Title: Right Thing To Do
Fandom: Fallout 3
Characters: Fem!Lone Wanderer, Vault 112 Inhabitants
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Unless I was made of awesome I am never gonna own this.
Summary: All that information. And yet here she stood. In the body of a little kid trying to weigh her options.
A.N. - Based on a set of drabble prompts from my friend that I am dead set on doing.
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Activating that failsafe was a lot harder than it needed to be.
After all those tries and failures she finally put in the correct code by listening to that little girl in the playground whistle. It had been a bit of a long shot but it worked. And the terminal morphed out of the wall. That shocked her but she shook it off. She had to find her father and get out of this place, and she couldn't do that by standing there, taking in the scenery.
She read all the information concerning the "Chinese Invasion Simulation?" About how it turned off the failsafe on the inhabitants of Vault 112, rendering them vulnerable to the attack. How Braun would not die because of safety protocols installed precisely for him. She even read on how he had other kinds of simulations "A ski lodge? Seriously?" and how he commissioned the failsafe from none other than General Constantine Chase "Doesn't he have a fort named after him?" himself.
All that information. And yet here she stood. In the body of a little kid trying to weigh her options.
She could do what that little girl had told her to do. Betty. That was her name. Make some kid named Timmy cry. Couldn't be too hard. Or push that button that was right in front of her. Condemn all these people except whoever the hell Braun was, crazy asshole, to die.
"But…it's murder…" she whispered to herself. And it was. There was no doubt about that. But she would be freeing these people from their torment. If Braun's entries were anything to go by he would just keep killing them for his own amusement forever.
Staring at the computer in front of her she sighed. Reached out with skinny limbs.
Pressed the button.