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The dim-lit halls smelled of ozone and mould, a sharp coolness lingering in the air. The sound of eight hooves, moving in a discordant rhythm, echoes off the walls.

Vignette yawned. Even in this blasted world, a pony still needed to sleep. Functioning on a mere five hours of it didn't help his case. Shank, conversely, seemed just about the same as he normally did - a face that could be set in stone, eyes always scanning for danger.

"We ought to find somewhere to sleep." Vignette murmured, rubbing an eye with his wing.

"Then you go find somewhere." Shank snapped back. Ever since the encounter with the raiders, and retelling the tale of his past to the pegasus, the forest-green unicorn had seemed a little... abrupt? Curt? Well, whatever the case, he seemed to be a little more irate and didn't speak much. Vignette was no psychologist, but he could tell something was bothering his partner.

"We'd have to stop first." The pale yellow pony said, a touch of concern in his voice. "If you keep pushing yourself you'll end up rather-"

Shank stopped and spun on his hooves, glaring Vignette right in the eyes. The pegasus recoiled a little, pressing a leg up to his chest as his ears flattened against his head.

"Ever since I shot that raider you've been getting more and more annoying, always asking if I'm ok, always trying to find out what my past is like, always acting like a Luna-damned psychologist." Shank's voice was low and angry, but it started raising a little bit. "I only brought you along on this little ponyhunt because you know what to do with computers and how to patch me up when I get shot. You're slow, you're weak, you can't take a bullet, and you don't even have the guts to do what's neccesary!"

Vignette frowned and leaned forward, returning the glare with his own. "I only accepted going along with you because I knew you were too stupid not to get shot in the first place! You might be more physically well developed than me but my mind is much more powerful! I'm asking you how you are because I fear if you keep pushing yourself you'll either kill me or die from exhaustion!"

"Oh yeah, like your fancy mind is any use when you're a pegasus! You can't even use magic! You can't even use a gun!"

"I don't need to use a gun when we can use logic and reason to talk our way out of any Celestia-damned combats we can avoid without shooting first!"

"It's better to get them first before they shoot us in the back!"

"Giving them the benefit of the doubt is a kinder act!"

"News flash, Vignette." Shank pressed his hoof against Vignette's chest, almost painfully. "Nopony gives a shit about kindness these days!"

Vignette batted the hoof away with his own. "I do! And I'll be damned if I'll work with anypony who can't even consider being nice for one second!"

Shank's jaw dropped to the floor, before slamming shut so hard he could break a rebar pole in it. "Y-you don't even know how the wastelands work!"

Vignette's eyes narrowed. "Oh, I know well enough. Rape. Murder. Raiding. I've seen how you act when I'm not around to mediate. You're always ready to shoot anything and take their stuff, without any consideration. I saw you pocket something at that store with the ghoul. I saw a glint of joy when you shot that raider." Vignette closed the gap between them, causing Shank to be pushed up against the nearest solid object. "You were born a murderer, and if I don't do anything to stop you, you'll stay a murderer and die a murder-"

Shank blinked, noting Vignette's expression. "What, you give up?"

"Uhhh... no." Vignette gulped, pointing weakly behind him. "I think I found what's been stalking us."

Shank blinked a few times, then noted the wall behind him did feel odd. A bit fleshy, with some jagged edges. He stepped away and turned around, quickly whipping out his knife to plunge it into the stalker's throat.

The knife paled in comparison to the behemoth in front of him.

The creature was easily three times as tall as a pony, if it were standing on it's hind legs. Its maw, filled to the brim with jagged teeth and hot breath that reeked of carrion, grunted as the creature shifted it's weight down to sniff the two ponies. Its forelimbs ended in hands, akin to a dragons, but with claws that resembled swords more than anything. Its eyes were glowing a dull red, and the ponies couldn't tell who, or what, it was looking at.

Shank's eyes became pinpricks. "What... the... fuck...?"

"I think it's a deathclaw." Vignette squeaked as he eyed the monster in front of him.

"I know that." Shank snapped quietly, nearly defecating from the sight. "I think there's only one thing we can do now."

Vignette tilted his head quizzically.

Shank took a deep breath as his hooves began to carry him away. "RUN LIKE HELL!"

Vignette had no choice but to agree.

Technical issues and lack of ideas prevented me from getting this out. Maps glitching, models disappearing, updates and the like. So yeah, here's the next installment of Vignette and Shank's magical adventures in post-apocalyptic Equestria.

Part 1: [link]
Part 2: [link]
Part 3: [link]
Part 4: [link]
Part 5: [link]
Part 6: [link]
Part 7: [link]
Part 8: [link]
Part 9: [link]
Part 10: [link]
Part 11: Here

Enjoy, and let me know what you think

Deathclaw (c) Bethesda
Shank (c) ~KingOfAllNoobs
Vignette and image (c) Me

Description
The dim-lit halls smelled of ozone and mould, a sharp coolness lingering in the air. The sound of eight hooves, moving in a discordant rhythm, echoes off the walls.

Vignette yawned. Even in this blasted world, a pony still needed to sleep. Functioning on a mere five hours of it didn't help his case. Shank, conversely, seemed just about the same as he normally did - a face that could be set in stone, eyes always scanning for danger.

"We ought to find somewhere to sleep." Vignette murmured, rubbing an eye with his wing.

"Then you go find somewhere." Shank snapped back. Ever since the encounter with the raiders, and retelling the tale of his past to the pegasus, the forest-green unicorn had seemed a little... abrupt? Curt? Well, whatever the case, he seemed to be a little more irate and didn't speak much. Vignette was no psychologist, but he could tell something was bothering his partner.

"We'd have to stop first." The pale yellow pony said, a touch of concern in his voice. "If you keep pushing yourself you'll end up rather-"

Shank stopped and spun on his hooves, glaring Vignette right in the eyes. The pegasus recoiled a little, pressing a leg up to his chest as his ears flattened against his head.

"Ever since I shot that raider you've been getting more and more annoying, always asking if I'm ok, always trying to find out what my past is like, always acting like a Luna-damned psychologist." Shank's voice was low and angry, but it started raising a little bit. "I only brought you along on this little ponyhunt because you know what to do with computers and how to patch me up when I get shot. You're slow, you're weak, you can't take a bullet, and you don't even have the guts to do what's neccesary!"

Vignette frowned and leaned forward, returning the glare with his own. "I only accepted going along with you because I knew you were too stupid not to get shot in the first place! You might be more physically well developed than me but my mind is much more powerful! I'm asking you how you are because I fear if you keep pushing yourself you'll either kill me or die from exhaustion!"

"Oh yeah, like your fancy mind is any use when you're a pegasus! You can't even use magic! You can't even use a gun!"

"I don't need to use a gun when we can use logic and reason to talk our way out of any Celestia-damned combats we can avoid without shooting first!"

"It's better to get them first before they shoot us in the back!"

"Giving them the benefit of the doubt is a kinder act!"

"News flash, Vignette." Shank pressed his hoof against Vignette's chest, almost painfully. "Nopony gives a shit about kindness these days!"

Vignette batted the hoof away with his own. "I do! And I'll be damned if I'll work with anypony who can't even consider being nice for one second!"

Shank's jaw dropped to the floor, before slamming shut so hard he could break a rebar pole in it. "Y-you don't even know how the wastelands work!"

Vignette's eyes narrowed. "Oh, I know well enough. Rape. Murder. Raiding. I've seen how you act when I'm not around to mediate. You're always ready to shoot anything and take their stuff, without any consideration. I saw you pocket something at that store with the ghoul. I saw a glint of joy when you shot that raider." Vignette closed the gap between them, causing Shank to be pushed up against the nearest solid object. "You were born a murderer, and if I don't do anything to stop you, you'll stay a murderer and die a murder-"

Shank blinked, noting Vignette's expression. "What, you give up?"

"Uhhh... no." Vignette gulped, pointing weakly behind him. "I think I found what's been stalking us."

Shank blinked a few times, then noted the wall behind him did feel odd. A bit fleshy, with some jagged edges. He stepped away and turned around, quickly whipping out his knife to plunge it into the stalker's throat.

The knife paled in comparison to the behemoth in front of him.

The creature was easily three times as tall as a pony, if it were standing on it's hind legs. Its maw, filled to the brim with jagged teeth and hot breath that reeked of carrion, grunted as the creature shifted it's weight down to sniff the two ponies. Its forelimbs ended in hands, akin to a dragons, but with claws that resembled swords more than anything. Its eyes were glowing a dull red, and the ponies couldn't tell who, or what, it was looking at.

Shank's eyes became pinpricks. "What... the... fuck...?"

"I think it's a deathclaw." Vignette squeaked as he eyed the monster in front of him.

"I know that." Shank snapped quietly, nearly defecating from the sight. "I think there's only one thing we can do now."

Vignette tilted his head quizzically.

Shank took a deep breath as his hooves began to carry him away. "RUN LIKE HELL!"

Vignette had no choice but to agree.

Technical issues and lack of ideas prevented me from getting this out. Maps glitching, models disappearing, updates and the like. So yeah, here's the next installment of Vignette and Shank's magical adventures in post-apocalyptic Equestria.

Part 1: [link]
Part 2: [link]
Part 3: [link]
Part 4: [link]
Part 5: [link]
Part 6: [link]
Part 7: [link]
Part 8: [link]
Part 9: [link]
Part 10: [link]
Part 11: Here

Enjoy, and let me know what you think

Deathclaw (c) Bethesda
Shank (c) ~KingOfAllNoobs
Vignette and image (c) Me