• Published 9th Dec 2011
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Falling Out! An Out-Of-Our Universe Adventure! - mrheadhopper



A young man called Isaac Hammond living in post-apocalyptic New Vegas ends up in Equestria.

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Issue 2 - Marked As Hostile

There was a blur of colors as all my systems mapped themselves on and revealed my current objective in bright blue letters, making a very noticeable deep blue line towards a door infront of me. I picked up my 12.7mm SMG and jumped when a loud, familiar britanic voice snapped at me.

"Isaac! You have no time and I have no time to explain, just get to the door seven! Right ahead of you! Go, go!"

I ran towards the door in the small, metallic room branded with glowing green letters. 07. I pressed the 'Open' button on the panel in the door, and it beeped loudly.

"Diana, I can't! I can't! The door's jammed!"

~~~

I sprung my eyes open and next thing I know is that I have to close them because of the sheer pain as blinding light seeps in through the visor, proving me that it somehow remained functional in whatever blast I had just endured. I waited a little bit as my eyes took in to the light that seeped in through my eyelids, and then I got up.

Or I thought I did, because I was actually just flailing my limbs. I noticed that I was being held in some fashion by almost nothing, but I still felt pressure as something held me above the ground. The light wasn't the sun or anything that I'd expect it to be, it was actually a bright purple glow that seemed to wrap itself around my suit of armor, efficiently locking me in place above the ground.

"Let me go, you- you piece of shit!"

Whatever it was complied and roughly put me down, causing my armor to slam against the grass. I took this as an advantage and propped myself up using my arms, and, as soon as I was in a steady pose, I reached at my right thigh and gripped on a steel combat knife, one of the few that hadn't taken much damage in the Great War.

"No, stop! I'm not going to hu-"

Having seen that it's still nighttime, I dashed forwards and held her throat down. She tried to fight back and claw at me with those hard hooves of hers, but it was basically pointless because of my armor and damn, I almost choked her before I punched her straight in the face, stunning her and giving me a clear opportunity to stick the damn knife in her throat, effectively getting a loud gasp as she took in to the pain. I stood and watched as she slumped down to the ground after several failed attempts to grip at the knife and force it out, altho that seemed impossible with those hooves.

"Twilight, are you okay? You shouldn't have fle-"

What seemed to be some sort of purple reptile had stepped out the doorway and froze in what I assumed was fear as she saw 'Twilight' with a knife jammed in the lower sections of her throat. The thing snapped it's eyes at me before going for the purple horse, putting pressure on it's throat and whispering several things in her ear that not even my Audio+ could catch. She frantically snapped her eyes to me, then to the reptile, to the sky and to several other things I didn't notice, for I was already fleeing to the right.

"Help! Help me, quick!"

I assumed that was the lizard, so I took my Glock 86 out of its holster and put my finger on the trigger as I bailed to a big, pink tower-like structure I saw at the edges of the city.

As I neared it, I cautiously walked up to a blue glassed door that appeared to be split in two. I noticed that, should I ever walk inside, I'd have to lower my head. Sighing, I knocked. I still had the pistol on my hands, but I lowered it to my side when the door was opened and I was subsequently greeted by a pink horse with blue eyes and a extremely puffed up pink mane.

"Hi! Are you new? Because you look new! And you look mean in that suit, too, so you should probably get that checked. Is that blood on your..."

I stared at it and I would've looked down and analyzed myself weren't it for the helmet. I quickly thought up my response as I slowly put my plasma pistol on my leather holster, buttoning it in place as I spoke,

"No, that's just ketchup. And yes, I'm new, but I wanna ask you something."

"What? Do you want a muffin? Can you even eat for that part?"

I let a small sigh escape my mouth that my helmet gladly fuzzed out.

"No, no. I just need to come in. Can I talk to you inside?"

She bounced and I would've assumed she was about to say 'yes', but she cut herself off and cocked her head backwards as her head traversed off to the inside.

"Rarity, there's a robot outside! Can I let it in?"

I looked behind me, making sure nobody was seeing me.

"Why of course, my dea- Did you say a ROBOT?"

The sheer pitch of the other horse's voice hurted my ears. I heard her ( or what I assumed was a female ) walk up to the door and pop her head out the doorframe to stare at me in what I assumed was fright. It looked like a 'unicorn', like one of the robotic horses you'd see in pre-war propaganda except it wasn't robotic and it had a curly purple mane. And real eyes. And a mouth. And it was alive. And it also had white fur.

"Pinkie! Are you sure this... this.. thing will not hurt us?"

'Pinkie' seemed to stare at me for a few seconds with an expression that resembled some sort of mix between curiousness and happiness.

"Of course! It's covered in ketchup anyways, so why wouldn't it be friendly?"

"--but.. just, look at it! It looks... frightening! It looks menacing! Look at the..."

She procedeed to tap my chest with one of her stupidly clean limbs to prove her point.

"...menacing plating it has! I dare say this.. thing looks most menacing!"

I raised my hand and spoke with a tone of light agression,

"Hey, I'm no thing, I'm a hum-"

'Pinkie' interrupted me. Her voice sounded like a shriek compared to mine.

"He hasn't hurt us yet, has it? So that means it's friendly! You aren't one to judge by appearances, are you Rarity?"

The white unicorn seemed to look at itself in shame before proudly raising her head.

"Very well then, I hereby allow 'it' inside. So long as all you do is TALK, and not touch anything."

The white 'unicorn' sighed and then nodded to 'Pinkie', whom was staring at her. They both procedeed to turn away and walk inside, with 'Pinkie' stopping and turning to me to motion me inside. I noticed how most of the bright white interior surrounded by pink walls looked like a mess. There were manequinns of several horses strewn about in what I'd guess is a 'jumping' position, piles of gems scattered across several corners, heaps of varying clothes and several tools that one would use should they ever decide to sew and create varied articles of clothing. I heard the door close behind me and the unfamiliar sound of the white unicorn's hooves making that 'clop clop' noise as she walked away.

"What's your name, anyways?"

Shaking myself out of my stupor, I dumbly stared ( Altho not really visible because of certain massive helmet covering my face ) at 'Pinkie' before responding,

"My name is Isaac Hammond."

'Pinkie' stared at me for a few seconds and ran up to me, thudding at my armor.

"Weird name for a robot! I mean, wouldn't you be named Beep-Boop? And why does your voice sound so..." She proceeded to poke me again before shifting gazes from my chest to my helmet. "...fluid?"

"Because I'm not a robot, I'm a person!"

She withdrew from my chest and stood infront of me, still looking up to my helmet.

"You're a pony, too? Woah, I've never seen a pony like you before!"

I froze. Ponies? You mean, pretty pink ponies? Y'know, kinda like the ones you'd see prancing around TV if you were a girl or something?

"I'm not a pony, okay, I'm a.. human. Do you know what a human is?"

"...a what? I never heard of person-robots that suddenly appeared in towns!"

I sighed, trying to make it clearly audible through my speaker.

"Just.. nevermind... Now, tell me, what are ponies?"

~~~

I laughed at this point. It felt like I was going insane yet at the same time I was locked up in some sort of paradise. Everything was stupidly cheery in this world. No damn problems, no political disputes, no nuclear fallouts, not even GUNS in this place. I'd probably have to use a sword once this 300 pack of plasma cells run out. A damn sword. Sigh. Rarity continued her speech.

"So.. yeah, that's it. The whole of ponydom is ran by dear Princess Celestia and Princess Luna. Quite frankly, I'd be telling you about everywhere else, but I personally don't know anything about the other countries waiting beyond our own borders, so..."

I was sitting on this extremely hard wooden chair that somehow managed to hold my weight. I simply nodded my head. She had just summed up 'Equestria' in 30 minutes.

"No, thank you. That's more than enough. Now, you people are serious when you tell me you don't have any guns... or cannons... or anything like that?"

Rarity nodded.

"We do have cannons, but they were put out of use a long while ago. You see, there was thi-"

She was cut off and frightened by a loud alarm followed by a voice that sounded much like the one that the purple pony, except it sounded much more garbled, maybe even . The sheer volume of whatever sound emitter made up for it, though.

"Attention, citizens of Ponyville! This is Twilight Sparkle, and I have to inform you of a steel giant on the loose, and he- *cough*, he just stuck a knife in my damn throat. Report him to the Mayor's Hall if you see him, and... and run if he gets too close! Celestia's guardsmen are coming! Remain calm!"

I slowly craned my head towards Rarity, who was staring at me in terror. Then I turned it towards Pinkie, who seemed to be still trying to capture whatever the comm had just said.

"You stabbed Twilight Sparkle!?"

Rarity's voice had some sort of extreme anger, shock and confusion going on in it. I stood up instantly and started walking backwards towards the door, my view still fixated on the white unicorn slowly standing up from it's chair.

"It was in self defense! She had slammed me into a goddamn wall!"

Pinkie shot up from behind Rarity and whispered something into her ear.

"No, Pinkie! We can't forgive him! He almost killed one of our friends."

Pinkie Pie was trying to keep up pace with her and whisper some more as I stepped out the door into the outside, gripping my plasma pistol should she try anything.

"A friend isn't really your friend when he jams a KNIFE up your other friend's throat! Look, just back off, okay? I don't wanna hurt you too."

At that moment, I instantly pulled my plasma pistol near my face and aimed down the sights, right hand firmly securing my gun in place as I continued to walk backwards.

"Look, I don't wanna shoot you! Don't even fucking dare!"

Someone shrieked from behind me and next thing I know is that I'm pushed backwards by the same force as before, except it was a little stronger. This time I was actually ready for it and my T-51b's Tight Grip mod kicked in just seconds before the attack; forcing several metal spikes to pop out of every corner in my armor's feet and pierce the ground, a loud click indicating that they were secured in place. The blast didn't do much to me, it felt like a massive gust of wind against most of my upper body, but I remained steady and moved backwards only a few feet. Tight Grip's spikes forced themselves out of the ground and retracted into special hollowed out spots in my feet as I shoot my '86's first bullet of the day at Rarity. To my surprise, it hit her right in the shoulder and the plasma burned through her skin pretty damn badly; leaving a charred, smoking black-red spot of flesh that revealed most of the upper muscle structure that made up her right leg. She shrieked out into the air and slumped over on her left side, her head pathetically lifting itself upwards only to pass out as soon as she saw her own wounds. Pinkie sprung up behind her and stared at me quizically before looking in shock at Rarity's body.

"Why!?" Pinkie shrieked.

I kept on walking backwards.

"She asked for it! Crime and punishment!"

I couldn't really notice my movement tracker because I was far too focused on Pinkie, and I literally gasped when I turned around only to see several winged stallions wrapped in tight gold armor, most of their features ( Save for their blue, glowing eyes ) being covered by armor. Most of them were white, but I ignored that as my head flashlight turned itself on almost instantly, detecting the low light levels around me. Behind them was what I guessed was Princess Celestia, covered in the same set of armor as them, her eyes glowing a deep yellow that seemed to trail off her eyes and backwards.

"STOP IN THE NAME OF THE LAW!" Celestia yelled with a voice that practically made the floor shake. Her guards held a steady line across the street I was planning to go through, and what appeared to be some sort of spears were starting to emerge from the guard's shoulders, jousting outwards. They were basic bulls now.

"Fuck you! I'm not stopping for shit. Let me through or else I'll have to kill more of your goddamn ponies!"

Celestia seemed to look to her side for two seconds as if whispering to something or someone, before raising her head upwards, her colorful rainbow mane tugging upwards. Surprisingly, it wasn't dancing OR sparkling, it was acting like a perfectly normal mane.

"LET IT BE SO, THEN. GUARDS, CHARGE!"

I suddenly renembered why I had that particular weight on my back, why I couldn't sit without hitting my back against something hard. I reached out towards my back, obtained a good grip on the barrel of the gun and to my relief I obtained a modded Assault Carbine, one of those that closely resembled a M4a1, yet still wasn't considered one. I gripped the barrel tightly with my left hand and held the grip tightly, my finger placed over the trigger
"Shiiet!"

I began to blindly fire my rifle in arcs with the rifle swayed up to my hips, the combination of the motion tracker's beeping and the gunfire practically deafening me.



I didn't hear the familiar sounds of plated bodies hitting the floor and neither did I hear my own collapse.

Author's Note

This chapter is really rushed, gay, and maybe even really fucking homo

So uh yeah. Drop the hate bomb n shit and give me more goddamn criticism.

BTW sorry, no not-me prereader this time. I hope it's not too terrible

Comments ( 28 )

Woa shit I updated this thing

Woah.

Woah.

god fucking damn my pre-reader has to dc 20 mins before i finish it
fuck shit goddamn

other than feeling quite rushed it's not too bad

needs a little (a lot) of work and feels quite rushed. I wouldn't be surprised if you edit this at a later date. further more, did you plan at having twilight stabbed? I felt like that was when the story began to start sucking. You have potential, but again it needs work.
:facehoof:

I'd say rewrite this completely, I know a bad plot choice when I see one.

i knew how you guys would react to this lol, i made it extreme for some reason
next chapter should beup sometime in tomorrow afternoon

FUCK BEING NOBLEBRIGHT, SHOOTIN ALL THE PONIES IS HOW YOUR SUPPOSED TO ACT

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

#7 · Dec 10th, 2011 · · ·

A very specific point of "What" Is when he stabs Twilight in the trachea and then goes and talks to Rarity.

It didn't seem rushed I mean that's it's better then most fic's out there now

Not bad. Keep 'em coming.

Eh it was actually pritty good keep it up man

59788

His original intentions were to talk to somepony

Then Twilight fwooshed him around

So he stabbed her

And then went to talk to another horse

The end

Finally a story where the pones get some, i hope he isn't already out. Prove your strength! Knock down the withe bitch a little, yeah!!:flutterrage:

I like it! *throws coffee cup on ground*

I like it! *throws coffee cup on ground*

Woah. You managed to have a character nearly killing two of the mane cast, and not make him seem like a total dickhead (only partially dickhead). Keep it up.

not bad, it needs some work thou. its a little rushed, but you are already good at making me unable to wait for the next part to come out. keep up the good work.

not bad, but i am curious how this story is going to go.. keep up the storys bro....

ahhhh.....uhhhh....this is shit, I demand a rewrite, the character is a fucking ignorant retard....

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ahhhh.....uhhhh....this is comment is shit, I demand a rewrite, the poster is a fucking ignorant retard....

67966

THAT IS WHY I FAIL :rainbowlaugh::pinkiecrazy:

67968

JUST AS PLANNED

68632

OR IS THAT WHAT I WANT YOU THINK?

... the knife on neck part derailed it.

I believe you mis-spelled Remnants power armor, you spelled it as
T-51b power armor. And I believe you forgot your about your good weapons.

YES KILL EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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