AN: Once again. I own nothing. Let's continue this shitshow!
Location: Beast's Castle (Six's POV)
Time: 10:30
A few days passed by and THANKFULLY not much happened after our little Wolf clearing..
I did inform Mr. House about our little 'Elite' synth though.. Thankfully he isn't keen or even considering making a whole army of them like those bastards in the old MIT buildings do to people..
I figured around this time that Belle's father would be on his way to 'rescue' her, so I sent Raul and Graham out to fetch him. In the meantime however, Me, 3650 and ED-E are currently on patrol in case the damn village and Gaston come'a knockin' here to kill the 'beast'… Damn. Am I forgetting somethin-
"Adam C'mon! It'll be fun out there trust me~" The three of us stopped as we heard Belle's voice echo in our vicinity. Followed by Adam.
"Erm.. If you Insist Belle.. Though I would rather-"
"Read? Dans tes rêves, Adam… Now help me with the bird seed. I promise you'll love it!" She teased again, as the two went outside. So in between then and now, Me and Graham managed to persuade the two to go on a 'date' in the Castle Gardens..
I raised my hand at the Elite and ED-E as we followed pursuit in silence. That was until 3650 broke it.
"Hey Six." The Elite said, "Is it just me, or is Adam a bit..." His voice trailed off as we crawl on the snow.
"Nicer and speaking weirdly like an Italian?" I answered back, "Yeah, I noticed it too.. Let's worry about that later." I continued, "Let's see how this'll play out. Follow me and stay out of sight." I finished, as the three of us crouched behind a bush, pulling out a Dean Martin holotape whilst also watching the impromptu 'date'.
A few minutes later, in the gardens... (Belle's POV)
I'm not sure why or how, but I was enjoying my company with Adam recently. After the rather... Eventful, evening a few days ago, He actually softened at me. Monsieur Adam even gave me a whole library as a gift! I... I think I'm in lov-.
"Belle, think you can help'a guy 'ere with feedin' the fuckin 'uccellinis?" My thoughts were interrupted as I turned towards Adam's voice.
"OH! Uh.. Of course Adam!" I shakily replied, pulling a handful of seeds and giving it to him.
"Is your voice okay Monsieur?" I continued, "It's been starting to act up ever since the Library present."
"OH! Uh.. I'm fine Belle.. I never told you this, but sometimes this accent picks up once in a blue moon since I got cursed by that crazy broad." He replied back.
"I think I know a way to fix it," I teased, whilst walking away to grab his 'voice fixer.' "I sure hope this works"
"Belle? What the Hel-MMPH'' Adam's call towards me was abruptly interrupted by a fast hitting snowball. He turned to see me holding another, smirking mischievously.
"That's how ya want to play, signora?" He grinned, then started to roll up a massive snow boulder, "Yeah. Alright, Let's Da-PPMHGAH. C'MON BELLIE, GIVE A GUY A BREAK 'EERE, HUH!?" Adam laughed, not noticing a small shade of red on my face as we started to chase each other around the tree.
Some minutes have passed after my 'voice-fixer' prank and snowballs later, we were cuddled under a rather big tree, catching their breaths.. I je n'ai pas eu autant de plaisir since I arrived. I turned to face Adam when suddenly a rather... D'une beauté envoûtante song started playing around us.
[OST- Under the Bridges of Paris]
"You know Adam," I said, twirling my fingers around my hair in between the lyrics, "I always thought you would've been just a simple..
"A fuckin' jackass?"
"Yeah, a jackass." I replied, "But the more I've been interacting with you and learning of this whole curse, I felt more pity and just wanted to help." I bit my lip whilst hiding my face from Adam.
"Uh.. Thanks." He paused as he saw me blushing furiously under my red cloak. "Ya know I can see you're hiding something 'bout me, signora."
"Would it be shameful that I know you're hiding something else about me through these past few days?" I teased.
"How the fu- y-ya know what nevermind. How's about on the count'a 3 we exclaim it. Got it?" He asked again.
"Um.. S-Sure!" I replied.
"1."
"2."
"3/3."
"I'm in love with you/I'm in love with you" As we both replied, a blinding light started to surround us and Adam...
Quick POV Swap (Six's POV): "HOLY SHIT THAT ACTUALLY FUCKING WORKED? HOW? ITS BEEN ONLY A FEW FUCKING DAYS!?/Mega confused beeping" 3650 and Ed-E whispered loudly to me, rather shocked on how quick this curse was lifted.
"Don't know, don't care. The curse is gone and we don... Holy Shit." Just as I finish, the smoke and lights cleared around Adam causing my eyes to widen underneath the helmet.
A few seconds later... (Belle's POV): I slowly opened my eyes after the light died down. Looking around I noticed the exterior of the Castle was changed quite a bit, but I cannot find Adam.
"Adam!?" I yelled in confusion, hoping he's nearby. "Wh- What jus-"
"Er.. I'm up here." A groaning voice answered my calls.
I looked up and gasped. There on a branch was a man, just around my age with the same eyes from the painting I saw in the west wing and clothing Adam had on before that lightshow. The only difference was his face was more... Chisled and his hair was a mixed jet-black-brown.
"A- Adam?" I whispered "Is that-?"
"Yea it's me. Think you can uh.. Lend'a hand he-oh Fuc-mmph!" Adam stopped mid sentence as the tree he was on gave way and landed face first into my own, lips colliding, whilst the last of the song's lyrics drained out around us.
"Under the Bridges, of Paris with you..."
I... I slowly pulled him down for more and continued for a whole minute until a cough was heard.
"I'd make your dreams... Come Truee~.
[OST END]
Six's POV: I have seen bullshit love stories and holotapes in my life, but holy brahmin shit that was faster than seeing a virgin loosing her card in The Gomorrah for fuck sakes.
After seeing, I'd say, 1 minute of a cartoon holotape character and a made-man I immediately recognized kissing, I walked up and broke the smooching session. 3650 and ED-E Following suit.
"AHEM" Both suddenly stopped as I started to grab their attention. "While I'm glad you two got the damn secret out much to my amazement, faster than any love holotape I've seen… I believe you and.. 'Adam' is needed inside." I finished and started to help 'em up.
"What do you mean 'Adam', Six?" Belle quizzed back at me, straightening her dress.
"This may confuse everyone, hell even the reader [WILD WASTELAND], but that beast ain't Adam." I answered, then turned to the former Furry Deathclaw, his eyebrows rising with concern and intent to kill before softening as his voice broke the silence.
"Belle... I'm sorry." He said, "My name isn't Adam. Some fuckin' grim reaper gave me it after a night out fightin' fuckin Micks in an… Accident." He paused, then held Belle's hands.
"My name… Is Vittorio "Vito" Scaletta." He boomed, earning a small gasp from her. "I'll explain the best I can inside." He finished as we all went back inside.
"Sonuva bitch that was.. Weird. Wonder how the rest of this realm is handling.."
Location: New Orleans, Louisiana (POV back to Third Person)
Time: 21:00 (Several hours earlier) : In yet another part of the world, in what resembled a 1920s New Orleans, a bright light is shown in the sky before falling through the roof of a fancy mansion.
As the dust settled, a certain undead Boomer Shooter Gunslinger started to groan.
"Never trusting the Good Bitch with a landing again" Caleb groaned to himself.
"I'm with ya too, Pal.." Another said. [OST- Postal 2 Map Muzak]
Next to him was a man wearing a black trench-coat/skull t-shirt combo. His face was rather odd with a small bandage around the side of his head and wore some form of sun-glasses. "One minute you're trying to amend your Second Amendment Rights and the next I'm warped to whatever the fuck this is.." He calmly said before eying Caleb.
"Didn't know I'd have distant relatives with my sensible style of fashion." He said. "Just call me Postal-Dude uhm..." he trailed off
"Caleb." The gunslinger answered.
"Ah I see. Well it's nice t- wait why the fuck do I feel like we aren't a-" as if on cue, two voices started to scream in horror at the men.
"SWEET LORD WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?/DON'T ASK THEM THA-YEAAAAAAA" They said before being flung out of the balcony.
"HOLY SHIT BASKETS WAS THAT A TALKING FROG?" He screamed then realized something.
"I think so..." Caleb replied before getting up to examine the blue 'dress'. "Got any theories on where we are?" He asked before storing it away in his inventory.
"Well by the looks of things and much as I hate to say it, think we're in the world of Disney..." The dude sighed.
"Fucking wished it was the world of Crotchy..." The Dude sighed whilst Caleb stood up and stared at the balcony, hearing some chaos going on down below.
"Well I'm vamoosing my way out of here to find those frogs." Caleb sneered, "Want some take-out before following their tracks?"
"Sure." he said. "Always wondered what animated food'll taste like."
he answered as the two slid down the roof guns-a-blazing opening fire on anything related to the party that isn't a guest.
"FUCK!" The dude sneered in between swinging a shovel at a fat guy in a toga, "They went further into the bayou."
"Well let's not get hasty now and go play fetch." Caleb said in between his laughter as the two maniacs start running into the stormy night screaming like banshees, throwing lead and explosives at anything that moves. [END OST]
AN: HOLY SHIT THIS WAS LENGTHY. Now I originally wanted to drag the whole 'lovey-dovey' story but honestly, Nobody got time for that bullshit.
We're rushing these out faster than a TF2 Heavy Update. (Valve Pls)
So. Vito Scaletta as the beast… Why the fuck did I do that last second?
Honestly, just for the hell of it. The guy's been killing fuckers and had a rough life like our old pal Adam. So having him go through some Disney Bullshit Magic and ending up as 'Adam' is the next step. That and I honestly love Mafia II.
The way he was introduced was rushed, but at least it's better than quirky bullshit writing like Forspoken…. (Seriously, watch the OneyPlays videos on it. It does a better job of pissing all over the game than anyone else.)
I rewrote the small snippet from Mikeburnfire to Caleb as a way to give him more spotlight in this shit-show... AND by adding in another classic trench-coat maniac to the line of fire. Yep. It's Postal Dude. Writing him is fucking fun, I highly recommend it.
That's all for now. R&R