//------------------------------// // My last message. My-last Letter. // Story: Fallout Equestria; Hurt. // by East Coast //------------------------------// WARNING!!! ALERT!!! ALERT!!! SPOILERS!!! IF YOU HAVE NOT READ PAST CHAPTER 45 OF THE ORIGINAL FALLOUT:EQUESTRIA BY KKAT READ NO FURTHER!!!! or continue reading. Just don't get mad at me... You were warned... Dear, You. My name, as you should know. Is Red eye. And today, is the day I died. You see, throughout my life I have worked to better this world. The world that hardly deserves what it will undoubtedly get, thanks to you. I will not lie. I was brutal. My methods put ponies, unicorns, earth ponies, anypony I could get my hooves on... Into mortal peril. That was not the worst of it though. Peril was something all residents of the Equestrian waste land knew (as peril and wasteland were all but synonymous with each other), I put them through torture, and pain. I had overseers who took sick enjoyment from the pain of others. I allowed them to demoralize, beat, rape, murder whomever was no longer fit to work. When I wasn't around, even those who were fit were not safe. Now, perhaps you thought I cared? No. Not for them. For the world I needed their help to create yes, but for them? No. ponies and griffons in my employ, for the most part, were expendable. I would have given as many of them as it took to create my new world... Well... Actually... I did to some degree. Today... Today A great battle wages while I die like a dog (how ironic isn't it?), the only thing that has kept me alive is my cybernetic implants, a 'gift' from my previous life in stable 101...101...I remember it...Mournfully...I had never been too popular in that place, much like you I suppose. Never really fitting in, my ideals had me...Separated from me peers(If you could really call them that). And yet despite all that... I still miss them... The difference between us is (well the biggest one anyhow) is that ... I ... I didn't find the companions you have found...Although...I had Stern... I think she may have been my only friend out here... It's funny how, in these last moments that I see it... But I digress. A battle wages, (or is about to conclude) perhaps a mile above our heads. The forces of good, evil, and the greater good all doing battle in the name of what they think is right... It would be beautiful if I weren't on the losing side... I remember my plan. I remember it vividly. It was my life you see. I had it all worked out, down to every last detail. A single oversight. A single lapse in my knowledge of my opponent... You ... And everything fell apart. You remember it don't you? You should. You gave one of the most naive little speeches just prior... And had us married... Nice analogy if I didn't know for a fact you liked mares, yes I knew. See, were I alive you'd be blushing and scowl in that way you do when I'm right... And... How often aren't I? Heh... I've digressed again... But you do remember it... Don't you? ----------- I jumped. I saw the vats of I.M.P ready to take me, make me into what I needed to be. And then... I stopped... you had done the one thing I had forgot you could do. The SIMPLEST thing you could do, the thing that everypony of your kind could do from birth! And it slipped-my-mind! So there I sat... Well... I suppose actually I wasn't sitting so much as hovering... But still, I was otherwise incapacitated. "Forgot you might do that," I admitted. I sighed again and gave you a plaintive look. "Why?" Your face contorted into that determined little scowl I had come to quite frankly love. It was your way of standing up to evil... When not shooting it in the face with that revolver of yours. “Because the ponies of the wasteland deserve a better ruler than me,” You told me. “And a better God than you.” Those words cut me, cut me like no knife, bullet, sword, spell, laser, or creature ever could (I found out how true that was just moments later). You were right. You were absolutely right. My plan was flawless. We three, you, the good colonel and I would all be plunged into the I.M.P and form the most truest form of power I knew in the wasteland. You would have doubts, yes but think about it. If I had somehow not been the dominant personality, then that left the second most vile creature in the wasteland (me, most likely being the first, seeing as you thoroughly destroyed the Goddess, good show by the way) with the power to warp reality at will. You couldn't let that happen, and the most perfect part is... I didn't need you. Oh yes! I did want to be as sure as I could be with this (one should always make a habit of being absolutely sure of succeeding before one throws oneself into vats of the deadliest substance known to ponykind) but I didn't need you. I had a couple dozen other suitable unicorns to re-place you, not a single one a threat to my battle for dominance within the god we would make. You had a way out, should you have chosen to use it. And should you jump in with us? Then it was two-to-one that Equestria would get the god it needed. It-was-flawless... Of course, as I had forgotten your magical superiority of that single spell... I had also forgotten one pressing fact. Scissors beats paper. Everything. Was ruined. The pegasus enclaves hellounds tore through my alicorns like a a hot knife through butter! They burrowed up from the ground! They sank my I.M.P vats! I could do-NOTHING!-To stop them! NOTH-ING I wonder. Is this how HE felt? I saw memories. HIS memories. Frozen in stone. TWICE! Was this what is was like for him? To watch everything he had planned for. Everything he sacrificed for. Everything he fought for. Taken from him. Powerless to stop it. All I could manage to do... Was yell... One last word... “NO!” I shouted, seeing decades of carefully laid plans torn apart... Piece by piece. And then... And then something truly frightening happened. I was shot. I felt the magic energy hit my unity mark. It seared and burned... And melted. Do you know what it's like to have a portion of you melt?! The pain?! Unimaginable! But you know, what the worst part was, My-little-pony? The last thing, that I saw? Was you... I saw... You. Little Pip. If you are indeed the one receiving this message, hearing it, in the way I PRAY you are hearing it. Please... I... Good job. And... I'm Sorry... Your Dubious Foil Red Eye. PS: Give Celestia... You know what... Never mind...