Date: Day 184 of Year 1019, Time: Around Noon, Location: Somewhere near the ruins of Ponyville

Wonderful. My last journal got destroyed by a radigator. I mean, seriously! What are the chances that the one thing the brute manages to hit is the saddlebag holding the book keeping me sane! Probably more of the universe’s tricks. Good thing I had this. Means I have to start over though. Hello, I’m G, you know what I’ll just put it in later. I’ll make another log once I get to a safe place.

Date: Day 184 of Year 1019, Time: Evening, Location: Ruins of Ponyville

Right. Made it to a building. I think it used to be Vinyl and Octavia's house, since what paint is left is split down the middle, but it’s not much more than a useful hidey-hole. This place is a raider town now. Remember when it was bright and colourful. Those days are long gone…

Sorry. Anyway, I had to hide. I may be immortal, but I can still hurt. One advantage to being a skeleton: Nobody pays any attention to you. Going to stay here for the night. See you in the morning.

Date: Day 185 of Year 1019, Time: Early Morning, Location: Ruins of Ponyville

Hello world. Still hate me? Okay then. Right. Now I can sum up what’s happened recently. My name is Windy Days, though I usually go by G. I used to be Head Royal Scientist of Canterlot. I experimented in combinations of science, magic, and technology. Eventually, I discovered many things, a lot of which no sane being should know. My biggest achievement was discovering how to access the timelines… To some extent. I couldn’t interact with them, but I could see them. Then it was only a matter of time before I did work out how to interact. I never got the chance. I got old, and Celestia, fearing I may mess something up as I got old, tired, delusional, and the like, asked me to retire. I did, as I understood her reasons, much as it hurt me to leave such a large project unfinished. I passed the job down to one of my sons, Stormy Days. We had always had weather-based names, despite being unicorns and earth ponies. Anyway, Stormy was a good lad, but despite his knowledge, was afraid he might break something, which was fair of him. It was widely known he was both narcoleptic and just lazy in general, and it was quite possible for him to fall asleep at a critical moment. Anyway, we never figured out how to access other timelines fully. But that small meddling was apparently enough. I got old, and laid on my deathbed… But never quite got there. It became quite a thing around the hospital, to bet on when ol’ Windy would finally kick the bucket. But I didn’t. I kept going, and going, and going. Other patients and staff got old themselves, and they passed away. But not me. I was rather interested myself. I finally started to wonder if I was immortal, and eventually started experimenting. I started trying to get out of bed and walk around. Eventually managed it. The hospital staff found me one night, leaning against a wall, completely exhausted. But I had at least made it out into the hall. From then on, it wasn’t ‘When will Windy die”, it was “When will Windy make a full recovery… from old age.”

…Sorry. Rambles of an old horse, huh? Anyway, I’ll go find out what’s going on. See you.

Date: Day 185 of Year 1019, Time: Late Afternoon, Location: Ruins of Ponyville

Hello again. Wandered around a bit, Made sure to keep out of raider sight. As I said before, bullets hurt, even if they can’t kill me. Found Sweet Apple Acres. Used to be a nice place. Almost never went there in daylight. Half the time the family was there, knocking down apples from the trees, and the other half I had other things to do. Only got to look once or twice, but those few times were rather good. Found Stable 2. Lots and lots of not alive skeletons at the door. Not that nice. Came back here, after going for a wander around the main town. Tried to lockpick a couple of things I found, but it’s a bit difficult when all you have is a thin wire and not much else. I could have used magic, but I'm not as good at lockpicking with it than science. Needless to say, I jammed the locks. Anyway, going to have a look at the place at night, see what it looks like then. Recon in the morning.

Date: Day 186 of Year 1019, Time: Very Early Morning, Location: Ruins of Ponyville

Well, that happened. During the night, I found myself at Stable 2 again. And I found a pony, just stepping out. I ducked into hiding, not that hard when you’re both a skeleton and dressed in a black cloak that makes me look like the Gray Mare, and watched her walk out. Rather good-looking mare, or at least, I thought, with a sense of purpose around her. I couldn’t see quite what she looked like in the dark, but I could see the glow of her Pipbuck. Useful machines, those. Got one myself during the war. Didn’t work. Apparently, their magic gets confused when they’re trying to track the life signs of someone who no longer has his vital organs. Anyway, the mysterious pony got out of the cellar, looked up… And looked very like she was trying hard not to vomit. Apparently the sky’s rather the sight when all you’ve had above your head is ceiling for your entire life. Went back to my temporary home after that. Left her to her own devices.

Date: Day 186 of Year 1019, Time: Early Afternoon, Location: Ruins of Ponyville

Well, that was something. Filly went into town, shot up the raiders, saved some ponies, and went on her way. Quite the heroic one. Sent a message to DJ-PON3 with a communicator I found in the bones outside Stable 2. Told him about the Stable Dweller. I was tired, all right? Anyway, I'm going to follow her. See what else she gets up to.

Author's Note

Right. First story posted here on FimFiction. G will not be leveling up. He hit the level cap a loooooong time ago. Anyway, what do you think? And no, he won't just follow Littlepip the entire time. He's going to go watch other ponies as well (Like Murky Number Seven and Puppysmiles).

I've done a rewrite! Now I've tried to make him seem more professional, as his character developed without me writing more for this story, and this is outdated now.