(It's not going to be lore accurate, sorry. But to help, I changed it to Vault 114)

Just my luck. Ever since Hue died, I was supposed to be transferred to vault 69. But no. I get to stay in this hell-hole. Carl Myers thought to himself. Depressed by so many things. Carl stood. He looked around his "dorm". Ten square feet of plywood, right beside the science laboratory too, how he hated to listen to "OH MY GOD" every 5 minutes, "DID YOU SEE THAT?" Every hour and "Maybe next time." Every day. This has to be the worst vault in the world. He was about to retire for the night when the "door" opened.

In came the Head Administrator, "Doctor Carl Myers?"

"Yes"

"You are being transferred." Carl's heart flue. Yes, it might not be Vault 69, but it can't be worse than this place. This place gets a gas leak every other week, it's small, and poorly put together, the only vault worse than this is-

"Vault 114." No. Carl's heart sank. A thousand arrows seemed to pierce it. He literally fell to his knees, ready to cry.

"What?"

"You are being transferred. To Vault 114"

"Why? Only the worst of the worst go there. What did I do?"

"Well for starters you haven't been to your station in two weeks. You haven't emptied the radiation tanks, and you left the Vault Door unlocked. When your on patrol or in the lab, you have to pay attention to these small details Now Carl your a good-" From that point on the Administrator's words fell on deaf ears. Carl couldn't believe it. That vault has to be the poorest made. He thought to himself. No guards, the Moderators are dead, the Admin is with the thugs. It's constantly under attack and to top it all off-

"Carl. Are you hearing me?" The Administrator looked at Carl with anger and disappointment. "You will be the slop-drudge there." Carl felt even worse. "You need to go, the transporter is leaving in five minutes, and if your not on it...Let's just say, it won't be pretty." Carl nodded. It's not fair. Carll's head sank with shame, he slowly headed towards the Vault Door. "Oh and Carl." the Administrator called. Carl looked back. "If you fail there. It's over."
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Well that's the first chapter, the second will be uploaded on this thread in a day or so, by Friday atleast. Please give feedback so I know I'm not wasting my time. Updated may or may not be few or far between. I am working on an RP over in TES FF and a MW Mod, and my own video game. My hands are full. But an update should never surpass two weeks, at VERY MAXIMUM, usually no longer than a day or so.

Check your facts before writing a story:

My bad. Never really read FO lore. I only did 214 because of 2=B 1=A 4=D. Other than that, how was it?

It's just a story don't be a Lore hog

Should I add the other chapter?

I think you should add another chapter. It may not be as accurate as many readers want, but it is enjoyable.

Carl continued down the hall to Vault Door. I thought these things weren't supposed to open. Carl shook his head.

"They're not." Carl Jumped. What the hell? Who said that? Carl turned around. No one there. He shrugged. Must have been my imagination.

Carl got into the back of the transporter. No one else.

"Where ya heddin'?" The driver asked?

"Vault 114." The driver made a grimace.

"Damn, boy? Whad* ya do to go there?"

"I'm not sure myself." Carl said. He closed his eyes, and put his head back. It's going to be one long ride. No one spoke for at least an hour. The silence was awkward. Even for Carl. Finally, the driver spoke.

"You got a name, son?"

"Carl. Carl Myers."

"Whad you do for a living back there at Vault 46?"

"I was a scientist. A physicist actually. But on Wednesdays I'd fill in for Eugine and go on guard patrol outside the Vault. A secret door, was how I got there."

"Ah ok." The driver coughed. He noticed Carl's wrist. No Pip-Boy. "So where's that Pippy thing?" Carl sighed.

"We don't do that here."

"Well, ok then." No one spoke for the rest of the ride. Huh. He must be from Vault 101.

At about 9:00 that night they arrived. Carl took his pathetic suitcase and stepped out of the van. He sighed as he looked up the trail to Vault 114. Appropriately nicknamed "Satin's Fun House."


*Whad - Pronounced wuhd, slang for "what did"

Sorry for the short length of this chapter. The next one will be about 2-3 times longer than the first.

Entertaining, keep it up.

Carl started walking up the trail.

"HEY!" the driver called. Carl looked back. "What about my pay?" Carl scoffed. Carl kept on walking up the trail. The driver screaming at him the whole time. "200 CAPS! YOU HEAR ME?!" When Carl was about half way up the trail he slammed down his suitcase.

"I'm sure the Overseer will pay you." Carl got a chill. He hated having the Head Administrator being called Overseer. Though, he sometimes called it either.

Carl entered the Vault. Not as in bad shape as I thought... but then again, stories were often exaggerated. Carl just stood there for several moments. Now that I think about it...This is in perfect condition.

"Myers, correct?" Carl blinked he hadn't seen the Overseer come up to him.

"Yeah."

"We've been expecting you. It is good to have you here."

"Why? I must have been pretty bad to come here." The Overseer looked shocked.

"No, you must have been pretty good...Despite the rumors, this place is for the best people. You should be proud."

"And proud I shall be." Carl jumped. Did I say that? Indeed, Carl had no intention of responding. Carl Didn't act surprised though, he thought that he best act normal. The Overseer just smiled.

"Indeed. Now, since you have the honor to be here, you may also, if you wish, have the honor to call me by name, Frank."

"I was told I'd be -." What was I told I'd be? What was I before this? What was my last Vault? Thousands of questions raced through Carl's mind...Before everything went black...

He awoke in the perfect dormitory...


In know it's not as long as I said, but I thought I should leave it at that, to build suspense. Please comment!

a very good, keep it up. im trying to write my own, but i rubbish at writing. il try to be better than this, but it will be difficult

Thanks and good luck!

Back to the story

"Ugh." Carl said, getting up from his bed. "I have one hell of a headache."

"Stimpack?" a cheerful, but yet awkward voice said. Carl didn't see him, he had to look down, the ginger-headed man was only about 5'2".

"No," Carl said "No it's not that bad."

"Well I'm glad your ok, you hit the floor pretty hard...My name's Edward, by the way."

"How long was I out?" Carl asked.

"About two weeks. You had everyone worried sick. Don't worry though, no one had to expor-" He stopped quickly as if he shouldn't have said anything.

"What? Exported? What do you mean?"

"Wuh, no I didn't say anything."

"But-" It was too late, Edward dashed out of the room. The overseer, Frank, happened to see.

"Edward, come her." Edward got a look of horror on his face. "Come. Come Edward." Edward slowly and fearfully went forward.

"Do I have to."

"You know the rules." Edward went through a door which Frank then locked. Carl just looked.

"What just happened?"

"He is...Being told the error of his ways." Frank then turned around and walked off as if nothing happened.
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I'll add the rest to this later tonight.

lore gives the writing a place an texture. Go see the TES lore forum, those people are lore nuts.

Update tomorrow. !

awesome, this is shaping up to be a great story, please read my RP, Vault -7 and maybe join if you like it, im just an amateur so you don't HAVE to like it, can't wait till tomorrow!

looking good so far

This is dead dude.