AN: Well I'm back. Sorry for the wait. I'll explain more later. Also ya know the drill. I Own Nothing.
Time: 01:50.
Location: Prospector's Saloon. Goodsprings, Nevada
Just on the other side of town, Doc Mitchell, the town's only doctor, was just about to hit the sack after a very long day. He had to deal with patching up a courier getting shot in the head and had to tend towards some of the townsfolk after the gunfight between them and the Powder Gangers. While he was grateful that nobody in the town was killed, besides all of Joe Cobb's gang members of course, it was still bone breaking for the old man and was glad to finally start getting some rest…
…that was until he heard some knocking. Getting out of bed, The doc walked to the door and was greeted by The Courier, only this time he had a "dressed in a pre-war sweater and orange ascot" along-side him. The doc, ever so calm and friendly broke the silence and began to speak, "didn't expect ya ta stay longer here, Six." He smiled, then turned to face the stranger, "nor your little friend there. What's his story?" He asked.
"The kid's name is Fred Jones." The armored mailman replied, "Found him in the same spot Victor did a bit beaten up. Think you can do th' same song n dance with the bearings and questions?" Doc Mitchell took a look at the kid at a closer glance. Sure enough, there were a few bruises here and there but not to the extent as the Courier's but noticeable all the same. Sighing he let the two in and closed the door.
Once they were inside, the old man ordered Fred to sit by the bed while he conversed with Six. During which, he began to think about where the rest of the gang would turn up. "I hope the rest of the gang are okay… Shaggy and Scooby are probably stuck in a 'food paradise' and Daph? I swear if they hurt her in any…" Before he could continue, the old doctor started to face his way and get his attention.
"Alright, now I need you to roll up your sleeves for a bit.. Your injuries ain't grave, but this'll speed up the whole process." The Doc said, as he raised one hand with a small needle-like object in its grasp. Fred did as he obliged and braced for the worse. Instead of passing out though, he felt… Better? "W- What the hell was that Mister?" He asked a bit weary, only to get a small chuckle from the man.
"Just the marvel of Stimpaks. And, you can call me Doc. Mitchell.." He calmly replied, before noting a few small drops of sweat from his face. "Now I ain't a psychiatrist, but I can easily tell you're stressed from something."
"I am." Fred replied, "Usually when we were out mystery solving, all sorts of people would try to scare or knock us out." He said. "Don't need to worry 'bout that here in Goodsprings, Fred." The Doc replied back, helping him back up. "Now then, mind heading over to that Vigor Tester machine there? It won't bite."
Fred saw him pointing at a weird looking machine, reminiscent of an old 'love test' machine that was in The Bloody Stake. Nodding, he slowly made his way to the machine and after some fiddling with whatever "SPECIAL" means, was done. "All done!" Doc Mitchell, took a gander and was a bit impressed at the results. "Now, some of my patients don't get out of bed like being shot and then move like they was in perfect control. You're unusual, I'll say that." He said, then gestured to Fred, "Well seems like you're in good order, but that don't explains on how's ya ended up here, kid. Follow me and you, me and Six will discuss 'bout that."
The two make their way towards where the courier is in the Living room, his helmet off drinking a bottle of scotch. Fred froze at the sight of his appearance. In some angles, he looked like his Step-Dad/Real Dad Combined. The key difference is two faint 9mm shaped scars right above his eyebrow. Nobody said a word as Fred grabs the drink he gave the kid earlier sits across from Him and Doc Mitchel.
"You okay there, Kid? Looks like ya seen a ghost." Six said. "Well, yeah! Kind-of! You look incredibly much like my Real and Step-Dads. Fuck! I can see my family's nose right on your face!" He said freaking out a bit before continuing. "Are you my Grand-Dad? Uncle? I don't care about Nibiru anymore bu-"
"Woah there kid! Settle down…" Doc Mitchell intervened. "I did some DNA sampling from Six here and it turns out it's none of those." He answered. "Oh thank you! Now then, wh-' 'You're actually Six's biological son." Fred started to spit some scotch out of his mouth mid drink after hearing that. "WHAT THE FUCK!?" Fred exclaimed. "HOW!? HE DOESN'T HAVE THE SAME HAIR AS MY PARENTS PRE NIBI-' 'SON!" Six intervened, trying to stay calm "I know that sounds insane for all of us. Hell, even to the readers [WILD WASTELAND], but it's not the end of the world-' 'END OF THE WORLD?" Fred cried, "I ALREADY WENT THROUGH THAT AND IT'S CALLED NIBIRU!" The two wastelanders looked at each other at the same mention of that. Nodding, Six decided to ask the dreaded question. "Son, what the fuck's a Nibiru?" Sighing, Fred started to explain the situation.
"Nibiru was this ancient Sumerian prophecy thing that was gonna unleash this… Evil Entity? Everything was such a blur to me back in Crystal Co-' 'Crystal Cove?" Six interrupted, "I heard of that." Fred perked up at the mention of that, "Y- You heard of that abomination!?" He exclaimed.
"The Entity? Few pre-war books mention it an' been through what's left of the town myself. 'Round 2010s it said some kids destroyed it and disappeared' 'I was one of them! Is it still around?" Fred interrupted, hoping that it was able to rebuild after his gang's sacrifice. "Never thought I'd have a son kill a demon. Wish I was 'round." Six replied softly, before focusing on the topic.
"Yeah the town rebuilt from what I read although… I'm sorry to say this son, nukes decimated it like most areas. Last I went through there, it was crawling with feral ghouls, radscorpions, lotta weird skeleton costumes and monsters I don't think Radiation has a lick of reason behind them, and some rather odd lookin' bots ripped straight outta pre-war Germany I had to wipe out." Fred felt like collapsing after hearing that. His gang was successful, sure, but were never able to return home. Their friends, families, allies, and even hang-out spots are all gone.
"Fred." The jock faced up at the sound of Doc Mitchell's voice. "I know what it's like having somethin' taken from ya… But moping ain't the way to solve it." He paused as he offered Fred a handful of items. "Here. If you're gonna be traveling out in the Wasteland looking for your friends, you're gonna need these. The device there is a Pip-Boy. Before the war, Vaults were built across the Country with the intent of sheltering people from the bombs' 'Even though some were commissioned by a branch of the U.S Government and experimented on thousands of dwellers."
Six's reply shocked Fred. "Why the fuck would they do th- oh right. Communism." He said, answering his own question mildly. "My vault was lucky enough to be a control one until a while ago. We all got one. Ain't much used to me now here, but after what you've been through kid. You're gonna need it. Them Clothes and Weapons are courtesy of your Pa. He couldn't find much use for 'em anyways so he's offering them for ya. Your Pa will wait for ya outside and you're always welcome to come back for help. I'll fix ya up."
The doctor finished as Fred went to the bedroom and inspected what he was given. For starters, the clothes offered were a white T-shirt similar to his sweater but with black dot patterns around the shoulders and sleeves. Its pants were well dusty and worn, much like the duster itself with what Fred assumed was an 'old war flag.' Rounded all off with a brown Ten-Gallon to match.
"Heh." He chuckled, "My own 'dead justice' outfit. Thanks dad." He said, reminiscent of his time going out to a western town in a cowboy outfit for a mystery and the ghost of Dead Justice. He had to admit, Dead Justice was his favorite mystery. While putting on his new outfit and Pip-Boy, he hadn't taken a look at the weapons yet. Rolling back the sheets, he nearly froze. Instead of one, it was Five.
The first Fred could easily recognize was an unmodified Colt Model 1911 with an optional silencer. The second one caught his attention the most. It was also a Colt. Only this time it was the fabled Single Action Army revolver. It's barrel and grip coated with engravings! Grinning, Fred picked both pistols up and holstered them on each side of his hip before inspecting the last three.
The third was a rather beaten up Winchester 1897. It had a few bloodstains across its barrel and was missing the heat shield entirely. To compensate, it was fixed with a Bayonet. "I don't know what the hell my dad solves out there." Fred muttered, "But god damn he knows his classics!" He finished as he picked up a classic Marlin Lever action chambered in .44 Magnum and "Upside-down BAR" called the Bren.
After adjusting his ascot in a bandanna fashion, he took one more look in the mirror before heading back out. So much occurred in the span of a few months for the meddling kid and now he can barely recognize himself. One day he was solving mysteries and going on dates with Daphne, the next he's out in the middle of a war torn Nevada armed and dangerous. Was he nervous? Yes. But he'll do anything and even if it means to kill, to get the gang back together.
Few moments later, he stepped outside for the first time in his new get-up. The night, still prevalent and kicking with enough time till dawn. "How'd ya like the gifts Fred?" The Jock turned to see Six, staring at him with his helmet on in front of the fence. "Bit Overkill, but thanks!" Fred replied. "Anytime, now c'mon. Let's head out."' Nodding, six fiddles with his radio and two set off on their way to find two things. A Platinum Chip, and the rest of Mystery Incorporated.
AN: Yeah I had to do a lore one, but honestly… Kind of alright with how it came out. Wondering about the Father-Son Thing with Fred and the Courier? Honestly did that as a jab at the bajillion times that's been done recently. One example that comes to mind is his dad being this… Puppet holding master thief? I don't fucking know. Anyways moving on.
The Armor Fred's wearing is from The Canon Courier Pack (the mod as of me typing this has been removed sadly.)
The weapon mods i'm using though is a mixture of the following:
WAP's Weapon Replacements for majority of the guns minus a few like the Hunting Shotgun (I use AWO's as it's much cleaner IMHO), Ranger Sequoia (I personally love Millenia's version of it more than WAP's), and Brush Gun (same reason as the Sequoia)
Classic Fallout Weapons Remastered.
Another Millenia, It's Addon pack, Tactapack, Sioux's Weapons, and ZL Armaments. (I'm friends with the creators so I WILL be promoting and shilling the shit out of them. Download their mods and join our discord now.
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And finally 123456's Mega Gun pack from the NH Arms Discord. Follow the first link and you'll find a copy of the download link there. It's too many weapons to reference but grab it if you're a gun nut like me.
Fuck I forgot. Here's Fred's SPECIAL stats.
S: 4
P: 6
E: 8
C: 6
I: 4
A: 10
L: 3
That's all for now. Sorry for the delay in this. Life exists. Have a good un.