouted. 'Redundant defense systems! Being able to convert physical kinetic energy of weapons into thermal energy and disperse it through the armor as if the entire thing as a vent would be efficient, but it would cause rapid overheating at at possibly lethal level for the armor's user, so a repair talisman keeps the armor together like normal power armor and the energy conversion turns on and off as often as the armor can handle it. Perhaps even a third defensive ability is present if the energy conversion is off until combat begins. The cracks in the armor which seal quickly is all but proof of energy conversion. Frozen armor quickly heating will always have the danger of shattering no matter what the substance, and the heat off the armor is obvious and... oh dear... is he looking at us... yes.. yes he is... oh.. and he's charging... oh dear... have we reloaded our weapons? oh, no of course not, we've just been sitting here thinking about his armor... don't worry we have armor... oh right, those claws... hrmmmmm'

Another Lexi pushed over logical Lexi and let loose with her tiny lungs. 'WERE GOING TO DIEEEEEEE!!!!!'

A tungsten slug from Croce's new shotgun impacted the Wraith once, twice, and then the third time came around a massive magical shield Lexi swore would have been able to block a Megaspell formed, practically cutting the battlefield in half. Thankfully Oso was on her half. Unfortunately she only discovered this as she was torn from the ground and caught up in a panic as everything nearly vanished in the storm before the she could complete her thoughts on such a powerful magical shield being implemented into the function of the armor could be formed.

It took a moment but soon she turned about in Oso's grasp and noticed that Fobwatch was there too. Unceremoniously scooped up upside down and simply waiting out whatever Oso's plan was. And eventually Croce too met them high up in the clouds, and she didn't see Reaper until her head was yanked to the side.

"Oh you fabulous fast thinking bitch!" In a very aggressive odd almost uncomfortable moment, all she could tell was Reaper's tongue was pulsating down her throat.

She coughed and spasmed unsure of what to do. If she was prepared for it, she might have enjoyed it, Reaper was oddly caught between the gorgeous half feminine and noble handsome look, she liked it, but at the moment, her neck hurt from the angle he held her.

"We are all happy, let her breath..." Had Oso's talons not been occupied his intent would have likely been an action rather than an order.

"Oh you spoil sport!" Reaper playfully rolled back. "She saved us all the way!"

"Not so fast ye fruitsickle! We still don't have our fucking antifreeze! We're still fucking FUCKED!" Croce's stance implied he was juggling killing Reaper or at least trying seeing they were all truly damned.

"Not so fast birby boy!!! She's saved us there too! Those dung lickers down there who attacked us came here too...and they're not dead.... well not frozen to death, this means that they have the medicine too, or something close to it..."

Oso's eyes lit up with some hope. "That's true! and there's ten of them... let's hope that their medicine was well protected in their bags, not much is left of them after that Wraith, and even aside from what this one did to my wing, it's getting kinda hard to fly with the chems fading..."

"True, but just wait another five minutes, the Weeping Wraith doesn't stay outside that circle for long. if he can't fight us for more than about a minute, he goes back and starts crying again... poor guy, I wonder if we can bribe him with a BJ... I mean he earned it..." Reaper chuckled licking his lips but then seemed to regret it as the fading chems made his bodily fluids able to be frozen again and his tongue began to bleed. "Oofles... oh boy... we should go down and start searching quickly... probably right now... let's go... fast!!"

Lexi nodded, her whole body hurt, and her skin felt raw. But she didn't need to tell her friends, she could see the joints at various wings beginning to crack, as if the skin was made of porcelain and the blood was starting to sludge up at these joints.

Together, they slowly lowered, and Croce swooped below the cloud cover only to pop up again. "He's not there!"

Reaper too popped in and out before going off a distance and coming back. "He's back at his sobbing spot... poor boy...."

"Good, let's search the corpses, everyone move quickly! if you find anything, bring it to Reaper and hopefully it's the right stuff, don't instantly take it. Move quickly and don't complain... and DON'T SUCK OFF THE WRAITH!" He pointed an impatient talon at Reaper who giggled.

The second they got to the ground, they scrambled about, Lexi held back the urge to vomit as she pushed through the slop of rapidly freezing organs and coiled entrails. The entire area had been softly powdered with layer of red snow. The explosive force of the Wraith's claws had nearly evaporated the blood which quickly froze and floated back down.

Lexi scrambled about turning her armor into overdrive mode, not for the extra strength but for the heat it generated. Logical Lexi tried to warn her against it but the other Lexis drowned her out with their worries, and discomfort. A lot of pain started up as with every blink of her eyes she could feel the fluid in her aqueous humor cracking. Practically scampering along her failing eyes caught something, and she had never been so happy in her life to see so much gore. The bottom half of one of her attackers.

She quickly rushed over, practically having to crawl down part of a cliff to get it, she whispered a prayer of thanks that the saddle bags were in tact. Whether it was the claws or the plasma, the Wraith had hit this poor soul in the upper chest or at the base of the neck. Only the very beginning of his barrel and down was left.

She struggled with the bags and only just barely got them free, but blinked at a revelation that no doubt was one of those details Oso and the rest of the group already knew and just didn't tell her. As the bags tore free, the armor fell back and she saw it. Stripes. These were not Ponies but Zebras.

She was baffled, but she would ask Oso, and be rather stubborn about it as well, not stopping until she had an answer as to why Zebras wanted her when nopony in the world outside of their little group should have even known she existed. She was tired of being in the dark and she wanted answers. But logical Lexi metaphorically pounded on the side of her head from the inside. 'FREEZING TO DEATH ISN'T GOING TO HELP GET ANSWERS!!!'

She took the belt and looked up the icy cliff the way she came, half wanting to sit and pout waiting for Oso to come find her, she angrily stuffed whatever Lexi that was into the closet and leapt as hard and high as she could.

She forgot she was wearing power armor. Up the cliff over and back onto her face she went. Not stopping for that, she quickly got her hooves under her and called for Reaper who came quickly.

"Oh! Cherry Pone saves the day again! Keep this up and I might give you what you wanted..." He grinned looking deep into her eyes as she blushed and held out the bags with her hooves. He finished his smirk and pried open the bags. Quickly he took several bottles and syringes. They were all still liquid which was a good sign, but they were mostly different colors. So quickly he sampled them orally. "Stampede, medex, don't know this one, forgot this one, oh! here we go!"

He jammed one of the needles into his flank then repeated with another on Lexi. He held up more as the others came in. There was a single dose for each of them and two for the large Oso. Croce too brought a saddle bag, half of one anyway. Between the lot of them they had just enough to at least get back to the sky cart and hopefully dig it out. But then that posed another problem, if they could even get it started.

'One miracle at a time.' Mumbled Logical Lexi as she rolled her eyes.

It took hours to but they were clearly closing on the last known location of the Skycart, and yet again she was troubled. Lexi's attitude had changed drastically. It was such a short time, but she felt like a whole different Pony leaving this horrid place than she did when she was coming in. She didn't even cringe or panic knowing that she had intentionally drawn the Weeping Wraith to her enemy and gotten them utterly and brutally slaughtered. The transformation bothered her a lot more than the fact that she intentionally got ten Zebras killed without a second thought. Logical Lexi and some other Lexi she would probably label psychology Lexi babbled on in her head about what it could all mean, but she at least let it pass the time for her.

'It's a good thing... she's maturing and adapting to her environment. It's a powerful sign of survivability and her own intellectual prowess...' A choir of Lexis chattered back and forth as logical Lexi prepared her retort.

'Nay, such would be accurate if she had time to adapt, but she is taking to it far too quickly, no warning signs of combat stress or post traumatic stress. It's like firing a cannon at a building and not being able to find so much as a scratch, it's not only unlikely, it SHOULD be impossible. We are of course very proud of Lexi, but the mere fact that these mental traumas are not downright overwhelming her and utterly destroying her is a grave concern!' There was a slow chatter but it went silent as psychological Lexi raised a hoof.

'Nonsense! She has had many of these symptoms, but this is clearly a form of natural durability she never had to rely on before. If a frog never has been submerged in water, does that mean it doesn't still have webbed toes and remain aquatic? Sometimes when the world throws a pony in the water, the pony sinks... and sometimes... like with our Lexi here... the pony swims....'

Logical Lexi sneered and dug around for another reason to be concerned but all at once the Lexis clattered to the ground with a yelp as Croce knocked Lexi over the backside of her head.

"Hey! Mudpony! pay attention! We're close... and for the fourth time... LOOK!" One talon poked at her chin as he guided her snout to follow another talon at a set of lights upwind in the blowing storm. And her EFS showed three small red dots. Her eyes moved from Croce's eyes to the red dots and she slowly cleared her throat.

"... there's three of them, they're not moving. Likely inside tents or some temporary structure. If they know we're here, they're not reacting. But they are marked as hostiles..." The Lexis started a slow happy applause at her reading the situation and responding so well.

"Keep this up and you'll graduate from Mudpony to 'almost tolerable'." He chuckled and drew his Susi blade.

Oso nodded to Fobwatch who sat beside Lexi as he and the other flyers took to the air with some difficulty. But as they waited uncomfortably she found a concerned murmured from the Lexis as she didn't so much as flinch as each red light winked out one by one. She knew they were dying, but she didn't seem to care. The more concern she heard from the Lexis the more she dug into it. Slowly she turned to Fobwatch.

"Does... um... does it bother you?" He blinked and turned to her in question. "The... killing I mean..."

"Ah..." He wore a quickly fading smile as if he wanted her to know he understood but it wasn't supposed to be something to dwell on. "It's.... necessary. Ye'd be sick if ye enjoyed it... ending the life of another. But, the sad truth is love..." He paused almost as if he was conversing with the little Fobwatches in his head but he breathed a little easier and continued. "...No matter how much ye want to deny it, a value can be placed on a life. Raiders, they rape, murder, and do nothing other than destroy... is their life worth more than a farmer? a loving father or mother? What of a doctor?"

He shifted in the snow and chewed at his lip. He clearly didn't like talking about it, but he continued as if he had to. "Many foolish Stallions and mares will preach of how every last life is sacred... but it really isn't. Show me somepony who believes there is good in everypony and I'll show ye a fooking liar. I've met dozens, hundreds even of ponies who would slit yer throat or rape ye then kill ye when they got bored, sell ye into slavery or anything worse their foul minds could come up with... it's not some temporary madness, or something you can cure, teach out of them. Ponies... Griffons... Zebras... we all.... have a darkness in their soul, a part of them that never comes up unless it's nurtured by the world around us... it's a balancing act. Stay 'civilized', ye're a victim. Lean into the darkness and accept it, ye'll be gutting fillies and colts for fun in a week... ride that razor's edge... and the world is yers.... still shite... but it's a shite world, what can ye do eh?"

She fidgeted at this, her eyes glued to her armored hooves in the snow. But she blinked as he lifted her chin. "Yer in transition love... it's a delicate place... but ye've got lots of safeguards. Yer doing fantastic, don't worry so much. If ye start to falter, we'll all be here for ye...." He smiled and instantly warmth spread through her.

"Hey! get a move on! We're getting out of here and we've got a way out!" Croce called out to them as Oso hefted the bodies into the snow out of the way. In passing Fobwatch paused clearly noticing something about the dead.

Lexi took a look and was thankful it looked like it was quick. Stab to the throat and two broken necks. One was clearly a Zebra and the other two were a dark red Griffon and a rusty red Pegasus.

"Damn..." The word fell from Fobwatch's mouth in such a defeated way. "Rust Buckets and Gael..."

"Did you know them?" Lexi came closer, she wanted to be careful not to upset him.

"Aye... I did. Poor sods ran goods between the towns. They had to have been paid a LOT to come up here..." He shook his head and continued into the shelter which quickly revealed itself to be heavy tarped tents and metal framing buried deep into the snow.

"We can rest up here, there's a stockpile of antifreeze and a few extra goods." Oso struggled to fit in the tent but he found a relatively empty area and settled down.

"Ah! so that's what it was!" Reaper's voice chimed happily as he dug through the medical supplies not exactly hiding the fact that he was pocketing most of the chems. "This stuff I couldn't really identify, it's a sort of transition drug to make it much less harsh on the body when you are starting and coming off of the antifreeze. Especially coming off... that's a bitch and a half..." He giggled digging in deeper.

"I assume their cart is here?" Fobwatch gestured to the door.

"yeah, there's a cart down there should easily get us back to town." Oso bit down onto some preserves of some sort he found in the tent.

"No..." Fobwatch coughed and stretched his no doubt sore muscles before he continued. "Old Rusy and Gael were really well known and well liked. If we are even seen with their cart and not them, we'll be blacklisted and probably have bounties on our heads."

Oso sighed. "Aye, get all the rest you can, Reaper keep us aware of when we have to medicate, and as soon as we are good and ready, we gotta get out there, find our cart, and scavenge off of this one to make ours operational. Being able to move between towns without being assaulted is kinda important..."

Lexi settled in and closed her eyes, but as if the Lexis were loudly clearing their throats in her ears her eyes snapped open. "Oso?"

He cocked his head towards her. "Yes?"

".... I need some answers..."

"I'm not sure it's wise to tell you everything... and I KNOW I can't tell him" Oso's talons moved to Fobwatch he looked to the door.

"I can leave if ye want... it's important to her and the last half hour of trying to talk yer way out of having to explain it doesn't help. If you like lad... I can tell the lovely lass what I personally think yer up to..." He didn't get up but he certainly portrayed himself as upright and competent as he could.

Oso's eyes narrowed and he clearly plunged himself deep into thought. "You know you'll be putting yourself in the crosshairs the more you let us know you know?"

Fobwatch smirked. "Of course lad, this isn't meh first rodeo..."

"Oh just shut up and kiss!... no wait! TONGUE! Lots of Tongue!" Reaper's eyes betrayed his utterly silly obsession with sexuality, his tail even wagged as he propped up his head by the chin on his hooves.

"You shut up...Honestly none of you are supposed to know... we've kept this stuff secret for a very VERY long time." The massive Griffon grumbled but as he looked over the others he knew that it would put a lot of strain on the functionality of the group if he completely forbade it. ".... very well. I won't tell you, but why don't you tell me what you think, and I won't confirm or deny. And depending on how it goes, I will or won't tell Tyrin and he may or may not kill many or all of you for security reasons."

Instantly Croce got up and moved to the exit. "I'm hella curious, but it's not fucking worth dying over, and I don't even want to roll those dice with that freak Tyrin..."

An awkward silence passed before Oso gestured to Fobwatch who nodded and slowly his lips parted. "I struggled with this for a LONG while... I've known the goals of D.E.R.P. for a long while it's projects and more, but I've never known it to work with the wolves, ell... I barely even knew anything about the wolves other than that they were terrifying and stupidly dangerous. No reason the ghouls would ever work WITH them, and ye lot... never heard of ye ever... and I'm rather well informed... very VERY well informed. For the longest time I couldn't figure out why ye would do what ye lot of been doing... but then... I saw the scroll. Ye were quick, but I saw it... and I know of it..."

Instantly a look of concern showed over Oso's features. "How much of it do you know?"

Fobwatch sighed almost like he knew this was likely digging his grave. "The book that our lovely Lexi here owns and I need to read... it's listed in there, and I at least know what is written about it in there..." He looked to Lexi then back to Oso, chewing at his lip. "If my assumption is correct, ye lot are damned fools... what yer tying is impossible and utterly foolish. You could do a LOT more harm than good. My father would know, I know and he barely even touched on the subject with me..."

Oso's talons dug into the ground, through the tarp, into the compacted ice and deeper. "That will be enough... I will need to converse with at least Yin before I let you say another damned word... and as for the goal... your concern is noted and the reason why there's so much division between us, the Susi and the Ghouls. Everyone has their own theory and 'ways past the dangers' but no one can agree... and with something this big... you CAN'T just let bygones be bygones.... this is something we have to be absolutely certain on..."

Lexi felt relatively small, very unsure of what to do. But she did not like the massive tension in the room, she could see the look in Oso's eyes, he did not want to kill Fobwatch but it looked like he was measuring whether or not he would have to.

"Get some sleep... we move out as soon as the storm breaks." Oso lay his head down and relief flooded Lexi. At least for the moment, her friend would not be killed.

She closed her eyes even when Reaper vocalized as he was likely let down by his very inaccurate predictions of Pony on Griffon gay sex. She pushed it all away and listened to her memories. But she felt a twinge of worry as her mother's voice became harder to remember. She pushed it aside and remembered the Lexington Steel experience. She trembled at the memory of her first hoof experience in the memory orb of such a famous stallion blessed with so much... girth.

Thankfully, sleep came a little easier.

No words were exchanged between Oso and Fobwatch. When morning came, Oso stood up and walked out to go watch the weather. It was completely unclear if he even slept, or if he ever slept. Reaper and Croce got to work looking for the Skycart, and Lexi just stayed with Fobwatch. Very little was said, but she did get some of her emotional baggage off her chest and was rather happy that Fobwatch was willing to listen, even if he remained mostly silent. She found herself mostly complaining. Her worries about her combat encounters, some sexual frustration, but some of it stayed private. She wanted more than anything to say everything she could and then beg him for what he knew of the Project. But there was nothing she could tell herself to convince her to bring it up.

It wasn't long before a loud coughing engine was heard outside. The skycart appeared to at least function. There was some talking and some loud bonking of Reaper's head but eventually Oso entered the tent and called to clean up.

"Take everything of value to us, the longer the Zebras don't know what happened to their soldiers the better." He as usual moved to scoop up Lexi but she stepped back.

"I can do some work, I'm not totally helpless..." He nodded almost approvingly, but frowned when she continued. "I still need some answers... things have been bugging me, I won't ask about the project, but can you at least tell me about the Zebras?"

Oso grumbled. "Well... it's complicated, and really tied up in the project... but mostly what I can tell you is it has to do with Tyrin."

Lexi nodded almost afraid to ask about the old bird. Oso clearly picked up on this. "Tyrin is older than he looks... a lot older. Everyone in the Ordos Sanguinus has something special about us... it's not a requirement, it just kinda happens that way. He belonged to it long before I did..."

Slowly as he spoke he packed up everything he could see and soon they were in a fairly well functioning skycart looking up at the mildest part of the storm she had seen in as long as she could remember. It was still nothing she ever wanted to fly in even if she ever wanted to fly again. But locking her armor in place like last time she strained to listen to Oso continue.

"He's a veteran of many MANY battles... and I don't really know the exactness... the real cause of it, but I know he utterly hates Zebras, and they show up wherever they can confirm he's been. Which isn't very often, but it's still too damned often. As to why they are after you?" He paused as he put in the majority of the effort to get the cart off the ground and into the air. "I have no idea, maybe they think you're important to him, maybe they'll try and use you to get to him."

She noted a very mild tone in his voice. He wasn't lying but he was intentionally not telling the truth. It bothered her but at least he was telling her something and when concerning a subject seemingly taboo as Tyrin she was glad to get literally anything from the big griffon.

Up in the clouds it was very difficult to keep talking, not just because of the rushing winds due to the speed they traveled, but also the thin air and the biting cold. But slowly they crossed out of the storm and upon request they came to ground to use the transition drug for a less harsh experience coming off the antifreeze.

But another six or so hours and the large D.E.R.P. building came into view. They put the cart down and Oso grumbled, stretching after the long flight and popping a berry. "Aye... Croce, and Reaper, you two stay here and guard the cart. We don't need scavengers messing about and taking it."

Croce let out a soft laugh. "Ha... no... after the last time I didn't accompany her, the dumb mud pony almost died... where she goes, I go..." He crossed his arms and stood very 'matter of factly'.

"Fine... Reaper, if scavengers come..." Oso gestured but Reaper interrupted.

"Kill don't blow, got it big boy..." Oso rolled his eyes at the flamboyant Pony's response.

"Well.. let's go."

It was a short trip, and again the guns came out, this time very heavily reinforced right where Oso had last torn them apart, clearly Sandbox had followed his orders and at least tried to make the turrets 'griffon proof'. It didn't take long or much for the doors to open, Oso just looking into the camera and nodding seemed to do the trick.

There was a bit of talk back and forth, lots of excitement and awe in the air with the Ghouls of D.E.R.P. The return of the giant Griffon and his friends seemed to be a surprisingly good sign. And somehow, a happy and excited looking ghoul was even more frightening than a normal one, keeping Lexi a little closer to Oso and Croce.

"Ah... that took you a bit less time than I expected..." The surprisingly smoother voice of the head of the ghouls grumbled as he smiled wide enough for his leathery rotting lips to crack and split slightly.

"It was a lot worse than we thought... but it was still doable, which did surprise me... at least a little." Oso grumbled right back. "But we got the scroll Arctic... now I assume we have a deal?"

The ghoul, Arctic Star as Lexi vaguely remembered nodded and held out a hoof expectantly. Oso in turn reached into his bags but hesitated.

Arctic scoffed. "It's going to us for your big plan anyway... no need to be so hesitant with it."

Oso sighed and pulled from his bag a small scroll and tossed it up to the unicorn who gracefully caught it in his magic before opening it and looking it over. The delight on his face was clear and he quickly pocketed the scroll after very carefully rolling it back up.

Lexi squinted and adjusted her glasses to try and see if she could at least steal the slightest glimpse of what was on the near ancient scroll. But by the time she was starting to see something mildly familiar in the scribbles it had been rolled up.

"Very very good, I am very pleased. We shall send a party to the wolves as soon as possible to work out a location and a proper security detail. No doubt those fleabags can keep my workers safe, but I do want at least some of my own security there. I won't be having them making changes to something they barely understand. Only D.E.R.P. is competent enough in Equestrian magics to pull this off. Their strange voodoo nonsense can't be allowed to interfere..."

Oso grumbled before standing tall. "They are a part of this whether you or we like it or not.... We need them and we aren't going anywhere without them. I don't like it much either, but their magic is quite powerful and accurate. Just because it's not Equestrian doesn't mean it's invalid and useless. This is a group effort here..."

Arctic Star rolled his eyes. "Of course... of course... but I still need my security. I'm not letting them or you take complete control of this project. Either we have at least some say or no one has any!"

Again, Oso grumbled, as if the words were causing him actual physical pain. "Aye... that's the plan... but just remember, this is the closest we've ever been. We can't afford to mess this up. We all work together and once it's done we won't ever have to bother with each other again."

Arctic Star grinned and nodded. "Do they know yet? I mean, if we're this close, it's just a matter of time..." He gestured to Lexi who's attention piqued.

Oso followed his gesture but shook his head. "We're.... working on it. At the moment, I too feel it's inevitable. But I still need permission to tell her or any of the others. You know just how.... odd the circumstances are."

"Pfff... that's an understatement." The ghoul's laughter seemed like something out of a horror story, and the authenticity of it only made the experience worse. "But will it really matter if we succeed? The whole damned world could know."

Oso took a quick step forward. "Yes and no. There's more than plenty of ponies, zebras, griffons and many more who would object. And we don't need an army.... or armies kicking in our doors before we actually manage to get this shit done."

There was an uncomfortable silence before Arctic finally sighed. "Perhaps, but if you can't trust them they simply don't belong here. Either way, they went with you, they helped and it sounds like they've earned it. But you do what you do. I'll do everything on my end just make sure that you lot do everything on your en.."

A loud crash brought everyone's eyes back just behind Arctic as a pony appeared to drop a large load of electronics.

Arctic twirled about and nearly shouted in the ghoul mare's face. "Damn it Moondancer! that shit is fucking fragile and rare! Be fucking careful you absolute fucking... Moondancer?"

The old rotting Mare was staring just past him, she took a few steps, her face was one of shock and emotional overload. "Lexi?...."

Lexi heard the rough voice, but felt a sudden ping of recognition as she beheld the rotting figure before her. She was missing patches of her mane and even flesh over her body. But she saw just enough to answer.

"Mom?"

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This fanfiction is based on Fallout Equestria by Kkat, Fallout Equestria Pink Eyes by Mimezinga and Fallout Equestria Project Horizons by Somber; a familiarity with the source material may aid your understanding.

Author - Sanguine Eyes

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