Appalachia when the Great War happened this beautiful piece of American nature was spared for most of the destruction and fire that engulfed the entire United States this area was perfect for the rebuilding of civilization however the rebuilding would face a conundrum that being the scourge virus and for a while this piece of America would be one of the most dangerous places to live in but it would be the efforts of the survivors of Vault 76 that would free Appalachia from this dreaded virus.
With the end of the virus life and survival continued on an Appalachia but deep within the Appalachian Wilderness mutations and nature work hand in hand and the same could be said with the man-made biological biotoy life found a way to survive and thrive although some creatures would stay true to their programming of loving Humanity others would become more feral and embrace the animalistic instincts very deep within their genetic code.
Life finds a way in what was once the US, and it learns to thrive in the waste of Appalachia
The Wilderness of Appalachia was a beautiful sight even before the bombs fell. This was a place in which families once came together to enjoy barbecues and to simply camp out in the wilderness, although it is definitely different in the year 2103, one year since the so-called Reclimation day.
For a group of ex-76 dwellers, the beauty of Appalachia continues to catch the eye of the youngest vault dweller of the group, along with his fluffy companion, as he plays their favorite tune from his tusty Pip-Boy 2000.
The group was an interesting group of dwellers:
A young asian woman with part of her hair shaven, wearing a Ranger combat set of armour, what made hers different from the others, though, was that the helmet was painted with a shark smile and had a series of tick marks on the side of her headgear. Her weapons consisted of a BOS sniper rifle, a single-action revolver, and a crossbow.
If you were to meet this woman, you would find that her personality is as sharp and fiery like a deathclaw on jet, then you would have Sunny, an ironic name when you meet this ex-dewller
The second member of this 76 group was taller the Sunny and of Hispanic descent as he was a little chunky and fit, wearing a pair of beaten glasses his gear consisted of a vault suit that has combat armor parts, on top of his suit and armour is a lab coat, he had a big bag containing medical equipment, his wepons wear a 10mil pistol and a 10mil sub-machine gun.
He is a man of few words but is wise, hence why his friends call him Brain, a guy who uses his head rather than resorting to violence
The third member of the group was taller than Sunny but shorter than the Brain. A Caucasian Hispanic mix with two mismatched eyes, one blue and the other green, a somewhat moppy set of brown hair, his build was modest, not quite a muscle builder’s body, but not weak-looking. His gear consisted of him also wearing his old Vault suit, but the armor that he was wearing consisted of the Marine armor minus the helmet that was colored the same as his Vaulter suit, and what made him a little weird was the Bomber hat that made him stand out.
He was energetic and full of life, and determined to build the future, hence why his folks named him Huckle Berry, but to his buds, he was just Huck. His Gear consisted of a modified, handmade assault rifle, a Gauss Rifle, a Crusader pistol, and a Gauss pistol. He was the group’s gun nut and handyman.
Then comes to last interesting individual of their group, although not human, he is an important member of the group. He was a light blue fluffy, with both a blonde mane and tail. If you were to look closely, people would see the similarity of the Vault Boy Mascot. The little fluffy was equipped with some small leather armor parts that protect his weggies and his chest. On his head was another Bomber hat like Huck’s. This little Fluffy was named Vualt mostly due to the fact that Huck was bad at naming…and that sunny dyed the number 76 on the side of his body.
They were a group of settlers who called Appalachia their home and although the post-apocalypse of America was not the easy life they had, it was nonetheless a life worth living, even if they learned a lot about pre-war America and all the shady shit they’ve done over the years. There was one current object the group had which was….Fishing. It may sound like a simple task, especially for an area like Appalachia, but it’s important to remember that when it came to the wildlife and the nuclear bombs, radiation had a drastic effect on Mother Nature and especially the bio-toys known as fluffies
As the group head for the Twin Lakes, the resident gun nut decided to play his and Vaults Favorite tune…for the 668th time THIS WEEK!
As the gunsmith and the fluffy began to sing along:
♪♫♬TAKE ME HOME TO THE PLACE I BELONGEEEEEEE!!! ♪♫♬
♪♫♬TAK ME HOME TO DAW PWASE I BEWONGEEEEEE!!! ♪♫♬
♪♫♬WEST VERGINAAAAA/WESW WEWGINAAAAA! ♪♫♬
“OH MY GOD I THOUGHT WE GOT RID OF THAT HALO-TAPE BRAIN!!!”
Sunny had stuck her fingers in her ears in hopes of tuning out the bad singing coming from Huck and Vault.
Brain turns to sunny and shrugs
“Will you two SHUT UP!”
Huck and Vault stop their singing and turn in fear of the group leader.
“Sorry Sunny/ Sowwy Mama”
Sunny could only sigh at Vault calling her mama again, she doesn’t know why he keeps calling her mama, even though she likes to mess with a little furball she doesn’t hate him per-se, but sometimes she feels like their group can do better if the little puffball hadn’t decided to follow them around one day. She begins to massage her head to cure her headache as it is been a series of events and trials that have left her a little bit psychologically scarred and traumatized, but hey whoever said that the post-apocalypse would be easily livable, especially those assholes at Vault-Tec.
“Hey Sunny…what are we doing again?”
Sunny could only let out another sigh at Huck’s question. She had told the gunnut Multiple times why they were heading back to the twins.
“Huck, for the 18th time, we’re going fishing because our current rations are starting to run low and so right now we have to resort to fishing I know a lot of us don’t exactly have good memories with fishing right now, especially after a certain event, but right now we need the food.”
“Bu…mama wha about…da Kewpies?”
The Group suddenly stops when they hear Vault mention the name of a certain breed of fluffy, and the group had only one Collective thought…
SHIIIIIIIIT!!!
Kelpies
They are a mysterious breed of fluffy that seemed to have emerged sometime in the wilderness of certain irradiated wilderness of the United States, mostly in watery regions, as some explorers and Fery men often seen this mysterious breed of fluffy in Point Lookout and other watery regions within Appalachia. What makes them more strange is the practice of cannibalism and their predatory nature.
The regular breed of Kelpies isn’t necessarily a threat to humans, as this breed of fluffies mostly hunt down their non-mutated breed of kin and other small mammals. Some fishermen and hunters often use them to help hunt and chemists extract rare plants from the growing flora.
No the real threat of Kelpies come from….the BIGGER ones.
Hence why the group needs to get some…bait… to pacify the kelpies that may have made a nest near the twin lakes.
“You’re not getting out of the bag ya little shit”
“PEWASE NICE WADY AM GOOD FUWFFY”
Decided to take a detour the group decided that they needed something to appease the possible Kelpie herd that could be taking residents in the Twin Lakes and although it took 3 hours of hunting they eventually found an abandoned fluffy with two broken back legs it’s unknown why this fluffy was abandoned and his legs were broken but they weren’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth and so the group decided to bag the little guy with the reluctance of Vault.
“Sorry Vault, but Sunny is right, we need the fish”
“huhuu, Vuwt know daddhie Huck”
As the group got closer to the twin lakes, Brian stopped his group by raising his hand.
“What’s Wrong four eyes?”
Brain turns to Sunny and puts his hand to his ear, telling his group to listen.
bang bang bang
The group heard the sound of distant gunshots, and they began to crouch down and approach slowly. Hiding in the bush, the dwellers and their fluffy mascot witness two kelpies, one unharmed and trying to drag a bleeding kelpie missing a right leg.
“WUN SISSIE HOOMENS AM COMING NEE MAKE HIDES AND GET BIG SISSIE!”
“HUUHUU NU CAN WUN NU HAB WEGGIE”
It’s then the 76 gang and their fluffies see two humans coming out of the foliage, and from the clothes and patches of armor, it was obvious that they were Raiders. Seeing the Raiders, the unhurt Kelpie jumps into the lake, leaving their friend to their demise. The two Raiders circle the Kelpie as the one wearing a gas mask grabs the little predator by the tail.
“WET GO WET GO SMEWWY HOOMENS!”
“Gut the little shit Jed”
“Right, Pick”
The one named Pick takes a knife to the Kelpies’ exposed belly and STABS the mare in the gut and slowly drags his knife down her flesh. The Kelpie screams in pain and begins to choke on her blood. Her guts then fall into the water…as the smell then begins to wake somthing up in the lake….
“Pick, come on, gotta find the other little bitch”
“uh…why?”
“Cuz dumbass the boss said that he needed two Kelpies for the egg heads down in the basement in order to make our special Chems, so shut up, get your ass in the water and let’s look for the little Moss ball”
The two Raiders then walk into the Waters of the lake as they begin to search for their other Target but as they began to search, they feel like they are being watched and from the long grass, there were multiple sets of Kelpies staring at the two Raiders. The dwellers and fluffy noticed something…unnerving about these kelpies as they were…smiling?
“uh….Jed, I’m starting to feel a little uneasy here, man…”
“Shut up and keep looking”
As the two Raiders continue with their hunt, Huck then notices something moving in the lake, specifically what he assumes is a log…
As Huck saw the log disappear into the water, he did not notice kelpies looking up at the raiders surrounding the duo.
“dummy smewwy hoomens am gonna die”
“Big sissie…am hungway…”
Raider Duo begins to look around upon hearing the voices of the Kelpies
“WERE ARE YOU LITTLE SHITS!!!”
“Jed…I just felt something touch my le-AAAAAAAH” SPLASH!
Turning around as fast as he could, Jed saw that his partner Pick was missing and the only thing that showed any signs of him being there were bubbles coming up from the water. Bring up his pipe rifle as fear and dread filled his head….
“FUCK THIS, I’D RATHER DIE BY THE BOSS THAN THIS!”
Running as fast as he could, splashing up water, the one known as Jed began to run back to the shore it is then something pops up from the water….
The creature was the size of a wolf, and surprisingly, the creature was another Kelpie. Although the creature known as kelpie had become a descendant from the original fluffy breed just like any other fluffy it was susceptible to mutation and radiation and from this combination led to the creation of the Mega-Kelp. This mare had the traditional look of Kelpies, that being Lake debris and other plant material growing from the creature, but what made it very different from the look of other Kelpies was the distinct pieces of wood and some algae growing from it. It had a long tail and a series of sharp claws coming out from its hoof area and on her head were four sets of eyes.
The mega kelp had decided to face the aggressor head-on with a surprise attack, chomping down on the Raider’s arm as she kept a stronghold on him.
“AHHHH YOU FUCKING SHIT RAT LET GO OF MY ARM!!!”
Trying to shake off the mega kelp the Raider had repeatedly hit the creature with his pipe weapon until finally he struck her in the eye, leaving her with a set of three now. Creature retreated into the water as the Raider held on to his now bleeding arm. Now in full panic the Raider searches around for his attacker.
“YOU THINK YOU CAN GET THE JUMP ON ME YO…U fu…cking…shi…”
The Raider’s words began to slur as his muscles seemed to be contracting on themselves as he began to drop his pipe rifle into the water. Sluggishly trying to head back to shore, the Raider was surprisingly able to make it until he face planted into the dirt, unable to move or scream. The Raider eyes could only dart around until he saw the trio hiding in the bushes as he began to foolishly call for help.
“uh….ah….he…”
It is then the mega-kelp emerges from the lake water, coming up behind the now paralyzed raider. Climbing on top of the Raider, she drags her body until it makes its way to the head of the Raider and begins to smile.
“NUMMMMMMMIEESSSSSSS”
Moving like lightning, the Mega-Kelp begins to chomp on the head of the Raider. As she begain to eat the head of the Raider, more Kelpies emerged from the water as they began to turn the Raider into lunch. After turning the head of the Raider into a snack, the Mega-Kelp then grabs the Raider by his right leg and drags his body into the water, leaving a small blood trail and some blood in the water.
After watching the brutality, the group can only stare on in horror at what has now taken residents at the Twin Lakes.
“wha happen why fuwffy smew booboo juice, huhuhu nu wike”
The group is then snapped out of their trance when they hear the words of their offering to The Kelpies.
“…So do you think they have room for dessert?”
“Really, Huck? A joke now of all time”
“sorry, Sunny I joke when I’m Scared”
“Vault a scawed tu daddhie”
“I know bud”
It is then brain catches the attention of the others as he points at the bag that contains their fluffy offering and points at the lake, which in brain language is essentially asking the question…
Whose gonna offer the fluffy?
Seeing the expression on Brain’s face, Sunny immediately moves her finger to her nose signifying the traditional tradition of “not it” and when Huck notices the actions, he was too slow…again.
“Damn it, I’m always slow at that shit”
Sunny then hands the squirming bag to Huckk as he reluctantly takes the bag and slowly approaches the shores of the lake, keeping his eyes alert and searching around for any other Mega kelp that could be hiding within the lake.
“Any of you nice Kelpies still hiding within the lake I’m not here to cause trouble me or my friends are not here to hurt you or any of you babies that you possibly have all were here for is just to do some fishing to have enough food for the coming days what I have in this bag is an offering showcasing that I’m not trying to cause any trouble and that this offering that I’m leaving is a peace offering we don’t mess with you you don’t mess with us…”
Turning the bag upside down, Huck releases the crippled Brown-redish Fluffy that was kept in the bag, and with the Fluffy out of the bag, Huck runs back into the bush to the safety of his group.
“NUUUUU, NU WEAVE FUWFFY NICE MISTA AM GOOD FUWFFY!!!”
Trying to crawl himself back to the group the feral fluffy slowly moves himself to where the group was, only to feel an intense amount of pain greater than when his legs got broken.
“EEEEEEEEEE SABE FUWFYYYYYYYYY”
The crippled fluffy could only scream and misery and pain as he is dragged into the lake with the last thing he ever sees is the crazed three I swirl of a kelpie as it opens its jaw and begins to Chow Down….
When it comes to mutation in nature within the Ruins of America, they often create creatures that often seek the extermination of humanity and other times they create new life that has become top of the food chain. For it is nature and mutation that go hand in hand in the ruins of the new world.