Fallout Metro at Dark

I disliked thinking of these ‘barbaric’ ideologies. As they all lead to evil deeds being commited. People always want to be a part of something greater than themselves. Joining a respective cause. Only for that ‘cause’ to mold them into their worst enemy. Destroying who they once were. Even so I could see myself as the monster. Taking people’s and creatures’ lives alike.

Nazis remove anyone they see unfit to live in the future of their idea of a perfect world. But if they widdle down the last of our kind we won’t have enough of a presence on the world to fight back. We are stuck fighting against one another when we should be uniting to make us stronger. We are the same people after all. Pure genetics? We’re humans. We can find a way around the mutations. Humans always find a way. Even in these darkened times I still retain hope.

Commies want everything ‘fair’ but it never turns out that way as the ones in charge are treated better than the rest going against their regimes whole purpose. Communism just never works. We’ve tried it before and others have done the same. ‘We just never had true communism’ they’d say. It was just Stalinism. Yet what they don’t get is that whoever is in charge is not playing by the same rules as the plebs like everyone else. The leaders have all the cards and we are only given one if any.

I just wished us humans did not have to fear one another when traveling the metro. It would have been nice to know when you’d see another person to know that they were a friend and not having to be on edge wondering if they are going to stab you in the back or not.

I wished the causes of factions could be a whole lot nobler than they were. To protect the people of the metro tunnels. To remain united even after the bombs. To stay civilized and strive towards a brighter future. Rebuild and take back what we have lost. Before we lose ourselves.

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“Luftkrieg say hi to nev pet!” The Führer proclaimed proudly near the open door as she stepped aside looking up at me expectantly wanting me to walk in. To which I did so with a nudge from Bombshell.

Taking in a deep breath I carefully maneuvered my way into the new room making sure not to bump my head on the way in.

The room I entered was one of the nicest places I’d seen in a long while. My mind was flooded with memories. This place was furnished to high hell. The walls were a warm yellow color which greatly contrasted with the metro tunnels' gloomy dark gray. Furniture was bold and full of color, looking homey.

I just wanted to walk over and lay down to feel how comfortable it was. Yet I stood near the door holding my heads together nervously awaiting my fate of which I wanted to avoid if possible. But the delusional mare didn’t want to make that happen.

A door from another part of the home opened for a mare to emerge with a filly following close behind her.

It was the green eyed pegasus I’d seen in the picture the Nazi leader had shown me. A white blond mare with a large red bow in her mane. She was sizing me up as she cautiously. Giving her wife a side glance.

“What is this…?” The Führers wife asked cautiously not trusting me, which was fine by me since I don’t trust myself either.

“Looks kind of strange.” The filly said hiding behind her mother’s leg. I observed the tiny pony seeing that she was wearing what I’d image to be a ‘Hitler Youths’ uniform only I didn’t know if that is what it was called here. Same colors as her mothers only; she had her tiny mane in a ponytail with a red scrunchy.

“Its zee nev pet!” Aryanne proudly started jumping circles around me excitedly trying to get her daughter excited as well and it worked.

“Yay!” The filly jumped behind her mother following her as both ponies paraded around me jumping with excitement.

“Luftkrieg don’t encourage her.” The pegasus groaned covering her face with a hoof as her family jumped around me.

“Ant vys zat? Join us Kyrie baby!” Aryanne laughed, sticking a tongue out at her wife playfully.

Rolling her eyes the pegasus mare cracked a smile as she hopped behind her daughter. Together the family jumped circles around me like some sort of circus act. The room was filled with childish glee as the little filly lit up the room with bubbly laughter.

It was as if the childish innocence was filling the soul with hope as my eyes glazed over as I thought back to when I was once an older brother to two little sisters. I remember how horrible I’d treated them when they were small. Keeping them out of my room so I could play my games. Even as they came wanting to see what I was up too and spend time with me I’d force them out and sometimes they would resist as I tried closing the door on them. Hitting their tiny fingers with the door as I tried to close it.

The cries are what haunted me most. The pain and betrayal would forever live with me. Because family was forever and by blood this only made us stronger. Never again would I treat others wrong. I tried to be a better person than I was. Truly I didn’t know what I had at the time. My little sister just wanted to see me play my games and maybe even learn too.

But I could only ever think of myself. All I could do was ‘do better’ for them. To write the wrongs of my past mistakes. If they are watching me now… I hope they understand how sorry I truly am. To know that I was going to appreciate life and make sure others get too as well.

“Are you okay?” The tiny filly asked looking up at me with confusion.

“No-no, just got some dirt in my eye.” I chuckled while wiping my eyes clean. “That metro air you know.” I played it off.

“So nev pet!” Aryanne cheered. “You like?” She asked lowering her head so it could be level with her daughters. Getting up real close to her as she eagerly awaited the fillies' approval.

“I don’t know. What does it do?” The small filly tilted her head with confusion.

Aryanne reared her head back thinking it over “Vell vat does it do?” She looked over at me begging for help not wanting to let her daughter down.

“I’m one of a kind.” I stated.

“It is?” The Führers wife asked with a raised brow.

“Ja of kourse! Only zee best for my girls!” The Nazi leader proclaimed puffing her chest out with pride.

“And I’m really good at shooting bad ponies.” I added. “Of which are not here. So maybe I should be off doing just that?” I suggested to the Führer not wanting to over stay my welcome I really did not want to become a slave to these Nazis.

“He’s right. I don’t know if we’ll have enough room for him in the house.” Kyrie said appearing uncomfortable with me being around her daughter.

“Vas hopink for a few tricks?” Aryanne laughed uncomfortably. “You kan do tricks, nov kan you boy?”

“Well, I can do this.” I reacted down to the Führer, instantly my hand froze as a faint aura of magic appeared around my hand stopping me. Looking back over my shoulder I saw Bombshell with her horn alight. “May I?”

“Vat are you doink?” The blond unicorn asked suspiciously, utilizing her accent once more. Something she did often to keep up appearances with her people. Yet in private she spoke like a normal pony. Which made me wonder why Aryanne’s family didn’t talk with the accent as well.

“Head scratch?” I asked for approval to which she shook her head.

“You may not.” She stated firmly.

“Well then…” I retracted my hand.

“Head scratches” Aryanne wondered curiously stepping up close to me. “Me first.”

“Mein Führer you really mustn’t.” Bombshell tried to say only to be silenced by the Führer.

“Quiet, zee pet has suggested a trick!” She eagerly presented her head to me. “Do zee heat scratch! It sounds appealink.” She hummed hopefully.

To which I was forced to oblige, scratching behind her ears as the room was filled with bliss as the mare melted into my hand. Enough for her to press her body against me as I continued to scratch. She made the most euphoric face I had ever seen. Moaning in paradise as she desperately called out to her wife: “You hafe to try zis Kyrie.”

Kyrie, her wife looked between Aryanne and me and then covered her daughters eyes.

“Hey I want to see the trick!” The filly whined adorably.

“Not until you’re older.” Her mother said, shaking her head firmly.

“Come on it's not that big of a deal.” I rolled my eyes. “It's basically like tickling.” I rolled my shoulders.

“I want tickles!” The filly whined some more.

“It’s pretty goot~” Aryanne sang out smiling at her wife. “Join me please.” She purred, fluttering her eyes at her wife to which the mare appeared to relent.

“Fine…” The pegasus stood up to me glaring at me in warning as she cautiously present her head to to me.

Reaching my other hand to her head she flinched instinctively as all would do if something foreign got near my head. “It’s fine. I won’t bite.” I teased.

“Just do it.” She urged me, wanting to get it over with.

“If you say so.” I set my hand in her soft mane, finding it silky smooth. No wonder the Führer claimed this mare. She was well taken care of. Another thing that made me question was I had thought unicorns were in charge. But the leader of the Nazis herself was of a normal pony and her wife and child were of pegasus. Something I would have to ask one of my allies about. But in the meantime I would have to scratch the ears.

The mare looked uncomfortable as I scratched. Liking it and hating it all at the same time. She was far less accepting of it than her wife.

“Me next, me next!” The filly excitedly shouted as she hopped up and down her wings buzzing beside her, matching her mood…