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Base of Operations: Wasteland, Springvale Area

November 10, 2274

He finally came down and got me. Said his boss wanted some recon done, and Bob volunteered. He took me with him, on the sly. Even had some clothes for me, which was good cause it's fucking freezing out here.

He said he thought about what I said, and decided I'm pretty smart for a human. He already feels a whole lot better, cause he ain't looking at his boss no more, getting that 'bad feeling' in his head. He figures if he don't come back, the boss'll think he got killed or something.

So we're... together, I guess. Traveling. Wandering. Don't know where we're going, what we're doing. It don't matter, really. I'm outta that cell. Bob's okay. He wants stories more than fucking. Fine by me. I'll talk his ears off if he wants. He gets this goofy smile on his face sometimes. And when he laughs, it's this big, booming, HAH HAH HAH HAH. I think he likes being away from that boss of his. He didn't used to laugh at all.


November 14, 2274

We kicked some Brotherhood ass today. Bob saw them not too far away, doing one of their 'protect the citizens' walking tours of the wasteland. Probably looking for innocent people to kill, the motherfuckers. Bob growled like a dog and said he wanted to tear their arms off. I said, you and me both. He looked at me funny, and it was like we had an understanding.

So we nailed them hard for you. Made them pay for taking you away. They fucking asked for it.


November 17, 2274

Found a good spot for a while. Brotherhood patrols come through here now and then. If it ain't them, it's Wastelanders and traders on their way to Megaton. Had to clear this cave out first, though. Raiders. I ain't one of them no more, so fuck them. Me and Bob went in there with the guns running hot, and now it's ours. They had some mattresses that weren't in so bad a shape we couldn't salvage them.

Yeah, me and Bob are still fucking. It's... okay. He lets me ride his dick, cause it's easier on me. He always asks if it was good, when we're done. Like he's worried about it or something. I gotta tell him, yeah, it was good. You did good. He smiles real big when I tell him that.


December 1, 2274

We got a system going now. Brotherhood comes strutting down the road, we fucking waste them. No questions asked. Trader comes round, we unload everything for caps. Usually have some extra for water and food. Wastelanders next, and we give them whatever they need.

[pause]

Things were fucked up when I was a raider. It's like... I'm thinking of you, and what you did for me. I figured you'd want me doing the same. So these clueless fuck heads wandering around... they ain't targets, they're... people. If you stop and listen to them – their stories, where they been, where they're headed, what they wanna find when they get there – you kind of think to yourself, I was there. I was lost and didn't know where to go, and along comes the last person I thought would help me. You made it better. So... for you, I'm... making it better. The last person they'd expect.

Well, the last two people. Ain't nobody expecting a mutie to hand them a bottle of water. More like expecting a nuke to the face. But he's liking this. Butchering those Brotherhood assholes makes up for the soft shit.


December 7, 2274

It happened. Must've been an accident. I dunno, but... holy fucking shit. I came so fucking hard... I was riding Bob like usual, and I must've hit it just right or something, cause it got good. Then it got real good. Then I couldn't stop. I'm just laying here, all spread out and can't move. It's like... my pussy is just pulsing. Bob fell asleep. All boys are alike – fuck them, and they gotta sleep when they're done. I suppose it's okay. He came first, like usual, but did it again when my pussy was squeezing his dick. Wore his ass out. Even his ass can only take so much.

[pause]

Oh fuck, I'm sorry. That was... I didn't mean... It ain't like with you. It'll never be like that. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

[sobbing]


December 13, 2274

I just woke up. Been out cold for a day. We saw this trader caravan getting nailed by raiders, so we jumped in the fight. Bob loves kicking the shit out of humans. Everything was going great until the fucking Brotherhood showed up. They took Bob for a mutie – which he is, I guess – and went after him. I lost my shit. Unloaded a couple of clips on them, cause I ain't losing another one. They ain't taking someone from me who means something. Not again.

Fuckers had grenades, though. I didn't even see it coming. I heard the explosion, then I woke up here. My leg's all fucked up. Bob said he carried me home, and he made that trader and his guards come too. Cause... he don't know nothing about fixing broken humans.

[pause]

He said... I fight good, and... I had his back, like... like a brother. He said humans are so easy to hurt, but he didn't want me hurt. I almost thought he was gonna remember something, cause his face got all serious.

Sometimes he remembers things. Like before he got turned into a mutie. And a shack. Like the ones we've scavved, but... he wasn't there alone, he thinks. Not other muties like him, but... someone soft. He can't get any more than that, but it makes me wonder if he was maybe married like you were, and... all that sort of went away somehow.

Anyway, the trader had Stimpaks and shit. Bob said he made the guy work on me for free. I doubt the guy even asked for caps with a mutie staring him down. I feel like... he might've given me Med-X. A little. It sort of feels like it, anyway. Not enough to fuck me up, though. So that's good. You don't have to worry about me. I ain't back on the shit, not like I was for a while after you... I'm better. You and Carol were right; I'm better without it.


December 14, 2274

Scribe's note: This entry has been omitted from the transcription due to its subject matter. In summary, the Narrator recorded an explicit act between herself and the Super Mutant, Bob. Pip-Boy 3000 log files indicate that this entry has been accessed 13 times and downloaded 7 times. It is not known if the tapes were distributed or broadcast publicly.


December 15, 2274

I think... it's okay. With me and Bob. He says we share everything, like his brothers did. Except that boss of his. He ain't said much about the fucker, but I can tell the guy had it in for him. Anyway, we share food and water, Stimpaks and caps. Whenever I can get a hold of a Nuka-Cola Quantum, I give it to him. He really likes those things. Rads don't bother him, like they didn't bother you any.

He, um, said it's real nice that I share my pussy with him, too. And... he said he shares his dick. We share. Cause we're brothers. We kill together, and we share everything. Like we're both muties. It's kind of funny. He said I'm like a mutie, just... smaller.

Did... did you ever... think of me as a ghoul? Only smoother? Was I... like that, for you?

I guess it don't matter now. Whether I was or not... I still miss you bad. Bob's good to me, but... he ain't you. I hope it's okay.