Author’s Note: I don’t care if toi don’t like the story. Haters gonna hate is what I say. All I ask is that toi don’t flame me for my grammar. I try my best to éditer as much as I can but I can’t seem to fix all the grammar errors. But I do try. Enjoy the story! :)
Fallout
Chapter 1: Early Years
War... War never changes. Since the dawn of mankind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock and bone, blood has been spilled in the name of everything: from God to justice to simple, psychotic rage. In the an 2077, after millennia of armed conflict, the destructive nature of man could sustain itself no longer. The world was plunged into an abyss of nuclear feu and radiation. But it was not, as some had predicted, the end of the world. Instead, the apocalypse was simply the prologue to another bloody chapter of history.
For man had succeeded in destroying the world - but war...war never changes. In the early days, thousands were spared the horrors of the holocaust par taking refuge in enormous underground shelters, known as vaults. But when they emerged, they had only the hell of the wastes to greet them - all except those in voûte 101. For on that fateful day, when feu rained from the sky, the giant steel door of voûte 101 slid closed... and never reopened. It was here that a manchot, pingouin was hatched. It is here that he will die. Because, in voûte 101: no one ever enters, and no one ever leaves.
The an is 2277, 200 years after the Great War that caused the apocalypse to the world. The rendez-vous amoureux, date June 26th, 2277 and a bright light came flashing. A light so bright that the other thing that could make a light so bright was death. This was the great light of birth. Out from an egg, came out a baby penguin. The baby manchot, pingouin looked around, and then looked up and saw his parents, Skipper and Lilly.
"Oh my!" a dit Skipper. "Honey, our egg has donné us a healthy baby boy."
“Oh...” a dit Lilly, trying to catch her breath. “Oh, Skipper. We did it...a son. Our beautiful son.
"Hey there little, fella," he a dit to his new hatched son. "Welcome to the world. I’m your daddy little guy. Daddy! Your mother and I have thought long and hard about your name. My son, toi shall be named Private."
“Our son is going to have a bright future I just know it.”
“He sure is, Lilly.”
“Oh...Skipper I-...Skipper!”
“Lilly! Oh my god you’re in cardiac arrest! Help! Someone help, and get my son out of here!”
Just then one of Skipper’s friends, Kowalski ran in the room and took Private away from the situation. Skipper did everything he could to save Lilly’s life. But it was too late, her cœur, coeur gave out and she died.
*One an Later*
Private was now a an old. Living inside voûte 101 with his father, life was simple in the time they lived in.
“Come on over here, son,” a dit Skipper. “Come on. Waddle to daddy.”
Private took his first baby waddles all par himself to his dad. Almost Lost his balance a time ou two but was able to waddle all the way to Skipper.
“There toi go!” a dit Skipper. “My goodness! Just a an old, and you’re waddling like a pro. Your mother would have been so proud.”
“Gaga!” a dit Private.
“Close to saying dada, ha-ha. Listen kiddo, I know toi don’t like it when your daddy leaves toi alone, but I need toi to take care of yourself for a moment. toi just stay here while daddy runs to his office. You’ll be okay, pal. I’ll be back in a bit.”
Skipper picked up his son and put him back behind the playpen. He then left the room to take care of a little business. Private looked around and saw his favori Lunacorn doll was outside the playpen and he wanted it, but sadly he couldn’t reach it. It didn’t stop little Private though, as he opened the gate with his toy tournevis and went to go get his Lunacorn. Private grabbed his Lunacorn and gave it one big hug, and then started to stuck on the doll with his beak. Just then Skipper came back, found his son out the playpen, and just gave out a little chuckle.
“Gaga!” a dit Private.
“Ha ha ha,” laughed Skipper. “You’re quite the little explorer aren’t you? Serves me right for trying to pen toi in.”
“Goo...”
“Come on over here, I want to montrer toi something.”
Private waddled over to his dad again. He almost fell, but Skipper was able to catch him before he hit the ground and picked him up.
“See this, Private. It was your mother’s favori passage. It’s from the Bible. Revelation 21:6; ‘I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. I will give unto him that is athirst of the fontaine of the water of life freely.’ She always loved that.”
“Mama...”
Skipper had a little tear in his eye in that moment. Not because that moment was Private’s very first word, but because even at his age, somewhere deep down inside, Private has Lilly in his cœur, coeur right now.
“Alright little guy, let’s see if your friend Hunter wants to play.”
*Nine Years Later*
“SURPRISE!” everyone yelled out.
Private opened his eyes and saw all of members of voûte 101 in attendance of Private’s tenth birthday. Everyone was clapping in a very joyful mood, and it was for good reasons after all.
“Happy birthday, Private,” a dit Skipper. “I can’t believe you’re already ten, I’m so proud of you!”
“Thanks, dad!” a dit Private.
“If only your mother-”
But quickly Skipper was interrupted par the Overseer of voûte 101, Ted, also the father of Hunter.
“Congratulations, young man,” a dit Ted. “I don’t have to tell toi how special this jour is, do I?”
“No, sir!” a dit Private.
“Then toi should know down here in voûte 101, when toi turn ten you’re ready to take on your first official voûte responsibilities. So here toi are,” Ted pulls out from behind him a Pip-Boy 3000. “As Overseer I hereby present to toi your very own Pip-Boy 3000! Get used to it. You’ll be getting your first work assignment tomorrow, so be ready.”
“Yes, sir!” Private put on his Pip-Boy, and it was a perfect fit on his flipper.
“Enjoy your party,” a dit Skipper. “You’re only ten once, so have fun!”
And fun Private had. All of the young ones who lived in the Vault, Hunter, and even Mort with his two other maki, lémurien Friends that tent to pick on Private from time to time. But Private was still nice enough to invite them over, he thought it would cool things down with them. Private took a look at his new Pip-Boy 3000, and saw what was on it. It’s really quite amazing, just being attached to Private’s flipper and was able to montrer any information about his body. If he had any broken bones, any diseases, everything. It could also keep any notes, make a checklist, and even play voice messages on it. Just about all the adults had one and Private was now the only kid in voûte 101 to own a Pip-Boy.
It was now time to cut the cake. The vault’s Mister Handy robot, Andy would do the honors of cutting the cake. However the blade he used was a bit too big and powerful, and Andy destroyed the cake. Luckily, for Private at lease, Darla the babouin gave the birthday manchot, pingouin was a freshly made sweetroll, just for him. However, she only made one, and with no cake this one tiny maki, lémurien very anger.
“I’m hungry,” pointed out Mort. “And that stupid robot destroyed the cake! Give me that sweetroll toi got from Darla!”
“Darla a dit I didn’t have to share since it’s my birthday,” a dit Private.
“’Darla a dit I didn’t have to share,’” a dit in a mocking voice. “Who’s talking about sharing, moron? I want the whole thing!” (A/N: Yes, I am aware Mort is out of characters, but I’m not using the PoM setting now am I? I’m using the Fallout setting. And if toi still wanna bash me, go ahead. It’s my story and I know what I’m doing.)
“Go soak your head, Mort. I’m not giving toi my sweetroll!”
“You asked for it!”
Mort ran up and started punching Private...with his tiny, tiny paws. So of course it really didn’t do anything. But it quickly stopped when Mort’s guardian, Maurice ran in and stopped the fight.
“Mort!” he yelled out. “What do toi think you’re doing? Knock that off right now!”
“But dad-”
“No, Mort! Now I better not see toi cause anymore trouble.”
“Yes, dad...”
“Are toi okay, Private?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,“ a dit Private. “Thank you.”
Skipper waddled to his son to make sure if he was okay now, and to give him his present.
“Are toi alright, son?” asked Skipper. “Is Mort giving toi a hard time again?”
“It’s okay dad,” a dit Private. “He was trying to steal my present.”
“I wish we didn’t have to invite him, but there just aren’t that many children your age in the Vault. In any case, you’ll have to learn how to deal with bullies. The world is full of people much worse people then Mort, I’m afraid. But don’t let him ruin your party just because of it. Now come with me, Kowalski and I have been working on something for toi just for your birthday.”
Skipper took Private took Kowalski’s lab to give him his present. The Overseer made his way back to his main office as well. Private couldn’t help but here the little talk he had with one of the guards. Saying that the only reason he came to Private’s party is because his daughter, Hunter is Friends with the little “brat.” Private tied to not let it get to him though, and went on with his dad to get his present.
“What is this?” asked Kowalski. “I thought kids weren’t allowed down in the lab?”
“I’m not a kid anymore,” a dit Private. “I’m ten years old!”
“Ha ha ha, toi sure are. Pip-Boy and everything, look at that! Well I think your dad would rather give toi your present.”
“Are toi ready for your surprise, Private?” asked Skipper.
“What kind of surprise?”
“The Overseer gave toi your Pip-Boy, and you’re old enough to do some work. So I figured you’re old enough for this.”
Skipper pulled out a BB shotgun, and it was all Private’s.
“Wow!” Private said, in excitement. “Can we shoot it here, dad?”
“We sure can’t, unless toi want the Overseer beating down our door. Kowalski and I found a place, though, C’mon!”
Skipper and Kowalski took Private into a small section of the lab where they had a few targets for Private to shoot at. Skipper showed taught him all the basics on how to use a gun. How to aim, keeping the flippers steady where to shoot and everything else. Private had a bit of trouble but he knew he would get the hang of it. Just then a Radroach popped out, one of the mutations this world has come to go against after radiation from all the nuclear fallout happened all around the world. Private took aim at it, and with a couple of shots he killed the roach.
“Good work,” a dit Skipper. “That’s one less Radroach to deal with.”
“Thanks!” a dit Private.
“Let’s get a picture together, and capture the moment.”
Skipper stood suivant to his son waited for Kowalski to take the picture. They booth gave a smile, while Private was holding his BB gun. Kowalski got the camera ready and took the picture.
*Six Years Later*
Today was the jour of the G.O.A.T. Exam. An exam that all sixteen-year-olds had to take to see what each young adult official job would be for the rest of their life in the Vault. However Private was trying to fake being sick and get out of the G.O.A.T, however it Skipper wasn’t convinced.
“As far as I can tell,” a dit Skipper. “You’re a perfectly healthy sixteen-year-old penguin. So yes, toi have to go to class and take your G.O.A.T Exam!”
“But dad,” Private began.
“Go on now, toi got a G.O.A.T to take.”
“Anything I know about this test before I take it?”
“The Generalized Occupational Aptitude Test. G.O.A.T.! Everyone here in the voûte takes it when they’re sixteen. Helps figure out what kind of job everyone will have here in voûte 101 when they get a little bit older. So, pay attention and try not to fall asleep. toi know what the Overseer says, ‘We’re bo-”
“’Born in the Vault, and die in the Vault. Each is tested to determine their abilities that they may work for the betterment of all the Vaults residents.’ Yes, dad, I know...”
“That’s right. It won’t be so bad, toi do it once and you’re done. Now hurry before you’re late.”
“Dad...”
“Yes son?”
“Do we have to stay in the Vault? Why can’t we go out there in the world?”
“Private, toi know better not to question why we’re here, especially in front of the Overseer.”
“But why still?”
“Sigh...I want to tell toi something, listen closely. This Vault, I know it’s not perfect, but it is our home. You’re sûr, sans danger here; toi just wouldn’t be able to handle what world out there has to show.”
“I can be dad!”
“No son, toi can’t. I don’t even think I’m ready to face the world. War has plunged the Earth we live in into darkness; nothing good has come from it?”
“But I’ve read that places went into war with other placed to defend themselves.”
“That is true, but our world can only take so much and what happened over two hundred years was just too much for this world to handle. So I know toi don’t like it here, but it’s for the best. It‘s not what your mother would wanted either.”
“My mom...can toi tell me plus about her?”
“Your mother, she...she was beautiful. But...beyond the beauty you’ve seen. There’s just so much plus these old photos can never show. And she was passionate. About life, about love. But most of all, most of all she was passionate about you. When she laid the egg toi were in it was the happiest I ever seen her. Ahhhh...she had great things in mind for you. And so! Time for toi to stop stalling and get to class! Please, Private, please take the achievement tests seriously. The last thing I need is your mother’s ghost haunted me because her only child became a garbage burner.”
“Bye, dad.”
“Bye, and good luck.”
Private left to go take the G.O.A.T. He thought about what his father said, but he couldn’t worry about it too much has he needed to focus plus on this exam. Before he got in the classroom, he heard Hunter’s voice, yelling at someone to leave. She was yelling at Mort, and his two obnoxious friends. (Picture Mort much older for the rest of the story instead of the small souris maki, lémurien he is.)
“God, Mort!” a dit Hunter. “Why can’t toi just leave me alone?”
“Whatca gonna do?” he asked. “Run and tell daddy on us?”
“Hey!” a dit Private, as he waddled up to stop this. “Why don’t toi pick on someone your own size?”
“Like you?”
“Why are toi even bothering her anyways?”
“That’s Tunnel Snake business!”
“Tunnel Snakes?”
“Yeah! Tunnel Snakes, a gang I’m in with my two Friends here. Tunnel Snakes rule!”
“You’re joking right?”
“Does it look like I’m joking?”
“Well your leather veste could have fooled me.”
“Watch yourself Private, you’re lucky we’re outside the classroom. Otherwise I would take toi out myself.”
Mort and his gang left Hunter and Private and went inside the classroom.
“Thank toi Private,” a dit Hunter. “Those jerks just won’t leave me alone!”
“Why are they even bothering you?” asked Private.
“Its because my father’s the Overseer. It’s not even my fault but they pick on me because of it.”
“That’s just stupid,”
“I know, but thank toi for standing up for me. Now come on, we got a G.O.A.T. to take.”
They all walked into class now, took their siège and began the exam. The test was somewhat long but not too long. All of it was multiple choice, and there were no wrong réponses since this was plus of a placement test. The questions where all “What would toi do?” questions. Some were simple, others hard that really needed toi to think what would toi actually do, and some where just playing weird. As they got to the last question, it asked, “Who is indisputably, the most important person in voûte 101? He who shelters us from the harshness from the atomic Wasteland, and whom we owe everything we have, including our lives.” There were only four réponses to this question. A: The Overseer. B: The Overseer. C: The Overseer. ou D: The Overseer.
Everyone soon finished the test and handed it in to the teacher. Using the machine the teacher was able to tell everyone their test scores and see what they will be once they get older. Private handed his test in, and it a dit he would be a Pip-Boy Programmer, getting in somewhat the same type of field Kowalski is into. Everything looked good for young Private, but that would all change on that one faithful day...
*Three Years Later*
ALERT! ALERT! voûte SECURITY BREECHED! ALL voûte RESIDENT BE ON ALERT!
“Wake up!” a dit Hunter, waking Private up. “You need to get up!”
“Huh?” asked Private, while trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. “What’s going on?”
“It’s your father, he left the Vault!”
“What?!”
“My father’s men are looking for you. They’ve already killed Kowalski. You’ve got to get out of here!”
“No.”
“You need to get out, come on!”
Private took his BB gun and ran out of his room. The voûte was going crazy. Radroaches got in though the opened voûte door, but the guards weren’t just killing them. The Overseer ordered his guards to kill anyone that got in the way. A set of guards found Private and Hunter. He told her to run away and meet him at the voûte door while he took care of the guards. Private got the guards with his BB gun, but it did nothing with the armor they had on. So instead he ran in and hit them with the back end of his gun. Cracked their riot shield and was able to get a few hits in the face. The Guards tried to fight him off but wasn’t able to with all the rage and confusion he had inside right now. Private had to drop his BB gun and take the police baton.
To save time, Private got on his belly and slid his way to the voûte door. Radroches and guards were everywhere, but he was able to get par as they were fighting each other. Private made his way to the seconde level of the Vault, and that’s where things got plus dangerous. The guards were holding pistolets now, and killing off the roaches easier, which would make it harder for Private to make a quick escape. Fortunate for Private, one of the guards did get killed par the Radroaches and dropped his gun. 10mm pistol, eight bullets left. Wasn’t much, but it was enough to kill one guard and get his ammo. Private tried his best to sneak around and not get all the guards attacking at once. Private found a guard, and with one shot to the head, he killed him, and took all of his ammo. This gunshot alerted all near par guards and they ran towards the direction of the sound.
Private loaded the pistol to the full and shot all of the guards that came his way. All the guards did of course shoot by, and Private was hit par a bullet in the foot. He had to fix it up before it got worse but he had to take care of the rest of the guards that got in his way. And so he did, and went to go find a Stimpack to fix him up. He looked in a first-aid box that was near by, and there was just one left. He took it, injected himself, and within a few secondes he felt all better. Wish he had a few plus to carry with him incase things got worse but that would have to do for now.
Private rushed into Kowalski’s lab, to see if his dad left anything behind. As he looked, he found Kowalski’s dead body lying there on the ground. par the looks of it, he was beaten to death brutally. Private checked his person to see if he had anything useful, and he did. It had a voice recording from his dad. Private put the tape into his Pip-Boy, and the message played.
Hold on Kowalski, I need to record this first.
I... I don't really know how to tell toi this. I hope you'll understand, but I know toi might be angry. I thought about it for a long time, but in the end I decided it was best for toi not to know. So many things could have gone wrong and there's really no telling how the Overseer will react when he finds out. It's best if he can blame everything on me. Obviously toi already know that I'm gone. It was something I needed to do. You're an adult now. You're ready to be on your own. Maybe someday things will change and we can see each other again. I can't tell toi why I left ou where I'm going. I don't want toi to follow me. God knows life in the voûte isn't perfect, but at least you'll be safe. Just knowing that will be enough to keep me going.
(Kowalski) Don't mean to rush you, Doc, but I'd feel better if we got this over with.
Okay. Go ahead. Goodbye, Private. I l’amour you.
That was all that was in the message. Private started to cry a little, but it soon turned into hate as the Overseer walked in with a few guards.
“There toi are!” a dit the Overseer. “Thanks to your father nearly half of the voûte residents are dead ou are in a panic! I hope you’re happy.”
“Please...” a dit Private. “Just let me leave, and I’ll never come back.”
“It’s a bit too late for that now. You’re going to pay for your father’s crimes in death.”
Private got up, grabbed the Overseer, and pinned him to the wall, pointing a gun to his head. The guards pulled their pistolets out, but didn’t shoot, as they didn’t want to shoot the Overseer.
“Listen to me right now toi piece of crap! I had nothing to do with my father leaving the Vault! I don’t know why he left, and I’m very angry that he left me without saying anything! Now unless toi want a bullet to the head, I suggest toi give me the pass code to the voûte door right now!”
“...I could be making a mistake par doing this, but I think toi dieing out there in the hell that wasteland has to offer will be better then any death sentence I could give you. The pass code is BOLT. Now get out of here, and if I see your face here ever again I’ll kill your myself.”
“Don’t count on it,”
Private let go of the Overseer and made his way to the voûte door. Private never felt like this before never felt so much anger. But he wasn’t sure if he was rage on his father, ou the Overseer. But either way, all that Private needed to think about now is finding his father. He made his way to the voûte door, and there waiting for him was Hunter.
“You made it!” she said.
“I know...” Private a dit back.
“What’s wrong?”
“This whole day, I just don’t know what to think of it.”
“I’m so sorry for everything that happened today, but I know once toi find your father.”
“Well what about toi come with me? Leave here and it can just be us.”
“I’m sorry, but my place is here in the Vault. Maybe I can fix everything that happened, and talk some sense into my father.”
“Well I wish toi the best of luck,”
“Goodbye Private,”
“Farewell Hunter, perhaps we’ll meet again, but I wouldn’t get your hopes up.”
Private entered the password, and the voûte door opened. He waddled out, and waddled down the long path that led to the last door that would bring him outside. As he made his way down, he heard Hunter closing the voûte door, a door that from this very jour hasn’t been opened for any reason, ever again. Private opened the door and entered into the hellhole known as the Capital Wasteland, and the chercher for his father began.
Fallout
Chapter 1: Early Years
War... War never changes. Since the dawn of mankind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock and bone, blood has been spilled in the name of everything: from God to justice to simple, psychotic rage. In the an 2077, after millennia of armed conflict, the destructive nature of man could sustain itself no longer. The world was plunged into an abyss of nuclear feu and radiation. But it was not, as some had predicted, the end of the world. Instead, the apocalypse was simply the prologue to another bloody chapter of history.
For man had succeeded in destroying the world - but war...war never changes. In the early days, thousands were spared the horrors of the holocaust par taking refuge in enormous underground shelters, known as vaults. But when they emerged, they had only the hell of the wastes to greet them - all except those in voûte 101. For on that fateful day, when feu rained from the sky, the giant steel door of voûte 101 slid closed... and never reopened. It was here that a manchot, pingouin was hatched. It is here that he will die. Because, in voûte 101: no one ever enters, and no one ever leaves.
The an is 2277, 200 years after the Great War that caused the apocalypse to the world. The rendez-vous amoureux, date June 26th, 2277 and a bright light came flashing. A light so bright that the other thing that could make a light so bright was death. This was the great light of birth. Out from an egg, came out a baby penguin. The baby manchot, pingouin looked around, and then looked up and saw his parents, Skipper and Lilly.
"Oh my!" a dit Skipper. "Honey, our egg has donné us a healthy baby boy."
“Oh...” a dit Lilly, trying to catch her breath. “Oh, Skipper. We did it...a son. Our beautiful son.
"Hey there little, fella," he a dit to his new hatched son. "Welcome to the world. I’m your daddy little guy. Daddy! Your mother and I have thought long and hard about your name. My son, toi shall be named Private."
“Our son is going to have a bright future I just know it.”
“He sure is, Lilly.”
“Oh...Skipper I-...Skipper!”
“Lilly! Oh my god you’re in cardiac arrest! Help! Someone help, and get my son out of here!”
Just then one of Skipper’s friends, Kowalski ran in the room and took Private away from the situation. Skipper did everything he could to save Lilly’s life. But it was too late, her cœur, coeur gave out and she died.
*One an Later*
Private was now a an old. Living inside voûte 101 with his father, life was simple in the time they lived in.
“Come on over here, son,” a dit Skipper. “Come on. Waddle to daddy.”
Private took his first baby waddles all par himself to his dad. Almost Lost his balance a time ou two but was able to waddle all the way to Skipper.
“There toi go!” a dit Skipper. “My goodness! Just a an old, and you’re waddling like a pro. Your mother would have been so proud.”
“Gaga!” a dit Private.
“Close to saying dada, ha-ha. Listen kiddo, I know toi don’t like it when your daddy leaves toi alone, but I need toi to take care of yourself for a moment. toi just stay here while daddy runs to his office. You’ll be okay, pal. I’ll be back in a bit.”
Skipper picked up his son and put him back behind the playpen. He then left the room to take care of a little business. Private looked around and saw his favori Lunacorn doll was outside the playpen and he wanted it, but sadly he couldn’t reach it. It didn’t stop little Private though, as he opened the gate with his toy tournevis and went to go get his Lunacorn. Private grabbed his Lunacorn and gave it one big hug, and then started to stuck on the doll with his beak. Just then Skipper came back, found his son out the playpen, and just gave out a little chuckle.
“Gaga!” a dit Private.
“Ha ha ha,” laughed Skipper. “You’re quite the little explorer aren’t you? Serves me right for trying to pen toi in.”
“Goo...”
“Come on over here, I want to montrer toi something.”
Private waddled over to his dad again. He almost fell, but Skipper was able to catch him before he hit the ground and picked him up.
“See this, Private. It was your mother’s favori passage. It’s from the Bible. Revelation 21:6; ‘I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. I will give unto him that is athirst of the fontaine of the water of life freely.’ She always loved that.”
“Mama...”
Skipper had a little tear in his eye in that moment. Not because that moment was Private’s very first word, but because even at his age, somewhere deep down inside, Private has Lilly in his cœur, coeur right now.
“Alright little guy, let’s see if your friend Hunter wants to play.”
*Nine Years Later*
“SURPRISE!” everyone yelled out.
Private opened his eyes and saw all of members of voûte 101 in attendance of Private’s tenth birthday. Everyone was clapping in a very joyful mood, and it was for good reasons after all.
“Happy birthday, Private,” a dit Skipper. “I can’t believe you’re already ten, I’m so proud of you!”
“Thanks, dad!” a dit Private.
“If only your mother-”
But quickly Skipper was interrupted par the Overseer of voûte 101, Ted, also the father of Hunter.
“Congratulations, young man,” a dit Ted. “I don’t have to tell toi how special this jour is, do I?”
“No, sir!” a dit Private.
“Then toi should know down here in voûte 101, when toi turn ten you’re ready to take on your first official voûte responsibilities. So here toi are,” Ted pulls out from behind him a Pip-Boy 3000. “As Overseer I hereby present to toi your very own Pip-Boy 3000! Get used to it. You’ll be getting your first work assignment tomorrow, so be ready.”
“Yes, sir!” Private put on his Pip-Boy, and it was a perfect fit on his flipper.
“Enjoy your party,” a dit Skipper. “You’re only ten once, so have fun!”
And fun Private had. All of the young ones who lived in the Vault, Hunter, and even Mort with his two other maki, lémurien Friends that tent to pick on Private from time to time. But Private was still nice enough to invite them over, he thought it would cool things down with them. Private took a look at his new Pip-Boy 3000, and saw what was on it. It’s really quite amazing, just being attached to Private’s flipper and was able to montrer any information about his body. If he had any broken bones, any diseases, everything. It could also keep any notes, make a checklist, and even play voice messages on it. Just about all the adults had one and Private was now the only kid in voûte 101 to own a Pip-Boy.
It was now time to cut the cake. The vault’s Mister Handy robot, Andy would do the honors of cutting the cake. However the blade he used was a bit too big and powerful, and Andy destroyed the cake. Luckily, for Private at lease, Darla the babouin gave the birthday manchot, pingouin was a freshly made sweetroll, just for him. However, she only made one, and with no cake this one tiny maki, lémurien very anger.
“I’m hungry,” pointed out Mort. “And that stupid robot destroyed the cake! Give me that sweetroll toi got from Darla!”
“Darla a dit I didn’t have to share since it’s my birthday,” a dit Private.
“’Darla a dit I didn’t have to share,’” a dit in a mocking voice. “Who’s talking about sharing, moron? I want the whole thing!” (A/N: Yes, I am aware Mort is out of characters, but I’m not using the PoM setting now am I? I’m using the Fallout setting. And if toi still wanna bash me, go ahead. It’s my story and I know what I’m doing.)
“Go soak your head, Mort. I’m not giving toi my sweetroll!”
“You asked for it!”
Mort ran up and started punching Private...with his tiny, tiny paws. So of course it really didn’t do anything. But it quickly stopped when Mort’s guardian, Maurice ran in and stopped the fight.
“Mort!” he yelled out. “What do toi think you’re doing? Knock that off right now!”
“But dad-”
“No, Mort! Now I better not see toi cause anymore trouble.”
“Yes, dad...”
“Are toi okay, Private?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,“ a dit Private. “Thank you.”
Skipper waddled to his son to make sure if he was okay now, and to give him his present.
“Are toi alright, son?” asked Skipper. “Is Mort giving toi a hard time again?”
“It’s okay dad,” a dit Private. “He was trying to steal my present.”
“I wish we didn’t have to invite him, but there just aren’t that many children your age in the Vault. In any case, you’ll have to learn how to deal with bullies. The world is full of people much worse people then Mort, I’m afraid. But don’t let him ruin your party just because of it. Now come with me, Kowalski and I have been working on something for toi just for your birthday.”
Skipper took Private took Kowalski’s lab to give him his present. The Overseer made his way back to his main office as well. Private couldn’t help but here the little talk he had with one of the guards. Saying that the only reason he came to Private’s party is because his daughter, Hunter is Friends with the little “brat.” Private tied to not let it get to him though, and went on with his dad to get his present.
“What is this?” asked Kowalski. “I thought kids weren’t allowed down in the lab?”
“I’m not a kid anymore,” a dit Private. “I’m ten years old!”
“Ha ha ha, toi sure are. Pip-Boy and everything, look at that! Well I think your dad would rather give toi your present.”
“Are toi ready for your surprise, Private?” asked Skipper.
“What kind of surprise?”
“The Overseer gave toi your Pip-Boy, and you’re old enough to do some work. So I figured you’re old enough for this.”
Skipper pulled out a BB shotgun, and it was all Private’s.
“Wow!” Private said, in excitement. “Can we shoot it here, dad?”
“We sure can’t, unless toi want the Overseer beating down our door. Kowalski and I found a place, though, C’mon!”
Skipper and Kowalski took Private into a small section of the lab where they had a few targets for Private to shoot at. Skipper showed taught him all the basics on how to use a gun. How to aim, keeping the flippers steady where to shoot and everything else. Private had a bit of trouble but he knew he would get the hang of it. Just then a Radroach popped out, one of the mutations this world has come to go against after radiation from all the nuclear fallout happened all around the world. Private took aim at it, and with a couple of shots he killed the roach.
“Good work,” a dit Skipper. “That’s one less Radroach to deal with.”
“Thanks!” a dit Private.
“Let’s get a picture together, and capture the moment.”
Skipper stood suivant to his son waited for Kowalski to take the picture. They booth gave a smile, while Private was holding his BB gun. Kowalski got the camera ready and took the picture.
*Six Years Later*
Today was the jour of the G.O.A.T. Exam. An exam that all sixteen-year-olds had to take to see what each young adult official job would be for the rest of their life in the Vault. However Private was trying to fake being sick and get out of the G.O.A.T, however it Skipper wasn’t convinced.
“As far as I can tell,” a dit Skipper. “You’re a perfectly healthy sixteen-year-old penguin. So yes, toi have to go to class and take your G.O.A.T Exam!”
“But dad,” Private began.
“Go on now, toi got a G.O.A.T to take.”
“Anything I know about this test before I take it?”
“The Generalized Occupational Aptitude Test. G.O.A.T.! Everyone here in the voûte takes it when they’re sixteen. Helps figure out what kind of job everyone will have here in voûte 101 when they get a little bit older. So, pay attention and try not to fall asleep. toi know what the Overseer says, ‘We’re bo-”
“’Born in the Vault, and die in the Vault. Each is tested to determine their abilities that they may work for the betterment of all the Vaults residents.’ Yes, dad, I know...”
“That’s right. It won’t be so bad, toi do it once and you’re done. Now hurry before you’re late.”
“Dad...”
“Yes son?”
“Do we have to stay in the Vault? Why can’t we go out there in the world?”
“Private, toi know better not to question why we’re here, especially in front of the Overseer.”
“But why still?”
“Sigh...I want to tell toi something, listen closely. This Vault, I know it’s not perfect, but it is our home. You’re sûr, sans danger here; toi just wouldn’t be able to handle what world out there has to show.”
“I can be dad!”
“No son, toi can’t. I don’t even think I’m ready to face the world. War has plunged the Earth we live in into darkness; nothing good has come from it?”
“But I’ve read that places went into war with other placed to defend themselves.”
“That is true, but our world can only take so much and what happened over two hundred years was just too much for this world to handle. So I know toi don’t like it here, but it’s for the best. It‘s not what your mother would wanted either.”
“My mom...can toi tell me plus about her?”
“Your mother, she...she was beautiful. But...beyond the beauty you’ve seen. There’s just so much plus these old photos can never show. And she was passionate. About life, about love. But most of all, most of all she was passionate about you. When she laid the egg toi were in it was the happiest I ever seen her. Ahhhh...she had great things in mind for you. And so! Time for toi to stop stalling and get to class! Please, Private, please take the achievement tests seriously. The last thing I need is your mother’s ghost haunted me because her only child became a garbage burner.”
“Bye, dad.”
“Bye, and good luck.”
Private left to go take the G.O.A.T. He thought about what his father said, but he couldn’t worry about it too much has he needed to focus plus on this exam. Before he got in the classroom, he heard Hunter’s voice, yelling at someone to leave. She was yelling at Mort, and his two obnoxious friends. (Picture Mort much older for the rest of the story instead of the small souris maki, lémurien he is.)
“God, Mort!” a dit Hunter. “Why can’t toi just leave me alone?”
“Whatca gonna do?” he asked. “Run and tell daddy on us?”
“Hey!” a dit Private, as he waddled up to stop this. “Why don’t toi pick on someone your own size?”
“Like you?”
“Why are toi even bothering her anyways?”
“That’s Tunnel Snake business!”
“Tunnel Snakes?”
“Yeah! Tunnel Snakes, a gang I’m in with my two Friends here. Tunnel Snakes rule!”
“You’re joking right?”
“Does it look like I’m joking?”
“Well your leather veste could have fooled me.”
“Watch yourself Private, you’re lucky we’re outside the classroom. Otherwise I would take toi out myself.”
Mort and his gang left Hunter and Private and went inside the classroom.
“Thank toi Private,” a dit Hunter. “Those jerks just won’t leave me alone!”
“Why are they even bothering you?” asked Private.
“Its because my father’s the Overseer. It’s not even my fault but they pick on me because of it.”
“That’s just stupid,”
“I know, but thank toi for standing up for me. Now come on, we got a G.O.A.T. to take.”
They all walked into class now, took their siège and began the exam. The test was somewhat long but not too long. All of it was multiple choice, and there were no wrong réponses since this was plus of a placement test. The questions where all “What would toi do?” questions. Some were simple, others hard that really needed toi to think what would toi actually do, and some where just playing weird. As they got to the last question, it asked, “Who is indisputably, the most important person in voûte 101? He who shelters us from the harshness from the atomic Wasteland, and whom we owe everything we have, including our lives.” There were only four réponses to this question. A: The Overseer. B: The Overseer. C: The Overseer. ou D: The Overseer.
Everyone soon finished the test and handed it in to the teacher. Using the machine the teacher was able to tell everyone their test scores and see what they will be once they get older. Private handed his test in, and it a dit he would be a Pip-Boy Programmer, getting in somewhat the same type of field Kowalski is into. Everything looked good for young Private, but that would all change on that one faithful day...
*Three Years Later*
ALERT! ALERT! voûte SECURITY BREECHED! ALL voûte RESIDENT BE ON ALERT!
“Wake up!” a dit Hunter, waking Private up. “You need to get up!”
“Huh?” asked Private, while trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. “What’s going on?”
“It’s your father, he left the Vault!”
“What?!”
“My father’s men are looking for you. They’ve already killed Kowalski. You’ve got to get out of here!”
“No.”
“You need to get out, come on!”
Private took his BB gun and ran out of his room. The voûte was going crazy. Radroaches got in though the opened voûte door, but the guards weren’t just killing them. The Overseer ordered his guards to kill anyone that got in the way. A set of guards found Private and Hunter. He told her to run away and meet him at the voûte door while he took care of the guards. Private got the guards with his BB gun, but it did nothing with the armor they had on. So instead he ran in and hit them with the back end of his gun. Cracked their riot shield and was able to get a few hits in the face. The Guards tried to fight him off but wasn’t able to with all the rage and confusion he had inside right now. Private had to drop his BB gun and take the police baton.
To save time, Private got on his belly and slid his way to the voûte door. Radroches and guards were everywhere, but he was able to get par as they were fighting each other. Private made his way to the seconde level of the Vault, and that’s where things got plus dangerous. The guards were holding pistolets now, and killing off the roaches easier, which would make it harder for Private to make a quick escape. Fortunate for Private, one of the guards did get killed par the Radroaches and dropped his gun. 10mm pistol, eight bullets left. Wasn’t much, but it was enough to kill one guard and get his ammo. Private tried his best to sneak around and not get all the guards attacking at once. Private found a guard, and with one shot to the head, he killed him, and took all of his ammo. This gunshot alerted all near par guards and they ran towards the direction of the sound.
Private loaded the pistol to the full and shot all of the guards that came his way. All the guards did of course shoot by, and Private was hit par a bullet in the foot. He had to fix it up before it got worse but he had to take care of the rest of the guards that got in his way. And so he did, and went to go find a Stimpack to fix him up. He looked in a first-aid box that was near by, and there was just one left. He took it, injected himself, and within a few secondes he felt all better. Wish he had a few plus to carry with him incase things got worse but that would have to do for now.
Private rushed into Kowalski’s lab, to see if his dad left anything behind. As he looked, he found Kowalski’s dead body lying there on the ground. par the looks of it, he was beaten to death brutally. Private checked his person to see if he had anything useful, and he did. It had a voice recording from his dad. Private put the tape into his Pip-Boy, and the message played.
Hold on Kowalski, I need to record this first.
I... I don't really know how to tell toi this. I hope you'll understand, but I know toi might be angry. I thought about it for a long time, but in the end I decided it was best for toi not to know. So many things could have gone wrong and there's really no telling how the Overseer will react when he finds out. It's best if he can blame everything on me. Obviously toi already know that I'm gone. It was something I needed to do. You're an adult now. You're ready to be on your own. Maybe someday things will change and we can see each other again. I can't tell toi why I left ou where I'm going. I don't want toi to follow me. God knows life in the voûte isn't perfect, but at least you'll be safe. Just knowing that will be enough to keep me going.
(Kowalski) Don't mean to rush you, Doc, but I'd feel better if we got this over with.
Okay. Go ahead. Goodbye, Private. I l’amour you.
That was all that was in the message. Private started to cry a little, but it soon turned into hate as the Overseer walked in with a few guards.
“There toi are!” a dit the Overseer. “Thanks to your father nearly half of the voûte residents are dead ou are in a panic! I hope you’re happy.”
“Please...” a dit Private. “Just let me leave, and I’ll never come back.”
“It’s a bit too late for that now. You’re going to pay for your father’s crimes in death.”
Private got up, grabbed the Overseer, and pinned him to the wall, pointing a gun to his head. The guards pulled their pistolets out, but didn’t shoot, as they didn’t want to shoot the Overseer.
“Listen to me right now toi piece of crap! I had nothing to do with my father leaving the Vault! I don’t know why he left, and I’m very angry that he left me without saying anything! Now unless toi want a bullet to the head, I suggest toi give me the pass code to the voûte door right now!”
“...I could be making a mistake par doing this, but I think toi dieing out there in the hell that wasteland has to offer will be better then any death sentence I could give you. The pass code is BOLT. Now get out of here, and if I see your face here ever again I’ll kill your myself.”
“Don’t count on it,”
Private let go of the Overseer and made his way to the voûte door. Private never felt like this before never felt so much anger. But he wasn’t sure if he was rage on his father, ou the Overseer. But either way, all that Private needed to think about now is finding his father. He made his way to the voûte door, and there waiting for him was Hunter.
“You made it!” she said.
“I know...” Private a dit back.
“What’s wrong?”
“This whole day, I just don’t know what to think of it.”
“I’m so sorry for everything that happened today, but I know once toi find your father.”
“Well what about toi come with me? Leave here and it can just be us.”
“I’m sorry, but my place is here in the Vault. Maybe I can fix everything that happened, and talk some sense into my father.”
“Well I wish toi the best of luck,”
“Goodbye Private,”
“Farewell Hunter, perhaps we’ll meet again, but I wouldn’t get your hopes up.”
Private entered the password, and the voûte door opened. He waddled out, and waddled down the long path that led to the last door that would bring him outside. As he made his way down, he heard Hunter closing the voûte door, a door that from this very jour hasn’t been opened for any reason, ever again. Private opened the door and entered into the hellhole known as the Capital Wasteland, and the chercher for his father began.
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