An: I own nothing. First fanfic I've written as well so I maybe rusty at this. Let's get started.

"This is Mr. New Vegas, reminding you that, along with Deano', you're nobody 'til somebody loves you. And that somebody is me. I love you…"

OST Begin - You're Nobody till Somebody loves you.


Location: ????? (Six's POV)

Time: ??????:

Mr. New Vegas.. Even when I'm in some new area of the wastes or not even close to House's jewel of the Mojave from some fuck up on the Transportalponder, my ancient Pipboy 2k somehow still picks him up..

Guess I'll start from the beginnin'… My name is Courier Six, or "Junior" to my squad. You're probably wondering what the hell I was doing in the Mojave, right?

Truth be told I sometimes lose track from all the random bullshit I see out on the wastelands. Thanks a-lot Benny. Fuckin' prick.

For starters, I've met a super mutant only saying "Mothafucka" and heard Mr. New Vegas switching from his normal songs to literal animated movie holotape recordings for some reason.

Hell, I've seen what I can describe as a "Gun fetish addict" Ranger arguing with a first recon soldier on some pre-war camp in former Louisiana. And this is coming from the same fucker who survived "Schizo Elijah's Wild Ride" for fuck sakes with all 37 bars! I REALLY DON'T WANT TO REMEMBER THAT HELLHOLE.

Anyways 'nough ranting, where was I? Ah! Yes.


In this weird situation I do remember! The answer? It's Legion Assassins.

Yeah even after pushing their asses back with house, shooting up their Leader and Legate, they somehow have enough men to try and take my head. Usually I'd topple over 'em with a few quick shots via my Sequoia, but bastards somehow hit the Transportalponder and sucked me and my companions up.

After laying on the ground biding my time on what to do next, I finally got off my lazy ass and tried to say something but realized a few things.


One, I'm sitting on a few pile of leaves and branches, two there's living trees, three it's a creepy fucking forest, and four, most of my companions minus Raul and ED-E passed out on a tree are gone.

"Where the hell am I?" I thought. Naturally I tried looking into my pipboy's map but got an error message.

"God damnit." I muttered. "No satellite connection. Hope to the lord I can find some damn road or village. From the looks of things, it seems like I'm in pre-war... France?"

I took one more look at my surroundings making mental notes of the area while Raul and Ed-E start waking up. sigh. "I just hope Billy is alright…"

OST End


Location: Central Pennsylvania??? (POV Change

Time: 07:00

In a small town located in central Pennsylvania, a small Immortal sentry bot crash-lands into a wooden house. The occupants, A middle aged married couple both in 1910s attire, jumped by surprise and started screaming at each other.

"JIM DEAR." The 'wife' Screamed.

"SOMETHING JUST FELL THROUGH THE HOUSE. GET THE TRENCH STICK, NOW!"

Her husband, presumably the man next to her with brown hair and a neatly combed mustache starts to rush downstairs and body block the dogs from entering the room the sentry bot fell into. He's later seen loading a Winchester 1897 he kept from his time in the army.

"I KNOW ELIZABETH, GET THE PUPS OUT OF HERE BEFORE I-" He was cut off when the sentry bot suddenly started to boot up with what sounded like a windows XP computer startup noise.

"RAAAAGH, I FUCKING HATE ROMAN LARPERS. WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON THOSE COCK SUCKING FAILUR... OH.. WAIT A FUCKING SECOND. WHERE THE FUCK AM I? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO FUTURE MEAT BAG- HOLY FUCKING SHIT MY SCANNER'S ARE DETECTING A LITTER OF ADORABLE PUPPIES. RAAAAAAAA-"

The sentry robot, Billy v666's voice suddenly gets cut off and starts to play another voice instead. "HELLO VALUED CARTOON CHARACTERS! YOU HAVE SOMEHOW MANAGED TO OVERRIDE THE COMBAT ROUTINES AND MADE HIM OVERLY AGGRESSIVE ON ANYTHING THAT IS CONSIDERED ADORABLE ON THIS LOVEABLE IMMORTAL SENTRY BOT FROM HELL. MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON US ALL. THIS HAS BEEN A RobCo PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUCEMNT!"

The couple, now named Jim and Elizabeth both started screaming in confusion, "WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING!?" As the camera slowly cuts out to Billy making a dash towards the couple's dogs.


An: Yep. You read that right kids, I give you the first semi-true Fallout x Disney fanfiction on this site.

I have read a ton of fics over my tenure on this hellspawn of a world and one thing always bugged me.

"Why the hell hasn't there been a crossover fic on the world of Disney and Fallout? Or hell, any good FPS game in general?" This is my half-assed answer to it.

Think of it as a "100th anniversary to Disney" birthday present if ya will. Now let me set some ground rules really quick.

First-off, I ain't no fic expert. This my first time writing one. I'm only doing this just for the hell of it and will be seeing how long my brain can handle this before I loose my sanity and dive back into my other hobby of obscure railroad lore hell.

Second, we ain't touching a Bethesda Fallout neither. Fuck you Todd Howard. Everything here is pertained to my 250 plugin modded New Vegas build I've ran for years, mod links and references will be provided at the end of the first chapter (if not I'll do it when I find the time for such). Ditto for my Courier's stats.

Third, it maybe a "Fallout x Disney" fic but don't let that fool ya. I've added a few other FPS titles into this mix and a little more add chaos into this mostly wholesome fairy tale lovey-dovey world. Only other I will mention right now, is Blood. Yes. Monolith's "holy build engine trinity, holy fucking shit Civvie-11 sucks at cultist murdering" Blood will be included.

Few more things before I end the chapter:

Billy isn't my character, it's a companion mod that in my opinion is one of the best that ever graced Nexus Mods, hell I'd say nearly on par with Bad Mothafucka.

If you want to experience him, here's the link: https/newvegas/mods/56348.

Pip boy mod I'm using and mentioned once can be found here: https/newvegas/mods/65980.

I also couldn't resist referencing Mikeburnfire. I used to love that shit back then and still do. Especially "Trash Panda" Zach's Gun Rants.

Also, if you're wondering why Six is such an ass, it mostly boils down to being roped into situations he doesn't want to be in. All he wants to do is drink scotch and kill Roman Larpers and Brahmin Barons. Not to mention being diagnosed with the Wild Wasteland trait long before Benny, (RIP Matthew Perry) domed him with 9mm doesn't help the case neither.