Fallout Equestria: Degree of Separation

by CeruleanFlutter

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Fallout, Profanity, Adventure, Violence, Death, Alternate Universe, Narcotics, Princess Luna, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 12182

Getting shot in the head? Usually brings your day down a bit. The bullet taking your memories with it? That's definitely more of a downer

In the wasteland, everyone changes.

For this pony, it shows in more ways than one. She is awakened into a world of hate and violence, with no memories to call her own. She must find a way to survive in this shocking new way of life... one that is completely opposite to what she used to know. Her head is filled with doubts about the pony she used to be... or the pony she knows she could become. She must fight through a harsh land and unforgiving secrets to find out who she is: even if it kills her.

How hard can that be?

[ Based on, and inspired by, Fallout: Equestria by Kkat, and Fallout: New Vegas (But like, barely, just a couple things from New Vegas really :P) ]

Cover art by Atta-Crossroads

Published 2021-08-21 15:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2021-08-23 21:11:17 UTC

Chapter 1: Reboot

Chapter 1: Reboot

“Sorry you had to get mixed up in all of this, kid…”

The world began to slowly come into focus as the blinding white light faded to a dim halo, swimming around the corners of my vision. All I could see was black. My body felt dull and useless. My head felt like it could collapse into bits at any moment. It was pounding relentlessly, again and again until I started to miss my old pal, the white light.

“Good goddesses… you’re still alive…”

I heard the voice come somewhere from my right, piercing like a rusty knife through the noise in my head. It could have been seen as painful to the ears, but frankly, I was happy to have any distraction at that moment. The voice was rough and weathered, belonging to a stallion who has seen many moons pass. He sounded thirsty… dehydrated, even. What kind of place have I found myself in where that’s normal?

Feeling finally came back to my body, and I noticed I was laying down on my back. I tried to prop myself up on my forelegs, but a blinding pain shot up my body, causing me to collapse back down into a miserable heap.

“Hey now, take it easy sunshine!” The stallion affirmed to me as he gently stroked my mane. If his southern drawl didn’t feel so comforting, I would’ve recoiled in shock. Well. Being able to actually move might have helped too. “You just woke up from a mighty accident. RIght in the noggin’, too. I wasn’t sure you even made it”. A head wound!? Jeez, was I sure that I was alive...

I tried to start calming my brain down (not a particularly easy task) as I forced myself to take in my surroundings. Some memories of things came naturally back to me, like I was stretching out a muscle that hadn’t been moved for years. Other details took great effort to recognize. I was laying on a rough, canvas cot. The air around me was chalked with dust, creating a smoky fog that weighed heavily on me and the room. And even though I had most of my senses taken away from me, the room felt… tainted, somehow. I didn’t know how a room that I couldn’t see gave me horrible feelings, but this one did.

Speaking of not being able to see… my face was covered in thick layers of some kind of bandage. I shuddered to imagine what horrible accident I had to go through to be patched up this much.

With a jolt traveling up my back, I became acutely aware that I was awake in a stranger's home, being a stranger to myself as well, with bandages all over my body and a sense that I didn’t belong there. On a cot. Being called ‘Sunshine’ by an old man. My breath involuntarily started getting faster. Ok, trying not to panic.

I started to stir, readying my muscles to give a firm statement to the man. I was going to be confident, I’m going to tell him what I think! And demand answers! Yeah, this is going to work perfectly! Here goes…

“Urnf”

Smooth. Real smooth. If I was able to use my arms I would’ve slapped my face with them.

“Don’t try to talk, you need to save your energy. After the trauma you’ve been through…” The stallion’s voice wandered for a moment, and I couldn’t help but wonder where it went. Even though I couldn’t see him, I could tell his next words were spoken with a smile; “Well, you just deserve some nice rest”. Despite my body screaming at me to see the absurd amount of red flags being shoved in my face and running for the hills, I couldn’t help but feel… at peace with him. Maybe it was the lack of proper nutrition talking, but I felt like I could trust this man. Not wholly, but… enough.

“W...wh…” I tried to get out between raspy breaths. I suddenly doubled over in a horrible coughing fit, hacking up some kind of substance as the man held me gently. My body fell into spasms, making my entire body shiver despite being so warm. The man just held me as it continued on, lasting several minutes. I gulped hard, my throat screaming in pain from dehydration, and tried to speak again.

“W..Who…”

“Who are you?” He finished for me. I nodded weakly.

He let out a deep sigh as he gently trickled water into my mouth. The water was cool and refreshing on my tongue, but it definitely wasn’t any natural spring water. I coughed as he poured it in and I fought to keep it down. “I’m-” He hesitated. “I’m nobody, really. Just an old fool who still believes there’s some good in the world out there.” He got up, and started trotting to a place I couldn’t see. The floorboards creaked below him, showing their age. “I’m Dr. Diamond, but I prefer to just be called Doc. Never was a big fan of letting th’ name get to my head.” He chuckled. “Anyways, nice to… meet you, miss.” He gently held my hoof in his, and gave it a slight shake. I felt a deep sadness coming from his last words, but... I couldn’t understand why. After all, wasn’t I a stranger to him?

I started to open my mouth, but Doc interrupted before I could get a sound out. “Let me guess: who are you?” I just hung my head meekly.

“Hey, no need to fret about it! You’ve been through hell and survived, kickin’ and screamin’. In my book, you’re a right hero.” He settled down close to my left side. “All you need to know, Sunshine, is that you… are unlike any filly I have ever met.” Divine rays of Tartarus, that gave me an uncomfortable feeling in my spine.

“You…” Doc started to continue. “Help ponies. You always have, and you’ve never been corrupted to act any other way.” There was a certain hesitation to his voice that I couldn’t place. I heard his hoofsteps circle around me, and the shuffle of metal. “Why, I think you taught me more than I ever taught you.” So.. I did know this guy?

The sound of shuffling papers came next. “You practiced medicine under me. Quite the child prodigy, if I do say so m’self.” He gave a small chuckle. “You might’nt know it, but you were always the bright spot in everypony’s lives. The whole wasteland, even. When we ‘scaped that Stable, I thought for sure...” He let out a sigh. “But that’s enough of n’ earful for one day, you already have enough on your mind.” He definitely got that right, I felt ready to burst with how much information he just told me… Wasteland? Prodigy? Stable? It sent my head spinning. Add the lack of any memories of myself, and it sent my mind into a whirlwind. I started to feel sick to my stomach…

Oh, I started to feel REALLY sick! I emptied the contents of my stomach onto my chest, heaving three times… this was definitely not the introduction I wanted with a stranger. Without a word Doc walked to the side of my bed and started to clean up my mess. I felt so helpless as I lay there, utterly at this man's mercy. It didn’t help how lost I felt in this new world. I heard the plop of dirty rags in a basin, and my stomach turned at just hearing the sound.

“Ahh shoot, I should prolly’....” I really wish I could see what he’s doing over there. “I’m not sure I’m the right folk to fill you in on your past, but…” He sat down with a sigh. “You at least deserve somethin’. And soon I will, I promise. But you need your rest or else those stitches will pop right out.” He chuckled. “T’would be a shame for you to ruin my handiwork so soon.”

As much as my mind disagreed (I needed more answers!) my body was starting to give in. The act of staying awake alone sapped what little energy I had left. I remember back when… gah! I wish I could remember back when, the memory is right there…

But my body finally gave up. While my head was filled with doubts and concerns, I quickly drifted off to sleep.

Hopefully I would wake up to a better setting next time.

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Well it was better, I guess.

I spent the next few days floating in and out of consciousness. In the darkness of my bandages I could only make out vague lights and colors. Shades of yellow and blue, green and orange would flash across my vision. It was so vivid sometimes I could swear they were memories. Small glimpses of my past. Those might be normal though, Doc said that would happen.

Doc would sit up with me sometimes, filling in gaps in my memory or telling me stories about our time together in the vault. Though I knew he was a nice pony, something about the way he talked to me seemed off. I couldn’t help but feel like he was leaving out important parts of the story, either for his sake or for mine. But still, I absorbed any scrap of information that Doc could give me. I didn’t quite get all of it, but I understood enough bits and pieces of it to grasp what was going on.

Equestria, the land I woke up in, used to be a land of peace and friendship. Think little kids show levels of cooperation. There were no conflicts, trade flowed freely. It was almost a perfect utopia. But of course, utopias never seem to work in practice, and there was no exception here. As resources began to dry up and trade with the Zebra nation (Our neighbor, apparently) became stilted, Equestria started its first war in centuries, against the Zebras. The entirety of the continent became a new operations base with a single goal: Wipe the zebras from existence before they do the same to us. The nation wasn't ready for it. Countless ponies died, new armors and weapons were innovated, peace treaties were signed and revoked. The war only grew in its severity. The two leaders of this land (As well as sisters), Princess Luna and Princess Celestia, were not prepared for the carnage. Celestia couldn’t bear the burden, and so she relinquished wartime powers to Luna. As a last hope effort near the end of the war, Princess Luna’s teams constructed a new kind of magic called a Megaspell. A team of powerful unicorns would gather, and they would combine their powers in new and incredible ways. To either unleash prosperity or a new wave of destruction. I’ll let you guess which one they chose. Equestria launched megaspells, as did the Zebras. And thus, total nuclear annihilation.

At this point though, I was more concerned about where I fit into all of this. Doc explained that a company named Stable-tec Constructed massive underground structures called stables during the great war. They were built with the intention of protecting the citizens of Equestria from extreme acts of destruction. My ancestors were one of the lucky few, getting access to a vault before the spells hit. Our vault was vault number 13. Doc and I apparently had to escape from our vault a few years ago, the security systems went haywire and started attacking ponies. Doc had to answer as to why. “Maybe that big hunk of metal just got fed up with us,” He said with a smile.

Despite Doc’s lectures I still felt myself drowning in the questions still left unanswered. Why am I here? How did I get shot? Unicorns exist, so does magic exist as well? It must, if something called 'Megaspells' could be made. Why did everything go to shit? Oh yeah and still kind of a big one, WHO AM I?? At my twisted face, Doc started to fill in some aspects of who I was. I was a young unicorn mare (I have a horn?) with a white coat, and black and white hair. He said my eyes were dark green, like the grass that used to cover the landscape. He left it at that, which certainly felt intentional. Goddesses, I was so lost… Huh. The word ‘Goddesses’ slipped so naturally from my tongue, it must have been something I said often. DId deities even exist?

I thanked Doc for putting up with a bedridden mess like me. Even though I couldn’t see him, the shock radiating in his voice was immense. I don’t know why he did though, maybe he just hates self-pity? “T...thank you Domino, that… that means a lot.” Domino!! I finally knew my name! It was Domino… it was Domino? That sounds… odd. But still, it brought me some relief to know something more about myself.

“Uh you’re welcome, I guess?” I replied quizzically. I never thought he would be thanking me after everything he’s done for me. Even though I’ve felt humiliated, stuck on my bed with my eyes binded and my body too weak to move… I think I finally understand how sea cucumbers feel. Of course that’s the thing I remember. But at least they can move… lucky bastards.

He left me alone to rest, still stiff from my (apparently) shocking reply. For some reason, the fact that he wasn’t there made me uneasy in my own body. But I couldn't think about that right now. All my mind could focus on was drifting off into slumber…

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Time seemed subjective as I lay there in my horrid, yet surprisingly comfy, cot-prison. It could have been days, weeks, maybe even a month. Or maybe it was just 4 hours, who knows. But after what seemed like an eternity of being treated by Doc for my wounds, he finally thought I was ready to stand up, and finally get off of my cot. Sweet celestia, was I ever!

“Alright, now try just taking a small step, jus’ one, and we can keep on goin’ from there.” Doc soothed at me.

Even though my legs felt like jelly wrapped in very, very thin paper, I wanted to be able to stand on my own right away, no training period. I must’ve been quite a stubborn pony I thought to myself, as I let out a weak “I got this, thanks.” Doc positively beamed at me as he stepped to the side, out of my way but still close by in case I needed help. The stubborn pony in me wanted to tell him to back away until I couldn’t tell which side of him was his flank, but the rest of me melted as soon as I saw the caring look on his face. The amount of care this total (At least to me) stranger put into such a meaningless pony… baffled me. From the glimpses of the world he had given me, this was not the type of place where good samaritans were as common as the not so good ones.

I sat up in my cot, getting ready to try and walk. Even doing that alone drained most of my energy. I prayed to the goddesses for my legs to not collapse under me as I raised a forehoof over the edge of it. I took a deep breath and slowly lowered it onto the weathered planks below me, and my leg… Actually supported my weight! MInd you it was shakier than a stallion with 15 bottles of whiskey in him, but hey, it was progress! I gingerly let it stay there a moment, testing its strength as I slowly brought my other forehoof forward.

“You’re doing great, keep on going.” Doc smiled at me. I really needed to figure out what was up with that pony.

I brought my hoof slowly to the floor to rest next to the other one, and much to my surprise, this one didn’t seem to give up on me either. I think I might be getting the hang of this! My overzealousness quickly came back to bite me in the flank as my legs gave out and I face planted straight to the floor. I could’ve sworn I heard gravity laughing at me. Doc started over to give me a hoof but I raised one of my own, telling him that I was alright doing this on my own. Even though I knew it was a bald-faced lie, it felt like something I had to do for myself. I slowly rose on my forehooves, getting back to a stable position. Then I carefully pulled one of my back legs out from under me, wincing at how sore they were from being so dormant for so long. I took a pause to stretch it out slowly. Then I took it over the edge, and placed it next to my other hooves. Once again, the strength of my legs when I felt like a twig about to snap surprised me. I took my final hoof off, and stood up using my own strength. I stood there for a moment, letting the strength that had been gone for so long finally come back to me. Unfortunately, it had other plans. I immediately flopped down onto my belly, shaking the floorboards with my legs splayed out to the sides of me. They finally gave up I guess. I didn’t particularly blame them.

“Whoops.” I mumbled apologetically. Doc just calmly trotted over to my side and helped me up, and this time I didn’t object. I sat up on my forehooves, and I was fairly content just staying like that for the next few years.

“You did wonderful, Domino.” Doc said softly. “Now how about taking off those bandages?” I still wasn’t used to hearing this foreign word. ‘Domino’... I was Domino.

I nodded as quickly as my injured neck would let me as Doc let out a small chuckle. I Couldn’t help it, I was just so ready to be out of this thing! I felt the gentle tug of magic pull at my wrapping as Doc started to unravel them. He started with the wrappings around my hooves, and worked his way up my body. I was so ready to finally take in my surroundings, but… I was also scared. Maybe this had something to do with past Domino, but I didn’t want to be taken out of the safety of the darkness. Not yet. But as I felt the last bandages slip away, I gulped down my fears and grit my teeth. I was ready for this. I had to be ready for this.

FInally, my face was free from the wraps. I felt the cool air touch my cheeks (well, the stale air). It felt heavenly, as if my head had been dunked into a bucket that was filled with pure air. My tattered spirits were immediately lifted. “You cn’ open your eyes now, Dom.” Oooookkay, I’ll have to ask him about that nickname I thought to myself. But I was most surprised that Doc had such a grave tone. He did it! I was finally standing on my own four hooves, and I was smiling for the first time in days! He should be happy, he should be giving me a giant hug, he should be-

And all at once, I knew exactly why he had the tone he did.

Now, since I woke up in the place that I did, my memories had been gone. Stolen from me by an enemy I couldn’t even see, let alone be mad at. But while I was recovering, I didn’t mind my empty head too much. It let me make my own conclusions about this place. Have my own thoughts about Doc. Be the pony I wanted to be. It was refreshing. However, that isn’t to say that my noggin was an empty void from the start. It still knew what food it liked and didn’t like, it knew how to breathe, it knew that heights made it queasy.

But most of all, it DEFINITELY knew only seeing out of one eye wasn’t correct.

The world slowly came into vision, blurry streaks of the cabin walls coming into… one of my eyes. Just one. I felt like I wanted to scream, yet I had no mouth to do it with. I slumped down against the floor as the realization slowly hit me. I guess I didn’t come out of this alright after all. Doc just gave a sympathetic look to me as I lay on the cabin floor. Even though my memories were gone, it still felt like the rug had been pulled out from under me. It wasn’t fair. All of this was just not fair… “You, uh… came here with a bullet wound. Right in the eye. I thought you were right gone, but… here you are.”

“Domino?” Doc started walking up towards me gingerly. “You alright?”

I wanted to scream How do you think I’m fucking feeling???, but… as the words came to my lips I couldn’t bring myself to let them out. The anger just faded as soon as it came.

“I’m fine, just… overwhelmed.” I tried to give a smile that said ‘Hey I’m a strong mare, I’m just dandy!’ But what came out was closer to a grimace. Doc looked shocked for a moment, but it slowly melted away to a kindhearted look. He slowly laid down next to me, and I was so exhausted, emotionally and physically, that I didn’t hesitate at all when I felt his warm fur brushing against mine. And in that moment, he didn’t feel like a complete stranger anymore. Just someone who I could confide in. A friend, maybe even a father figure. My body responded in kind by melting into his hooves.

All my pain, and my frustration broke out of the emotional dam I had been building up without realizing it.

And I wept.

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I sat on my haunches, teary eyed but hopeful for what was ahead.

After crying for a long while, I finally picked up whatever dignity I had left and sat up on the hard planks (After feeling like a baby and blushing profusely from embarrassment though, there wasn’t much left). Doc had stayed there for a while, not sitting too close, but still staying there to support me. From what I heard from this world, finding a colt as caring as him seemed one in a million. He stayed by my side for some time, helping me regain my strength. I didn’t mind the company as I ate stale food from tins and drank murky water, but I still found my throat dry and head empty of things to stay. Mostly he would only get a “yup” or a “nope” from me. But he didn’t seem to care too much, he was always beaming just seeing me recover.

And once I was back to a - somewhat - full state of strength, he gave me an odd yellow and blue jumpsuit with the number ‘13’ largely printed on the back. I tried to deny his provisions, as he emptied most of what he had left into my hooves. But I was still too weak to reject his overwhelming displays of kindness. He attached a weathered sling over my back that had pouches on either side, stuffing the provisions in them. Then, he gave me something called a ‘Pip Buck’. It looked like a bulky, metal watch that was easily double the size of a hoof. It clasped onto a pony’s foreleg, and a small screen lit up dead-center inside of it. At least, that’s what Doc said they were supposed to be. His looked like a rusty heap of horse apples to me. But from the reverence in his voice I knew it was something incredibly important. Everyone in our stable had gotten one, he told me, when they were of age. I was too young to receive one before we fled, which explained why my hoof was blank. They did all sorts of things - Inventory management, hacking, information storage… “It could probably kill a pony too, if it felt particularly peeved that day” he said with a wink. But this one was old and broken, useless for many years. Doc was confident that the internal memory was still intact though, and that if I could get it out, it might help me reveal some things about my past. “I was never much for fancy gadgets m’self,” He explained, “So I’m not quite sure how you get that data off of it. If ya’ even can, that is.” It sounded to me like he wanted me to get a piece of hay out of a needle stack, but I kept that comment to myself.

He gently laid the pipbuck into my saddlebags and closed them up tight. Then he strapped an eyepatch onto my head, further supporting my feeling of absolute uselessness. A little pony in my head started laughing and said Well looky here, now you can be the pirate of complete ineptitude! What will you plunder, chests full of nobody gives a shit? I promptly told that pony to shut its trap and gave a weak smile to Doc.

“Doc, I can’t…. I can’t even begin to…” but before I could find the words I wanted to say he pulled me in tightly to a hug. I got past my utter shock before reluctantly returning the hug. It’s not like I was ungrateful, but… I didn't think I’ve had any physical contact for a while now. I was not very good at it, to say the least. I got a feeling that I was the least popular mare in my stable.

“You don’t need to say nuthin’, Kiddo. Just seeing you a’ight makes my day.” I wouldn’t say I was ‘ok’ per se, but I couldn’t help but smile at this gentle colt sticking up for a basket case like me. “Now, listen here,” he started to say as he pulled away from the hug, “The world out there ain’t for the faint of heart.” He stared off into the distance. “I know how strong of a gal you are, but, well…” He swung his eyes back to mine, catching me off guard. “You don’t even got a clue.” Great, now he was calling me stupid. Seeing the look of sadness wash over my face, he smiled at me. “But hey, that just means you get to decide who you are. No preconceptions, no mistakes…” His eyes darkened as he uttered the next words, almost too faint to hear. “No bridges t’ burn.”

He trotted over and attached an old canteen to my saddlebags. “The wasteland is a big ol’ place. Surely there’s room for a mighty big personality.” He tightened all of my equipment to my jumpsuit, and at this point I was beginning to feel more like a pack mule than a pony (No offense, mules). “I hope you don’t forget about ol’ Doc. I’ll always be ready and waiting to patch you up when you catch a few scrapes or bruises.” He trotted over to the door, making for the handle. “Oh, and I’m rather prideful of ma’ handiwork. So do let me know if there’s anything out of place in there, will ya’?” He said with a sly wink. Well that definitely eased my worries.

“Are ya’ ready, Domino?” Doc asked, turning towards me.

I really could only think of one answer.

“No.”

He chuckled dryly at that. “Good!”

With a loud creak, the door slowly opened. I was finally going to get out of this cabin… and into the unforgiving new world ahead of me. Yikes. But I was willing to go, even if I wasn’t quite ready for what may lie ahead. I drew in my breath, and raised my head high.

Here goes nothing.

Footnote: Level Up.
Perk Gained: Resilience - You must have iron skin! +10% damage resistance

Author's Note

Yaayyy it's done! Hope you guys enjoyed it, please be BRUTALLY honest with my ass in the comments <3

Chapter 2: Beginnings

Chapter 2 : Beginnings

“When I was a little filly and the sun was going down…”

So much for a warm greeting.

The first thing that came to my attention was the wasteland itself. Doc’s stories of horror and mayhem hardly gave justice to the hellscape before me. I thought, hey, it wouldn’t be so bad. People embellish stories, told for a better story and to scare fillies from wandering into the streets at night. I really wish past Domino was right. Because what laid before me was the corpse of a world gone mad.

From the perspective of my eye, the horizon didn’t end. I wasn’t quite sure how that was possible, but this landscape didn’t really adhere to any sense of logic. The sky was a bleak greyish green, covered in vicious clouds that seemed to eat away the joy from the sky. Pillars and pillars of smoky cover, blocking out whatever sunlight might have been left. The whole landscape was bathed in a sickly green tint, either from radiation or something else that I didn’t want to know. Skeletons of dead trees dotted the landscape, broken up by the odd rock cluster or stream of goddesses know what. Old, broken buildings dotted the skyline, the only proof that I could find that ponies once lived here. The only hint of life even remotely nearby was the town that Doc had brought me to. Old shacks were lined up in rows, hastily repaired over the years with scrap metal or strips of cloth. I only counted 8 shacks in all, with a very sickly looking farm stretching out to the left. An old fountain sat in the middle, spouting what seemed to be fresh water. I couldn’t imagine where they found it in this place. Doc built his shack up on a slight hill, letting me see the entire town. And it also let me see the dozen setting ponies staring daggers into my hide.

It was all too much too soon. The dead land. The bleak feeling in the air. The filly who looked like he wanted to murder me. My stomach started doing turns, and I groaned as I stumbled to the side. Doc was quick to be by my side, letting me lean against him as the world felt like it was crumbling beneath me. Feeling a warm body pushing against mine helped me cope a bit.

“That’s IT, Doc. She’s been here long enough. She’s healed and she needs to leave. Now.”

A dark blue colt with brown hair trotted up to the two of us, setting his hoof down pointedly. He had a piece of paper tattooed on his flank for some reason. Wait, cutie marks! Those are called cutie marks, and everypony has one. I remembered that they represent that pony’s special talent. HIs was… writing, I guess? And mine was… that’s right, it meant I had one too! For the first time since waking up, I took a long look down on my body. The majority of my skin was still covered in bandages, I was close to being considered a mummy. But sure enough, right there on my flank, was a… black butterfly. Huh. Well figuring out the meaning behind that isn’t important right now.

The colt certainly seemed to be in charge of this town by the way the rest of the ponies looked up to him, waiting for him to get the job done. He must’ve been only a few moons past maturity, but yet he still stood strong, asserting his dominance over me. And even though I had a good foot on him, I was absolutely terrified down to my horseshoes. He was dirty, covered in scars, and had chunks of hair missing. He looked ready to murder me. And I bet it wouldn’t be the first time for him either. He was 4 feet away but I could still feel him breathing down my neck.

I jolted alert as Doc stepped forward, flopping down onto all fours to the dirt. “Now just calm down Smoker, she doesn’t mean us any harm.” Smoker moved forward until his amber eyes were 2 inches away from Doc’s own. “How can you say that old man, she’s a goddamn monster! You know what she is, a fucking…” Doc’s look caused Smoker to back down a few feet, a brief moment of fear flashing in his eyes. He might not be the leader, but it seemed Doc still held some authority in this town. “Fine, whatever. Just makes sure she fuckin’ leaves, alright?” Doc gave a solemn nod in response. Smoker turned away from us, but not before shooting me a look that could wither an apple orchard. He trotted back to the center of town, the rest of the town ponies begrudgingly following behind him. But the hatred didn’t leave with them. Even the fillies looked eager for blood.

Doc sighed deeply and helped me back onto my feet. “I’m real sorry about that Domino… Sum’ ponies, just…” He shook his head low. He looked back up and gave me a sad smile. “Please try not to pay him any attention. He’s a good pony deep down, truly. Times are just not what they used to be, and this town ain’t big enough to change its ways.” I shrugged off of Doc, supporting myself up on 4 shaky legs.

“You’re a doctor, right?” I asked Doc. He nodded in reply. “Then why do you stay here of all places? Caring for only a few ponies that don’t seem too awfully nice?” Doc stared at me with a look that made my heart skip a beat. I had never seen Doc look this serious about anything. “Domino, eventually you’ll find ponies in this world that seem like a lost cause. They have blood n’ their hooves, they stole, they swindled. On the outside they are the worst swamp scum imaginable.” He trotted around to face me head on. “But y’all have to be better n’ that. Look below the flesh to the essence of who they are. You’ll find that most of them are just scared and alone. And they need a lil’ push in the right direction.” Doc turned and started to trot towards the edge of town. I followed closely behind him. “Durin’ the war, there was one pony who truly shined with a light from better times. Too good for the pain and suffering she had to witness to everyone she cared for. But she never wavered, that mare. She was kind to the end of her days.” As we walked, ponies looked at me through boarded windows and doors cracked open. A shudder went down my spine. I was REALLY not welcome in this town. Just my luck, the one I happen to be revived in. “She knew that ponies were mostly good.” We stopped at the town gates. “And that they were worth saving.” She sounds like she would be nice to meet.

Doc sat down, and looked at me sadly. “This is where we have to part ways, Dom. I’m ‘fraid Smoke wouldn’t take kindly to me helping you any further.” My heart sunk in my chest. This was the only pony who had been kind to me so far, and I already had to say goodbye. I felt a sharp pang of nostalgia hit me as I looked at Doc, but I wasn’t quite sure why. IT left as soon as it came. The past was so muddled and dark… I just wanted to find out who I was! I wanted to ask him more, make him tell every last detail about who I used to be. But I knew he was already pushing his luck spending as much time with me as he could. And the sad eyes staring back into mine didn’t help…

Before I could say anything else Doc wrapped his arms around me. I just stood there stupidly for a second, I was still not used to this amount of kindness. But slowly, I hugged him back. Even if I wasn’t comfortable with it yet, Doc deserved it. I wanted this old pony to be happy. Doc broke away from the embrace and stood up tall (I could tell he was trying to be strong on my behalf, but his teary eyes kinda gave him away). “You take care Domino, ya’ hear? My door is always open to you, no matter what some ego-filled pony has to say about it.” I returned the warm smile he gave me, but his quickly faded. “Now go, Dom. It’s time.” And with that, he turned around and left me alone at the gate of the village. I was alone.

All alone.

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Be kind. Show mercy. Look deeper inside. Doc made it all sound so easy. I already didn’t particularly like the ponies who threw me such an awesome welcome party. There weren’t any trees as far as I could see (Or grass for that matter). And to top it all off, I was a cyclops now. I was constantly on the verge of an emotional breakdown. But still, you couldn’t listen to Doc for more than a minute and not want to believe what he has to say. So I tried to.

And it lasted about 3 minutes until I came across my first corpse.

I don’t think I was ever exposed to death in the Stable. Not that I would know for certain, but I imagine it’s not something you forget. Another one of those old mares tales to make a complicit society (Stable-Tec doesn’t want you facing the realities of the wasteland!). But this… even Stable-Tec couldn’t cover this up.

The stench hit me first. A horrible smell hit me like a wall of bricks and nearly buckled my legs out from under me. Then, I saw it. Or rather… what was left of it. Rotting flesh was off of bones in large chunks. The skin and bones were black and charred, looking like I could blow it away if I wanted to. There must have been a dozen of them, the skulls were… crushed beyond recognition… I couldn’t take it. I emptied what was left in my stomach onto the hard dirt. This was so sick and twisted… How could such hate happen? Doc’s words were slipping further and further away. For the first time since I woke up I felt genuine fear. What if I was just as bad of a monster like this? Letting the lands corrupt me, killing innocent ponies… oh look, over there… a filly’s corpse…

I looked away. Tears had been welling up on my cheeks, I had just hardly noticed them. You have to keep moving DOmino. Move your legs, you can’t stay here. I forced myself to walk past the corpses - using all the strength I had left - and headed out to somewhere else. Anywhere, just not there. I felt like they deserved some sort of burial… or at least to have their names remembered. But I just couldn’t take it anymore. Welcome to the wasteland, prepare to perish.

I headed off in another direction, choosing this time to go in the arbitrary “Left” direction. I must have been walking for a few hours, the dead grass and black soil soon became a blur beneath my hooves. It never seemed to end. I continued that way for some time until I finally came across evidence of civilization. Maybe going left finally paid off! The ruins of an apartment complex rose up past a dune of garbage ahead of me, crumbled concrete laying in piles around it. I rounded the garbage heap and finally got a good look of the place. The complex was three stories high, and maybe 100 wide. I would’ve said more about it, but it was a skeleton of what it used to be. The support pillars were mostly standing, but time had left the walls almost completely stripped off. A pony could see through most of the concrete and rebar to the other side. I was a bit shocked that I remembered what an apartment complex was so easily, but I just tacked it down to my brain running in autopilot. Not that I was complaining, it sounded better than ‘That big hunk of grey stuff over there’.

An orange glow flickering off of a far wall made me stop in my tracks. Every instinct in my body tightened and realized that orange flickering most likely meant fire. And fire probably meant ponies. I had just wandered in a direction that seemed the least dangerous, but I still knew nothing about how this land worked. Maybe these ponies would be willing to help point me in a better direction. Or maybe they wanted to paint the walls with my blood. Shit. I swallowed hard and crouched low to the ground. I winced as pain dully shot though my body, my body was not quite happy I was putting that much strain on it. I slowly made my way over to the light source, and soon I began to hear faint voices. I heard laughter! That had to be a good sign.

I crawled past a pillar, and saw a group of three ponies sitting along one of the far walls. They started a makeshift bonfire in an old barrel, the weak flickering of the flames casting shadows along the concrete. Shadows of… my hopes of friendly ponies were quickly swept away.

Despite not seeing many ponies yet, they still seemed somewhat normal to me. Dirty, scared, hardened. For sure. But not… this. The first thing that jumped out to me were the bright bold letters painted on the wall, huge and not for young ears. They read “DIE, BITCH”. Ok, definitely not a good sign. The laughter I had once thought meant joy, had quickly turned sinister. it was clear it was a snarling from a deranged pony’s mouth, admiration at a successful kill of other fellow ponies. And they had the bloodstains to prove it. The pony closest to me had her black hair up in messy, blood-soaked spikes that led up to her horn. Her coat didn’t fare much better, her grey fur nearly fully covered in dried blood and dirt. From the crazed look in her eyes I could tell she was the most crazed pony in the group. The pony hoof that she had draped across her neck certainly didn’t help either.

At this point I was convinced I turned even whiter than I was already. I couldn't quite figure out what her companions looked like beneath their thick layers of gfrime, but I didn't have any desire to get a closer look at them. Their campsite had been covered in dirty sleeping mats made of straw, and metallic objects. Which I was able to classify as… guns. And ammunition. I must’ve not had a very peaceful life before if my brain could recognize those up so quickly. Oddly enough, the leader’s two companions (Who I now recognized were colts) didn’t seem too keen to be there. In fact, if it wasn’t for the things they were surrounded by, I would’ve assumed they would have been a couple of stand-up ponies. What happened to them to make them go along with all of this bloodshed?

I finally broke out of my stupor long enough to listen in on what the leader pony was saying. “...and it went ‘Sploosh’! Ha ha, god the blood was everywhere! DOn’t you remember that Grainy?” The larger of the other 2 ponies just grunted slightly. “Well whatever, you pussies hardly got any action anyway. I, as usual, was the badass pony who got the job done. Now those fuckers won’t bother us in our turf anymore.” I almost felt sorry for the smaller colt, he seemed even more scared of his leader than I was. Couse, he was able to hide it better than I was.

The sky began to darken, and it was the first time I had noticed a change in the sky. IT had mostly just been slates of grey for the entirety that I was under its cover. Just then, I got a comprehensive feeling that I was WAY too close to these ponies. I had already found out that they didn’t want to be friends, I think that was enough for me for one day. SO much for asking directions, to… perhaps my gut would find the right way to go next. I started turning back away from the apartment, still crouching low to the ground despite the pain. I had to get away from these ponies, I just had to go anywhere that wasn’t here. I shuddered to imagine what would happen if… My hoof knocked into a small piece of rubble that sent a larger group of them tumbling down. The sound that came down after them was loud enough to wake me up from sleeping, 5 years ago. I froze in my tracks as I heard the ponies around the campfire start to get up and shuffle towards me. The leader was barking orders at her companions, telling them to find me and end my life in very creative ways. They were getting closer, but my legs refused to move. But I knew I needed to move them. Like, right NOW.

Run, you idiot!

My legs screamed in protest as I turned and ran as fast as my legs would let me. They felt like they were splitting apart, but I gritted my teeth and carried on anyway. My heart was like a drum in my chest as I ran along the walls of the complex, the snarling of a pony getting closer and closer behind me. I think I’m almost clear of them! Maybe I could hide behind that garbage heap I saw earlier, surely they…

I ran straight into the larger colt, tumbling over and over into his body. Our legs were intertwined tighter than the knots in my stomach, but he clearly knew what he was doing more than I did. He quickly got the upper hand and shoved me to the ground, making me scream out in pain. He locked a hoof around my neck, locking me into a choking. I quickly started gasping for breath as he tightened his grip. I felt like my eyes were close to popping right out of my skull! Well, one of them, at least I thought morbidly as I saw the leader slowly walk around a pillar to face me. Upon seeing her, the pony choking me loosened his grip slightly. But only slightly, I still could understand how fish in a barrel feel. The leader walked up closely to me, and the scent of death began to hit my nostrils. This pony was still fresh from a kill.

“Well hello there, my little pony!” The leader pony beamed at me, snarling and revealing her sinister smile. Every single tooth was yellowed and decayed. That is, the ones she still had did. She had more holes than a… pony full of… holes. Gimme a break, the oxygen was getting cut off from my brain. “Aww look how adorable she is, guys! She must be just a babe out here.” I wanted a chance to prove her wrong, but I hated to admit how right she was. “You know what we do with… unsoiled ponies, don’t you, boys?” The grin on the colts faces sent cockroaches crawling up my skin. I needed to get out. I couldn’t breathe anymore, my body needed to get out of this. I squirmed weakly at the hooves holding me down, but it was no use. My head drooped down, and a harsh hoof stamped down 2 inches from my face. Another hoof gently lifted my chin, forcing me to stare into the eyes of the leader. “Are ya’ ready, sweetheart?”. This is it, isn’t it? I’m going to die. Only one day on my own, and I was going to die. I’m so sorry Doc, I couldn’t do what you wanted me to…

The pony’s head looking at me exploded into a bloody mess. Blood and viscera sprayed into my face and I nearly had enough time to close my eye before warm, sticky blood covered me. Oh goddesses, the feeling of it… It dripped down into my gaping mouth, choking me and causing me to cough as much as my restrained windpipes would let me. The pony’s head was reduced to a fleshy stump that still squirted out blood in thick streams onto me. The pony’s body took a few steps behind it, and wobbled slightly before slumping down to the floor. The other colt’s eyes went wide, and he scrambled to get behind cover. But he was too late, and his body was peppered with bullet holes. He slumped to the ground, still breathing, as blood spilled out of his wounds. He still had the shocked expression on his face as he coughed blood up onto the dirt. I could see the life drain from his eyes as his body went still. The only pony left alive loosened his grip on me, and I could hear him attempt to flee behind me. I dropped limp to the dirt, gasping for air as my hooves clutched my windpipe. My entire throat felt like a fire had a been lit inside of it. One shot rung out, and a body hit the dirt. They were all dead.

I rasped shaky breaths as more shots rang out, showering dirt onto me. The haze of battle made my eyesight poor and I scrambled to cover as best as I could. Before I got to safety a sharp pain shot up through my forehoof, and I yelled out in pain as my legs slid out from beneath me. I fell to the dirt as I felt my leg become warm and sticky. I slid around in my own blood and the dirt, screaming out in pain. My brain had never experienced anything this painful, and it was very eager to let me know so. “Wait wait, stop! Jesus, can’t you tell she’s just a kid?!” A smooth mare’s voice shouted from somewhere above me, and it was the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. Yes, please don’t shoot the child! “What the fuck do you care Carn’ she’s just a fucking pony! We just killed 2 of them, why not one more…” I finally looked up to my attackers, and saw four ponies standing above me on a high ridge. The voice must have come from the intimidating pony in the middle, she was the only mare there. She was tall, and slender… almost too tall, she stood a few inches above everypony else. Her fur was a deep crimson and her wavy, blacvk hair was cut with streaks of smoky gray. I would regale you with what the other 3 rugged colts beside the tall pony looked like, but… my eyes were glued to the red mare. Looking at her made me feel… fluttery inside. My eyes couldn’t help sliding down to her... Ooooooook, I would have to work through those feelings when I wasn’t bleeding out.

The mare (Carn?) had her hoof on the rifle of the pony next to her, glaring him down. Her blue eyes alone put the henchpony a few pegs down. “DO NOT. SHOOT. Capisce?” Bless this mare. The colt finally pointed his barrel somewhere else besides me. “Ehh, she’ll bleed out soon anyway.” The gruff pony turned his back to me and started walking. “I don’t get what’s going on in YOUR head, crazy bitch…” The colt grunted under his breath. The rest of the group turned away and started down the slope, except for the mare. Her eyes lingered on me for just a moment, and I could swear there was almost a hint of… sadness. From a killer. Huh. After the last head had dipped behind the ridge, I suddenly became aware that a bullet had just been lodged in me. And I was bleeding out. FAST.

I tried scrambling to my feet but my strength was starting to fail me. Think, Domino! THink about… woah don’t slip off yet… still want to stay alive. Without thinking I ripped off the sleeve on the left forehoof of my jumpsuit, and tried tying it above the wound. BUt I couldn’t get it to tighten, my teeth couldn’t grab a hold of it with all of the blood. I tried again, and I fell to the floor… I tried again… I could feel myself fading… I tried…

I tried a...gain……….

MMmmmfff…………………

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MMMMmmmmm…………

What a pretty white light……..

White light….. White light. Oh goddesses, not another white light! I shouldn’t feel this good, please don’t let me be dead please don’t let me be dead!

“You’re not dead yet, ya’ barnacle head...”

Oh, whew, music to my ears! Not the fact that I was in this situation again, but - hmm. Did that voice just talk back to me? My marbles finally got lost. Scratch that, they were blown to smithereens. Well, at least while I’m alive again, I should try to wake up. I’m sick of this place already…

I tried opening my eyes to see - correction… I tried to open my EYE. It took me a few efforts, I had to strain my eye to get anything else but white in my vision. Tiny cracks of orange began to seep through the white blanket, but I promptly closed the curtains again. Luna’s rear end, who knew orange could be brighter than white. After a few efforts more of my surroundings became clear to me; Blues and oranges flooded my vision and I winced at their sharpness. Stupid colors, always ruining my day.

“Up n’ atem, o’ princess! C’,mon, I didn’t drag your sorry ass through the muck and mud to have ye die on me now.”

I opened up my eye, and my vision adjusted to a dark wood ceiling. It seemed almost close to collapsing, it was seeping with moisture. “Aye, she be alive!” I slowly pulled myself up onto my hooves, getting a read for my surroundings. “A leech couldn’t keep up with ya bleeding like that. What happened missy?” The blue in front of me started to create the form of a pony. I’m assuming this is where the talking was coming from… I hope. The blob sat back on its haunches. “Well? How do ye be?” The feminine blob said. Oh thank goodness, not crazy then.. But this pony might be. “I’m… uhh…” She started to come closer into focus, as did the rest of my surroundings. I was laid out on a wooden table inside of *sigh* another small shack. Rags soaked with blood piled up around me, enough to make me feel woozy, even when lying down. My body didn’t fare better, though… my fur had enough blood and grime coated on it you couldn’t tell it was white. A strange smell filled my nose, salty and foul. Finally, the owner of the strange voice came to my attention. She was a sky blue pony, sitting down in a manner that I could only describe as ‘uncomfortable assertiveness’. Her auburn mane was choppy, her bangs running in zig zags across her forehead. Her tail looked like it just came out of a wood chipper. She had dark blue eyes shaded beneath a… pirate hat. I don’t know how else to describe it, I must’ve had that stored somewhere in my brain. It was a black tricorn hat, complete with skulls, crossbones, and a feather. A sword was strapped to her hip. It just then occurred to me that her strange voice was in fact an accent - a pirate accent. What did you get yourself into Dom, jeez.

My jaw opened slightly just at the sight of her, I wasn’t sure whether to giggle at her getup or knock myself out again so I could wake up somewhere more sane. “D...Domino. That’s my name.” The mare chuckled, “That it is lass,” She gave me a sly smirk, “But I asked how you were managin’.” I groaned and leaned back onto the table. “Considering this is the second time I’ve been knocked out in the past couple days… could be better?” Suddenly she leaped onto the table, knocking off the rags and causing me to shrink half my size. “What were you doing out there with a piece of lead in ye, aye?” Her eyes burned any confidence I had left to smolders.

“I… I… I…” She leaned closer. “With an appropriation’ eyepatch, no less!” She moved her hoof over to my eye. “Wait no, please!...” At my hesitation, she instead snatched my eyepatch in her teeth and pulled hard, snapping it off of my face. Her look of victory quickly faded to one of disgust. “Goddesses…” I broke down again, tears leaving streaks through the dirt on my face. I just couldn’t take it, I wasn't ready to be this hardened wasteland survivor. This life wasn’t fair… “P-please, don’t hurt me!” I braced my body for whatever was coming next. The mare’s face sunk into utter sadness. “Oh darlin’, no, I… ahh shit, I didn’t mean to scare ya like that.” She slowly slunk off from the table, taking a few paces backwards. Was she giving me space? From the few minutes I knew her, she seemed like a pony who liked to get up close and personal. “Flower, I was just trying to shake ya a bit… but you don’t seem quite like tha type fer violence.” I shut my eye tight. My skin crawled with discomfort, I felt so ashamed to be in it at that moment. I tried to reinforce her observation, but it was hard through my sobs. “N...no, I don’t want to hurt a-anypony.” I gulped hard. “Are you the one who saved me?” “Aye. I dragged you for 3 hours to this place, I was certain you weren’t gonna make it,” the mare tried to reassure. I nodded solemnly, then replied in a voice that was quieter than I ever thought it could go.

“...are you going to kill me?” The stomp that resounded from her hoof made me jump. “Of course not! YOu just can never be too careful in these parts. Seeing a recent gunfight is never a good sign, and kindness is a rare commodity in this world.” She sighed and trotted closer to the table. “Come here girlie, let me help you out of yer own filth up there.” Her hoof touched mine and I immediately recoiled. “Hey hey, I’m not gonna hurt you. Now, gimme one of them hooves.” I slowly rested my right hoof in hers, still shaking from my outburst of fear. All the clues I had learned about myself so far had me believing that I was a warrior. Someone who didn’t take any shit from no pony. A survivor. But sitting there on that table, that never felt so far away from it. INstead, a scarfed little filly took up residence. And I couldn ‘t tell which pony was the right one.

She lifted off the table, and helped me settle down on my haunches in front of her. I took my hoof back and gingerly rubbed my wound. The whole area felt inflamed, like a dull ember constantly biting at my skin. “That wound could have been fatal, ya know,” The mare chimed in, “you’re lucky you’re still standin’ here. Had ya’ been two inches to the left, it would’ve passed through something a liiiitle more valuable.” SHe smiled weakly at me. I didn’t return the expression. The smile slowly fell off her face… I felt a pang of sadness as it did. I tried to get her to cheer up a bit with my next comment. “Why did you save me?” That brought a smile back to her face. “Sometimes dearie, your brain will fail you. You might think it has all the answers, but even the most crucial aspects of pony society were born from falsehoods.” She laid her hat down next to her. “Logic turns out to be false, and wrong turns out to be right. This wretched life is full of hurt, and your brain knows this. All it can do is desperately hold onto the truths it thinks it knows. Because if it doesn’t have that, than what does it have? And then, what do WE have? Only lies we are told, and lies we tell ourselves. A dangerous cocktail that makes ponies drunk with fear, and it’s the exact same thing that led to this big disaster in the first place. Ponies believe they are correct, and every other pony is wrong. It’s madness... ” As she talked, I noticed that her accent had subtly dropped to a more tempered, homely tone.

“But THIS on the other hoof,” she gently laid a hoof over my heart, “is something that isn’t so easily swayed by uncertainty. Sure, it doesn’t always know what’s best either. But what it lacks in logic, it makes up for with feeling. Feelings that ponies are good, feelings that things will get better eventually.” She lowered her hoof and chuckled. “All of that preachy nonsense to say; I got the feeling you weren’t one of the bad ones. So, I saved ya’. Plus I was already in the area looking for supplies with my crew. SO why not, right?” She took my hoof in hers again and shook it gently. “Name’s Ocean Spray. ANd yours?” “O-oh, it’s Domino.” She stopped shaking, but looked a little perplexed at my answer. “Just… Domino? Huh, not a type of name you hear around here that often.” Really? When one of your past leaders was named Twilight Sparkle? I thought that, but Instead I said “How? Isn’t every ponies’ name here like ‘HAppy smiles’, or something like that?” Her look only became more puzzled at that, I thought her eyebrows would rip right off of her face. “Have you been livin’ under a rock for the last 2 centuries or somethin’, who in Celestia’s land would name themselves that?” I don’t know, wasn’t happiness what ponies were supposed to be all about?

“Oh, I can’t remember… anything, really.” I tapped my ruined eye, below my long bangs. “I got shot in the head, I guess it erased everything I knew.” Ocean threw her head back in exasperation. “Great. Not only do I save a pony who has amnesia, but I used up the rest of my wiping paper trying to stop her from bleeding out.” She smiled at me, and I felt warmth coming off of her for the first time. “...where did your accent though?” I was a bit scared to ask, but I was just too damn curious. To my relief, Ocean just laughed. “Noticed, have ye’?” She slid her sword from its sheath, and swung it in the air causing me to jump back. “It hels scr off pones, ya lnlubbr!” Uhhh…. “What?” She chuckled and sheathed her sword. “It helps maintain my ‘Crazy Pirate Captain’ look. Helps me out in this line of business.” And what business might that be?

I had a million questions, but my stomach rumbling got in the way of me asking any. “Ah right, you need some fixins’. Here.” She pulled my jumpsuit and saddlebags out from under the table. “I had to undress ya to clean that wound of yours.” For some reason that made me blush from tail to mane. Dammit, she noticed. Ocean gave me a devilish grin, and said “NOw don’t be gettin’ any wrong ideas lover girl, my barn door don’t swing that way.” Neither does mine! I tried to stand my ground, but she just winked and I hid under my hooves. She just laughed and nudged my stuff closer to me. “I’ll leave you to get dressed and eat up. There should also be some purified water in that barrel in the corner, and I have some goodies in my quarters if you need em’.” She trotted out of the shack and closed the door behind her. Goodnes, the nerve of that pony…

Putting my dirty jumpsuit back on was easy. Keeping down my canned vegetables was hard. It wasn’t that my stomach hated the taste (How should I know what I don’t like to eat?), it was more my shot nerves. I sat there in the shack for a long while, thinking about the past couple of days. Waking up in Doc’s care, and having to leave him almost right away. THinking I was a hardened pony, and then hiding like a filly when confronted. I closed my eye and the neck of the raider pony from the apartments flashed into my head. I gasped and stumbled backwards a few steps. Goddesses I could still feel her blood running down my face… it made me quiver just thinking about it. Surely I had already seen death and violence in the wasteland; I had already lived this long. And from the ponies I’ve met, you don’t live to be this old without seeing ponies killed, or to be the one doing the killing. The only thing I wasn’t sure about was where I fit into it. The sight of corpses makes me weak in the knees, but hiding makes me ashamed, like I’m somehow denying who I’m meant to be. That I owe it to my past self to be hardened, use course language to get my way. The way the town ponies in Doc’s village reacted to me must mean that’s who I was. A bandit, struggling to get by. Using whatever means necessary, even murder, to see the light of anither day. THis had to be me… so why does thinking about it make me sick to my stomach? It was all just too confusing.

I rubbed my temple and tried to remember something… anything… from my past. Red swam by, rivers of it wiping away the darkness behind my eyelids. Blurry figures started appearing through the waves. ONe made of green, cloaked in black. One shrouded in white. One radiating an orange light. One, covered in blue, seemed closer to me than the others… agh, it hurt to much to think. The red was washed away, leaving me staring at rotting wood. I might never be able to know who I used to be, I thought. I didn’t know if that fact comforted me or not. But I did know one thing, I needed to get out of this shack. I wasn’t going to be a bedsore again for the second time in a row.

I headed out the door, right into the rain coating the landscape. The water soaked through my jumpsuit, and before long I was shivering like a caffeine addict. I refilled my canteen in the bucket Ocean was talking about outside. I didn’t want to be ungrateful, and I certainly didn’t want to go thirsty - but this water didn’t seem like the friendly type. Speaking of Ocean, a light was blinking in the near distance, made blurry by the rain cover. I carried on through the mud towards it, happy to finally have a clear path to take ahead of me.

The single light grew into many, dotting along the landscape like lost spirits. They reminded me of a line of ponies, taking their number for a spot on the end of the world voyage. I trotted up closer and the cluster closest to me began to illuminate, of all things, an old post office. The sign had all but crumbled to dust, but the piles of rotten envelopes covering the porch-way gave away what the building used to be. I saw Ocean Spray and 2 other ponies gathered around a shipping crate. I gulped down my inhibitions and trotted through the entrance and into the conversation the group was having before I showed up.

“- already have three miles more of the beach, Ocean! We have to do something about htis before we love livestock, crops… you name it. These savages don’t care.” A grey unicorn mare with blue hair was seething towards Ocean Spray, who was focused on a map (I assumed of the area) in front of her. “Don’t you think I know that, Stardust?! If you’d calm your flippers for two seconds you would remember the 2 ponies we lost last time we wanted them to keep their hoofsies in line! NOw I know our livelihood is important, but the lives of my mates matter most. So unless you can reassure me about them, stop being so hasty.” Stardust looked positively ready to explode into bits, taking Ocean with her. The other pony there hadn’t said a word; He merely stood with a stern expression on his brow, pouring over the map. At least ponies didn’t seem to want to kill me… well, almost. I tried to focus on anything besides the argument, which was not easy to do. The walls had been covered with various graphs and maps, each having a different view of the same area. Lanterns covered in netting were hung in each corner, making the place seem like a cozy, undersea cottage.

When I finally looked back at the ponies, I noticed that they were all staring at me. My eyes went wide in shock and I took a step back. Stardust shouted at me, “And who the hell do you think you are?!” Oh goody, she was pointing a gun at me. Ocean was quick to diffuse the tension. “Now Star, I invited her, so stick it where the sun don’t shine.” I half expected Stardust to rip the mischievous look off of Ocean’s face, but she slowly lowered her gun. “She’s the pony I dragged from the VistaView ruins, I thought she might be of use to us.” Well that certainly made me feel like a welcome guest… I was not looking forward to whatever she had in mind for my services. Stardust just waved a hoof absently and focused back on Ocean. “Just siddown and zip it.” I followed her orders promptly.

Stardust sighed, and I could see some of her angry persona disappear behind a worried one. She must just really care for this town and the ponies in it if she was getting this worked up over a potential threat. “Look, I know this is a risky move on our part. But what other options do we have? The more days that pass, the larger their forces grow. Pretty soon, we won’t stand a chance against it”. Ocean Spray finally took a more serious tone as she said, “How long?”. The red colt finally piped up. “Two days, by our estimates.” Ocean cursed, and went silent for a few moments. She looked around the room, lost in thought. “Hmm. That does put us in a bind.” Her eyes locked with mine. She smiled devilishly. I din’t like where this was going. “Well Domino, looks like it’s time to cash in that favor you owe me.” Right, I should’ve known ponies expect something in return for their good deeds. I was just not liking the sound of this one in particular.

I braced myself. “...What do you want me to do?”

She smiled wide.

“How does wiping out a bandit stronghold sound to you?”

Footnote: Level Up.

Perk Gained: Socialite. We need to work on your social skills -- Ponies are more likely to converse with you

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Beginning:

...Like I need a hole in my head.

“You don’t have to be… the bad guy”

White.

White white white.

Pure blinding sharp OW OW OW, hurting!

Could someone please turn this light down, jeez. I never knew I could hate an intangible concept this much…

Ok, where did I learn an egghead word like that. I can’t distract myself from this color, it needs to be put down for a nice rest and stop punching my eyes with a million little jackhammers.

Maybe I just went insane. Or maybe I’m dead. I can’t really decide which is worse.

Alright, keep it together, y……...you.

Huh.

Can’t remember my own name, definitely leaning towards the basket-case side of things.
I can’t… remember… ggghhh this makes my head hurt… worse than the bright light…

Oh good, the light is dimming…

And I feel myself… slipping...

Wait no don’t go, I take back what I said...

I don’t want to slip away...

Author's Note

Here we go baaabbbbyyyyy