Fallout Equestria: Finding Hope

Fallout Equestria: Finding Hope

-Prologue-

-If I’m going to tell you about the adventure of my life -- explain how I got to this place with these ponies, and why I did what I’m going to do next -- I should probably start by explaining a little bit about PipBucks…-

A small grey mare wearing a strange metal helmet stares up at the large monitor. Text is rapidly appearing, writing paragraphs by the second. To her, this would be her final goodbye to the world, including the family she made over the past two months. A story to be passed down to every living soul remaining after the final great battle with one of her greatest enemies. The wasteland, its ponies, call her the Stable Dweller. On the other hoof, to her friends, her name is Littlepip.

Behind our small hero walks in an ancient relic from the past. She is the keeper of peace in the northeastern part of the Equestrian Wasteland. She slides her ragged hood off her head to reveal a pure white mane with a small stripe of blue, her coat a charcoal grey. Her slitted green eyes matching somepony who had lost everything and still found hope, nearly faded from the magic that tore at her soul. Almost resembling a ghost. Underneath the rags she wears is a purple glint of her armor. A black pipbuck with a dying blue screen sits on her right forehoof. She stretches her wings to reveal an unnatural metal wing, matching with her natural one. Everyone knows her as the Midnight Marauder, a hero in the city of Alpony, but she considers herself to just be somepony trying to do the right thing, to help Equestria be a better place.

The Stable Dweller didn’t glance away from her writing, not hearing the mare behind her enter the room. The Marauder casually walks over to a table, grabbing an old box of Flim Flam Mac and Cheese that is nearly as old as herself. She opens the box and begins to eat while trying to figure out what the Stable Dweller is writing.

...

“Ooooh! Are you writing a story, Littlepip?!” I ask whilst taking another bite of my Mac and Cheese. “Am I gonna be in it?” Asking while I eat more from the cold box of two hundred year old noodles. It’s going to be nice to wind down for a little bit. All this running around is making me feel a little stiff.

“Gah!” The tiny grey mare screamed all the while her horn began to glow a soft green under the metal helmet. To my surprise, I float weightlessly into the air along with an ivory handled, scoped revolver against my skull. “Luna shove moonrocks up my asshole! Who the hell are you… And how did you get in here?!”

“Oh yea, you removed your memories of me, didn’t you?” I ask while casually taking another bite of my cold food. ”I’m Midnight Note! Have you really not looked at all the memory orbs yet? I know you don’t really have the time but c’mon!” I swallow the rest of my food, tossing the box to the side. “Also... hey, Princess. It’s been a really long time, hasn’t it?” I’m never gonna get used to virtual Celestia.

The image of Celestia replaces the writing Littlepip had been working on. “How has it been out there? I heard a megaspell went off a while ago.” Littlepip’s mouth drops, along with me, to the floor.

She looks back at Celestia. “You know her? And you didn’t tell me somepony else was in here!” She looks back at me. “How the hell did you get in here!? And more importantly… Why are you here!?”

“It’s a very long story and I’ve been waiting for a little more than two hundred years for you to finally get here.” Noticing her eye twitch I continued speaking, “Long story short, I need your gun.” Littlepip blinks a couple times, processing all of this while shaking her head rapidly. “Oh, yea! That megaspell was my doing, Celestia. Some complications arose, sadly all didn’t turn out that well for a lot of ponies...” I say, making my way over to sit next to Littlepip in front of the Crusader Mainframe. “That helmet looks goofy, by the way. It’s almost too big for you.” I say, without looking over.

“I-I uhh…” Her voice trailing off. Once again noticing her eye twitch out of the corner of mine.

“I think you broke the little one, Midnight.” Celestia said, letting out a little snicker and covering her face with a virtual hoof.

Looking back over at Littlepip I began to propose a deal with the little mare. “I’ll tell you what... Go and watch that memory orb, and I’m going to work on a little story of my own. Then we can talk. I still have a couple days till I have to get back home. We can catch up then, okay?” I said while looking at the mare. Littlepip just gives me a blank nod and walks into the other room, almost leaving the helmet on top of her head.

I stretch out my back and wing, holding my hooves above the keyboard, realizing I don’t know how to start. “Celestia, where should I start? When I first got my cutie mark maybe? I’ve never really done anything like this before....”

“I think you should start on the first day you finally became your true self again.” Celestia said, sweetly.

“My true self? Uh, I think I can do that.” I say, beginning to slowly peck at the keyboard with my hooves.

I hear the princess snicker. “Midnight…” Celestia says as I quickly glance up at her, cocking my head. “Use the helmet.”