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// My Name Is Sasha 
// Story: My Little Metro: 2053 
// by Berry Punch 
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My name is Sasha, I was found in the Metro tunnels by a man named Artyom, my father. I am unlike everyone else of the Metro, for I am not human... but a pony. I have saved the Metro many times against the threat of the mutants and bandits, but my normal flow of life has been disrupted lately. I have been having strange visions and dreams, and one sentence I keep hearing... "Come home, Twilight."

The voice is so calm, and soothing. It's as if I should know it, yet I do not. It speaks in another language, although I am unsure how I understand it. I have been losing quite a bit of sleep lately, as the dreams I have been having disturb me greatly. I have spoken to father about them, but he just dismissed it because of how tired I have been. I have also been having strange visions while I am conscious, it's as if I am hallucinating.

I see a white and colourful blur cloud part of my vision, and I feel as if I am being spoken to or called, maybe. For the most part I can get my usual duties done without much of a hindrance. I mainly guard the station, and lately not so much as a rat has passed by. I think the last time I crossed a Nosalis was weeks ago, and even longer since I've seen any bandits. Life is tough in the metros, but it's bearable, unlike the days before when my father and I had to travel to the surface, and venture through the tunnels.

But I miss those days, as much as I hated them. They are what turned me into the capable soldier I am now, and it is how I gained the trust and friendship of the metro citizens. All I had to do was... save them a few times. Heh, not much of that going on these days. I am thankful that the people are safe, but I needed something to lighten my mood up a bit. Some action, that's all I seek.

My father has been pre-occupied with running our station’s security, and hasn’t had time to go on a patrol beyond the station’s borders in a long time, meaning I also have not been able to speak to him for quite some time. So I spend my days guarding the farthest post down the line of our station, with a few comrades for company, in hopes of something happening.

“So, how is your father these days, Sasha? He has not been overworking himself as usual, has he?” My friend, Dmitry asked with a raised brow.

“Ah, you know him, Dmitry. Always one to do nothing but worry for anyone that isn’t him!” I answered with a chuckle.

“I have been meaning to ask you, Sasha…” He began, with a worried look, “You have been very… I don’t know, out of it lately. Got a lot on your mind?”

I sighed deeply, and looked to the ground, “Yes, I believe I’m starting to go insane or something. I am tired of sitting around, when there is so much more out there in the metros to explore.” I coughed and cleared my throat, “Although, I can not leave VDNKh, it is my home and it is where my father is…” I looked down into the darkness of the tunnel.

Dmitry stood up and gave me a friendly pat on the back, “Do not worry, Sasha! I will see if we can go on patrol again soon, but for now I must go to my family. My shift is over. Till later, Sasha!” Dmitry turned and made his way down the line, into the station.

It was only me and Vladimir left, he wasn't much of a talker and was too serious for his own good, so the rest of my shift went on in silence.





It was about three hours later, when my relief arrived to take my place on watch. For now I think I was in the mood for a strong drink. I trotted down the darkened hallways of the station, taking twists and turns until I reached the bar. At a table on his own sat my father, he was looking at some pictures while drinking some vodka. He looked rather sad, so I decided it would be best to join him.

“Papa, how are you?” I said as I slowly trotted over to his table. He looked up at me with tired eyes, and a smile. He waved me over with a gesture with his hand, which I followed immediately.

“How are you, my daughter?” Artyom said quietly, stroking my hair softly as he pulled me into a tight hug.

“I am fine, father, although I am rather worried about you. You seem very… sad.” I looked at him sympathetically, and placed a hoof on his hand as I sat by him.

He sighed deeply, and looked back to the pictures. They were of him as a child, with his adoptive father, Alex, “My uncle passed away a few days ago, I just received news.”

I looked at my father with sympathy, Alex had been living in Polis for a few years, as he had begun working there, so he didn't get to be with him as he had died. I leaned into his arm, and nuzzled him softly, before standing up and gesturing to the bartender, “Two house specials, on me!” I shouted over the noise.

The bartender nodded and got to work. As we waited, I just sat and hugged my father to give him some comfort, “Heh, thanks for the drink, Sasha.” he stroked my back softly, and the drinks arrived, “Well, let’s drink. To my uncle!” we bottomed out our drinks in unison, and let out satisfied sighs.

I slouched back in my chair and just enjoyed the comfortable silence between us both. We never did have to exchange words to understand each other, that was the beauty of our relationship. After a few minutes of silence, we ordered some more drinks and we both drank the night away.





“Come home, Twilight!” I heard the voice again, but everywhere around me was dark. I couldn’t see a hoof in front of my face, but I could feel my body. I decided to try to walk, and began in a random direction, “Come home, Twilight!” There was the voice again…

I walked in the same direction for a while, and eventually my surroundings began getting brighter. There was a sudden explosion of colour, and in front of my eyes scenes of an odd fairy-tale-like land began to flash by me. What was I seeing? What kind of dream was this meant to be?

I saw a castle, that of one I have only seen in the rare children's books, it was in the distance below me, and I suddenly began to feel a pull and I shot directly towards it. I flew through the doors, and making it through several twists and turns, going at such a speed I was unable to make out any feature’s other than the bright colours.

I finally came to a stop at a large navy blue door, and it slowly opened. A crack of light shone through as it opened at a painfully slow pace. When it was open, I was blinded by another big light, and it began to slowly fade, leaving my vision clear.

Standing before me was a pony, just like me, but much taller, and her fur was a dark blue colour, her hair was blowing in some kind of invisible wind and she had her eyes shut. I stood in awe, as I looked at her. Never before have I seen one of my own kind before. I watched as she slowly opened her eyes, and there was a sharp gasp.

“It is you, Twilight!” She exclaimed loudly, causing me to flinch, “What has happened to you Twilight? Where have you been?” she questioned, as she stared deep into my eyes.

I backpedaled a bit, before turning and making a dash for the door, “Wait!” I heard a shout from behind me, but it was too late. I exited the room and my vision went dark again.

I shot up in my bed quickly, looking around my room. Laying on the couch across from me was my father, I had luckily not woken him, “Was that really a dream?” I questioned, trying to calm myself again. I wanted to get back to sleep soon, as I had another long shift in the morning, and I wanted to have time to think about the events of my dream when I was more awake.