“The thing about happiness is that you only know you had it when it’s gone. I mean, you may think to yourself that you’re happy. But you don’t really believe it. You focus on the petty bullshit, or the next job, or whatever. It’s only looking back by comparison with what comes after that you really understand, that’s what happiness felt like.”

Rage.

Rage had fueled me for so long. It had pulsed through my veins as if it were my very blood. I had harnessed all of that rage to push onwards; to endure the horrors I had been forced to witness and commit. Hundreds had fallen to the burning fire within me.

Inferno had done the same. He had let his anger and hatred fuel him. It had overtaken everything he had once been until all that was left was a distant memory locked away in the back of his mind. Rage had burned away what made him a pony… and now it was doing the same to me.

Or at least it would be, had I not used it all up. Now with everything gone and my rage abused, I was left with nothing more than emptiness. I had become hollow, a shell of the pony I once was. Nothing mattered anymore. Not the Stable, not the A.A.S.S. not even myself. Especially not myself.

I could curl up in some dark hole in the wasteland and die, and nopony would even care that I was gone. It was all just so pointless. What was the point in fighting if no matter what you do, you always fail.

I wanted to scream, cry, yell at the wasteland for taking what it had away from me. But I couldn’t. I didn’t have the strength to do anything anymore. So instead of fighting, I simply lay on my back and stared up at the overcast sky as the first drizzles of rain pattered down against my face. My whole body felt heavy and the very thought of picking myself back up felt like an impossible chore.

Somewhere to my right I could hear Pyre snarling at Brisk. “Come on, get your ass up. We can’t stay here.”

I could hear Brisk moan and pull himself to his hooves. Damn him for having the strength to do so.

Pyre Blaze’s helmeted face moved into my view as she peered down at me. I considered telling her to leave me alone, but I couldn’t seem to find the words.

“Alright Amber, get up,” Pyre ordered, trying to nudge me up with a hoof.

I groaned and rolled away from her, swatting at her lamely. “Go away,” I moaned, shutting my eyes and curling up into the fetal position. The images of oozing pink cloud spilling from the Stable door while the ponies inside slowly melted away flashed before my eyes. I could feel myself shaking at the thought.

Pyre snarled. “I wasn’t asking,” my raider friend snapped, knocking my upside the head and causing me to sprawl awkwardly onto my front. “Get up now. We can’t stay here.”

“Just let me die…” I whimpered, trying to curl back up again. Everything hurt. I gave up and just lay in an uncomfortable pile. “I just want to die…”

Pyre Blaze grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and hoisted me to my hooves violently. She glared at me through her power armour visor. “Oh boohoo, you lost. Get the fuck over yourself Amber. You’re in the mother fucking wasteland now. Out here you lose. You lose all the fucking time. And yeah, you’re going to want to die. But you can’t because you’ve got shit to do. Now stand the fuck up on your own four hooves and move!” Pyre snapped at me, tossing me back a little. I stumbled, but managed to remain upright.

“I don’t have shit to do Pyre!” I yelled, dangerously pulling out and waving Boneless in her face. “Everypony I have ever known is fucking dead! I have nothing! Am nothing! I just want it to stop!”

Pyre took a threatening step forwards. I winced back as the power armoured raider loomed over me. “Oh, you want to be like that, huh? I was raped by my own fucking father when I was four years old and then sold into slavery. I was forced to kill all of my childhood friends for some sick bastards twisted amusement. You think you have it bad Amber? I’ve been living in the wasteland a hell of a lot longer than you have; this sort of shit is just another fucking day to me. I’ve probably seen more fillies die than there were ponies in your dumb fucking Stable,” Pyre’s voice was rising at an alarming rate. The very air around her seemed to be heating up as if it were an extension of her emotions. “You want bad?! I’ve had dreams worse than your fucking nightmares! Now Move!”

I glared at her, unsure if I should obey, break down again, or get angry at her in return. Finally I turned away from her and stared out at the ruins of Manehattan. Fuck, how I hated seeing it again. “I… I don’t know if I’m strong enough Pyre, I’m not made for the wasteland like you are,” I whispered at last, just loud enough that only she could hear it. “I don’t know if I can go on like this.”

Pyre took a long, deep breath. “What do you feel?” She asked me in a much softer tone, the sharp edge in her voice dropping to a low hum.

I huffed. “I don’t know… nothing,” That scared me the most. Was I a sociopath? Why the fuck didn’t I feel anything. “I just kinda feel… numb.”

No wait, there was more. Deep down I could still feel it churning, expanding and threatening to burst out and consume me. I still had rage. Somewhere deep down in my soul was some fundamental part of me that couldn’t let go. I still had some hate left in me.

“I feel angry, I guess,” I said flatly, trying to push down the rage still building up inside. I had to keep it down, I couldn’t lose to that as well.

“Rage, that’s good,” Pyre cooed, slowly walking in a circle around me. “Use that, hold onto it. Let that motivate you.”

“You want me to motivate myself with hatred?” I asked dumbly, looking over to her.

Pyre nodded her head. “There ain’t many things more motivating than that in the wasteland,” She admitted simply. “Who are you angry at?”

I had to think about that. Who was I angry at? Inferno? He was dead. Crank? He had nothing to do with the death of my Stable. Shade? Maybe. The zebra who killed everypony and stole the A.A.S.S? They were just a puppet to their real master.

“Kamari,” I muttered. “That zebra said they worked for somepony named Kamari.”

Pyre Blaze grinned wickedly at me. “Good. Then if you don’t know what else to do, go kill that son of a bitch.”

“I don’t know where he is,” I muttered, looking over to Xayah who was trying her best to comfort a teary eyed Brisk. “He could be anywhere in the Wasteland.”

“Then find him,” Pyre ordered bluntly. “When you let your rage take hold of you, you can do anything.”

“You seem confident,” I deduced, looking back at her. “How are you so sure I can do that?”

Pyre gave me an even stare. I knew she was telling me the truth. “Because that’s what I do, every minute of every day. The wasteland has taken a lot from me Amber; as it has you. You will learn to let your rage guide you.”

With that, Pyre turned from me and walked over to Brisk and Xayah. I thought about what she had said. Perhaps rage was the only thing that could allow you to truly survive in the wasteland, but then would I not just be like all the other raiders who had had their virtues corrupted? I had begun to really appreciate Pyre Blaze’s presence in our group over the last three days and had even come to consider her a friend, but I didn’t want to become like her. I didn’t want to let the wasteland in.

Then again, if I stayed like this; a hollow shell of who I had once been, would that not mean that the wasteland had won anyway? Was I doomed to either die a failure or become a raider? Neither of those options sounded very satisfying. Was is possible to do both at once? Or would that just tear me apart like it had done to so many others?

I took a deep breath. Perhaps it was better to become what I hate, than to let what I hate roam free. I could feel the rage inside growing; a powerful warmth spread throughout my whole body.

I was stronger, able to stand on steady legs. I was determined, nothing could stand in the way of me and my wrath. I looked over Boneless with hateful eyes. I could let morality take a seat on the sidelines just this once… for the greater good of course.

I felt as if I could take on the world. Nopony could stop me, not anymore.

I spotted three red bars light up on my EFS. The wasteland thought it could take me back down another peg? It thought it could knock me down and ruin the small glimmer of fleeting drive so quickly? Time to prove it wrong; I can’t go any lower than I already am.

I spotted three alicorns materialize down the road from us. They didn’t seem to see us, and my friends didn’t seem to see them.

I glanced at Boneless and slowly holstered it. I pulled out my baton and began approaching the alicorns. “Alright wasteland, bring on your worst,” I grunted as I drew closer. If my friends saw me leave, they did nothing to stop me.

The alicorns noticed me long before I reached them, their slit pupils following me with interest as I advanced.

“What is this? A trick?” One of the alicorns asked, their words bouncing around inside my head. “What a silly pony you are to face us alone.”

“I’ve killed your kind before,” I thought back at the alicorns. The alicorns looked almost nervous at how calmly I had responded.

A dark blue alicorn in the middle took a step forwards. “Yes, we remember you Amber Aura. The goddess is most displeased with you.”

I smirked. “Good, I was hoping to get to kill something holier than thou.”

I took a final step and swung my baton at the alicorns. As I had predicted, they took to the air. I had learned in my last encounter with alicorns that I couldn’t use the same trick on them twice; too bad they didn’t seem to learn that lesson as well.

I wrapped my magic around the blue alicorns wings and telekinetically slammed her back into the ground. The alicorn smashed into the ground with a solid thud and a crack. Before she had time to pull herself back up I was upon her, bashing her over the head with my baton with as much force as I could muster.

A green blast of energy lanced out at me and struck me against the side. I stumbled off of the alicorn, a trail of smoke wafting from the newly received scorch mark on my side. The blue alicorn shambled to her hooves and began administering a healing spell on herself while the two green alicorns lunged at me.

I dropped to the ground and slid under the lunging alicorns, slamming my baton as hard as I could across their legs. One of the alicorns tripped, toppling over with two broken legs.

“You will pay for that!” The blue alicorn howled as the skin on her face slowly patched itself over.

I grinned manically at her. “Like you could make me pay any more than I already have,” I thought back. I swung my baton in a large arc and crushed the toppled green alicorns head with one massive thwack. Instantly the alicorn went still.

Everypony froze, all of our eyes locked on the dead alicorn. I had killed it fast. Really really fast. And the other alicorns knew it. I wondered how often somepony took out an alicorn so quickly. Judging from their shocked faces, it wasn’t very often.

I could feel the alicorns fear from where I was standing. It was clearly alien to them.

At once the two remaining alicorns blasted lasers at me. I jumped to the side, just barely missing incineration. Both alicorns flew up into the air, surrounding themselves with a bubble shield before I could pull them back down with my magic.

They were being careful now. They had seen my wrath, and they feared it.

One alicorn would swoop down and blast at me with magic or attempt to skewer me with their horn while the other shot down at me from above to ensure I was unable to attack back. As soon as I began to get control of the situation again, they would switch positions and throw me off again.

As the blue alicorn came in for a stab at me with her horn I swapped tactics and raised Boneless to face her. Her eyes widened with shock seconds before she was sprayed with a shower of explosive shrapnel. Her left side with was torn to shreds and she dropped to the ground in pain.

The only standing alicorn dropped down between us and threw a shield up around the two of them while the blue alicorn began healing their wounds.

I smirked at the alicorns through the bubble shield and took a step towards them, slowly raising my shock baton into the air. Both alicorns winced back as I drew closer.

Ha! And here I thought these creatures had no fear.

“You were a fool to face us without your friends!” the blue alicorn threatened as her damaged wing patched itself back together. “We have already sent for reinforcements.”

I smacked my baton against their shield aggressively. It wasn’t nearly strong enough to break through the shield, but it did make the alicorns jump. I noticed the alicorn holding up the shields magic flicker as my baton came in contact with the magic bubble… interesting.

I slammed my baton against the shield again, and again, and again. After the sixth hit the shield began to flicker. The blue alicorn stared at the flickering shield in disbelief.

Smash!

My baton broke though the shield, causing the alicorns magic to burst and send them staggering back. I lept forwards, pouncing onto the stunned alicorn and ramming my baton against the end of their horn. Their horn didn’t break, but rather the bone was slammed violently into their skull.

The alicorn screamed and flailed across the ground as the broken bone impaled their brain. Blood oozed from their mouth and turned the pathetic wails into helpless gurgles.

I turned to the final alicorn, her face a mask of terror. Then it changed. She glanced up at the sky, a smug smile spreading across her face.

I turned around just in time to see five alicorns swooping down at me. I leapt to the side, avoiding the first blast of energy, only for a second blast to knock me to my back.

The alicorns landed in a circle around me, each one as smug as the one before. The blue alicorn stalked over and looked down at me with hateful eyes. “You were saying?” She said smugly, igniting her horn and preparing to blast me to dust.

The blue alicorn went up in a blaze of fire as Pyre bounded towards me, her flamers assaulting the alicorns with a constant stream of fire.

The five alicorns took to the air at once, their horns lighting up as they retaliated with a brutal onslaught of energy blasts. Pyre Blaze twirled around the beams gracefully, managing to avoid most of every strike, though a few blasts did manage to scorch her armour.

Blam!

A well aimed shot of Xayah’s sniper sent a bullet straight through an alicorn's head. The alicorn's body plummeted towards the ground, smashing into the street with a solid smack. I could hear the alicorn's bone crack upon impact.

The alicorns turned to face Xayah when Brisk bolted out from behind a topple skywagon and fired at them with his pistol. The alicorns swerved out of the way of his shots, bringing them back into the range of Pyre’s flamers.

Brisk’s landed two shots on one of the alicorn's legs, forcing her to put up a shield to regain her composure.

I pulled myself back up and swatted at an alicorn with my baton, shattering the underside of her ribcage. The alicorn screamed out and lashed at me with their hooves, only for Pyre Blaze to slam into her from the side and crush her head under her heavy hooves.

An Alicorn blasted a beam of energy into Pyre, knocking her off her hooves and sprawling across the ground. I stood over my fallen raider friend as the two alicorns moved in.

Another shot from Xayah blasted a hole through one of the alicorns wings, dropping her to the ground. The other alicorn threw their shield up, just as Brisk shot at them again with his pistol.

The alicorn Brisk had shot in the leg had finished healing their wounds and sent a beam of green energy towards Brisk. He rolled to the side, evading the shot and countered with a bullet to the alicorns neck. Blood spurted from the bullet hole as the alicorn tried to get breaths out through her damaged windpipe.

Pyre hauled herself back up and sent a jet of flame flying into the grounded alicorn, burning up their body and turning them into little more than ash.

The remaining alicorn glanced around at the four of us through her shield, her slitted eyes narrowing as they landed on me. “You have made a very powerful enemy with the goddess!” She roared into our heads.

I grimaced. “We hadn’t already?”

The alicorn’s horn glowed brighter as she dropped the shield and lashed at me with a beam of crimson magic. I rolled under the beam and bashed my baton against her front hooves, breaking the bones at the joint.

The alicorn screamed and flew backwards, just barely avoiding a shot from Xayah’s sniper. She was less lucky with Brisk as he sent a shot into her hind leg. She staggered in the air, twisting around and swooping down towards Xayah. She shot a blast of energy towards her, searing the front of her body and sending her flying back.

Pyre lept forwards and slammed her hooves into the alicorn’s side mid-air. The alicorn fell to the ground, the skin on her left side torn open by the powerful attack of Pyre’s hooves. She tried to pull herself back up again, but a burst of fire from Pyre’s flamers quickly turned her broken form into ash.

The whole world seemed to take a breath as the final alicorn sputtered it last painful breath.

I turned to my friends and gave them all a wicked grin. The only one of them that seemed to return my pleasure was Pyre.

“What were you thinking you foolish Pony!” Xayah exclaimed, striding over to me and giving me a death glare. “You could have hurt yourself, or worse!”

I chuckled and pushed her concern aside. “Yeah, but I didn’t. What did you want me to do? Wait for your sorry butts and let them get the upper hoof?”

Xayahs striped hoof slapped me across the face.

Note to self. Zebra slaps are precise and painful.

My hoof flew up to my face and rubbed the red mark where she had slapped me. “What the fuck was that for?” I blurted, surprised at her assault. I had yet to see Xayah lose her cool like that.

Xayah shook her head. To my surprise, she appeared to be holding back tears. “I know what it’s like to lose those you love. I’ve been there. But lashing out and not trusting your friends is a sure way to let your anger consume you.”

“It’s the only way I have left,” I snarled at her, making her take an uncertain step back. “It’s the only thing I have left.”

Pyre chuckled, marching up beside Xayah. “I don't know, it looked like she was doing a pretty good job of those alicorn’s on her own. Not something the Amber I first met could do.”

Xayah cast the raider a death glare. “Do not encourage this,” She demanded, pointing a hoof accusingly at Pyre.

“Encourage it?” Pyre scoffed. “I’m surprised you don’t. Without this rage, your precious little Amber would be a sad heap of depression right now,” Pyre gave me a small wink. “Besides, I mighta kinda totally put her on this path.”

Xayah narrowed her eyes at Pyre. “You did what!”

I pushed my way between the two of them. “Stop it, both of you!” I demanded. My sudden outburst caught both of them off guard and shut them up immediately. “We have a job to do and we aren’t going to get it done if we stand here arguing.”

Pyre smirked at Xayah through her helmet. “Exactly. Lead the way boss.”

I don’t know when I had become the boss, especially to a powerful killing machine like Pyre, but I didn’t bother to question it. I was to focused on what was to come to care. Besides, I needed obedience right now, not friends.

I approached Brisk who had taken to looking out at the wasteland. He seemed lost in thought and I doubted he had even heard the argument that had just occurred.

“You ready to go?” I asked him sternly, turning his attention to me.

He nodded solemnly and looked back out at the towering skyscrapers. “I didn’t even like them Amber… why does it hurt?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know Brisk. That’s something for you to figure out,” I turned so that I was facing everypony. “Alright, listen up! Here's the plan.”

Xayah cocked her head to the side. “Plan? To do what?”

I smirked and began pacing back and forth in front of them. With each step my confidence seemed to be growing. How powerful it felt to let my rage free. “We are going to find the bastard Kamari, and we are going to make him pay for what he’s done.”

I pushed the door open with a creak. The lobby was just as I had last seen it, that was to say uncomfortably clean for a location in the wasteland. The only real give away that we were still in the wasteland was a charred skeleton that rest behind the reception desk.

Behind me I could hear Pyre’s flamers spewing a constant jet of fire as she torched the oncoming Radscorpions. Had we had somepony as strong as Pyre on our first encounter with them, we might have been able to deal with them a lot faster.

Brisk and Xayah quickly darted into the lobby after me, avoiding a particularly close snap of a large scorpions pincers.

“Are you sure you do not want us to accompany you two?” Xayah asked in concern, glancing up at the stairway. “We might be able to help out.”

I shook my head calmly. “Pyre and I should be able to take care of it by ourselves. You two will be safer here anyway,” Xayah almost looked saddened by that statement. “But we need somepony to keep watch of the front door to make sure no pony comes up on us from behind,” I added, hoping to soften her disappointment.

The comment seemed to soothe her a little, but she still seemed uncertain.

Pyre burst into the lobby, her red and black power armour soaked in ash and Radscorpion blood. The raider grinned at us. “Fuck I’m excited for this. I almost hope things go south so we can actual give it to ‘em!”

Xayah gasped and wrapped a tight hoof around me defensively. She snarled at Pyre. “You will not ‘Give it to ‘em’, got it?”

Pyre just rolled her eyes.

I glanced over at Brisk who was cradling his pack of Buck in his hoof in the corner of the room. Once all of this was over I’d need to make sure he was okay.

I looked back to Pyre. “Are you ready?”

The raider cackled ominously. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more ready for anything.”

We turned from the door and began ascending the steps of the building. Like the lobby, the upper floors were just as I remembered. Most of the roof had caved in at spots, forcing us to travel through various apartments.

I paused as I passed a locked terminal sitting on a dust covered desk. Silver Ace’s terminal. I glared at the terminal angrily. I was still kind of pissed off that I had been unable to hack it.

Something Cheese Sandwich had said in his last audio recording came back to me. It had been the one thing he said that had somehow be directed at me. ‘The password is Paradise’.

I held up a hoof to signal for Pyre to hold up. “Give me a second, I want to try something,” I muttered, approaching the terminal cautiously. I turned on the terminal and quickly typed the word paradise in. In an instant, the computer unlocked.

I stared at the screen in shock for a moment. How the hell could Cheese Sandwich have known? The fact that he had talked to a pony born two hundred years after him was odd enough, but this was just insane.

Unlike the other terminals I had found here, silver Ace’s terminal consisted of only a couple audio files. Knowing I didn’t have time to listen to them all right now, I quickly downloaded them onto my pipbuck and played the first one aloud as I continued my way up the building with Pyre Blaze.

“And you’re sure this is going to work?” The nasally voice of Pureblood said over the recording. “I would hate for all this hard work of yours to go to waste.”

“Trust me, it will work. So long as our agreement stands of course,” Another stallion said. I had heard his voice before, though he sounded much older this time. “As long as we have the funding, the project should be able to stay on its hooves.”

“When do you plan on letting me in on who’s involved with this, Silver Ace?” Pureblood urged. “I’m not a fan of funding a project that is trying to be as secretive as my goddess damned grandson.”

Silver Ace chuckled, his voice being slightly obscured by a loud hum of static. “Everypony is on this project. The princesses, the ministry mares, even Stable-Tec.”

“You got both Twilight and Pinkie to work together?” Pureblood gawked in astonishment at Silver Ace's statment.

“Together? No. Simply on seperate sides of the same project. Twilight was driven enough by the desire to learn more and win the war that getting her on my side after I told her she wouldn’t need to work directly with Pinkie was easy.”

“And what about Pinkie?” Pureblood pushed.

Silver Ace gave a sad laugh. “Pinkie is… a little delusional at the moment. She thinks I’m up to something terrible. The opportunity to get to work with me was more than alluring enough for her.”

Pureblood took a deep breath. “Alright Silver Ace, we have a deal. You keep your side of the bargain, and I will keep mine,” Pureblood chuckled deep in his throat. “Ah, my utopia will be glorious!”

The recording cut out. Goddesses did I wish I had some context to what they were talking about.

Pyre and I exited the stairway onto the top floor and slowly began approaching one of the apartments at the end of the hall. Even from across the hallway I could hear the ponies inside talking.

“I’m telling you, the mind control devices would be far more effective if they also completely erased the Hellhounds memory as well,” A voice said as we slowly drew closer.

“And you don’t think that’s fucking immoral?” I head Star Breeze shout. “How would you be able to live with yourself, knowing that you did that to a living creature!”

“Oh, are we trying to take the moral high ground now? Because mind control wasn’t immoral enough? Come on, it’s not like these dumb beasts are pegasi or anything!”

Pyre and I turned the corner to see Star Breeze and another Enclave scientist in a heated debate. Three Enclave troops stood awkwardly around them, watching the two bicker.

“Mind control is one thing, but to completely destroy who they used to be? That’s just evil!” Star Breeze retorted, not seeing the two of us watching them from the doorway.

“You need to put aside your dumb morals and do what you’re told Star, otherwise ponies might start thinking you’re a traitor. And you know what happens to traitors in the Enclave.”

I knocked my hoof on the open door and gave a small cough, drawing all of their attention. The second their eyes landed on us they whipped out their guns and aimed them in our direction. They were all fast, but Pyre was faster.

Before any of the Enclave had any real time to react, they were all staring down the barrel of a loaded Balefire egg launcher.

Star’s eyes narrowed when they landed on me. “Damn it Amber, I thought I told you not to show your face around here again!”

I grinned at her menacingly. “Yeah well, things have changed."

The other enclave scientist growled at Star. “You’ve met these savages before and let them fucking leave!”

Star hissed at the scientist and waved her off with a flick of her wing. “What the fuck do you want Amber?” she scowled, glancing nervously at the massive gun over Pyre’s shoulder.

“I want a Hellhound,” I demanded, taking a step towards her. All of the Enclave ponies took a step back as I advanced.

After a few seconds of shocked silence Star gave an uncomfortable laugh. “You- you want a what?”

“A Hellhound,” I demanded again, more firmly this time. “I know you have been creating mind control devices for Hellhounds. I want one.”

“The fuck do you want a Hellhound for!” Star spat.

I shook my head. “That isn’t something you need to worry about. You just need to worry about the balefire egg launcher over there,” I gestured to Pyre Blaze and the massive gun she had aimed at all of them.

“Please, you wouldn’t dare fire that gun in here, you’d die too!” One of the Enclave troopers spat, advancing towards us.

I laughed at him, levitating a sparkle cola from my saddle bags and taking a quick swig from it. “Don’t be so sure. I just lost everything that I care about and was kinda considering using it on myself earlier today, I couldn’t care less if I don’t walk out of here,” I lowered the bottle and grinned at all of them. “And my friend here is just kinda crazy, so she’ll do anything.”

To prove my point, Pyre gave a manic laugh and fiddled around with the trigger of the gun. I wasn’t sure if she was hamming up the performance for the Enclave or she genuinely was that insane. I never knew with Pyre.

“You’re insane!” Star exclaimed, stepping away from me. “You ponies are fucking lunatics!”

I smiled at her sweetly. “Nah, I’m not insane. I’m just really fucking angry at everything right now.”

The Enclave trooper who had spoken up earlier took a threatening step towards me again and charged up his laser weapon. “You’re bluffing. How dare you try to interfere with the Grand Pegasus Enclave!”

I casually glanced over at Pyre. “Alright, I tried. Fire when ready.”

Pyre gave me a wide grin. “Finally, for a second there I thought I wasn’t going to get to use this thing! Brisk is going to be so jealous!”

Star’s eyes widened in horror and she threw her hooves into the air defensively. “Hold on a second, let's talk about this. How about we just talk this out like civilized ponies!”

“I don’t talk to savages!” one of the troopers declared, stepping forward to join the other Enclave member.

“Guess that settles it, I’ll see y’all in hell!” Pyre laughed, tightening her grip on the trigger.

A metal device clattered by my hooves. I looked down to see a slightly less bulky version of the headpiece I had seen on the hellhound a few days ago. I glanced up at Star who was doing her best to keep from shaking in fear.

“There you go,” Star spat, pointing to the head piece. “Now get the fuck out of here.”

I gracefully picked up the headpiece and tossed it into my saddlebag. “Thank you all, We’ll make sure to put it to good use,” I smirked, slowly backing out of the room.

“Yeah whatever, now get the fuck out of here Amber, and don’t think the Enclave will forget this!” Star growled, digging at the floor with the tip of her hoof.

Pyre groaned. “Wait, so I’m I not going to get to fire this off?”

“Not unless they do something stupid,” I comanded, walking out of the room. Pyre pouted and followed me out.

As we left I could hear the Enclave scientists turn back to Star breeze and snarl. “Don’t think Autumn Leaf won’t hear about this! You’re dead Star! You’re fucking Dead!”

When Pyre and I returned to the lobby we found ourselves in a bit of an odd situation.

Brisk and Xayah had ducked behind the reception desk with their weapons drawn. Every few seconds they would peer over the edge of the desk before ducking back behind it.

I checked my EFS. Nothing. Outside of our four green bars there didn’t seem to be anything moving.

“What are you doing?” I hissed, pulling up next to the two of them. Pyre crouched down next to me, though her power armour made ducking very difficult.

“Bounty Hunters,” Brisk answered, quickly glancing over the desk again. “They used a Stealth buck after they started attacking us. We think they’re after our bounty.”

Shit, I had forgotten about the bounty Crank and Inferno had put on my head. So much shit was going on, it was hard to keep track of it all.

“I don’t see them?” I stated dumbly, glancing in the direction they were supposedly in. A bullet whizzed past my head and embedded itself in the wall behind me. I quickly ducked back down.

“That would be because they are invisible as Brisk previously stated you foolish pony,” Xayah scolded, throwing her hood over her head and flickering out of view.

“How many were there?” I asked, pulling out my baton. “Four, five?”

“Seven, I think,” Brisk answered. “It was hard to get a good look at them.”

Pyre peeked over the desk. A bullet lanced out and ricocheted off the side of her helmet. “Alright, what's the plan Amber?”

I looked around at my companions. “It will be hard to shoot them when we can’t see them. Pyre do you think you could flood the room with fire? Draw them out?”

Pyre smirked. “You don’t even need to ask.

“Xayah? Are you still there?” I asked, assuming my zebra friend was still to my right. I heard a small noise of acknowledgement. “I need you to keep a watch on the battle from afar. Try and take out anypony we don’t see. Strange movement in the fire, shoot it.”

“And what do you want me to do?” Brisk asked, popping open his container of buck and popping one of his last tablet into his mouth.

I gave him a grin. “You’re with me. Take out everything that moves.”

“Alrightly,” Pyre smirked, lighting up her flamers. “Let the fun begin!”

Within moments of Pyre launching herself over the table, the room was filled with raging fire. I heard screams from the bounty hunters as they did their best to evade the burning inferno.

Brisk and I leapt out with our weapons drawn. I spotted the forms of a few ponies rushing around the room. While invisible, the ponies looked as if they were made of fire with the hot flames dancing off of their transparent coats.

I swung my baton at the closest one, crimping his leg and sending him toppling over. As the blow struck, the pony flickered into view for a second, just long enough for me to get a grasp on where they were. I slammed my shock baton down where their head was. The collision was accompanied by a loud crack and the splatter of blood. A few seconds later the broken corpse of the bounty hunter flickered into view, only for his mangled visage to once again disappear behind a blanket of fire.

To my right, Brisk learched back and forth while he tried to avoid the swinging blade of a burning bounty hunter. He turned and bucked the bounty hunter in the face, sending him stumbling backwards. A shot from Xayah’s sniper pierced the bounty hunters skull, making him fall limp into the raging fire.

An alarm began to sound, followed by the strange noise of moving pipes. There was a burst of sound from above us and the buildings sprinkler system flared to life, causing water to cascade down onto our heads. I was surprised that the sprinkler system was still working after all these years, but I suppose the Enclave had been keeping the building in pristine condition.

Almost immediately the fire was extinguished, once again hiding our attackers from view. They weren’t completely hidden however, if I looked close enough I could see water dripping off of seemingly nothing.

“Amber, to you left!” Pyre shouted, barreling into seemingly nothing. A pony flashed into view a few seconds after she collided with it.

I spun and ducked away from my left side just as an axe swung past my head. I lashed out with my baton, clashing with the swinging blade mid air.

The invisible pony reeled back and swung the axe at me again, this time aiming for my front hooves. I back stepped, avoiding losing my front two limbs.

Brisk jumped at my attacker from the side, wrapping his legs around him and pulling him away from me as he tried to swing his axe at me again. The Bounty hunter bucked Brisk off of him, slamming Brisk into the ground with a heavy thump.

I saw the axe raise into the air above Brisk’s head. Before it could split his skull in half I yanked out Boneless and blasted the invisible bounty hunter in the face with my last shell. The bounty hunters head burst open, sending bits of skull and brain flying in every direction as if it were shrapnel from a grenade.

I saw Pyre Blaze pin a bounty hunter down and cover them in a wave of fire. Unfortunately for the bounty hunter, the sprinklers kept putting out the flame, making their painful end only last longer as Pyre continued to burn them away.

The loud bang of Xayah’s sniper drew my attention to the far side of the room where Xayah had expertly shot a bounty hunter between the eyes. How she had done that while he was invisible I will never know.

The last two bounty hunters flickered back into view and stared at us in awkward horror, their stealth bucks clearly spent.

Pyre Blaze was on them in an instant, pinning both of them down with her powerful metal clad hooves.

“Wait! Don’t hurt us, we didn’t mean nothin’ by it!” One of the bounty hunters squaked, trying to push Pyre off of him. He was unsuccessful in his attempt.

I raised my baton and slowly approached them. The two bounty hunters began fighting even harder to free themselves, but Pyre proved too strong for both of them.

Brisk put a hoof out and stopped me. “Amber stop. They aren’t a threat anymore,” He seemed worried. I looked down at the two bounty hunters. It would be so easy to kill them right now, then they wouldn’t come back and cause trouble. “We aren’t raiders Amber.”

Brisk’s words cut through me like a knife. Of course we weren’t raiders, why was he even drawing that comparison? I glanced at my baton raised above the bounty hunters head. Why hadn’t a lowered it yet.

I leaned in close to the bounty hunters and snarled at them. “Get out of here,” I demanded, my voice low and steady. “And go tell everypony that’s thinking about hunting us down what happens when they do…”

They bounty hunters gave a timid squeak and pushed away from me. Pyre raised her hooves and let the two bounty hunters dart off.

“Really? We’re just going to let them go?” Pyre grumbled, watching the two scurry off into the wasteland. “You know doing that kind of shit always comes back to bite you in the ass, right?”

“We aren’t raiders,” I reminded her. “It’s just Kamari we’re after.”

Xayah slid down from her perch above us. “Did you two get what we came for?” She asked Pyre and I, eyeing my baton nervously. I was still yet to have lowered it from its threatening position. I quickly returned the baton to my side.

“We did,” I grinned, holding up the Hellhound headpiece. Things were working out just as planned so far. “Let’s go hunt a Hellhound.”

I have learned many things during my time in the wasteland. Yet for some stupid reason I was yet to have learned that confronting a Hellhound is never a good idea, regardless of how prepared you were or how much rage was flowing through you. I should learn that one quickly.

The massive swing of the Hellhounds claw sent Me flying back and crashing into the side of a broken down skywagon. The metal walls caved under the sudden impact, sending my body straight through one side and out the other.

I slowly pulled myself up and shook my head, trying to lose the dizziness induced by crashing through two solid metal walls. Unfortunately the motion only made the feeling worse.

In front of me, Brisk had started running in loops around the raging Hellhounds, blasting it with constant shots from his pistol. Few shots missed, fewer shots caused any real damage.

Xayah had once again disappeared under the cover of her stealth cloak. The only proof of her still being around was the loud bang of of her sniper, followed shortly by a quick spurt of blood on the Hellhound where the bullet hit.

Pyre Blaze seemed to be the most effective in the fight as usual. She would use her heavy power armour to her advantage, ramming into the Hellhound to keep its focus off of us and praying to Celestia above that it didn’t manage to get a good hit on her when she did. It was a dangerous gamble, even with the power armour the Hellhound’s claws managed to rake straight through and tear at her hide beneath.

Finding a Hellhound had been easier than I had expected. What I had assumed might be a day or two of searching quickly turned into an unexpected ambush. What I also hadn’t expected was that we would run into a Hellhound four times the size of the common one. Its matted fur was a dark jet black and it’s large form was covered in crisscrossing scars. This Hellhound had seen battle, and it’s relentless ferociousness only proved the point. What was worse was that this Hellhound seemed to be carrying some sort of highly modified magical energy weapon that would blast at us if we tried to steer clear of its claws. There was no getting out of range with this thing.

I looked around at our surroundings, looking for something that might help us take down something as powerful as our current adversary. A couple of broken skyscrapers, a ruined sky wagon, nothing that seemed to be of any use in combat.

Alright then, I’d just have to take it down the old fashioned way.

I raised my baton and charged at the Hellhound. The goal was to subdue and control, not to maim. Not that I was worried about not being able to hurt this thing.

I smacked my baton across the back of the Hellhounds head, drawing its attention to me. It spun around and lunged at me, forcing me to duck low to the ground and roll to the side to avoid being sliced in twain. I rolled back to my hooves, only for it to plow into me and send me falling over onto my back.

Brisk leapt up and wrapped all four of his legs around the Hellhound’s shoulders and began smacking it across the head with his pistol. The Hellhound lurched from side to side, trying its best to shake Brisk off. Finally he swiped at him with his claws, causing Brisk to jump away before he could be mauled.

I pulled myself back up and rushed towards the creature. Before I could get close however, the ground in front of me was blasted apart by deadly shots of the hellhounds magical energy weapon. I swerved to the side, my front hooves burned by the attack.

The Hellhound charged me, blasting more lasers in my direction. Pyre Blaze leapt in front of me, taking the attack for me. The side of her power armour were stripped away revealing the autumn orange coat underneath. Pyre hissed and lunged at the Hellhound, using her weight to knock it over and pin it down with her hooves.

“Amber! Now!” Pyre yelled, indicating for me to throw the mind control headpiece over its head while it was down.

I pulled out the headpiece and rushed toward the toppled Hellhound. The Hellhounds eyes widened as it saw the device and thrashed harder against Pyre. The Monster kicked at Pyre’s underside with a hind leg, throwing her off of it and sending her slamming into me.

The headpiece fell from my grip as Pyre’s heavy body crashed into mine. I rolled Pyre off and rushed for the fallen headpiece. The Hellhound got to it first, lashing at me with it’s claws as I neered. I lurched to my right and bashed at its claws with my baton. The Hellhound coiled away from me, hunching over the Headpiece to ensure I couldn’t get to it.

So these things were smarter than I gave them credit for. Well that was just perfect.

Xayah sent a bullet through the Hellhounds leg, dropping the monster to it’s knee. The Hellhound howled and glared up at where I assumed Xayah was hiding. The Hellhound sent a laser up in her direction blasting her across the chest and making her flicker back into view.

How the Hellhound had managed to know where she was even while she was invisible was astonishing. I supposed it had to be because of it’s incredible sent.

Brisk bolted past me and dove between the Hellhounds legs, snatching the headpiece as he did. The Hellhound growled and lashed at him with its claws, ripping three large claw marks down Brisk’s front. Brisk screamed and dropped the headpiece, clutching his chest to slow the bleeding.

The Hellhound pounced and pinned Brisk to the ground with a claw. The massive hound moved over him and prepared to tear into his throat with its huge jaw.

Pyre sent a small jet of fire at the Hellhound. Not enough to burn it, but enough to hurt. The Hellhound Shrieked and swatted at her, forcing Pyre to veer away from the massive claws.

Brisk quickly pulled himself away from the distracted Hellhounds grip and began scrambling towards the headpiece. The Hellhound lashed at him with his hind leg, sending Brisk toppling face first into the asphalt.

“Do these things have any weaknesses?” I asked as Xayah joined me in rushing towards the Hellhound.

“I’ve heard they do not like loud noises. But if that is a weakness or no, I cannot say,” Xayah replied, pulling out her knife and stabbing it deep into the Hellhounds back. The Hellhound didn’t even seem to notice and continued advancing on Brisk as he struggled to pull himself back to his hooves.

“Loud noises?” I questioned, more to myself than to Xayah. “What the hell around here can make a loud noise?” I had no idea. And how loud did this noise need to be? Guns were loud, and the Hellhound didn’t seem to care about that. It’s not like I could just sing at a high pitched note or something, that would be ridiculous.

Pyre slammed into the Hellhound again, knocking it away from Brisk. “Amber, don’t just stand there! Do something!”

I looked around. “Loud noise, loud noise, come on!” My eyes landed on the broken down skywagon. I remembered back at school in the Stable our teacher Ms. Dry Chalk would sometimes scratch her hoof down the chalkboard to get our attention. If I could only amplify a sound like that.

I wrapped the skywagon in a field of magic and tried to lift it as high as I could into the air. My head pounded from the effort it took to raise such a large object even a few inches off the ground, let alone as high as I was taking it. I felt the magic around my horn begin to fade as the throbbing pain in my head threatened to make me lose my concentration.

“Come on! Just a little higher!” I yelled, forcing myself to focus even harder on the magic lifting the skywagon into the air. I had been gifted enough with magic to be able to utilize a fairly wide variety of spells, unfortunately I was no Star Swirl the Bearded and I wasn’t capable of doing crazy magical feets. What I wouldn’t give to be a master of Telekinesis right now.

The skywagon reached the top of the tallest skyscraper around. I placed the side of the wagon against the wall and prayed that the sound hurt the Hellhound more than it hurt me.

“Alright, here goes nothing,” I grunted. Slowly, I dragged the skywagon down the side of the building. The ear piercing sound of metal against metal rang out across the Manehattan ruins. The sound might not have been as bad as hooves on a chalkboard, but the shrill noise still hurt, and it was much much louder.

Instantly the Hellhound reached for its head and began trying to try to cover it’s ears with its claws. Pyre took advantage of its lack of ability to use its arms and pinned it to the ground. The Hellhound howled and tried to break free from her grip, but every attempt to get her off forced it to remove its claws from its ears and endure the full painful sound.

“Brisk! Get that thing on it’s damn head!” Pyre ordered, struggling to hold down the thrashing Hellhound.

Brisk scooped up the helmet and slammed it down onto the hellhounds head. At the same moment, the Hellhound kicked Pyre of of it and sent her tumbling into me. My concentration on my magic was lost upon impact and the sky wagon fell to the street with a crash.

The Hellhound pulled itself up and lunged at Xayah, who did her best to stay clear of the deadly claws.

“I thought you said that thing would control it!” Brisk gasped, out of breath from the fight. The large claw marks on his front had stopped bleeding a bit, but they would clearly leave a brutal scar.

I began scrolling through all the radio frequencies on my pipbuck. “Give me a second, give me a second!” I retorted in a panic.

The Hellhound grabbed onto Xayah and lifted her into the air. It opened its jaw and began moving in to bite off Xayah’s head.

I found the radio frequency I was looking for and activated it. Instantly the Hellhound froze.

“Holy shit!” Pyre exclaimed, approaching the now still Hellhound. “What I’d have done to have a trinket like that the last couple times I’ve had to fight these things.”

“So like, do you just have complete control over it now or whatever?” Brisk asked, joining Pyre next to the Hellhound. “Like we can just use it to fight stuff and all that?”

I nodded slowly. “I think so, I mean I’m no expert on these mind control things, but I believe that’s the general idea.”

Xayah coughed, drawing all of our attention to her still dangling from the Hellhounds claw. Her head still half inside the hellhounds mouth. I realized had a been a second slower, Xayah would have been dead. “Do you think you could tell it to maybe put me down?”

“Uh, sure,” I said, looking the Hellhound over. That was assuming I could figure out how to give it orders of course. “Could you, uh… put my friend down please?”

Almost instinctively, the Hellhound placed Xayah back down on the street gently. Once free of the monsters grasp, Xayah scooted back a few inches nervously, putting her hooves over her head protectively.

“Alright, time for part two of the plan,” I said, circling the Hellhound and taking in all the possibilities I had with it now under my control. “We can use it’s powerful sent to hunt down-”

“We should probably set up camp actually,” Brisk stated, cutting me off and glancing up at the sky. The light of the sun was just beginning to set behind the broken skyscrapers of Manehattan and the thick cloud layer over the Wasteland looked like it could start a massive downpour of rain at any moment. “And we need a moment to heal up anyway.”

I grumbled. “Fine, but we leave early tomorrow morning.”

Brisk gave me a sad grin. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

We holed up in a small house on the side of the road. The structure looked tiny in comparison to the rest of the Manehattan buildings, but somehow it had managed to stay more intact than most as well. Inside were a large living room that had seen better days and a thin hallway leading into a bunch of separate rooms.

I glanced down at my EFS. There didn’t seem to be anything alive inside the building. I was however once again discomforted by the fact that three twisted mannequins stood in the center of the room. Why the hell are there so many damned mannequins in the wasteland?

“Pyre, can you start up a fire?” I asked, sitting down on a broken couch and rummaging around in my saddlebags for our healing potions.

“Me? Start a fire? Preposterous!” Pyre joked, lazily knocking over the three mannequins and lighting them ablaze with her two flamers.

I pulled a healing potion out of my saddlebag and passed it to Brisk who gratefully took it between his hooves and downed the contents of the bottle. I could see the skin around the claw marks on his chest beginning to heal before my eyes, though three silver scars still remained on his chest.

“How are you holding up Brisk?” I asked, scooting closer to him.

He finished the bottle and looked away from me. “I’ve been better. I keep thinking about what happened at the Stable… Th-the pink cloud and…” he stopped himself and tried to control his emotions as he started shaking. “I never wanted to go back to that terrible place again, but… I didn’t want that…”

I took a long, deep breath. “I keep thinking about Shade and that purple striped zebra. I mean, how could they do this! Why would they do this!” I could feel the anger in me bubble to the surface again. I didn’t know what I would do when I saw Shade again. Would I be angry? Or would I just curl up and cry?

Brisk looked over and cocked his eyebrow. “And how are you doing? You haven’t seemed yourself after it happened.”

“I’m just angry, that’s all,” I grunted casually. “Don’t you worry about me. I’ll be fine as soon as we give this Kamari bastard what he deserves.”

“And what if we never find him?” Brisk pushed, he looked down at the ruined remains of his Stable barding. It was in far worse condition than mine.

“We will,” I insisted, daring myself to glance at the Hellhound curled up in the corner of the room. “I know we will.”

“But what if we can’t. This plan of yours is risky Amber. And that’s coming from me!” Brisk pointed out. “I mean the Hellhound is only the second most dangerous part of this mission, and that’s not even including whatever happens after we locate this Kamari pony.”

“Why are you so worried about this right now?” I asked. It wasn’t like Brisk to be full of self doubt or be weary about an adventure.

Brisk looked down at his hooves. “I don’t know. What happened to our Stable just kinda got me thinking ya know,” He trailed off and looked me in the eye. He looked so afraid. “If we hadn’t chased that purple zebra out of the Stable… that could have been us inside. I don’t think I’m ready to die yet Amber.”

Ironic. the death of my Stable had briefly made me want to kill myself. How strangely polarizing our reactions had been. I forced myself to give him a smile. He didn’t give me a smile in return. He of all ponies knew far too well my pain. And I knew his.

I sighed, dropping the fake facade. “Get some sleep Brisk. We all need it.”

I stood up from the couch and approached Xayah who was sitting around the fire. She had taken to staring into the flames, her eyes displaying signs of troubled thoughts. The fire danced across her eyes, making them look like they sparkled more than usual. I sat down next to the zebra and stared into the fire with her.

“Hey.”

“Hello Amber, how are you coping?” Xayah asked, turning from the fire to look at me. There was clear concern in her voice.

I gave her a fake grin. She seemed to believe it more than Brisk did. “I could be doing worse.”

Xayah gave me a crooked look. “Could be doing worse? Amber I know just as well as you what it is like to lose those you hold dear. Please, You mean a lot to me and I do not wish to see you distraught. You seem to be heading down a dangerous path.”

I shook my head. “I said I’m fine Xayah. I appreciate your concern, but I assure you I’ll be okay,” I hoped she couldn’t tell that I was lying though my teeth.

Xayah seemed to relax at my words. “I do not think you quite realize how much I care, but I am glad you feel like you are in control.”

In control? What was that supposed to mean?

“Are you ready for what we are going to need to do tomorrow?” I asked. Xayah shivered at the mention of my plan.

“I am not sure I am prepared for what is to come, but if it is what we must do, then I will,” Xayah mumbled, glancing at the sleeping Hellhound. “Are you sure the Beast will be able to do what you need?”

I nodded smugly. “That thing managed to smell you from a fairly far distance and shoot you down with uncanny accuracy,” I pointed out. Xayah looked uncomfortable at the mention of her being shot. Her striped hide was still scorched in a few spots from the Hellhounds magical energy weapon. “If there is anything that can hunt him down, it’s that thing.”

Xayah nodded solemnly and curled up next to the fire. “I hope you are right Amber,” I gave her a smile and turned to leave, but Xayah reached out a hoof and stopped me. “I do not know exactly what you are going through right now Amber, but please be careful. I do not know what I would do if something bad happened to you.”

I could feel my heart warm a little at that. “I’ll do my best Xayah. Thank you.”

Xayah gave me a warm smile before resting her head on her hooves and drifting off to sleep. I looked down at the sleeping zebra for a second. She looked so small all curled up by the fire. I didn’t want her to get hurt anymore than she already had. Both her and Brisk deserved to be safe. And that wasn't something they could have while traveling with me. I was only going to get them hurt if they followed me down this path.

I sighed and turned away from Xayah before trotting over to Pyre who was poking at the fire with her hoof. The fire would race up her hoof for a second before she would jerk her hoof away and smother the fire.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” I asked, looking at her slightly scorched hoof.

Pyre shrugged casually. “Eh, once you get burned enough times you begin to get numb to the feeling.”

The amount of times Pyre must have been burned for that to have happened was far beyond my ability to comprehend at the moment. I looked my raider friend over carefully. Despite having known her for a few days now, I still knew next to nothing about her. “When are you going to tell me a bit about yourself Pyre?”

Pyre Blaze chuckled. “When I feel like it,” I waited for her to elaborate on that, but she never did. Pyre looked between Brisk and Xayah sleeping around the fire. Then she looked back at me. “You’re thinking about leaving them to find Kamari on your own aren’t you?”

I looked at her in shock for a second before nodding shamefully. “How did you know?”

“I told you earlier, I’ve seen things in the wasteland far beyond anything you could imagine. I’ve been where you are now, I know what you’re thinking and trust me when I say you’re going to need them. They aren’t safer without you, and you’re dead without them.”

I looked over at Pyre. She had removed her helmet, allowing me the rare opportunity to see her face. “But what if they get hurt? They deserve more than that.”

“They probably will,” Pyre stated flatly. “But that’s not up to you. If they choose to follow you then they will follow you. If you choose to run from them, the will only be left with one less pony looking out for them.”

“I’m worried I’m going to hurt them,” I admitted. “I think I’m losing myself to the wasteland. Once Kamari is gone I will have nothing left…”

“Then find something to hold onto fast,” Pyre soothed. “Because if you don’t you’ll just get swallowed up by the wasteland. I would know.”

“What are you holding onto Pyre?” I asked, looking into the fire.

“Nothing,” Pyre grunted. “I have nothing left, and it drove me past redemption. You might have some weird delusion that I’m better than other raiders Amber, but the truth of the matter is that I’m just as vile and twisted. Maybe a little smarter and stronger, but just as bad.”

“I don’t believe that,” I stated firmly. “I’ve seen you care about things. I think that under all that blood and cruelty, you’re a good pony.”

Pyre laughed mockingly. “Ha! You better make sure I don’t stop needing you Amber, cause I care a lot less about you and your friends lives than I think you think I do,” with that she pulled herself up and marched out of the building, staring out at the desolate street outside.

I released a breath and looked around the room one last time before settling my gaze on the burning mannequins. “Alright Crank, ready or not, I’m coming for you.”

I rest my head on my scared hooves and let myself drift off to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

Footnote: level up.
New perk: Bloody Mess -- +5% overall damage, more violent death animations

Author's Notes:

Sorry this chapter took so long to get out. School has been very busy.
Fallout: Equestria belongs to Kkat

I hope you all have a good day and happy late Halloween!