It had been a regular day in the vault, just dull work shifts among hairdressers, marriage counsellors, clinical test subjects, mechanics, loyalty inspectors (however that worked) and other occupations of that nature. The inhabitants were certainly not expecting an uproar, even if their dear precious overseer was losing his edge and grip on his position. Not his darling daughter, not his most trusted officer... not even the doctor's kid.

It was now 3:00AM. A boy of sixteen years of age groaned as he sat up, blinking groggily and glancing around the room. The sounds radiating from speakers were almost unbearably loud, blaring an irritable noise that would not cease in its actions. Red filled the boy's vision as he staggered to his feet, rubbing his eyes and stretching momentarily, before staring blankly through the rectangular window to see an officer running past with a police baton.

"This is the Overseer. All residents of Vault 101 are hereby confined to their quarters..."

"…What's going on?" he muttered, looking a tad confused. He furrowed his brow slightly, then opened a drawer beside his retro bed, pulling out a jean jumpsuit with the numbers '101' stitched on the back. After a few moments, he paused with the suit in his hands, hearing the rest of the announcement.

"The Radroach infestation is under control."

"…Radroach infestation?" the boy queried under his breath, looking a bit shocked. "We've only seen a few odd ones… but an infestation? What happened?"

"Do NOT interfere with vault security personnel. Any resident found outside his or her quarters WILL be dealt with. Severely."

"…I better stay inside then," the teenager commented, then glanced, again, outside the window. He watched it for a moment, then in a split second, saw a girl running across his vision with a panicked expression on her face. "…H-hey!" he yelped, pulling on his jumpsuit.

The mechanical door opened with a push of a button. Looking worried for the female, he poked his head out of the door, blue eyes peering out onto the corridor. At the end of it, the girl stood, and she glanced at him, bearing black, pony-tailed hair and anxious brown eyes.

"Amata! Didn't you hea—?!"

"Stay in your quarters, Flash," the girl insisted sternly, then shot off.

This was Amata Almodovar, the Overseer's daughter. He hadn't seen her frequently, but heard of her and saw her briefly. He did not know her fantastically well, for they weren't even in the same year. She was 19 years old, and had obviously passed her G.O.A.T (Generalized Occupational Aptitude Test); he still had to find out his results on Monday…

Although… It was known that Amata was certainly was passionate about the vault, though it was questionable whether it could be more passionate than her father. She was nice, a bit stern sometimes, but she knew what needed to be done. Flash did not question her orders, but frowned out of her safety, still inwardly hoping she was an exception in the being 'dealt with' part… she was related to the boss of this big metal labyrinth after all.

What was she doing down here though…? He was certain her quarters were on the top floor, along with the Overseer's…

"HEY! You! Get back in your room!"

Flash jumped, turning his head in surprise as a police baton was shoved square in his face. Officer Kendall's strict eyes were on him, and they were almost warning him…

The boy was about to back up into the room, until…

"OW!"

He stopped short instantly; the officer had been hit over the head by a random baseball bat. There was another being behind him, scowling slightly.

"You should leave, kid…"

Officer Kendall, stopping his almost unmanly yelp of pain, glared at the other resident, his eyes piercing their soul. Shooting off instantly, they booked it, and the enforcement of law was now running after another vault dweller.

"Oh, are you in for a heap of trouble now!" the armoured cop yelled. "No more games!"

Flash blinked. What was going on?

"No-nooooooo!"

"Time to steal your vault armour and helmet, impersonate you, and kill everybody except the nice people."

"NO! You can't clear all the prickish enemies for the other characters!"

"Watch me."

He stared after the scene for a second, then cringed as the poor guard was beaten to death with baseball bat around the corner. He was lucky to not see the brunt of it, but there was an awful lot of red stuff on the floor, and it was definitely not ketchup. Surrounded by a trio of roaches, too... not pleasant.

Something hit him in the face this time. It was a piece of paper.

He pulled it off his face, then looked at it, brushing away the dust.

Yo, Flashy boi! I am your future self, and here to tell chu, if you don't get that keister movin' and groovin', you're dead and stuff! AND IT'S A CRAPPY FUNERAL. So get out of dis vault, bro!

Flash looked at the letter dumbfoundedly, then rubbed his chin.

"Speech pattern seems very familiar somehow…"

Written at the bottom:

DIS BE A DIFFERENT PLACE. YOU BEEN IN DIS DIFFERENT PLACE YO WHOLE LIFE. IT AIN'T VERY FAMILIAR AT ALL. OR FROM A PAST LIFE OR ANYTHING. GOT IT?!

"…Fine," Flash muttered, then stopped for a second. "But the vault's been sealed… since forever…"

LIES. I STALK ITS WALLS.

"So you're dead?…"

Very much alive, actually. Nomming on Dandy Boy Apples. Num!

"Right… … Wait… Why am I talking to a piece of paper?"

Oh, the narration made you think this was Harry Potter paper. But you still believed it anyway even though APOCOLY—oh, wait, you don't know how bad teh world is yet… Bye!

The boy stared at the piece of paper, looking subtly annoyed.

'I give up.'

He shook his head, then frowned. "Guess I have to go, though… but should I really listen to a piece of paper?"

Yes, yes, you should.

"I thought you left…?"

For popcorn! Now move it, boy!

Stuffing the paper into his pocket and rolling his eyes, Flash looked to his drawer, where a baseball bat sat, leaning against it. He grabbed it, then slapped his opposite palm with it.

"…Okay…"

He inhaled and exhaled.

"Time to move it."