Author's Note: I'll explain more later but I'll be working on this for a little while. As always, I own nothing.

Year: 2012

Location: Ruins of Crystal Cove, California.

Time:

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To say things have been insane for Crystal Cove is an understatement. It's been hell. Their own hometown and residents, along with most of the area, was under ruthless battle against an ancient demon affectionately called "The Evil Spirit." For yea- no, centuries, it endlessly muddled the minds of many mystery solving gangs from monks all the way up to families.

"FUCK!" a voice interrupted. The camera turns to a man, wearing run of the mill 60's era like clothing with an insanely oversized orange Ascot and white sweater. "It's some kind of portal to another dimension!" a second voice exclaims, the source being that of a girl around the same age as the ascot man, wearing an identical 60s era appropriate styled dress (albeit in purple). The young man turns to face her and three others who's faces are obscured. "If we shatter it… We can cut that thing's lifeline!"

The five of them quietly nodded and began walking towards their goal. Destroying the Spirit before the whole world is.

A few minutes had gone by into their offensive push against the Evil Spirit, and things were looking rather bleak. For starters, the first man was out of the count and surrounded rather quickly before throwing the heart to the girl from earlier. "VELMA! CATCH!" She shouted.

A third person wearing a rather woolen sweater is spotted grabbing the 'heart' she threw, trying to hop over a few demons but failing rather quickly. She then calls out to a man and his dog, both only using "10% of their power" against the demons until said man gets overwhelmed. Leaving the dog all alone against stopping the Spirit. Before a demon can grab him though, the dog PUNTS the 'heart' right into a crystal sarcophagus. Instantly stuttering it. Before anyone can react, a large black hole starts to form, sucking everything (Minus the five 'Meddling Kids') up, fading everything to white.

269 Years Later….

Time: 00:00, Midnight.

Location: ?, Nevada.

It's been a slow day for a town outside of what's left of Las-Vegas, and most of the townsfolk have gone to bed. Outside, the sky's are clear with not a cloud in the sky, giant radscorpions are trying to eat their way through a few raiders, and a representative west of the California Border is being prepped for his visit at Hoover Dam.

Our focus however, is towards the graveyard where the 'Ascot jock' is spotted. Albeit, in a dug-up grave passed out. A few mutated ravens tried to approach but flew away at the sound of footsteps and metal clacking. The jock from before jolts up at the noise, only to be greeted with a man.

He was wearing what appeared to be, in his mind, police riot armor. Aiming a rather massive revolver to his head.

The gunman's boots dusted to hell and back with old spurs, a rather weird electronic device around his left arm, and a red scarf around his neck. What made him very uneasy though was his face. It was covered neck to top with a helmet reminiscent of the robots Pericles had built, thankfully not to the extreme levels of it looking something akin to an SS Officer, but still put the boy on edge.

After a few moments of silence, the man began to speak, muffled by the helmet. "Now, I 'dunno what in the hell kinda light show was that. But you better start talking" He paused, cocking the hammer from half to full "else I'd bury your ass with the gangers."

"G- Gangers?" The jock asked, "What are you talking about? Where a-" He then turned to try and make a run for it but paused and gaped in horror. In the distance, was a fountain of bright lights and skyscrapers. However, not a single car can be seen moving nor heard! "I- IS THIS THE MOJAVE!? WHERE'S CRYSTAL COVE!? WHERES DAPHNE? SCOOBY DOO, WHERE THE FUCK ARE Y-"

"CHRIST ON A BIKE KID CALM THE FUCK DOWN!" The gunman shouted, holstering his revolver. "Listen, sorry for scaring your ass earlier with the gun, but chill yer ass out 'kay?" The jock nodded slowly, "Good. Now then.. All that aside, I was about to head out of town and noticed a light show up here in the 'spring's cemetery. Was hoping it was the bastards who left me to die but was greeted with your ass." The man paused as he eyed the kid up, "Judging by the clothes kid, yer pre-war?"

"P- Pre war?" The boy asked shakily, "What happened to the United S-"

"Nuked. Sorry kid, but the old world is gone…. War Never Changes in the wastes kid, so get use to killin…" As the gunman finished, the kid tried to think of something to say before quietly sitting down next to a "KEEP OUT" sign, crying his heart out.

"All my friends." He drawled, "Daphne… Scooby Doo… Guns… TRAPS! ITS ALL G-" Before he can continue, a magazine plops onto the kid's lap. He gasps in bittersweet joy, it's traps Illustrated! Before he can thank the gunman, he sits down next to him.

"Kid… I know times'll be tough for ya's but have it in my heart that yer friend's are out here in the Mojave.." He then offers the boy a rather oddly shaped drink.

"Figured you'd be 21 too, so here. On the house for ya. Now I best be off finding the bastard who robbed me. Won't be easy, but I'll lend you a helpin part on finding your gang. Wanna Join?" The man said, as the two sat back up after an odd amount of minutes staring at the moonlit sky. "Uh.. SURE!" The jock answered back excitedly, before perking up again. "Shit I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Fred Jones! Leader of Mystery Incorporated! What's yours?"

"M' Name?" The armored gunman asked, "Lost it in the robbing. Just call me Courier Six." With one final handshake, the camera fades as two trudge down the hill towards a certain town doctors house...

AN: Oh boy I got some explaining to do… So. Recently the fallout show was released. It wasn't bad persay but it wasn't good either. Like it's tearin the whole Fallout fanbase as a whole apart over the most schizo taking muddled lore nonsense I've seen in years.

Naturally I was tired of it and tried to move away.

Unbeknownst to me a few days later, At the time of me typing this a second season of the worst scooby doo reboot ever made (Velma) is being launched soon.

All on my birthday month as well.

Being the true maniac I am, I decided to put the Disney fic on hold (ITS NOT FUCKING DEAD I'LL JUST BE WORKING ON THIS AS A WAY TO FRESHEN MY FIC WRITING.) and decide to work on what will be the first and so far ONLY Fallout x Scooby Doo crossover…

Firstly, before you go on about what the hell's going on in the beginning, just go watch the franchise's Mystery Inc Show. it does a way better job explaining the situation I based the scene off of than I can at 2 in the morning.

Second off, Much like a few fic's I've seen where other characters are sucked into NV and have to trog through the full game like Snowflake in the Sand or other fics of that nature, this'll follow the same path…. With the minor exception being it's my 250 plugin Load Order and insanely Schizophrenic Six that won't hit on said characters from Scooby Doo. (I got something cooking for Six though. Don't worry.)

The rest of the gang will appear, but it'll be added on slowly over time. Will also think of outfits, Weapons, and Special Stats for each gang member.

Anyways, that's all I can say for now. Next chapter will come whenever I ain't losing my sanity.