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Where I am going, I do not know. Where I am, I have only a semblance of knowing. Where I have been, I have the curse of remembering. When you’ve been through hell, back again, then been dragged back in, fought back out for a second time, and then decided it was a lovely place to live and moved back; you are going to be pretty fucked up.

Once upon a time, not really that long ago, I was a school teacher, and a writer, living in the sparkling steel halls of Stable 33, of course, that all changed, otherwise I wouldn’t be sitting here talking to you about it. My entire fucked up and overly violent odyssey began on what seemed like a regular day in the halls of Stable 33.

“Curly Cake, it’s your turn.” I called, watching as the sweet little unicorn filly jumped up and came over, demonstrating the few spells that the Overmare actually required the unicorn fillies and colts to learn, three of the four weren’t even spells, just demonstrations of a loose grasp on levitation; putting a ball through hoops and such, and the only actual spell was a simple spell to alight the end of your horn a tad, giving off a bit of light. Supposedly it was because the lights on the lower maintenance levels where broken, and went out at random intervals, and every unicorn in the stable was forced to learn the spell in case they were assigned work down there, or got lost, (as if you could get lost in the Stable.)

She passed, and I called up the next filly, and the next, and then a colt, and then another filly, until I got to the Overmare’s daughter, a filly named Sparkle Swirl. She stepped up when I called her name, demonstrated the levitation easy enough, but when the time came for her to demonstrate the light spell, something happened.

She started nice and easy, a soft glow forming on the tip of her horn like it was suppose to, and then something that wasn’t supposed to happen, happened. A visible arc of electricity sparked across her horn, and then another, and another. A few of the other children backed away in fright, and some of the others got closer out of curiosity.

Sparkle Swirl was standing still, her legs trembling and her eyes screwed shut. The glow on her horn was becoming brighter and brighter, something more akin to the blinding glow of a welder’s torch than the soft light that was supposed to illuminate from her horn. The electricity began arcing off of the horn itself, zapping the air around it, filling the school room with a low hum that was gradually building, the sound making it seem as if the entire room where vibrating.

I called the filly’s name, but she couldn’t have stopped even if she’d wanted to. The magic she had managed to take control of was something not even her mother, the Overmare, the most talented unicorn magician to have graced the halls of Stable 33 in years, (or so her reputation and ego would suggest) could have achieved. I started to push and shove the students out toward the door, my actions seeming slow and sluggish even under the Nirvana-like effects of the adrenaline surging through my veins.

We’d barely made it out the door of the school room when a cranium splitting explosion rocked the entire stable. You could feel the energy of the bang through your bones and vibrating through the floor when it hit, I jumped when it happened, tripping and hitting my head on a wall hard enough that I was seeing stars and my ears where ringing; partly from hitting my head and partly because the bang had metaphorically torn me a new one.

I was shaking, the children were shaking, some of them where crying, though I couldn’t hear it over the ringing in my ears. I remember saying something about going inside to see if she was alright, but I don’t remember hearing myself speak. I turned away from them and opened the door to the school room.

The room was filled with a bit of smoke, and Sparkle Swirl was lying in the middle of a charred circle on the floor. The room itself was a mess, desks where flung over and books and papers where everywhere. Sparkle Swirl’s mane and tail a pair of huge puffs of hair lying on the floor with her in between. I rushed over, putting a hoof to her neck frantically.

“I swear to Celestia if you are fucking dead…” I thought, silently cursing the little filly’s magical talent and my own horrid luck, and then I felt a pulse, noticing her chest rise and fall right afterward.

“Ho-lee shit, she was alive!” By Celestia she’d survived that! I could’ve jumped up and down in glee right then and there.

Rather than letting loose a whoop of glee that I wouldn’t have heard, I wrapped a field of levitation around her as best I could, but unfortunately I was not much of a lifter, so the best I could do was carry her slowly, a few inches off the floor in front of me as I turned and walked back out of the classroom.

A pair of bucks from Stable security had showed up. One was doing his best to get the kids to calm down, but they were fairly shaken, and the other immediately started asking me questions, but I still couldn’t hear anything for shit. I tried to say as much, but I don’t think it came out right, because before I knew what was happening, he was dragging me down the halls, being mutely frustrated at how I managed to trip over everything and nothing, quite literally.

We arrived at the Overmare’s office shortly, just as I began to regain some semblance of hearing in one ear. I could tell that there where voices, and make out hoofsteps, (If vaguely) but I didn’t know what anyone was saying. From my end, everything that everypony was saying sounded like a kind of ‘Wob’ noise, or some variation thereof, and sounded very distant, even though the conversation I was hearing was little more than a step or two away.

“Wobwubwabwobwob,” The Overmare was talking to the security buck that’d dragged me here, “Wobwubwabwabwubwubwob.” The buck shook his head, looked at me, and then looked back at her, shaking his head again.

“Somehow, some way, this is going to be my fault.” I thought sourly, frowning at a tile with a chip in it. I didn’t know how, or why, or when, but this was going to end up pinned on me, because that was just my luck.

I shifted my weight and managed to slide on the Overmare’s office floor, falling flat on my side. Only I could manage to slide hooves over tile, but I wasn’t overly surprised, I was a klutz, and I’d done more astounding things and gotten hurt before, so I couldn’t say this was unusual.

The security buck snickered, sauntering over to help me up. I stood, without his help, shooting him a look for laughing at me, and then I grinned, I’d heard him snicker at me!

I could hear again! Yay!

In about ten seconds flat, I was sitting in a chair in the Overmare’s office, being yelled at.

“Tumble Flow, what in Equestria just happened in my Stable?!” The Overmare was asking, rather unnecessarily loudly, considering I’d only recently regained hearing after quite the traumatic experience, followed promptly by a self-inflicted head injury.

I could hear again! Fuck.

“Well?! What do you have to say for yourself Miss Flow? Do you have any idea what kind of damage that shockwave of energy could’ve caused to the Stable’s systems? Not to mention what could have become of my poor daughter or the other children! Why did you not intervene?!” She went on, but I didn’t hear her. Not that I couldn’t hear her, just that I quit paying attention. The Overmare had not been happy when I’d been appointed to the position of teaching the younger children, partly because that meant I was her daughter’s teacher, and she never approves of anyone having anything to do with that kid except herself or her husband, and also partly because she hated me.

I’d learned to tune her out while she was on these little rants when I was a kid and used to run around with a bunch of older bucks and get into trouble all the time. One of them, Olive, had taught me how to pick a lock with a bobby-pin and a screwdriver, and I’d gotten pretty good at it once upon a time. I recalled a time when the pair of us had broken into this very office to put a bunch of dirt from irrigation in her coffee beans, we hadn’t gotten caught for that one, but I still found it funny that she’d used the entire can of coffee mix and wondered why it tasted so awful and hadn’t once thought to actually look inside.

“What in Equestria am I going to do with you Tumble?” She asked. I’d tuned back in just in time to catch the end of her rant; the things where like clockwork with her, if I’d had a stopwatch a couple of these times, I’m sure that they would’ve matched up perfectly every time.

“I-I’m sure th’ you’ll find-d something.” I stammered, grinning a little. I’d never been a good talker, which is really ironic because I write poetry, and a sure tongue is usually needed to properly read poetry aloud, due to the tongue-twisting nature of a lot of the rhymes, especially the things I tended to write at the time. Needless to say, I could not and cannot read my own work aloud.

“Someday Tumble, someday.” She said grimly, and motioned with a forehoof for me to exit the office, her horn alighting and lifting a pen as she turned back to work.

I walked down the familiar clean halls, off toward the medical clinic.

~

I found Sparkle Swirl asleep on one of the hospital beds. Somepony had taken the time to brush her mane and tail back into their normal states, and she looked relatively unharmed. There was no point in feeling responsible for what’d happened, but I still did.

None of the medical staff seemed to be on scene, so I just took the liberty of reading her chart myself. She hadn’t been run through any tests yet, though she’d complained of a headache, but apparently she’d been complaining about them for a few days, so that ruled out a concussion. It looked like they were worried about damage to her ear drums; hell, if that was the case, why weren’t I and all of the other children in these hospital beds?

I shook my head, putting Sparkle Swirl’s chart back where I’d found it, turning and walking back out of the clinic, heading back down the hallways and down a flight of stairs to Living Quarters C. I pulled my keycard out of a pocket in my stable barding, and slid it through the reader on my room door. I walked in and closed the door, watching it slide down mechanically, flopping into bed. I fell asleep quickly, tired from the day’s excitement. I also neglected to set my alarm clock.

I awoke to a rather annoying droning noise that I blamed on the events of the previous day that almost certainly damaged my ears, as well as the sound of running water, as if all of the toilets in the bathroom down the hall had been flushed at once, (The pipes ran through the ceiling of my room.) I yawned, and tried to get out of bed slowly, placing a hoof on a stray pillow rather than the tile floor, and slipped, falling out of bed and knocking my head on the base of my nightstand.

I sighed, getting up off the floor carefully, slipping again but catching myself. I was used to falling down all the time, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating. I was all wet from landing on the floor.

“Wait, what the fuck?” Why was the floor wet?

I looked down, and sure as hell, the floor was covered in water up past my hooves, the pillow I’d stepped on was floating. I frowned at the floor, and splashed over to my room’s door, and opened it.

Immediately, the low, annoying droning noise transformed into the loud wail of the emergency siren, closely followed by a wall of water falling into my room, sweeping me off of my hooves and back into my room. Now, I’d never had to swim before, but I’d read books that mentioned it and knew basically how to do it, which was all fine and dandy in theory, however when it came to applying that, I didn’t have the slightest of clues.

Fortunately, I’d had the good sense to suck in a breath before being overtaken by water. I opened my eyes underwater, and then squinted immediately after, regretting the decision. Celestia’s fiery flank; that burned! I could see well enough to make out the door underwater, and kicked toward it, my movements in the water sluggish and clumsy. (Big surprise there)

My lungs burned in protest, I wanted so badly to let go of the breath I was holding, but I knew that if I did, I’d drown, and so I kicked harder against the water flowing into my chambers. Squeezing my eyes shut I kicked and kicked my hooves as hard as I could, my lungs practically screaming at me to let them exhale.

I broke the surface, and promptly bashed my horn into the ceiling of the hallway. Pain like no other flared through my body as I attempted to fight through the pain and tread water for the first time, at the same time. The wailing of the emergency siren was ever-present and even more obnoxious out here, and I barely had room in the hallway for my head to be out of the water.

Slowly, I paddled my way down the hallway, swallowing water and getting it up my nose and coughing and trying desperately not to drown. I made it to the end of the hallway, where it turned to the left, and led up the stairs, I pushed off the wall and clambered onto the stairs, which were still dry for the time being.

I was shaking, adrenaline surging through my veins. I panted, grateful to have solid ground underneath my hooves for the time being, even if I was soaking wet. I was silently grateful that I had never liked to wear my mane long like most other mares I knew; it would be extremely inconvenient right now.

I scrambled up the steps and fell, yet again, getting back up and doing my best as clumsy as I was, to run down the hallways. I noticed all of the rooms on this level had been left open, and where all empty, I galloped past the clinic; that was empty too. How late had I slept in?

I fell up another bunch of stairs, and made my way to the Overmare’s office, the door was locked and nopony answered when I knocked or yelled.

“Where the hell did everypony go?” I wondered, and ran to the security station.
The place was a wreck. Papers and books all over the place, desks thrown over, some of the lockers had been pried open with crowbars, and the rest where just hanging open. Someone had also left a radio on; I heard the emergency broadcast starting over again as came up to it, and I stopped to listen;

“Attention residents of Stable 33, this is your Overmare. The magical shockwave that occurred yesterday in the school wing of the Stable has damaged the water talisman, believed to have caused the widespread flooding throughout most of the lower levels of the stable, including maintenance, agriculture, and Living Quarters C. The Stable’s emergency locks have activated on all of the restrooms, maintenance, and the agriculture chambers, in an attempt to slow the progress of the flooding. All living residents are to report to the Atrium. I repeat; all living residents report to the Atrium immediately.”

Well, fuck.

I went into the back room of the security station, and quickly found what I was looking for; a screwdriver. I also I telekinetically fumbled around in my short mane, quickly finding a single bobby pin; I must’ve fallen asleep without taking them out, but it was still a miracle that it’d stayed in even after I’d been underwater. I grinned at my atypical luck, dashing off in the opposite direction I had been going, back toward the Overmare’s office.

I remembered as a filly, breaking in there with Olive, we’d found slots in the floor, like the floor could move or something, not just the regular lines in a tile floor. With any luck, it’d be open, or I could find a way to open it. If it even opened at all would be a gift from Celestia herself.

I skidded to a stop, too late, and slid right into the door. Ignoring my fumble, I levitated out the screwdriver and bobby-pin. I’d unlocked this door dozens of times this way, there was no way I was going to break the stupid bobby pi- Snap.

Celestia. Fucking. Damn it.

I cursed some more and thwacked the door with a hoof, and then looked back down the hallway, toward the stairs leading to Living Quarters B, thinking about going back and rummaging through someone’s stuff, looking for another bobby pin.

“Fuck it,” I muttered under my breath and jammed the screwdriver into the key-hole, (Thank Celestia the Overmare had the only fucking door in the Stable without a keycard type lock) twisting it as hard as I could and pushing on the door. It didn’t work, but that left me with one option. I turned around and positioned myself like I’d seen the applebuckers do once or twice, and threw a two-hoofed kick at the door.

The almost two-hundred year old wood splintered apart under my hooves, but the door didn’t open. I kicked a few more times, and had kicked a sizeable hole in the door itself. I rolled my eyes, not enjoying jarring my legs smashing this door down. I turned again and after kicking a few more times, I’d made a hole big enough to squeeze through, (Which, admittedly, was a pretty big hole.)

I crouched down and wriggled myself through the hole in the door, and immediately cursed yet again; the floor-door thingy wasn’t open, and I didn’t know if I could get it open, or if it even existed. I might as well try now that I was inside though. I stepped over to the Overmare’s terminal; it was off. I flipped the ‘On’ switch and then was promptly bored as I waited for it to start up. I looked around the Overmare’s office; it was unusually messy, but not like the security station had been, though the three lockers here where also hanging open, their contents missing as well.

I looked back to the terminal; it’d finished booting up, and was now prompting me for a password. I got it on the first guess; Magic. A list of options loaded onto the screen.

>Stable-Tec Orders

>Overmare’s Log

>Stable 33 Population Data

>Stable 33 System Status Information

>Unlock Safe

>Open Passage

Safe? I looked around the room, and sure enough, tucked between another desk and a wall was a safe, nestled nicely in between the wall and the desk, it seemed like it was made to fit right there, which it probably was. I clicked the unlock option, even though below it I spotted what I’d been looking for, my curiosity had gotten the best of me.

I got up from the desk and went over to the safe, telekinetically pulling it open. Inside was a cardboard box with no top, and inside that was a trio of smaller boxes, and a pistol. I pulled the box out and closed the safe, walking back over to the terminal, I downloaded the Overmare’s Log and Stable-Tec data onto my PipBuck for future reading material, (I’d always wanted to know what made this place tick) and finally I clicked the >Open Passage option, and instantly saw the results, along with what I’d been praying was not just a faulty childhood memory.

There was a loud hiss, followed by a creaking sound as the floor literally slid apart, revealing stairs down into a poorly lit room. Levitating the box with me, though I’m not sure why, I made my way carefully down the stairs. The room itself was completely empty, but directly across from the staircase was a button on the wall, identical to the ones used to open the living quarter’s doors, only without a keycard slot.

I crossed the room and pressed the button, I jumped at the resulting second loud hiss, and the wall rose up in front of me. The wall rising revealed that the passageway lead right to the door of Stable 33, and revealed the Overmare, leaning over the controls to the door, flanked by a pair of security ponies, with a hoof-full more security ponies. They all were turned toward me and looked like they were ready to go to war; the guards carried machine guns and the Overmare had a pistol strapped on, all of them were wearing Stable security barding.

“Tumble!” The Overmare called, abandoning the controls and running over to me. I hadn’t even noticed until then, but the siren had shut off when I’d accessed the Overmare’s terminal.

“How in Equestria did you come through there? Are you alright? Did you find any others?” She asked several other questions, but the answer to all of them was me shaking my head no. She didn’t ask about my blatant and rather obvious theft of her possessions any more than I cared to wonder, (at the time) why she’d left them there in the first place.

“Damn it…” She looked down at her hooves for a moment, and then back up, “Looks like we’re all that’s left.”

“W-what th’ hell is guh-going on?” I asked, I’d heard the security announcement, but I’d expected more ponies to be here than this; this was a pittance in comparison to how many ponies were living in the stable. With an emphasis on ‘were’.

“Almost everypony in the Stable was either working downstairs in maintenance or agriculture, and those areas sealed up almost immediately… Almost all of the ponies in the stable have drowned. The security ponies here, Doctor Silver, the two nurses, and the few colts and fillies are all that’s left.” The Overmare looked on the verge of tears for a moment, and I knew she was thinking about her husband who was the manager on the maintenance level, but she composed herself, and went on, “I’ve decided our only hope for survival is to get out of the Stable entirely, which means braving whatever is out there.” She said solemnly, looking toward the huge steel door marked with a yellow 33.

“Tumble,” she said, turning back toward me, “Go and get some security barding, one of the nurses should be taking care of the supplies, and load that gun.” She ordered. So she had noticed I’d made a theft of her belongings; though she didn’t seem to care, for now at least. “We don’t know what’ll be out there, and we need every able body we can get in case the shit hits the fan; well, any more than it already has.” She added, jerking her head toward the door leading into the Atrium.

I did as she asked, and Nurse Sweet Breeze found me some security barding that fit, (It was a Colt’s Medium, which made me blush noticeably in frustration, but grey fur hides it pretty well) and a holster for the gun, as well as a pair of saddlebags, (Also a Colt’s Medium)

“Th-thanks Nurse.” I mumbled, trying to talk and telekinetically roll up the sleeve of the barding up over my PipBuck at the same time. I finished and then fiddled with the straps of the pistol’s holster.

Nurse Sweet Breeze had taken one of the boxes out of the box I’d taken out of the safe; it’d been filled with bullets for the pistol. She’d shown me how to click the bullets into the magazine, and then chamber the first round on into the gun itself, as well as flip the safety switch. How she’d known how to do all that was beyond me, though I expected that one of the security bucks had given her a crash course earlier. She’d also dug around in the supplies and came back up with four more magazines and a couple more boxes of bullets. She and I had filled the magazines and slid them into pockets on the front of the barding that’d apparently been made to hold them.

She just nodded at my thanks, and put the rest of the contents of the box I’d taken, and the other box of bullets, as well as a few healing potions, into my saddlebags. She’d never talked much; I couldn’t expect her to now after all that’d happened.

I thanked her again and then turned toward Nurse Evening Gale, and Doctor Silver, who where tending to the children. I plodded over to them slowly, smiling as all of my little students crowded around me, asking questions and pouring over my new getup.

“Miss Flow, you look like a soldier!”

“Miss Flow, what’s gonna happen now?”

“Miss Flow, are we really leaving the Stable?”

“Miss Flow, where are my mommy and daddy?”

Miss Flow this, Miss Flow that, I loved these little ones and their naivety, it was so heartbreakingly adorable. Soon enough they’d find out their parents where dead, well, save for the few whose parents were present already, and all of their hope and cuteness would just crumble into depression; I know that’s how it was when my parents died when I was just a filly. I sighed, answering their questions as best I could, though carefully dodging around the questions about their parents or what was outside.

“N-now, you’ve ah-all, got-gotta promise me that you’ll b-be good fillies and c-colts, okay? Mi-Iss Tumble has to go help the security p-ponies, okay?” I smiled down at them, feeling on the verge of tears myself as I realized that we all very well could die, depending on what was out there, and that this could be the last time I saw all my little kiddoes alive and well.

“Miss Tumble?” I looked toward the voice; Sparkle Swirl had spoken up, “We want you to have something, so if something bad happens, you don’t forget about us.” Ah shit, now I really did think I was going to cry. Sparkle Swirl floated a notebook out of a cardboard box with her belongings in it.

“We know you write poetry; it’s your cutie mark after all, and you lived in Quarters C, so all of your writing stuff is gone,” Sparkle said, and I almost started crying right there. “So Peachy Keen gave us his notebook, and we signed all our names on one page, so you could still write poetry outside, and you wouldn’t forget about us.” She finished, levitating the little notebook out for me to take.

I took the spiral notebook in my own field of levitation, and smiled at it, opening it up to the page where they’d all signed their names, all eleven of them, and the first of the tears came, but I sniffed them back and did my best not to cry in front of my kiddoes; I had to be the strong one, for them; for the kids.

“Th-thank you.” I murmured; my voice barely a whisper as I somehow managed to not burst out sobbing and hug the life out of every one of their little adorable selves.

I tucked the notebook away in my saddlebags, safely underneath my bullets, and buckled them shut, bending down and giving all of my kids one last big hug.

“Oh-Okay, Miss Flow’s gotta go now, you all be guh-good for Doctor Silver and Nurse Eh-Evening Gale, okay?” I sniffed again, and they all nodded. I looked up at the aforementioned Doctor and Nurse, whom where smiling at me as I had my little moment with the children.

“Be brave.” One of them said as I turned away, I don’t know who said it, but I just nodded, mostly to myself, smiling and walking back toward the door out of the Atrium. I wiped the tears from my eyes and swallowed, and then plodded over to where the Overmare was waiting, talking with the head of security.

“Are we ready?” I asked.

“If you are.” the Overmare responded, looking me over.

I nodded, and the Overmare turned back toward the head of security, a buck whose name I remembered to be Jackhammer. I looked at him as she did, an eyebrow raised in curiosity, the tears of earlier momentarily held back behind the floodgates.

“As I was telling the Overmare; a pair of the bucks think they can hear explosions on the other side of the door. That’s why we’re all dressed up in our body armor with automatic weapons. We believe there may still be a war going on outside.” Jackhammer spoke, filling me in with his extremely deep voice. This explained quite a bit; having ‘The Overmare’s word is law.’ Drilled into your head a thousand times a day for several years kind of makes you think that you shouldn’t ask her questions she doesn’t give you the answer to in the first place. This is ironic, because I used to get into trouble all the time just so I could piss her off.

“Fall in line everypony.” she commanded, stepping back up to the door controls. I had no idea what that meant, but all of the security ponies lined up, so that answered my question. I took a place at one end of the line.

“We have no idea who or what is outside of that door, however, what we do know, is that we cannot stay here. No matter what is on the other side of the door, I want you all to know that it has been an honor serving as your Overmare.” She turned back toward the controls after that rather grim message, and pressed a few switches. One of the buttons that had been red turned green.

Not crying had become extremely difficult at this point, and I just decided to silently say ‘Fuck it.’ and let them come quietly. I stood there with the rest of the security ponies possibly about to embark into the very bowels of pony hell itself, in a uniform line, taking orders from an authority figure that I was sure somewhere secretly wished I’d drowned in my sleep.

But, on the brink of devastation; in the aftermath of chaos and death, we where Equestrian, and we would persevere until the last shot is fired, and our hooves are chipped and broken, and our homes burned, (or where completely submerged, as the case may be) because Equestrian perseverance and determination saved our entire race once; and it would lead us through this disaster wholeheartedly, as an unwavering martyr of all that is good and righteous in the world. Or something like that.

“Active Eyes Forward Sparkle.” The Overmare ordered; snapping my attention partially back to reality. Everypony including herself pressed the button on their PipBucks. Instantly my vision was filled with green tick marks, as well as a compass. Fun fact; currently, we were facing east.

The Overmare’s voice seemed extremely distant, yet still rang sharp, the sound of it cutting through the tension in the air like a swift blade. I looked at her, and then at the other ponies lined up; they all looked so calm, so ready, and here I was crying.

“Draw weapons.” She commanded; and everypony followed suit. I unsnapped the strap on my holster holding my gun in place, and levitated it out in front of my face, pulling the slide back and watching through the shell ejection port as the first round in the magazine was chambered. I sniffed back my tears, and wiped my face with a hoof.

“Let’s fucking do this.” I thought readily, the adrenaline starting to flow through my veins, making me feel like a super hero rather than the pathetic sniveling hunk of intellectual meat I actually was.

“Weapons hot.” The Overmare said mysteriously, and there was a series of clicks echoing through the chamber in response, the sound telling me that I was supposed to flip off the safety now; I tried, and then looked at the side of my gun; it was already off. I tried to stop from chuckling as I fucked up yet again, and pointed the thing forward and low, ready for whatever was outside that door.

“Brace yourselves.” She finished, and as there was no response from us, she pressed her hoof down on the green button.

~

Level up!
Science has increased to 30 (from 15)
New Perk – Swimming (1 of 5): You now possess the ability to swim and can swim farther and hold your breath longer than most ponies. (5%)