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the red

The hollow hallway rang with shuffling footfalls, the rubber bottoms of Thomas' boots grating against dirt covered concrete. It broke the silence that otherwise heard nothing but the dripping of moisture from somewhere in the distance, toward where he entered the underground tunnel.

Labored breaths made his chest heave, searing pain radiating through his small figure as he stumbled through the last turn, pushing open the blue door with a smear of red across its front. He'd been gone two weeks, running an errand for Des. A courser had ventured too far out here, chasing those we'd freed... and though it now lay dead, the plasma from its rifle left holes in Thomas.

They festered for days, the skin unable to close around metal joints, turning pink and angry around the edges. Infection had so easily set in, as the last of his Stimpaks were turned over to the Synths he'd left behind in their safehouse. They need them more than me. They're safe now, that's what matters.

Thomas saw no one within the living space just beyond the door, the hour half-past decent with the quiet of night set in. He knew they'd be asleep, and he tried to stay silent, but the last of his stamina left him and he collapsed, falling into the chair half tucked beneath their rickety dining table.

Shit.

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are you... drunk?

Thomas could feel it. The leather of his boots rubbed raw against the side of his left ankle, the skin sloughing off in layers. It stung as he walked, almost clumsily with exhaustion. He'd gone for a visit to Goodneighbor, spending almost two weeks with the mayor and running a few... errands. He hated to leave, he really did, but he knew there was perhaps at least one waiting for his return. Annie.

So as the sun sank low, bleeding red against a mournful sky, he evaded the last of her traps and trudged his way up the rickety steps of her porch. It was eerily quiet for a moment, and Thomas paused, peering to the right, and the left before he nudged the door open.

At first it was terror, the limp form of his friend sprawled sending him crashing through the rest of the way into her small home. But then he saw her move, the hollow sound of a glass bottle rolling along the uneven boards igniting a sly grin to coil over his lips.

"Oh, Annie... what is this?"

#subtlexsynth #writing #[ oh lawdy drunk annie is gonna be FUNNY ]

❖

Thomas could see the worry written across her face, etched deep in lines that glistened with drying perspiration. “Hey…” He murmured, setting aside his rifle with a clatter, the weapon falling over sending a tin can rolling down toward the subway tracks.

“No more ghouls left to get ya in here.” He started, hooking an arm gently around her neck and tugging her over for a lingering kiss just atop her head.

“And besides… they only wanna gnaw on me.”

#subtlexsynth #annie #meme

flashback

Lily hunkered close over the rusted desk that served as her workstation, jury-rigged soldering iron in one hand and a slightly singed circuit board in the other. The lamp on her desk, shaded with bits of scrap, lit the bottom of her face, lower lip held gently between her teeth. Cid knew, just by watching her for so long, she was replacing a fried transistor with the sort of delicacy he could only dream of having.Cid waited until she’d finished the delicate work and eased a little, leaning back in the shack’s darkness, before knocking gently with his knuckle on the door frame. She turned, a big smile growing across her face, and set the iron down on a piece of scrap steel.“Hey, Cid! I’ve almost got this working right again - it’s gonna be great! I’ve worked out the timing issues and I think this one’s gonna work! I guess you won’t have to be huntin’ for gas for much longer, huh?”Cid smiled and walked over, kneeling next to her chair. Even though she wasn’t in the shop, she still had a smudge of engine grease on her jaw - he reached up and wiped at it with his thumb. He should have known by now, for all the times he tried to clean her up, that he’d only succeed at smudging it around and making a bigger mess.“Hey, Sunshine,” he said, smiling gently back at her, “It’s time for me to get going. We need some supplies.”Lily put on a fake pout, blue eyes getting that sad look they always did when it was time for him to go, preempting the loneliness; “Will you bring me back some Nuka-Cola if you can?”

“Of course. And you know what, I got a tip that there’s some good salvage off the path in a few places. It’s all been picked over, but looks like these are a bit hidden. I’ll be taking my gear with me and see if I can’t bring you a present or two.” Cid brushed a bit of blonde hair out of her eyes.“Yeah, see if you can find that last part for the Countess, would you? Gonna be a week out there, right?” Lily’s smile brightened again and she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around Cid in a tight hug.“Yeah, Lil’,” Cid extracted himself from the embrace after a moment and stood, adjusting the strap of his rucksack on his shoulder, “I’ll be back in a week Hold down the fort, okay?”“Yeah, we’re on it!” she replied with a giggle, turning back to her circuit board and picking up her soldering iron once again, “I’ll have this thing up and running by the time you get back!”Cid turned and wandered from the darkened room and shook his head. If she could pull it off - and if anyone could, she was the one - it’d be a bit of a miracle. Then again, lugging a couple gallons of gasoline home every week was starting to take its toll. He looked forward to seeing it when he got home.

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◎ Ever go fought a Deathclaw before?

“No...? I don’t have the ... I’m not strong enough. That would be like fighting a suit of power armor.”

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◎ Ever used Raiders for target practice?

“No. Never. I’m, um, not much of a shot...and...I like to avoid raiders.”

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time for an adventure

The buzzing of some overly large insect covered up the muffled steps of Thomas' boots. He crept with a trained percision, weaving his way through scattered, broken tree limbs and windswept debris. The game was always the same; Thomas would see how close he could get to Annie before she noticed, and each time it was closer and closer.

It was dark. That inky blackness that swallowed the radiated woods whole. Her cabin stood like a tiny beacon, only a short ways ahead. He could just make out the outline of her shape, backed by the flickering, almost living glow of a candle flame. Only part of her was visible through a grimy window, the softness of her hair lit up like a halo. The usual stupid, almost childish grin swept over his features, the corners of Thomas' eyes crinkling as he hopped over the final trap.

Anniecakes is going to be so proud of what I found.

Softly, Thomas let out a familiar whistle. Three short notes that he always used to let her know he was nearby. And when the light changed with her movement toward the door, he abandoned his crouch, standing and prying the mask he wore off just to tuck it beneath his arm.

His grin grew a little more lopsided, startingly white teeth glinting in the low lighting the door cracked open.

"Heyyyy Anniecakes, what's shakin'?"

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