A.N: Thank you "Eh," for your review. I have noticed that I'm growing a bit too attached to the wasteland-y part of the story, but I assure you that they will be out of it soon. I'm afraid the tone is going to be quite dark throughout, though...that's just how I roll, as my other stories will testify...I don't even know why, to be honest. This story will have some genuinely light, fluffy, and touching moments in it, though.

Without spoiling too much, things will end well for at least one of the main characters.

(Also, I don't have Fallout 4.)

Also, don't worry too much about Rom and Ram...I don't plan on portraying anything graphic or offensive with them...maybe something implied at absolute worst (Also, don't forget that Linda and Warechu are the main characters, too.) In any case, I want to make it clear that drugs, rape, cannibalism, child abuse, kidnapping etc. are BAD, and you should not do them.

(Also, Rom and Ram won't commit incest. That's going to be a side plot involving somebody else.)

Again, thank you for your critique and concern, and I hope you enjoy the rest of the story if you plan on reading more of it.

~Talos Angel~

CHAPTER SIX: SETTING THE WORLD ON FIRE (as if this fic wasn't more Fallout than HDN enough, lol.)

-The mutant camp was an absolute mess; huts near the scene of the carnage were riddled with spears and bolts as if they were pincussions, with a trail of sloppy, sandy footprints leading over the dune to the now empty parking lot. A few mutated women and children stumbled about the open areas of the village, muttering and whispering amongst each other at the aftermath ofthe noisy spectacle that had just ensued. At the top of the hill, Kazaa emerged from his hut, boot print embedded firmly upon his face as he stared out across the village. He roared an echoing, dirgeish noise across the desert landscape as he kicked a small mound of sand next to his hut.

"Damn Linda!" Kazaa screeched, "Take my food! Thief Linda!" Lime followed shortly behind Kazaa, clenching her vicious neck wound as she winced with at least half of her eyes. She spotted a three armed, three eyed woman clad in rags staring idly at the central kitchen of the village, fiddling with the pots and pans that lay about. Lime sprinted over to the woman, and grabbed her shoulder like a hawk grabbing a mouse.

"You!" Lime sneered, "Cook food! Now!" The woman gasped in bewilderment as she stumbled backwards into a pile of pots. Lime snarled as she ripped a skinned arm hanging from the rack, and picked up a frying pan that was much too small for it. She huffed with frustration as she threw the objects at the three armed woman, hitting her square in the solar plexus with both. Kazaa stumbled down the hill towards the kitchen, his scowl apparent as he limped with a powerful uneasiness.

"Hungry." Kazaa growled menacingly, "Need eat. Now."

"This woman cook." Lime said as she gestured towards the mutant woman who was struggling to her feet, "No worry." Kazaa stomped his foot as he snorted.

"NOW." Kazaa hissed. Lime's face faltered as she looked about nervously, Kazaa practically breathing down her neck.

"Now now," A deep, yet effeminite voice called from behind Kazaa, "Didn't Arfoire teach you that patience is necessary to get the job done?" Kazaa frowned as he squinted his eyes. He turned around and saw the unmistakable image of CFW Magic floating before him, her HDD spikey wings protruding out to her sides asif she were a fallen angel come to judge them.

"Go away." Kazaa snarled, "Not in mood for you shit." Magic tilted her head to the side as she placed her hands upon her hips.

"Is that any way to greet the CPU candidate of your country?" Magic asked, a mocking coo in her voice. Kazaa huffed as he shook his head as Lime stepped to his side with a defiant scowl.

"Fucking leave." Lime barked, "Not CPU of THIS country. Kazaa greater than all CPUs."

"Of course he is," Magic said with slight annoyance, "And I will leave after you answer a question or two." Kazaa scowled as he stepped towards CFW Magic with a loud THUMP in his step.

"Ask, then leave." Kazaa muttered, "Me hungry, and want to eat." Magic smiled a sinister grin as she clasped her hands together.

"That's wonderful," Magic said softly, "Now answer me this; Have you seen our dear friend Linda with two adorable, young girls in tow?" Kazaa growled as he punched a nearby pile of pans, toppling them over as Lime stepped backwards.

"Fuck Linda!" Kazaa squealed, "Bitch stole my food! Eat girls, but ran away! Raider boys get her, though...They get her and bring her riiight back..."

"Oh?" Magic asked quisically, "Did they bring her back already?"

"They will." Lime growled defiantly, "Then we kill bitch and eat her." Magic's face furled into a frown as she shook her head.

"I see." Magic sighed, "Then there really is no reason for me to be here, is there?"

"What you planning?" Kazaa growled. CFW Magic wordlessly floated straight up into the air, becoming a tiny dot in the sky in a matter of seconds.

"What are you planning?!" Kazaa screamed to the heavens. Magic, who had barely heard the enraged cry, smirked as she looked down upon the village. She slowly pulled out a small, sleek phone, and placed it against her head.

"Alright, Judge," She said quietly over the phone, "Our girls aren't there at all. No reason to not burn the place down."

"My thoughts exactly." Judge's insane, sinister voice heaved over the phone. He hung up without a word, then emerged into the village from over a large dune. The mutants screamedand fell backwards at the sight of the massive, floating, robotic man who held a large, pipe organ looking corroded green cannon, it's pipes pointing all around the village as if each one were a separate, sentient being.

"So I heard you were hungry, boy," CFW Judge screamed out in his booming, crazy voice, staring Kazaa right in his eyes, "Well, I've got the perfect dish for ya; stir fried death!" Pods flew out of the pipelike device all over the village, bursting into flames and shrapnel that burned and sliced apart everyone and everything. Kazaa and Lime joined the choir of screams that erupted from the absolute destructive hell that Judge had created, the scent of burned flesh and boiled blood tickling his sensory panels. He let out a merry laugh as he floated up to get a better vantage point of the helpless mutants below. They were screaming and scrambling about like panicking ants as their homes and bodies burned to ashes, appearing as wizzing red sparks upon the tan sandy ground.

"Trick, you're the best!" Judge laughed with merriment as he spun his pipe weapon around with glee, "This thing is amazing!" CFW Magic drifted downwards to CFW Judge, smirking as she bumped the enormous robot with her elbow.

"I'm glad you're having fun roasting these traitors," Magic chirped, "But we really should get going. Our real prey has escaped." Judge shrugged as he shook his head.

"I don't know," Judge sighed, "I feel kinda bad about shafting Trick after he got me this spankin new weapon."

"We're not going to kill them, idiot." Magic groaned, "We're just going to do a...better job of taking the girls back to him."

"That doesn't sound like fun at all." Judge protested, "I would rather stay here and kill more muties." Both of them looked down at the village. While it was still burning, nobody was moving or screaming anymore.

"Looks like that's not an option anymore." Magic said, a hint of disappointment in her voice, "So let's go after the kids now."

"Can't I just blow up another settlement with this thing?" Judge asked in a bit of a whiny tone, "Maybe bomb a train?" Magic shook her head with a frown.

"Blind destruction has its uses, Judge," Magic sighed, "But only at the right time. We are going after those kids." Magic looked down at the empty lot for the buggies, and saw their tracks leading off into the distance. She nodded to Judge and gestured for him to follow. Judge grunted, but reluctantly followed behind.

"Oh, and this should be obvious," Magic sighed, "But don't let that boyscout CFW Brave know the...finer details of our victory here." Judge laughed as he nodded his head.

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P.S: This and the next two chapters were supposed to be one chapter, but it was getting too long, so I split it up into three chapters.