tGaSS

        Fallout: Equestria

        The Great and Secret Show

 

 

        Str 3           Applebob

        Per 7           Level 1

        End 6

        Cha 6

        Int 8

        Agl 5

        Lck 5

 

Chapter 1

Eat them before they go bad

 

        My dad had me stay with him, sewing jumpsuits for the good of the stable.

I hated it. Our room was right by the laundry room, I had to check them for rips

after they came out. Frayed. Harder to sew. I once asked why I could not do them

before they got washed, he gave me a look of disgust and told me to just go to bed.

I hated him. I did not see my father but at the end of the day, when he was done

coaching boys' soccer. It was all very stupid. I played soccer once. Running was great.

I am big for my age. Tall, that is. I do not have my cutie mark yet.

 

        Class had ended at three, I loved class. I love knowledge. Read every book I

find. I get itchy. Especially in the backend. Dry itch. Weird since I only drink water.

Dad says I'll go to "the party" soon, I assume when I get my mark. Maybe it is the laundry

powder. Has it changed? Seems like it. I'm sure it has. The lights too. In my dreams, I am

starting to see different lights. They come at me fast, making me jerk and shudder. Or sometimes

I fall from really high and spasm awake. I would look over at dad's bed across the room and he

would not even be there. Probably with my mom. I did not even know who she was, although I

probably saw her every day, here or there. At a meal maybe? Probably. Perhaps she was a teacher?

I did love class. I was told all about special someponies and where little ponies come from, I

was so excited in my chest. Like whenever I found a new book. Has it been... so long?

 

        I have not found a new book in forever. This itch is agitation, I know it. I should take

the C.A.T. again. Maybe getting my cutie mark will bring that feeling back. Or seeing boys. Girls

and boys, Why was I kept away from it? Just sit in class together, then go to work. Well, I did

not know what everypony else did. There was no talking in class. Why would you want to when we

were being told all about the history of the sisters? Equestria was wonderful, but now it was

blasted. We were saved by this stable, built by Scootaloo. One of the CMC.

 

        I wish I could smell the clothes before they were washed, or at least talk to the ponies

who ripped their clothes instead of checking every one. I get there after class and the machines

are already going. I leave and, I believe, somepony else will show up to fold them. This itch!

I am so mad that I do not feel excited like I used to, all tingly in the belly. Just mad.

Read a book? That I had read ten times before? I hurl that book at that far wall and slam my

hooves into this one. I scream- no, yell. Bellow to the point where my throat pleasantly

reverberates. The door slides open and dad is fast trotting over to me, saying something about

the time. Another holiday? I see that ugly old stallion I would see during a holiday when we

rounded the corner, then the three of us are down the hall. We turn away from the hall leading

to class, with mess at the end. What is this? Am... am I going to party? With boys? I wet my bed

with those dreams. Once or twice. That was a gooey feeling. I kinda feel that way right now,

going up these stairs.

 

        This hall's door slid open to a humming room with a big circular thing in the middle that

did not make me feel good at all, but I calmed once I thought that it must be the generator.

Must be. We go around it and another one to a door that slides open to reveal a chamber half

constructed metal and half dug-out rock, with a big gear plugging the rock hole and steps leading

up to our platform where a control panel sat that makes this big arm slide down and grab the gear.

Then it makes this horrendous screech as it slides the gear back and rolls it out of the way as

klaxons sound. Why does it open inward if it was to protect from outside blasts? Outside. Outside!

 

        "what?" I turn to see the ugly pony has a gun in his mouth. Ten mil semi. I didn't know we had those.

 

        "You have a choice" behind me my dad had a canteen, "you can take this and go, or you can go right now."

 

        "What?" I say again, dumbfounded. I suddenly really have to pee.

 

        "Wake up, my sweet little daughter. Look how big you are." He tossed me the canteen. Full of water. I step back, turn around; only now noticing the dried brown spots speckling the panels I trot across, straight for the hole. Rock under my hooves. So hard. I smell different air. Through the hole to the other side, going up an incline into darkness. The squeal of the door behind my back made me whip around to see it pooch out. Stable 16. Huh. A single yellow light illuminated the painted number and the access panel beside it. I turned to continue forward. The incline leveled out along with the mix of caution and fear as I spotted the glowing outline of a door. A rickety old wood door mostly made of chicken wire. I exhaled hard from the exertion and that the metal doorknob was jiggling. Inhale. I smell something new, I think it is sweet. My head is pounding. I am so excited I rear up and slam my hooves into the inner frame, sending the door flying and blinding myself.

 

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