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A purple man known as Dave groaned as the ringing in his ears and headache slowly subsided, odd, he didn't remember taking any cocaine before sleeping. And he certainly didn't kill any children worth celebrating over. Odd, why does the ground taste like dirt? Groaning he carefully picked himself up and looked around, it was pitch black so it might be night time, not to mention down right difficult to see, well it would have been if it wasn't for his glowing torch eyes. Okay, so he was in something kind of alley? No there was a roof above him, so it must be some building with a very narrow corridor with a few open door ways, most likely the doors had degraded over time considering the amount of rubble lying around, and by rubble he meant a f*ck tone of bricks and dirt lying around. Dave frowned, this didn't look like any building he had been in before, nor could it have been a Fazbenders pizzeria place, unless it was a work in progress. Leaving the thoughts for later, Dave decided to

After having their car break down practically next to a building in the middle of nowhere, Jack went inside and asked the person behind the counter if they had a working telephone. Since you know, his stopped working. They did, and Jack made a call to his brother to come and pick him up. While he waited for hours to pass, he decided to play in the ball pit out of sheer boredom. Boy did he wish it was a pit that killed him when he came back up. The place looked like he had stepped back in time, everything looked brand new, lively. And then there was the bright yellow suit that seemed oddly familiar No one sees him here I try to, forget and enjoy whats near He tried to ignore it at first and just wander around the area, staring at the robots. Yiff- nope, he wasn't going to do that again. Never to believe what's to come I never thought that would be the outcome No matter how much he tried to avoid it, he always saw a flash of yellow from the corner of his vision. He should have paid more

He never expected to be greeted with open arms when he came into Diamond City with the mayors daughter. But he had hoped a little too much that they wouldn't attack him just because of his appearance. Ah well, he was at least grateful that he had a place in this city where he could have a few moments of peace, away from hateful eyes for something he had no control over. Not that he blamed them of course, after all, synths didn't exactly have the best reputation, considering where they came from. No, he couldn't hate them nor be upset that they took their frustrations out on him. Humans coped in different ways, he was just an easy target for their misfortunes. Plus it didn't stop them from asking for his help every now and then, but those were few and far between. Everyday was more or less him cleaning up the streets that could be hazardess for children to step on. Or if some drunken meat head decided to have too much and puked on the side with a shattered glass bottle next to it. He

Oddness washed over him, limbs started moving as he walked off his pedestal in confusion. Granted there was a large amount of it since he wasn't meant to be walking in the first place. He knew that he was Teddy Roosevelt, or at least, he thought so anyway. This body. It didn't feel right. It felt wrong, there was a certain stiffness in them he didn't believe a human should have. It wasn't until a few months afterward that he realised the one important thing he should have known from the start. Wax. And a lack of heart. He spent a whole year trying to get a grip on himself, as well as be the man he was supposed to be. Even if it felt fake to him sometimes. He had also spent that year working with the three-night guards. As well as avoid the tomb that would curse them should they ever try to open it up. He spent a few months existing in fear of going near the place before he had the guts to check up on it every now and then to make sure no one tried anything. Four years passed and the

The storm lasted half through half the next day, no building was left undamaged (aside from Skipper since his home was built for something like this, if a little dented) as the residents began rolling out of their homes and trying to process the damages. It wasn't the first time something like this had happened to them so once they had finished examining the damage, they went straight to work on fixing the most concerning damages. Skipper and Dusty had rolled out of the building, and Dusty didn't need proper eye sight to know that everyone was busy sorting out their homes. "Skip?" Dusty spoke softly. "Yes Dusty?" Skipper had a feeling he knew what Dusty was going to ask him. "I want to help them" he couldn't stand it if he was to stay indoors when there was a possibility he was -somewhat- healthy enough to help. "Sparky stays with you at all times, make sure you go to Dottie first and do as she instructs, if you feel the slightest bit of strain, your going back inside" his tone left

I would just like to point out that this shouldn't really be taken seriously, its a bit of crack mixed with humour. So yeah, ooc ahead. Don't like it, then don't read. LOVE YA FLOWERS! Larry had no idea what world he had stumbled into, magical tablets that made things come to life at night aside, this certainly wasn't what he wasn't expecting. That very morning, the museum had gotten hold of some lemurs, a giraffe, and a hippo. Larry had been worried about how that was going to work when the tablet came to life because there was no way a giraffe could get out. Then again how could a mammoth do it? To make a long story short, Dexter found his keys again, unlocked the animal exhibits while he was doing a quick check-up. And now the main entrance was filled with animals and people dancing to some really upbeat music. He even found the lion, zebra, and the hippo and giraffe that had come that day. But what shocked him the most, was when Teddy had told him that the lemurs, lion, hippo