bye bye baby.

INDEPENDENT FALLOUT OC.{ written by noodle } please read rules & about/verses.------ I DON'T WANT TOGROW UP. WHATIF I BECOME AMONSTER TOO?------ Belllittle lamplight's timekeeper.

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& MARYRED.

starter call!!

     “H-hey, R-Red...? I-I think... you drop one o-of your books when y-you were      walking or s-something. I found this w-when I was ringing th-the dinner      bell. U-unless... it’s not your’s... Th-then I’m... s-sorry for bothering you. I      just g-guessed...”

Since it looked magical ( && ) all. It could’ve belonged to Knick Knack, but she wasn’t about to bet on it. She held the book out with shaky hands, keeping her gaze to the ground as if she were afraid the other would be mad at her for finding it. She didn’t make a habit of approaching the others out of fear of bothering them, at the least.

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“Hamilton” sentence meme (part 1)

“ AARON BURR, SIR ”

❝ I may have punched him, it’s a blur. ❞

❝ He looked at me like I was stupid - I’m not stupid. ❞

❝ It was my parents’ dying wish before they passed. ❞

❝ God, I wish there was a war! ❞

❝ We could prove that we’re worth more than anyone bargained for… ❞

❝ Let me offer you some free advice: talk less, smile more. ❞

❝ Don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for. ❞

❝ Fools who run their mouths oft wind up dead. ❞

❝ What time is it? Show time! ❞

❝ Give us a verse! Drop some knowledge! ❞

❝ Who’s the best? C’est moi! ❞

❝ Ooh, who are you? ❞

“ MY SHOT ”

❝ I am not throwing away my shot. ❞

❝ I probably shouldn’t brag but damn, I amaze and astonish! ❞

❝ I gotta holler just to be heard. ❞

❝ Don’t be shocked when your history book mentions me. ❞

❝ I will lay down my life if it sets us free. ❞

❝ When I fight, I make the other side panicky! ❞

❝ Geniuses, lower your voices. ❞

❝ You keep out of trouble and you double your choices. ❞

❝ If you talk, you’re gonna get shot! ❞

❝ What are the odds the gods would put us in one spot? ❞

❝ Am I talking too loud? Sometimes I get over excited. ❞

❝ I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory. ❞

❝ See, I never thought I’d live past twenty. ❞

❝ We have to make this moment last. ❞

❝ Every action’s an act of creation! ❞

“ FARMER REFUTED ”

❝ Oh my god, tear this dude apart. ❞

❝ Chaos and bloodshed are not a solution! ❞

❝ For shame, for shame… ❞

❝ It’s hard to listen to you with a straight face. ❞

❝ My dog speaks more eloquently! ❞

❝ I’d rather be divisive than indecisive, drop the niceties! ❞

❝ Honestly, you shouldn’t even talk. ❞

❝ If you repeat yourself again I’m gonna scream. ❞

“ YOU’LL BE BACK ”

❝ The price of my love’s not a price that you’re willing to pay. ❞

❝ Why so sad? ❞

❝ Remember, we made an arrangement when you went away - now you’re making me mad. ❞

❝ Despite our estrangement, I’m your man. ❞

❝ Soon you’ll see, you’ll remember you belong to me. ❞

❝ You’ll be back. ❞

❝ Time will tell, you’ll remember that I served you well. ❞

❝ Oceans rise, empires fall! We have seen each other through it all. ❞

❝ I will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love! ❞

❝ You say our love is draining and you can’t go on, but you’ll be the one complaining when I am gone. ❞

❝ No, don’t change the subject! You’re my favorite subject! ❞

❝ My sweet, submissive subject… ❞

❝ When you’re gone, I’ll go mad! So don’t throw away this thing we had. ❞

❝ I will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love. ❞

“ RIGHT HAND MAN ”

❝ Rise up! ❞

❝ Can I be real a second? For just a millisecond? Let down my guard and tell people how I feel a second? ❞

❝ The elephant is in the room. ❞

❝ I cannot be everywhere at once! ❞

❝ I’m in dire need of assistance… ❞

❝ Permission to state my case? ❞

❝ Your reputation precedes you, but I have to laugh. ❞

❝ I was just like you when I was younger. ❞

❝ Your head full of fantasies of dying like a martyr? ❞

❝ Dying is easy, young man. Living is harder. ❞

“ NON-STOP ”

❝ Are you aware that we’re making history? ❞

❝ Why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? ❞

❝ Soon that attitude may be your doom. ❞

❝ Every day you fight, like you’re running out of time. ❞

❝ I’ve seen injustice in the world and I’ve corrected it! ❞

❝ Now what I’m going to say may sound indelicate… ❞

❝ Yo, who the eff is this? ❞

❝ Why do you always say what you believe? ❞

❝ I’ll keep all my plans close to my chest. ❞

❝ I know I talk too much, I’m abrasive. ❞

❝ For once in your life, take a stand with pride! ❞

❝ Every day you fight like it’s going out of style. ❞

❝ The fact that you’re alive is a miracle. ❞

❝ Would that be enough? ❞

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mayor maccready at some point, probably: where tf is bell isn't she supposed to ring the lunch bell soon we have a schedule to keep here wtf

bell, crying in a dark corner somewhere while cradling a teddy bear who's missing his arms & legs, probably: you're perfect the way you are mr. bear....

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【 SCARY MAN? 】

Quietly and subtly, Nick snuffs out his cigarette in an open drawer behind him. 

He didn’t notice the little girl come in– Nick too busy filing through cases and mumbling about this and that and other– until he heard the agency door shut. She was a small little lamb. Barely up to his knees. And she looked at him with such wide scared eyes that he felt his heart clench sharply in his chest, the detective’s paternal instincts firing off, one circuit at a time. 

He lets her take her time to speak. The quiver in her voice enough to stir a concerned and thorough frown on his lips. It was only when she was done and close to tears, as the first one threatened to roll down her cheek, does he offer a friendly and tender smile, or at least to the best a man with tears in his skin can. “Hey now, don’t you fret none, kiddo. I wasn’t busy at all. Just, uh,” he brought up his arm to look at his casefiles and then quickly shuffled them to the side. “Was only readin’ a few ole mysteries.”

Once they were out of the way (and he waved a frustrated hand in the air to get rid of the smell of tobacco), he leaned forward in his chair, down to eye-level, as he looked her over once more. “Now you said you need help? Is that right? Well, don’t you worry none. You came to the right man. You just tell me what I can do to help and we’ll have those tears of yours dried in no time, alright?”

She didn’t want to take her attention away from her bell, after she finished. She was too afraid of seeing his reaction to her quiet plea, too afraid of being turned away when she’d finally worked up the courage to come to someone. The soft ringing around her neck soothed her ( && ) made her hands stop shaking when she played with the rope holding it around her neck; at least a little, anyways. It gave her the strength to look up again ( && ) try to blink away her tears, to catch the smile that graced his lips. She didn’t smile back, but her shoulders relaxed a little ( && ) she sniffled, something like relief seeming to come over her. He didn’t immediately yell at her or scorn her, which was enough to make her cry, though she lifted her hands to wipe them away before they could fall down her cheeks.

     “You’re lying. A lot of people always need your help. Everyone says so.”

Her response was mumbled, but she wasn’t going to chastise for it. If anything, she sounded grateful. She wasn’t stupid though ( && ) she would have to make that known. Sucking up her pride enough to enlist the aid of a mungo was bad enough without them treating her like she was an idiot. She eyed the files he’d pushed away before slowly, cautiously, making her way further into the office. She remained skittish, but whatever determination had brought her there was pushing her forward ( && ) with only a few moments of silence lingering between them, she managed to stand in front of his desk.

     “I-I dunno if there i-is anything you can do. B-but I... E-everyone always      says k-kids should tell adults w-when they’re in trouble. N-no one really      cares, though, r-right? But y-you’re a detective... Y-your job is to care.      E-even if you don’t care, y-you still do it if there’s caps, right? I-I have      some. N-not a lot, but...”

She was babbling ( && ) she caught herself. She took a deep breath and tried to calm the shaking of her voice. With her hands pressing the bell almost painfully into her stomach, she raised her gaze ( && ) managed to make eye contact, as if she were desperately searching for something. Steeling herself, she gestured to the collar around her neck.

     “My owner is hurting me! I-I know I’m just a slave, but he’s hurting      me. I wanna go home. B-but home is really far away a-and I don’t... I      don’t know. I don’t know what to -- I... I'm scared... I’m scared and I’m      alone and I don’t know anyone, so I can’t ask for help, and I don’t know      where I am anymore and I’m scared!”

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whispers starter call...

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'i love your hair.' 'what?' 'i-i mean i love.. my bear.' --- BELL COMPLIMENTING SOMEONE.

     “You’re really sweet…”

     “Wait, what? Did you say something?”

     “I SAID THERE GOES THE WEEK. WOW, TIME FLIES. GET IT??     TIME. BECAUSE I’M THE TIMEKEEPER. HAHA. HA.” STARTS     CRYING.

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【 STANLEY. 】

  the peaks of stan’s mouth pull downward, noticing how taken aback she was. there’s something peculiar about bell & that’s how finding her can be a difficult task during the times she’s really needed. she weaves herself in & out of attention until she’s ringing a new alert throughout the caves. the one time he actually finds her & he nearly makes her heart skip a beat from shock. 

   “mm,” he hums, a common method of showing he understands. if that can’t be heard, a little nod would ensue for good measure. “thanks. oh! mm, prince–pr-princess w-w-wuh.. wanted mmmme t’ give y’ a mess-sage,” he didn’t want to, considering it contained words that were a little TOO harsh, another complaint about the loudness of the bell, so instead his shoulders raise, hands splayed out as if gesturing an oops! “but– ah– i-i forgot. 

    do y’ wan–nt me t’ .. tell her something?”

Bell shied away from his gaze, shrinking back from him as she tried to decipher whether that was all he wanted of her ( && ) if she should turn ( && ) go or not. She wasn’t so inattentive she’d think his hum was an insulting response -- it was comforting, actually, that he didn’t just take the info he needed then proceed to ignore her -- but she didn’t know if she was really wanted in the way of company. She was about to bolt when he started speaking again, oh, but when he did, it made her wish she had made a run for it.

The moment Princess was brought up, her skin, untouched by sunlight for the entirety of a year, somehow managed to go pale. She flustered, shifting weight on her heels hurriedly as she looked around, half expecting the girl in question to jump out from behind a box or something. Her lips pressed into a thin line, her brows furrowed ( && ) fear in her eyes.

     “N-no!! No, don’t t-tell her a-anything! D-don’t even tell h-her you s-saw      me! I-I haven’t run into h-her all day a-and I don’t w-wanna! W-why would      she have a message for me? I-I haven’t even done anything today, I-I...      I’ve stayed out of everyone’s way. I-if she’s mad at me again -- “

Blurting all of this out in front of him served no purpose. He said he didn’t remember the message. Maybe it was nothing. She could hope.

     “I-I didn’t do anything b-bad...”

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【 DOC. 】

She was worried, Doc could tell that much. That was fine. He could deal with that. Speak quietly and don’t move suddenly. Explain what’s going on. That was the best way to keep her calm. Well, calm-ish.

“I know you’re scared. It will feel better really soon, I promise.”

Doc took her hand and turned it over, palm side up. Only a few bits of rock, small ones, not too deep. Both superficial. The biggest risk would be infection. He was silent for a moment before taking a only slightly-rusty pair of tweezers out of his jacket pocket. Clean. About as sterile as you get in a cave.

“Alright, I’m going to do this fast. I’ll take out the rocks, put some disinfectant on there, and bandage it up. The disinfectant will sting, but only for a few seconds.”

The rocks took almost no time to get out and he dropped them onto the cave floor without thinking. There. Next came the disinfectant and a rag. Technically, it was rubbing alcohol and vodka mixed together, but it worked pretty well from what he had seen. It was still the hardest part for everybody, and he knew that. The stinging wasn’t fun.

“One, two, three.”

Doc tilted the bottle and it dripped onto the cut in Bells hand, diluting the blood. One, two, three, four, five. Done. The blood and disinfectant were wiped away and he busied himself with getting out the bandages.

“I know that hurt. The one on your knee will hurt less. That’s because we have more nerves in our hands. Are you okay?”

     “Doc...”

Bell whined in response, but nodded because she knew he was telling the truth. She hung her head, resigned, and didn’t fight him when he took her hand. She sniffled a little bit, but she wasn’t actually crying. She’d managed to keep herself calm since Princess had shoved her into a rock -- she wasn’t about to lose it not, before the pain even hit her. She focused on anything that wasn’t him or her injury -- the closest thing being one of the lanterns hanging from a nearby bridge structure. It was loose ( && ) swaying back ( && ) forth. She bet it’d fall soon.

There was no response that time, only because she was focusing so hard on something that wasn’t the tweezers about to pick dirt out from the small cuts on her hand. She winced ( && ) whimpered a little under her breath, but even she wasn’t so weak as to let herself crumble over a little stinging. In the end, she managed, only flinching once or twice in a way that made her move her hand by accident.

It was the disinfectant that got her. She jumped a bit, glad that she managed to catch herself before she fell over onto her side ( && ) ended up with more injuries for him to treat. Her eyes squeezed shut against the stinging ( && ) for a split second, she was the one who stopped counting. Needless to say, she was relieved to see the bandages. Blinking away any water that’d gathered on her lashes, she stared at her hand ( still stinging, just a bit ) ( && ) tried to forget that she had one more scrape to treat, regardless of what he said.

     “I-it won’t hurt a-as much as th-that one? R-really? I think th-the cut on my      knee is a-a little worse, s-so I... I-I dunno...”

She paused ( && ) sniffled again, using her free hand to wipe at her eyes absently. She tried to make it look like it was just ‘cause she was tired.

     “I-I’m... I’m okay... I-It just... s-still stings... a little... Th-the bandage will      m-make it feel better too, right? Feels like i-it’s th-throbbing...”

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"And you may find, as time passes, that you remember it less and less."

WELCOME TO NIGHT VALE.

     “I don’t think I-I can f-forget. I hope I-I can’t. I don’t want… E-even though     th-they’re never going t-to come b-back for me, I… d-don’t want to forget     their f-faces…”

Painful memories. Everyone had them in the wastes, she heard. Age didn’tmatter. Experience did. She was seven when she had hers. A man ( && )a woman, taken away by the monsters that took some of them on occasion;she’d loved them, once. Maybe there was a part of her that still did. Otherwise,she would’ve let go of them.

The man sung a lot ( && ) the woman would dance sometimes. She wasn’tsure what she used to do. Watch? Did she dance too? Or sing? She didn’tthink she was good at singing or dancing.

Maybe he was right. She was forgetting all of it, slowly. She could still hearthe woman crying when they took her away. He’d been more stubborn. Ifall the good stuff was fading away, though, that meant the bad stuff wouldtoo, right? At least she wouldn’t be empty anymore. Like something wasmissing.

Now that she thought about it, had her hair been blonde? His eyes blue?Was she just imagining that to make herself feel like she still knew the answer?

     “Th-that… s-sounds kinda… sad…”

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noiroux:

If I could, then I would I’ll go wherever you will go Way up high or down low I’ll go wherever you will go

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bell is probably better at math than I am

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【 STANLEY. 】

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  “when-nnn .. do-do y’ ring th-t–the bell?” time is hard to keep track of, especially when most of the clocks they get their hands on break. it’s what makes spreading the news at certain hours rather tricky — but he’s found aid in bell. good thing, too, considering she isn’t the least tolerable kid in lamplight to have as company.

His sudden address startled her -- she’d have jumped fifty feet off the ground were she a mungo, she thinks. Hands clutched around her bell to keep it from ringing prematurely, her attention turning to the fellow lamplighter that’d asked her. At first, she seemed frightened, as if she were expecting the monsters themselves to suddenly be in front of her... but it was him. He was okay. He wasn’t mean like the others. He wasn’t Princess or MacCready.

After a moment taken to calm herself, she managed a weak smile. It was never quite as happy as it should be -- relieved, more like.

     “Three-hundred seconds. Five minutes. The lunch b-bell is the next bell      th-that’ll ring. I-it’s almost o-one o’clock, S-Stanley. Th-the scavengers      w-will be back a-at one f-fifteen, s-so if y-you have any news, y-you      should have t-time to eat first...”

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【 DOC. 】

The one good thing about Lamplight was that there was no shortage of patients. Sure, there was a designated doctor, but Doc still got his fair share of kids needing some patching up. He kneels down, one hand already in his pocket, and nods.

“I do. But, look–” He points to her knee, “That has debris in it. So does your hand. I’ll need to take those out and wash them both so it won’t get infected. That might hurt more right now, but it’ll feel better faster.”

He wasn’t good at gauging pain, especially not with kids his age. Hopefully it wasn’t too bad.

“Would you be okay with that?”

     “ . . . “

Bell frowned, then looked at both her hand ( && ) her knee, hesitantly. The sight of blood mixed with dirt made her cringe. Though the wounds weren’t fatal, a few small drops trickled down her leg, in contrast to the medium pool that was forming in her palm. She could get over it if they were out of sight ( && ) mind. It was just the pain she was worried about.

She shifted where she sat, her shoulders hunching over a bit. It took her a moment to answer, as if she had to steel herself. Once she did, she was quiet.

     “It’s o-okay...”

It wasn’t really, but she wouldn’t say no. She wanted it to stop stinging as quickly as possible.

     “But I-I’m scared...”

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【 SHOOTY. 】

“Great. So we have Princess & the mungo. Hmm..”

    The stench of newbie reeked from Shooty’s every action and unorthodox advice. Stand up against Princess? Someone who’s been around much longer and made CLEAR her position around Lamplight? He wouldn’t be surprised if Bell rejects his idea, since not even the veteran Lamplighters would have wanted to follow. 

“We pull a prank on her, get her really scared. But she can’t know it’s ‘cause’a us!”

   His fingers clasp onto his rifle’s strap, eyes brimming with a newfound excitement as he pieces together a good way to explain his little ploy. “She’s usually at the back gate before you ring the dinner bell, so maybe .. we can sneak up on her! Tie her up & put her in the restroom!”

 Truly a brutal method, but he barely has a filter to see what’s going too far or not.

     “Th-there aren’t m-many others around w-who’d want to m-mess with her...      She m-might guess it’s y-you just c-cause she knows you aren’t scared of      her...”

Which may be good for her if he got the blame for it, but if they did get found out, she’d never be cruel enough to let him take the fall, even if she suspected he wouldn’t stand for it anyways. Which again brought her back to knowing this would fall on her, somehow. ( && ) yet she still didn’t have the heart to say no.

She pressed her lips together, brows furrowed as she regarded the plan. It was... overboard. Way overboard. Pulling a prank was one thing, but giving her a heart attack was another. Bell didn’t like Princess, but she didn’t want to hurt her. Another problem arose; she was too scared to argue.

     “I-if we do that... w-we have t-to be r-really careful... If she gets h-hurt,      we’ll g-get into b-big trouble. U-um... I don’t... kn-know how to tie a-a      knot, b-but I-I can m-make sure all the k-kids are out o-of the way a-and      g-get the path l-leading to the restroom cleared. If I-I go a certain way,      sh-she’ll be the last to hear th-the bell, then no one w-will hear any      noise... A-are you sure w-we could do something like this...?”

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bell is so desperate to make friends tbh like she’s so lonely in lamplight and afraid of everyone because of princess picking on her in front of them like she just wants friends who won’t bully her i mean she’s okay with them even being mean to her behind her back just not to her face ahaha... ha.........

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things that make bell cry or at least almost make her cry:

being mean to her taking her bell away looking at her funny looking in her general direction if u happen to be a ghoul injuries ( hers & urs ) loud noises super mutants feral ghouls okay anything hostile really approaching her & spooking her maybe just approaching her doing anything really even if it’s nice or makes her happy let’s be honest everything makes her cry