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Base of Operations: Wasteland, Megaton

December 18, 2274

Finally got in here. Fuck, it wasn't easy. Me and Bob got turned away at the gates a million times before the sheriff guy, Simms, finally let us in after about a dozen folks vouched for us. They damn well better have: we been watching one of the roads coming into Megaton, and probably saved a bunch of them from raiders and radscorpions a couple times each.

We're in the common house right now. Bob's on the floor cause he's so fucking huge, a bed won't hold him. All we gotta do is get a few more caps together, and we can build a house.

Megaton. Never thought I'd get in here. I mean, yeah, Razor'd had his eye on this place for years. We all wanted in, mostly so we could trash the place. But now... I just want a little house with Bob, a place where we can be safe and come home to. That ain't a cave full of fucking molerats.

December 19, 2274

The lady who runs the supply shop is a real nutjob, but she pays good. Bob and I went out scavving for her today. Moira had this long-ass list of shit she's looking for, so she can build things to sell. Electronics and pipes and circuits. I don't know what the fuck she needs it all for, but we ain't that far from Arlington from here. Lots of places around. Just gotta get out there and look.

December 20, 2274

Scribe's Note: There are multiple recordings on this date.

[begin entry 1]

Been wandering around town a bit, getting to know the new neighbors. Everybody talks about Moriarty's place, so that's where we're headed later. My leg was acting up again, so I stopped by Doc Church's clinic. He's a sour old bastard, but he takes care of you. Simms is always watching us. I think he's worried about Bob. Ain't no reason for it. Bob's really liking it here. We're all so little and breakable, he feels like he's keeping us all safe. I ain't got the heart to tell him that's Simms's job.

[end entry 1]

[begin entry 2]

I'm... sort of numb. There was a ghoul at Moriarty's. Gob. He... he knows Carol. Like, he's her son or something. I had to go behind the counter and give him a hug. I just... He brought me home. For a minute, I was back home, and you were there, and Carol... Even grumpy Winthrop. Must've cried on him for five minutes. Then Moriarty comes out and yells at him to get back to work, stop pestering the customers and shit. I almost went for my gun. Me and that bastard are gonna have it out if he gives Gob any more shit, I swear. Carol ain't here to look out for him, but I am.

[end entry 2]

December 23, 2274

Finally got enough caps scraped together. Bob and I have been scavving scrap from Springvale nearby, stowing it in one of the wrecked houses. Now we can make our own house. Simms sold us the spot above the Brass Lantern, real close to the gate. I've been drawing pictures for days of how I want it to look. That guy, Creel, said he'd help us get the walls up.

I got this idea, since Bob's so tall. I think we got enough scrap for two floors. I want lots of room for him to stand up straight if he wants to. Without bumping his head. I got a couple ideas. Ain't sure how to pull off any of them, but I'm gonna try.

Bob says my pictures are nice.

December 25, 2274

Everybody's having a party down by the bomb, having a good time at the Brass Lantern, so me and Bob had some fun ourselves up here in the common house. Except someone walked in on us while I was on him. I guess folks didn't know we were fucking or something, cause the bitch freaked. Well, they'll know now, that's for sure.

It's snowing, can you believe it? Feels like I ain't seen the snow in ages. Bob said the snow caved in the roof, then he got all serious again. I ain't sure what he's remembering. Probably not much; he ain't all that smart. But he can be nice when he wants to be, so it don't matter.

December 26, 2274

I ain't seen Bob all day. He just took off. I got no idea where he is. Anything could happen to him out there. I don't even know which way he went. And it's getting dark. If that fucking cunt losing her shit over us made him run off...

Can you... watch over him for me? I know, I know. He's... sort of in your place. But... I need him. He's good to me, in his way. Without you, I gotta have someone, you know? We take care of each other. I can't look after him if he's run off, so... can you maybe keep an eye on him?

December 27, 2274

Bob came back real early this morning, and I about cried. I hugged him so hard, and had to really try not to yell at him. He got all embarrassed and apologized and shit, then he did the weirdest thing: he gave me a teddy bear. I didn't know what to say. I asked what he was giving it to me for, and he said it was Christmas, and you're supposed to give presents on Christmas. Except... it ain't. That was a couple days ago. Last Christmas, all us girls got passed around the guys all at once. I hardly remember it, I was so fucked up that night. I think at one point, I had Razor in my ass, Chuck in my mouth, and Dingo in my pussy. Ain't sure where Jammer was. Probably up Noob's twat. She'd pass out real quick when the Jet wore off, and that's when he liked to fuck her.

[pause]

And Bob gave me a teddy. I didn't give him nothing. He said it was all right. He said... he remembered... there was someone who was real nice to him, back in that shack. He gave her a bear like this one. He must've liked her a lot, he said. Cause... it feels like he did. So... he wanted to give me one too. He went all the way to Arlington, looking for a fucking bear. And I didn't give him nothing.

[sobbing]

He's like you, ain't he? I could never make you feel good, but I can do that for him. Don't be mad at me, but... I think I wanna kiss him. It was real nice when you did it to me, so... maybe he'll like it. That'll be my present to him.

December 28, 2274

The walls are going up nice. We got the ground floor framed out and the panels nailed in. Billy Creel got Simms to come and help sometimes, when he ain't walking around giving new folks the eye. They think I'm nuts, wanting a big hole in the ceiling with just a bit of walkway around, but I got my reasons. Bob's my reason.

He liked the kiss. I kinda liked giving it to him. It was... I dunno. Different from you, that's for sure. He's got lips, for one. That ain't your fault, I know. It's just different. I licked his dick, too. He really liked that. There ain't no way I'm getting even a little of his dick in my mouth, but... I can lick it and rub it. He likes all that.

I'm putting a great big bed right in the middle of the floor here. Cause right now, the only place we got for fucking is the common room when nobody else is in there. That don't happen too often. Soon as this place is done, we're gonna warm it up good.

I'm getting so I... I really like fucking him. It's getting slower and nicer. I'm getting off almost every time. He loves watching me ride him, and gets this big grin on his face when I come. Until you and him, I never got off with nobody. I kept thinking I liked dick, but... I ain't so sure that was what it was all about. Cause now... I ain't doing it so he won't kill me, or so he'll like me, or give me things. I wanna do it. I wanna make him feel good. I wanna feel good with him.

It was like that with you, but... more, you know? I would've killed to get you off. I would've done anything. So... I guess I'm kind of giving him everything I wanted to give you. Except... it's for him, not... not you. I hope that's okay.

December 29, 2274

Finally found out what Moira's been tinkering with in her workshop. She calls it a Rock-It Launcher. Shoots junk, basically. Load it up with scraps and shit, and it throws a wad of it at the target. Bob and I helped her set up outside the walls so she could test it, cause Simms about shit a brick when he saw it. "Get that thing the fuck outta my town!" Like she was gonna aim it at him or something.

That ugly motherfucker goes off like a bomb, and it's shit for accuracy, but holy shit, does it make a big hole in what it hits! And all the crap that comes out... First shot, she loaded it with cups, knives, forks, spoons... shit like that. None of it was in one piece when it hit one of the metal sheets we set up. The forks and knives were stuck in the metal, all bent like they were hit with a hammer.

And Bob was just about pissing himself, he was so excited. Loud as fuck, makes a big hole. That's what he likes. Moira wanted to 'fine tune' it – probably make it actually hit what you're aiming at – but promised he could have one of the test models if he wasn't too fussy. I said, 'Come on, Moira, this is Bob you're talking to.'

December 31, 2274

Yesterday was a bitch, but we did it. The house is done. It was getting real cold in the common house. I guess it's like that all winter. Some of the folks in there that were already giving us the cold shoulder really don't like us now, cause... we're in. We got a place. It's a big deal; they don't let just anybody move in. But me and Bob, we been patrolling the area, and scavving for Moira, helping Walter out with the pipes and water purifier. Not like fixing shit or anything. Neither one of us is smart enough for that. But we give him the scrap metal we collect. It's just like you and me used to do for Winthrop, remember?

I been talking to Gob some, when I get a chance. Moriarty owns him, so he ain't going nowhere. I wish he could get loose and go see Carol. I asked how much it would take to get him free, and he said don't worry about it.

The Vargas's gave us a bottle of wine, cause you're supposed to drink a toast at midnight. Never done that, so we're gonna give it a try. We're also gonna use that big bed. Ain't been in a real bed since you were... Since Underworld.

You know... it's kind of funny. I ain't made it no secret that I'm fucking Bob. When we first got here, everybody was afraid of him. Then they sort of got used to him. That one time at Christmas, when somebody walked in on us, I thought it would get folks pissed off or something, cause then everybody knew. We got weird looks for awhile. Or maybe they were just looking at me. But other than that, nobody says nothing.

January 1, 2275

It's a new year. Me and Bob got a little loopy on that wine, but it wasn't enough to do either of us in. Still had enough working to break in the bed. It was real nice. Especially after. He held me in his arms and told me he ain't happy about what he did to me in the cell. He knows it hurt a lot. But... he's kind of glad too, cause he might've just let the other mutie kill me. Or he might've done it. Cause he never thought about fucking humans before.

He got all serious again. He said it bothered him, but he couldn't stop coming down. It wasn't that he killed a brother; that wasn't what was really eating at him, but he didn't wanna tell me that. The truth was, he knew he was hurting me, but it felt real good. But he felt bad. And he kept thinking about shit when he was supposed to be watching the roads. Not really remembering people or places, but... feelings. He said he just knew what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn't really understand why for a while. Still ain't sure. So he went with his gut. His gut told him to get me outta there. Get himself outta there. Go someplace where he could think, and maybe remember.

I'm glad his gut was so smart. Cause now he can think. Maybe one of these days, he'll remember who he was. He told me he's seen muties getting made, and knows it was done to him a long time ago. He ain't thought about what he used to be for years and years. Now he wants to know, but the memories won't come so easy.

I told him to just be patient. It'll come when it comes. We got all the time in the world, him and me.

January 3, 2275

Gonna smack that bitch. Moriarty's second string whore. Calls herself Silver. She called me a 'mutie fucker,' and asked if my twat looks like a mini nuke went off in it. All cause I told her to lay off of Gob. She was giving him shit. Even Nova don't do that.

Bitch is so strung out on Psycho, she don't know which end is up. What pissed me off the most was the looks I got, cause she said that shit in the middle of Moriarty's with a full house. They knew. I know they knew. She didn't tell them anything they didn't know. But they looked at me like I was a freak. One girl covered her mouth like she was gonna puke. And Bob... he looked ashamed. I thought he'd go berserk on them, but he didn't. He said real quiet, 'Wanna go.' So we left. But I swear, anyone puts that look on his face again, I'm gonna fucking cut them.

January 4, 2275

It's been a long fucking day. Woke to the sound of gunfire outside the walls. Sure enough, some fucking raiders were trying to get in. Really messed up the robot outside. Me and Bob've been on the walls since sun up.

That Silver bitch still sticks in my craw. Me and Bob risked our asses for this town today. Both of us took a bunch of bullets for it. What's she ever done, huh? Sit around with her legs open, that's what. Selling her pussy for chems. Fucking scab.

[pause]

Yeah. I know. I been there too. You don't have to remind me.

January 5, 2275

That girl that looked like she was gonna puke the other night, Lucy West – she came and talked to me. Said she was real sorry about that. Thanked me for what I did for the town, even. She said not to listen to Silver, cause she's a bitch. I said I figured that out myself.

Then she asked what it's like fucking a mutie. I told her it ain't no different from fucking a regular guy; just bigger. She asked if we did it like animals do it. With me on all fours, kind of thing. I wasn't so sure she was serious or even really interested, so I clammed up. I told her it wasn't none of her business. She wants to know what it's like fucking a mutie, she oughta go out and find her one.

Except... you know, I didn't say it shitty. Cause she's got a house here too, so I gotta put up with her. Fucking assholes in the common house can kiss my ass, but folks with houses... they're special. We're special. She better not forget that.

January 6, 2275

Bob's been kind of down for a couple days, so I figured it might cheer him up if we broke into a vault. Not the one up the hill; Vaulties are still in there living it up without a clue. That's what the folks around here say, anyway. A trader came through and said there might be one way out east, around Canterbury Commons where Moira's from. So I asked her about it, and she said yeah, there's a vault there, but nobody messes with it. She ain't sure if it's been picked over or never opened. But in case we do head out that way, here's a list of shit to pick up. [laughs] Sure, Moira. Whatever you need.

January 7, 2275

Scribe's note: This is the final entry. Pip-Boy log records the loss of connection to the host two days after this recording's timestamp.

I'm missing our new place already. We're holed up in an abandoned house with only one wall and a tiny bit of roof. It's raining out, and the rain burns your skin if you're out in it. I hate them rad rains. So me and Bob are huddled here together, trying to keep warm.

[rough male voice] Bob can talk now?

Not yet. Another minute, okay?

[Bob] Okay.

I ain't liking how close we're getting to that old police station, but we got no choice.

[Bob] Boss not hear us. Too far away.

Good thing, too. You muties got real good ears.

[Bob] Better than human. Bob listen for Ronnie. Hear things. Keep Ronnie safe.

You're good at that.

[Bob] Bob go watch. Ronnie sleep. Leg still hurt.

Yeah, a little. I'm fine. You wake me up when you get tired, okay?

[Bob] Okay.

We're a good team, him and me.

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AFTERWARD by Scribe Victor Jackson

Based on the evidence provided by these recordings, an investigation is underway to discover the whereabouts of the Narrator, or verify her death. Citizens of Megaton have been thoroughly questioned to no avail; none are willing to provide information about a Raider named Veronica having lived with a Super Mutant named Bob in their community. The home allegedly built by the Narrator is currently occupied and the new owner refuses to grant our requests to search the premises. Likewise, the squatters in the Museum of History did not respond to our agent's inquiries, resorting to threats and insults rather than providing any assistance whatsoever.

A reconnaissance team was recently dispatched to Vault 108. We await their findings and hope for additional information regarding the Narrator's fate.