World of Pain
A/N: Hey! This is my first piece of writing. It's a story about my favorite game, Adventure Time and Fallout! I'll be using real weapons and ammunitions in it, but some enemies from Fallout will appear. This story is mainly realism and will contain swearing and gore as we discover the deepest darkest secrets of and the 27 vaults that still remain in use. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Fallout.
Chapter 1: Welcome To Vault 237
A youth of seventeen was lying in bed, attempting to get some sleep. His name was Victor. Victor Albert Stokesson the forth. He marveled at the length of his name when he was a boy, precariously counting out each and every number. Victor sat up in bed, un able to sleep. The book he was currently obsessing over was instantly picked up. As he read through the pages of the poetic beauty of Hamlet, he placed his bookmark in and headed to the bathroom. This was it. The night he had been waiting for. As he entered the dull gloom of the gray bathroom, he pulled on his Vault 237 jumpsuit and looked himself over. He was pale, as where most people in the vault, with black hair and deep brown eyes. Tonight, he reminded himself, was the night that he'll get out of this hell hole.
Victor exited the bathroom and into his bedroom he retrieved his old, olive green backpack and looked inside. He had five cans of baked beans, a can of pineapple slices, a can of Spam, 6 water bottles and… a revolver. The revolver had been retrieved by Victor when he was only ten. He was curious where the air vent went, he found a screw driver and crawled into the musty old pipe. Within the first few feet he saw it, the chrome exterior glinting in the light. It was a Smith and Wesson .44 magnum revolver. It had a large box of ammo next to it and that contained 60 .44 rounds. Instead of being a good Vault Dweller and turning it in, the devious boy kept it. He silently ran through the plan: Step 1: Sneak into the Armory and get a bigger gun and more ammo. Step 2: Run the fuck out of this place!
"What are you doing?" a voice said from the door way.
Victor quickly dropped the gun into the bag and spun around. It was Alana, his girlfriend.
"I cannot get any sleep," Victor responded.
"Did you know I've been watching you for the past fifteen minutes?" she said coldly.
"No, I didn't," he replied, feeling stupid.
"I am coming with you, whether you like it or not," she said.
Victor sighed, looking into her emerald eyes, and knew the day was hers.
"Get your-"
"Done and done. I've already sacked the Armory, and the rifles were locked up tight. We can leave this place now, if you'd like?" Alana said, cutting Victor off. He was speechless. With a quick nod, The pair raced down the gray hall. To freedom.
A\N: I hope you guys like it! I'm leaving Victor and Alana's reasoning to leave the vault and their pasts for later chapters. Please review if you want this thing to continue. As always, don't get eaten by a super mutant! See Ya'll Later!