Hey there all my loyal readers who were interested enough from the last one to come and read this. Now, for today's readi-

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What the hell was that? Umm, anyway I'm gonna keep going with this 'cause I actually had fun writing the last one. I overcame my previous laziness and found a different picture of Blackjack, whom I affectionately call BJ for reasons.

Let's see, what to do. Well, you're a unicorn now. Same coat and mane colors as last time. Those of you that are perceptive will get it. You have a police uniform over ceramic armor, a machete, and a USP-S Stainless from Counter Strike. No source material belongs to me.

As a certain plumber says a-Here we go!

You woke up with a yawn, and tried to blink the sleep out of your eyes. Soap, your Pegasus friend, was shaking you awake.

Soap: Come on (Y/N) it's time to go.

(Y/N): (groans) Alright Soap, just stop shaking me please. I don't need another headache.

Soap: Get up already, I don't want any of the factions around here to find us. Especially not in this rat's nest. Any of them could turn this place to splinters in seconds.

You got out of the bed and stood upright.

(Y/N): Let's go.

The two of you continued your trek across the wasteland. The two of you really had no purpose, you were just trying to survive. The various gangs around Hoofington didn't make that easy they either wanted you to join them or, more simply, to die.

(Y/N): That was really weird.

Soap: What are you talking about?

(Y/N): Had a pretty vivid dream last night. I was in prison, then I escaped, then I went crazy and got shot in the head.

Soap: Must've been from when we went through Yellow River.

(Y/N): Yeah, I'd say that too If there wasn't a hulking monstrosity of a warden and I didn't have an exploding collar strapped to my neck. You weren't there either.

Soap: Really? Must've been from one of your books then.

(Y/N): I didn't think of it like that. Maybe.

The two of you continued to trek through the ruined landscape, hoping to find some kind of charity in the form of shelter. Or somepony willing to give you shelter. The two of you didn't have enough caps to stay at Tenpony Tower so you went to Hoofington to look for stuff to pillage. Maybe being out here for a month would make you enough for a square of cheese and a plate of crackers. You were interrupted from your thoughts when the two of you heard gunshots. Gunshots that were steadily approaching you.

(Y/N): Keep your rifle ready Soap.

You said as you checked the magazine in your pistol.

Soap: (loads M4) If we're lucky then we won't have to fire a shot.

Just after he said that the gunshots stopped and the two of you looked at each other and grinned.

(Y/N) & Soap: SCORE!

The two of you made a mad dash to where the shots were coming from because you knew that either both parties involved had killed each other or there were some scattered stragglers you two could pick off with ease.

Soap: YES YES YES! We might be able to get food that isn't rotten or riddled with disease!

(Y/N): Or even better, get enough to finally leave the Hoof for good.

When the two of you got there your reactions were mixed to say the least. On one hand there was more loot than the two of you could possibly fit in your saddlebags in one trip. On the other hand there was a pissed off unicorn covered in blood that you quickly realized was Security from the description you got off the settlers up the road.

(Y/N): On second thought maybe we shouldn't go down there yet.

Soap: Come on don't be a dam weasel again. That attitude's the reason you're still a virgin while I got laid twice.

(Y/N): You don't have to rub it in.

Soap: I think I do Weasel.

(Y/N): STOP CALLING ME THAT!

Soap: MAKE ME WEASEL!!

Security: Am I interrupting something?

She startled the two of you, Soap ending up jumping backwards into the pit.

(Y/N): Don't sneak up on ponies like that! I could've shot you.

Security: You're not doing it now.

(Y/N): You can't honestly tell me that you've never had panic shots before.

Security: That I cannot. So, you're not with the Seekers?

(Y/N): No, lord no. I keep as far away from that shit as I can. I just want to get out of Hoofington.

Soap flew up out of the pit and landed next to you.

Soap: Yeah Weasel, that's the attitude I know.

Security: Weasel?

(Y/N): You must be Security.

Security: And if I am?

She said with a tone that made you scared for your life. She had a look to her that made you feel like she'd shoot you just for sneezing on her.

(Y/N): We're not hunters. We just heard the firefight here and wanted to take as much shit as we could carry. Please tell me you're not going to kill us.

Security: I don't want to HAVE to kill you.

(Y/N): Well, the feeling's mutual. This is Soap.

Security: What kind of name is Soap?

Soap: It's mine so piss off.

Security: Fair enough. Um. My real name is Blackjack.

(Y/N): Nice to meet you. I'm (Y/N), please don't call me weasel.

Soap: Screw that, call him weasel all you want.

(Y/N): SOAP! Shut your huge-ass mouth!

Soap: (a little shocked) Oh, okay then.

Blackjack: Is it always like this?

(Y/N): No I usually don't yell at him.

Blackjack: Okay. Are you tw-

She got cut off by a bullet pinging off one of her cybernetic legs.

Soap: SHIT! Get down!

You grabbed Blackjack and dove behind a pile of scrap.

(Y/N): What now?

A bullet pierced through the metal between you and Blackjack creating a cloud of dust where it impacted.

(Y/N): Reapers don't have that kind of firepower. And last I checked Steel Rangers were more interested in blowing shit up than punching through it.

Blackjack: (loads drum into shotgun) They're after me. They want this thing in my leg so they can enter the Core.

(Y/N): Then why don't you just give it to them!?

Blackjack: When I say "in my leg" I mean it's literally in my leg. They'd have to take the whole thing. And even then they want me dead regardless.

(Y/N): Well then BJ, we're in this for the long haul I guess.

Blackjack: I'm not dragging you two into this!

(Y/N): You don't get a choice. I'm not leaving you to deal with these lunatics by yourself, and I can guilt trip Soap into doing almost anything.

She growled and cocked the shotgun.

Blackjack: Fine. Just don't get yourself killed for my sake.

You drew your pistol and levitated it up by your head.

(Y/N): I'll be fine you worry about yourself. (racks slide)

You quietly snuck away to flank them while Blackjack sprayed shells into the attackers. Meanwhile, Soap had been flying around doing strafing runs and being a general nuisance to them. Once you were sure you had gotten behind the ponies firing on them you quietly picked them off one at a time. Once they were all dead you rejoined the others.

Soap: And that's why I started calling him weasel.

(Y/N): Saved your ass.

Blackjack: Thank you. I never thought I'd find anypony out here that wasn't after me for one reason or another.

(Y/N): (drops empty magazine out of gun) You're welcome. And I don't think Soap is dumb enough to mess with you.

Soap: If I didn't know you were Security then I'd probably take a shot.

(Y/N): Yes. But you do know who she is and therefore shouldn't fuck with her because that would be a death sentence for you. You should probably check your ammo.

Soap: It's fine I kept track of how many rounds I fired.

As he fancied himself all that and a bag of potato chips you took the magazine from his rifle and looked at it.

(Y/N): Really? How many did you fire?

Soap: (proudly) 10.

(Y/N): You sure? Because this magazine is empty. (throws the mag at him) You had the bloody thing on burst fire you idiot!

Soap's ego deflated faster than one of Tom Brady's footballs as he looked at the empty mag on the ground.

Soap: Oh. I'm not used to a rifle having four positions on the switch.

(Y/N): Better to have more options than less. And you know I worked hard to make it do that.

Blackjack: I'm just going to go and leave you two to argue like a married couple.

Soap: Yeah, nice try sweetness. We ain't lettin' you go anywhere by yourself.

(Y/N): We're staying with you. Through thick and thin.

Soap: (mumbling) Speak for yourself.

(Y/N): (glares at Soap) I'm staying with you through thick and thin.

You wrapped a leg around Blackjack's neck and smiled.

(Y/N): Ponies like you 'an me need to stick together.

Blackjack shook your leg off and sighed.

Blackjack: Fine, but I don't want you two jumping in front of bullets for me.

Soap: There's no problem there. I don't really care about you.

(Y/N): Soap, stop being a dick.

Soap: I'm being a dick because I don't want to have another pony coming with us. We had a great Batbuck and Robin thing going on and I know for a fact that I can't pull of a three musketeers act.

(Y/N): Soap, this is about doing the right thing.

Soap: (huffs) Fine. Let's get moving before more show up.

The three of you set off on your adventure together. Soap was being pissy and not talking to you so you occasionally stole glances at Blackjack. What was there to say about her? Well, she was a unicorn mare that much was obvious, she was wearing armor she almost definitely stole from the 'Seekers' as she called them, and the looks she kept giving you and Soap suggested that she's suspicious of you.

(Y/N): So, Blackjack. What brings you out here alone?

Blackjack: I'm keeping the seekers away from my friends so they can rest. They really need it after all that's happened. Except for one whom I am angry with. I've been going without sleep for three days.

(Y/N): Sounds to me like you're the one that needs to rest.

Blackjack: That's what they said! And I'll tell you EXACTLY what I told them. I'M THE CYBERPONY OF HOOFINGTON I DON'T GET TIRED AND THEREFORE I DON'T NEED TO SLEEP!

Soap: (quiet enough so that only you can hear) Pot called he said you're black.

(Y/N): (whispers back) I know right?

Blackjack: You going to tell me the same thing they did?

(Y/N): Tell me more about this group of yours.

You said, changing the subject as you took out a canteen and took a drink as she thought about it.

Blackjack: Well, there's nine of us: me, P-21, Lone, Glory, Ahab, Scotch, Lacunae, Boo, and Rampage.

The last name surprised you, causing you to choke on your drink.

(Y/N): (through coughing fit) Wait, you mean the immortal Reaper Rampage?

Blackjack: Yeah.

(Y/N): (breathing heavily after recovering from fit) How in the fuck did you get her to join you instead of killing you?

Blackjack: Honestly, she fits right in with our group.

(Y/N): Um, Could you describe the rest of them?

Blackjack: Okay. Well, there's P-21. He was a breeding buck in my stable and probably still has a grudge against me after I killed his lover. He was also sodomized repeatedly by the stable's overmare.

(Y/N): Don't think we need to linger on that one much longer, next.

Blackjack: There's, Lone Wanderer, an Alicorn.  He's been alive since the return of Nightmare Moon, but back then he was just a normal earth pony. Something happened between then and the start of the war that turned him into an Alicorn, but I wasn't paying attention. He was in a stable when the end of the world happened so him and his daughter are still alive. We've got a thing going on, but he did something that really pissed me off so we're on a break.

(Y/N): (sarcastic) Oh great I might meet Luna's formerly deceased husband because I showed compassion to you. Continue.

Blackjack: Next is Morning Glory, Pegasus formerly of the Enclave volunteer corps. We found her in a cupboard and she just started following us like a lost puppy.  Then she was betrayed by an Enclave operative and nearly branded a Dashite.  Then she almost lost a wing and I had to find her sister to talk some sense into her. Since then nothing too bad has happened directly to her. But that's mostly due to Ahab.

(Y/N): Old Soap here has had enough run-ins with the Enclave to know that they're a bag of dicks.

Blackjack: Ahab is probably the only other one that scares me aside from Rampage. He's a Pegasus that somehow fled from an Enclave city after getting fed up with his abusive sister and feeding her rat poison in the middle of the night. Then he was kidnapped by a mad scientist and horrible things were done to him that have made him nearly immortal and able to re-grow anything that isn't his heart, head, or brain. After that he was taken in by a cult where he fell in love with a mare named Faith and had a filly named Grace.

(Y/N): That's not as bad.

Blackjack: Then, under the influence of a sleeper agent trigger, he murdered them both. Now he protects Glory because she's one of the few precious things in his life. He's also the only one that can drink me under the table, even now with my artificial stomach.

(Y/N): I take it back. That's the worst of them all.

Blackjack: Scotch Tape had the same upbringing as me. Except her mother was killed by the overmare when she went insane and she bore witness to her home being destroyed when Lone flooded stable 99 with chlorine. And P-21 is her father but he wants nothing to do with her.

(Y/N): Poor thing.

Blackjack: Lacunae is one of those Unity Alicorns.  The Goddess wants to keep an eye on me and eventually make me part of the hive mind.  I don't know who she used to be.

(Y/N): Me and Soap have had our fair share of encounters with Artificials. I couldn't tell you what their intentions are even if I wanted to. They either want to assimilate us or kill us.

The three of you stopped by what looked like a fairly radiation-free hot spring and took a break.

Blackjack: And Boo, she's a blank. A shell created by Project Chimera. She was probably going to be used for organs at some point but she seems to be more intelligent than the other blanks and was able to survive. She's getting smarter by the day.

Then Soap decided to chime in.

Soap: You know, now that I've gotten a good look at you, that Lone is pretty lucky to have a mare as sexy as you.

He said before giving her a flank spank with his hoof.  Now, this did something to set her off because she kicked him against a rock as weird appendages sprouted from her legs. When Soap tried to get up she wrapped the newly made hands around his neck and began choking him. You frantically tried to pry the hands off while Soap's head gradually turned darker shades of blue.

(Y/N): Hey! Hey! He was just joking!

You weren't strong enough to pry her fingers off and you were quickly running out of time since Soap's eyes just rolled back into his head. You growled in anger before taking your pistol by the suppressor and smashing the weapon into her face, making her let go and knocking her back.

(Y/N): YOU NEED TO FUCKING COOL IT!

Soap: (gasping as his face returns to its natural color) WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WAS THAT PSYCHO BREATH?!

Blackjack: (staring at her hands in shock) I-I'm so-sorry. I h-had a bit of an in-incident with a pony that didn't take no for an answer.

(Y/N): (eyes widen) Oh, okay. I know what you're saying. Soap's done that to a lot of mares, his way of flirting. He's gotten hostile reactions, but nothing like that. Maybe you need to take a dip in the spring. It might relieve some tension.

Blackjack: (sighs) Yeah you're probably right.

She removed her armor and slowly eased herself into the water while you and Soap stood guard, watching for any hostiles. The three of you sat there in silence. A few minutes later you were walking again, now with your new batpony friend Stygius, and you came across a large pink bubble surrounding a house. What happened after that was mostly boring and now you were trying to coax Blackjack into taking a nap.

Blackjack: I told you already. I DON'T NEED ANY FUCKING SLEEP!

(Y/N): Shut up, yes you do. If it'll make you feel better then I'll let you use me as a pillow or something. Just tell me what you want.

Blackjack: (growls a curse in zebra language) Fine. Get on the couch.

You climbed onto the couch and she cautiously sat next to you.

(Y/N): Okay. Now what?

Blackjack: This. Don't try anything while I'm asleep.

(Y/N): I won't. I promise.

She laid her head against you, closing her eyes and curling into a ball. You let out a sigh and looked around. There was nothing to do while she slept so you let out another sigh and wrapped your forelegs around her pulling her closer, and placed your pistol on what was left of an end table next to the couch.

(Y/N): Sleep tight princess. May Luna bring you sweet Dreams.

You sat there with her in your lap while Soap and Stygius were upstairs picking the place clean and having a conversation flightless ponies like you and Blackjack wouldn't understand. Then you started to think about things. Mostly random stuff like "what kind of weapons can I make from the parts I've scavenged," or "am I going to ever lose my virginity," but one question came to mind that had you really thinking hard.

(Y/N): Does Blackjack actually want to be my friend or is she like everypony else and wants to use me to achieve her own goals.

You looked at the sleeping mare cradled in your hooves.

(Y/N): No, she's too kind for that. She wants to be my friend, and I want to be hers.

You smiled and held her a little closer, being careful to not make her freak out. For a few minutes everything was peaceful, the faint hoofbeats coming from the other room, the quiet buzzing of the swarm of robots outside, and Blackjack softly breathing were all sewn together into a calm picture of tranquility. And then after a half an hour, you heard a clanking noise outside that was all too familiar to you and Soap.

.

.

.

There were Steel Rangers outside. As you hurriedly attempted to wake Blackjack up Soap ran in the room looking for you.

Soap: There's-

(Y/N): Yeah I can hear them out there.

Soap: It gets worse. Steel Rain is with them.

(Y/N): I thought that bastard was dead.

Soap: Doesn't matter, somepony is out there and they're wearing his armor. Cannons included.

You finally slapped Blackjack awake and took your pistol off the table while she shook the sleep from her eyes.

Blackjack: What's going on?

(Y/N): Rangers, and they're being led by Steel Rain. (fumbling with grenades)

Blackjack: (eyes widen) Oh no. He probably won't be too happy to see me.

Soap: (sarcastically) Oh gee I wonder why? Hey, weasel.

(Y/N): (pissed off) What!

Soap: Distraction procedure Charlie.

You stopped and looked at him first with bewilderment then your mouth twisted into a grin.

(Y/N): Alright. Let's rock!

You hid speakers all over the house and Soap distracted them with rocks and smoke grenades.  By the time the ringing in their ears wore off and the blindness subsided you were ready. Not knowing, or really caring, where Blackjack was at the time the plan was put into motion as you pressed a button on the last speaker and started playing a song.

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Speakers: If you like to gamble, I tell you I'm your man

You win some, lose some, it's - all - the same to me

The pleasure is to play, it makes no difference what you say

I don't share your greed, the only card I need is

The Ace Of Spades

The Ace Of Spades

Playing for the high one, dancing with the devil,

Going with the flow, it's all a game to me,

Seven or Eleven, snake eyes watching you,

Double up or quit, double stakes or split,

The Ace Of Spades

The Ace Of Spades

You know I'm born to lose, and gambling's for fools,

But that's the way I like it baby, I don't wanna live forever,

And don't forget the joker!

Pushing up the ante,

I know you've got to see me,

Read 'em and weep, the dead man's hand again,

I see it in your eyes, take one look and die,

The only thing you see, you know it's gonna be,

The Ace Of Spades

The Ace Of Spades

During that you ran through the smoke and tried to pierce armor in any way you could while Soap took shots at them so they wouldn't notice you. You didn't really remember the details of the event, only the aftermath. After the song had ended and the smoke had partially cleared you and Soap had met up.

Soap: I think they're gone. Either that or they think we ran after the song ended.

(Y/N): Yeah. I'm feeling pretty good right now.

The two of you were feeling triumphant. That is, until the wall Soap was standing next to was blown up, burying him in stone, wood, and drywall. You stared at the pile where your best friend used to be in horror, and then you saw his rifle and one of his legs that hadn't been buried. You put your hoof on the leg, checking in vain for a pulse that wasn't there. In that moment you hung your head in sorrow, sorrow that quickly gave way to rage. You picked up the gun and turned towards the hole in the wall where a ranger was standing with their back to you. You didn't know if it was the same one that blew up the wall, but that didn't matter to you. You bashed the stock of the rifle into their face and emptied what was left of Soap's magazine into their helmet. Fortunately for them there were only 6 rounds left, but you weren't going to let them off easy. You bashed the rifle's stock into them again, knocking them down. And then you laid into them, smashing their head against the floor until the helmet broke into pieces.  Even after that you kept beating them. In between hits they tried to plead with you, but you weren't listening. The smoke had cleared by then, and you saw a cable lying on the floor. Blinded by fury you began wrapping it around their neck as they continued to plead with you.

Ranger: Please, stop. I have a family!

They exclaimed, struggling to breathe with the cable wrapped firmly around their throat. You clipped the hook to an anchor in the wall.

(Y/N): Then you should have thought about that before coming after me.

You then threw both them and yourself out of the second-story window and when the two of you reached the first floor window the cable ran out of slack, resulting in a sickening snap coming from their neck. When the bloodlust subsided what just occurred hit you even harder than before and you dropped to the ground sobbing.

????: Who's the crybaby?

Blackjack: That's one of the other ponies I met. There's a third one around here somewhere.

You stopped crying and wiped your nose.

(Y/N): No there isn't. He's gone, the ranger I threw out the window with me buried him under a pile of rubble.

????: You better duck if you don't want do join him. Behind you!

You turned around in confusion before catching a hoof to the face and blacking out.

[Timeskip]

When you regained consciousness you felt yourself lying on something wooden.

????: He's waking up.

You opened your eyes to see that you were sitting in a moving cart with Blackjack, two other ponies you didn't recognize, and one you knew very well.

Blackjack: You okay?

(Y/N): What happened?

????: A ranger decked you, and that must've knocked your brain against your skull because you were out like a light.

You just nodded.

Blackjack: These are some of my friends.

(Y/N): How'd they find you?

Blackjack: (taps her leg) I sent out a distress call after getting blown to shit by Steel Rain.

(Y/N): Care to introduce me then?

Blackjack: Sure, the one who just talked to you is Ahab.

She pointed at the Pegasus wearing gutted power armor and with a strangely familiar pistol strapped to him.

Blackjack: The big one is Lacunae.

You looked at the Alicorn next to you for a second and nodded.

Blackjack: And that's-

(Y/N): I've already met Psychoshy. You don't need to explain.

Blackjack: Okay. Rampage is to your right and Lone is the one pulling this thing.

(Y/N): Didn't get to meet the whole gang, but I guess this is enough for now.

Then you thought about what happened to Soap again and let your head hang.

Blackjack: I'm sorry about what happened.

(Y/N): Don't be. It wasn't your fault, it was mine. I made him come along.

Blackjack: If it makes you feel any better, we managed to get his gun.

Ahab pushed Soap's rifle to your feet and you slung it on your back.

(Y/N): Thanks. Where are we going?

Ahab: The crazy cyberpony wants to go to some maximum-security prison.

You looked at them for a second before letting your head fall.

(Y/N): I'll stay with you until we leave the prison. Then, I don't ever want to see any of your faces again.

Blackjack: Alright. As much as I don't want you to do that, we won't stop you.

Ahab: Speak for yourself. The sooner I get done here the faster I get back to Glory.

You let out a tired sigh and saw Ahab taking swigs from a bottle of Vodka.

(Y/N): You mind passing that over here?

He looked at you and shrugged before sliding the bottle to you.

Ahab: Sure, I've got more.

(Y/N): Thanks. (takes drink) Have I met you before?

Ahab: I don't think so, I'd definitely remember meeting a weasel.

(Y/N): (finishes second drink) I ask because that gun on your leg looks really familiar.

Ahab: Oh this? This is Sally, she's been by my side for 8 years. Hasn't let me down yet.

(Y/N): That explains it. I met a buck with a gun like that, maybe. I'm pretty sure he called it Mustang though. (starts drinking what's left in the bottle)

Ahab: If that's the case then you met Ishmael. I don't like talking about him.

Blackjack: That's because he beat the shit out of you in front of a huge crowd.

Ahab: I SAID WE DON'T TALK ABOUT HIM!

Lone: Do I need to come back there?

Ahab: (kind of scared) No sir.

Lone: Good.

(Y/N): (buzzed) Sounds like he's got you by the balls.

Ahab: If I piss him off I won't have any balls.

You wobbled a little and looked at the empty bottle. For some reason the bottle looked like it had turned red.

(Y/N): Is it just me or did this thing change color?

Before any of them could answer you heard a loud gunshot and the bottle exploded in front of you, launching shattered glass into your face and making you fall out of the cart and down a hill.  You don't know how far you fell, between the rocks of various sizes biting into all parts of your body and the stinging from the glass in your face time really wasn't a priority. You stopped rolling when you hit the side of something. Blinking through the blood that was running into your eyes you saw that you had collided with a house that seemed empty. You hissed as you stood up and went inside, hoping to find a mirror you could use. Although when you got inside you were greeted with an electrical shock that left you on the floor and slowly blacking out.

????: I think you gave him too much of a jolt.

????: How was I supposed to know that he was gonna come in all beaten and cut up?

Your vision finally faded to black and you slipped into a dreamless sleep.

[Timeskip]

You felt something gently nudging you when you came to.

????: Hey fella. You still alive?

Correction, a mare was nudging you awake.

(Y/N): (groans)

????: See Spark, I told you he was still alive.

Spark: You were lucky Twinkle.

Twinkle: I still did it. How are you feeling there pal?

(Y/N): (strained) Everything hurts.

Twinkle: That's probably going to be the case for a bit. You were riddled with glass shrapnel and had a shit-ton of thorns in your armor.

Your vision returned to normal and you saw the two mares.

(Y/N): Why'd you two help me? (has a sudden thought) Please don't do anything horrible to me.

Spark: We wouldn't have saved you if we were going to kill you.

Twinkle: (reaches out a hoof to gently pet your cheek) And we wouldn't force you into having sex with either of us.

You let out a pained wheeze resembling a sigh and remembered something.

(Y/N): Can I ask you something.

Twinkle: Sure.

(Y/N): Can you come a little closer?

They obliged. You leaned in and whispered something in their ears. After which the looked at each other and then back at you.

Spark: (grins) I think we can arrange that.

[Timeskip]

A little while later you were slowly trotting through the wasteland again having left two very satisfied mares behind.

(Y/N): At least I can say I'm not a virgin anymore.

You came upon another abandoned house and decided you would stay the night if there wasn't anypony there. After your encounter with Spark and Twinkle you weren't taking any chances. Levitating your rifle in front of you, you slowly made your way through the house. Then you heard a voice, it was faint but it was real. You moved closer to where it was coming from and as you did you could make out more and more of what it was saying. You couldn't put your hoof on why it sounded so familiar to you though.

????: He never suspected a thing. ... The rangers made faking my death a lot easier than I had anticipated. When are we to rendezvous? ... Yes sir.

Then it hit you, you realized who was speaking. And sure enough when you reached the source you saw him with his back turned to you.

(Y/N): (confused) Soap?

The scared Pegasus froze and quickly turned to face you.

Soap: (scared) O-oh hey there (Y-y/N).

(Y/N): (aiming at his head) You've got until the count of five to explain what's going on to me.

Soap stuttered through the explanation and revealed to you that he was with the Enclave and his friendship with you was nothing more than a hoax. Now you were angrier than you were when you thought he was dead.

(Y/N): Give me one good reason why I should let you live.

He backed up against the wall continuing to stutter and stammer before fumbling with a beam pistol and ultimately dropping it.

(Y/N): Wrong answer.

You opened fire on your former friend and left the house.

(Y/N): I can go a little while longer without sleep.

You had lost track of where you were now when you came across another mare with a rifle on her back.

(Y/N): Hello there miss. Could you give me directions to Manehattan?

????: Yeah it's about six feet beneath you.

(Y/N): Wha-

Before you could finish the question you got shot in the stomach.

(Y/N): (bleeding, wheezing) Why?

????: Because you got in the way. I would've killed my bastard of a father if you weren't there. So I'm making sure it doesn't happen again.

After that she left you there. You were barely able to get up and the most you could do in terms of movement was limp forward, so you did that. And then you collapsed, resigning to your fate.

(Y/N): (weakly) Heh, looks like the dirty weasel outlived the squeaky clean soldier.

As your vision faded the last thing you saw was three strange ponies, and the last thing you felt was them dragging you.

{The End}

Ugh, Mien Gott. I'm ashamed of how long this took me. I wonder what happened to the old me that could burn through writing a chapter in a week. Maybe I'm losing my to-

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Are you getting that too? I need to get a better modem. Otherwise It's gonna keep cutting out like that. Anyway, the next chapter is not going to be a character from FoE so those of you who hate this will have something to look forward to.