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Pieces pt 1

Read Dead AU - Jack Reeds

~2 Years After events of Prospect~

A ever so small part of Jack had hoped that they would be there. His mom and dad. He had hoped despite all of Allen's insistent claims that they were dead. So when he returned home and saw it as empty as it was when they left, Jack was devastated.

He jumps off his horse and heads to the front door. He opens the door and it opens with a creak. "Ma?" he calls out. "Dad?" There was no answer.

Jack steps inside and looks around the main room. It looked very much the same with the exception of 2 years worth of dust and spider webs. His mother did not tolerate spiders, his dad did not tolerate dust. They both would have kept the place clean.

#jackreeds

Prospects Pt 1

Read Dead AU - Jack Reeds Allen Reeds

The men returned. Just like they had promised they would, but Allen was prepared this time. In their absence, he set out to grab their father's scattergun. He wasn't going to let them take either of them, not without a fight.

Allen hears his brother whisper his name in fear. They were hiding in the closet from the men who had taken their parents. Horrible men who had promised to return to take care of them. He wouldn't let them.

#jackreeds #allenreeds

Patchwick Garden - Hearsay Project

Prompt: Writer’s Hideout Prompt #40 “What Happened?” “I killed them all.”

Patchwick stares up into the night sky. He did it most clear nights. Something about the stars relaxed him, like seeing a friend after a long period. He tied it with that he could see his old home. It was the only reason that made any sense to him. Patchwick looks over to the west and immediately spots the pink star. ‘Wolf’ is what they called it here on Earth. It was better than what its original name was. He didn't remember it. One of many things that he couldn't remember. Anything beyond his time here on Earth was lost to him. He spent quite a few years wondering why he was here and not there. “Brooding under a full moon again, Pat?” He looks behind himself and sees Bree, a pyromancer and human who was helping him with his garden. “Brooding? Never,” he replies, but points to the moon. “Full moon? Always.” Bree plops down next to him and looks to the stars, too. He always enjoyed her company. Hers, Hannibal's, and many of the others that called this place home. It made him feel not so alone. There was one person that Patchwick wished they would spend more time together, but he was off fighting the war. One between Humans and their creations. “Hannibal was telling me you’re from Wolf,” Bree says, cutting into his thoughts. “Of course,” he answers. “Probably the only place I would call home besides Earth.” “What's it like?” Patchwick pauses, unable to remember much of anything about his home. However words spill out of his mouth before he could stop them. “It was a lot like Earth before the war,” he says and he swells with pride. “Lots of Mancers, smart Mancers.” He smiles. “They saved the Universe.” Sometimes, Patchwick discovers a small torn piece of his history that pour out of him. They are stories for him, however. He still has no personal memories of those events. Hannibal had described it in a way that seemed to make sense. It was Patchwick's ancestors trying to teach him their story. “If they saved the Universe, why are you here?” Bree asks after a pause. “What happened?” “I killed them all.” A heaviness forms in his chest that seems to weigh him down. He looks to Bree, who had a look of shock on her face. He quickly looks away, under a sudden realization of what he just said. “We could have gone without that story,” he mutters. He's surprised when she remains by his side and looks back to the stars. “They must have done some something horrid if you had to eliminate them,” she replies, and pats his shoulder. “You are the nicest person I know, and have the patience of a tree.” It helps him feel a small bit better. He would struggle with it for awhile, but he’d find some way to live with it. Patchwick was shocked into silence and is unable to find words to say in response. He looks back up at Wolf, his ‘home’. He gets a sick feeling in his stomach and he looks away.

#patchwick agrees #hearsay project

Vinny - Birds Nest

(It’s currently unfinished)

"You what?"

Vinny was looking at a young man named Jack, determination on his face that Vinny hadn't ever seen before. It was mid-day, and Vinny wasn't ready to put up with any of Jack's shenanigans. Something he had been slowly building up to for years.

#jackreeds #i dont remember vinnys tag #giovanni the spy

jackreeds-archive

Bioshock AU - Short Story

Jack walks up to the door and stops to look at the door.

“Booker DeWitt. Investigations into matters both public and private,” was typed out across it. He gives a small tap on the opaque glass with his knuckles.

“Mr. Dewitt. It’s Jack. I’m here to collect what you owe.” Jack looks at the window, wishing he could see through it. “Mr. Dewitt.” He tests the door handle and finds the door unlocked. Jack walks in and finds the office filled with filing cabinets, random papers strewn across the floor. The only thing missing was the man Jack was looking for.

“Son of a bitch.” He ran out on him.

He walks into the office and slams the door behind him causing the glass pane to rattle. He looks around the room, before picking up a piece of paper off the floor and looks at it. It didn’t look important to Jack but he figures there had to be something here he could use to get his money back.

He spends the next fifteen minutes picking up stray papers, sorting them into two piles. One pile were papers he could possibly use, the other was stuff he couldn’t. After going through the papers on the floor, he found the stack of useless papers had taken up majority of it all. He was lucky to have twenty dollars worth of information let alone a hundred and a half that he was owed.

There’s voices near the door Jack turns to stare at it. He watches a few silhouettes walk by, before he starts to move. He was going to have to go through the file cabinets quick if he didn’t want to get caught. Jack couldn’t quite remember if Dewitt had mentioned if he had a secretary, but he did mention that an Anna occasionally stayed with him while he was here.

He opens a drawer, and starts flipping through file folders. Quite a few were debt files, which didn’t surprise him. An occasional missing person record would present itself. He flips through almost half of the cabinet before he finds one that he figures he could make something out of it.

He stops digging to look at it more thoroughly. A smile creeps across his face recognizing both names in the files. “Small market, Mr. Charity.”

Jack hears another voice outside the door, and he turns to stare at it. He sees a silhouette hover outside the door, but doesn’t continue walking on. Instead, he starts fumbling with keys.

Jack shoves the papers into his pocket, not letting that meal ticket get away from him. He goes quiet to listen to the voice. The most he could make out, is that it was a male’s voice.

Jack settles down a bit. It had to be Dewitt. He takes a moment to think how he was going to put this in his advantage.

ENDING 1

ENDING 2

#reblogging because the original reblog was broken

"And this is my little brother, Jack." Jack looks up at his brother, Allen, and the person that he was introduced to. It was one of Allen's woman friends, but Jack found himself taking a 2nd glance. Her dark blonde hair had been cut short, shorter then Jack's own. She gives him a pleasant smile and holds out her hand for him to take. "Merriam Baxter," she says as he grabs her hand. "Must be real lonely sitting in the corner here by yourself, Jack." Jack looks around the room, seeing most of the party was on the floor. Either dancing or making conversation. "I'd rather not meet one of your friends," Jack saying, taking the small implications that she was trying to get him to see someone. "Allen tries enough as it is." She laughs as Allen gives him a quick, 'what the fuck are you doing' look. "Not at all," she says. "I understand that moment of aloneness one needs. My sister is very much the same." Jack gives her a weak smile.

#jackreeds #this pretty much exhausted my jack stuff #and burned through my writing fuel

I dare you to write prompt - "Forgotten Family Member." Universe: Fable Franchise, between Fable 2 and Fable 3 Character: Noel Gray - The words haunted Noel. Buzzed in his head daily, unable to rid himself of them. He had been locked away and hidden like a burden. His body cursed in a slumber but his mind in a constant state of awareness. Noel was meant to be lost, meant to be forgotten. For an untold amount of time, he had prayed that his brother would return out of guilt, his soul sore from the backstabbing it had done. Prayed that he'd return so Noel could bury his own blade in his neck and gut him before he hit the floor. Letting his rage burn his corpse into ash for even daring to take what was rightfully his. Albion, and it's throne. He prayed for his brother's return, than he dared for it. Noel dared for his brother's return. He dared him to remove the spell that had bound him this way. He dared his brother to see the mistake he's made, and perish for it. Noel's anger burned so fiercely, he didn't feel the Darkness, the corruption, creep in. It whispers promises to him. Promises of wealth, revenge and power. He just needed to be patient. Patience. He was told that he had a patience of a hero, and heroes were known to jump head first into the shallow end of a pool. Noel wanted his comeuppance, and he wanted it now. The promises only make him more angry, feeling taunted by the Darkness that was now consuming him. He would not be forgotten! He would not be ignored! A cold wind cuts through his thoughts, fear nearly smothering his anger and he falls to his hands and knees. The cold stone beneath him to his surroundings. He was in Bargate. Albion. Home. He looks around, his entire body shaking. The world looked the same, but didn't feel right anymore. Every breath he took burned his mouth and lungs, the moon felt like it was trying to crush him under the weight of it's light, the cold ocean spray cut through his skin in an attempt to drown his fire. Noel lets out a roar, his rage manifesting to his will. An explosion destroys what ruins remained of the prison. "Ceren!" he yells into the night sky. Storm clouds roll in faster then seemed natural. His anger was starting to peak when he scries for his brother. Noel was too late. His brother was dead, his revenge pulled out of his reach. The Darkness' promise broken. Rain falls from the sky as if he had struck it himself. "You can still get your revenge," the Darkness whispers into his ear, but much louder then the rain. "He locked you away to protect Albion. He put Albion's safety before yours." The Darkness doesn't speak more, but Noel knows what it wants. "Albion will suffer for his betrayal."

#i dare you to write #concrit is welcome #fable noel

Jack Reeds - Fallout AU Ch 3

Words - idk didnt count this time

July-2-17

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Jack steps up to the dead body of the who he assumed was the leader. The last words of what the leader said now sinking in.

“Robby?” Jack asks turning to Ace. “As in Robby Ross?” Ace spits of the body. “The Med-x king?” Ace turns away from Jack.

“That bastard calling himself king now?” As far as Jack knew, Robby didn’t. It was something he had coined himself. Robby Ross supplied the Medical center in Bunker Hill with Med-x. If he had fucked that up in anyway, Kessler was not going to be happy with him.

“Ace, he’s going to kill us,” Jack says. Fran walks into the room, a moderately full bag over her shoulder. “Fran, Robby will kill us.”

“No he won’t,” Ace replies. “I got this handled.”

*panicked sentence, with little understanding*

“Jack,” Fran replies, getting his attention. “Shut the fuck up.” The brashness from her words doesn't surprise him, but they did sting a little.

"I don't know what kind of... reputation Robby has with Hancock," he says looking from Ace to Fran and back. "But he supplies Bunker Hill with medical supplies. That I deliver on a regular basis." Jack never took Fran or Ace to be blunt, but Jack goes quiet, to let the situation he found himself in, play out to the siblings.

If Jack had caused any rift between Robby Ross and Bunker Hill, he was a dead man.

Ace gives Fran a weird look, one that Jack never saw much around in the Wasteland. "Are you listening to yourself?" he asks Jack. He turns to look at him. "When I said I got it under control, I fucking got it under control." Ace walks passed Jack, and as he passes Fran, points at him with his thumb. "You really know how to pick the ones to fuck, don't you?" he asks her. Jack spins around and looks at Fran. Her face was a shade of pink, but before Ace could step out of the room, Fran fires back.

"You're a asshole!" she yells at his back.Jack remains quiet and still, unsure what exactly he had caused. He didn't want to piss either of them off, but he didn't want to piss off Robby and Kessler, too.

Fran turns back around, her cheeks red, and walks towards him. "How much?" she asks, dropping the bag to the ground.

"What?" he asks, unsure of what she meant.

"Caps," she says. "How much?"

"I don't need any," Jack says. Not from anything that might have been Robby's stash. She lets out an annoyed sigh and starts to dig around in the bag. She pulls out a purse and tosses it to Jack, who barely catches it.

"You need to take that stick out of your ass," she replies, lifting the bag and throwing it back over her shoulder. She leaves without saying much of anything else. Jack takes a moment to fully digest what had happened, before following her out.

#not 100% done but eh #this went through so many versions #this is one that im happy with

Jack Reeds - Fallout AU CH 2

Words - 557

F-10-17 _

The man tears past Jack as another steps into view. Jack immediately recognizes the second guy as Fran’s brother, Ace. One of Mayor Hancock’s best men. Jack sees his attention shift from the terrified man to him. He tries to walk away, but stops when he hears his name called out. “You’re Jack, right?” Ace asks as Jack turns his back to him. He covers his nervous gulp with swallowing the bite of the Lads Cake he still had in his mouth. “Franny’s talked about you.” He continues “She’s talked about you, too,” Jack answers. “Ace, right?” He hoped that be was correct in the assumption. Fran had only mentioned him once before Jack changed the subject. Hancock and any of his drug handlers were definitely not topics he found interesting. Thankfully, his assumption is confirmed with a nod from Ace. “Franny’s said you were good in a fight,” he replies. Jack knew where the topic was heading. Allen liked to do that a lot, too. Compliment him before asking him to do something stupid. “I’m not a mercenary,” Jack says. “I’m a farmer.” He can see the frustration flare in his face. Unlike K-L-EO, Jack chose to believe that Ace wouldn’t do anything to him. As much as he didn’t care for the Mayor of Goodneighbor, he wouldn’t let one of his men attack someone without provocation. “Look,” he starts. “A… Friend of mine and Fran’s gotten themselves into some trouble. And we need all the help we can get.” The request had been a lot more personal than he had thought it was going to be and that made it even harder for Jack to say no. “MacCready should still be in the Rail backroom,” Jack starts but Ace cuts him off. “He’s busy with his own shit,” he says in a loud but not quite yelling voice. “I wouldn’t be asking you if I had MacCready to work with.” Jack didn’t like heading into combat. He didn’t even like it coming at him. Avoidance was key for survivability. “You weren’t my first pick,” Ace continues. “Or my second. I asked because you’re a friend of my sister’s and thought maybe you would be willing to help.” Jack finds himself thinking that if Fran had asked him, he would have been more keen on helping. He eats what remains of his cake, not really enjoying the last bite. “I’ll help,” Jack says. “In exchange of an IOU.” “No,” Ace immediately replies. “I’ve seen too many wise guys try to abuse using favors.” It surprises Jack a bit. He was the one who asked him for help. “I can offer caps, jet. Anything but a favor that has no details.” “What about man power?” Jack asks. “I’m looking for my brother. Nick Valentine has his ear to the ground for any tips to where he could be at. I’d like a bit of back up once we do get to the point of finding him.” Jack looks at him, to see if he was going to get denied once again. “Enough details for you?” Because he sure as hell wasn’t about to mention that Allen was a defunct Synth. “Yea,” he replies. “Good enough.” Ace steps passed him and heads the opposite direction Jack had been going. “We’re doing this tonight so you best be ready.”

#jackreeds

Jack Reeds - Fallout AU

Words - 422

J-27-17

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"As a matter of fact, I do," Daisy replies to Jack's inquiry. She reaches down below the counter and pulls out three boxes of Fancy Lads Snack Cakes. Jack couldn't stop himself from smiling at the sight. She laughs at him. "You are a Saint," Jack replies. "Can't say I've seen someone smile at that many preservatives," Daisy replies putting the box down on the counter top. "These things are older then me, you know. And that's saying something." "Maybe if I eat enough, I can outlive you," Jack says jokingly. "How much?" "20 caps," Daisy says resting her arms on the counter top. "Each." Jack didn't want to pay 60 for the cakes but he couldn't haggle worth a damn and Daisy knew this. He only had 82 caps on him and he still needed to get ammo for his weapons. Jack taps his fingers on the counter top. He may not have haggling abilities, but he was certain he could pinch caps when he needed. "Kid, if it makes you feel better, you're the only one who asks if I have these things," Daisy throws in. "You throw in an extra 10 caps I can save the last two for your next trip into Goodneighbor." Jack does quick math in his head, making that he'd still have enough caps to get the shells he needed. He reaches into his purse and throws down thirty caps. "Pleasure doing business with you, Jack," Daisy says with a smile as she grabs the caps. Jack makes a slight mocking face at her as he grabs his cake. "Those better be there when I come back," Jack says. Although he was pretty sure she probably had another 10 under the counter. Jack leaves Daisy and makes a quick stop by Kill or Be Killed to pick up some ammo from KL-E-O. She terrified Jack so he always spent little time dealing with her, and he wasn't sure if she cared for him or not. She liked him enough to not kill him everytime he walked up to her so he took that as a good sign. He opens his cake and takes a bite of one. Regardless of how old these little bricks of preservatives were, they were the best tasting things Jack's ever eaten. Jack heads to the Third Rail, already starting on the second cake when a commotion stops him. He looks down the alley to his right and he watches a guy tumble into view. He stands and races towards him.

#jackreeds

Guilt was eating away at him. He killed Daniel. He killed his best friend. Allen sits at the base of a tree, hiding itself among the large base. He buries his face in his hands, trying his best to not break down.

The last image of Daniel flashes behind his closed eyelids and Allen looks out at the forest. He killed his friend. "If not him, then you,’ a voice says though his head. That was what he was told. They were told the same thing. This game needed a winner, and the winner survived.

Allen had seen his brother here, too. He couldn’t kill his brother. Wanting to live wouldn’t be enough to even think of striking his brother down. He’d worry about that when it came.

Allen stands and dusts off his pants. "Compartmentalizing is your friend.“ Another little tip he had been told. What had happened to Daniel had passed, and he’d worry about his brother later. Now, it was to find his partner and survive.

What was his name again?

He steps out from behind his hiding hole, still dusting off his clothes when he bumps into someone. He stumbles back, tripping on a raised root from the tree.

"Allen,” the man replies. Allen looks up at him and recognized him as his partner. Much larger then when he saw him prior. "I have been looking for you.“

"Yea, hey. Big… guy. I was just looking for you, too.” Allen stands up, once again dusting himself off and stepping away from the tree. Allen sees several others standing behind his partner. “I didn’t realize you brought a hunting party with you.” He immediately recognized Byron and Sacha, having worked with them outside.

“Allen,” he says. "This is Byron, Sacha and my sister, Bryony.“

Sister. It hits him hard, seeing that his partner would eventually have to kill her. The guilt makes another pass, and he can feel himself struggle to keep his face hard.

"Didn’t realize this was a family reunion,” he retorts. He makes note of the odd man. “Who died?” he asks before he reaslizes what he said.

“Our partners,” Byron replies.

“we’re on our own,” Bryony replies. "So we agreed to be each others partners for the time being.“

"Byron? Partner?” Allen says with mocked surprise and looks at the man who mutters something in another language that ALllen couldn’t understand.

“Until it becomes necessary for us to part ways,” Bryony replies. Allen looks at Bryony who was looking sullenly at her brother. They were told the same thing he was. The game needed a winner. "I found a cave back that way,“ Bryony continues, pointing behind them. "We could use that as cover and spend the night there.” The thought of spending the night with a bunch of people who could kill him did not sound like a good plan. He tended to make it a rule to avoid the people who could kill him.

“Or a good place for an ambush,” Allen mutters but they all ignore him and walk the way Bryony pointed. He looks at Byron, and realizes that the usual rifle on his back was missing. "Wait. Does anyone have any weapons?“ he asks. Everyone stops to look at each other.

"I got this,” his partner replies and pulls out a small hatchet. "Sponsor.“ Allen lets out a loud sigh. Half of it was out of relief, knowing that it was his partner who had a weapon. The other half was out of disbelief. If others had decided to group up, and they had weapons, then this little group of misfits would be dead.

"Can you two fight?” he asks, pointing at Bryony and his partner. "Because these two can’t.“ He points to Sacha and Byron. It was Sacha’s turn to grumble at him in another language.

"Of course we can fight,” Bryony replies. "We’re Saiyans.“ Allen, Sacha and Byron stare at them a moment.

"Good,” Allen says, giving them two thumbs up and a confused look. "Good, That’s… good.“

The group makes their way to the cave. It had a good view of everything around them. At least they could spot their attackers before they were killed. Allen had no clue what a say-man was but he figured that they wouldn’t be much of a hassle to deal with. Even with Heath’s impending stature.

He also learned his partner’s name on the way, Byron having mentioned that Bryony and Heath’s name were plants. It made it easy to remember it.

Allen ends up staring out at the wondrous sunset view they had from their cave perch, his mind dwelling on the death of his friend and future death of his brother, Jack. Where ever he was.

"Who died?” Bryony asks, sitting down next to him. Allen whips his head at her, taken by surprise.

“No one. Yet,” he replies. "My brother is there. I last saw him back at the corn thing.“ Bryony doesn’t say anything. Allen wasn’t sure why. "What are you going to do? When it comes time to kill your brother?” he asks.

“I’m not,” she replies. "He’s my brother. I’d kill myself before I’d hurt him.“ Allen picks up a twig. He felt much the same about Jack. He wouldn’t purposely hurt him in anyway. But would he feel the same way?

"Would he do the same thing?” he asks. "Kill himself to protect you?“ Once more, she doesn’t say anything and it unnerves him.

The sky gets dark, and everyone jumps as cannon fire is heard. A name appears in the sky. "Oleander - Deceased,” it said. Another cannon fire, followed by another name.

“Leek - Deceased.” Bryony lets out a gasp.

Cannon fire. "Jack - Deceased.“ Allen feels his heart stop. Jack? His Jack? His brother?

Cannon fire. Allen sees the name, Hektor appear followed by deceased but it doesn’t register in his brain. Was that his brother? Was he dead? That couldn’t be.

More names and more shocked noises came from Bryony. It wasn’t until the name Sage appeared in the sky that he heard Heath yell.

"No!” he yells. "That’s not true!“ Bryony stands up to try and calm her brother.

Allen looks up and see’s Daniel’s name appear next to the others. Ice runs through his veins and he feels himself fall apart. His brother was gone. Dead.

He hangs his head, and starts to weep.

#the game ssn 2 #allenreeds

Natalie looks over at Joane. "Just because you don't think that the invasion is right, doesn't mean you can't support the soldiers who went out to China," she says.

Joane juts out her chin at her. "You just say that, because of your boyfriend," she says. "Soldiers are just tools. You can't support tools." Natalie shakes her head in disbelief.

"Just tools?" she says, barely holding back her anger.

"Yes," Joane continues. "Tools. The military uses basic techniques to make them less human. So they can kill more humans." Natalie shakes her head again. "I know you like trying to keep the perspective of making them look like heroes, Nat. But the truth is, our army is no better then the Chinese’s army at treating their people with dignity."

"It's only technologically better," Barry throws in. "Which I have to agree that now that they've 'officially' announced the knew T-45s for use against the invasion, the propaganda has been surprisingly... Robotic."

Natalie glares at Barry. "You have a brother in Alaska."

"And I didn't say I didn't support him," he adds. "I can see both sides of the argument is all." He sits down next to both of them. "The Military using questionable ethics to make their soldiers productive in a war makes it hard to remember that yes, they're humans also." He throws his thumb at the nearby propaganda poster that started the talk. "Getting inhuman mascots and selling it makes it even harder."

Natalie stares at the poster, an image of a soldier in powered armor holding the American flag. Barry had a point. It crosses her mind that maybe she should go after the Military, for dehuminizing their soldiers. Perhaps after this Vannucci client.

#lonesurvivornat

"It had been a week," Preston starts. "Since she left when she sent her first message. It had been on a holotape. It said it would be a bit generic as she sent it to her friends." The courser doesn't move, it's helmet not betraying what it was thinking. "Told us she wanted to keep in contact."

Preston leans up against the railing of the house. "I hadn't realized that I was the only one who wanted to keep talking with her. I asked Nick about it. He was disappointed in her choice and voiced it to her. Through holotape. She sent an apology back, but hadn't sent anything else."

Preston stares out across the street, watching, remembering what it had been like before she helped them. "Hancock didn't want anything else to do with her and MacCready had returned back to the Capital Wasteland before I could ask him." He glances over at the Synth.

"I never would have thought that friends could turn their backs on each other like that." The courser looks at Preston a moment, before turning back to it's normal position. Preston looks back out across Sanctuary.

"I didn't approve the choice she made, involving herself with the Institute. The Commonwealth Boogeyman, as Nick called them. But she did what she believed was right," he says. "And I would support her descision. Because that's what friends do."

There was silence between the two of them. The holotapes had stopped for about a month, making Preston fret with worry. It had been a once a week message back and forth for about a year. The sudden silence had been troublesome.

But then she sent the courser.

"Preston Garvey," the courser says breaking the silence. He looks at it, curious as to what it had to say. "What would you do. If she made the wrong choice?"

He takes a moment to think about it, looking away from the Synth. "Well. I'd be there for her, and I’d hope she learns to live with it," he answers, hoping that it came off as something positive. "Everyone makes mistakes. You just have to learn from it, and move on."

"Even if it means sacrificing the ones she holds close?" the courser asks. Preston looks at the courser who was staring back at him. Fear causes his heart to freeze. The Synth was here to kill him.

"I would give her my life," he answers. He looks the Synth in the eye, or where he believed it's eyes were. It terrified him to die, but he wasn't about to fight it.

"Illogical," the courser replies, turning away from him. "If one were to save the Commonwealth, Preston Garvey. One can not throw one's life away. Even if for a better future." Preston lets out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding and he back looks at Sanctuary.

"The Director has made many considerations about her own life," the courser continues. "Many theories if certain things took a different path. Many theories about what might happen if she were to cut her own life short." Preston once again holds his breath, but this time, in anticipation to hear that she was dead.

"But she realized. That to make a better future, you need to have one." The words sounded hollow when said by the Courser, but it was definitely something Natalie would say. And it gave him a small bit of hope that he had lost in the past year, but he can already feel it disappear.

"Then why are you here?" Preston asks. "If she wants a future, why didn't she tell me this herself?"

"I am here to support the Commonwealth, Preston Garvey," the Courser replies. "So the Commonwealth can have a future."

It wasn't an answer to Preston. "One person can't protect all the Commonwealth," he replies.

"One person can, if given the right friends," the Courser retorts. "The right friendships can weather all storms."

"That still doesn't explain why you're here," Preston says again.

"I am here to support the Commonwealth, Preston Garvey," the Courser repeats. "So the Commonwealth can have a future."

It still wasn't an answer. Preston lets out a sigh as the music on the Radio gets interupted. A settlement was in trouble. "Lets go support the Commonwealth."

What’s my name?

Character: Ridley

Inspiration: (idk a lot of stuff?) Human - Song

Ripley focus back to the current as someone rattles his cage. It was Icarus. No surprise. "Mister, are you hungry?" In the child's hand, was bits of meat. He stares at the food, wishing he'd get up and grab it. He was hungary, starving even. When had the last time he had eaten? They both hear his mother call out his name, and the food disappears into the child's pocket. Icarus wasn't supposed to be here. Ripley hears his mother tell him to leave the ghoul alone. A ghoul. Ripley is reminded again that yes, he was still a ghoul. Soaking up radiation in hopes it would kill him, or someone would come along and put a bullet into his skull. He watches Icarus run off, calling out to his mother and he dives back into the nothingness that made up his time.

Ripley comes back out once again as he hears the familiar rattling. Again, it was Icarus. This time, with a lockpick. Ripley had locked himself inside and swallowed the key. He was to stay inside. He was a ghoul. He deserved to be in a cage. Ripley continues to watch him. The door was locked from this side. It was almost laughable to see the kid attempt to pick the lock without seeing what he was doing. Icarus would drop the pick several times, break it then pull another out of his bag and the the process would repeat itself.He closes his eye in an attempt to go back to sleep when he hears a different noise. A click, followed by the sound of something hitting the ground. Ripley opens his eyes and sees Icarus open the door that was supposed to be locked. The kid stays by the door, unmoving. Ripley watches curiously, wondering what was going through the kids mind. Perhaps he didn't know he'd open the door. Perhaps he expected Ripley to be a feral and attack. Ripley was patient. He would wait and see if the kid would put a gun to his head. Icarus races inside, much to Ripley's surprise. He races inside, puts his around around his shoulders and lifts him. There was a dizzying rush as he was lifted higher then in his usual sitting position on the floor. How long had he been sitting there between the barrels of radioactive waste? He couldn't remember. Icarus moves as fast as he can, away from the barrels Ripley had put himself in. He feels the warmth from the radiation slowly fade the farther he gets from them and he can feel the pain of hunger in his stomach. The cold and pain was not what he wanted. Ripley would fight back to stay near his nest if he could. Once outside of the cage, Icarus puts him down by the door. Ripley feels himself start to shiver from the cold, and he was hungry. So hungry. Icarus puts the bits of food from before into his hand. "I'll be back, ok?" the kid says. "Don't go anywhere." The kid had givin Ripley some hope of ending his misery. Even if he could, he wouldn't go anywhere. Where else would a ghoul such as himself go? He looks at the bits of meat in his hands. His hands. So pathetic they looked. The kid's only gone a moment before he returns, wrapping a blanket around him and putting a carton of dirty water next to him. "Come on," the kid says stubbornly. "Eat." Again, Ripley hears his mother call his name. "I'm coming!" he calls back. "Don't come down here!" "Icarus!" she calls back, sounding much closer then before. "You don't talk to your mother like that!" She must appear in his blindspot as the kid looks up away from him and to someone else. "You don't just run off with a blanket without-" This was it. "Icarus," she says cautiously. "He's not feral!" Icarus replies. Ripley was finally going to get what he always wanted.

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Character: Samuel

Inspiration: FO4 - (Photo)

"You're leaving? After all that?"

Samuel keeps looking around the room, grabbing what he can, ignoring the guilt trip that MacCready was trying to give him. Samuel had made up his mind. He couldn't stay here any longer.

"Can't convice a coward to change his stripes," Hancock throws in. The ghoul was sitting in the corner in a chair, sucking on a Jet inhaler.

"You said you were going to help me!" MacCready says, grabbing his arm. Samuel shrugs him off. "What about Duncan? You said you were going to help me find a cure!"

"That's why I don't keep promises," Samuel mutters under his breath, slinging his bag over his shoulder. He turns toward MacCready. "I can still help, just not in the Commonwealth."

Sam can see that it didn't matter what he said to the mercenary now. He had been hurt and betrayed. Just like Hancock.

"How can you help when everything's lead here? The cure is here!"

"And if it's not?" Samuel says. "You'll be moving again anyway-" Samuel hits the floor faster then he realizes MacCready was going to hit him. The long table filled with chems flew across the room. MacCready was gone before Samuel returned to his senses.

"Well, well. Looks like the 'mungo' didn't appreciate your support of abandoning his child," Hancock replies. Samuel glares at him, but he's not looking in his direction.

Samuel stands, not having anything to say to his remark and follows MacCready out the door. He watches him storm in the direction of The Third Rail. Back to his hole, he thinks. Samuel wouldn't stop helping MacCready. If not looking for the cure here, then at least trying to create one. That was something he couldn't do here, not without the right assistance and not with the Brotherhood now nosing in. And with most of the facilities in the Commonwealth encroached with Gunners and Raiders...

Samuel hopes that MacCready would find the help he needs, for Duncan. Because to Samuel, actually finding what he was looking for sounded too good to be true.

And if that cure was real, Samuel hoped he found it before the Brotherhood did.

#wanderersamuel

Character: Natalie

Inspiration: FO4 - Video

Nick opens the door to peer inside. “That med-x really knocked her out, huh?” he mutters.

“Didn’t take much,” Preston remarks. “If I hadn’t known better, I’d be surprised she’s never taken chems before. Always giving old Mama Murphy an earful when she stops by.”

“Sounds just like her,” Nick adds with a chuckle. “Always grilling Sheffield when she stops by Tenpines.” He keeps the door open and turns towards Preston. “You look after her?”

#lonesurvivornat

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