Fallout Equestria: After Everything
By Visharo
Chapter 4: Horizons Folded
"I fold."
They were seven. Seven broken ponies who tackled the worst that Equestria could bring forth, and they survived. They survived because they were friends. But then something beyond Equestria showed up. No matter how strong their friendship was, they couldn't survive.
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A pegasus and an earth pony sat on a couch with an alicorn standing next to them. All three had wistful expressions on their faces as they witnessed a striped red filly disappear before their eyes.
"Blackjack found her. She actually found her." The pegasus exclaimed with a hint of surprise, her purple mane flowing around her.
"Of course. She's Blackjack." The alicorn replied with a knowing smile, her violet eyes shimmering.
"Nopony can stop Blackjack, not even herself." The earth pony returning the smile, a bold heart breaking through chains, was proudly placed on his flank.
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"I just had a thought." Lacunae said after a couple of minutes of silence.
"Yeah?" P-21 answered.
"What would happen if Blackjack died. Well and truly died. What then?" Lacunae looked at her friends sitting on that couch. The same couch the trio have been sitting on for the past 200 something years.
"Well, I would jump on her and kiss her. Then I would apologize for my foolish mistakes before she went to the moon." Morning Glory admitted with a slight blush, but never taking her eyes off from below.
"Sounds like you've given it quite a lot of thought." Lacunae commented before looking back down.
"I have quite a lot of time to think. In fact we all have."
"Yes we have." P-21 nodded sadly, also looking downwards.
The three friends were looking down on their friend; Blackjack. They've been looking downwards since they've died. The only time they ever looked away was to see Peppermint, or otherwise known as Rampage, leave the afterlife. That had been quite the moment for both living and dead ponies.
Glory heard a noise behind her and she took the risk of looking behind her. She was surprised to see two ponies that she hadn't seen in a very long time.
"Hello Stugius and Whisper. How are you doing?" The gray pegasus asked politely.
"We're doing fine, what's happening with Blackjack?" Whisper trotted forwards and leaned over P-21's shoulder to get a better look.
Down below the clouds, unbeknownst to Blackjack, five of her dearest friends were watching her every move. She was touring Peppermint around hers and Littlepip's humble tower. One part of the tower was covered with filled, half-filled, or completely empty bottles of different beverages.
"She needs to watch herself." Glory harrumphed in disapproval.
"This is Blackjack we're talking about! She doesn't care about that, and even if she dies from this, she'll probably find a way to go back." Whisper smirked at the thought of yet another Blackjack resurrection.
"Yep, that's our Blackjack." P-21 sighed a sad but contented sigh.
"To Blackjack, the mare that ruined our lives!" Whisper pulled out a bottle of finely made wine. Made by the finest of winemakers. Each pony present took a glass, filled their cups to the brim, and yelled out.
"TO BLACKJACK!"