For some reason my laptop decided to be an ass. I'll have the next chapter for Visiting Ikebukuro up soon.
I own nothing.
Prologue
Sometimes when he's lying in bed he would wonder what the sun would look like. Would it have a smiley face like the pictures drawn on the wall? Would it be a bright yellow or orange like said pictures? Or would it be a dull coloring with a frowning face? Maybe it's not frowning; maybe it just has a pissed look.
"A rather interesting observation, son," his father would probably say to him if he told him. But then he will also tell him not to "ponder" on it or ask anyone in the vault about it. Damn Overseer. But he can't help himself; there are old text books lying about on the world outside the vault. Even the terminals have quite a few info. But of course, any info on the outside world is to be obtained by the Overseer. Again, damn Overseer. When he's not thinking about the outside, he's thinking on how to reassign the old goat.
He loves living in the vault, though. He just…wants more. But what 'more'? He doesn't even know what he wants or expects. The outside is probably radioactive, anyway. Even with that said, he feels caged inside. He wants to explore, meet new people. He's tired of seeing old faces, and the only new faces he'll see would be the future generation. He doesn't want to have kids. Eventually, yes, but not in here; not in the vault. Never the vault.
His anxiety keeps getting worse. He doesn't know why, and neither does his father. The Overseer allows him to take mentats, but even those are starting to fail. Something obviously wants out, and he first thought it was him wanting to leave, wanting 'more'.
It wouldn't be until he does leave the vault that he knows why.
Negativity will be forever ignored.