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// W̩̘̟̥̭̥̻̤h̲̟͉̼̤͡a̴̧̫̺̝t̵̯ ͝͏̞͟Á̴̘ ̳̟̝́T͏̛͈̙͕e̢̯͚̥͔̳̪̬͘r̵̴̘̼̝͎͍̟̕ͅŗ͕̮̙͉̙̳͚i̛̛͙͖̣͡b̳̠̘̯̦̼l҉̹̥̼͍̣͜e̺̤̕͝ ̵̸̼̪F̯͉̳͇͎͚̙͙̕͜͜a͈͖̖͎̩̯̺̕͟t̩͕͖̺̩͢e͔͙̜̺͖͡ 
// Story: Fallout Equestria: Brass Sentinel 
// by Chemtest 
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I hear a voice speak near me, “W͙̞̫͚̪h̩̖͘ͅa̻̪̞̗̻̮̼t͎̤ ̴̟̭̠a̜͈͇͙̭̩ ̞̲ț͙e͓͉r̼͔̪̯r͖̞͔͎̱i̷̦̰b̻̦̟͎̳͚l͔̦̹̫͇͖͡e̛͔̯͖ ̶͖̗f̢̗̟̺͍a͓̭͕̰t͈̣̀e̪.̛̙̦̗̙ ̖͇͡I̸͍͓ ͇͢c̛a͈̞̭̮ń̲ ̩͈͞h̯̣̤͉͟e̵l̼p̣̭̳̯̮͖͘ ̢͉̗̱̻͚̩̬y̺̤̠͙̱ọ̱͎ú̬͎̥̩̜͈̥,̬̗̤͕͍͟ ̘̝̭̻͍̱̪̕S̩͞e̻͙͖̰͇̫̕nt̜̭̟͎͕̟͈͡i͎̙͉̗̬̫n̯̻͙̟̲̩̲e͕̝̘̝̦͘l̵̥̗͇,̢͚͇̥̗̭ͅͅ ̼̫͚̬͢f̙̪͎̕i̯͍̺͙x ̷̗͔t͓͍his͖̭̦͙ ̶f̰̗̗͉̠a͇te͖.̮̭̖̝̩ ̮͙ͅḬ̙̩̝̱̱͍ ͍͖̲̥͍s͔͔̩͝h̨̦͔̳͉͖͙a͖͔̱̠̥̰l̬̪͇̬̩l͇͜ ̩̰̜̫̜̟͔d̲ó̻̭̦̭̙̻̦ s̖̻̹̳̗̪͡o̵̻̰̮̮͍͕̖ ̣̗̱̺͖͎̫as̥̳̣̠̣ ̧a͠ ̥̜̘̩͚͖ǵ̜̭i̶̹͙̣̝͚f̤͉͈̠͓͞t̶̟͎̮̦̣̪.”

I look up to see what is speaking, and see a pony with no eyes standing there. The void that is his eyes and mouth leaking blood, and stained red. As if I care what they look like, “What the hell are you talking about.”

It simply smiles, almost sickening me to look at. I can hear pained gasps all around me, and I look around to see all of my friends alive, “T̮̭̳̰̜̬h̗͠aț͔͉͙̻ͅ,̠̀ ҉̯̘̰͚̗i̢̞̰͚̫̮̮͔s̲̱̗̬̥͔ ̥͜ẃ̯̜h͎̮̲͓̯̪͇͞a͏̮t͜ ̞̗̺̜͈W̳̺̠͠è̯̻’̹̹̮̫̜̺͢ṟ̴͚̟̮̩e̗͕̦̺̟̲͖ ̘͜t̡͙a̠̗͚͇l͈̜̹͢k̛̮̰͇̤i͖̰͓̟͜ņ̤̤̥̠g̵ ab̸͈̦̭̹o̖̲͡u̮͢ṯ͉̞,҉̰̲̝̹̞ ̹Ś̗e͇̗̙̼͉̝n̩̩̫̫̺͟t͇̼̲͢i̫̬̼̘n̼̘̟ͅe̟͍̦̙̙͔l̠.̸͍͍̞̥ ̲͕͕͠T͚̫̫͎͓̥͡h̖̠̦̱̳̮̫a̪͖̻t̷̟̖ ̱͈͔̖̪̺͟t̘͔̗̱͟ͅa̰̭̮s̨t̩̼̟e҉͚̬̭͈͙ ͖̙͞of͇̙̲͙̫̞ ̖͓̰̯p̷̝̝͉̘̜̩o̢̥͖̮͕̰̰ͅw̸̰̟̬͓ẹ̰͚̀ͅr̙͙̗ ̸͎͖̥̝̱̤r̻̳̩̩̞̘̘i̥̟͉̣̯ͅg̣̼͖̹̬͈̤h̢t̫̭̪̦͟ ̛̘͕̼ṭ͎̤͕̗͝h̥̦̭̬̞̪e̹̮̞̘̟r̪͇̲̤̱e͏̥͕,̺͈́ ͟a̸̜͍̰͙̥̯̱s̴̜ ҉͖̲͍̱͉̖͕a̠͜ ̞̪g̯͚͡i̬͙͇f̖̪̗͍ͅṭ̖͈̻̝͔ ͘f̫̹͖̭̩͝r̗͉̩̹͝o͟m̻͚̖̖̟̗̜͘ ̴̫m̨̤e̫͍̞̩ ͏̟͇̟t̡̟͕̬̻̰o̙͈̲̙ ͍̺̹͠ͅyo͇͖̟̩͞u̟̳͢.̶̼̺̻͚̞̝̲ ͇̭͢A̧̞̩͚̱̯͎ṉ̸d̞̤̹͕̮ ̼̪͕͎̣̳ͅI͏̼ ͏̥̩̰̼c̯a͠ṇ̲̯̥̜ ̳̝͙g̥͠i͘v̯e͇̫̪͙ ̺̹͡y͍̠ͅǫ̯ͅu̮̥̳̜ ̧̞̞ma̴͍͈̥͈ny͚̙̦̖̞͞ ̯͎̼͈̤̼̀m͈͍̩̩̟̮̥̀ǫ̮̮̮̲̟͎̜r͏e҉̘ ̬͚̯͉̻g͈͕̰͙i҉̺̦͓͈̟f̞t͚̲̪͕͙͈s,̰̩̺͚͕̲̰ ̵̪̦̬͙̳͓̗Sen͈̠t̩͚͘ị͜n̺̞͚̟̗̗ȩl͖̼̟̙̩̲,̪͝ ̹̯͇̯̙m̦͎̮͡o̻͓̖r̛̟̭e ͚͈͘p̱͔̹͜o̢̱̝̤w͖̩͔̣͠e̢̪r̻̘̰͎̺f̣̼̥̤ͅu͈̲̺̪̦̹ͅl̝̪͙̦͎ ̖̦͙̤̲g̛i̙̠̹̯̺͔f͜t̢̜͚̮͚͙s̗̗͕̞ ͖̱t̝̣̦͓o̵̯̬̟̼̱͈̹ ͚̜̘͈̜͢a͙͘ͅl̳̙̲̙l͇̮͘ ̞̝͔̦͠o̻͖͡f̶͚ ̫̺y̩̙͖̦̱̤̦o̹͞u͔̩͇̲͢.”

I don’t trust this creature, at all, “What the hell do you want?”

It looks right into me, ”Ẃ̰̘ͅͅá̪̗͙̳̩̼͎n͔̟̗̯̳ͅͅt̠͚͚̳͜?̧ ͏̻W̤̠̫̯̞͔͡ḩ͉̲̫ỳ̳,͠ ̖̜̲͉̟̺͚́I̫̫̖̞ ̡̲̱͍̲wa̴͙͔n͏̳̙̮̱͍̦ͅţ̫̭̪͕ n͏o̮̰͓̟̮t̺̠͔̲̟͙h̭̖̭͉ị̭̮n̮͍̺̫̲g̴͙͕͖ ̛m̩̰̭͎͉̘͕o҉͍r͙̖̞e̖͓̘̕ ̰͓̙̞t̰̙h҉a̪͟ǹ ͉̦͈͉̀t̨̞͕̠̟̱̭o̢͚̙ ̨̜̺͔̭g̞iv͓̲e̻̼̺̳͙ ̛y̼̬̜̦̳ọ̣̗̤̭͜ͅu ̬͎̣a̸̹̣̻͚̳n̶ ͉̼̝̝ó͇̳̱f̫̜̣̫̠̣fe̤̰̘r͎̖͔̣.̳͕ ̗̖̩̕J̙̗͟òi̳͡n̞̟ ҉͚̣m̥e̹̹̺͎,̠̪̟̘̦͞ͅ ͏͔͖͔̟̮̱y̰͈͎̞͜o͢ų̖̥̠̗ ̷̮̯̫̻̭a̠̖̟ͅn̗͖͡d̙ ̳͢y͎̥o͖̠͖͝u͇̰̯͟r͏̗̜͈̫͖ ̷͖͔͖̲̝̠̭f̘͍r̺̣̟͍̦͙̜i̲͍̺͓̼̗͇e̢̞n̜̱d̡͚̥s̢.̸̖ ̪̼I͇̙͍̗̝͔̺ ͠c͎a͍͢n͔̗͍̠ ̷̹͙̯̗̞̫̯g̯͇ͅr̙̟̙̹̜a̰̣͚̮n͏t̝̫͉̼̩̕ ̠̯̰̦͝g̶̜̳̯̳̭͉̘i̴̤͓f̢̙̥t҉̻ͅs̖̥͟,̡̭̭̝̟ͅ ̘͇͍͉̥ͅa̠͉̰n̬̘̙d̳͢ͅ ̬͍͍͇̯̖͔͜t̫̳͍̜̮̱og̢̲͈͚͈͎ͅé͖̲͖̱tẖ̬̣̙̲̟̘̕e͚̘͙r̦̱̼͡ ̨̘̱̥̩ͅw̵͔̠͎̼̩̞e̪͕̙͓̬̭ ̣͇̤͕̮̺̟͢c͈̮͕̠̳͍̺͟a͙͈̩͉̦͔͕n̩̗ ̕ḳ̕i̻̹͓̕ͅl͎̜̩̗̳͉l̷̩̪̱̤͍ ̢͈̖̙̝e̶͕͈͓̩v̷͇eŗ̻̝̞̖͙ͅy̝̼̯̺̜̼ ̪͍̮̝r̖̬̞̬͉͙a̫̦͔͚̬̳̯i̪̪̻d͘e̶̻̜r͙̖̯͉͘ͅ,̡̘̩ ̟͎̤̱͖L͏̝e̲͕͎̲̪͇̘͝g̕ị͇̹̬o̤̯̮͚n̶̮,҉̫̲ ͟E̞ͅn̡̘̰̙̫c͈̟̞͎̱̫̭l̩̺̲̫̦a̪̩v̫͍̩̦̣̠͍e͔ ̥̠̹̬͞í̞̤͓̦̹n͓̩̦̰̣͟ ͏̥͍e̳̬̭̳͖̣ͅv̛͓͎͇e͏̳̬͕̼̺͓r̛͚̘̘̰̬̹y͢ ̶̰̦̮̫ͅu̢̯n҉̯͙͈͕i̢̮̬ve̛͖͕̼̭͔͚r̥̟͈̠͟s̨͚͙̗̙̲̬e̵̝.̕”

It doesn’t take a genius to pick something up. He doesn’t mean raider, he means everything. Although his offer is a bit tempting.

“Something so powerful we can’t comprehend it. And right now, it’s eyes are on you. It watches from behind the walls, with out order, invoking the feeling of Chaos in the worst way possible. Word of advice, don’t trust it. No matter what form he may take, you cannot afford to trust it. Dishonest, but not dishonest about being dishonest. You did me a favor, and I’m doing you one now. You’ll know it when you see it, don’t trust it.”

I look at the thing again, and realize this is what Jack was talking about. I shake my head, “Yeah, ima have to say no.”

It approaches me, ”Y̗̪o͈̩̞̟̗͟u ̟̫͞d͞a̬̭̮̲r̷e͇̱ ͡d̸̘̭̻͚̬̼̖e̩̥̲̤̩͖f͍̪̠̦͎̖̫͜y m̱̖̝̮͠e̴,̝͈ ̵̣̙̥w̲͖̳͇͟o̦̱̲̥̖̻̘r̦͇͍͘ḿ͉̩!͇ ̤̝D̺o̝̗ ̪̤̫̭y̖̥͍͞o̺̤̭̥͓͓u͍̝̻͡ ҉̞̝͎n̸̝̯ò̳̠͓̝͔̙̰t̸̙͇͓ ̨͎̼͎͔͙k̖̪̭̫͜n̺͟o͓͈̱͖w͔̪̖̼̲̭ ̛͍̯͎̭w̰̞͖̠͟h̟̫̦̖͔̕o̭̱̖̤̖̻ ̤̬I̭̻͎ ̠̦̳͕a̼̯̩̦͖͘m̀?҉͕̜͚͙͖ ͓͔̱͓͎A͏͕̻̫̬̯͈l͇͉̳̀p͞h̜̩͚̜̰͝a ͍͔̩̘a̙̣͔͖̞̮n͚̙̻̳͓̱̟d̤̹̰̜̲̲̖ ̮̘͘O͝m̙̜̣̟ͅe̛̜̰̼̞͓g͕̱̣̳á̟͓̤͙͖̜,͕̩̼͇ ̢̥̥̰c̞͇͔̤̣̭a̜͈͇̟͔̤̳r̴̘͚͎͉̬r̯͈̱y̗̞̹̮͖i͏n͖̩̘g̞͇ ҉̥̩̞̩̠͈t̸̠̙̘̤͎̰h̲è̺̜̪ ̸̦͖̲̹̟̩C̩͙̮͇ͅà̪̠̯n̨͚̣d͖̲̩͓ļ̫̳͎͕è͕ ͕̭̫̝͟o̹f̠͎͕ ͖͖D̯̖a͎͜ŕk̛̭̖̠͚̠n̮͔͟e̼̼̤̭͕s̨̞̗͈͎͎̳ͅș͙͍̭̼͡,̤̝̥ ͚̜̱̟̩͙ț̛̙̹̜ͅh̤͈̠̜͘e͔ G͕̬͘ŗe̫̦̝̺̝̹a̶̻̻̦̼t͢ ̻̱̪͖D̴e͇͈͎̞s̮̦͇̳̜͍͘ͅt̲͙͙̪̬̬̣ṟ͕̜̤o̼̮̤̮y̵̼͈̫̤̫e͏̼͈r̷̞͙̤!̜̺̹͡”

I reach inside me for my holy power, and float up into the air above it. My eyes glow white onto it, hurting it but it doesn’t even flinch. I look down upon it, ”Get rid of this dark spirit! It dares defile me with its presence, and I shall destroy it! Holy power of Creators, grant me the power!”

It sprouts six other heads as it approaches me, one singing as all the other shout in differnt tounges, ”Y̦̜̻͇̲̭o̟̪͜ú̱ ͍̫c͙a̤n̠̣͓̠’̶̟̺t̨̰̳͍̦͕̱̫ g͓̦͓̼̳̱̖et̞̘͈ ͘r̡̬͖i̴͔̱d̨̼̼ ̱͖͜o͙f͚ ̦̬̬̱̫͈ͅm̠̮͈̯͙̠e̞̟̖̗͎̗͟,̧ ͎wǫr͍̠̖̻̥ͅͅm͙̰͕̲̦!̭͕̤ ̨̭̞̘͉̟M̸̞̥y҉͎ ̫͇̹̦̗͉͜a͉͔r̬͎̮̟m̴͔͔ ̦͙s̢ṱ̦̯̩̟͞ͅá̫i̷͕̯̤͎̼̟n͇e̵͍̠̫d̶̘͇̤̬ ̪̙̭̞̩̀w̭̣̯̘̫͕̕ịt̵̰h̛̬ ̻̺̠̫͔̀t̠̤̖͖ͅͅh̵̫͈̺̩̣̹e̖ ̭͎b͇̟͝ḷ̸̘o̺͜o͏͍̳̗̼d̦̫͙̼̜̼ ͇͔͈ͅo̝f̦̪̱ ̝̻̟̙͉̝A̻̞m̴͈̪͚ ̠̹̹͙̪D̺̟̥̮͉̪ͅh̷̖̟̦̼͇͚͔ạ̪͚e̟̰͎̰͢g͔͚̥a̧̲̜̯͔̙̳r̦̥̞̹̤!̠̻̞͎̻͇ͅ ͕T҉̱̥̲ḩ͍͙͖͚̺e͚̮͎͕͔ ̶N̵͉̠̩̭̥̻ę͚̠͉͎ͅz̳͔̪͎̻̪͟p̡̩͇e̬̱͙̠̝͞ͅṟ̪̯̕ͅd̥͕͟i͈a͢n͏ ̨̝͈̠hi̯̬͚v̪e̘̞̬̬̤-̡̼mi͉͙̳͍̜͝n̨̻d҉̼̺̖̼͕ͅ ̥ͅof̮ ͔̻̦͈͓̼̘͜c̟̠̞͔̮̗h̵̼̫͎̠̹̲̫ạo̶s̩͉̝̘͚̗̥!̤͙͙͍͞ ̵̥̗͈̞̩I ̠̯a̴̗͈̩ͅm̥̟̫̮̦͜ ̲͍͝-̻̰”

I send out a beam of holy whiteness, and it melts him away, ”Bring about the destruction of this dark spirit!”

He fully dissolves, and I float down to the ground. I land on my hooves, and look around. Sure Shot, Sure Sheild hugging and crying. Hail and Rattle doing the thing bros do, shaking hooves and patting shoulders. Beam burying General Autismo, giving a salute of respect. Fuse having fun kicking the shit out of Terra’s dead body. Hunter slowly smoking a cigarette. 

I walk up to all of them, “Come on, let’s get back to New Life.”

They all join up with me, and we walk down the road. Hunter looks over to me, “That’s our enemies, dead. Now we can focus on helping the town and killing raiders.”

I nod, and slowly smile, “I have a feeling that we will be fine. Our future looks nothing if not bright.”

With those words, we continue on the path, the sun overhead. Reborn, all of us, and closer than ever.

—(???)—

I growl in rage, before composing myself. That attack must’ve set back my enternce by at least a month! Now those pesky Creators have a year to notice me! All because that pony was too smart for his own good.

”B͏̝̼̠̦̩l̙͉͍̲ṷ̭e̟͇̣͎̺b͏l̦͇̼̻o҉̫̺o͎̪͇̬͍̗̮͠d,̫̺͈̻̩͕͠ ̪̺͉s̮͇͓̪u̮m͔͔m̢̥͖͚̣o̙͈n̖͜ ṣ̫o̴̘m͏̫̙͍e̝͕̺̖̗͓̞t͎̖̺̖̬͙̺͟h̵̭̙͚̩̲i̛̭̳̻͎̻n̗̬̼̬̲͇̕ͅg̪̦̻̝ ̸̠͍͕͔ͅt͙̯͓͈̗̮̣͘o ͏̫̱̻c̡͕̺͉̤̟a͇̗̜̘ùș̲e̳̠͙͡ p͉̺̜r͈̣̠̩͜o͙͓͙̗̣b͚̰̩̞̭l̻e̜̬̗̘̹͕̞͘m̨͙̠̯̥s̼̟̬̳ ̸̪f̢̹̗͓o̺̗̗̮̟̗͘ͅr͍͓͖͇ ̤̗̳͍͖h͍̙͔͉̘im̖̟̼͍̘.̷͉̺”

My follower nods, “Of course.”

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“Ahh, another victim!”

A portal appears in front of the camp.

“Look boys, it’s fresh meat!”

“More! More meat for me!”

The entire camp charge into the portal, being transported to Sentinel’s world.

They appear in the middle of a raider camp.

“Yes, Yes, YES! It’s dinner time!”

“Smash!”

“Time to play! Time to play!”

The raiders are torn apart, and a more powerful group of insane things now inhabit the area near New Life.

That will be able to take down him. 

Nothing deny’s me and gets away with it.