Fallout Equestria:
Mimic
Beep, beep. beep. Whirr!
The turret above me fills the quiet, dimly lit room with the gentle sounds of its surveillance. Huddled up behind a desk, I'm safely out of its view. I look around in the dull red light, shivering, and wrap myself with my wings. Stupid, cold metal. I try to shift and peek over the edge, and an icy pang of fear rolls through my core. Okay. Pausing, I take a few breaths to steel myself. Slowly I turned my gaze down, squinting in the sanguine light.
"Fuck."
That is… That is a lot of blood. Oh sweet Celestia. I didn't even feel it! Fuck, I still don't! I try to move my hind legs again, staring dumbly as they refused to obey. Well that's not good. I shiver again, and wrap my wings tighter around myself, staring transfixed as blood stains my dusty pink feathers. Why doesn't it hurt? I muse, sucking in a shuddering breath.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Whirr.
"Fuck off!" I shout, suddenly furious, dashing my foreleg angrily against the table. Rapid beeping followed by the deafening staccato of gunfire fills the small room. Pain blossoms in my barrel, and I whimper, curling a hoof around my side. Not so lucky this time. My senses fill with the pain, the heat of the blood matting my coat. I giggle through gritted teeth. Surely I'm out of blood already, right? Still tittering, I dip the tip of my hoof into the spreading pool, tracing shapes into it.
How did this even happen? I just wanted to be a hero! The radio always tells us these amazing stories about the Lightbringer and her friends, about their adventures saving ponies. I thought… I thought maybe I could be an adventuring hero too. If I was, maybe I could get Rainy Days to notice me, yknow? He will now, moron. Everyone will notice you didn't come home.
Tears blur my vision, and I rub at my eyes. The scent of blood fills my nose as I smear it across my muzzle. Funny, my vision won't clear. A few seconds to ponder this and…. Oh. Oh dear. I hadn't even noticed that I'm not shivering anymore. That can't be good. Everything feels so distant, like it's a bad dream. Maybe it is. I'll wake up any second now. Right? Any second now! I silently plead, terror flooding through me.
As quickly as it came, the terror drains away. This isn't so bad. It doesn't even really hurt anymore. Well, it kinda does, but like it's happening to another pony. I try to move a foreleg, the limb feeling rubbery and unresponsive. I slowly lower it, and lean my head back against the table. I'm dying, I finally admit to myself. It's not so bad. I wish it wasn't so dark in here though. I can barely see a thing.
Sighing softly, I close my eyes. I guess not everyone can be a hero, right? Not everyone can be the Lightbringer, or then she would have nobody to save. I don't think she's gonna save me though. I wonder if someone will water my plant for me. A gentle sensation, like I'm drifting in the breeze, tugs at my consciousness. I guess this is it. I'm too tired to fight it anyways. In short order the breeze gives way to falling, and I struggle to open my eyes one last time, but they're too heavy. Oh well. I guess this is goodb-
Beep. Beep. Beep. Whirr!