DISCLAIMER I OWN NOTHING
"Are you ok, Cleveland?" a voice asked. Opening his eyes, he found that he was in bed. "You sounded like you were having a bad dream."
"Donna?" he asked, his eyes widened at the sight of her standing in the doorway. "Donna! I'm home!"
Jumping out of bed he ran and hugged his wife. She giggled as he kissed her cheek.
"I had the most awful dream" he said. "I was trapped in a bunch of Junior's video games and-"
"Why don't you get dressed and you can tell me over breakfast," she said, kissing him.
To his surprise, Cleveland couldn't find any of his yellow shirts or blue pants. He was forced to wear a white shirt and brown pants.
"Sure hope Donna made bacon wrapped sausage dipped and fried in pancake batter," he said. Walking down the hall he started to notice his house was only one floor, and there was only one other bedroom besides his and Donna's. entering the kitchen he was greeted by the sight of a round floating robot with three eyes. "Killer robot!"
Diving behind the couch, Cleveland wait for the machine to attack, but; to his surprise nothing happened. He peeked out to see the robot setting the table.
"Good morning, sir!" it said chipperly. "I do so love our morning greeting, you screaming and diving for cover is always a good chuckle."
"Uh… yeah…." Cleveland said. "I'm still stuck in Junior's game."
Getting up, Cleveland brushed himself off and went to sit down at the table. To his confusion, instead of the bacon wrapped sausage dipped and fried in pancake batter he was given a bowl of cornflakes.
"Excuse me, where is my usual breakfast of food wrapped in other food and dipped and fried in yet another food?" he asked, as the robot poured milk onto his cereal.
"Afraid that's not too healthy for you, sir," it said. "Doctor's orders."
In the other room a baby began to cry.
"Cleveland can you take care of that, please?" Donna called.
Sighing in annoyance, Cleveland stood up and made his way into the baby's room. Walking over to the crib he looked down at the baby.
"Damn! You uglier than Junior was when he was a baby," Cleveland said, causing the baby to just keep crying. "Shut up, I said shut up!"
Picking up the baby he began to shake it.
"Shut up shut up shut up!" he yelled. When a smell hit his nose, he frowned. "Dammit he pooped himself, Donna! Not Junior needs changing!"
"Codsworth can take care of it," Donna called back.
"Who's- oh right the robot," Cleveland said, tossing the baby across the room, Cleveland went back into the living room and headed for the door. "Donna, I'm going out to get something to eat!"
Opening the door, Cleveland was greeted by a man holding a clipboard.
"No!" Cleveland exclaimed, kicking the man in the stomach and slamming the door. Sitting down on the coach, he flipped on the tv as Donna came into the room carrying the still crying baby. "Cleveland, why was the baby on the floor?"
"I don't know, maybe Codsworth dropped him," Cleveland said, changing the channel. "Why's he still crying? Shut him up."
Sirens began to blare outside. Donna jumped up and ran to the door and opened it.
"Oh my God! We gotta get to the Vault!" she shrieked, running off.
Cleveland stretched and made his way after her. Making his way up towards where all the other people were running, Cleveland made time to stop and admire the scenery.
"Junior? Junior you there?" he asked. "Probably left me for food."
Finally, Cleveland made his way up to the top of the hill and began riding the elevator down into the vault.
"What're we gonna do Cleveland?" Donna asked.
"Probably live underground until something bad happens," he said. "I hope something fun happens soon."
20 minutes later Cleveland was riding the elevator back up to the outside world.
"Alright, I spent too much time squashing those giant bugs," Cleveland said. "Time to do some exploring."
Walking down the hill, Cleveland found Codsworth still somehow alive and almost unscathed from a nuclear blast.
"Mr. Brown! You're back!" the robot exclaimed. "Where are Ms. Donna and master Junior?"
"They're dead and or kidnapped," Cleveland replied, drawing his pistol. "Hold still."
After wasting all his ammo, the annoying robot was still following him around.
"I don't think I can take this robot much longer," Cleveland muttered. "I hope Junior comes back soon, I'm getting bored with no one to talk to."
"I'm back daddy," Junior said, as if on cue. "Ms. Donna took us out to Red Lobster."
"What?" Cleveland exclaimed.
"Yeah, you'd be surprised at how cheap it is without you there," Junior replied. "What did I miss?"
"Nothing, just me trying to kill this robot," Cleveland said. "He won't leave me alone."
When Codsworth floated out of Cleveland's line of sight, Cleveland took off running down the road. He made it almost to a gas station before someone began shooting at him. diving behind a ruined car, Cleveland peeked out and began firing back at the guys attacking him. finally, it was over and Cleveland came out from behind the car.
"Off to a good start already," he said, when a dog came into sight, Cleveland slowly looked around to see if there were any tigers or rhinos nearby. "Don't see anything. Alright, I'll be nice. Come here dog."
Just as the dog was about to lick his hand, Cleveland suddenly found himself somewhere else again. Instead of the wasteland, he was in some small rural village. All around him people in old fashion clothes were running around screaming.
In the distance, he saw a large army approaching.
"Goddammit," he muttered, right before an arrow hit him in the shoulder. "Goddammit!"
END CHAPTER 3