Fallout: Equestria - A Good Teacher

Two days ago

Among the small debris, on the floor, in the darkness, a small green screen blinked and lit up. The techno-magic computer, a personal life-manager device came to life and automatically tuned to the morning radio broadcast. Music entered the darkness of the spacious room. A quiet, familiar song began to sound. A happy voice leisurely drew green living trees, gentle grass and bright scarlet lights of fragrant roses around.

They bloomed for us. Our roses, our beautiful world. For a moment it even seemed that all this was reality.

The radio stopped singing, the announcer read out the news list. Some were being ridiculed, some were being pitied, and as usual, good mornings were being said. From the conversations on the air, one could conclude that everything was going on quite normally in Stable #2. The nuclear shelter reminded of an ordinary town, if you forget that the sky above your head had been replaced by hundreds of tons of metal and concrete and reliable liquid crystal lamps.

Everything and everyone was as usual, only the bed in this room was empty. The rumpled, unmade bed revealed the owner's carelessness. The lamp on the table beeped like an alarm clock and turned on, illuminating the entire room, revealing no one.

On top of a stack of history books sat a glasses case with a swirling cloud pattern. The case was open and empty. Nearby, among rags smeared with gun grease, was an empty bottle of magic healing potion. There were traces of things being hastily gathered everywhere… and under the table, an open book lay. In the pouring darkness, it was hard to see a fragment of old, hoofwritten text:

"A long time ago, in the magical land of Equestria..."
The wind walked silently along the ventilation shaft in the cold gray walls. Suddenly, the alarm clock, built into the lamp on the table, demanded attention again. This time its squeak merged into a trill, and for several minutes it did not stop ringing, expressing complete dissatisfaction. But there was no one to turn it off, and, finally, realizing its uselessness, the alarm clock fell silent.

The conversations became tense. It became clear that today, someone had dared to take a decisive and dangerous step. Someone had left the Stable, disregarding the law and common sense.

The radio didn't know yet that there was another free room in the Stable Two. And the pipbuck, with no more owner, abandoned under the bed, continued to talk about something of its own, naively believing that someone were listening to it.

Fallout Equestria - A Good Teacher