Author's Note

Yes, I fell into the Fallout Equestria craze.

I wrote this opening sequence which would've taken place in and around, the Yak's borders.

But since I never posted this, does that mean I actually never did fall into the craze after all?

Fallout Equestria ( Fallout Parody, Opening Sequence. )

The wind would howl much like a wicked Timberwolf in the night, the once bright and colorful world now a void within the pitch black abyss. Nothing could be seen past the weak dim light of a nearby lantern, swaying back and forth lazily in the icy winds of the night. The world outside a plain of nothingness cast in shadows that could never be pierced, not that anything within this frozen tundra was worth investigating anyways.

The wind began to pick up speed soon enough, the small shack that was called home to a tiny equine mare would start to shake in place down to the core of its weak foundation. Glowing violet eyes creeping open from within the void, long dark lashes batting in place as she forced herself to raise to weak hooves. Her snow white coat smudged by debris of this frozen world, coated in dirt and tainted by smears of dry blood. Her once vibrant two tone lime and forest green mane tangled, a complete mess in any sense of the word frazzled, filthy and worn by the nightmares of a dying world.

Know Hope gave a sigh from her tiny muzzle eyes casting a narrow glare towards her wooden door, ears twitching side to side as silence poured into the room quickly waiting to hear anything outside. The snapping of twigs wafting across the wind, the crunching of snow echoing out of the darkness catching her attention swiftly.

The mare may have missed several meals as of late, yet she galloped with a skip in her hooves to the old oak door at full attention. Eyes gazing through a nearby crack in the frame, searching for any signs of life among the falling snow outside. Any tracks on the ground now hidden by fresh falling powder, the small shack completely defenseless against any kind of attack.

“If anypone is out there, be known I’m a mighty unicorn!” The earth pony mare gave a loud cough into her right hoof, body on fire from a lingering fever, her muscles feeling as if they were melting.

The soft hoofsteps of a pony soon came closer from the darkness, dark blue eyes suddenly snapping into view through the crack. Hope could just fall back onto her plot with a thud, midnight colored mane cascading beside the eye in her field of view.

“Uni help? I’m uni too, the wind she’s relentless!” The chipper voice of a mare spoke loudly, her voice almost hidden by the howling weather of the world.

“I fear I have no room, my place is small yet delicate…” Hope gave another cough aloud, crimson color splashing upon her tiny hoof oozing with fresh mucus.

“Uni, open up please?” The mare gently rattled the doorknob in place, the icy winds picking up speed outside the whole shack swaying back and forth.

“I fear not!” Hope quickly searched the small area for protection, her pink hues falling upon a nearby leg from a withered dining table.

“UNI, OPEN UP NOW!” Dark red magic began to encase the whole door frame, wildly yanking it off the hinges, the wood splintering in all directions.

“Buck, she really is a unicorn!” Hope gave a soft groan, wrapping hooves around the small piece of wood.

Her mind raced for a solution to this horrible problem, she had no way to defend against a unicorn with enough brass left to cast magic. Hope weakly dragging her hooves to a cracked window to the right, lifting up her weak weapon and shattering away the glass with ease. Her pathetic table leg breaking in half from the force, leaving behind a sharpened point of a tiny stick.

“Uni, you weren’t being very friendly!” The door flung open widely being ripped off the frame as if by a beast, thrown across the tiny room in a loud crash as a black and white spotted unicorn let herself inside.

Those wicked blue eyes scanning for her new friend with hatred, spotting the broken window off to the side before rushing over. Her head sticking out the window hastily, never noticing the small earth pony below her crouched in the snow.

Hope took her chance to strike, stabbing the sharp stick as hard as possible into the unicorn’s neck. Crimson blood splashing against the virgin snow, pouring her vile warm essence onto the mane of the mare. She gave a gargle of pain into the night sky, eyes full of horror from the attack before Hope plunged the stick completely within her neck.

The unicorn became limp as her body slumped against the open window, eyes blank with death a look of terror yet sorrow frozen upon her muzzle. Hope tugged the mane of her attacker firmly with two hooves, pulling the dead mare out the window and crashing into the soft snow at her side.

“I could say the same about you…” Hope let a raspberry escape her dry cracking lips, hooves patting down her kill quickly.

She only had a single saddlebag full of broken promises and waking nightmares, a single torn brown cape with matching hood, a small clear marble with a diamond marking on it and a rotted piece of carrot.

Know Hope felt sick to her stomach, this bag was never worth the life of a fellow equine, yet this nightmare was now her reality. One she could not find an escape from no matter how hard she searched, flipping on the cape and hood to stay warm she swiftly clicked on the saddlebag afterwards.

Limping slowly through the freezing snow she made her way back inside the small shack, gnawing on the mushy carrot for some kind of energy in prayer that the pain inside would cease. Tomorrow could be better she thought, yet deep inside her soul she knew that the world had ended.

The land was dying, soon all would be dead.

FALLOUT.

The sky grew calm through the night, a pastel blue color stretching across the horizon for miles on end. The world below a canvas of white and blue, ice covering every path and tree that wasn’t buried in powder. Fresh snow casting the land in a pure white blur, the world silent and calm this early morning within the tundra.

Hope let a trail of steam escape her muzzle, pushing slowly through the frozen landscape with what little strength she had left. The powder reaching her upper legs and caressing her underbelly, the small mare struggling to not sink beneath the frozen snow while in a frantic pace to find new shelter before nightfall.

It had been many long years since the day the world ended, fate had cast all of ponykind into a dark age which had no escape. Within a matter of time all harmony had vanished from the land, ponies turning against one another in a violent rage for survival. The many towns and cities across the country falling into disarray, the massive deserts taking over the land and sapping the strength from the residents all around the world.

Hope had thought perhaps the mountains were safe from the violence of wicked ponies and various other creatures, that besides the cold weather she could simply fade away into a new land of peace. Yet dreams were fleeting much like the prayers for peace in this horrible new world, ‘The Tundra’ just as full of anger and death as the scorching world below.

The young mare allowed her mane to fall in front of her face in a growing panic, frost building on her brows mucus freezing in a trail down her muzzle. The sun shining bright in the sky yet could bask no warmth upon the land, her hooves numb with pain while her limbs grew stiff at the joints.

She knew this was indeed a mistake, her overzealous desire for shelter had now placed her in a world of trouble. Coming to a stop the mare began to sink deeper into the snow, her body falling into the powder with delicate thud. A soft echo of air escaping her muzzle before wafting into the sky, Hope could feel falling snow coat her tiny body in an icy tomb while the world slowly faded from view.

All would soon become a dark void of the abyss, the sound of her breathing echoing inside her ears from the pitch black tomb. Her final thoughts of peace replaying in her mind wildly, a simple day of relaxation with a friend or a calm night alone with a simple book to read.

These were her final dreams, a strand of hope that burned bright within the darkness.