So... This story was rushed. Incredibly so. So I'm discontinuing it. Not because I don't like it, but because I can't figure out how it can go one without making it dumb.

I'll keep this up for anyone to read if they want, but I will continue this MLP/Fallout crossover thing. I've been reading this things a lot lately over on fimfiction, and I've been inspired. Here is the preview. The story's already up.

You know what they say about war; it never changes.

But does that also apply to friendship?

Littlepip woke up from her slumber, sunlight getting into her eyes as soon as she opened them. She walked to the window and looked to the illuminated expanses of the Wasteland for the first time, regarding everything with varying degrees of terror.

As she worked up the courage to step hoof outside, she picked the footlocker that was in the room she was in. She found a beautiful dress that was too large for her, though she still stored it in her saddlebags.

Mindful of the sniper from the previous day, Littlepip opened up the door with telekinesis while hiding behind an overturned table, a chime going off as she did so. More sunlight poured in, but nothing else. It was absolutely silent.

That was when the guitar started, its notes carrying trough the air. A voice started soon after, though she couldn't hear what the words were.

Pip slowly walked into the doorway, 'admiring' the graffiti. She slowly followed the 'art' on the boutique she was in from outside and to the rafters. She wished she hadn't; up there were dozens of cats, all desiccated, were hanging from the ceiling like disgusting decorations. She took a step back in disgust. That was when the beeping started. She turned and half a small orange disk half buried in dirt, a red light pulsing in sync with the beeps.

"CLOSE THE DOOR!"

Littlepip didn't question the mechanical voice, and it saved her life. The blast tore the door off of its hinges. The raiders had left that instead of having someone wait. Smart.

"You need to get to the library," The voice commanded her. No longer panicked, she questioned it.

"Why?" She asked, looking around to see if she could see the source of the voice. Her ear perked up as she heard the guitar and voice start up again. She shoved the door off and walked over to the doorway, seeing the large tree in the center of the ruins. On the balcony she could see a figure in a cowboy hat with its hind legs on the rail, strumming away at a guitar.

Pip cautiously creeped towards the tree, now on her own accord.

On her way she ran into the grotesque bodies of the raiders that once inhabited the town. Holes the size of a hoof were in the chests of some, heads were cut or blown off, slash marks all across some chests, sword slashes lined with charred flesh, and crushed skulls were all apart of the mortal injuries the ponies faced. Littlepip gagged; Whoever had done this hadn't fought the raiders, they had MASSACRED them.

She quietly opened the door, and was bombarded by more terrible raider décor, complete with mutilated ponies lashed onto the walls. Murals that had been painted on before the war were drawn over by the raiders, most being pornographic. The stench of death fell onto the library like a blanket.

As Littlepip backed into the wall, in the middle of a panic attack, she began to notice the two cages in the room. Not counting the knife with the blade of a saw, they were completely barren. Whoever was on the balcony had freed them. She looked up and saw another cage, though that one's lock had been picked somehow. It was empty.

She slowly crept up the stairs, and was greeted by even more death. One pony had to halves of a pool cue stuck into his eyes, his mouth wide open. Another had its throat ripped out, his last look of surprise hinting how he died. Another was turned into a knife block, with over two dozen knives in his body. One more had had her skull literally been cracked like an egg. The last body, laying outside of the door that led to the balcony, had the barrel of the sniper rifle they had wielded coming out of her mouth, as if her jaws were the pot to a plant. The stock was sticking out of their hindquarters.

Pip slowly creeped in, observing the beings at the rail of the balcony. One was a grey unicorn-his coat was much darker-with locks of blonde poking out of the back of his cowboy hat, wearing a brown duster that had numerous weapons strapped to it. She could see dark blue two wings in-between the weapons. His forelegs-which were encased in white armor of some kind-were crossed over his chest, and she could see his Pip-Buck strapped to his left foreleg. That was when she noticed he was wearing a Stable barding, though his was much more worn. A fellow Stable-Dweller! He sat in his chair in a strange way, his hindlegs-covered in the same kind of armor as his other set of legs-were on the rail right beside the swivel the sniper rifle that was skewering the raider was made for, and only the back legs of the chair touched the ground.

At his side was the biggest dog she had ever seen (granted he was the third) with a red bandanna around his neck, a pair of goggles on his forehead, and a makeshift harness with bits of scrap metal and polymer around his body. His full attention was given to his apparent master, so it didn't know she was there yet. She did behind an overturned lawn chair as the stallion started his next song with a few strums.

I don't want to set the world on fire
I just want to start a flame in your heart
In my heart I have but one desire
And that one is you, no other will do

I've lost all ambition for worldly acclaim
I just want to be the one you love
And with your admission that you feel the same
I'll have reached the goal I'm dreaming of, believe me

I don't want to set the world on fire
I just want to start a flame in your heart

The stallion let his head fall back and sighed, having enjoyed playing the song. Pip enjoyed listening to it, thinking the song was fit for the new world around her.

"You like the number?" He asked. Littlepip froze as the dog suddenly got up and began walking towards her hiding spot, growling. She tried to run out of the room, but the doors were shut in a flare of green magic, slightly darker than her own. The pony stood up on four legs, and she could see that she was slightly larger than all of the guard ponies back in Stable 2, making Pip's eyes level with the middle of his neck, of which there was a bandanna around that had a peculiar pattern on it, with white stars on a blue background with red and white stripes beside them. His eyes-a light blue-were filled with not the flame of rage, but slight curiosity. That didn't stop him from levitating a pistol with a barrel as big as her entire foreleg and pressing it against her nose.

"You should've stayed in that Stable, girl."

Littlepip ran as fast as her small legs could carry her. She didn't dare look back at the horde, where Sam had disappeared into. She hadn't known the trans-dimensional wanderer for long, but she had come to like him. A lot.

Pip noticed that the sky chariots in front of her had camouflage painted on, and by the looks of it the were transporting turrets. Unfortunately for them, the turrets' main bodies were dented and shot beyond repair. That option was moot, but it didn't stop her from trying. She ran up to them and tried to reprogram the spell matrices on them, but it was no use. Calamity landed in-between her and the zombie-ponies, took a quick look at her, then turned and opened fire on the horde. She allowed a tear to fall. They were going to die.

As if it was a scene at the end of a action movie, Pip saw Sam climb on top of a skywagon behind the main line of zombie-ponies, encased in armor she had never seen before. It was similar to the armor she had seen in Steel Ranger posters, but was incredibly different at the same time. The plates were thicker, seemed to be made of different material, and all were sloped, more sleek. There were no hard angles anywhere. His helmet was, in her opinion, an improvement; Its visor was more defined, curving upwards at the ends rather than downwards, the mouthpiece had one medium-sized grille and two smaller ones at the top along with bigger gas hoses(supplemented with two smaller ones), and one large light aright below his encased horn. His tail was also covered in steel, but the various flexible pieces looked like it could be used as a makeshift melee weapon if the need arose. Even his wings were armored in something akin to chainmail, with spikes in-between the feathers. His satchel was slung and attached to his back, along with a dual minigun battle saddle. The miniguns, however, looked very strange; Instead of one bunch of barrels together, there was one large and two small clustered together.

"Alright, you decomposing fucks!" He shouted, making the ghoul-ponies turn to him. "Two guns, three friends in mortal danger, a strained hoof, an itch to shoot something, and ten thousand rounds!" The barrels on both sides split, every single one spinning as the ghouls began to screech and charge at him.

"Let's fucking party!"

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