Heya! I'm Jayden, art is my hobby and current hyperfixation has changed from Deltarune to Fallout (specifically New Vegas). I mainly post my OC content here
Find my OCs under the hashtag JT OCs, my beloved critter Nathan under DR!Nate, Charlie as Courier!Charlie and otherwise linked below :3
Nathan Character Overview
Charlie Character Overview
Charlie's Journal - Entry #1
I'll update this Overview with time, have fun looking around!
The last three days have felt more like a fever dream than reality. Maybe I did die a month ago and this is the shit that goes on in the afterlife, no clue.
Anyhow where the hell do I even begin. I think I sent a cult of Ghouls into space?? I know, I know, this sounds like I'm on drugs but I'm stone cold sober.
Their leader is (was?) Jason Bright (funny coincidence because he's a glowing one, I didn't make that joke to his face though). Talked about this whole “the Great Journey” to the so-called “the Far Beyond”, which I guess is just space. Can Ghouls survive in space?? Did I just kill a bunch of Ghouls with religious psyk psychosis?? (That's the word I'm looking for I think)
Either way I guess they're more happy than they would've been on earth. Better than becoming feral, I suppose.
Things went okay-ish I guess. There was Nightkin in the basement, the so-called ghosts the insane guy in town known as No-bark warned me about. Aggressive and tough. Also had the incinerator I had with me blow up, burned my arm pretty bad but I'm fine otherwise, surprisingly. Not dead yet. Guess Death just can't wait to knock on my door.
Anyhow after all that I got some rest and then finally went and spoke to the other townguard, Boone, cold and not very chatty but we did talk a bit. And here's where I ended up in some murder (?) mystery, at least mystery. Find out who sold his wife Carla to the legion.
Chat with the townsfolk to get hints about the whole situation, seems most didn't like Carla very much. Somehow like the whole ghost thing wasn't insane enough, No-bark once again helps me out. Talks about thinking that “mole-man” kidnapped Carla. He means legionaries. Happened in the Dino Dee-lite lobby.
Saw the safe in the ground of the lobby when I first arrived in town and chatted with Jeannie May Crawford, owner of the motel. Head there at night, broke open the safe and found a fucking bill of sale. Jeannie sold Carla and Boone’s unborn child over the petty thing of not getting along. Absolutely insane. Makes me feel sick.
Fuck I could write about how fucked up this is on so many pages, I just
Do like Boone told me, bring the culprit out in front of the dino and put on his beret. Jeannie gets her head blown to bits by him. Scary how close that shot was to me. If Benny could shoot that well I wouldn't be writing this.
Head back up the dino, speak to Boone, also hand him back his beret. Gave him the evidence. Can't really read the guy but man, this shit’s fucked up. We talk some more. Ask him about what he's gonna do now, not like he can stay in Novac, I mean I guess he could, I don't know.
Anyhow I end up making a comment about how snipers usually work in pairs. Somehow and I have no fucking clue how, that convinced him to tag along with me. Well, we'll also be killing some legionaries on the way to wherever. I have no issues with that, the opposite to be quite frank.
I feel a bit unsure about having a companion with me but I guess I'll see how this works out.
I've been wanting to make more environmental pieces that display Six's character and story more and I love how this one turned out a lotttt so safe to say l'll be trying more when I get ideas. It's filthy and unsettling and that's perfect for what I'm trying to show about his mind.
Hi this is an absolute passion project :3 Inspired by @elthedevil 's diary pages for Mr. Bitches
There's many more entries to come, lots to learn about Charlie. I'll also always post the digital text for easier readability
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20th Nov 2281
It's been about a month since I've been shot in the head twice by a guy in a checkered suit, his name's Benny as I've learned today. I've lost quite a chunk of my memory, can't even remember my name. Been going by Six because apparently I'm the sixth courier as read in the note regarding my delivery.
I'm hoping that writing might help bring back my memories. I think I've heard somewhere a long time ago that it's supposed to help. Anything would be nice, really.
Everything from before being shot is a kind of blur still. I do remember I've been doing this whole courier thing for a long time though. Some skills seem to come naturally so there's that too.
Doc Mitchell from Goodsprings is the kind soul that put my scrambled brains back together, surprised I'm alive at all. The one who dug me up from my grave (literally because Benny made his goons bury me) was a robot called Victor. Asked him why but didn't get a proper answer. He even followed me all the way from Goodsprings to Novac where I'm currently staying. It's weird but questioning him doesn't bring me much. I guess I don't really care all too much as long as he doesn't put me back in the ground.
Anyhow as I already mentioned I'm currently taking a stop to rest in Novac. Quiet little town but seems to have its own issues. I've been helping wherever I pass through, helps me too, some caps, good connections and maybe a place to sleep. This place is no different.
One of the town guards, Manny Vargas, asked me to check out a Ghoul situation at the Repconn Test Site nearby. Told me that feral Ghouls have been wandering into town and the locals also depend on the junk up in the facility. I suppose I'll check that out tomorrow.
Manny has also mentioned a second town guard called Boone who works nights. I'll try to chat with him too, see if he might also know anything about that Benny guy.
“What…?!” Six breaks from the hug to look at Boone. They're baffled by his assumption. ”No. Never. Quite the opposite. Ever since we've gotten closer I've been sleeping a bit easier. I know you've got my back, Craig.”
They wipe off a few more tears before giving him a weak smile.
“I'm glad.”
They sigh. “In some odd way I'm glad to’ve finally gotten that off my chest.”
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They lean back into Boone's arms. “What we have- our companionship- it means a lot to me, Craig, genuinely. You trust me with your baggage, I trust you with mine.”
Last part tomorrow but for now Charlie is suffering </3
3/4 CW/TW: Vague mention of SA, Transphobia
“You know how some people are towards trans folks, especially men. He wanted to “fix” me. Like there's something wrong with me. What a piece of shit.” Tears begin to roll down Six's cheeks. “Shit- sorry-”
Boone doesn't reply, instead carefully offering a hug which they gladly take. They sob for a few minutes while continuously apologizing.
And here's the next page, script below the cut again
2/4 CW/TW: Vague mention of SA, Transphobia
“The stuff Betsy has been through.. I- I can relate to her.”
An uncomfortable silence forms in the room.
“Charlie you don't have to-”
“No- please listen. I know you see how this affects me. You've seen me waking up from nightmares again and again without explanation. Jeez I even fell out of bed once in a panic-” At this point Six kind of stumbles over his words. “I haven't been affected by that Cook-Cook guy personally but this shit gets to me.”
He pauses again. “I haven't really talked about my early life much, especially because I had actually forgotten quite a chunk after the two bullets to the head but- A lot of it has been coming back slowly over time, sometimes in bursts. The good, the bad and well- y'know- the very bad.” Six is fidgeting with his fingers, a bad habit that only gets worse when he's nervous or something's hard to talk about.
Boone is quiet, listening intently.
“I- fuck- I must've been like… sixteen or seventeen or something.” He's desperately trying to keep it together but the topic is obviously hard on him, his voice cracks slightly and he's trying not to tear up.
“I was still pretty fresh out of the closet, maybe a year or two. Taking steps to pick up medical transition, mostly hormonal treatment till I turned old enough for surgeries and things like that.”