>>4440
>Or Moira Brown
Thanks for that idea, pal, she was a complete and utter fucking sadist in FO3. I decided to write this once I found this pic.
>You're standing about a good few hundred meters outside the city of Megaton, in a flat, lifeless expanse of The Wasteland as Moira clambers on top of the priceless military hardware you spent the last couple of days almost killing yourself for
>"Wow, anon, I can't believe you found the last survivng Robo-Guard in existence, just for me! I mean sure, you may have been exposed to more rads than Guy Fieri at a 90s skateboarding contest, got cut to shreds by wild animals and shot to pieces by raiders, but you got it here in one piece! Let's try it out!"
>Moira picks up the remote control and starts tapping buttons. Without warning, you suddenly hear several gunshots and your vision turns red as you fall to the ground in agony, your lower legs completely shattered.
>"Oopsie, that was the minigun. I should be more careful, eh?"
>Still on the ground, Moira begins to try and drive the Robo-Guard as she sits on top of it. It's evidently more powerful than she expected as she starts zipping around, almost falling off the machine as it hauls her across the barren desert at impressive speeds. Just as you're about to get over the pain from being shot in the legs point blank with a minigun, you feel something spinning roll onto your back before an excruciatingly heavy weight pushes down on it. You try to yell but your face is firmly planted in the sand. Moira has just run you over with the Robo-Guard.
>"Oh no, this isn't good at all!"
>With a little more fiddling, she reverses the Robo-Guard back over your spine and pulls away, stopping a few feet in front of you.
>"Oh I'm so sorry, that wasn't supposed to happen at all! We need to go back to my place quickly to get you patched up at once!"
>With most of your bones broken, almost completely unable to move, Moira gets a rope and fastens your upper body to the rear end of the vehicle. They dig in to your limbs, and every surface she drives over causes more pain to flash over you, as your legs drag unsupported over sand and stone.
>Eventually, the two of you return to Craterside Supply. Moira hops off the Robo-Guard, leaving you outside as she fetches her medikits to fix you up with. Strangely, she doesn't untie you and drag you inside, instead deciding to leave you out in the open. Moira eventually returns, clutching medical supplies.
>"Now here's the deal, anon. I don't want you going out doing quests for other people. You don't understand how important you are to me! The fans demand a sequel to our Survival Guide and we need to give 'em one! You're going to do all my research and I'll write it up! It's going to be a bigger hit than the last one! I'll only fix you up if you say yes, and from this point on, you live with me. I'll experiment on you however I want, and I'll never let you out of my sight! Your daddy can wait, I'm more important than he is!"
>Reluctantly, you give yourself up to Moira. You dread the impossible suicide missions she's going to accompany you on as she watches from afar in her Robo-Guard, the one that almost got you murdered trying to bring it back to Megaton, and the same one that almost murdered you out in the Wasteland at the cruel hands of Moira. You also dread the "food" she's going to test out on you, the experimental treatments and repellents, and the injuries she's going to make you do to yourself.