Fallout Equestria: Fleeting Faces

by GurbangulyBerdimuhamedow

Rating: teen
Tags: Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Adventure, Fallout, Crossover, Dark, Death
Length: 1375

After a tragic scene leaves a stable in shambles, Brightside is left alone in the wastes dentined to fend for himself. Or he could make a few friends along the way.

Brightside had always believed in the promise of the Stable. The idea of a safe, controlled environment where he could live out his life without the harsh realities of the Wasteland seemed like a dream come true. But that dream was shattered in an instant, leaving him alone and vulnerable.

Published 2023-04-21 22:40:00 UTC
Last updated 2023-04-21 22:40:00 UTC

Chapter 1: The Wasteland

Brightside trudged through the dusty wasteland, his hooves crunching against the hard, barren ground. The sun beat down on his back, making him sweat despite the tattered, threadbare clothes he wore. He had been walking for hours, searching for any sign of civilization or refuge, but the landscape remained unchanged. It was a desolate, unforgiving place, and Brightside felt a sense of hopelessness creeping into his heart.

As he walked, he couldn't help but replay the events that had led him here. The raiders, the screams, the destruction...it all seemed like a nightmare that he couldn't wake up from. He had lost everything he had ever known, everything he had ever loved, in a single moment. And now he was alone, in a world that seemed to want nothing more than to swallow him whole.

Brightside stumbled and nearly fell, his legs suddenly feeling like they were made of lead. He was exhausted, both physically and mentally. What was the point of continuing on, he wondered? What was the point of living in a world where everything he held dear could be taken away in an instant?

But even as he asked himself these questions, a voice in his mind whispered that he couldn't give up. He couldn't let the raiders win, couldn't let them take everything from him. He had to keep going, keep fighting, even if it seemed hopeless.

With a deep breath, Brightside pushed himself to his feet and continued walking. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew that he had to keep moving. Maybe he would find a settlement, a friendly face, a new purpose. Or maybe he would just keep wandering until he collapsed and died in the middle of nowhere.

The thought was sobering, but Brightside refused to let it defeat him. He was still alive, still breathing, still capable of making a difference in the world. He had to believe that there was still some hope left, some light in the darkness.

As he walked, he looked up at the sky, the day had long shifted to night, trying to find something, anything, to give him hope. And for a moment, he thought he saw a shooting star streaking across the sky, leaving a trail of sparkling light behind it.

Brightside felt a small glimmer of hope stir in his chest. Maybe it was a sign, a symbol of a new beginning. He didn't know for sure, but he clung to the possibility with all his might. Because in a world as dark and dangerous as this one, even a small glimmer of hope could mean the difference between life and death.

Brightside watched as the shooting star disappeared over the horizon, leaving him alone once more. But the glimmer of hope it had given him remained, a small flame that refused to be extinguished.

He continued walking, his steps now lighter and more purposeful. The wasteland seemed a little less desolate now, a little less threatening. He had no idea where he was going, but he didn't feel quite as lost as he had before.

As he walked, he saw something in the distance, a speck on the horizon that grew larger and more defined with every step. It was a building, or what was left of one. He quickened his pace, his heart racing with the possibility that he might find shelter, or food, or even someone to talk to.

As he got closer, he could see that it was a talisman station, or what was left of one. The cores were rusted and dry, the roof caved in, the windows shattered. But there was something else, something that caught his eye and made him pause.

There was movement, a flicker of movement behind the building. Someone, or something, was there. Brightside's first instinct was to turn and run, but his curiosity got the better of him. He slowly approached the building, trying to make as little noise as possible.

As he got closer, he saw that it was a pony, a mare, lying on the ground. She was covered in bruises and cuts, her breathing shallow and labored. Brightside's heart went out to her. He knew what it was like to be alone and hurt, to feel like there was no one in the world who cared.

He approached her slowly, cautiously, not wanting to startle her. "Hello?" he said softly. "Are you okay?"

The mare's eyes flickered open, and she looked up at him with a mixture of fear and gratitude. "Please," she whispered. "Help me."

Brightside didn't hesitate. He rushed to her side, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and determination. Whatever happened next, he knew he couldn't leave her alone. Not when she needed him most.

Flashback 1: The Stable

Brightside closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to push the memories of Stable 8 to the back of his mind. But they refused to be ignored, rising up like ghosts to haunt him.

He was back there, in the stable, surrounded by the ponies he had known all his life. They were his family, his friends, his world. And then...then everything had changed.

It had started with the screams, the sound of metal tearing, of alarms blaring. Brightside had been in his quarters, trying to get some sleep, when the chaos began. He had stumbled out into the hallway, disoriented and terrified, only to find himself face to face with a group of raiders.

The raiders had been armed to the teeth, their weapons glinting in the flickering emergency lights. They had laughed and taunted the ponies, promising to take everything they had and leave them to die.

Brightside had tried to fight back, to protect his friends and family. But he had been no match for the raiders, who were bigger, stronger, and better armed. He had watched in horror as they destroyed everything he had ever known, everything he had ever loved.

He ran through the halls of Stable 8, his heart pounding in his chest. He had to find his mother, and make sure she was okay. He knew she was on the other side of the stable, in the medical bay, helping the injured ponies. As he turned the corner, he saw them. The raiders. A group of them had cornered his mother, their weapons aimed at her. Brightside froze, his mind racing with fear and anger.

"Leave her alone!" he shouted, charging towards them. But before he could get close, one of the raiders turned and fired, hitting him in the leg. Brightside cried out in pain, collapsing to the ground. He watched in horror as the raiders turned back to his mother, their laughter echoing through the hallway. Night Shift tried to fight back, but there were too many of them, and she was only one pony.

Brightside gritted his teeth, trying to pull himself up. He had to do something, anything, to save his mother. But his leg was injured, and he could barely move.

"Mom!" he shouted, his voice hoarse with fear. "Mom, run!"

But it was too late. The raiders had caught up to her, and they were dragging her away, laughing and taunting her. Brightside watched in horror as they disappeared around the corner, taking his mother with them.

And then...then he had blacked out. When he woke up, the stable was in shambles, his friends and family either dead or gone. He had been one of the lucky ones, one of the few who had managed to escape with his life.

Now, as he walked through the wasteland, he couldn't help but wonder what had become of the other survivors. Were they out there, somewhere, struggling to survive like he was? Or had they given up, succumbing to the despair and hopelessness that seemed to permeate the wasteland?

Brightside shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the memories. He had to focus on the present, on finding his mom and a way to survive, make a life for himself in this new, hostile world. But he knew that he would never forget the tragedy of Stable 8, the day his world had been torn apart.