The man jumped back, avoiding the high tech sledgehammer. He swung his flaming blade at the large monster three times before getting stunned by the large weapon.
"Dammit, time to use it," he said, switching weapons to his stronger Shocksword and swinging it. The monster was stunned for a second, but it was enough time for the man to sheathe his blade and equip his Scoped .44 Magnum. "VATS!" he says, stopping time, and allowing him to choose which body part he wanted to shoot. He selected the head and pulled the trigger 4 times, then activated it. Four magnum rounds then left the revolver, slamming into the head of the enemy, killing it. He breathed in and out, before stopping, saving and pausing the game.
"Well, that was fun," he said, before looking at the screen. His Fallout 3 character stood there, with the game paused.
He looked at himself in the mirror to the left of the TV. His dark brown hair was a mess, loose and unstraightened. He felt tired, but was not on the verge of passing out. He stretched a bit before heading downstairs, being as quiet as possible. Once he reached the first floor, he headed to the fridge, getting a bottle of water. He started drinking as he looked around for the time. It read 1:45 Am.
'Jesus, that game just sucks you right in and doesn't let go. Well, that's Bethesda games for ya, it's par for the course,' he thought, before grabbing another water bottle and heading upstairs, back to his room. When he got there, he noticed something off. He didn't know what it was, but he felt it in the air so to say. He looked around and grabbed his phone, and looking at it. The phone showed the time, and the date, but it was glitching a bit. 'What in the hell?' he thought before taking the phone out of the case and holding his hand. He recoiled as it burned at the touch. It fell onto his bed. He had a knacking feeling to look at the TV, so he did. He stepped back, surprised by what he saw. The TV screen was slightly filled with static.
"What the hell!?" he said, forgetting the fact that he should be quiet.
"Hel-o, -an yo- -ear m-?" a female voice asked, asking through the static.
"Who is this?" the male asked, looking around.
"Oh good you can hear me. Listen, are you Chris?" the voice questioned, the static clearing up.
"How do you know my name? Who are you?" the now named Chris asked again.
"Oh, my apologies. I am Histoire. I need your help" the voice told Chris.
"Histoire? Wait, why do you need my help?" he asked.
"We are in grave danger and you are the only one that can help us. Please, I will tell you more if you accept." Histoire explained.
"Wait, who's 'we' and 'us'?" Chris asked, looking slightly puzzled.
"I will tell you once you accept, do you?" the disembodied voice asked. He thought about it for a while. "Please."
"Sigh, what do you need me to do?" he asked.
"Thank you! Now, all you need to do is place your hand on your gaming console. I will take care of the rest." The said, a hint of hope in her voice.
"Like this?" he said, putting his hand on his Xbox, Fallout 3 still playing.
"Good, now this might hurt," Histoire told him.
"Wait, what might hur-?" He asked before being cut off by electricity zapping him. "Ow! Dammit that hurts!" He gritted through his teeth. He looked down at himself.
The normal view of electricity, whether it would be a yellow, or a lightning white or whatever, wasn't there. In place of it was a purplish bolts. The burn then became a sharp pain in his head. He held his hand with his free hand, while his other was seemingly glued to the Xbox.
"Yes, it's working! Look, I know it hurts, but you need to remain calm. You might want to fall asleep, or have the feeling of passing out. Let it happen and you should be here. Please, when you g-t h-e, he-d f-e Pl-pt-e. Oh n-, w-e bre-ng u-!" Histoire told the dazed Chris as static filled in the gaps. "P-se hur-!" Her voice was cut off.
"Hello? Histoire?!" He asked, looking around. His environment seemed to be changing, but he couldn't tell if it was real, or from the shocking. His eyes felt heavy, as his grip on consensus was fading. He passed out.
'I feel like crap,' this was the first thought that came to the mind of a young male as he awoke from his slumber. He rubbed his eyes then looked around him. He looked to be in some sort of forest. Luckily, he seemed to have awoke in a clearing, so that was good. He stood up, before rubbing his head. 'What am I doing here?' That seemed to be the million dollar question. Then it hit him. Histoire. The shocking. Passing out. 'Oh yeah, that,' he thought as he remembered what happened. 'Where am I? I mean I know I'm in a forest, or at least the woods. Oh well, I guess I can look around and see if Histoire left me anything,' he thought as he looked around. He finally looked down, then took a double take.
His attire had changed. He had a long brown leather overcoat with rolled up sleeves. Under that was a dark grey shirt. He had on long grey pants, with motorcycle boots covering his feet. He recognized the clothes after a few seconds. The Regulator Duster from Fallout. He then glanced to to his left forearm. On it sat a large computer-like object with a screen and several buttons and knobs. He know the design all too well. The Pip-Boy 3000. Past that was the weirdest thing. Three cases for what appeared to be swords lied on his hip, with three handles sticking out. He drew the first. It was similar to a normal blade, but was chilling to some degree. He also noticed a small fog appearing around the blade, almost as if it was dipped in liquid nitrogen. He sheathed it and drew the second. It was like the first, but it had mysteriously writing along the side of the blade, with a yellowish energy running along it. He went to touch it before recoiling. It shocked him, just like the electricity that brought him here. He put it away before drawing the final sword. It was unique, as the blade was a hot red. The sword also felt like it was forged 3 seconds ago. He noticed that the heat didn't make his hand hot, it just warmed it up a bit. He sheathed it and sat with his back to a tree.
'Where in the heck am I? I guess that's priority one. Hmm, maybe she left me a note. But why didn't I see it? I guess it's on my Pip-Boy. Wait, how do I turn it on?' he thought as he examined the wrist computer. The screen lit up before he touched it and showed Vault Boy, a smile on his face with limbs and health full. He pressed the Data button without looking at anything else. It first showed a Local Map, nothing noteworthy. He moved to the Region Map, which replaced the World Map. 'I guess it's a bit more realistic,' he thought before moving to Quests. One quest was up, 'Waking up' was it's name. The current goal was 'Find what Histoire left you.' He then turned to Notes. There was one. He read it in silence.
It read the following: Dear Chris, by the time you read this, you will have woken up. I am glad you're safe. Listen, I know you wanted answers when you arrived but I do not have enough time to explain it to you. You need to head to Planeptune, but you might want to head to an inn before nightfall. I will mark it on your map for you, along with the Planeptune Basilicom. That is where I am and where I will brief you. Please head there as soon as possible, but do not kill yourself in the process. The area you are in is a dangerous place, and it will get even more deadly as you continue. As you might have noticed, you have some weapons on you. They will grow in strength the more you use them. One more note, this world is like a video game. You will earn experience points, level up, etc. Your experience as a gamer might save your life. When you arrive at the village, a room will be waiting for you. Just show them your device on your arm and they will escort you there. -Histoire
Ps: To use Vault-Tec Assisted Targeting System, aka VATS, just say the acronym and it will activate it for you.
The corner of the screen on his Pip-Boy said that a new map marker has been added, along with a quest update. He turned it to Quests, and read the update. 'Head to the village before nightfall.' He looked at the top and saw the time was 6:25 Pm.
"Okay, at least I know what to do. Time to head out!" He got up and turned it to Region Map. The village appeared to be one mile away. He looked that way and started heading there.
It was 8:00 Pm, and he saw it. He sighed in relief. He made it. He would've made it sooner, but he ran into monsters called a Dogoo. He was confused too. Nevertheless, he made it, and leveled up to 7 (He was originally level 5). His weapons had also 'ranked up' from 1 to 3. On top of that, he found out that he could dual wield swords, which could come in handy soon. He walked into the inn, and headed for the main desk.
"Hello, how can I help you?" The woman asked.
"Yeah, I was told to show you this," Chris said, showing her the Pip-Boy.
"Oh, yes. The oracle Histoire has already paid for your room, and a hot meal will be sent there in a little bit. Do you need anything else?" She asked politely.
"No thank you, I'm good. Thanks though," He told her before heading into the room.
The room was primarily purple, with a large plasma TV facing the pair of beds. Chris could see a fairly large bathroom close to the beds.
"If you need anything, just let us know," she said before leaving the room.
He looked to the bathroom and then to his Pip-Boy. He went to apparel. There, was a change of clothes. He went to the bathroom and showered up. After a nice hot shower, and a change of clothes, Chris exited the bathroom and noticed a plate of food on the bed, with a cup of water. He ate the food, which was really good he must say, finished his drink, and went to bed.
After waking up and switching into his Duster, he left the inn, saying goodbye to the woman at the desk.
"Goodbye, have a safe journey," she said as he waved bye and walked outside.
He looked at his Pip-Boy, and saw that Planeptune was about 2.5 miles. He should be able to make it by midday. He started making his way, looking down at his mini computer. He heard quick footsteps, but paid it no mind. It was when it was nearly on top of him did he look up. He could almost sense the classic qte prompt of 'press X' appear. He quickly sidestepped, avoiding the woman who ran past. She seemed to be in a hurry, because he couldn't make out anything precise about her. He could, however, see a long blue coat, and long brown hair. That was it.
'I guess I shouldn't ponder on it, I should be in a hurry too. The sooner I get there, the sooner I might get some answers,' he thought before heading towards Planeptune. After about five minutes of walking, he got bored of the ambiance, so he looked into the Data section. The final tab was Music. After looking through the music, he decided on a song called 115 and played it. The music started up. He started walking faster, until he ran into a pack of Dogoos. Five to be precise.
He drew his first sword, which is called the Cryoblade, and charged at the first. It pounced at him but he slid under the gooey monster. He slashed at it's back before slashing with three more strikes. It disappeared into 0s and 1s. He jumped back, to avoid another pounce from the second. He performed a jump slash, putting it into red health. He switched to his next blade, the Shocksword, before slashing it and two others with lightning fast strikes, chaining them together. The second fell and the third and fourth were knocked into yellow health. He sheathed the second and went to use the final, the Shishkebab. He performed a spin attack, burning the grass. The two at yellow were sent to red, with the fifth was put into yellow, each of them earning the 'burn' status ailment. Chris faced the fifth one and blocked an attack before kicking it away and striking it, turning it into code. He looked to the last two, who had succumbed to the burn and fell.
He performed his victory pose, which was him slashing his weapon twice and laying it on his shoulder, while saying 'Don't mess with the Lone Wanderer'. One would think that this would burn/freeze/shock (Depending on the weapon) the Duster, but it doesn't. He continued on.
It took him a little over 3 hours, but he finally reached the city. It was futuristic, with a similar color pallet to the inn room, purple and white. Tall buildings loomed over him as he walked down the street.
He brought his Pip-Boy closer and checked his Stats. His health was full, as to expect from a newly made level 10. He then looked at his Items. His Cryoblade was at rank 6, and he learned a new skill called Ice Raid. His Shocksword was rank 7, and halfway to 8, and he earned the skill Thunder Blitz. Finally, his Shishkabob was 5 ½ in terms of rank and, like the other blades, he earned a skill called Ember Blade. His armor had also ranked up, and it raised its overall defence. He then switched to Data. He decided to go from using the Regional map to Local map. He saw the Basilicom was in the center of the city and, when he looked up, saw it was the tallest.
"Let's go," he said before starting the small journey there.
It took Chris 15 minutes for him to get there. He walked in through the front doors, looking around. Now, keep in mind the fact that Chris has seen some weird crap. Being transported to another place that clearly wasn't Earth, glob monsters with the face and tail of a dog called Dogoos, etc. This, however, trumped them all.
A fairy-like figure, with wings, sitting on a book, that was floating.
"Hello, I am Histoire," the figure said to him, "and thank you for your help, Chris."
'... What the hell did I just get myself into?' He thought to himself.
"Listen Histoire, umm, I have one tiny question I was hoping you could answer," he said, "Why do you need my help?"
"That might take some time to explain, would you like the long or short answer?" She had said, giving him time to think it over. "Well, whatever you pick, I must make a call. Then please tell me your answer." She had said, leaving the room.
Chris sat down on a nearby chair, cupping his chin. His ear twitched, as he could hear bits and pieces of Histoire's conversation. Bits like 'he is here' 'come as soon as you can' and 'let her know before coming here' really got his brain thinking. Nevertheless, she had hung up and reentered the room.
"Have you thought of your answer?" She had asked, a small smile on her face.
"Let's go with the quick explanation, I can figure out the fine print later," he said, before Histoire started the story.
"Okay, I think I got it," he said, after some, relatively, quick exposition, "Let me review it just to make sure."
"Okay."
"So, let me get this straight, this new organization popped up, started gaining power. The leaders of each of the four nations, who are goddesses called CPUs, and who are the 4 strongest warriors you have, plus one went to go meet this group's leader, and never came back. This group become more powerful, by collecting 'share' energy. And the way I fit in, is that you want me, a 15-year old gamer out of Nowhere, South Carolina, who has little to no combat experience, to sneak into the enemy base, rescue them, get the hell out of Dodge, and after a while to take them down. Is that it? Did I miss anything?" He asked, simplifying it.
"Yes, that is all," Histoire responded.
"Okay, wait. You said I need to sneak into the enemy base, right? What if, and I'm just thinking of a scenario, one of them finds me? And, even if I make it there, they will most likely have their best guard watching them, which might be the one who took them down. There's no way I can take them down unless a freakin' Deus Ex Machina comes out of thin air and beats the everliving crap out of 'em. I'm sorry but unless I have help, or a giant death laser of awesomeness(Or the BFG 9000, take your pick), it's impossible for me to save them," Chris said to her before taking a seat.
"Well, you are not going in alone. I have called some friends of the CPUs to provide assistance. In fact, you are going to be helping them," Histoire told him.
"Okay, where are the-" he tried to say before getting cut off by someone entering the Basilicom.
"Histy, we're here!" One peppy female voice said.
"We came here as fast as we can. We can finally save them," another, more serious, female voice said as the two came into the room. He craned his neck to see them without getting up.
The peppy one had pinkish hair, with matching eyes. She wore a lighter pink sweater and a skirt. The other one had on a blue overcoat with a black outfit. She had long brown hair, green eyes and a matching hairpiece.
'Long brown hair and a blue overcoat, why does that sound fami-' he thought before it hit him. 'She's the one that nearly bulldozed me! Why was she all the way out there? Best I don't bring it up though.'
"So where is he? I swear he better have been worth the wait," the brunette said, not seeing Chris.
"Right over there," Histoire said, pointing in his direction. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as they both looked at him. He kept quiet. He was never good with talking to women.
"Okay, enough games Histoire, where is he really? The blue coated girl asked.
"I am not playing games IF, this is who I asked. He accepted and here we are," the small fairy responded.
"Really, why him? He looks like he couldn't handle a low level Ancient Dragon," IF said, looking at the hero.
'I am literally, two feet away from you,' he thought. 'Wait, there's dragons! Where!? I need to find out for… research purposes. Totally not going to try to take one down.'
"IF, he may not look powerful, but he has potential. That's why I chose him."
"We don't need someone with a hidden potential, we need an immediate power. Wait, don't tell us he's a mute," IF said, sighing.
"No," Chris finally said, building enough courage to speak. He stood up, "Since we'll be working together I guess I should introduce myself," he walked to the pair, "I'm Chris."
"I'm Compa, a nurse in training! Nice to meet you Mr. Chris!" The pink haired girl said, shaking his hand.
"Please, just Chris. No need for formalities," he responded.
'If this is like an RPG, then she would be the healer. What would IF be then?' He thought before turning his attention to the aforementioned.
"Come on Iffy, don't be rude," Compa told the brunette.
"Sigh, fine," she took Chris' hand, "I'm IF, and make sure you can carry your own weight."
He shook it firmly, "I've been doing it so far haven't I?" He said, a small smug appearing on his face.
"Alright, now that that's over, we can get down to business. Do you have the sharisite?" Histoire asked.
Chris looked at her confused. 'Sharisite? What is that?' He thought before checking his Pip-Boy closer to his face, checking his items slot. 'No, not there. She probably was referring...' he stopped talking to himself mentally and listened to the ongoing conversation.
"Here it is," Compa said, pulling it out of her purse, along with 20 other items. How she holds them is another mystery for another day. It was a small crystal, with a dim glow radiating from it.
"Good,"
"Hey, don't mind me asking but, what's that for?" Chris asked Compa and Histoire.
"A sharisite is a crystallized form of share energy. It's what we will use to try to save them," Histoire explained to the uninformed teen.
"Yeah, Nep-Nep and Ge-Ge and the rest will finally come back!"
"Nep-Nep? Ge-Ge?" He asked.
"They're nicknames for Neptune and Nepgear respectively," Histoire, once again, answered. Chris nodded, finally getting a translucent picture.
"Alright, so we're ready to go?" IF asked, getting impatient.
"Hey, I know this might seem selfish, but can I head to a shop or somewhere? We might need some items." Chris said.
"No, we don't have the time," IF said without the others' consent and started walking over to a circular platform. "Besides, we don't need you slowing us down. All you'll be doing is wasting our time."
Chris was about to begin yelling, but stopped. 'Calm down, calm down.' He thought for a few seconds before talking back.
"How about a deal?" He said, making IF turn around.
"Absolutely no-" IF started.
"Wait, at the very least hear my proposition," Chris said, cutting her off. He continued, "It won't take me that long to head there and back, 20 minutes tops. How about this, I will head there and back. If I'm not back in 20 minutes, then you two can go on ahead of me. I won't hold it against you. So, do we have a deal?" He asked, after laying all the details on the table. He held out his hand, waiting for her to shake it. She stood there, almost as if she was considering the options.
"20 minutes?" She asked. He nodded. "And if you aren't back, we can leave you?"
"Won't hold it against you. Oh yeah, don't even think about cheating. Just to let you know, this," He pointed to the wrist computer, "also tells time. So I'll know if you try to cheat."
"Sigh, alright," She shook his hand.
"Good, we agreed on it. Start the time as soon as I walk out those doors." He was two steps from the door before he stopped.
"What are you waiting on?" IF asked.
"Umm one quick question. Where is the shopping area?" He asked, looking at the two. IF facepalmed.
After receiving directions and following them, Chris made it to the shopping area. He looked and saw he had 15 minutes left.
'It's a five minute trip, 4 if I run, 3 minutes 30 seconds if I sprint.' He thought before looking at all the shops. 'I don't need swords, or any melee weapons. I should go for ranged weapons, like a shotgun or a sniper.' He saw a gun shop and entered it.
There were guns EVERYWHERE! They lined 2 walls and each were different from the last. Assault rifles, SMGs, LMGs, Snipers, Shotguns, Magnums, etc. There was also a counter that had handguns, melee weapons, and explosives. The shop owner was a large man, with an even larger mustache. He had on a leather vest, with shades covering his face.
"Welcome to McCarthy's Guns! I'm Jackson McCarthy, what can I do for you today?" His voice was booming, with a strong southern biker accent.
"I was wondering what guns you had for a low price." Chris said, scanning the guns on the walls.
"Hah! If you want cheap guns, then you won't find any there." Jackson informed Chris, who stopped scanning the shelves and was looking at one gun in particular. Jackson faced the same gun that his eyes were transfixed on. The gun was a Magnum, that was about the size of a Desert Eagle.
Chris pointed at it. "How much?" He said.
"That beauty? Hah! You won't be able to handle it, even if you had the money." He laughed.
"Okay, how about this. A shoot-off. Whoever can handle the gun better and fire it better will win the gun. You in?" He asked. Johnson took no time before shaking his hand.
"Alright, I like your smirk. Go to the shooting range right there." He pointed before grabbing the gun and some ammo. The shooting range was like any other. Targets were already up and waiting for the shooter. Jackson stepped next to Chris. "Alright, I'll go first, then you try to beat me, which you won't." He pointed the gun at the target and fired the first shot. Chris' ears rang as the first bullet left the revolver. He saw that Jackson's flinched as well, causing him to miss the target completely. "I, uhh, I forgot how much kick this gun had." Johnson said, clearly making an excuse. He proceeded to fire the gun five more times, with three hitting the sheet, and two hitting the body. He emptied the cylinder and loaded the rounds one at a time. "Alright, I have 7 points. You need 8 or more to beat me." He said as he handed the gun to Chris.
"Points?" He asked.
"Yeah! One point for hitting the sheet, two for a body shot, and three for a headshot." Jackson explained.
"Okay…" Chris said, aiming the gun at the target. He took a deep breath in and brought the hammer down. He put his finger near the trigger. He quickly pulled the trigger and braced for the recoil. It hit like a truck, bringing the gun in the air and nearly knocking him back. The gunshot sound was not as intense, as his ears has gotten used to it. He saw the target not get hit, or even grazed. He aimed the gun at the target again, this time aiming for the center of the target. He took a deep breath and brought the hammer down and fired. The recoil wasn't as bad, since he had gotten used to it. The bullet hit the target, almost missing it.
'Two points. I need six more.' He thought as he looked at where the round hit. It had hit the left side of the person-like figure. He aimed to the left and up, hoping for a headshot. He fired the gun, and looked to see if his theory held water. It didn't and it almost cheated him out of a singular point. 'Shit! It didn't work! What the hell am I gonna do?! I'll need 3 body shots or 2 headshots, and I can't miss with the body. What am I-' he was cut off by a flashback.
Ps: To use Vault-Tec Assisted Targeting System, aka VATS, just say the acronym and it will activate it for you.
'It's risky, and it might not even work. But it's better than nothing. I think I got this,' He thought as he tightened his grip on the revolver. 'All or nothing!'
"VATS," He whispered. Time stopped instantly. The target was zoomed in. The head area was illuminated, with a flashing 95% next to it. Chris smiled, and looked to the bottom left of his peripheral. It showed some commands, like pulling the trigger to select, saying 'cancel' to cancel the shot, and saying 'fire' to start firing. He pulled the trigger twice for the head, and shifted the gun down to the torso. It also had a 95% chance for a hit. He pulled the trigger once and took a deep breath.
'This is it. As they say, go big or go home. And it looks like I'm not going home anytime soon so…' He closed his eyes.
"Fire." He said as his eyes shot open. He watched as his body fired two shots at the head, before shifting down and shooting the torso. He didn't feel the recoil, and didn't feel the trigger. It was almost as if it was somebody else, but he saw through their eyes. Nevertheless, he looked at the target, as it approached. One miss, two torso hits, one sheet hit, and two headshots, making a grand total of 11 points! He smiled as he looked at Jackson. His head was hung in defeat. "I guess this is mine now." Chris said to him.
"I guess it is," he said, admitting defeat.
"Well I gotta go so I'll see you around." Chris said as he walked away, his prize in hand.
"Wait a sec. I want to give you something." He said, running behind the coulter and fishing for something. Chris stopped and looked. Johnson handed him a holster and a small pack.
They were both brown, with the holster reminding him of something out of one of those John Wayne movies his dad showed him. The pack looked like a small pocket that attached to a pants belt.
"That pack has 42 rounds in it. Use them wisely, that type of ammo doesn't come cheap. Here, put these into your gun before you forget. The last thing you want is to be in a fight with no ammo." He said, giving Chris six rounds. He ejected the used bullets and started putting the fresh ones in.
"If the ammo cost so much, then why are you giving me so much?" It was a good question that Chris brought up.
"I don't know. I just got this feeling to. It doesn't matter though. Didn't you have to go somewhere?" He said, reminding Chris of his mission and time limit.
"Shit," he whispered to himself, then he brought his voice to his normal speaking volume. "Umm, yeah. Thanks for reminding me. See ya around!" He said before running out of McCarthy's Guns.
'Dammit! How much time do I have left?!' He thought as he looked at his PipBoy. '7 minutes. Okay, I need to buy potions or whatever they have as healing items. After that, I just gotta haul ass back to the Basilicom.' He thought as he entered the nearest potions shop.
"Look, would you reconsider?" One male voice asked.
"For the last time, no. I'm not going to trust my life in something that might not work. Goodbye," The female voice said, walking past Chris and out of the shop.
"Hey, what was that about? Chris said, walking to the shopkeeper.
"Sigh, I made this new potion that can revive you." He said, sitting on a stool behind the counter.
"What makes that different from a Phoenix Down?" Chris asked.
"Well, the user has to meet a requirement and it gives you a huge reward for doing it." He said.
"What is it?"
"Well, from what I've read, once you drink it, if you lose all of your HP in ten minutes, it will revive you. Afterwards, you will gain a huge adrenaline boost, with a boost to all of your stats, with the exception of your HP and SP. Not only that, but it, supposably, also heals you exceptionally, and not just leaving you on Death's Door." He explained.
"Then what's the problem?" He asked, growing curious about the potion that seemed like a Deus ex Machina.
"I never tested it. It's all based on a recipe that I read. I tried asking every adventurer, but they don't want to risk it. Hey, you look like an adventurer, can you do me a favor? Take it on your adventure and see if it works. Could you do that for me?" He asked.
"Yeah, sure! This might come in handy." Chris said. He grabbed the bottle and held it near his PipBoy. It was digitalized, and he turned his attention to the shopkeeper. "What do you have for sale?"
"Oh, right."
After buying some health potions, Chris walked out and looked at his PipBoy. He had about 4 minutes left, and he still had some money on him.
'Shit! I better run!' Chris thought as he went into a full on sprint, heading in the direction that seemed to lead to the Basilicom. After a few minutes of running he saw the street that lead to the Basilicom. He went to turn there, but a car blocked the road. There was no other way around it and the other street was to far. 'Damn, this is why I hate the city!' He thought as he started walking directly away from the car. 'Screw it!' He dashed at the car, not stopping for anything or anyone. The passenger window was open, so he jumped and put his foot on the part where the window sunk into the door. He put his other on the top of the cab of the car, and brought his first foot on there too. He continued using what momentum he had to jump off of the cab and onto the ground. He performed a PK roll and continued running. He saw the steps of the Basilicom and ran up them. He stopped at the door and caught his breath. 'I, I have never ran that fast before.' He thought as he checked the time. About one minute left, maybe less. He opened the door and saw his two teammates.
"I made it." He said, walking to them.
"Hello!" Compa responded.
"He actually made it. Not like I'm impressed or anything." IF said.
"Come on Iffy, stop acting so tsundere." Compa replied to the brunette. Chris stopped immediately.
'Wait what?' Chris thought.
"W-What? I-I'm not acting tsundere!" IF quickly replied, blushing.
Chris blocked them out before they started talking. 'Oh man, I'm getting too old for this.' He thought. He started walking past them and up to Histoire.
"Hey, don't we have something to do? Ass to kick, names to take, world to save." He said, stopping their conversation.
"Oh, right. Yeah." IF said, losing most of her blush. Some was there, but it was most likely due to embarrassment, or that's what Chris told himself. As she was walking up beside him, she whispered a "Thank you" to him.
"No prob." He whispered back, before clearing his throat. "Alright Histoire, what do we got to work with?" He said in his normal speaking tone.
"Okay, now that everyone is here let us begin. The CPUs are being held in the second floor of the Gamindustri Graveyard. I can only teleport you to the first floor. About one fourth in, we will lose contact. After that, You'll be on your own. Is everyone prepared?" Histoire said.
"Ready as we'll ever be." Chris said for the group.
"Okay, everyone step here." Histoire gestured to a platform. Each one of them stepped on it.
"This is the point of no return. You all sure you can do this?" Chris asked, looking at the two.
"Yeah, let's go save Nep-Nep, Ge-Ge, and the rest!" Compa said with enthusiasm.
"I've come this far, I'm not going to let them down now!" IF also said.
"If we don't do this, then the word's gonna go to Hell. I ain't letting that happen. Let's do this." Chris said. He looked at Histoire and gave her a thumbs up. "Beam us up, Scotty!" He said as he started to phase away. A blinding light enveloped the three possible saviors.
Finally, I am back! I'm like the Terminator, we always come back. If you could not guess, I am super tired. I've been working on this for God knows how long. But I'm done. And BTW, 6.1K words (Excluding the AN at the end) exact. I would like to give a shout out to BlackKyurem27 for helping me with some elements of the story that will be more prominent in Ch2. Also, I need a title and a possible better summary. If you have any questions about the weaponry or my choices, just PM me and I'll respond at the end of Ch 2. Anyway, it's 2 Am on New Year's Day so I'm going to upload this and go to sleep. If there are any mistakes in the story, it's probably because I'm so tired that I don't even feel my finger hit the SHIFT key but that's besides the point. Happy New Year's Day, and this is for a better year. Peace.