AN & Disclaimer: This chapter is pretty shit. Because fuck patience I guess.
Fionna and Cake slumped into their couch as Cake watched Fionna play one of the games BMO had made.
On the screen was a skeleton cowboy fighting off zombie knights and ghost pirates. Fionna mashing the buttons to make the undead ranger dual wield his revolvers and start mowing down the other undead.
"Come on girl you've got this. Kick their undead behinds!" Cake screamed in excitement and her sister entered the zone.
Suddenly the roof burst open as a raging sandstorm swept across the living room, knocking various objects all over the place.
Fionna and Cake quickly grabbed onto the couch, the weight of it keeping them from flying into the sandstorm. Fionna grabbing BMO and tucking the little robot under her arm.
"Thank you Fionna. BMO hates sand. It's coarse and rough and it gets everywhere."
"Don't worry BMO this is probably Desert Wizard trying to take over the Candy Kingdom again. Cake we've gotta-"
Fionna was then cut off when the part of the couch she was holding onto suddenly ripped off.
"WoOoOoah" Fionna tried to grab onto another object but she began to spin around wildly as the sandstrom brought her closer to its epicenter.
"FIONNA!" Cake then stretched towards the girl and tried to grab her sister. But the sand storm then blasted her face with sand causing her to crash back into the floor.
Caaaa-" Fionna screamed out as she clutched BMO close to her before being sucked in fully by the sand storm.
"FIONNA!" Cake yelled out as she got back and stretched towards the vortex, but as soon as she got close it disappeared.
"No!" The cat then desperately began to shift through the sand looking for her sister.
"Fionna! BMO!" She yelled out as she stretched above the broken roof growing taller and looked around frantically trying to find the two or whoever took them.
"Where are you!"
Somewhere in Arizona
Six stepped back into the psychic's room sighing before walking up to the old man. Albalm turned to him and smiled.
"That was a good speech. Come we must-"
"No, I already have a plan."
The psyker raised an eyebrow. "You do?"
Six sat down on a chair and fiddled with his pip-boy. "Yep. I do."
Albalm hummed to himself and sat down on the chair opposite of Sixs. "What is this plan of yours?"
"I'm going to go over there and do what I do best, kill the dumb asshat leading this place. And before you ask, it'll just be me and the Storyteller."
"Just the two of you? But there are people here that are eager to fight, especially after your war speech."
"... Listen, that was a last minute thing. And you know as well as I do that this 'War Chief' thing is going to just be an honorary title once I leave in a day or two." Six explained casually.
"You can still train us. Show us how to defend yourself."
"That would take too much time and I kinda have to get back to the Mojave after this whole escapade. Make sure nobody has killed each other yet." Six said as he waved his hand nonchalantly.
Albalm grew silent as he took in the words, Six glanced to the side and sighed.
"Okay listen, when me and the big guy start the fireworks. Every legionary is going to be on us out there. Take that time to sneak in, free your people. Take back the city."
"You'd make yourself a distraction?"
"Hey, I've done a lot more dangerous and a lot stupider stuff for far less before." Six said as he stood up. "Think of this as an adrenaline junkie trying to do a good deed." He continued before leaving the tent.
Six then glanced around before looking over the railing and spotted the Storyteller on the floor below.
Six sighed before jumping over the railing and landing in front of the power armored man without a sound. The Storyteller almost jumped up in surprise.
"Oh! Hey… you don't have to do that every time you know that right?"
"I know, it's just faster that way." Six said with a shrug. "Come on, we've got work to do." He continued before walking to the door.
The Storyteller looked at Enda and shrugged before following the Courier.
"So what's the plan?"
"You and me are going back to the city and lure as many legionaries as we can to our location. Let the rebels get in and free as many people as possible. Oh, and kill the big boss of this place too." Six explained as the trio exerted the factory and began to walk back to Phoenix.
"Just the two of us? I don't like those odds."
"You're right, wouldn't be fair to the Legion. But I like overkill and this seems like fun."
"You're a peculiar person Courier."
"Never said I was normal." Six replied.
In the dead of night two figures viewed the junk wall surrounding Phoenix. Six and the Storyteller taking note of the patrols on the wall.
Six pulled out the COS rifle and looked down the scope, eight targets. Six pulled out a detonator before putting the rifle back into his coat.
"You ready?" Six asked
"Whenever you are." The Storyteller responded with EDNA giving an affirmative beep.
Six pulled the trigger on the detonator.
KA-BOOM
A large section of the junk wall exploded and the rest of the wall still standing shook violently. Those closest to the blast were killed instantly, and the shaking of the wall caused the others to fall off and plummet to their deaths.
The bodies collided harshly with the ground and sent viscera everywhere as they splattered on impact.
The trio then rushed towards the opening in the wall. Covering the distance fairly quickly. Six being the first to enter, reaching into his coat and pulling out the Red Glare as he saw dozens of legionaries rushing towards their position.
He pulled the trigger and watched as the 13 red rockets flew towards the bunched up legion mooks. Engulfing them all in a massive explosion, sending gore and limbs flying all over the concrete and buildings.
The Storyteller and EDNA entered at the same time and immediately opened fire on a side group of legionaries.
The lasers burned through clothing and left massive burns on the legionaries flesh, cooking their insides and rupturing internal organs.
Six stashed away Red Glare and pulled out AER-14 and fired at another group of incoming legionaries, the green beams blasting off charred chunks of flesh with each hit.
Sometimes he was lucky and some of the legionaries turned into a green ash when shot.
"SORCERERS!" Six heard one of the legionaries yell out. Six rolled his eyes under his mask and flung a plasma grenade at the last remaining group.
The plasma explosion liquified those closest to the blast and scorched those farthest from it. Killing the last group in the vicinity.
"Alright, let's go." Six said gruffly before running towards where the leader was holded up. The former mayor's office.
The storyteller and EDNA kept pace with Six as they made their way to the building. Passing by closed auction houses and decaying buildings.
Just then dozens of legionaries popped out of windows and from rubble surrounding the trio and began to fire at them with hunting rifles and assault carbines.
The Storyteller and EDNA fired their laser rifles as the bullets pinged off the knights armor, leaving small dents and marks in the paint. ENDA swaying in the air erratically to dodge the rounds.
Six rolled into cover and fired four more beams before putting away the AER-14 and pulled out Cleansing Flame.
Holding the modified flamethrower, Six popped out of cover and pulled the trigger, a stream of bright blue fire engulfing a building with dozens of legionaries inside it.
Their screams of pain echoing as they burned alive, the concrete cracking under the heat and the slavers inside had their skin melted off as their flesh cooked in seconds.
Six felt a bullet ping off his helmet, he then turned around and pulled the trigger again. Blue fire consuming a dozen legionaries, killing them slowly as they rolled around on the ground frantically. Screaming as their eyes melted out of their skulls.
In the moment of quiet after the fire fight Six took in a deep breath. Seemingly relaxed, the act of gratuitous violence calming him.
The Storyteller looked at him warily. "You uh… know how to use that flamer?"
"You doubting me?" Six asked, his voice a tad bit colder than normal.
"Not at all, just don't feel too keen on getting accidentally roasted." The brotherhood wanderer responded.
Six shrugged. "That's fair. Come on, if the maps and ledgers I 'borrowed' are right we still got a dozen more blocks to get through."
"You lead and I'll follow." The knight replied.
Six nodded as he hefted his flamer and continued at an even pace towards the Legate's office.
As the trio made their way forward, passing by more buildings and entering the now empty market district as dozens of legionaries popped out of windows from buildings and closed market stalls.
Six pulled the trigger and unleashed another stream of blue napalm. The fire sticking to the slavers and burning right through them, causing organs to rupture internally and for blood and gore to leak out of every orifice.
EDNA and the Storyteller fired a dozen laser blasts, nailing the legionaries that managed to avoid the napalm.
Six put Cleansing Flame away and pulled out the Q-35 modulator as they got closer to the office. He sighted in another dozen legionaries rushing towards them. Six and the Storyteller both fired half a dozen energy blasts.
Plasma and laser hitting a random slaver dead center in the chest. The laser leaving behind a massive fifth degree burn on the slaver's chest. Causing them to fall over in agony.
The plasma melted through the chest, causing the legionaries to wail in sheer pain as a large chunk of their chest was liquified and turned into a plasma slurry.
Passing by the dead and dying legionaries the trio rounded a corner and arrived at the Legate's office building. Over a hundred legionaries waited for them. Six immediately rolled into cover behind a stone pillar. The storyteller and EDNA staying behind the corner they had came from as the small army fired a constant volley of lead at the trio.
Six peaked out of cover and saw that most of them were concentrated on the stairs leading to the building and a dozen on the roof. He put away the Q-35 Modulator and pulled out Annabelle from his coat. A high explosive missile loaded into the weapon.
He then stepped out of cover and sighted the launcher, his Elite Riot Gear protecting him from the dozens of rounds impacting against the armor plates.
He then pulled the trigger and watched as the missile soared through the air in just a second. It hit one of the legionaries dead in the face before it went off.
The massive explosive killing over half of the slavers in a single blow, showering the building and the legionaries in gore and blood. Ceasing the volley in an instant.
The Storyteller and EDNA jumped out of cover and began to fire blasts of lasers at the shell shocked legionaries. Killing the ones on the roof before the others snapped out of their daze and began to fire back at the trio.
Six stored Annabelle back into his coat and retrieved the Sprtl-wood 9700 Gatling laser. He then fired a volley of his own as the green laser beams quickly turned those not in cover into ash.
Six didn't let up on the trigger and the last half dozen legionaries hastily jumped into cover.
Once the current electron charge pack ran out of juice Six put Sprtl-Wood pack into his coat before pulling out Pew Pew.
The remaining legionaries popped out of cover but Six fired off two shots, the orange beams nailing two of the legionaries in the head as the Storyteller and EDNA killed the last ones.
Six reloaded the hand held laser cannon and pulled out the MF Hyperbreeder Alpha. Dual wielding the two before glancing over at the Storyteller and EDNA.
The trio walked up to the front door of the building and Six kicked them down, his cybernetic strength ripping the doors off their hinges. A dozen legionaries in the front office.
Time seemingly slowed down as Six activated the GRX implant, he fired off two shots with pew pew. Blasting the heads of two legionaries off.
He then fired a constant stream of lasers with the MF Hyperbreeder, gunning down eight more legionaries with a hail of energy beams.
As time returned to normal EDNA and the storyteller opened fire. EDNA firing two shots at one legionary's head, turning half of it into ash and the Storyteller burning a hole through the last one.
Six put away both laser weapons and pulled out the Survivalist Rifle, proceeding towards the next room. The trio finding themselves in a three story room with dozens of legionaries on each floor.
Six fired off ten rounds immediately, the 12.7mm rounds finding their way into the heads of ten legion mooks.
He then rolled into cover as the other legionaries opened fire. The Storyteller stood his ground as he bullets dinged off of his power armor, picking off legion goons with accurate laser fire.
"Cover me!" Six yelled out, the Storyteller nodded at him in response. Six then rolled out of cover and rushed towards the nearest set of stairs. As soon as he rounded the corner and started to go up a legionary charged him with a machete.
Six with the Survivalist rifle, the blade bouncing off the steel iron sight. Six then bashed the legion mook with the butt of the rifle, caving his forehead in.
He then proceeded up the stairs and entered the first floor. The remaining legionaries hiding in cover as the Storyteller and EDNA fired at them.
Six raised his rifle and shot at the legion mooks in his line of sight. With each shot blood and guts showered the long hallway and the multiple doors adjoining it.
Once he was out of ammo he moved to reload but the last remaining legionaries jumped out of cover with more coming out of the doors of the hallway.
Six dropped the Survivalist rifle and pulled out Lil Devil and A Light shining in the Darkness, dual wielding both pistols as he activated his GRX implant. Time slowing down.
He fired off twelve shots in just a few seconds, each round splattering brain matter and killing the last of the legion mooks on the floor. He holstered both pistols before picking up his rifle and reloading it.
He rushed over to the next set of stairs and rushed up, immediately rolling into cover behind a bookcase as a hail of lead flew towards him.
He peeked out of cover and saw one of the legionaries get his head blown off by the Storyteller, causing the others to redivert their attention.
He popped out of cover and fired at the distracted legionaries. Each bullet fired causing the legionaries to explode, guts and limbs impacting the legionaries still alive.
The shell shocked slavers looked at the blood and guts covering them in bewilderment and horror. Six reloaded and quickly wiped out the last remaining legionaries as they looked at their mutilated comrades. Giving them the same fate as the other mooks.
Six dropped the empty mag and loaded in a fresh one as he walked up to the third story.
The legionaries without the advantage of sheer fire power on their side were hiding behind cover as the Storyteller and EDNA fired a continuous volley of laser bolts.
Six casually walked into view before shooting most of the legionaries that were in cover, the last one still alive tripped over himself as Six reloaded his rifle.
The legionary shakily pulled out a machete and ran towards Six. The Courier simply sidestepped the mook and tripped him. As the legionary hit the floor Six walked over and stomped on the mooks head.
Crushing it instantly as splattering bits of skull and brain matter all over the floor.
Six stored the Survivalist Rifle into his coat before leaning over the railing.
"Hey! All clear up here! Stay down there and make sure no shit heads try and make their way in! Alright?"
"Got it!" The Storyteller replied, him and EDNA walking towards the front office.
Six cracked his neck and pulled out his Riot Shotgun, he then entered the double door behind him and found himself in an arena like area. A large elderly man wearing crafted armor sat atop a glorified office chain on some podium.
"You have made it this far, Demon of the West. But no more, my elite guard shall destroy you!" The man yelled out as a dozen centurions walked in from a door next to the podium.
Six looked at the approaching centurions before loading in 4.0 Buck Magnum rounds into the Riot Shotgun. "Shame."
He then rushed towards the closest centurion, closing the distance quickly before firing the hand loaded round point blank. His chest exploded in an instant. The force of the magnum buckshot spraying the floor with scattered bits of heart and lung.
Six then activated GRX again, time slowing down as he flipped in the air with an inhuman grace. The other centurions moved like they were in molasses as Six emptied the magazine.
Each round caused the centurions to explode like overripe fruit. Gore painted the room as bone and bits of armor were flung like shrapnel.
Once Six had landed the GRX wore off and all the centurions were nothing more than silly putty left to be scraped off. He reloaded his shotgun as he looked at the dismembered bodies.
The Legate looked shaken before scowling. "RELEASE THE BEAST!" The man yelled out as a part of the wall was lifted up, Six tilted his head curiously as the false wall slowly disappeared.
In the darkness of the room two massive clawed hands slowly emerged as a fully grown death claw walked out. It had dozens of scars littering its body with broken bits of rusted metal embedded into it.
The bull of the Legion burned into its chest with an oversized slave collar around its neck. With a massive scar over one eye and one of its horns broken off.
It glared at Six, hungry and furious.
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" The deathclaw roared, spittle flying as a small shockwave echoed across the room. It then charged the Courier, razor sharp claws ready to tear into the cyborg.
Six fired a single shot and the deathclaw was knocked off its feet and sent ragdolling across the floor.
Six then shot the death claw five more times, keeping it from getting up before it exploded upon the sixth round. It's massive guts spilling across the floor.
Six looked at the glorified chair and saw that the Legate was missing, then glanced at the door the centurions had come from and saw the elderly man running away.
Six walked towards the door at a calm and even pace as he loaded in a slug mag. As soon as he walked up to the door he saw the room of the Legate. A nice cozy bed with a slave girl tied up on it.
And in front of his was the Legate holding a bumper sword. The Legate rushed the mailman.
Six shot the sword out of the Legate's hands. He then knee capped the Legate, causing the old man to fall over as his legs were blown off. The Legate howling in agony.
Six walked over to the bound up slave girl and cut her free. The slave girl looked at Six with uncertainty before she hugged him, crying into his coat silently.
Six remained still but gently patted the girl on her back, she then gently got her off him. "Hey, I need you to get out of here now. A friend's waiting for you downstairs. Alright?"
The girl said nothing but nodded. She looked at the Legate that was howling in agony before she ran off. Leaving the two alone.
Six then walked over to the still alive Legate who was trying to crawl away from him.
Six kicked the Legate over so that he was facing him. The elderly man shaking in fear.
"P-Please don't kill me! I-"
"Shut up." Six growled, the pissant sop grew pale and remained silent. Six looked at the man's bleeding stumps and then pulled out a stim pack and injected it into the leg. Causing the bleeding to lessen significantly and a wave of relief to flood the man.
"I suppose I should thank you. This whole side quest has been rather fun." Six then suddenly said. "I mean, I love people like you." Six continued as he leaned down towards the man.
"Wh-what?" The Legate asked dumbly.
"Slavers, raiders, etc. You people complete me. I don't think I could ever imagine the world without you. I appreciate you." Six said as he patted the legate's head like one would do to a dog. He then reached into one of the Legate's pockets and pulled out a set of car keys.
"Without you, there would be no conflict, no bad guys to kill. No fun." Six then stood up and walked towards a painting in the room, a painting of Julius Caesar in Gaul. "So thank you. Both for the fun and the gift." Six said as he jiggled the car keys.
Six then turned around and walked towards the Legate, stepping on his right arm. "Thank you for giving me a way to relax… Hey, why don't we play a little game?"
The Legate couldn't say a word, he just looked at Six in utter horror.
"It goes a little something like this." Six then aimed the shotgun right at the Legate's face before slowly pointing the barrel away and towards the man's right hand.
"Now tell me. Am I hot or cold?" Six asked before pulling the trigger, the Legate's hand being blasted off as he began to scream in pain as blood poured out of the limb.
"Guess I was hot then. Heh." Six then took his boot off the mans arms and let the Legate squirm around as he screamed.
"This is exactly why I like you people. You get me." Six looked at the closed door.
"Every one else sees me as the second coming of Christ, and it's so fucking tiring. But you? I can be myself around you, because no one cares what happens to you." Six said as he put the Riot shotgun away.
"Y-You fucking monster!" The Legate yelled out in pain as he cradled his bleeding stump.
"You must be the world's greatest detective if you figured that one out. Yeah I'm a monster." Six shrugged. "Granted, I can control myself. Know how to minimize death and destruction." Six said as he looked a nearby window, gazing down at the city bellow.
"It's why I waited for night time, so the civilians and slaves wouldn't get hurt or killed or whatever. Just you guys." Six shrugged.
"But if I didn't have that self control? That small bit telling me to hold back? I would've razed this whole damn city to the ground. Nobody left alive." Six continued casually, as if he was talking about the weather.
The Legate glared at the Courier. "F-Fuck you! My men will avenge me and-"
Six shot the man in the left shoulder, the weathered 10mm pistol in hand. Causing the Legate to start sobbing as pain racked most of his body.
"I didn't give you permission to speak yet. Quite rude of you don't you think?" Six said evenly before walking towards the door to leave. But he stopped midway.
"Oh! And you'll die in about three or so minutes. Blood loss, all that. But if you survive, good for you. If not… eh, sorry." Six said calmly before he left the Legate to bleed to death.
"W-Wait! Don't leave me!" The old man yelled out as Six locked the door. And walked away, whistling the tune of Big Iron as he strolled to the main office.
Maybe try and find the parking lot.
But first was the basement, Six walked down the stairs. Admiring his handy work as he made it back to ground level and began to look around before finding the door leading to the basement.
He jiggled the door knob but quickly found that it was locked, he pulled out a bobby pin and his trusty multi tool and got to work. Unlocking the door in just a moment.
Once he opened the door he saw a set of stairs leading him down into the basement.
He walked down them and entered the basement proper, a slight grin forming under his mask as he saw three cages each holding what looked like a not so small amount of goodies.
He walked to the first cage and unlocked it, finding massive piles of legion gold and silver stored within the canbits and boxes.
As Six began to pilfer the mass amounts of coins and store them all into his coat he could hear the sounds of someone walking down the stairs to the basement.
He paused before pulling out Sweet Revenge and waited. Aiming the revolver at the doorway. The sounds of slow and even walking growing closer.
After a few moments the feeble figure of Albalm came into view. Six lowered his gun in confusion.
"Courier. We have much to discuss."
"Yeah we do, how the fuck did you get here?" Six asked impatiently as he holstered Sweet Revenge.
Albalm raised his hands in a placating gesture. "It's rather simple Courier. My name isn't really Albalm. I am Abraham Lincoln." The man said calmly.
"Yeah, and I'm the Mormon Jesus. What do you want?" Six asked as he grabbed another bag of coins and shoved it into his coat.
Before he could grab another the world was suddenly plunged into darkness. The ground beneath him turned into a grey rocky floor in an instant.
Six froze up, looking around wildly trying to figure out where he was. Then he saw Earth over the horizon, and figured out that he was on a different planet. He was on the Moon.
"HOLY SHIT!" Six yelled out as he sank to his knees in shock, his hands grasping the side of his helmet. Gripping onto it as if it was a lifeline.
"Th-This cannot be real." He tried to rationalize to himself. 200 year old cyborg scientists? A dead city filled with mutants? A literal hell on earth? He can deal with that. But this?
He slumped as he looked at Earth from afar. Disbelief in his face.
"Beautiful isn't it?" Six slowly turned his head to the side, looking up at a pink skinned giant of a man. His well pressed black suit blended in with the grey rock of the moon.
Six slowly stood up as he realized who the man was.
"You… You're really Abraham Lincoln?" Six asked tentatively.
"Yes. I am." Lincoln said with a small smile on his face.
Six looked at the super being for a moment, his emotions hidden behind his mask. The Courier then began to chuckle to himself for a moment. His chuckles turned into full blown laughter. Confusing the super being.
"Ohohoho. This is the greatest practical joke of all fucking time isn't it?" Six asked as his laughter reached its peak. "Ahahaha! Looks like Benny's are whatever the fuck his name is really did kill me in goodsprings. HAH!"
Six smacked his knee as he began to wheeze. Abraham just stood there and let him continue on.
"Oh man. This is fantastic isn't it? It's all one big fever dream. I'm dying. It explains all of this wacky fucking shit I've been through. Like… fucking talking to my own brain? Hah!" Six laughed as he shook his head slightly.
He then grew silent, looking at the earth over the horizon. It reminded him of when he was younger. When his mom showed him a dirty globe of the world.
It was exactly like it, he could see the scars left behind by Nuclear Devastation, a dying world kicking and screaming to keep on living.
"... It is one hell of a view though." Six relaxed. The two stood side by side as they looked at the earth from afar.
"Could you do something for me?"
"Depends on what it is."
"Take off your helmet."
Six scoffed at the former president. Crossing his arms.
Lincoln smiled faintly at the Courier. "If this is all just some fever dream as you say it is, then where is the harm? Have some faith in others."
"But… what on the off chance this is all real? And I'm not crazy or dying or… whatever. Even now, how am I still alive?" Six asked as he looked at the Earth.
"Maybe you are dead. Maybe not. And who knows the why or how? The only real question is, does this feel real to you?"
Six hesitated for a moment before reaching up to his helmet and disengaged the airtight seal on it. He then slowly lifted it up. The coldness of space nipped at his scared face but he was kept safe from hyperthermia.
He closed his eyes as he felt the suns rays keep him warm, the weight of his armor. The dull ache from all the cybernetics in his body. The memories of his fr- companions. It all felt real.
And that was good enough for him.
"Alright." Six slipped his helmet back on. "I have some questions. Who are you really?"
"I am Abraham Lincoln. The great emancipator and lord of Mars."
"So you're actually Abraham Lincoln? The Sixteenth president?"
"Yes." The super being replied casually.
"Huh… Now what the hell were you doing in Phoenix?"
"Waiting, For you. Why else?"
"There's only two reasons people would try and track me down. To kill me, or to offer me a job. So which is it?"
"A job of course, one that requires your skillset and… special circumstances."
"O K… What does this job entail? What do you want me to do?"
Abraham smiled faintly. "The girl in your dreams. Fionna. She's going to be far from home, you need to bring her back."
"Could you be less vague? Or give me a clue as to where to go at least?"
"You've already seen where you have to go Courier."
Six raised an eyebrow and hummed to himself in thought before a lightbulb flashed over his head. "Do you mean the vault I saw? She's a vault Dweller?"
"Not Exactly."
"What does- Nevermind. More importantly, why me?" Six looked at the super being.
"The currents of Causality have been warped Courier, and they have been warped before with you being the cause. Who best to fix it then a struggler against fate?"
Six said nothing and turned back to look at the Earth for a moment more.
"What caused… Causality, as you put it. To shift?"
"I do not know who's done it, just that a being of great malevolence wished it so."
"Huh… So I was meant to die in that graveyard? Wasn't I?" Six tensed up. The memories of all his near death experiences came to mind. He almost died so many times that they just seem to blend together now.
All except Marko.
"Yes, you were. Very few can escape death, but somehow you did." Lincoln admitted with little hesitation. Knocking the Courier out of his mind, causing him to regain focus.
"... Alright… I'll do it." Six said evenly. As he held his hand out. The former president smiled and shook it with vigor.
"Thank you."
Fionna twisted about, the sand leaving small cuts in her clothes and skin as she was hurled through the storm. Her body shielding BMO and taking the brunt of the sand.
She squinted her eyes and looked for a way to exit the storm. She looked up and saw an opening. "Hold on, BMO! We're almost out of this!"
Fionna righted herself and used her free hand to try and push herself towards the opening. Almost immediately the sandstorm began to collapse in on itself and Fionna was instead pushed downwards.
She gritted her teeth and held onto BMO tightly. She then hit the concrete ground harshly, causing her to let go of the little robot as pain hit her.
"Owwww." Fionna grunted out softly as she laid on the ground, not bothering to move at all.
Bmo stood up and rushed over to the Human girl. "Fionna, are you ok?" The robot asked as she leaned over the human's face. "You look very hurt."
"Yeah BMO. I'm fine. Just need a few… years." Fionn sat up and grunted as she felt her cuts bleed a little bit.
"Well don't you look like brahmin shit." Fionna opened her eyes at the familiar voice and saw Six standing over her, his open hand outstretched towards her.
She grabbed it and the Courier hoisted her up. "Hey blondie, been a while."
"Hey Six." Fionna then looked around at the room, looking at the three cages. "Uhh. Where are we."
Six glanced down at BMO who was looking up at him with the same expression Fionna had.
"Well… It's a long story. But it looks like we'll be in the long haul for a while." Six chuckled to himself.
Fionna looked around the room, her confusion growing "Ok… But where… are we?"
"Some asshat's basement." Six said calmly before rubbing the back of his helmet sheepishly. "But more broadly… I guess all I can say is, welcome to the wasteland."
Hey, Another chapter. WOoooooo. And Fionna is here tooooooo.
I wanna fuckin die lmao.
To the guests who were pissing and cumming and moaning, ya happy now? Have some damn patience, jeez.
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P.S Fionna is 18 now. Six is 21. Take that however you please.
This can only end badly now hah!
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