Fallout: Equestria – The Trip

by ComicSansPony

Rating: teen
Tags: Dark, Death, Original Character, Suicide / Self Harm, Crossover, Fallout, Tragedy, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1205

A horrific apocalyptic nightmare, but it was all just a dream...or was it?

A horrific apocalyptic nightmare, but it was all just a dream...or was it?

Fig is trying it kick a dash habit with the help of his sister Berry. They were planning to toss all his dash into a lake near their grandmother's cottage. It was supposed to be fun little trip.

Thank you to KrDragon and Coffee Pone for editing.

This story is in the same cannon as my other fics, but has no barring on the plot of any.

Made into an audiobook: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5H-7Vx0SOUc

Published 2018-09-01 04:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2018-09-01 04:50:01 UTC

The Trip

I looked out the shattered window at the dying city, feeling profoundly empty inside. The air carried a greenish hue, feeling hot and uncomfortable, but I didn’t want to find another place to sit.

How long have I been sitting here?

I glanced at my hoof and saw the dash inhaler. I took a puff from it.

Damn. Empty. Why is it always empty?

I leaned over and grabbed another inhaler from the half empty box of inhalers on the floor. I brought the euphoric chem to my lips and took a deep breath.

BANG! My sister set the heavy box full of dash inhalers on the table, startling me awake. The dream I was having fading quickly from memory.

“Well, I think that’s every last one of them. I can’t believe you hid some in the top of the toilet.” she sighed.

I just looked up at her groggily, my hoof moving towards the box unconsciously. She smacked it and moved the box out of reach.

“Fig, how you holding up?” She asked with a note of concern in her voice.

“Berry, I’m fine.” I said weakly, not selling the lie, “Withdrawal has been tough. Why can’t we go to the MoP?”

“You don’t need their fancy chem cleanse. If I kicked my whisky habit after dad died, you can kick your addiction, too.” Berry comforted, grabbing the box again, “Now, get ready. We’re going out to the country for the day. It’ll be really rewarding when these inhalers are at the bottom of that lake near Gran’s cottage.”

I sighed heavily, ignoring the growing headache. “Be right out.”

*** *** ***

The fly out into the country from Manehattan was uneventful, my sister just talking on and on about work. Marbles did this and Sour Grapes did that. I just wanted a hit of dash, but I knew I couldn’t because the drug was killing me. I switched on the radio in an attempt to drown her out.

“Do you think this war is a fruitless effort? Because I do.” Shock Jock, the radio DJ, shouted over the airways, “Ponies dying everyday over what? Coal? Well look around ponies, we have other means of power now.”

“Shock, it isn’t about coal anymore. Not since Littlehorn.” the voice of Devil’s Advocate replied, “Ponies want blood and this war won’t stop until those vile zebra are dead.”

Berry reached a hoof out to turn off Shock’s Power Hour, “Uch, why do you listen to that guy?”

“I agree with some of his opinions.” I muttered, watching the scenery speed by.

“Well, he’s very rude to our fellow ponies fighting for our country.” She complained.

“You never like anything I like. It is always your way or the highway.” I shouted back, anger rising – one of the many side effects of withdrawal.

“I’m just looking out for you.” She spat back.

“Well, if you truly wanted me to get better you’d have brought me to the MoP, not insisted on curing me the old fashioned way.” I replied.

“I’ve seen ponies go into those MoP for treatments, they come out a shadow of the pony that went in there. I just want my brother back.” Berry said through tears.

“Well I wish you’d just butt out!” I shouted back.

A loud BWOOOOOOOM from the city behind us interrupted our argument. The world outside the our chariot glowing as if Celestia was rising the sun, but it was mid afternoon. I glanced out the back window and saw a green cloud in the shape of a mushroom. A roar filled the air like 1000 dragons screaming. An uncontrolled rush of air passed over us throwing our flyer into a tailspin. I may have screamed.

*** *** ***

I took a deep breath as I awoke in the chariot with a tree in my face. Dash inhalers sprawled all over my lap and ground outside. I tasted blood in my mouth and I was bleeding from several fresh wounds. Our flyer was nowhere insight. I looked over at the other seat to see the still form of my sister.

“Berry?” I gulped, nudging her shoulder.

Her still form flopped back into her seat. Her head run through with a tree branch. At the gory sight I lost my breakfast.

“No, Berry.” I sobbed, “I–I didn’t mean what I said. Please, I’d give anything to have you butt in on my life. Please butt in all you want? Please?”

It had taken me a few minutes to get out of the wreckage. I spent the next few minutes collecting all the dash inhalers I could find. You don’t need these, just leave them at the crash. Go get help.

No, I do need them.

No you don’t.

I collected the last inhaler and put the box on my back. Limping, I set out for my apartment to escape this nightmare.

It took hours to get back to the city and the whole time I saw not another soul, but I did see more than a few other crashes. Two, three, four sky chariot crashes. Why didn’t I hear any emergency vehicles?

Take a hit of dash, it will calm your nerves. I glanced longingly back at the box balanced on my fank. Just one puff. Do it. Be awesome.

No, I need to keep walking. Find help, save Berry. Beside, dash is killing me.

Berry’s dead.

Images of her speared face flow into my mind. Surprisingly, I still had more to throw up.

No she’s not!

My eyes were drawn to the sky. Dark rolling clouds formed a blanket covering the sun. The green hue warping and twisting the what light made it through casting odd shadows on the ground.

Why is it so dark? It's only 2pm. Wasn't clear skies planned? I’m so tired. Just a symptom of withdrawal. I’ll get through this.

A hit of dash will give you energy. Do it, for old times sake.

No. I’m better than that.

Are you?

*** *** ***

My apartment was just as we had left it, but the window that overlooked the city had been shattered by whatever had happened and everything carried a greenish hue and felt very hot. I felt sick to my stomach. It's just another symptom of withdrawal.

A frame lay on the floor. I set the heavy box of dash down to pick it up. It's a picture of Berry and I, happy.

Have a hit, all your sadness will go away. You’ll be awesome again.

I picked up one of the inhalers. I’m sorry Berry. I’m not as strong as you.

*** *** ***

I looked out the shattered window at the dying city, feeling profoundly empty inside. The air carried a greenish hue, feeling hot and uncomfortable, but I didn’t want to find another place to sit.

How long have I been sitting here?

I glanced at my hoof and saw the dash inhaler. I took a puff from it.

Damn. Empty. Why is it always empty?

I leaned over and grabbed another inhaler from the half empty box of inhalers on the floor. I brought the euphoric chem to my lips and took a deep breath.