A/N: Welp this is part two of The Good, Bad, and Freakishly Weird. Hopefully things start to make sense.
Herman was sharpening his sword while Mikayla was laying on the half-couch. They were both listening to the radio that sat on the small table the group was supposed to use for eating, but it was mostly used for putting junk on it instead. Currently, the cheap radio was on a channel that consisted mostly of stories.
"Here we have it folks, the classic tale of Miles the Mirelurk told by the one and only Sir Mister Guy! Here you go Mister Guy! *STATIC NOISES* "What, oh, hello people of the commonwealth! It is I, Sir Mister Guy! And I am here to tell you about the sad, sad, very sad tale about the Mirelurk known as Miles. Ahem… once upon a time, there was a Mirelurk named Miles. Now, Miles wasn't a very happy Mirelurk, because his family was slaughtered by vicious mole rats. Miles couldn't find true happiness without his family… or so he thought. So he went on his way to-"
"Herman, could you shut the damn radio off? Or at least change the channel? I've had enough of this fucking story time with this guy," Mikayla stated to the man who was completely focused on his sword. "Uh, Herman? HERMAN? STOP IGNORING ME." Herman just sat there, continuing to sharpen his precious sword. Sick of Herman's shit, Mikayla got up and pulled out her submachine gun. She walked over to the radio and shot at it multiple times, until it was nothing left except a pile of scrap. Sighing with relief, Mikayla put away her gun, and sat back down on the half-couch.
"That was… unnecessary," said Herman quietly, not wanting to anger the ghoul even more. "Couldn't you have just… changed the channel?"
"COULDN'T YOU HAVE JUST GOT UP OFF YOUR LAZY ASS AND DID IT YOURSELF WHEN I ASKED YOU TO?"
Herman muffled a small laugh, while keeping his composure. "What? I didn't even know you asked me. Maybe you should… speak up next time."
Mikayla roared and picked up a concrete brick that had been sitting on the floor for some time now. Then, she threw the brick with all of her force at Herman. In the blink of an eye, Herman raised his sword and slashed at the brick, slicing through it with precision, cutting it in two perfectly shaped rectangles. The two broken pieces flew past him and hit the wall behind him. Herman then sheathed his sword, and stood up. "Now that, was really unnecessary."
"Hmph. You and your stupid sword."
"Silencer."
"Yeah, whatever. I am not going to call your sword, 'Silencer'. I am already sick of Chase naming his weapons now too."
"Speaking of Chase… how do you think he is doing out there?"
"Are you serious? Chase is probably kicking some raider ass right now. Without us. DAMN it is really boring here…"
Herman lifted his eyebrows. "Are you saying that you want to go out there and try to get yourself killed?" Mikayla said nothing and just looked at Herman. Herman sighed. "Yeah. Me too."
"HEY GUYS! I'M BACK!"
Herman and Mikayla looked over to the entrance and saw their leader, Chase, in one piece. In one hand he was carrying his new shotgun, and in the other, he was dragging a body over the floor. "LOOK! I FOUND HIM! You were right Herman! He was with those raiders!"
"Whoa, whoa, slow down there Chase," said Herman. "How did you do that so fast? You literally left like only 30 minutes ago."
"HAHAHAHA! With stealth! Yep that's right! S-T-E-A-L-T-H!"
"But you suck at stealth Chase. I'm not even joking when I say that. You are the worst person I've ever seen at sneaking," Mikayla commented.
"That is true!" the blonde said happily. "And because I suck at sneaking, I used one of your precious and rare Stealth Boys!"
"WHAT?" the angered ghoul yelled. "THAT WAS MY LAST ONE! YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SH-"
"THANK YOU so so so so so so much Kayla. You are the nuclear bomb." He patted Mikayla on the back as she raged quietly. "Anyways, I got the package," Chase said, holding up the body in his hand with no struggle. "Blake was his name, right?" Herman nodded. "Cool, so… before we take him back to his family, I want to have a little chat with him.
"What did you do to him?" asked Herman.
"I dumped him in a pool of radiation until he passed out," Chase said with an extremely serious face. Mikayla and Herman just looked at each other with confusion. "HAHAHAHAHA gotcha' guys! Man the look on your faces was priceless!" They still said nothing. "Oh come on, I'm not that mean, now am I? I just knocked him out with the end of my gun. Nothing more." Herman shrugged and walked back over to his corner of the cave while Mikayla grabbed some rope over by their cabinet of randomly stashed items. She gave it to Chase, who then tied up Blake's wrists together. Then, he also tied up his ankles together, to keep him from running away. Chase picked up the passed out man and threw him onto the half-couch.
"Hey!" Mikayla interjected. "Where am I going to sit?"
"Go sit on that chair over there," Chase said, pointing to a chair leaning on the wall because it couldn't stand by itself.
"Or your bed," Herman chimed in.
"Ugh… but… the couch is so comfy…"
Chase patted Mikayla on the shoulder and smiled. "I think you are in love with the couch," he said.
"What?"
"Yeah, Herman and I think that you are in love with the couch more than you are friends with us." Mikayla could hear Herman snickering in the back.
"You-"
"I EVEN MADE A SHIP NAME FOR YOU! I call it, 'Mi-couch-la,'" Chase said, while moving his hands in the air to emphasize it more.
"Oh, or even Couch-kayla," spoke Herman.
"OOOOOOO that's a good one H-man!" Chase replied enthusiastically.
"You both suck," Mikayla said as she walked over to her corner in the cave and face-planted her bed.
Blake awoke with a terrible headache. Slowly opening his eyes, he saw a ceiling far above his head, like he was in a cave. He tried to move his hands, but they were tied together by some rope. He sat up and was completely confused on what he was seeing. WHERE AM I? WHAT IS THIS PLACE? WHAT HAPPENED TO HANK?
"Hey there! I see you've awakened from your slumber," a voice said from right behind him.
Blake yelped and tried to get up, but he didn't realize that his feet were tied together, so he fell face-first on the cold, stone floor. "Don't kill me…" he pleaded.
"What? I brought you here because I'm saving you."
"S-saving me? From what? I was happy as a raider! I was SUPER happy!" Blake rolled over and saw a blonde man standing with his arms crossed. For some reason, he was smiling at him, making Blake feel very uncomfortable.
"Really?" the blonde asked. "You were happy?"
"Y-yes!" Blake hesitantly replied.
"Oh, so you're saying that you never want to see your family again?"
"What?"
The man held up a small piece of paper and read it. "Blake is a young man, with black hair and brown eyes. He was last seen with a group of raiders. Please, if you find this man, bring him back to me in Diamond City." Then he rolled it up and shoved it into his pocket. "Blake, your mother is looking for you. I've been hired to track you down and bring you back to her."
"My mother wants me back? But-" Instantly, the other man put his finger on Blake's lips and mouthed 'shhhh.'
"Save the emotions you're having for later, please. Right now we need to get you back to your loving family." The man pulled out a small switchblade from his pocket and cut the ropes that were binding Blake's hands and legs. "My name is Chase. It's a pleasure to meet you. Officially." Blake stood up to his feet and looked around. He was in a giant cave, with only one entrance/exit over in the far side. There were many things that were in this cave, such as workbenches, beds, and other items that could help anyone survive. "Are you okay?" Chase asked. Blake quickly turned his head over to him and nodded.
"I'm just… surprised," Blake said. "Where am I?"
"You are in my home," Chase said, smiling like he was proud of it.
"Uh actually," a croaking voice said from the corner, "OUR home."
"I'm here too," a male voice said from the other side.
"There are three of you living here, in a cave?"
"Yep! It's pretty hidden so no one really bothers us." Chase grabbed a gun from his backpack and tossed it to Blake. "Here's your gun, I grabbed it when I killed those raiders out there."
"THAT WAS YOU?"
"Hell yeah that was me. I killed them all including that guy who was about to shoot y-"
Blake held up his gun and pointed it at Chase. Blake was expecting a reaction from him, but the man just continued to stand there, with that uncomfortable smile on his face. He also noticed the two others slowly getting up, but Chase held up his hand, and they both sat back down. Blake breathed in slowly. "You killed Hank."
"I did, in fact. Why, does that bother you in any way?"
"You think that's just… okay?"
"No, but it had to be done. If I didn't kill him, you would be out there, in the dirt, dead."
"B-but-"
"Are you going to shoot me?" Chase interrupted. "Because if you are, please, by all means, do it now. I just can't wait to die."
"What? You… want to die?"
Chase stood there. Blake was confused. Does this man seriously think that he can survive a direct hit to the face with a bullet? No… he has to be planning something else…
"I will shoot you!" Blake yelled.
"Sure."
"You killed my friends!"
"They weren't your friends."
"You are an enemy of the raiders!"
"You are not a raider, Blake," Chase said calmly. He took a step closer to Blake. "I can help you. I know that you are in a very tough spot right now."
"What are you doing?" Blake asked.
"Listen to me very carefully."
Blake didn't feel right. It was like he couldn't ignore Chase. HE'S DOING SOMETHING TO ME.
"NO! STOP IT!"
"Blake… listen to me…"
"No…"
"Put the gun down," Chase said, pointing to the floor. Blake couldn't help but listen to him. Slowly, Blake put his gun on the ground. "Now, you are going to listen to everything I say for the next hour, no matter how much you want to resist."
Blake nodded slowly. He couldn't control himself. He wanted to grab the gun and shoot Chase for some reason, but he couldn't.
He just couldn't.
"Now, go over to the couch over there and sit," Chase ordered. "Don't move, don't say anything. Just sit."
Blake slowly stumbled over to the half-couch and sat down. Chase sighed. "WELP! I couldn't do anything else. Sorry fella."
Mikayla shot up from her bed and walked over to the dazed man. Herman also joined them. "Just how in the world do you do that?" Mikayla asked.
"Yes, I would also like to know the truth," Herman said. "You have done this before, to other people."
"Mmmm… well… that's a really long and boring story that I won't bother you guys with," Chase answered. "Just… think of it as 'people cannot resist my good looks and charms, so they must listen to me.' Anyways, this guy was brainwashed or something to think he was an actual raider. I had to do it, so don't get mad at me please." He patted them on the back and walked over to his corner. "Get ready to leave, you guys. We gotta' return this guy back to Diamond City."
"Son…?" a soft and pleasant voice said slowly. Blake slowly opened his eyes and saw a woman sitting on the side of the mattress that he was laying in.
"Mother?!"
"Oh, Blake my child! I missed you so much." She reached for her son and hugged him tightly. "You were gone for so long! And look at yourself- all roughed up and bruised from out there."
"What… happened? Why am I here? Back home?
"You don't remember?" she said. "Well, I guess that makes sense. I bet those raiders beat you up so much."
"Raiders? What do you mean?"
"The people who brought you back to me said that they found you in a cage! All beat up and the sort! How did you ever survive my child?"
"Well, I don't remember… wait. Where did these people go?" he asked. Blake wanted to know what happened to him in that cave. At one moment, I was listening to every action that blonde man said, and now I'm back home?! I don't remember anything from the journey…
"Oh, they left. Said something about being very busy. Oh you poor thing."
"Mom, they just left?"
"Yes they did. I tried to pay them but they didn't accept my caps… instead they gave us 500 caps!" Blake's mother started to tear up from the happiness in her heart. Blake hugged his mother again. As she composed herself, she grabbed a small note from her pocket and handed it to Blake. "T-they said that this was for you when you wake up. I didn't read it, so here. Take it."
"Oh… uh…"
"I'm going to go and get us some dinner, how about that?" his mother said happily.
"Okay mom," Blake said with a smile. He watched as his mother happily walked over to the market and sighed. He looked at the note in his hand and unfolded the paper.
'Hopefully you are happy with your mother again. I know you don't remember anything that happened, but that's for your own safety. The only things I can tell you are that you were brainwashed to believe you were a raider. We fixed you up so you don't think like that anymore.
There is only one statement that I will make to you, and I expect you to follow it.
Do not try to find us again. We want to be left alone and hidden. If you lead anyone to us, we will kill you, and anyone who dares to follow you.
-Chase
A/N: So if you have any ideas on what these three friends should do, (and it can be anything- as weird as it gets), then just let me know and I'll think about making a chapter around it. (Of course I'll credit you and stuff). Thanks for reading!