It's Halloween in the Capital Wasteland and we're all out of treats. Looks like it's time for us to play some silly little tricks instead! But first, we need a victim...
So... who is getting a live grenade in their pocket?
Alphonse Almodovar
Colonel Augustus Autumn
Mr. Burke
Dr. Madison Li
Colin Moriarity
Nathan Vargas
Roy Phillips
Sierra Petrovita
Sticky
Allistair Tenpenny
Wally Mack
There's someone else in the Capital Wasteland that I have in mind! (tell me)
➼ Word Count » 1.5k
➼ Warnings » Descriptions of violence
➼ Genre » Romantic
➼ A/N » I honestly forgot how this quest went, but I feel like I got the gist of it down. Also ignore how mega rushed this reads as 😭
"You sure you wanna do this, smoothskin? It might not exactly give you the reputation you're looking for."
"I'm sure." You said, holstering your pistol in the slot on your waist.
You might not have been a ghoul, but Tenpenny ticked you off more than you could ever describe. You'd been itching to aim your barrel straight at his head for a while now. Just watching him plead for his life before you took that final shot filled you with adrenaline. You knew it'd feel good watching him drop, and the ghouls you were infiltrating his tower with felt the same.
"Well then, you know what the plan is."
You nodded. Briefly searching his eyes for anything else he might've wanted to say before leaving the metro area and marching toward the tower.
"Come on! You recognize me! Let me in!" You called out to the security guard as you rang the buzzer.
"Alright! Alright! Give me a second.."
It didn't take long before the rusty gates squeaked open, and you were allowed inside the expensive sanctuary.
The plan was for you to go straight to the back of the building to unlock the heavy metal doors keeping them and the ferals separated from the rest. But with all the guards and residents around, you knew it'd look suspicious. So you, instead, opted to make an appearance inside to try and alleviate any wandering eyes that might catch on to what you were planning.
It was as polished as you remembered. The golden glow of the chandelier illuminated everything in the lobby as you wandered straight into it. Well, tried to, at least.
"Thought you said you weren't coming back." Gustavo's voice echoed over the light chatter that filled the room. "What changed?"
"It's hard to return back to the waste after witnessing a place so clean." You smiled sweetly - or as sweetly as you could manage.
Gustavo had been on to you the second you entered the grand tower, and rightfully so. His suspicions about you plotting with the "dirty folk" were correct. He just couldn't ever find enough proof to get you kicked.
He hummed doubtfully, not buying anything you told him, "Don't let me keep you, then."
You watched the guard out of the corner of your eye, awaiting the moment he finally got you out of his line of sight, but he never did. Instead, he seemed to be making sure you were where he could spot you, not trusting the quickness of your return.
You walked up the stairs quickly, praying you'd lose him soon so that you could let the others into the building and get on with the plan. You didn't want them to think you flaked on them last minute, and you weren't sure how long it'd been since you left.
"Oh, dear. They let you back in, did they?" You turned to see Lydia fanning herself on the side couches of the upstairs lobby. "Did you're friends finally turn feral?"
"Something like that." You clenched your teeth, wanting to end the conversation as fast as possible so you could get back on track.
"Hmm, poor you. I'd hate to remind you, but we did tell you so."
She might've had something more to say, but you didn't let her finish as you continued walking down one corridor after the other, biding your time for that perfect escape. Then you'd unlock the sewer doors for the mob of ferals the others hoarded up.
After a moment of trekking aimlessly, you made your way back down the glossy stairs in the most inconspicuous manner you could manage. Gliding swiftly toward the back, bobby pins in hand for the stunt you planned on pulling.
You left the building and made a beeline for the back sewer doors. It took you a minute of jimmying the copper around before the doors flung open and the ferals pooled out from the formerly restricted doors.
Roy was one of the first, moving to shield you with his body as the mindless fiends began sprinting toward the bright lights flooding out from the tower windows.
His body blocked you from their view, his toned and scarred arms trapping you against the concrete wall that surrounded the settlement. You'd almost consider it to be romantic if it weren't for the circumstances.
He only let up once they had all run inside, showing a bit of hesitance to leave the close proximity between the two of you.
"You should wait here until the place is cleared. I'd hate to have one of the ferals grab you." He said, his flesh-ridden arms falling toward his gun as he continued to stare down at you, your back still firmly planted on the wall.
"We won't have to worry about that," You began, rummaging through your bag before bringing out your ghoul mask, "I brought this."
Roy only huffed, half amused half exasperated. He gestured for you to follow and you quickly threw the ugly face on top of your own, before trugging excitedly behind him.
Walking past the front doors and into the same lobby you had previously entered a few moments ago was a shock, to say the least. The once clean floors were stained red with blood, and the bright, bougie atmosphere was reduced to nothing but a warzone.
Bullets and limbs flew in every direction as the residents shot, and the ghouls tore them apart. They weren't any match with how little armor they carried on them, and the battle was very quickly won.
The once spotless ballroom was diminished down to piles of corpses and blood-stained floors.
You almost felt bad, especially, for the ones who hadn't been rude to you at all. But your thoughts quickly dissipated when you remembered that the job wasn't yet done.
"Only one man left." Micheal rasped, gesturing toward the elevator leading straight to Tennypenny's suite. You doubted he heard the violence being committed in the lower levels, too enamored in his own pride to care much for the community. That and the fact that he was so much higher up than the ground floors.
"Shouldn't take too many of us to finish him. C'mon, kid, you can come handle him with me." Roy ordered, already starting for the gleaming platform.
You rushed after him, taking off your mask and pulling out your gun in anticipation of the guards that would be awaiting you at the top.
The ride up felt longer than it should've been. The slowness killed you, and the faint music that played within the metal box made you feel all the more anxious to pull the trigger of your gun.
You've only been up here once, and even then, you didn't have enough time to get a good look at how many guards there were or what to expect. It might've been a mistake to only bring the two of you up to the top of the suite, but you feared it was far too late to regret your decisions now.
The reverberating 'ding' of the elevator woke you from your thoughts as you followed the ghoul off. You were careful to be quiet as two of Allister's guards came into view.
Roy was quick to attack, shooting them both with clean precision before standing straight up.
"Well, this is it." He spoke, "How're you feeling?"
"Fine, I guess." You responded, "It's hard to believe that this place was so easy to infiltrate."
He let out an amused huff, bringing his arm around to pat you on the back in a friendly manner, before holding the door to Tenpenny's garden open for you.
It almost felt ironic that something that required so much attention and work was kept by Tenpenny.
It didn't take long for Roy to push the final door open with a creak, allowing you to step out first onto the balcony.
"Hello, Mr. Tenpenny." You greeted, pulling your gun out of your holster as you neared where he sat, watching the landscape play out below him.
"Hmm, so you're back." He spoke, not bothering to turn back and look at you. "I knew you'd come to your senses eventually, my dear. This place is hard to resist, I'm sure."
"It really is." You didn't waste any time and shot one clean bullet straight through Allister's skull.
Roy's hand came up heavily atop your shoulder, catching your attention as you spun to face him.
His faded blue eyes gazed into your own, just staring for a moment before he leaned down and slowly pulled you in closer, roughly kissing you as his blood-covered hands smeared the side of your cheek in the sticky liquid.
"C'mon, kid, stay here with the rest of us ghouls." He muttered, his hand forcing your face up to look at him, "We could clear out the corpses and fix it up however you like. What do ya say?”
"Ok..." You spoke breathlessly, gripping his arms as you did, "I'll... stay."
A small smile ghosted his torn lips as the two of you made your way back toward the elevator. Where you'd go back downstairs to the lobby to finish clearing out the bodies of the original residents. Then the four of you could finally figure out what you wanted to do to the place, and how you wanted to advertise it.
