Just because I'm bored, and I haven't written anything in a year or so, I decided to make a fanfic of my current favorite game.. I dunno if I should put a character sheet, but for reference's sake, I will. And just so you know, midden is another word for dump, or wastes... Get it?



Now that that's out of the way, let's get started shall we?


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"Yooowwwl, it's your man, Three Dog, hitting the radio waves once again, kiddies!" The radio blared loudly, with the voice of the ever famous, Three Dog, host of GNR broadcasting. With a soft click, he suddenly was off.

A gentle sigh, and a plop came, as a girl donning a Pip-Boy 3000A sank knees first into the dusty, barren grounds of the Wasteland. Beside her, was a fresh kill, a Giant Radscorpion, with its stolen poison glands in her hand, and her trusty Ripper she jokingly named Jill in the other. "I can't stand him and his nonsense... Come on, boy, let's head back to Rivet City."

It was another hot day, full of exhausting chores for the Wastelander to do. She was on business, doing some work for the Cantellis at A Quick Fix in Rivet City. The Wastelander hated most of her jobs: collect this, kill that, go and nearly get yourself mutilated for this cause. It was disastrous, tiresome work, and it would almost get her killed 9 times out of 10, but it made her caps: caps which bought her home, and kept food on her table and spruced up clothing on her back. Not to mention, it kept her trusty dog, Dogmeat (don't ask about the name), healthy and happy.

"This is the last time that I'm ever going to do this again, I swear... I had better get more than 150 caps for this." The Wastelander huffed and mumbled, coming to her feet again, dust rising around her. The wind was starting to pick up. She flipped her hood over her head, and promptly stashed the acquired glands into her bag. Dogmeat happily barked, and nudged her forward, pressing his head into the back of her knee. "Alright, alright, boy, I know you need your walk, let's go."

It's been a year and a half since she was asked to pursue her father's dream of continuing Project Purity for the Wasteland, but she never took it into consideration. She gave the Modified FEV to Elder Lyons of the Brotherhood of Steel, it would be in more trustful hands she guessed, and continued on her duties; helping those who need it, fending off the remaining Enclave members. But, the thought of letting her mother, and more importantly her father down, haunted her though. She thought constantly on returning. But she didn't.

Since then, she's never went in the direction of the Jefferson Memorial.

She cracked open a bottle of purified water, took a swig for herself, and let Dogmeat have a bit, waterfalling it over his muzzle some. What good has the Wastes done for me, she questioned herself. It's because of the Wastes my father is dead. This place is full of nothing but traitors and con artists. They don't deserve clean water... Or a second chance. But she knew this wasn't true. She has saved others as well, those deserving of another chance at the damned life they had... They all had damned lives.

The Wastelander, and her companion, soon entered the ruins of the city, nearing the metal metro staircase, leading to the bridge of the battleship civilization, Rivet City. She pressed the button of the intercom, "Hello, I'm returning here on errand for Cindy Cantelli."

The city guard responded, "Of course, just a moment." Soon, with the squealing of rusted metal moving, the city bridge swung over, connecting the small metro center to the battleship.

A walk and few moments later, the Wastelander and Dogmeat were in the marketplace. The humdrum hustle and bustle was slow, and sluggish, hopeless of any change outside of this metal city. But faithful smiles greeted the two, including the smile of Cindy's.

"Hey Bree, I hope it wasn't too bad. I had hope you'd come back in one piece." Cindy joked, as Bree came over to her vendor. "Did you get the glands I asked for?"

"Yes, I did, and then some." The Wastelander, Bree, placed her bag down onto the store counter, removing a few huge glands, soaking in their own poisonous juices. "Just what in the hell are you going to use these for anyway? These almost burned a new hole in my bag..."

"It's a wart removal gel I'm working on," Cindy happily replied. "You can try some when I'm done developing it. But in the meanwhile, here's your 150 caps." She poured out a jar-full of Nuka-Cola bottle caps. Some were bent, some were flatten for more convenient carry, but they were all valuable.

"Uh, about that, Cindy..." Bree started, "Dogmeat got a really good sting of that stuff when he fended off the thing while I reloaded... Do you think I could get just a bit extra for his recovery? 250 caps should do it."

Cindy made an unsure groan, but she agreed. "Alright, but you had better come back and spend some of those caps here when you can!" She took out another container full of caps, and counted them out. "250, there you are. Thanks again, Bree."

"Don't mention it. It's just what I do." She swept the caps into her bag, and started to make her way to the clinic. She still thought about the Project. It always lingered in the back of her mind.


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Tell me what you think. Should I continue? o.o

This is very good, one of the better FanFics I've read on this forum. I like the way you write, and you should definitely continue. Next time, though, end your post with a bit of a cliffhanger. :tops:

Thanks much! I didn't want to end off so suddenly. XD But thanks! I'll continue as soon as I get some more comments. >_<;

Alright, let me write some more before I get lazy. XD Enjoy people.


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The radio was blaring once again on the Wastelander Bree's Pip-Boy 3000, on GNR. The Ink Spots were playing their song, 'Maybe.'

"I'm glad that idiot decided to shut up for once, and play some music..." Bree mumbled to herself, turning the dial to raise the volume. She hummed the soft melody of the song, her thoughts drifting away with the pleasant song. Her feet gracefully swept up the dust, as she twirled this way and that around Dogmeat, her companion tilting his head at her. She stopped, and smiled sheepishly. "Sorry.. Got a bit carried away there. Come on, let's get back to Megaton and get something to eat, huh boy?"

Dogmeat agreed, with a happy pant and tongue wagging in every direction. Bree kneeled down, and gave her dearest friend a nice ruffle of the fur. But gunshots were heard off into the distance. Bree turned her head to the West, just as alert as Dogmeat was. He growled under his breath.

"Shh, bad boy. Quiet. Stay here, and don't follow me. I'll be right back." Bree uttered, and Dogmeat responded with a whine, but she held his muzzle closed, pressing a finger to her lips. She swiftly, almost without a sound, slipped behind a few rocks, activating a Stealth Boy to keep from being detected.

"Search the entire area, she has to be here somewhere! The client wants her head on a silver platter, and [censored] it, I'll make sure he gets it with a garnish of mint on the side! Find that [censored]!" A Talon Company mercenary hollered at his underlings, as they looked around, frantic. She evaded them over and over in the past, with their tiny troupes of 3 after her, but this time it was different. A good handful of them were in the area, maybe about 15 of them, looking for her.

Just the reason why they don't deserve water, Bree sneered. I do what I can to save this godforsaken place, and my head is hunted for? Water my ass. She turned back quickly, and recollected Dogmeat. "Come on boy, we have to move, and fast." She ran, still kneeled over, into the other direction. She wasn't about to die now, not until she decided what she wanted to do. Despite all of this, does this place deserve a new chance at life...? The thought raced over and over in her head during her escape.

She made it to Megaton hours later, after taking one hell of a detour and a swim through radiated waters. She dug around in her bag, and popped a few pills of RadAway. She made sure to drop a few into Dogmeat's food bowl as well, crushing it in with his meat medley. "Make sure you eat all of this, boy, I don't want you having any radiation poison... You're too good to die that way."

'I don't want to set the world, on fire...' The Ink Spots filled the house she owned with a softly ominous echo, counteracting with her thoughts of giving the world water. Perhaps... Perhaps I should just do that instead. Set it all ablaze to hell. Although, this is already hell to some... Bree shook those evil thoughts out of her head, "No, I can't do that. It's not what Dad would have wanted."

Dogmeat looked up at her, questioning her. Wadsworth, her robot butler, floated up the stairs, "What was that, madam, did you call me?"

"N-no, sorry, Wadsworth. Just talking out loud." She smiled, and returned to thinking. Besides, she continued, If it weren't for me, I'm sure the world would have already done that. Bree reached over her desk, and touched the Power Helmet she received from the Lyons' Pride. She never wore it yet, but it seemed to be a bit damage from transit. "Well, I could do a bit of tinkering, since I've nothing else to do..." She raised from her seat, and went down the stairs, and out into the town.

It was dusk, but the sky was dirty with dust, so you could never see the brilliant colors of the sun settling for sleep. Dejected, Bree was about it, but she forgot about it, going on to The Craterside Supply.

Moira Brown, the town's repairwoman and local kook, had already locked up for the night. With a painfully annoyed sigh, Bree crouched down, and removed a bobby pin from her hair, and her trusty screwdriver from her shirt. "I'll do this only once... I'll lose my mind if I don't have anything to do for the night."

The lock squeaked, turned and refused to be picked, but Bree persisted. Within a few minutes, the lock gave way. The door creaked open with a push, and Bree was in.

Woah woah woah. I'm lost. The first part ended with her going into the clinic, and this started outside. I'm confused. XD

Sorry, it was missing a whole other part from when I accidentally pressed enter. ^^;

She was done with the clinic, and then was making her way back to Megaton. ^^;

I'll second Abrown's opinion on this. Pretty good. I like the fact that you included Dogmeat in this.

Oh, and welcome to the forums! I'd offer you a fishy stick, but I can't find the link, and I'm too lazy to search for it.

Quite a pleasant little read. I enjoyed the casual tone you took with the story; it wasn't overly wordy, and it was easily approachable. That being said, I think that a few of the scenes could have used a bit more detail, such as the sporadic jumps between scenes. Nevertheless, these are relatively minor issues.

One thing that I feel I must point out, however: From a writing standpoint, you should never, ever reveal your characters through a character sheet. Use descriptions in the story to describe how they look, and include details about the character into the narrative. Character sheets are for roleplays, so other people can quickly reference your character's information. For a story, however, they're something to be avoided.

Anyway, good work on the story thus far. Keep it up.

I felt it was needed, to make the character sheet, more for me, so I won't forget exactly how I want to portray her as, I didn't include anything seriously vital to the story. The character sheet is more also of a outline so people won't just be utterly confused as to who the hell is the main character. (Also it saves me time in doing a whole paragraph describing her, I usually do that, but I was lazy this time, haha.)

As for the scene jumps, I didn't want to be OVERLY detailed, telling EVERYTHING that she does. She only went to the clinic to get fixed up, and then back home. It's my way of doing a WAIT period, or such. Fast forward. :3 But, if and when I do that, I will try to shine a little light on what she did if I can.

But thank you everyone, for the comments. :3

After reading through the story a little bit, I noticed some continuation errors/inconsistencies, please ignore those, and I'll fix them when I can. Thank you!

EDIT: They've been edited!

And now, we continue with our story.


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The Wastelander Bree slipped in carefully, making sure to close the door behind her, to prevent anyone else getting the same idea as her. "I know I'm probably going to hear about this in the morning, but she'll get it all back in caps anyway... From my damn pocket." She went on about her mumbling as she sneaked to the inventory. She slipped a hand of hers into her shirt, and out came a keyring, loaded with many keys she "received" over her time in the Wastes. They jingled a bit too loud for Bree's tastes, and she clenched them tightly to her. Pale blue-grey sights looked up, "Please don't get up, please don't get up..." She secretly prayed to whatever god there was left.

Nothing, and no one moved. She gave a deep, relieved sigh.

"Who's there?!" A loud clatter came from above, and with a flick, Bree activated another Stealth Boy. She quickly unlocked the inventory locker, and took out the first metal helmet she saw, and dashed out. "I can see you, whoever you are!" Moira's mercenary turned store guard came down the stairs, sending shots from his gun to the door. But Bree was already gone, and headed towards her own house in the shadows.

She opened the door, and slipped in, closing it behind her. Dogmeat joyously came to her, barking in greeting. "Shh! Dogmeat, hush, they'll hear you. Be a good boy and I'll give you an extra slab of that Brahmin meat you like so much..." Almost instantly, Dogmeat shushed, skittering over to his dog bowl. Bree smiled. She settled the metal helmet down onto a shelf with a loud clunk, and did as she promised.

The Brahmin steak wasn't that fresh, and it had a terrible scent of old hay and battery acid, but that's just how Dogmeat enjoyed it. "Ugh, you should do love your radioactive treats, huh boy?" Bree settled down into her seat next to the shelves, watching her faithful companion snack away at the meat. "But then again, there's nothing else better... Except..." She spoke to herself.

With that, she got up, and headed over to the fridge. Inside, it was packed full with many foods she's found on her adventures: Dandy Boy Apples, Fancy Lad Cakes, Sugar Bombs (which she was saving for a rainy day or when she needed to sell them when money was low), and many other sugary and savory treats for the two of them. But, in the secret crisper compartment, there was something she'd been saving.

When Dr. Li and her team stormed off from the science lab in Rivet City to restart Project Purity, she left behind a lot of things, such as those fresh fruits and vegetables. Bree didn't know how they were made, and really, she didn't care. She didn't think twice about taking them when she returned, and she also went through everything else they left behind. It was all for grabs if they didn't take it with them.

Bree took up the fresh carrot from the compartment, and examined it. It was absolutely fresh, it smelled like a carrot, had the natural texture of a carrot. As far as she was concerned, it WAS a carrot. She took the butter knife from the kitchen shelf, and cut it into smalls coins, dumping them into Dogmeat's bowl.

Dogmeat looked up, a small 'aroo?' could be heard from his muzzle.

"It's for your eyes, boy... I don't want you going blind... You can't afford going blind in a place like this." Bree kneeled down, and ruffled her friend's fur again, smiling into those warm, but mismatched eyes. Dogmeat's breath, panting into her face, nearly made her faint though. She rose, waving the stink out of her face, "Oh, good god almighty. You're cute, but you stink! But, it's tolerable. Just as long as you don't try to kiss me." She joked, and headed upstairs, sweeping up the metal helmet.

Upstairs, in the privacy of her bedroom, the Wastelander tinkered away, fixing what she could of the glorious Brotherhood of Steel helmet. Why do I bother keeping this nice and clean? I don't want to wear it. The thoughts echoed in the quiet room. Wadsworth was deactivated for the night, and Dogmeat had fallen asleep, so she was the only one awake in the house. I'm not one of them. I won't be one of them... I have my own problems to deal with, nevermind their problems.

I don't need to save the world. A sullen look came over her features, before a hand went through her desk drawers, finding the Revelation 2:16 verse.

"I am the Alpha, and the Omega, the beginning and the end. I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely." She recited to herself. She placed the small verse down, next to the helmet, and leaned back into her seat, staring at the ceiling.

Or do I? She sighed. "That's enough of being an introvert," She said to herself, and rose out of the seat. Among the many, many teddy bears, below was her bed. She plopped herself onto the many teddies. She slipped off into a quiet, but somewhat alert doze, her thoughts stirring around in her slumber.

Hello all, I've decided to stop writing since there are two other stories that I'd like to continue on, and this was just to see if I could really at LEAST start a one-shot based on Fallout 3.

Thanks for the opinions.

Il miss this story... hope there are more to come.