Fallout Equestria Dead Road

FALLOUT EQUESTRIA DEAD ROAD

“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity”. -Gilda Radner

Stories are told in many different ways, shapes, and forms. They are told through movies, songs, books and even spoken between people.

CHAPTER 1

SCARS

I pulled up a chair and I sat on that it. I stare at a pony that was a shadow image of myself. He was a green earth pony with a purple mane and tail. No… now that I look at it, it is clear that it’s dyed. I could see the remaining parts of a black mane underneath. Also, he wasn’t an earth pony, like me, but a unicorn with a very strange horn. It was very small in comparison to a normal unicorn horn. He had bruises all around his body. He was not looking at me, he didn’t dare to.

All he said was, “I’m sorry.”

We were inside a dark room in the basement. The light from the candles hardly cut through the darkness. On the walls of the room there were a few old cabinets with old books scattered about. The pony before me still wouldn’t look me in the face. This was beginning to really get on my nerves, but I remained calm for a moment and tried to start conversation.

“What's your name?” I asked.

That finally got him to look at me. His purple eyes staring into my own. I knew that look, pain, rage, and sorrow; a mix of feelings held together like glue. I could see that he was trying not to break down in front of me.

“Stone… my name’s Stone Mud,” he said softly

He trembled as he looked down again. I leaned against the chair trying to look less threatening to the buck, but that doesn’t seem to work. He stared back at me with that empty gaze and eyes red, probably from all the crying.

“You’re… the leader here? Where am I?” he asked while taking his eyes off me and examining around the room.

Like Needle said, he got here two days ago. Maybe he was out cold for a while and just now he was finally able to take a look around his surroundings.

“No, I’m not. I’m just passing through,” I said while tapping the table with my hoof. I looked at him for a moment. Then, he looked back at me and placed his front hoofs on top of the desk. He then showed me the metal chains attached from the floor to his hoof-cuffs, which were clamped tightly around his hoofs.

“Ah, I see. Why are you wasting your time with me then? Wouldn’t you have better things to do?” He asked while trying to wave his hoof. However, the chain made it uncomfortable, so he stopped right away. I’ve got to admit that it made me smile for a moment. The sight of him trying to be ballsy was very interesting. He reminded me of myself a few years ago, right after meeting that old buck when I tried to steal food from him.

“Because you know a certain pony and I’m after him,” I said.

He was about to speak but I cut him off by raising a hoof. He looked at me for a few seconds and stopped. I could tell he was interested to hear the rest of it.

“Sky, I believe you knew the bastard,” I said.

He stared at me with a look of complete disgust. I got up slowly from the chair and that seemed to make him move away from the table a bit. I looked back at him but continued to talk as I did.

“I’ll take that as a yes then. So Stone Mud, right? Well my name is Zeek, Zeek Sky,” I said, while walking around the room.

Then, I stopped next to him and leaned over placing a hoof on his shoulder. The stallion went stiff as a rock, locked into place.

He slowly turned to face me and said, “Why… he’s dead anyway. If you wanted to kill him, I’m sorry… I…”

Blam! With my hoof I slammed his face against the table. Blood gushed out from his muzzle. Why am I doing this? The question kept spinning in my head over and over again while I slammed his face repeatedly. Was I mad? Was I losing it again? Tears slid down my cheeks. Yes, now I got my answer. Needle burst into the room, pulled me away from him, and shoved me against an old desk.

“What the hell are you doing?!” She yelled while checking up on stone, who was now bleeding from the nose and mouth.

I was laying on the floor, staring at the ceiling. All of that work, coming here to find out the bastard was dead. My mother, oh mom how much I wanted to make him pay for what he did to you. Needle make stone drink a healing potion. He did so and she walked over to me.

“Are you going to answer or what?” she said.

Needle kicked my side, but I didn’t reply. I didn’t care at this point. Then stone got up, sat down next to her, and said with a soft voice.

“He hurt you to, huh? Just like me... you wanted to kill him, and I took that from you,” Stone said.

Groaning, I sat up slowly and touched my side with a hoof while staring at Needle. She snorted and said with a small smile on her face, “Don’t act like you didn’t deserve it mate.”

With a sigh, I looked at Stone. There was something about him though, I couldn’t put my hoof on it but there’s something different about him.

“Yeah... you took that from me. He was my father,” I said. “And from what I’ve heard he’s also yours.”

His eyes widened while staring at me but now he seemed to notice. We did look alike, green fur, black hair and tail, and purple eyes. But unlike him I was an earth pony.

“So… you’re my brother then,” he said.

I nodded. I couldn’t lie to him, there was no reason to. For as long I can remember I was alone. Even when my mother was around, I felt alone. Day after day growing up in that steel rangers base, I felt that loneliness. However, apparently Sky had found another mare to screw with and Stone came into this world. Just to fuck up with me.

“So… Stone, right? I just wanna say thanks,” I said while getting up. “I guess we have a whole lot to talk about, huh?”

He just looked at me with a half-smile.

“If they don’t kill me that is,” he said.

“I won’t let that happen. And besides, you’re the only family I have left. Also, I’m a Reaper,” I said.

Needle cover her mouth with her hoof in disbelief, and Stone just stared at me for a moment. I couldn’t tell if he was worried or impressed by what I just said, but I couldn’t blame him. Though a lot has happened to me because of my father, and I was dying to know what Skyline did to Stone.

“You... became a Reaper? But you left Hoofington, did big daddy let you leave?” Needles asked with concern.

I just nodded. She first was a had an expression that said, “no way,” and then another that said, “you could be in danger.” But who was I kidding, I didn’t care.

“So stone, mind telling me your story,” I said. “And how Skyline the Reaper destroyed your life as well.”

“Sure, I guess. I have nowhere to go. Just about lost everything and everypony I cared about. Since I’m stuck here, I might as well. Now where do I start”.

--------Few years ago in the Manehattan Ruins. --------

-------POV: Stone Mud -------

Raiders walked about holding their guns and guarding a few slaves that were scavenging a few houses. My father Skyline was in charge of the operation. He owned the slaves in this group, and I… well I was his chew toy. My name is Stone Mud. I was born in a raider camp. However, it was more of a slave camp if you think about it. What we’re doing right now is our daily routine of scavenging. The slaves need food after all, so I helped. I helped more slaves than anypony else, although some of them still hate me. Couldn’t blame them. I was the son of the leader after all. Whenever I brought them food, they would glare at me and sometimes even push me away. I was just a young colt back then.

My father made sure to teach me the hard way of things, and how fucked up the world was. He made me watch... all the mares he raped. The beatings… oh how I hated it. He would kick me and beat me. I hated him. I wanted it all to stop. If I cried, I would get a beating, or he would use a whip. I hated the whip, but things were about to change. On this day, in this scavenging daily routine a pony would change my life forever.

“Stone?!?” Skyline yelled, “For fuck’s sake, where the hell are you?”

A loud voice came from behind me, and the slaves started to look around even faster. I just got away from the group and walked in front of him.

“Yes Da… I mean sir! Yes sir?!?“ I said.

I looked up at him with a big smirk on my face to show how tough and brave I was. I had to be what I needed to be.

“Why the hell are you smirking?” He asked aggresively. “Enjoying your slave work? Want to be like them?”

He laughed and the other raiders join in the laughter. I just looked down. Maybe I wanted to be like them, be bought and maybe get away from you, from all this shit. Maybe some good pony would buy me and help me or take good care of me. Then a hoof hit my face, and I fell rolling on the floor. I got up trembling and spat a bit of dirt.

“I told you about moping around Stone, now get you little stupid flank up!” he yelled. “I’ve got a job for you, come here.”

I wiped the blood from my nose and trotted over to him. He walked, and I followed while looking back at the raiders. They were still laughing but they quickly stopped when Sky glared back at them giving a look that said, “get back to work or else.” We stopped by a small hole in the wall. Taking a look inside I could see a bunch of rubble. The ceiling that looked like it had fell, breaking most of the things inside.

“Well, guess what? Since you are so happy about work, I want you to crawl in there and see if you can find anything of worth,” he said. “We tried to open the damn door, but it looks like the rubble is blocking it. And that’s not all, look.”

He pointed at the hole, and now I could see the little hoof steps going inside of it. Some pony was living there, and probably a small one too. Most likely a foal.

“What are you waiting for?!?” he shouted. “Get in there!”

“Y-yes sir!” I said quickly.

I quickly got inside the hole and crawled in. The place was dirty, dust everywhere with destroyed furniture and old shelves hanging down. I followed the hoof tracks. Placing my hooves on them, I could tell they were my size. That just confirmed what I had assumed. Then, I slammed my face on the desk. I rubbed my muzzle and looked around. Then I froze. A little grey earth pony was staring right at me. He had a black mane and deep blue eyes. He was so skinny, and he looked tired.

“H... hi? What are you doing here?” I asked softly and sat down in front of him.

He moved back away from me pressing his back against the wall.

“Hey, calm down I won’t hurt you I promise,” I said. “My name is stone mud. What’s your name?”

He calmed down a little and sat down in front of me and said quietly.

“I’m... Nails,” he said cautiously.

No way this was happening. Maybe he could be my friend, maybe I could… Then reality kicked in and I heard my father call me.

“Stone! What’s taking you so damn long?!?” Skyline yelled.

“I’m coming!” I shouted back.

My smile faded away, and he stared at me. I looked down at my hoofs for a moment, not knowing what to do. What if I lie about this? Maybe he would believe me. I’ve never lied before. However if he found out later, it could be worse a lot worse. Now I’m stuck here, and I don’t know what to do with him.

“Found anything?!?” Skyline yelled.

I closed my eyes shut for a moment. Then, I opened them and stared at nails with a pity look and a sad smile form on my face.

“Yes... I did sir,” I said.

Yeah, I know what you want to say, and I know… this is going to suck you fucking idiot.