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→Finally, the assorted crazy that was my brain lurched to a decision as I turned to face him and backed away. As much… as nice… as the idea was, there were way too many unknowns, not to mention the fact I might snap and kill him right in the middle. I was really glad for once that my heart wasn’t pounding in my chest; the noise would have been a dead giveaway. But I didn’t know who or what he was beyond male… Sweet Celestia, was he… but I didn’t even know his name, not to mention species!

→So did he.

→Was I?

→And I’d killed an innocent filly.

→“Yes, she was.”

→“It’s awfully pretty.”

→Chapter 44: Mares and Stallions

→By Somber

→Fallout Equestria: Project Horizons

→“Yeah. Sure,” she said as she dug in her bags for a dark purple healing potion, floating it to Bluebelle. The mare drank eagerly, and the bleeding cut off immediately. She pulled out a second and offered it to me, but I shook my head.

→“Can you help her?” I asked, and Dazzle balked a moment. “Can you help her, Dazzle?” I yelled.

→Then Dazzle staggered through the mud and muck. “Candlewick’s trying to find a way out. The back doors are all covered in rubble.” Her lilac eyes widened at the holes in Bluebelle.

→“Glad for that, now,” she coughed, looking at my rifle, and then her lip curled in a half smile.

→“I have no wish to fight you,” I replied. She was bleeding out her mouth as well, and I dug into her saddlebags. I found some healing potions, but they were clear as piss and just as useful. My own I’d handed over to Glory back in the hospital; after all, only Rampage and I had regeneration talismans. Why hadn’t I tried to get Lacunae to teach me that healing spell? Why hadn’t I even bothered to try?

→She didn’t even completely fall as I whirled toward the next. The unicorn was bringing an AM rifle to bear, but at this point I wasn’t thinking that far anymore. I charged straight at the unicorn as she tried to use her remaining seconds to kill me. But I lifted a glob of muck and threw it in her face as she fired. I felt a warm wet sensation in my side, and turned to look at the third trying to pump every bullet into me. There was no pain as he emptied his magazines into my barding. I slipped into S.A.T.S. and saw the look of horror etched on his face.

→But there were three ponies approaching through the smoke, dust, and rain aiming to change that. I leapt upon the closest before she could react. Her assault rifles chattered away to either side as I grabbed her battle saddle bridle with my thumbs and stared right into her horrified red eyes. Then I stamped Vigilance to the side of her skull and blew her brains out.

→* * *

→Then the projector flickered and died. The three of us stared blankly at the wall and I murmured softly, “Well, now I have a better idea why the world blew up like it did.”

→The pair then sang out, “So we’ve got opportunity in each and every community! He’s Flim! He’s Flam! We’re the world famous Flim-Flam Brothers!”

→‘ERROR,’ flashed over and over in my vision. That seemed to sum up everything in me right now. Rampage, P-21, and Scotch trotted after me. I wanted to gasp, but my lungs didn’t gasp. I wanted my heart to race, but it didn’t beat at all. They stared at me, P-21 in pain as he held his gut. Rampage stepped closer. “Blackjack…”