*This is just a side story of my story Adventures in Skyrim whenever the Skyrim players are not in Skyrim and go to Fallout on their free time. If you haven't read that, check that out. Warning: This story contains strong violence, strong foul language, lemons and may contain disturbing scenes that is not suitable for readers under 18 or older or readers who are not comfortable in mature scenes. This is your first and final warning. I don't own Fallout or any of the Authors OCS they belong to their rightful owners. I only own myself and my OCS.*

Chapter 1

(Dante's pov)

It's been weeks since me and my friends have been living in the virtual world...a virtual world where we could never age...and never die...let me pick up to speed of what happened. I installed a Skyrim mod that could transport you into the virtual world and was greeted by a man called the Game Master. He created a mod that allowed us the players to go in Skyrim as our own characters. It was admittedly fun...tense and was thrilling. I met familiar faces like my two friends Rachael and Mizuki Miramoto and new faces like Carter Miles. But today...things were getting more interesting...My name is Dante Vera...and this is my story of a new adventure...

It was about two hours later in the virtual world and the Skyrim players were going to an unusual portal...I asked the Game Master about it and he said...

"They're going to the Fallout universe. They got bored of the waiting of me doing some patches in my mod in case a Bethesda bug occurs. Don't worry. No harm will happen to your Skyrim character. He will behave like a well behaved NPC and won't do anything stupid like harming innocents for now reason."

"How long do you think the patches will take?"

"Weeks. Months. Who knows? Bethesda always do a lousy job fixing their bugs so it could take a long time for me to patch the game."

"Will I be looking like my Fallout character or will I look like myself?" I asked.

"You will be looking like yourself however...unlike how in Skyrim how you automatically carry the knowledge from your character, my colleague, Alyssa, will test you and will determine what kind of knowledge she will administer in your mind. I hear she has some sort of serum that can enhance regeneration like the Wolverine and can halt your current age but you'll have to get more details out of her."

"Okay...what test would that be?"

"The G.O.A.T." He said as he sat down on a rock.

"Really?" I asked him as I crossed my arms.

"Really. It's how she mostly determines what kind of survivor you are going to be in the wasteland."

"I see...well...wish me luck then..."

"Be careful. The Fallout universe is more brutal than being in the Elder scrolls universe so it's best you get in a well known group that can help you survive...though if you ever go to Fallout 4, I suggest the Minutemen. You like helping innocent lives in Fallout 3 and New Vegas and I think the Minutemen is the good faction for you. However...you seem to kind of guy who wants to help runaway synths too since I observed your progress on helping Harkness on Fallout 3 so I guess the Railroad seems like your best to join."

"Wait...you don't know what Fallout game we are heading?" I looked at the Game Master confused.

"No. Alyssa likes keeping secrets from me and likes to surprise me as a result...just expect the unexpected from her."

"Got it..."

So I went through the unusual portal and found myself in a area full of white...as I heard a woman's voice echoing in the distance.

"Ah...so glad to see new faces here. You must be Dante the Game Master told me about. Nice to see ya. I'm Alyssa. As much as I want to meet you face to face but I'm extremely busy keeping things in check on the game. You know...bugs and NPCS going Aggro for no reason...that kind of stuff. Now...before we start the test..."

A green screen appears showing the vault boy with my name over the vault boy near the S.P.E.C.I.A.L stats right in front of me...seems the stats are all on default average...figures...

"I want you to add some points on your stats so that it can give you some good boosts for your main skills. You know the drill. I'm giving you five points to add in your stats. You can reset the whole stats to 1 and make up stats of your own. Once you're done, we'll begin the G.O.A.T."

Hmmmm...I can put the stats of my Fallout 3 character of Intelligence 8 and his charisma was 7...but then there's the stats of my Fallout new Vegas character with the stats of 8 on charisma and 7 on endurance...so many things to decide is that it's so hard to pick the stats I want to add the most.

"Question. Will I still be adding a point on stats the more I progress?" I asked.

"Of course! Wouldn't be a Fallout game if I didn't allow you to do that." She chirped.

Okay. That's what I like to hear...so I put all the stats to one as I put my strength on 2, perception on 2 endurance on 5, Charisma on 7, Intelligence on 7, Agility on 4 and luck on 1. I touched finished as the screen starts to vanish.

"A charmer and smart...Interesting Stats you picked. Now hold still...this may sting a bit."

A white laser zapped me for a bit as I felt a change in my body. My body feels tough no doubt and I'm a little more built than usual, my vision hasn't changed and for some reason...my mind feels like it's getting smarter by the minute.

"How do you feel?" Alyssa asks me with concern.

"Despite being zapped I feel okay."

"Good. The laser I zapped you with is a modifier that can improve your body and mind. The process is sometimes painful but it can pass. Now...let's begin the G.O.A.T."

She materializes a desk and chair in front of me that has a paper and pencil on the desk...how cliche...I sat down on the chair as...Vault tech radio(the radio music you would hear all the times in Fallout 3.) was being played to set the mood. As I looked at the paper...yeah...same questions from Fallout 3...but at least

"These questions will determine what kind of skills you mostly like to do most. If you are not satisfied with the results, let me know and I'll change them for you. Reminder: you can still put points on your skills with the Pip-Boy so don't worry. Oh yeah! I almost forgot about that. The Pip-Boy will admister knowledge in your mind of that skill say for example: you have 40 points on guns and you put 10 points on it. The Pip-Boy will physically and mentally improve on that type of skill. It can do the same thing with your stats as well. You will still have perks from the Pip-Boy and that is very rewarding for the hard work. Okay enough jibber jabber. Starting the test...now."

If you have played Fallout 3, then you probably have a sense of where this is going at. I don't rush on these kinds of thing so I took my time on it and finished it after 3 or 4 minutes. The paper vanishes as I heard Alyssa humming a bit.

"Looks like the diner's going to get a new Fry Cook. I'll just say this once: hold the mustard, extra pickles. Ha ha ha...Just a little Fallout 3 humor...so...are you satisfied with the results?" She chuckled.

A screen popped up in front me showing my Barter, Speech and Melee are 30. It's a start...

"Yeah. This will do." I nod.

"Great! Take this Pip-Boy. Don't lose it." She said as a Pip-Boy materializes on my arm.

The screen vanishes as a serum appears on my hand.

"One last thing. The syringe on your hand is a useful substance. Once you inject it in yourself, you have enhanced regeneration and will never age. Just be careful if you get hit by energy weapons. It slows down the regeneration if you get hit too many times with energy weapons."

"Is the serum going to give me any side effects?"

"Sharp. Yeah...minor side effects. Once you inject you'll feel drowsy and you will pass out. Once you wake up, you're going to have a minor headache and dizziness. They will pass."

"You guys make the strangest things when it comes to mods..." I sighed.

"Well when you're part of the mod community, you can expect some crazy creative things."

"Touchè."

"I'll be sure you are in a safe location where no one can find you however I'm going to send one of the players to get you if someone say the Institute try to get you. Before I forget...no player killing. Me and the Game Master has installed a program to prevent players killing each other. So...you ready?"

"Yeah...wish me luck." I sighed.

I inject the syringe in my arm as I start to feel...drowsy...and passed out...what happens next...is up to faith...

*And there...All set. This story will be on hold until I get the final results on the 14th of September of a poll on which Fallout game do you want to see on the story. Here are the results so far:

Fallout 4: 3

Fallout New Vegas: 0

Fallout 3: 0

I'll be waiting for your votes on the polls and wait for the final results. Til then...this story will be halted. This is Yorkmanic88 signing off. Peace.

Update: thanks to Fudgemuppet's channel to determine what build my character should be and changed this chapter a bit.*