Fallout: Equestia – Unscrewed Audio Files

by MuseoSansPony


Audio Log #007: Mysteries and Cover-ups

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Dear sweet Celestia. How could this have happened?

I finally located my recorder and I found a recording on it. Bedside, dear Celestia, why would anypony do that to such a helpless mare? It makes me sick.

The worst part is, the board is covering it up. They just fired Bedside and swept the rest under the rug–Not like Screwloose is going to come forward with and accusation in her mental state. The only evidence is the recording–which I have been ordered to delete.

I should probably delete this too even if it goes against every fiber of my being.

Though, ever since Littlehorn and Celestia’s abdication, Luna has rearranged the government. The Ministry of Peace, run by her shyness: Fluttershy, is now in charge of hospitals across Equestria. Her ministry–though from what I’ve heard not the mare herself–has cut funding to our establishment because we don’t meet the new standards for care.

As is, the hospital is bordering on bankruptcy. If this Bedside debacle got out, the lawsuit would run us into the ground. I may not like it, but it is how it has to be.

I’m sorry Screwloose, one scum bag goes free, but we still have a hospital and another day to try to cure you of your psychosis. Once that happens you can drag Bedside Manner to court and make him pay.

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No! No! NO! Stupid recorder! I just wanted to record! Not play one of those tartarus damned native files!

**sobbing**

**sniffle**labored breath** Celestia damn those doctors. They let Beh–**gaging**–They let him get away with it. I hope whatever stable they went to turns out to be a deathtrap.

I hope he dies in a megaspell crater.

**sniffle** What was I going to say before YOU decided to bring up the past again?

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Oh–my coat and mane have completely fallen out and my skin is becoming very dry and cracking in places. It is odd that is doesn't really hurt. I’m not sure if I should be worried or not.

**sigh** I don’t really feel like talking anymore.

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You're not stupid, I didn’t mean that. You're just damaged goods–like–like me.

I’m regretting not having Gizmo fix you, though.

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Just please don’t play anymore native recordings. Gizmo was wrong it isn’t therapeutic. Knowledge is painful. I’d rather not know.

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The recording didn’t stop did it? I see somepony else on the road. Big and made of metal, but still pony shaped. My–**sigh**–dog instincts say I should bark at him until he goes away.

I don’t want to scare another pony. Gizmo worked out–til I bit him.

**heavy metal hooves approaching**

(Other pony) You don’t look too well, are you alright?

Dosed with magical radiation, feeling great.

(Other pony) You never took any RadAway?

That a drug?

(Other pony) A rad purging potion. Non-addictive if that is what you are wondering. How are you not familiar with it?

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(Other pony) Your gown. Were you a hospital patient before–

The megaspells fell? Yeah, Ponyville Hospital Psych Ward.

(Other pony) A small town Hospital. Not a primary target. In care of mentally unstable patients. Still, MoP run hospitals always had some on hoof.

Ponyville Hospital wasn’t MoP run. They cut funding due to care not meeting standards.

(Other pony) I see. So what brings you down this way?

I’m heading to Canterlot to find out about my sis. If she is safe in a stable or–or not.

(Other pony) I was in Zebratown when the megaspells fell. Canterlot is nothing but a deathtrap now. Littlehorn Agent. Instant death to anypony. I’m sorry, if your sister was there. She is dead.

No. I refuse to believe that unless I have definitive proof.

(Other pony) Then it is your funeral. Only death is in that direction.

I’m still going.

(Other pony) Best of luck to you then.

**receding heavy metal hoofsteps**

(Other pony) **a distance away** I hope you find her Screwloose.

I–I don’t recall giving my name.

(Other pony) **a distance away** You didn’t. I’m sorry. The logs on your recorder will explain.

Tell me, who are you?

(Other pony) **a distance away** Nopony important.

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