Just my Luck
I always thought there was potential in a very good game novelization where the main character isn't a superhero or pathetic. Fallout 3 was a very good game but they did leave some possible chances of drama and storytelling. Please note there will be violence, gore, drug-references and use, swearing and sexual scenes (no real dirty bits). It will likely take me forever to complete this and if you bear with me, I might give you an air cookie. (Not a real one, do you think I'm made of money?) Btw I tried to stay close to the game but I forgot some dialogue.
Chapter 1: Birthday Surprise!
"Surprise!" shouted the crowd.
"God damn, my eyes!" yelled Noel, as the diner lights flashed bright.
"Noel, watch you're language" said his father, disapprovingly as several of the crowd laughed.
"Happy Birthday!" said the crowd once they calmed down. This brought the whole reason Noel was wearing a stupid party hat to light, it was his tenth birthday!
"Alright, a surprise party!" he said excitedly. His father stepped forward. "Happy birthday son, I'm so proud, already 10 years old, if only you're mother were-"he was cut off by some pretentious old fruitcake.
The Overseer
"Congratulations, young man, I don't have to tell you how special this day is." He said in his pompous tone, "Here in vault 101, when you turn 10 you're old enough to take on your first official vault responsibility, and, here you are, a Pipboy-3000."
"Wow," exclaimed Noel, "how does it work?" he looked up at the overseer.
"..You'll get your first work assignment tomorrow." The overseer walked away.
Jerk
"Well son I'll let you get to your party, I'm sure there are lots of people waiting to wish you a happy birthday," said his father. He walked over to the bar to sneak a quick whiskey.
Amata walked up to him. "Happy birthday, we really surprised you didn't we?" she said, These chicks love me, he thought, except Amata tended to be a lot more competitive than the others, and that was really annoying.
But she did get me
"Yeah alright you got me," he admitted. She had that smile on her face, "say it," she said. "No," complained Noel. "Say it," she said. "No," said Noel, firmer. "Say it," she said.
God damn it
"Fine, I'm your bitch." He said at last.
"Yeah you are, now, another one, guess what I got you."
Oh hell no
"I'm not saying it again; just tell me," He said. Amata frowned, "Alright, Grognak the barbarian issue 4, I found it in a big pile of my dad's old stuff, weird isn't it? How-"
"-yeah yeah thanks a billion," he said.
"You're welcome, now you better start mingling with all your guests." Said Amata.
Noel straightened his hair and approached Old Lady Palmer.
"Thank you for coming to my party Mrs. Palmer," he said in his good boy voice, she looked at him, and, naturally, she saw right through it.
"Oh please, there's no need to give me the act, I'm not one of the security," she said, "but nevertheless, happy birthday, I'm sure you want your present."
Man if she were a hundred years younger and I were a hundred years older...
"Yes ma'am,"
"Such a well mannered young man, at least when you're fathers here, well here you go, I know you like my sweet rolls, so here you go, and that's just for you, you don't have to share it, not even to all the little girls around here."
"Thank you,"
"Why I remember when you're father got here, I helped him change you and everything, it was so sad for him losing your mother, but even back then you were a little rascal, sneaking out of your playpen, throwing your toys around the room and ripping up those awful vault 'SPECIAL' books," she laughed. "This place seemed a lot more crowded back then though,"
"What did you mean "when my pap got here?" enquired Noel.
"Oh nothing just my rambling, go have fun now," she dismissed him.
Suddenly some clunky British robot started making an announcement, "Attention everybody it's time to cut the cake,"
Aw crap
"Andy no!" shouted Amata, but the stupid pile of junk decided to lower its whirling blade of 10 ruined birthdays in a row onto Noel's cake.
Splat! Noel ducked just in time
Good news was it got the overseer right in the face; bad news was no cake to celebrate with.
"I am mortified," it said.
Noel stood there a little annoyed, until some jerk turned him around.
"I'm hungry and that stupid robot destroyed the cake," Butch DeLoria said, "Give me that sweet roll old Lady Palmer gave you,"
"Go soak your head Butch, you're not getting nothing."
"Oh yeah, well I'll teach you to mess with me,"
"Mess with you?" But Butch swung and made contact right on Noel's jaw. Noel stepped back as cries of outrage filled the room, Noel immediately hit back, swinging with all the might a ten year old had, he struck Butch on the nose, sending him crashing to the floor. Blood was pouring from his nose.
"Stop it, stop it!" roared officer Gomez, but the fight was over as Butch lay on the ground crying.
Officer Gomez looked at him, "That was a hell of a punch, kid," He returned to his seat.
He heard a half chuckle behind him and turned to see his father
"Good to see you're standing up for yourself, Nu-nu," said his dad, referring to him as his old pet name. "but try to reframe from leaving them bleeding, at least not in public."
The intercom began to sound; his father got up and walked over to it as Amata approached Noel.
"Wow, you just broke his nose!" she said in amazement.
"It's his fault he tried to steal my sweet roll,"
"Guess he really is a butthead, at least you can always count on Butch to make an ass of himself,"
They both laughed, Noel somewhat half-heartedly, his father returned.
"That was Jonas on the intercom," informed Dad, "He and I have been cooking up a little surprise, you should go see him down on the reactor level. Go on no one will notice if you slip out for a few minutes."
"Sure thing pap," said Noel.
Down on the resistor level, Noel caught eyes on Jonas studying the machines, Jonas came over.
"You, shouldn't be down here, young man, the reactor level is off limits."
"Nice try, Dad already told me,"
"Haha, ah you're getting too old to trick now, if you want to wait for your Dad, I'm sure he'll want to give you your present."
Noel turned around; his father's presents always meant the most to him. They weren't always huge presents, but he still loved it. When he turned 5 his father gave him a nuka-cola truck, which he still had in his room to this day.
His father walked in. "Well son here you are, I figure if you're old enough to work, you're old enough for this, your own BB gun."
"No way, this is awesome,"
"Jonas and I found it down here, it took a while for us to get it to work, and it's a good thing Butch 'misplaced' that switchblade of his. Want to try it out Nu-nu?"
"What, here?" enquired Noel, "And it's Noel,"
"No, if we fire a gun in here, the overseer will be on us like stink on manure. C'mon we found a place."
His father walked through a door behind him.
"You can come down here and shoot whenever you like,"
"This place is awesome, thanks Dad."
"No thanks, necessary, now go on try it out, and don't forget to thank Jonas,"
"Sure, later,"
Noel aimed down the sight, it was a little off, something to be fixed, he fired at the first target, miss, it was pulling to the left, so he aimed a little to the left, hit.
"Good job, keep going,"
He aimed again, hit the one on the left and the one on the right.
"Look out it's a radroach, think you can get it?"
"No sweat,"
"Good, it's important to learn to fend for yourself, after all, I won't always be here to look after you."
Noel aimed again, he breathed and every thing slowed down, it was as if only he and the radroach existed alone, he focused on it's disgusting, little head.
SPLAT
Noel lowered his gun and examined his kill.
"Excellent," said his Father, " Jonas, get a picture of me and the big game hunter,"
He put his arm around Noel, Noel was very comfortable there, his father was always working, researching stuff Noel was never allowed to see, helping all the ungrateful jerks in the vault, his Birthdays were the most he ever got to spend time with him. He wouldn't know what to do if his father ever left him, and he prayed he would never have to find out...