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Fallout Equestria: Viva Las Pegasus -- Tales of New Pegasus - hailetheking



While Farsight and his group are playing the big leagues, they seem to forget about the humble New Pegasian. Enter Brawny Boulder, veteran wastelander turned guard for New Pegasus, and the adventures of the common pony in New Pegasus.

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Chapter Twelve: Wedding Crashers

Fallout Equestria: Viva Las Pegasus -- Tails of New Pegasus
Chapter Twelve: Wedding Crashers

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“Wake up.” I felt my body being nudged.

“Nguuh,” I groan, “leave me alone.”

“Wake uuuup,” a colt’s voice urges me again to get up.

“Stop,” I grumble, not wanting to get up yet.

SPLASH!

“SON OF A-!” The cold splash of water shocked me to life.

“Don’t. You. Dare.” My now wide awake eyes met the similarly brown, piercing eyes of my sister staring at me, in her signature striped suit and framed glasses. Behind her, Sundown was watching in a corner, in a sky blue polo and a red tie. “No cursing in front of Sundown.”

“Thanks Metronome,” the young unicorn beamed at the white mare, who returned a sweet smile in return.

“Of course, Sundown,” Metronome replied, then shot a death glare at me. “Get ready, we’re prepping for the wedding,” she instructed as she left the room.

“Ooooh....” I groan, my head still throbbing from last night. “How did we get back?”

“You really don’t remember, do you?” the colt chuckled.

Faint images of stumbling, falling, and being dragged popped into my head. “Oh, it’s sort of coming back to me,” I sheepishly reply. “Thanks, kid.”

Sundown just shook his head in disappointment. “Alright, I’m going to go outside now, it’s just three hours before the wedding.”

“But it’s still early morning....”

“Check again.”

I sigh and fumble around my vest pocket, pulling out the scratched up, golden pocket watch with my horn. “It’s just... Fuck.” 11:46am, the watch pointed.

“So, I’ll just be outside,” the blond pony told me, levitating his book towards him.

“Wait,” I stop him. “You’re forgetting something.”

“Why do I even need that?” he whined, as I struggle to overcome the throbbing in my head as I magically open the drawer next to my bed.

“I told you, always have a piece with you,” I reprimand him, handing him a scoped revolver in a holster. It was made of stainless steel, which was a really lucky find for the unruly bodyguard I killed for it. It had a scope attatched to it, and by the looks of the gun, it was personal and hoofmade. Probably one of a kind. It had a ironwood handle with a symbol of a sun rising behind a mountain, with the words “Canterlot” and some other word that faded over time engraved on it. I figured since it had a sun, and I wasn’t much of a long-range guy, I should give it to Sundown. As much as the kid hates to admit it, he’s got talent with the gun, but he really doesn’t like shooting it. Shame really, talent wasted.

“Fine,” Sundown grumbled, reluctantly strapping the gun around his body, so that the gun was in reach with the bow of a head. Not like he needed it anyway, he was a unicorn, but it never hurt to be safe. “I’ll see you downstairs.”

“Alright,” I tell him, “I’ll meet you there.” I hear Sundown trot away and a few seconds later, I drop my head on the pillow. “Ugh, finally.” I feel my eyelids closing and my muscles relaxing.

SPLASH!

“SON OF A BITCH!” I cried, now bolting upright in my bed, my face stinging from the cold burn of the water. I caught sight of a bucket floating on my head, enveloped in a blue mist, and by the doorway, I see Sundown giving me a mischievous grin.

“Okay, for real, get up,” he tells me. “Metronome told me to make sure you’re down there. She doesn’t want a repeat of the incident with the Coltorado Trading Co.”

“DAMMIT OKAY FINE! FUCK!” I storm out of the room and head to the bathroom down the corridor, face still hurting from the freezer burn, and out of the corner of my eye, I spot Sundown smirking, before headed the other way, towards the stairs.

-----

“Alright, wedding is in two hours. Team checking is five minutes till mark,” Misfire informs us as we’re around the table right behind the stage, looking at a map of the surrounding area.

“Right,” I agree, “teams are here, here, here, here and here.” I point out different encircled buildings on the map. “Each team will check in one minute after the last, west to east.” I pull out my pocket watch, checking the time. “Team One confirms in five. Sundown, let’s go, I need your eyes.”

Standing on the stage, we were watching the roofs of the buildings nearby. “One minute,” I muttered, eyes on my watch. “First building is the red, three storey apartment right over there.” I point out the building to Sundown so that he knows where to watch.

In the red brick building to the east, a flashlight shone on and off in a third floor window. “I see it,” Sundown tells me, and I nod in response. The flashing goes on for one minute, then stops.

“Alright, next building. They’re due to start in one minute, over there.” As predicted, Team Two blinked a flashlight from a window for exactly a minute, then stopped. A minute later, Team Three did the same. This went on and on until all five buildings had been gone through.

Afterwards, we went back into the building and towards the lecture room, where Misfire was still by the table of maps, blankly staring at them.

“All teams are in play, we’re good,” I tell the maroon pony as I trot over to the table. “Next duty’s yours. Now get to your post. Next check is in ten minutes. I want eyes peeled.”

“Yes boss!” the maroon pony saluted me, then he hastily left the room. I take a seat in some school chair there and plop my head on the table.

“Can’t believe they’re making us do all this,” I whine.

“Well, Miss Cleff is getting married,” Sundown told me, “and she’s very powerful, so she needs protection.”

“From who? All of the other ponies conceded to our terms! I was there in the meeting!” I pout, still wishing I was in bed.

“Point taken, but it never hurts to be too sure,” the colt pointed out.

“Yeah, sure, I guess. I still don’t like it, though.”

And as usual, Sundown was right about that, looking back at it.

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“Thirty minutes till show time.”

I feel something shivering on my hind leg. “Sundown,” I shake him off my leg, “don’t worry.”

“B-b-but... there’s so many ponies.”

Guests had already began to arrive, and of course, this was the talk of the town, so a lot of ponies were all too eager to come early for good spots. Traders, builders, bartenders, scavengers and the like were already beginning to crowd into position, ready for the grandiose wedding of Dee and Nadyr. Personally, I like to call their couple Na-Dee-yr, but I never say it out loud, because when I told that joke to Metronome, she wiped the floor with me. No, I mean, she literally made me wet my own mane and use it as a mop just for saying that joke.

“Boulder!” Speak of Discord, I thought, as on cue, Metronome popped up.

“How’s security looking?” she sternly asked.

“Well,” I pull out my watch, “we should be seeing the last check riiiiiiight...... now.”

The flashlight of Team One flickered on and off right at that moment, and I showed my sister the signal. “See? No worries. If a team drops under the radar, Misfire, Sundown and I will check it out.”

“Excuse me?” she gave me a venomous stare.

“I mean, Misfire and I, and not Sundown, because he’s a colt,” I sheepishly correct myself, much to Metronome’s pleasure.

“Good, now don’t fuck this up,” she gave me a final warning, before leaving to see her best friend get married.

“One hell of a pep-talker, eh kid?” I chuckle to Sundown, who was still hiding behind by leg. “Anyway, we better keep our eyes out.” A window from Team Two’s building began to blink, signalling that things were all good at their end. The whole sequence passed, and the security checked out. All teams were a go, we had eyes on the buildings around the area, it was great. “And she said that I might fuck up,” I mutter to myself. To my right, I look at Misfire, who was at the opposite end of the stage, standing ready for action. If everything goes right however, there won’t be any action.

“So, Sundown,” I looked under my legs and spotted him covering himself with my right hind leg, “you okay there buddy?” Sundown never did go well with crowds. He was a really shy one.

“Yes, I am,” he insisted, “it’s not like I can’t live with crowds... I’m just uncomfortable with them.”

“Well, you work with a gang, so you have to meet people,” I explained to him, “it’s an occupational hazard. Much like for me, it’s an occupational hazard to get shot or beat up, but when I am shot or beat up, I bear through it.”

“Umm... thanks, I guess?”

“Yeah, I guess I’m not one for fatherly advice,” I chuckle.

“I didn’t mean to offend you,” the colt looked down in shame.

“No, no, relax,” I grinned sheepishly to the colt, “I didn’t think anything of it.”

The colt looked at me unsurely, but in the end, he shrugged it off. Poor colt, he lost more than a foal his age should lose, and I’m afraid he needs guidance. I gave a sad sigh and thought that I might not be the best pony to take care of Sundown. Hell, there are days that I think that Sundown would be better off with Misfire than he was with me. Then you know, I get my head out of my ass then realize what a bad idea that would be. But still, I’m not really the best pony for this job. If I think of an ideal pony to raise Sundown, I think of Metronome. She’s really caring and protective of Sundown, and she’s the most responsible mare I know. Oddly enough, I have tried to let him stay with Metronome but every time, for some reason, he’d always end up coming back to me.

-----

“Who is knocking so loudly?” I hear Metronome whine from behind her door. “Don’t you know what time it is?”

She opens the door, revealing her mane all frizzy and tangled instead of her usual bun and her hazel eyes were fully revealed without her glasses on.

“Dammit Boulder, why would you-“ she glared at me until she cut herself off with a gasp, getting an eyeful of the blood dripping from my side and the limp orange form that was laying on my back.

“Don’t ask,” I tell her, fighting the dizziness from blood loss and struggling to keep my eyes open. “I found him in the factory,” Every breath was become a chore. I almost fall into my sister, only being supported up with the two front hooves I have on her shoulders. “Take care of him,” I whisper, and last thing I see was her mouth opening to object, but I would hear none of it as I fell to the ground and everything went black.

My first sight after that was a zombie-like creature with skin falling out its face giving me a small smile. All I could do was grin back at him. “Hey, Mixer,” I cheerfully greet, “How long was I out?”

“You lost a lot of blood, mate,” the ghoul grimly informed me, “and it took us a while to get those bullets out of you. It’s been three days since your sister brought you here.”

I try to get up, but something’s wrong. I can’t feel one of my legs. “Doc, I can’t move one of my legs,” I said, quietly panicking inside, scared to look down and see what they had done.

“You’ve had company, lad,” Mixer gave me a warm grin, looking at my leg.

I follow his gaze and to my surprise, there lay an orange colt, curled up, asleep right on top of my leg.

“Lad’s been here every day since you got brought in.”

“That’s funny,” I say, still looking at the unicorn on my leg, “I swear I left him with Metronome.”

“You did,” Mixer reminded me, “but the colt’s persistent. The last two days, he’d just be here in the morning, then stay the whole day, then Metronome would come here, frantically asking around for the colt. Today, Metronome just brought him here, so I guess she decided not to fight it,” he chuckled.

Looking at the foal sleeping serenely on my leg, I couldn’t help but feel my heart soften. “I guess that’s... sweet,” I let out a soft laugh.

“Well, I better give Metronome and Misfire a shout to let them know that you’re okay.” Mixer trots towards the exit of the tent. “Need anything else?”

“Could I have a drink?” I laughed.

“Don’t push your luck mate,” the ghoul joked back.

-----

I sighed sadly, thinking about the situation. “Oh, Sundown...” I mutter under my breath.

“What?” Next thing I know the orange colt is right beside me, looking up with concern, his ears perked up from catching his name.

“Nothing,” I quickly told him. “Come on, let’s divert our attention back to the duty at hoof,”

-----

The front of the stage started was already packed, the sound of the excited murmuring of the crowd heard from blocks away. “Ten minutes,” I say to myself, “last pre-check.”

I turn over to look at the other side of the stage, where I caught Misfire already looking at me. We shared a knowing nod, then decided went on the final check. Ten minutes later, all teams blinked. I look at Misfire once again, then he nods. Show time.

“Sis,” I approach Metronome, surrounded by many big names in Freedom Fields. There was the fat, gray mob boss, Saddle, who I had a indifferent/hate relationship with, and alongside him, a female griffin and an old stallion with an eyepatch. Of course, the infamous recluse Ampera van Ohm was there too, keeping her mate Saddle on a leash. Not a literal one mind you, but I’d like it if it was really a leash. Also, there was this odd pair there. A blue pony in a suit, with a silvery mane flowing behind him, and beside him, a cute little pink filly in a beret dressed up in a gray suit. Odd choice of attire, I chuckle to myself, but she seems happy enough, so I guess that’s what really counts. Of course, we can’t forget the lucky couple, Mister Black in the sleek, new white suit and Miss Dee, in her gorgeous wedding gown and tin crown.

“What?” she asks, obviously wanting this to go as smoothly as possible.

“Final security checks are done, all bases are covered.”

She nodded knowingly, and then whispered into Dee’s ear. “Get back to your post Boulder,” she instructed coldly, as she went on to the steps. I gave a shrug, then proceeded back to my spot when I hear her call out again. “Oh, and Boulder?”

I tilt my head a bit just to see her out of the corner of my eye. “Hm?”

“Good job,” she thanked me, giving me a warm smile, which soon faded as fast as it came. “Now go.”

“Right,” I reply, letting a grin form across my face.

Back at my post by the side of the stage, Sundown’s staring intently at the skyline.

“What’s wrong kiddo?” I asked the colt as I approached him.

“I don’t know, think about it... Almost everypony in Freedom Fields showed up, right?”

“Uh-huh, and?”

“And every important pony in Freedom Fields is on that stage, so one shot and it’ll basically be a party for Discord right here,” Sundown worrisomely reasoned.

“Relax, we got teams all over the surrounding areas.”

“If somepony really wanted chaos, a rag tag group of gang members might not be enough.”

“And don’t worry, not all important ponies are there. Goldie’s...”

Wait. Shit. I feel my ears droop behind my back and a grim expression fall upon my face.

-----

“You’ll regret this, Dee. I swear you will.” Goldie whined. “I know I have nothing to do, but I warn you: this treaty will turn itself against you, sooner or later, and you’ll rue this day. Mark my words.”

She quickly signed the document Dee had and stormed out of the room.

“What a bitch,” Misfire blurts softly to me.

“Yeah, but a pissed-off bitch is the worst bitch out there,” I tell him, feeling a bit worried by Goldie. She was a grade-A bitch, I know for a fact that she was supposed to go batshit crazy. “It’s not like her to take this lying down, she’s the type of pony who’d go down swinging,” I whisper to my lieutenant. “I want extra eyes on her in the wedding, are we clear?”

“Yes boss.”

-----

“Pssst!!!” I call for a Stringer nearby, who hurriedly approached me. “Coal Train, get a couple of other Stringers and have each one of them go into the buildings. I want extra hooves on deck, we may have a threat.”

The Stringer looked a bit alarmed, but nonetheless, he nodded his head and galloped off to rally who he could.

“Hey Boulder, I think the rites are coming up,” Sundown nudged me, catching my attention.

The old pony with an eyepatch was standing in between the Na-Dee-yr power couple, who were facing each other. I assumed that he was to act as the minister.

The stallion cleared his throat and spoke at the top of his voice, so that his words could be heard from the four corners of Freedom Field. As a response to the signal, the whole crowd went suddenly silent, creating a stark contrast and a feeling of relevance in the air.

“Mares an’ gentlecolts, today is one great day indeed! We ‘ave met ‘ere t’join these two souls t’gether in marriage, so that they can love an’ care fer each other ‘till th’time comes. This’ll be a short ceremony, ‘cause we dun’ want them t’lose any time, do we folks?” Swift laughter came from the audience. “Ah knew it. Let’s begin, then. To everypony who can hear this, Ah, Snake Eater, declare that Mister Nadyr an’ Miss Dee Cleff ‘ave come t’this reunion freely, without any sort of force involved. Am Ah right?”

“Yes.” Dee claimed strongly.

“Yes.” Nadyr replied.

“Good. ‘Ereby Ah declare that both of you are fit and ready t’join yerselves in marriage. Now, let’s ask th’regulatory questions, ‘kay? Nadyr, d’you take Dee Cleff here as yer wife, to be ‘er rock in th’storm, to be ‘er shelter in th’dark, to care fer’er an’ to bear with’er ‘till the time to depart comes, may Celestia and Luna aid you in yer task?”

“I do.” Nadyr’s voice trembled slightly, but he stood firm.

“Great. Dee Cleff, d’you take Nadyr as yer husband, to be ‘is guiding light, ‘is savior in despair, ‘is caring companion an’ to make’im a better buck ‘till the time to depart comes, may the Sun and Moon give you strength fer it?”

“I do.” Dee Cleff proclaimed, looking as if she was gonna cry. Whether they were crocodile tears or sincere tears, I wouldn’t know. She was always one for drama.

“Perfect. Now that yer wills ‘ave been made clear to all the present ones, Ah shall declare you bride an’ groom. May you reach together more than what y’could’ave reached on yer own! Congratulations! Now dun’ be shy, kiss!”

The crowds roared in joy, chanting the couple’s names. Sundown and I looked in anticipation, as Nadyr took Dee in a dancer-like move and kissed her in the muzzle while leaning her down. The whole lot of ponies that had gathered exploded into a large “awww” when the couple showed its love to the audience. Dee always was the showstopper kind of gal. Once freed from Nadyr’s embrace, Dee walked to the side of the stage and addressed the crowd.

“That’s nice,” I tell myself as I check my watch. Three minutes till the next security check. “What a happy coup-“ I was interrupted as I see Sundown squinting upwards, into Team Three’s building. His horn was slightly glowing and I could see his scoped revolver slowly shifting out of his holster.

“Up there, movement,” he stated.

“How did you see? It’s way too far.”

“No, I’m sure,” Sundown said with a sure look. “Trust me.” He was already hurrying towards the building.

“Fine kiddo, I’ll give you this one,” I sigh, quickly following the colt.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you so much!” Dee said to the crowd.

We were at the base of the building, and Sundown was about to charge in, but I stuck my foreleg in front of him and shook my head. “I’ll lead.”

“You have made me feel the happiest mare on Equestria, and I will never be grateful enough for this.” Dee continued.

With my shotgun out, I quickly made my way up, checking corners and moving quietly yet quickly. If Sundown was right, things were bad, and we had no time to spare.

“Besides, I can say that I am two times happier today, since I have more good news to share with you,” we heard Dee from inside the third floor stairwell. “Not only have I gotten married to a wonderful stallion that will be my support and my sidekick for the rest of my life, but I want to announce that Freedom Field is now a true city, recognized by the NER!”

The cheering became stronger, as the Traders and locals that probably don’t give a shit about this wedding gave a shit about filling their pockets, booming across the stairwell.

“The Republic will consider us a legitimate settlement with our own regulations, and we will rule for the people of Freedom Field!” Dee announced to the crowd.

In the third floor, I see blood on the floor. Liquid, fresh blood. Son of a bitch, I thought, “Sundown,” I whispered, “stay back.” I peeked around the corner, and lying on the floor were five bodies, the one closest to the corner was sitting awkwardly against the wall, throat slit. The others were just given a quick, precise shot to either their head or their hearts, so it was obvious we were dealing with professionals here.

“In the next few days, we’ll constitute a Town Hall, in which I will assume the role of Mayor, in order to determine the laws that will help our community prosper!”

I continued onto the roof, where I saw a masked earth pony leaning against the ledge, machine gun bipoded onto it for support. “Hello there, Dee Cleff,” I heard him hum to himself happily.

I keep my gun pointed at him, approaching, as I cock my trusty old shotgun for the killing blow.

CHIK-CHIK!

Oh shit. I forgot about the sound. The assassin turned around, leaving his MG on the ledge and he saw me. Only now did I notice the pistol strapped to his chest, and he already had it in his mouth.

“Of course, I can’t do this alone, and from this very stage I would like to welcome Ampera von Ohm and Saddle Buckmare to join me in this adventure that we are about to start.”

DAKKA-DAKKA-DAKKA!!!

I hear the sound of machine guns raining from the other buildings. I-

BANG!

“AAAUGH! FUCK!” I cry, blood flying out of my mouth. I try to keep my eyes open, but everything’s getting fuzzy. I look down on my body and see that the bullet went somewhere in my chest, probably my lung. Not good. I can also still blurry outline of the masked pony, approaching me with pistol in mouth, going in for the killing blow. I watch helplessly as he aims for my head.

BANG!

The masked pony dropped dead, as his brains were scattered all over the rooftops. Next thing I know, a blue magical aura is surrounding me, with Sundown struggling to bring me downstairs.

“Heh,” I try to let out a soft laugh, but it only came out as a fit of coughing out blood, “last time I was shot, it was me carrying you to safety.”

“Quiet,” Sundown hushed me, “stay with me Boulder,” he shakily said, his eyes tearing up.

“It’s okay kiddo,” I gave him a weak smile, watching him sweat as he struggles to keep his magic going.

“No!” he yelled, “I’m not leaving you! Just three more floors.”

“Right, if you need me, I’ll be taking a nap...” I groan, succumbing to the weariness in my eyes.

“No, come on, come on!” the colt goaded on, “stay awake Boulder, just stay awake,” he desperately pleaded, the tears threatening to break out. It was nice, how he was still trying to save me. Heartwarming, actually. Or, you know it could’ve been the internal bleeding.

I actually survived till the ground floor, and in exhaustion, Sundown plopped me onto the pavement. I caught a glimpse of the stage. Everypony was gone including Metronome. I smiled a bit in my mind, knowing that she was probably safe. The only ones left were those ponies with my sister at the side of the stage before the wedding. They all surrounded one spot, looking down at the same thing. Since the griffin was nowhere to be found I assumed... well, I assumed I would be seeing her again soon.

“ANYPONY, HELP!” Sundown was crying at the top of his lungs, tears freely flowing from his face. “WE NEED HELP!”

From where I could see, some of the figures were turning towards us, but they decided to disperse. I couldn’t blame them, really. This world was merciless, and helping others was a risk. “Sundown, it’s alright...” I try to comfort the colt.

Sundown was still trying to desperately call for help, but the sound started to fade from me. He took notice and started to violently shake me in an attempt to keep me alert. “Don’t go! Don’t go! Please!” the orange unicorn begged, finally stopping and digging his face onto my body, crying his heart out.

I put a hoof up to his cheek to get his attention, making him look me in the face with his tear-soaked eyes. “It’s alright,” I give him a weak grin before letting the wooziness take over, and thing I hear is him frantically repeating “No no no no no!”

-----

TIK! TIK! TIK! TIK! TIK! TIK!

Next thing I remember, I hear more sobbing. Wait, no, these aren’t the colt’s sobs. I was once again staring upwards to the tent ceiling from a Follower’s bed. However, instead of something on my leg, I felt two hooves holding on to one of mine tightly. I slightly tilt my head and see a pony, head down, crying into her forearm as she tightly gripped my hoof. Her bun hairdo mane was awfully frizzled, and her glasses were on top of a desk right beside my bed, humorously right next to the metronome that was her when she was born.

“Had you worried there, didn’t I?” I managed to let out a weak chuckle, making the mare look up straight to my face. Her white coat was kind of unkempt and her brown eyes were red from crying.

She just looked at me in disbelief for a few seconds, her face only expressing shock. “Brawny?” she finally blurted out.

I just gave her a small smile in response.

PAK!

Her hoof swooped swiftly across my face, leaving a burning sensation on my snout.

“I missed you too,” I rolled my eyes. “Nothing says I miss you like-“

I was stopped short when Metronome wrapped her forlegs around my neck tightly. “Don’t you ever worry me like that again,” she sobbed.

All I could do was return the hug as tightly as I could. “I’m sorry sis,” I whispered, letting the warmth of her hug flow through me.

“Alright,” she said, breaking away from the hug, wiping away her tears, “I’ll be going now.”

“Okay, bye sis.”

“Goodbye, Boulder,” she said, putting on her cold demeanor once more.

As I watch her walk away, Mixer walks into the tent. “Miss Metronome,” he bows, letting my sister pass. “Ah, Boulder,” Mixer turned his smile to me, “This happens way too often.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” I chuckle. “How’d I get here?”

“The kid dragged you here all by himself until ponies started to until Metronome and the other Stringers found you two. You lost a lot of blood mate, and lucky we got to you when we did,” the ghoul informed me. “The bullet didn’t cause any lasting damage, fortunately, but I still recommend a day of bed rest.”

“How long have I been out?”

“A whole week,” he stated.

“How’d the colt handle it? Last I remember, he was freaking out,” a grin forms on my face when I remember how hard Sundown tried to save me.

“Why don’t you ask him?”

I look down, then I see that curled up right on the foot of my bed, Sundown was fast asleep.

“Since when was he here?”

“Since Metronome brought you in, he came in the mornings and only left when she came looking for him to bring him home. These last two days, Metronome just let him stay here the whole time and sleep over.” Mixer reaches a hoof towards Sundown, about to wake him up.

“No, no,” I grabbed his hoof and put it down, “the kid deserves the rest,” I barely stifle a yawn.

Mixer laughed, “Yeah, and I guess you do too. I’ll check up on you tomorrow and let’s see to getting you out of here.”

“Sounds good,” I gratefully nod to him, before laying my head back down onto the pillow.

-----

I let out a small laugh after telling the story, “It’s funny,” I tell the mare beside me. “This time, I’m the one doing the waiting,” I told her, my eyes floating towards the tent where Sundown was probably fast asleep.

I turn to the pink mare sitting beside me, who was giving me a soft, empathetic look with teary eyes. “What?” I asked her.

“Oh,” she immediately snapped out of it, her eyes meeting mine with more focus. “It’s nothing, sorry. It’s just that was.....”

“I told you,” I chuckled, “most ponies would rather not hear that story.”

“Sorry for asking,” she softly apologized.

“No, no, it’s alright,” I wave my hoof dismissively, but she still looks at me uneasily, as if something’s bothering her. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” she smiled at me a bit too quickly, “it’s just that I didn’t expect that.”

“Most people don’t,” I sigh upwards into the blue sky, head bending backwards onto the bench we were sitting in. “but I admit, living everyday knowing that you could get shot and bleed out profusely and die a slow and excruciating death is kind of...” I pause for a while, finding the right word, “liberating, you know?”

“What?” the filly looked at me with inquisitive eyes, probably not understanding what I meant. “So you want to be shot?”

“No, no, no. It’s just... It gives a sense of excitement,” I try to explain. “And a new drive.”

“I’m not sure I follow. Don’t you want to live?”

“I do, yes, but...” I looked around the Healer’s Guild, which was surprisingly empty for today. Only a few patients and a hoofful of doctors trotting about. “Knowing that death is the only end it makes you live more. Instead of wasting life trying to avoid death, we spend our lives so that whenever we die, we can smile back at what we’ve done so far.”

For the next few minutes, we were plagued by the silence, both of us lost in our thoughts.

“Aaanyway,” I groaned, standing up from the bench. “I could go for a spot of coffee. The Healers give for free. It’s shitty, but still good. Want a cup?”

“No, it’s fine,” she politely refuses.

“Suit yourself,” I shrug heading towards the big picnic table in the center for a cup o’ joe.

-----

Rose silently looked upon the body that lay before her. The griffin that had done so much for them was there, lying motionless in the pool of her own blood. She struggled to hold back tears as she heard Farsight’s pained scream to the heavens.

After a few minutes of solemn silence, the blue unicorn began to walk towards a building, followed by the newly-wed bride. Rose knew that Farsight would do something wrong, but this time, she didn’t blame him for doing whatever he was about to do.

She looked around and saw that the area was mostly clear, with only a few bloodstains on the floor, but no bodies. Good, she thought, nopony else was hurt. At least that could help her sleep a bit more.

“Shit,” Saddle muttered, “We better get out of here,”

“It’s unsafe here,” Ampera agreed. “Snake, follow us, we’re not sure if there are any other attackers left.”

The old pony shot a look towards his old partner, before reluctantly nodding. “Aye, ma’am.”

Rose felt a hoof on her shoulder, “Come on, Rose,” Nadyr said, “let’s go somewhere else, it’s not safe here.”

“ANYPONY, HELP!”

Two figures from the corner of her eye caught her attention. She saw a colt, crying his lungs out for help, and beside him, a pony lying on the ground who was bleeding out, but he looked alive, if barely.

“Look,” Rose pointed her hoof towards the two, “we have to help them!”

“Rose, listen,” Nadyr sternly told her, “it’s not safe here. We can’t afford it.”

“WE NEED HELP!”

“But,” Rose tried to object, but the half-zebra forcefully dragged her along.

She last thing she saw before leaving the wedding scene was a young colt her age, his face buried in the bloody body of older pony, bawling helplessly over his loss. And she could’ve helped them. But she didn’t.

-----

I plop down on the bench, sipping the mug of coffee I just got from the Healers. “Ugh, it tastes like shit,” I comment, sticking my tongue out in disgust. “Miss Rose?”

“Yes?” she snapped out of her blank stare and looked at me again.

“You alright?”

“Yes, don’t worry about it,” she told me.

“Okay then. Well, I was going to go check on Sundown now,” I inform her.

She stands up from the bench as well and fixes the creases on her dress. “I’ll join you.”

“Alrighty then!” I clap. "Nap time's over! Time to get back to work."

Author's Note:

Yes, I know the ending sucked. I wanted it to be all deep and shit, but then again, I also wanted to play Last of Us, and I also wanted the Rust Singapore server to not suck balls, but I didn't get that either.

And this is my longest chapter yer! And yes, I copied the speech from Chapter 13 word for word. Do I get a plagiarism case file now? Oh, and for serious, expect no update in two weeks, because next week is my finals and the week after that is just going to be used for getting over writer blocks and playing video games. Yeah, sucks, doesn't it? BUT WHO FUCKING CARES IT'S SUMMER! WOOOHOOO BITCHEZ!!!

Comments ( 9 )

I find the usage of words from my own fic here completely justified. After all, your story and mine happen in the same instant of time, and the words used by Dee are the same in both cases. You're getting better, slowly but safely.

I'd recommend watching out for tense coherence. Sometimes you jump from present to past, then back to present.

4005136 Oh, you mean how I use the tenses with the verbs when they speak sometimes? Yikes, I must've missed that. Thanks! :twilightblush:

And wait, you WON'T sue me for plagiarism? Well, 3 months of English classes at school just went here upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/06/Toilet_with_flush_water_tank.jpg

4005371 Keep a look at it.

Welp, no problem.

4321973 Thanks! It's finally good to have a second third opinion on the matter. Finally got a laptop again, so I might begin writing once more!

Isn't this more of a midquel than a sequel? :rainbowhuh:

Comment posted by hailetheking deleted Jun 15th, 2014

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It's more of a sidefic. It doesn't continue the story in anyway but it shows a different side of the story.

(This is harder than it sounds because I have to make big events leading up to the events of the original and I can't make anything too huge because it was never mentioned in the original.)

Excuse me if I am wrong but isn't Rose an adept healer so why would they head the Healers Guild?

Thanks for your helpful information. I have been struggling to find many questions about this issue Thankyou
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