We know what happened after the Fallout and the heroes it produced. But do you know what happens after heroes have come and gone?
Have you ever wondered what happened after the stories ended?
This is what I think what happened after the stories of our beloved heroes of the wastes. May I present to you, 5 heartwarming stories that will hopefully make you feel better after the stupidly tragic endings that most FoE stories have. I mean seriously! Out of the five, Murky Number Seven wasn't tragic!
After everything the Equestrian Wasteland threw at them, they were getting married and Velvet Remedy couldn't be more happier. Calamity, the buck of her life, proposed to her on a sunny afternoon. They were sitting on a hill top, looking at the new world that Littlepip had brought, when Calamity cleared his throat.
"So, ah've been thinkin'" He started off, obviously looking a bit uncomfortable. "What if we settle down, if ye catch mah drift."
Velvet, taken off guard, looked at the pegasus in shock. He awkwardly shifted his hat to cover his face, and mumbled something that Velvet couldn't quite hear. Then, before she could say anything, Calamity grabbed a bottle of Wild Pegasus and took a swig. He then started trying to do anything but look at the surprised mare.
"Y-You mean, get married? Is this a proposal?" Velvet felt her cheeks getting a bit warmer, and a small smile started forming on her muzzle. She could almost feel that Littlepip was smiling from her tower, and if you asked her, Velvet would swear that the day got brighter, not a single cloud in the sky, and a large rainbow decorating the sky.
"Ah suppose so," Calamity finally stopped fidgeting and looked solely at his beloved. "It would make me the happiest stallion in Equestria if ye said yes."
"Yes," came the whispered reply, but not without emotion.
***
"We are gathered here on a special occasion. The marriage of the unicorn, Velvet Remedy, and the pegasus, Calamity," the Pastor's voice rang out, clear and uninterrupted. The wedding was located in front of Littlepip's tower so she could see better at Homage's request. Nopony disagreed.
A nervous Calamity stood uncomfortable on the podium with a suit that he somehow got in New Appleloosa. He was looking at the gorgeous sight before him. Velvet Remedy in a lovely gown, the same dress that Littlepip found in Ponyville, trotting down the aisle. She passed the Applejack Rangers; she passed the Tenpony team, New Appleloosans, Alicorns, and many other ponies they've helped on their adventures.
"Do you, Velvet Remedy, accept Calamity as your husband? To forever love and cherish him, to stay with him when times get tough?" The Pastor asked once she got in position.
"I do."
"Do you, Deadshot Calamity, accept Velvet as your wife? To forever love and cherish her, to protect her when needed?"
"Ah do."
"Then I pronounce you Mare and Colt!"
***
I looked down at the festivities and smiled, a single tear rolling down my cheek.
After all, my tears stopped flowing and after all the crushing hugs that were being delivered, I got up. I still had a silly grin on my face as I hugged them a second time, as if saying that they were real and not a dream.
"I knew you would come back, Lil'bro! I never lost hope!" Glimmer grabbed me and ruffled my mane, much to my delight. I leaned against her, sighing contently. I missed this.
My peace got shattered when everypony started asking questions that I couldn't keep track of.
***
I sighed tiredly from all the questions I answered. Unity, seeing how overwhelmed I was, grabbed me and hauled me over to the bookstore. My heart swelled to see that my friends kept their promise. It felt right, that this was here. My eyes went a little blurry once I saw a metal plate above the door frame: Protoge's Library.
"How are you Murk?" Unity glanced over at me, a small smile on her face.
"I'm great! I'm better then great! H-How are you?" I stared at her with concern; the last time I saw her, she couldn't remember a thing.
"I'm doing great as well! Coral said you sacrificed yourself for me, that you stayed behind to recover my memories. That was brave of you." Unity's voice lowered to a whisper, her eyes shimmering with new tears.
"It's ok, I'm alright. I made it, didn't I? And look, I can fly now!" I grinned as I tried to flap my wings in the tight library.
"Hey, stop! Do you know how long I've spent cleaning these books?" She huffed indignantly, but her eyes were shining with laughter.
"I've missed you," I leaned in and gave her another hug, to which she returned with the same intensity. "You have no idea how it felt, not knowing if you made it or not. Not knowing if you remembered anything. It was horrible!"
"Shh, It's ok. We're here together. It's fine." She gripped on to me as I felt tears fall onto my shoulder.
***
I was being led around by Glimmer. She was touring me around the village, showing me the various different houses. Her grin was wide as she gestured at every little thing. I didn't care much for who loved where; it was just enough to see my sister again. To see that bright smile on her face.
"And over here, is your house! I hope you like it, I've spent hours on it, trying to make it as perfect as possible!" Glimmer's grin went even wider as she saw my shocked face. "Well, what do you think? Come on Lil'bro! You can't keep me hanging like this!"
"I-It's perfect!" I jumped on top of my sister and hugged her as tight as I could; her squeals of surprise made me laugh.
***
I sat next to a hulking pony, sharing a drink.
"How's farming Blitz?" I grinned at how happy he seemed; farming must've done good for him.
"It's good. I'm hoping to collect the crops later this month." Brim rumbled, a small smile playing on his lips. I giggled at how unsuccessful he was at trying to tamper with his happiness.
"Murky! Brim! Dinner's ready!" Coral's voice rang out in the crisp air. We got up together, and trotted in sync towards the big house, a smile on our muzzles.
A young pink mare trotted down a path she had walked many times. Her flank bore a heart that was half pink and half golden in gear. The mare was really proud of this cutie mark as it expressed her love for mechanics and technology.
Serenity stepped inside her office at the new Watcher's HQ. On her desk, a terminal contained a bunch of audio files that held her mother's testament. The one thing she said in her will, for Dise to know the truth about Clean Cutt. Serenity hasn't put the files together yet; it wasn't ready yet. She sighed and sat down on an old couch.
The noise of her door opening caught Serenity's attention. A buck stood awkwardly in the doorway, shifting his gaze everywhere.
"Yes?" I asked, slowly getting up.
"Umm, miss Serenity? The item that miss Hired was looking for? I th..." The poor pony got knocked to the side in Serenity's haste before she turned back and sheepishly asked where it was.
***
Serenity was trotting back to her office with a giant gun in tow with her magic. This gun has saved her life countless times and ended countless others. This gun cost a fortune in caps, and the stupid salespony wasn't willing to negotiate. This gun belonged to her mother. This gun is called Subtlety.
She placed the massive gun on the desk and gazed at it with a sad smile. Flare always said that this gun was Hired's beloved and that was the real reason she died; she couldn't spend another year apart from her beloved. That comment was too soon, and Serenity thumped him for it which he said he rightfully deserved.
Serenity sighed and got up. She lifted the gun off her desk and hung it up on a mantle as a memento of her crazy childhood. Then she turned on her monitor.
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.
***
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.
***
"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.
SolOS would've smiled if he could. He and P7, his brand new bride, were inside a hacked terminal, enjoying their honeymoon. He thought back to the small robot creature, and silently thanked her for everything she has done.
"What do you think honey?" He asked over the intercom.
"I think it's beautiful!" P7 cheery demeanour brought a bigger sense of brightness then the digital sunset SolOS projected.
***
Three friends sat in front of a box. The last box of muffins that the weird space foal brought. Behind them sat forty-one empty boxes besides crumbs.
"I don't think I can eat another muffin." Painkiller complained, rubbing his sore belly.
"Why did she give us so many!" Big Deal nudged the box with a hoof.
"I think I'll have one more." Riccochet smiled as he grabbed the box with his magic and inched it closer. The moment he opened it however, he gasped. The two foals heaved forwards to see as well, then all three smiled as widely as their little foal muzzles allowed them to.
***
"I did it! I can't believe I did it!" Lonesome Pony thrust a hoof in the air then fell to the floor, unbalanced.
"What did you do again?" a voice asked over the radio.
"I made a resistance that'll tackle the Enclave!" He started laughing, a big joyous grin on his face.
***
Molten Gold sat at the prow of a boat. A hoof touched his shoulder and he glanced back. His wife smiled back at him. Deep in his hearts of hearts, Molten thanked a small filly who helped him from something he didn't even know he was suffering from.
***
The entirety of Sun City rejoiced after their first full year of freedom. Creatures of all sizes and backgrounds cheered a single name.
***
A lone griffon, armed with a laser pistol, stood on top of a crumbling building. She looked back to see a plushie sitting in her saddlebags. A claw reached out and patted the plushie's head before leaping off the building. She spread her wings at the last moment and soared towards the setting sun with a great big grin plastered on her face.