Prompt: Fallout
From: Hades Lord of the Dead
A/N: this is a silly little idea I came up with after finding out that Fallout is a videogame. So, this will be very, very, VERY historically inaccurate, but I hope you all enjoy this oneshot anyway! Beware- this might not be accurate for Fallout, as I've never played it. Don't know if more than one player can play, but oh well! 😊
P.S. Fallout, it's characters and Sherlock Holmes and co belong to their rightful owners.
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It was not an ordinary week at Baker Street.
By that, I mean that on Tuesday, we received a strange screen of sorts that played pictures on the screen. It was...it was something that was beyond my ken, but Holmes somehow worked it out, with his supercilious intellect.
And then, two days after, we received this strange box with a small shiny circle in it, with the word 'Fallout' written on it.
"I don't know nothin' about it, Doctor Watson!" Charles Minnow, the postman, exclaimed as he handed me the box. "Have you figured out what that box my colloeague brought you on Turesday?"
"Well, Holmes has. I've no idea. He's calling it a 'television' seeing as it shows random pictures on the screen when you turn it on," I replied wearily. "He's using it to look for crime reports, and weather forecasts for potential crime scene investigations."
"Poor sod," Said Murrow, sympathetically. "I get the feeling, Doc, that that thing will have him in Bedlam before Friday. I would be." He nodded sagely, as though he knew what he was talking about.
I have reasons to believe the contrary.
"Well, thank you," I said politely. "I wonder what Holmes would make of this."
Murrow threw up his arms in bafflement before shuffling up the path to the steps. I closed the door and then called on my flatmate.
...
"And you see, Watson, this disc goes in here and it contains pre-written information on it, which is then broadcast onto this!" He patted the television.
"How do you know this, Holmes?" I asked in bafflement.
"I have no sodding idea, Watson. I couldn't write this if I wanted to," He answered. "Anyway, it seems that this disc requires some sort of interaction with...us."
"What is it, Holmes?"
"Looks like it's asking whether we'll be playing in French, English or Italian." He answered, staring at the screen. "Well, what do you say, Watson?"
"Holmes, I'm...I'm not sure I could- or want to."
"I'll lock you in the lumber room with Mycroft and the rainbow kittens again. Whilst they sing space opera!" My friend threatened, folding his arms and fixing me with an icy stare.
"Alright! I'll play the wretched thing!" I sighed, not even wanting to ask where on Earth Holmes found two black pieces of plastic with buttons dotting them.
"Ah, splendid! You are an erstwhile companion, Watson!"
"Just don't be a sore loser about this," I warned, and we began the game.
...
There were three characters to pick from in the game; there was Albert Cole, who was a negotiator and charismatic leader, with a background in the legal system; there was Natalia Dubrovhsky, who was a talented acrobat and intelligent and resourceful granddaughter of a Russian diplomat in the Soviet consulate in Los Angeles, and Max Stone, the largest person in some strange place called 'the Vault' and he was well known for his strength and stamina but lacked somewhat in intelligence.
"Well, I am not playing a fool or a woman!" Holmes snorted, selecting Albert Cole for his character. "Your go, Watson!"
"Holmes, be tasteful for our readers," I chided half-heartedly, debating inwardly whom to pick for my character. In the end, I selected Natalia, for she did remind me of Mary with her intelligence. Even though I had no idea what it was her grandfather was the Russian diplomat of.
"Now, we begin!" Holmes cried, and we were at once taken to some sort of disaster zone all the way in the 22nd century- a time unbeknownst to us. Heck, we couldn't even understand the technology we were using!
Speak for yourself, old chap. ;)
I really must work out how to stop Holmes scribbling on my notes. And what the hell is that symbol drawn beside his statement?
...
We were fighting to save our home 'Vault 13' from a water shortage. What ridiculousness! Although, that chip could come in handy for our own foul water systems. I wouldn't have to lose so many patients to cholera, and I could help other patients with less preventable illnesses, such as cancers.
It turned out the game required us to make various choices throughout the game, whenever we hit certain points. We ended up going south to some bizarre place called Junktown, where on meeting the mayor, Killian Darkwater, we had the option to either bring the corrupt casino head- some criminal minded chap called Gizmo - to justice, or help Gizmo assassinate Killian to take over the town for ourselves.
I was all for helping Killian get the town safely from Gizmo's clutches, but Holmes looked as though I was the most boring person in the world for saying that.
"Come on, Watson! It's not real!" He said. "Now is my chance to break the law and not get punished for it!"
"Holmes, you break the law anyway." I point out. "Think of all the unlawful things we have done!"
"Well, it's normally for the greater good, Watson. Besides, I can kill this man and not get hanged for it!"
"...is there something the matter, Holmes? Never thought I'd hear you want to kill a man." I told him. "Apart from Mycroft or Lestrade, perhaps. Or Gregson."
Holmes shrugged. "I'm feeling a little bold today, Watson. Besides, I never got to kill Winters for shooting you during the Three Garridebs case."
"..."
"Doctor?"
"...well, go ahead." I allowed, a tad reluctantly. "Better a fictional mayor than our friends, anyhow."
Holmes beamed as he pressed a button and Cole shot Darkwater dead with one bullet through the chest.
Gizmo flashed an evil, Milverton- like smile at Cole, and I shuddered. Natalia gazed indifferently at the dead man's body before somersaulting to join Gizmo and Cole.
...
About half an hour later- or more, I just know it was definitely at least a half hour had passed whilst laying this ridiculous game, we decided to take a break as our thumbs were cramping up.
"Watson, thank you for putting up with my flummadiddle interests. And my threats of using Mycroft and his rainbow kittens to torture you." He said to me sincerely as I massaged his thumbs ignoring the cramps in my own.
"Well, that's what friends are for, Holmes," I smiled. "And you know, that was actually more fun than I expected."
"Likewise. Shall we continue?" He asked me.
"Oh, yes. After dinner?"
"Naturally, my dear Watson."