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The lone wanderer stared down at the mask that lay in his hands, he had just been given it as a "reward" for helping out some traders with a "raider problem", and was one of many oddities that particular group of traders had come across. Looking into the mask he had a surge of recognition, this was the mask that sick monster Braun had tried to make him wear in order to kill everyone in Tranquillity Lane. The lone wanderer sighed as the reason he had been poking around Tranquillity Lane came rushing back, he had been looking for his father now 10 years deceased, he looked around the bleak surroundings and decided to head back to Old Olney (which was now free of death claws and a thriving town surrounded by green courtesy of Oasis).
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Several Days Later
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The Wanderer arrived at his Old Olney home, without pausing to speak to a waiting Bryan Wilks, he barged inside and locked the door behind him. He sat down in one of the armchairs, and lay the mask on the table next to it, he poured himself a measure of whiskey and stared into the masks fake smile and black eyes, he shuddered just a little, it was almost as if he was being watched and catalogued by the mask.
A Few Bottles of Whiskey Later
The Fabled wanderer was now at his weakest and most frequently seen state, he was plastered. He was staring at the mask still when a supposedly "fun" idea passed through his head "Why don't I try on the mask" said his intoxicated brain, he being in the submissive state he was in decided to do just that and slipped the mask onto his head covering his face. At first the mask was tight but he noted it was now getting loser by the second, he also could swear the room was getting bigger. He sighed and presumed it was the drink, and headed upstairs to bed.
The Next Morning
The lone wanderer groaned, "Where the fuck was he?" he appeared to be in some kind of shack..... filled with Nuka Cola merchandise. God this was Girdershade wasn't it... the insane lady's house, he Paused to think of her name when he noticed something. There was evidence of a struggle and blood everywhere, he slowly pulled himself off the floor and looked around the trail of blood led to a corner, where he found the bodies of Sierra and Ralph Laren, He yelled out.
Several Hours Later
The lone wanderer was tired, he had dug graves for Sierra and Ralph and had given them last rights, everything had seemed a Lot harder that normal, and he noticed his voice seemed higher, he figured it must be the drink having adverse effects on himself, not that he had a hangover which was unusual, before setting out back to Old Olney, he decided to take a look in the mirror and straighten himself up, he wandered over to the mirror and looked at himself, instead of the 29 year old Alcoholic, brown haired blue eyed man staring back at him he found himself Face to Face with a child, around 11 years old, with platinum blonde hair and green eyes staring back at him, the lone wanderer, promptly fainted.
A/N. Hey Guys, What Do You Think? I Haven't Seen Another Story Like This So I'm Pretty Chuffed, But Can You Help Me Think Up A Name For The Wanderer, I'm Stumped
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