Fallout Equestria: Souls

Act 1 - Part 4 : Bugbear

Waste Land Survival Lesson 7:
“Always be prepared to run.”

“Why the hay did you do that!?” Second yelled to Flower as the massive beast chased them down the deserted street.

Hoof’s eyes went wide as they galloped. I’m sure if he wasn’t too busy running for his life he would have face hoofed. “I was calling for you, Rock, not a rock!”

“What?” Rock asked in a puzzled tone, and then gave a look of realization. “Oh, I’m Rock!”

“Do bears normally carry axes? That just seems odd for some reason.” Flower called to Hoof.

Second turned his head around to look back in confusion and then screamed in terror “That’s not a bear!”

Rock had trailed behind Hoof quite a bit, to the point that he was near the edge of my circle of perception, and the “bear” was entering it from the other end. Now that it was clear, I could see that this behemoth had a head and back legs like a pony with the body and front legs of a bear. It was trundling forwards at great speed using just three legs, due to it holding a massive crude axe in one of its front paws. The weapon looked like a sharpened pony shoulder bone tied to a street sign post!

“Down this way!” Hoof called out as he darted down a narrow alley between two buildings.

Flower caught up and dove down the alley with the bear-thing much too close for comfort. The space between the buildings was too small for the creature to get through, but it lunged a massive paw at the yellow pony. Flower was jerked back with a shriek as the claws managed to grab puffy white tail hair.

Second was half way up a massive pile of rubble that blocked half the alley when Flower’s scream caused him to look back and see the giant thing trying to drag out the struggling pony. His horn flared with blue-gray light as the same glow surrounded Flower's body.

With a sudden telekinetic yank, Rock was pulled free as long fluffy clumps of tail hair tore off and remained in the monster’s claws. After taking a couple futile swipes the pony-bear creature gave out an angry bellow, that sound like half whinny and half roar, and then ran down the street away from the alley.

“Shut up and keep moving! That thing may find another way around to us!” Second called back as he returned to scrambling up the hill of debris.

After some very brief tail maintenance, the Stable pony galloped up to the obstructing rubble and began to climb. Flower’s progression was much slower than Second’s, who was already waiting at the top, and every other step seemed to induce a pained grimace.

“I can’t climb with these things on my back.” Rock panted just over half way up the massive pile.

“For crying out loud…” Hoof grumbled. “You have got to be the weakest earth pony I have ever met!” and with that he magically lifted the saddle bags off of Flower, causing a startled yelp, and set them on his own back. “Now hurry!”

Without the saddlebags Flower made quick work of the mountain of debris and was soon at the top with Second. The other side of the rubble was covered with a mostly intact wall that had fallen away from the adjacent building, allowing for a speedy (albeit barely controlled) descent.

“I think we lost…” Second started as he cautiously poked his head out from the alley, only to be interrupted by a massive whinny-roar.

The massive half pony creature stepped out from behind a ruined sky wagon. It was waiting for them this whole time!?

“Across the street! Quick!” Second shouted and galloped towards the arched entrances of a tall orange-brick building opposite from the alley, with Rock close behind.

The bear thing charged as the merchant ran past and swung its massive axe down, missing Second and causing Flower to nearly run into it. With a quick leap to the left, the yellow pony dove around it and galloped through the building’s last archway moments after Hoof entered the first.

With a roar of frustration the giant creature spun around smashed against the front of the building with its massive paws. Bricks that withstood a hundred years of weathering and neglect crumbled against the onslaught, and the archways shook as the monster pounded at the wall.

“He’s going to bring the whole place down on us! Run!” Hoof called across the building’s massive foyer to Rock.

As they ran, there was the sound like an avalanche behind them as the front archways collapsed, bringing half the front wall down with them. Luckily, this seemed to have blocked off any way for the bear thing to get in. Unluckily, this also blocked off the way out.

“Well that bought us some time.” Hoof said as he slowed to a trot. He then called to Flower, who was still on the other side of the large marble floored lobby, “Now we just need to find a…”

He was cut off by a horrendous sound of twisting metal and crumbling brick. In an instant the ceiling above them began to sag and buckle. The two ponies just barely managed to dive to the walls on either side of the vestibule as the ceiling, I guess due to the lack of support from the arches, crashed down to the floor. The room was instantly filled with a massive dust cloud, obscuring my view of everything, and the cacophony of the contents of the floor above us crashing down.

Second coughed against the dust and kicked away a stray timber that missed impaling him by centimeters. “Are you ok Rock?”

“Yeah. Other than covered in dust and a few splinters.” Flower called back through the dust.

As the dust settled I could finally see the full extent of the damage. Not only had the ceiling collapsed, but the weight of it caused the middle of the floor to crash down into the basement, and then that into the subbasement! Now a massive chasm separated the two ponies.

“I don’t think my magic is strong enough to float you over, hold on…” Second called out while looking around quickly. He then spotted a door on his of the room, galloping over he pushed it open. “I found a door leading out!” He called back across the gap to Flower. “See if you can find one on your side!”

“I found a door!” Flower called back, causing Second to sigh with relief, and then added “It leads to stairs going up.”

“Great.” Second face-hoofed and then stuck his head out the door, looking upwards. After scanning the skyline a moment he called back across what was left of the room to Rock. “Ok, here’s the plan. You climb up the stairs and try to find another way out. Maybe there’s a fire escape, or you could get down through another building across the roof. I’ll see if I can draw away that pony-bear-thing, since I have all the weapons with me. There’s a giant green skyscraper a few blocks from here, you can see it anywhere in the city, we’ll meet back up there.”

“Climb up, get down, meet at green tower. Got it.” Flower quickly summarized with a smile. “Anything else?”

“Don’t get killed. There may be more of those bear things in this city, or other things just as dangerous. Take one of my guns with you.” Hoof said as his horn began to glow

“No thanks.” Flower said waving a hoof. “Those things hurt my mouth to fire. I’ll keep an eye out for something better while exploring though.”

“What? Exploring?! This isn’t some sort of…” Hoof started, still levitating a pistol out of his saddle bag, but then stopped with a smile. “Actually, that’s a good idea.” He said while putting away the gun and moving to the door. “See what you can come up with and tell me all about it when we meet up!”

Hoof carefully looked through the door to make sure the coast was clear, only an empty street greeted him. With a sigh of relief he stepped out. Then, just as the door clicked shut, there was a not-too-distant roar.

Frantically, the unicorn tried to open the door with his magic, but the thing must have been made to only open from the inside. He began galloping wildly down the street as the distant blur of the pony creature rounded a corner and charged after him.

Why was this thing so determined to follow Second? I doubt that he could be all that tasty or…

I didn’t notice before, but once the door closed I couldn’t see Rock any more. Now I was being dragged along as Hoof runs for his life.

What kind of ghost am I if I can’t even stick with the pony that I’m haunting?!

~~~***~~~

Hoof managed to lose the bear-monster, I should come up with a name for it, by squeezing through another narrow alley and was now going down an abandoned street at a fast trot.

Rock was the one who killed me, even if it was an accident, so it made some kind of sense that it was Rock that I was haunting. So why is it that I’m suddenly stuck with Hoof? Was my time being tethered to Rock already over and now I’ve moved on to whichever pony is around? Like some kind of supernatural parasite that just floats from one host to the next? Or was Hoof somehow also responsible for my death and I’m destined to bounce between the two like an afterlife time share?

This better not be some kind of last will and testament thing. It’s too early to be giving up.

“We got separated. I have no idea where she is. I have no idea where the bear is.”

Yeah, good luck with that. You may just wind up haunting the bear-thing, or somepony near the bear for no reason.

Hey now, it was your idea to save somepony from that thing. It was noble goal, albeit very foolhardy. Also, you did want the bear-thing away from that pony and Rock did just that.

“Oh crap! I think it found me!” Second proclaimed into the recorder and stuffed it into his saddlebags just as the beast leapt from between the buildings with a snarl. The dark olive pony scrambled away from the bear-thing, barely avoiding being pounced on.

Then a mighty paw swung out and slammed into Hoof’s side with a metallic crunch, sending him tumbling across the street. Either he was part cyber-pony, or the sprite bot in his bags just saved his life by absorbing most of the impact.

“Aarrrhg!” Second screamed in pain while getting up, then pressed a hoof to his side. “Gaah!” It’s hard to see with his saddlebags on, but it sounds like that blow cracked a rib.

Grunting, Second began to run the best he could away from the bear-thing. “Why are you chasing me?! I didn’t even throw the rock at you!” he called back.

The unicorn’s horn began to glow and two pistols floated out of his saddle bags. He fired blindly behind him at the creature as he ran, but given the size of the thing and its unnerving proximity, most still hit.

When the guns both clicked empty he stuffed them back into his bags and levitated out two rifles.

“Why…” Second started while firing the higher caliber weapons back at the beast. The more powerful guns punched holes in the creature when they hit, but it hardly noticed.

“Won’t…” He continued as the rifles ran dry and he stuffed them back into his bags. His telekinesis then pulled out a silenced pistol and a shotgun. The rather odd mix of weapons was doubly useless though, as the pistol lacked the power and the shotgun lacked the range to harm the bear-pony.

“You…” Hoof returned the loud and quiet guns to the bags once they were both empty. Did he really have only one round or ammo for each weapon he carried?

Out of desperation he lit a stick of dynamite and dropped it in the path of the charging beast, then without even pausing he armed and dropped three land mines. The pony-bear simply charged past the dynamite before it even exploded, and only one of the three mines detonated close enough to cause a pained roar.

“Stop!!” Second screamed as he levitated out what must have been his very last weapon, Flower’s odd red pistol. He pointed it back towards the now lightly singed creature that was still in hot pursuit and…

With a look of puzzlement, Second floated it in front of him as he ran. I could see all around it as it floated but I couldn’t find any kind of trigger, and I guess he couldn’t either. Carved all over the surface of the weapon were strange symbols and patterns. Perhaps the triggering mechanism was hidden among them.

Judging from the frustration on Hoof’s face, he must have made the same discovery.

His profanity was cut off suddenly when, paying more attention to the pistol than where he was going, Second ran right into an open pony-hole and splashed down into 100 year old sewer water.

The beast stuck its massive head down the pony-hole, then quickly pulled it back out, letting loose a disgusted roar as it ran off.

~~~***~~~

After waiting to make sure that the pony-bear was really gone, Hoof climbed out of the horrid water and onto an elevated edge. He then proceeded to vomit.

Did that hit the bear-thing got in do some serious internal damage? Or maybe he’s been dealing with severe magical radiation poisoning…

“Ugh. That tasted better the first time…” Second said with a groan and wiped his muzzle with a hoof.

Oh yeah… He’s been eating practically nothing but off color tomato soup for the past 3 days. You had me worried there for a second Second!

The pony-hole that he fell down from was positioned high above the slowly moving waste water, so there was no simple way to get back out that way. Hoof must have noticed this too since he started to walk along the narrow ledge and looking down each intersection he came across, presumably searching for a way out.

Finally, after walking along the sewers for several blocks, Second came across a ladder that lead up to a covered pony-hole. Using his magic, Hoof strained to telekinetically lift the heavy round cover barely up from the hole. The sewer was then filled with the sound of metal scraping across concrete as he struggled to magically push it aside. Pausing a moment to catch his breath, which must be an unpleasant thing to have to do in a sewer, Second placed his fore-hooves on one of the rungs of the ladder and began to climb.

Funny invention, ladders, they are really awkward for just about anypony to climb. They seem better suited for bipedal beings such as minotaurs or hellhounds. You would think with all the incredible prewar advances that ponykind came up with, they would figure out a better way for a pony to climb vertically.

When Second fully climbed out of the pony-hole, he was met by two ponies in tattered pre-war pinstriped suits.

They must have noticed the sound of the pony-hole cover being moved around and came to investigate. Second is just having no manner of luck today.

“Now what do we have here?” The smaller of the two, a weaselly looking purplish earth pony with a long neck, walked up to Second. “I haven’t seen you in these parts before. Whatcha selling, merchant?”

Taking a sudden step back, the gang member put a hoof over his nose. “Pewh! You’re selling stink apparently. Well, even a stink seller has to have the right papers around here. Let’s see your license.”

“What?” Second asked confused. “I don’t know anything about any license. I’m just trying to…”

“Wrong answer merchant.” The Yune-Yun pony interrupted. “Brick, show this merchant the initial penalty for not having a license.”

The, apply named, large brick-red earth pony walked up to Second and struck him across the face with a fore-hoof.

The Yune-Yun clan controls all manner of trade in the city, and they extort bits from anypony who tries to set up shop. You can’t even scavenge without paying exorbitantly high dues. Only the most desperate traders, or the most foolish, come here to do business. The lack of any reasonable trade in this area is also why there is almost nopony living in the city. The stupid bunch of gangsters are shooting themselves in the hoof with this overaggressive tactic. They would make more bits if they encouraged trade with lower fees and the promise of security instead of brutality.

Hoof staggered back with a gasp. “There’s no need to be violent! I’m not here to buy, or sell, or trade anything! I’m just passing through with a friend of mine, and the stupid mare threw a rock at a gigantic mutant bear pony thing!”

“Ha!” The smaller gang member snorted, still covering his nose from the stench. “This horn head is afraid of Kodiak! That bear’s growl is worse than her bite. Only reason Heartwood gets to keep his little pet is because he always pays the Yune-Yun his dues.”

The purplish pony then walked closer to Second. “Speaking of which, I’m going to ask you one more time…”

“Look, I think we’re talking about a different bear. Unless this Kodiak of yours is like ten meters long, giant, half pony, and…” Second’s eyes went wide suddenly a he shot a hoof out, pointing past the earth pony. “RIGHT BEHIND YOU!”

The gangster turned his head just in time to see the massive creature, which somehow snuck up during the exchange, rear up with its axe between its forepaws. It then slammed its weapon down with so much force that the purple pony was cleaved in two instantly.

“Gahh! Ahh! Ahhh!” Hoof shrieked as he was suddenly drenched in blood and gore, he frantically started trying to wipe the Yune-Yun pony off of him.

Fortunately, self-preservation must have finally overridden visceral disgust and Hoof ran while the monster turned its attention to Brick.

~~~***~~~

Hoof managed to gallop all the way to the green skyscraper without any injury or mishap. I guess that the bear-pony was too busy having a Yune-Yun lunch to catch up.

Maybe I should call that thing a ponbear? Bearony? Brony? No, those are stupid names…

Waiting on the steps to the tall building was Rock, wearing a big smile. “Heya Second! Where’s the bear?”

“I managed to lose it for a while, but I’m betting it will somehow find me soon enough.” Hoof said with a sigh as he began to climb the steps. I bet he was thinking that Rock was way too chipper compared to all that he just went through.

“Oh good.” The stable pony pointed at a large sack that rested at the top of the stairs. “I put together something that should stop it.”

“Well,” Flower started cheerfully. “I followed your suggestion and climbed up to the top of the building we were in then jumped across to the next building to find a way back down. That building was owned by the mister of war tech and.”

“Right, that. Well the upper levels were full of all kinds of weapons and stuff. Mostly just big guns and stuff, but some things matched your description of explosives! So I took four big grenade things, linked them to the proximity detector of a landmine, and stuffed them all in this bag. Once I turn it on it should blow up really nice once the bear gets close enough!”

Second suddenly stopped prodding the bag with a hoof. “What? Where did you learn to make a satchel charge?”

“Oh, it already has a name?” Flower pouted a little. “I was going to call it the ‘big-bag-o’-boom’. I don’t think I learned it anywhere. I just put the parts together the way that seemed right. Like how I fixed up my Soup Stone.”

Hoof gave an impressed whistle. I guess his frustration of Flower having a better afternoon was overshadowed by the display of technical aptitude.

“By the way, here’s your fake gun back.” Hoof’s horn glowed and the red wooden gun floated out of his saddle bag and was inserted into a foreleg pocket of Flower’s jumpsuit.

“Yay! Thanks, I thought I lost it somewhere.” Rock then did a double take at Hoof, as if just noticing his current appearance. “Oh my, you look horrible and smell even worse!”

Hoof’s face was bruised up, his mane was matted with drying Yune-Yun gore, his clothes were soaked with hundred year old sewage, and everywhere else was covered with dirt and filth.

“Yeah, well you look…” He started, then his eyes widened. “Surprisingly clean and…” he sniffed. “Smelling like a rose?!”

“Oh, so that’s what this scent is. It’s a little too flowery for me, but I didn’t have many options.”

“Well, while I was exploring the other building I found a living space that still had power and running water. Since I never got to have my bath at the last place we stopped at, and I was all covered in dust, I decided to have a hot bath. The pony that owned the place must have really liked roses, since all the soaps and shampoos smelled like it.”

Second face-hoofed. I feel for you, some ponies have all the luck. What are the odds that the same pony would find two working baths with clean water in the middle of a des…

Oh, that’s not good. Flower’s Pip-Buck is reading nearly to the yellow. The water must not have been clean, and Rock didn’t realize what that sound meant. A few more rads and we’re going to start having a rather sick Stable pony on our hooves.

Well on Hoof’s hooves, I don’t have mine any more. I just hope that he notices before Flower gets worse.

“That’s it! We’re going back there right now!” Hoof declared and started walking down the steps.

“We can’t.” Flower called to the unicorn. “The only way I found to get out was by jumping off a second story balcony into a pile of boxes. There’s no way to get back in from the ground.”

Hoof stopped in his tracks and sighed. “Of course.” Turning back around Hoof slowly trotted back up the steps to Flower. “I don’t suppose you found anyplace with healing items did you?”

“Actually I did!” Flower smiled. “While waiting for you, I looked around the lobby of this tower and there was a list of all the offices in here. One of them was something like ‘Happy Hoof Medical’, they might have some healing stuff.”

“But…?” Hoof asked. With how his day was going, I doubt he figured it would be easy.

~~~***~~~

The long climb up the thirty flights of stairs was painfully tedious, and in Second’s case just plain painful, if the grimace he wore after the first dozen flights was to go by.

Flower seemed to take the climb with ease, barely breaking a sweat. This was most likely due to the combination of not having spent the past few hours on the run from a bear-pony, not having to carry Hoof’s over laden saddle bags, not having possibly cracked ribs, and keeping a leisurely pace half a flight behind the merchant pony.

Rock claimed that this last point was in order to catch Hoof if he fell and to watch his back for any surprise assault. Personally, I think it wasn’t Second’s back that Flower was concerned about being watched.

Or maybe it was just to stay upwind. I still don’t know just how rank Hoof currently smells.

One interesting fact that I discovered with they climbed was that my field of perception isn’t a vertical cylinder like I pictured it, but actually a large sphere. The same circular limit of clarity extended up and down the stairs, curving inwards at the corners, and in the center was Flower once again…

I give up trying to figure out who the heck I’m haunting or why. It’s like I’m some kind of ethereal relay baton.

At least Hoof finally had a bit of good luck once we reached the clinic, which of course was located at the farthest corner from the stairs. Apparently the combination of the ridiculous climb and the Yune-Yun’s discouragement of independent scavenging resulted in the clinic being almost untouched and fully stocked.

Second wasted no time in stuffing every pouch and pocket the he and Flower had with all manner of healing items. From super healing potions to magical bandages, from Rad-X to fixer, even a couple doctor bags and splits for good measure.

I got the impression that he expects the rest of their journey to not be smooth sailing.

Hoof was in the middle of drinking a healing potion when he suddenly stopped with his ears perked up.

“Wow, I didn’t even hear that. You’ve got good ears Second.” Rock said while playing with a stethoscope.

“That sound is going to give me nightmares for years…” Hoof then gave a shudder and walked out of the clinic and into the main hall, Rock close behind.

They walked over to a row of blown out windows and peered down to the street. At least I’m assuming that’s what they were looking at, the ground was much too far away for my perception and aside from a circular chunk of the building I could only make out a gray and brown blur all directions.

“Here it comes!” Second said with an edge of fear in his voice. “How does it keep finding me?”

“Good point. Well, I hope that your satchel charge can at least slow it down. I threw three land mines at it and it just shrugged them off.”

I just hope for your sake that it uses the front entrance where Rock set it, and not just smashes through a wall...

“Yeah. Big, glowy, egg shaped bombs that made my pip-buck say ‘Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick’, so I called them Ticky Bombs. I figured four would be enough for a thing that size.”

Hoof’s eyes went wide with realization and yelled “You what?! Are you out of your little pony mind!? Get down!” and then dove to the floor below the window pane.

Flower just looked down at the merchant in confusion for a moment before he pulled the yellow pony down with him.

Half a moment later the view outside the window changed from a brow-gray blur into a violent fiery green-gold wave and horrible noise.

Somewhere, far on the ground below, the pony-bear thing was just vaporized by four balefire eggs.

As soon as the roar of the explosion and the noise of distant wagon alarms died away, Second sprang to his hooves and began to gallop down the long hall back towards the stairs.

“Come on Rock! That blast might bring this whole place dow…” His call was interrupted by a monstrous roar of snapping steal, breaking glass, and crumbling concrete.

The hall lurched violently, and then all the glass and debris began to slowly tumble across the floor towards the direction of the stairs, as if even the rubble wanted to escape.

Rock’s hooves began to slide forwards as the pace of the surreal wreckage exodus increased. Second continued to gallop away, but his legs tangled under him and he rolled end over end towards the fall wall.

Now Flower is dangling almost horizontally, hooves locked over the side of the window pane. It’s like all of gravity is rotating to the…

Well, add being able to tell which way is up without reference to the skills I have lost.

Flower screamed and was pulled suddenly back away from the window and towards the wall. No, that’s now upwards, not backwards.

For a horrifyingly long moment Flower was plastered by g-forces onto the wall, while Hoof lay in a blurry pile between two windows far down the other end of the hall.

Then the moment was over and gravity reasserted it’s self with a vengeance as the free-fall of the tower violently ground to a halt.

It must have hit a building across the street which stopped it from just falling to the pavement.

The floor, now a near vertical wall, burst apart with the force of the shuddering stop and Flower was violently thrown down across it. If the angle was any steeper the poor stable pony would have fallen straight down to the smashed open windows below. Now it was only like being propelled down a gigantic cheese grater of shattered concrete and jagged rebar.

Rock’s descent was halted suddenly half way down the hall with the sound of ripping fabric and a scream of pain.

A sharp hook of metal jutting up from the floor-wall had snagged and torn through the back of Flower’s Stable jumpsuit, scraping along the stable pony’s back as it went, and getting caught on the thicker fabric of the collar.

From the bottom edge of my perception I noticed movement between two windows on the wall, now floor. Hoof extricated himself from the pile of dust and debris that fell his way during the crash.

Flower’s eyes went wide at that suggestion. “N, no! I won’t take it off!”

“What?!” Hoof called up in disbelief. “Why the heck… Forget it, whatever the reason, it’s too stupid to die for! Just get it off!”

The stable pony tried to squirm free of the hook, but only ended up gasping in pain.

“Ok…” With a look bordering on total panic, Flower lifted a hoof to the jump suit zipper. “But close your eyes!”

“Now’s not the time for modesty! I have to see you so I can catch you. I don’t know how it was in your stable but most ponies don’t normally even wear clothes! Just get yourself free! I’ll catch you with my magic.”

As if on cue, the tower shuttered with the sound of twisting metal and crushing stone.

In a panic Rock pulled the zipper down in one motion just as the hall tipped down another degree.

Like an awkward cazadorable struggling from its cocoon, the stable pony tumbled out of the jumpsuit, wings unfolding and flapping spastically while falling to a stunned Second Hoof.

“What the hell.. You’re a…” Was all that he got out before Rock landed on him with a loud thud.

Flower reach a hoof out to grab her jumpsuit as it fell down with me, dislodged from the hook by that last shift, but it was just out of reach and sailed past the yellow pegasus’ hoof and out through the window.

Down through the gap between the now horizontal tower and the split open street below.

This would be terrifying if it wasn’t so damn confusing! And if I wasn’t already dead!

I want to see death’s manager, this confusion has gone on for too long, I want some answers!

Or the below ground. This seems to be some kind of metro station that the crack in the pavement, caused no doubt by Flower’s ‘Ticky Bombs’, exposed to the surface.

“I can feel your presences, you don’t need to hide.” The voice called out from the darkness again.

A pony shaped shadow pulled itself from a dark alcove and cautiously trotted towards where the jumpsuit lay.

The solid deep black of the pony shape then changed to a curious amber color, with darker orange stripes.

Umm, I’m here. Don’t tell me that you can actually feel me here. I’ve got my hopes up too many times already…

The zebra then bent his head down and rummaged through Flower’s jumpsuit. A moment later he pulled the odd red wooden gun out with his mouth and then dropped it in a hoof.

Author note:
This was the big reveal chapter! Not only was Rock's "mutation" revealed, but more on the nature of the narrator's predicament came to light! But there are still many mysteries ahoof... Who is this colourful zebra? What was with that freaky mutant pony-bear? Why does Rock think she's a mutant? Will Hoof ever catch a break? Keep reading, watching, and listening for more!

Huge thanks to all my editors!
My Souls editors Nyerguds and Hidden_Fortune, without whom this fic would be 20% lamer.
My Sights editor Julep, who keeps all the pictures nice and derp free!
My Sounds editor No One, whose constant encouragement is what got this insanity off the ground to begin with (and for making FoE: Heroes the best Fallout Equestria side fic ever)!

Fallout Equestria: Souls

by JustMoth

Act 1 - Part 4 : Bugbear