Soo. Fallout76 came out with the Glow of the Ghoul update, making it possible for players to become and play a ghoul themselves.
Did I create a human John Hancock (as close to the source material as possible) just to ghoulify him?
Yes.
Did I have someone write a mod for me, so I could get my hands on Hancock's iconic red frock in game?
Oh yes.
Did I record a bunch of FO76 emotes since they simply don't exist in FO4 (so I've never seen Hancock do them)?
Weird, but also, yes.
Did it take me way too fucking long?
Yes, and I need help.
Did I want to share them with you guys?
Oh yes lol.
(I am very sorry about the quality of some of those - Tumblr's rule of not allowing several mp4s is just mind boggling. Also, I do own way too many atom store items.)
been playing some FO76 again lately! It's changed a lot since I last played it 6 years ago 😂 I've been having fun, even if it is still objectively quite a janky mess of a game.
Here is my guy and a mothman, because I love big bug
the show gave me much to think abt so after all these years it was abt time i made a new au :) just vaughn "vault boy" bennett being ex vault tec turned wastelander
I could hear my power armor servos whining as I crouched just inside the yawning mouth of Vault 93, the dim emergency lights inside flickering like a dying heartbeat.
The air was stale. Musty. Like the Vault itself was holding its breath, waiting for us to make the first move.
“Knight Logan, you reading?” Scribe Darrow’s voice chirped through the comms, clipped and anxious.
It took me a minute to steady my bulky T-60 power armor that I couldn't respond at first.
"Regina-"
“Loud and clear,” I replied, scanning the corridor ahead. “We’re in. Entrance is secure. No contact yet.”
Behind me, Darrow and Initiate Klein stepped in cautiously, neither of them armored. That made them my responsibility. Their lives rode on how fast I could move, and how many bullets I could eat before they got hit.
I turned toward them. “Alright. What do we know?"
Darrow pulled his hood down, fingers already twitching at his holotab. "Vault 93 was never on any of the official maps. No construction logs. No habitation data. Buried by design."
Klein snorted. “Always comforting when Vault-Tec ghosts one off the books.”
Darrow ignored him and took out his tablet. He flashed a digital photograph of the target.
"Our target is Dr. Sabrina Holt. Rogue biologist. Formerly of the Responders, went off-grid six years ago. She's been experimenting with WesTek research notes. We cannot let such old world technology be freely exploited by unwitting citizens."
“And she’s got help,” Darrow added, thumbing a slide across his tab.
A photo shimmered to life.
Blurry, but clear enough: a towering Super Mutant woman with a massive machine gun slung across her shoulder like a toy.
“Cindy,” he continued, “Holt’s pet mutant. She forcefully abducts women from surrounding settlements and hauls them to this Vault's coordinates. Their statuses are unknown.”
My mouth tightened. "Jesus. How many?”
Darrow looked up grim. “Too many.”
I took a breath, voice firming. “We go in quiet, sweep every corridor. Klein, stick to me. Darrow, stay in the center. You hear anything, you say it loud. We finish this before things get out of control.”
Just as I moved forward, the old Vault speakers crackled to life overhead. A woman’s voice, clinical but panicked, oozed through the static.
“The Brotherhood!?"
We all drew our weapons and aimed around us, searching for targets.
"Oh no. No, no, you’re not supposed to be here—please—don’t—don’t come any farther.”
My hand automatically shifted to my laser rifle, changing the setting from burst fire to automatic. My visor flicked toward the ceiling.
"That her?" Klein looked up at me and then to Darrow.
Darrow looked up toward the speaker, unflinching. “No mistaking it. That’s Holt.”
Klein aimed his weapon upward and instinctively pointed at the cameras. “She’s watching us.”
I raised my weapon. “Dr. Sabrina Holt, this is Knight Logan. You’re ordered to stand down and surrender. Your research and tech will be confiscated for inquest.”
There was a pause. The sound of hurried typing, muffled machinery.
“You're going to ruin everything.”
Her voice cracked.
“This shouldn't become violent. Please, give me time. I-I wanted... to show everyone that we could thrive in the Wasteland!"
"At what cost!?" I yelled through my helmet microphone.
"Our past. The old world is gone, and it has evolved. We need to keep up!"
“You’ve abducted civilians,” Darrow snapped. “You’ve created abominations.”
“A-abominations!?"
Her voice was suddenly laced with hurt and rage. The began to shout, desperation building up.
"They were dying! Starving. Wasting away from diseases, radiation, monsters, and raiders."
Then the sounds came—distant, metallic hissing. Doors unlocking. Seals breaking.
"I am giving them a future. A chance to matter in a world that forgot them!”
There was a soft chuckle that echoed through every hallway.
And something… heavy, wet, and breathing.
“Contact incoming,” I growled, flipping my rifle into ready position. “Form up—watch your corners!
Klein looked at the ticking geiger counter in his hands. "Knight, heads up, it's a big one!”
From the darkness ahead, something huge lunged—skin pale green and glistening, body twisted and bloated with muscle and flesh. It slammed into the floor with a thud that made the walls shudder, snarling as its eyes locked on us.
"And you’re just going to burn it all down like everything else. Well guess what, I won't let you!”
The mutant stepped into view—Sabrina’s enforcer, made real.
“You see her? That’s Cindy. She was nothing—frail, malnourished, dying of radiation sickness when I found her. The only survivor after raiders torched her entire settlement.”
“But look at her now… over thirteen feet tall, muscle layered on muscle, immune to disease, radiation, starvation. Stronger than any brute. Smarter than any Super Mutant.”
The mutant had to duck beneath the corridor arch, thick cords of muscle rolling under sagging green skin. Veins like steel cables wrapped her arms, and she grinned with a mouth full of cracked yellow teeth. Across her back, the barrel of a heavy machinegun clanked against her shoulder plate.
“She’s not a monster. She’s the next step. The future I want for every woman abandoned by this world.”
Cindy was roughly the size of a Super Mutant Overlord, towering above us. Even as I loomed over Klein and Darrow in my power armor, I was nothing compared to her.
"Cindy-"
Sabrina was interrupted by a coughing fit.
"Entertain our guests while I finish my work..."
“Oh,” Cindy growled, voice like gravel dragged across bone, “I love it when they send the crunchy ones first.”
The gun came down. I shouted: “MOVE!”
Cindy opened fire, and the corridor exploded into a hailstorm of rounds.
Armor plates rattled around me as I surged forward, shielding Darrow and Klein with my bulk. Sparks ricocheted from my plating—my HUD screamed damage warnings, but I pushed through, returning fire with a barrage of pulse-accurate laser blasts.
“Darrow!” I barked.
“I’m on it—get me to that node!” he shouted, ducking behind a ruined checkpoint console.
“Klein, keep her staggered!” I snapped.
Klein flanked left, opening up with short bursts from his rifle, rounds chewing into Cindy’s shoulder—but she didn’t flinch.
"HA HA HA! You little boys and your puny toys, they're NOTHING to me!"
She just laughed and advanced, her bare feet ripping through the floor tiles with each step.
"God, she's not even slowing down!" Klein yelled.
“She's built for war,” I grunted. “But nothing changed, we break her down just like the others!”
My laser rifle clicked—dry. “Klein—mag!”
He slid a spare Fusion Cell across the floor.
I snatched it, slammed it into place, and fired again, aiming for her gun.
"She may be impenetrable, but her Tech's just another Wasteland piece of junk!"
After a dozen concentrated bursts, the barrel sparked and jammed—Cindy cursed and swung the gun, using it like a club.
She held it like it weighed nothing.
I ducked, her strike smashing a wall console in a shower of sparks. I countered with a shoulder charge
BOOM, metal on mutant.
She reeled a step, but grabbed a steel pillar from the corridor support and ripped it free with a screech of snapping bolts.
“Try this one for size big girl!” she giggled, swinging the pillar like a bat.
I raised my arm—caught it on my forearm guard, servos whining as the force nearly toppled me.
Darrow finally reached the control station. “One minute! I can reroute turret control if I isolate her IFF!”
“Hurry!” I shouted as I dodged the next swing.
Klein strafed and laid down suppressing fire, picking at Cindy’s legs. She responded by kicking a debris chunk at him, sending him sprawling behind cover.
Cindy rushed me.
She dropped the pillar and came at me with fists, swinging wild. Each hit cracked my armor plating—every block sent a shock up my bones. I kept her locked in, trading blows, forcing her to focus on me.
“Almost there!” Darrow shouted.
A couple of wall turrets above us twitched.
Brrap—Brrap—Brrap!
They came alive, and the hallway lit with fire. Cindy howled as high caliber explosive bullets stitched into her back.
She turned, swinging a wild fist toward a turret and leap towards another.
“Why you lousy tin cans!” she roared.
“Now, both of you, MOVE!” I ordered.
Klein grabbed Darrow and pulled him through the doorway.
I activated my jet-assisted lunge and plowed Cindy, who was smashing the other turret, through a steel gate into the next chamber. The ground shuddered under us.
We landed in a containment wing—tubes lined the walls, filled with half-fused mutant horrors. Limbs melted into torsos.
Grotesque curves stretched unnaturally, bones in all the wrong places. They twitched in fluid. Some still moaned.
“Logan, watch out! She’s releasing them!” Darrow shouted over comms.
Sabrina’s voice returned.
“No, I'm not! You are messing with their delicate transition! Everything is turning into a mess. I’d hoped Cindy could handle your team alone...”
Tubes hissed open. Four failed experiments dropped to the floor, snarling.
Klein opened up, cutting two down with clean headshots.
I crushed one underfoot even before she could stand up, her malformed body folding with a wet snap.
Another leapt at Darrow—he ducked, and I grabbed her mid-air, slamming her into a wall so hard the plaster cracked.
"You... You killed them! How could you!? They still had a chance to live!"
"Sorry, doctor, but we are pulling the plug on this science project of yours!"
Cindy rose again, bleeding from the mouth, snarling. “You broke my gun... BITCH!”
We traded final blows.
She was slowing, injured—those turrets had shredded parts of her back. Her swing missed, and I smashed her across the face with a power-fist.
She hit the wall and slumped. Down, but not dead.
We ran—no time to confirm the kill.
Darrow led us to the lab doors, where the air changed. Cleaner. Colder. Like something preserved.
Inside: the source.
Sabrina’s lab.
The room was pristine, even now. Humming with sterilized coldness, tubes and machinery curling across the ceiling like veins. Monitors glowed a faint green, their data streams pulsing with equations I couldn’t read.
But something familiar stood out...
F.E.V. STRAIN FGF-1006C
"I knew you were working on something. But to tamper with the Forced Evolutionary Virus!?"
Dr. Holt stood behind the glass wall, framed by the soft green of a monitor screen.
Her repurposed Vault-Tec coat hung open at the bottom, clinging to her slight frame like it resented being worn by something so fragile.
She looked… terrified.
Not of us.
Of what she was about to do.
"Don’t shoot," she said, her voice trembling but steady enough. "Please—just listen."
I held up a hand to Klein, signaling him to lower his rifle.
The poor guy looked like he could faint on the spot.
Darrow hovered to the Overseer's terminal, tapping into the Vault's old interface.
"You’ve seen what’s out there," Sabrina said, voice muffled slightly by the reinforced glass. “The mutations, the diseases, the starvation… even the Brotherhood can’t stop all of it. Not forever.”
"You’ve been using technology from the old world," I growled. "Dangerous research, unethical experiments!"
"Uhm, Regina." Darrow tried to get my attention, his face was pale, as if he saw something in the Overseer's terminal that was never meant to be discovered. "this Vault... It was designed to-"
“I was trying to help,” she said, her voice cracking. “I ran the simulations. I double... Triple checked my equations! I just—I just need more time.”
She stepped back into the center of the chamber. A hissing sound filled the air. Overhead lights flickered on—dim and green—and illuminated something massive behind her.
Her hand lingered over a switch. Tubes slithered behind her like serpents from the vat, glinting with fluid.
"My solution was supposed to be clinical, clean," she murmured. "But your arrival accelerated everything. I am confident that I can prove it works to you. That we can adapt!"
“Sabrina, whatever you're thinking, don’t-” Darrow warned, but she had already thrown the switch.
The hiss of gas flooded the chamber where she stood.
Thick, green, radioactive mist poured from the ceiling vents.
FSSSHHHHHH....
SNAP SNAP SNAP!
"Aaaahhh~"
Intravenous lines slithered and snapped into her body—her spine, arms, thighs—as liquid FEV pumped into her bloodstream.
Sabrina jerked in place, hands twitching, lips parting in a mix of a gasp and a stifled cry.
I stepped forward.
"She’s—she’s pumping it into herself!"
I raised my power-fist.
"Don’t!" Darrow shouted, grabbing my arm. "You break that glass, that gas leaks in here—we’ll all mutate!"
Inside the chamber, Sabrina’s cries sharpened.
"ah-AaaaaughhhHHHHH"
Her shoulders spasmed.
Her thin frame buckled forward, her knees touching the floor.
Her small, pale arms suddenly bulged—muscle surging along her biceps in violent pulses.
Veins writhed under her skin, thick and emerald. Her eyes went wide.
"N-no… this… this isn't right," she stammered.
Her voice cracked as her back arched, ribs expanding visibly under her coat.
“C-corrections… I need to stabilize the cell responses to... Adrenaline…”
SHRIIIIIP!!!
Her legs jerked, calves ballooning with new density.
Her thighs thickened violently, splitting the seams of her trousers.
Flesh surged down her frame like molten strength poured into a mold too fragile to hold it.
"Ahhh~!!!"
She moaned—high at first, then deeper, guttural.
Her breasts began to swell, bouncing subtly at first, then surging larger with every labored breath.
Ping! Pang! Pong!
Buttons snapped loose from her coat and clattered against the glass as the swell strained her bra to the brink.
“Oh no—no, no—not there, I didn’t map for—nnghh!”
She clutched at herself, fingers sinking into the growing softness of her breasts just before the bra snapped apart, the straps whipped from her skin by their sheer mass.
Her skin was turning green from absorbing all the radiation and FEV.
One arm twitched again—and exploded in muscle, more than the other.
Huge, knotted biceps bulged like living granite, nearly dragging her sideways as her frame struggled to keep up.
One thigh surged next, matching the grotesque beauty of her overgrown chest.
Her hip twisted—then grew, rounding outward, her ass swelling up, stretching tight and muscular beneath the rags of what used to be her pants.
RIIIIIPP!
“Stop watching me!”
She screamed, her voice deepening to a monstrous timbre.
She slammed a fist into the reinforced chamber wall.
KRIKkkk...
The glass held, but spider-webbed with fractures. Her chest heaved as her body thickened all at once—abs popping and carving into a cobbled wall of muscle across her stomach.
Her spine cracked upward as she grew taller, and taller, until her head scraped the top of the containment cell.
BANG!
“Ow... Grrr, YOU! You did this,”
She roared, her voice growing more primitive.
“You—forced me to rush my treatment…”
Her hands balled into fists.
I stepped back and spread my arms wide to protect my team.
"Hah... HAHAHA"
Then she laughed—a deep, moaning sound of both triumph and madness.
She flexed—arms, chest, thighs, everything—and the entire room shuddered.
She turned, grabbing a steel lab table bolted into the floor and began ripping it free.
KREeeeeeak...
PING! PLONK! PING!
The bolts tore off as she lifted it over her head and tossed it like paper into a wall.
BLAM!
It crushed a terminal and stuck itself in a large dent on the metal wall.
“She’s regressing!” Darrow screamed. “The FEV is affecting her higher brain function—she’s losing herself!”
“I—FEEL—GOOD, GRAAAGH!!!”
BLAM!
Sabrina bellowed, her green skin now glowing faintly as she slammed her fists into the floor, cratering it.
She continued to thrash. Punching the walls. Smashing monitors. Ripping injection tubes from her own flesh as her body swelled even more. The FEV IV tubes tore from her flesh, blood and FEV mist spilling in plumes.
Her body surged again.
Her hips widened, her thighs bloated with inhuman mass, and her breasts, now the size of water tanks, bounced with every step she took in the enclosed chamber.
“Scribe, do something! She’s still growing!” Klein yelled.
Sabrina moaned deeply, head lolling back as her body bucked upward, the ceiling above her cracking, concrete dust raining down.
She had to kneel, breasts pressing to the ground, hips spreading too wide to move freely.
“Can’t… stoop anymore…”
She growled, her words slurring.
“Too… big…”
Darrow screamed, “I'm in the system, trying to vent the gas! Rerouting pumps—”
I noticed that Sabrina, or what was left of her, is now pushing against the cracked glass in front of us. The heavy steel walls around her chamber were now bending outward towards us.
“Drop it, we're too late!” I roared, grabbing the two of them in each arm. “We’re leaving. Now.”
I sprinted out of the room while carrying the two men as if they were helpless children under my arms.
KRASH!!!
Behind us, the glass chamber exploded.
Sabrina's massive, sensual, hulked-out body forced its way out of the lab—crawling after us on all fours like a feral god-beast.
Her breasts dragged under her, hips grinding through doorframes too small for her now.
"PUNY BROTHERHOOD... SABRINA'S TOYS!"
She reached for us, fingers nearly the size of my arm. We were nearly caught, until I used the last of my thrusters to propel us forward.
Her fingers dug into the steel floor, the claws of a goddess—unstoppable, furious, hungry for more.
The walls shook behind us—booming, rhythmic, like distant thunder coming closer. Not footsteps. Impacts.
Heavy ones.
“RUUUNNN…”
Her voice rolled through the corridor like a storm. Low, rich, primal.
I didn't know if she was taunting us or pleading with us using the last of her sanity.
I glanced over my shoulder—and immediately regretted it.
She was there, or whatever was left of her, dragging her now colossal, mutated body through the crumbling halls.
Her shoulders scraped both walls, and her breasts—enormous, bouncing with each crawl—dragged and tore the floor apart with their weight.
Veins like roots pulsed beneath green skin that shimmered with sweat and FEV vapor.
Her eyes, bright glowing green, locked onto me with hunger.
Her hips crunched through doorways, too wide to fit. Her breasts dragged through hallways, ripping pipes and wires loose.
She wasn't running. She didn't need to.
She was devouring the space between us.
“You're mine now…”
She growled, licking her lips.
The hallway twisted ahead, half-lit, filled with flickering red warning lights as we barreled deeper into the ruins of Vault 93.
Warning! Warning! FEV Vats Compro-
"Regina, watch out! Shes absorbing even more FEV as she's smashing through the place!" Cried Darrow.
"I NOTICED!"
I turned a corner—just as she punched through the wall, her massive arm bursting out of the concrete like a wrecking ball, slamming into the hallway just feet behind us.
BLAM!
Debris rained around us. A chunk of floor gave way under my foot, but I pushed myself to run faster before we dropped.
“I can smell you,”
She crooned.
“That armor… all that steel… mmm, it’s cute. Tiny.”
Then—she stopped. Not by choice.
Wedged between the corridor walls.
Her body still growing, muscle and flesh pressing outward, filling the space like a force of nature that the world couldn’t contain.
"Grr.. GRR!!! SABRINA... STUCK!?"
We ran and didn't look back.
We ducked under a half-collapsed bulkhead—too low for her. I could hear her huffing, growling, her breasts smashing into the corridor edges, squishing between the narrow gaps as she tried to push through.
The vault shook behind us, walls collapsing.
Sabrina howled, part rage, part ecstasy, her voice reverberating through the entire Wasteland like a goddess being born.
“Too… tight…”
She moaned, half-laughing.
“Too big for this little world…”
She shoved forward with a guttural growl—metal screamed as her hips caught, wedging hard into the narrow junction.
Her massive ass cheeks, thick and muscular, flexed as she pushed, and the entire vault shook.
I turned and saw her stuck. Her arms clawed forward, dragging her torso, but her breasts ballooned across the floor, consuming the space.
“Come back here, little girl,”
She grinned.
“Let me hold you…”
She moaned as another wave of growth surged through her—muscles thickening, curves inflating, until the corridor cracked with the pressure.
She pushed.
The ceiling buckled.
I didn’t wait to see if she’d break through.
We ducked into an elevator shaft and stared up at the emergency ladder.
"Hold on tight, you two!"
"Yes, ma'am!" Klein responded while Darrow just held onto my power armor's pauldrons.
I pushed myself to climb as fast as my armor servos could allow me.
Below, her laughter turned into a snarl.
“I’ll find you…”
She growled.
“Sabrina crawl through every floor… Me pull the whole vault apart…”
The shaft rumbled.
BLAM!
Her arm punched through the side of the tunnel like a battering ram, searching.
I climbed faster.
We reached the escape hatch and ran to the Vault's exit just as the corridor behind us collapsed entirely.
A final, echoing roar followed us up into the shattered remnants of Vault 93’s upper levels, and then—sunlight.
We burst out into the open, gasping, coughing.
"Hahhh, that... That was too close!" Klein collapsed on the floor lying on the dry ground as if it was the best bed he could be on right now.
"Great work, girl." Darrow mused, as he patted my armor's back. "I doubt even a behemoth like Sabrina would survive getting an entire vault crushing her!"
We stood at the edge of the shattered Vault 93 entrance, breath shallow, air thick with dust and tension.
The ruins of the pre-war city surrounded us—rusted, skeletal remains of a world long dead. The quiet after our escape was unnatural though.
Heavy.
Too heavy.
Boom...
Then came the first tremor.
thm-thm-thm
Like a heartbeat in the soil.
Klein’s stood up as his geiger counter shrieked.
"Regina, radiation's spiking hard!" he yelled, slamming his pack open and hurling two Rad-X injectors.
Darrow caught one midair. They both jammed them into their necks in sync, gritting their teeth as the meds kicked in.
BOOM...
I widened my stance, servos in my armor groaning to reinforce against the shaking.
The ground split open at our feet—thin cracks first, then deep ruptures, snaking out in all directions.
"I-impossible... No way, she's... coming up!" Darrow whispered.
A deep, slow voice echoed beneath us. Muffled at first—like thunder under the sea.
"Sabrina am still growing..."
The sound was everywhere, vibrating through the ground, the air, our bones. Her voice wasn’t spoken. It was felt.
Klein shot a flare into the sky, its brilliant red arc screaming upward.
“Vertibird on standby! Emergency evac!” he barked into his radio, voice trembling.
But it was already too late.
BOOM!
The earth convulsed.
Concrete split, pavement buckled. The massive circular Vault door, long since blown open and lying collapsed, now shuddered violently as something below pushed against it.
A mound rose innfront of the vault—then another—as if the land itself was swelling.
Then I realized.
They weren’t mounds.
They were breasts.
Sabrina’s.
Her massive green chest surged upward, tearing through layers of reinforced earth and broken rebar.
Her nipples, engorged and hard, scraped against the concrete, lifting the ground.
Thick steel cables coiled around her like vines—wound tight across her curves from the depths of the vault.
But nothing could hold her.
The concrete shivered—then exploded outward as her arms followed, her biceps tearing through stone, ripping open the crust of the earth like paper.
Then came her shoulders, broad and obscene, covered in sweat and dust, pushing upward as her body forced its way through the crust of Appalachia.
And then—her head.
Her upper body burst through the collapsed vault door, shards of reinforced steel sliding off her massive, rippling back.
Her eyes opened.
Green fire. Radiating. Focused. Hungry.
"RAAAARRRGHHHHH~!!"
It was not the howl of a mutant.
It was not the voice of a woman.
It was the bellow of a goddess ascending.
“SABRINA AM STILL NOT DONE!!”
She screamed, the words echoing across miles.
The Wasteland responded.
From the hills, Deathclaws screamed and fled, tails tucked.
Raiders dropped their weapons and vanished into the forest.
Even Super Mutants—those twisted kin of hers—cowered, dropping to their knees as her bulk continued to rise from the womb of the broken Vault.
Sabrina laughed.
Triumphant. Wicked. Beautiful.
“SABRINA TOLDS YOU,”
She growled.
“SABRINA TOLDS YOU WE NEEDED BECOME SOMETHING MORE.”
But then—her laugh stuttered. She squirmed slightly.
She… stopped.
“...What—?”
Her eyes looked down.
She was stuck.
Her hips—gargantuan, wide as towers—were jammed beneath the surface. Her breasts had grown too large, flattening outward and burying the pipes and crushed concrete beneath them.
Cables wrapped around her ribs. Pipes tangled around her thighs, slicing into the soft green flesh, stretching tighter as she shifted.
Her smile turned to a scowl.
Her body trembled.
“GRRR, ME WILL NOT BE HELD BACK!”
And with that, her growth surged again—violent, unchecked.
Her breasts swelled, pressing outward until the pipes bent and snapped like twigs. The cables tore with whipping sounds, flinging off into the air.
Her thighs thickened, her muscles quaking, and her entire torso swelled upward, causing the Vault’s remnants to erupt into dust.
BOOM.
Her arms smashed outward, hurling boulders and steel as she clawed her way free. Her voice returned—deeper now, almost feral.
“WATCH—WITNESS—FEAR...”
The very ground groaned beneath her.
We couldn’t run. We could barely stand.
So I braced, planting my power-armored boots as Klein and Darrow held onto me, clutching anything stable.
Behind us, the Goddess of the Wasteland rose further—breaking free of her prison with a moan that turned into a scream.
And the sky above us filled with smoke, dust, and the shape of a woman who would not be stopped.
She reached out, curled her hand around an old pre-war skyscraper, and with zero effort, ripped it down, toppling it in a cyclone of glass and steel.
"She’s unstoppable," Darrow choked.
“The Elder needs to know. Klein, we need evac. Now!” I snapped.
Klein hit the beacon, barking into his comm. “Vertibird Echo-Two, emergency evac! Where are you? We have visual on target—she’s outgrown the Vault! She’s mobile, she's—she’s everywhere!”
From the horizon, the familiar chop of rotor blades cut through the dust cloud.
The Vertibird swung in low.
We sprinted through the collapsing ruins, ducking falling debris and the distant thuds of Sabrina’s rampage.
She turned her colossal head. Her glowing green eyes locked onto us.
“RUNNING? LITTLE TOYS CAN’T HIDE FOREVER.”
The ground behind us exploded. We scrambled up the skeleton of a partially collapsed high-rise, grabbing rusted rebar and broken beams to get higher.
Klein laid suppressing fire with his rifle—in a futile attempt to deal any damage.
Her skin was so thick that even high caliber rounds simply fell off as soon as they made impact.
The Vertibird hovered above.
“GO!” I shouted. “Climb—NOW!”
Darrow reached the ramp first, pulling Klein up behind him. I grabbed onto the rail and heaved myself in, just as Sabrina came into view again—closer, bigger.
Her breasts swayed against gravity and smashed between the buildings, leveling them just by brushing their sides. Her thighs crushed old world structures in her path like sandcastles.
"WASTELAND... SABRINA PLAYGROUND!"
The pilot was taken aback by the sight before her. Never has anything this massive appear in any of the records of the Elders, yet here we are to witness it.
"Hey!" Snapped Darrow at the pilot, "Are you stupid? Get us out of here, now, before she gets any bigger and crushes us without even knowing!"
Klein was already feeding the Minigun as I stood behind it.
“Target acquired!” I roared, and squeezed the trigger as soon as we took off.
Hundreds of 5mm rounds spat from the Minigun, tracer fire lighting up the ruined skyline. Bullets struck her—raked her face, her chest, her arms.
A normal barrage would have taken out a horde of raging Super Mutants - of muscle and meat.
But to my fear...
They did nothing against the monster before us. It was as if she was beyond mere flesh and blood.
The behemoth raised an arm and swatted the air, as if brushing away flies.
"PUNY GUNS... TICKLE... LIKE KISSES!"
However, I failed to notice what her other hand was doing.
She effortlessly picked a car up from the street, and threw it right at us as if it were just a rock!
BOOM!
It struck the Vertibird's left wing.
"What!? NO!"
The car exploded into a blaze of nuclear fire and ripped through the rotors.
Flames burst across the side. The entire aircraft lurched, spiraling into a tailspin.
“SHIT! We’re going down!” Darrow screamed.
I held tight. I could see the ground rushing towards us.
I managed to pick Klein up and jump off the falling aircraft.
Darrow and the pilot were left inside, however, as the Vertibird blew up into a blaze of fire and steel.
"Regina..." Klein spoke, looking down at the ground, "are we, done for?"
I said nothing as I simply looked up. And up. And even higher than that.
And above us loomed Sabrina. The new apex predator of the Wasteland.
This world is not ready to fight such a monster. Yet here she is now.
She stepped forward.
Her colossal foot rose, and with a triumphant laugh, she brought it down.
