Foalout 4 – Sanctuary Hill – Chapter 41 – Lothmar
‘Hold up, what the hell was that?’ Johnson thought to himself in a momentary out of body experience. He was floating in the dark hearing a voice echoing ahead of him. After taking a moment to will himself forward he found himself opening a door into a room and there on a bed lay a unicorn fluffy angrily tossing about a limp version of the same fluffy.
“Dummeh do wha’ Diwectow teww ou’!” On the wall before them was projected what seemed to be going on. The black unicorn was approaching Isaac’s robot form.
“HEY! What’s going on in here!?” Johnson bellowed pausing to ponder ‘are they away?’
“Go back tu safewoom. . .” They snarled dropping the doll on the bed and rolling off to face you down.
“And who’s going to make~” No sooner had he started his response did the figure lower their horn and begin to charge.
“Not perspective!” Johnson shouted as he realized he was either smaller than he should be or this fluffy charging him was the size of a man. With a quick hop like vaulting onto a pommel horse Johnson commenced to grasp onto the mane and swing himself into forward facing on the mount.
“NO TOUCHIES DIWECTOWS PWETTY MANE!” The Black courser unicorn bucked itself attempting to throw you. Meanwhile you were smiling ear to ear. ‘I did say I wanted a horse.’ Johnson thought.
Johnson laughed and laughed remembering the Nuka world cowboy outfit that had influenced project Gettyup buttercup to what it had become. Before he knew it thinking about this had caused the outfit to manifest itself into view on himself. Johnson shrugged. “YEEE-HAWW!”
“SCREEE!” The Black fluffy ran about the chamber screeching as the more powerful mind began to torment it. After a series of punches, heel jabs and yanks Johnson had to tuck and roll as the figure attempted to fling itself to the ground.
“Dummeh Johnson am meanies!” the Smarty exclaimed while attempting to get to its feet only to be fell upon by the human figure.
“I’ll show you mean you~” “NUUUU~” After much back and fourth and struggle Johnson had finally managed to hog tie the fluffy with the imaginary lasso he had conjured into being with the outfit.
“…Saferoom was it?” Johnson added looking back at the door as he began to pull the pile of synthetic mind behind him.
“Nu! Wan huggies! Wan Toysies! Wan fun! Wan sketties! Wan enfies!” The ‘Wans’ droned on into a staticky tinnitus until you finally hurled the entity through the door and out of the mind palace before shutting it.
“Phew…” Johnson added going to sit down on the cushion with the doll that he casually inspected to see if it was damaged primarily but also figure out what was going on.
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Isaac watched the unicorn approach until they finally stopped in place and had a momentary blank expression. “Dats a heww~ Er… That’s a Hew~Hell of an Id to control. . .” Unicorn Johnson added for a moment.
“An if nu thinkies weaw hawd dah wowdsies come out aww. . . Fluffy.” The unicorn winced forcing the last correct word before sighing.
“Am Diwectow O’tay?” Isaac queried nervously.
“Oh yus Isaac. Sowwy bou’ dat. Am stiww getting used to new body. Befowe Diwectow fowget, uhm… Befowe I. . .”
“Fowget what Diwectow?”
“Oh wite…” The unicorn blinked a few times. Unbeknownst to Isaac the Smarty had disappeared the imaginary lasso and had since charged back into the mind palace. Johnson was forced to play the role of super ego and oppose the smarty because this body was without an Ego or at least was still developing one since it was only built recently and built for inhabitance by an outside personality. Therefor there was no one to negotiate between the two personalities to strike a balanced reality. So they fought it out like hungry wolves. However this was not a perfect solution as Johnson himself was a normal person and quite frankly he wanted to do this to relax more than anything. So having to constantly corral a wild stallion when you should be enjoying your time off was a bit annoying.
Breaking free from the battle long enough Johnson leaned in and whispered to the doll. “If nu back in gween stuff by next dawk time fowce me in nu mattew what! Get nanny’s hewp if ou’ need it. Undewstand?” The face looked uncertain of why it had said that.
“Undewstood siw.” They eyed the black unicorn uncertainly as It examined it surroundings with wonder. “Su dis am what pwace wook wike fow fwuffies…” Between a mix of having never eaten yet and sheer willpower Director kept itself from expelling feces in sudden shock as they noticed a lawn Gnome peering at them from beneath the shadows of a bench. They laughed at the mild embarrassment and fear toot. ‘Ok it was worth programming that random gnome relocation protocol.’
“Am awmost mowning. . .” They paused. Normally when Johnson was home he’d make himself and the fluffies breakfast and the like. But there was no way he could do so in his current situation. “Dis am pwedicament.”
“Awwow me siw.” Isaac added floating over to the door and opening it for them.
“Nu wha’ was tinking abou’ buh that am pwobem too…” He thought to himself pondering all manners of things he wouldn’t be able to do without hands not noticing the subtle glow from their horn as the door closed a little faster then it would have naturally.
It took a minute to get used to the proper rhythm of the new locomotion, but the developing ego handled most of the general autopilot activities while the two fought for dominance in the background. While I say ‘fought’ it was mostly the Id taking a constant beating since Johnson had a massive advantage when it came to combat experience. Eventually the two settled down enough to take a break on opposite sides of the bed across from the doll.
“Mowning Nanny.” The black fluffy said chipperly passing her charging port.
“Unidentified fluffy detected. Retention protocols activated.” Nanny added stepping away from the charging station.
“Wait, nanny it’s me~ Diwectow Johnson.” He skipped back avoiding the grasp.
“The director has no fluffies named Director Johnson. Please submit to apprehension, this is your last warning.” The robot added preparing the sorry stick.
“Ooh poopies…” The unicorn fluffy began thinking hard.
“Dat am dah Diwectow Nanny. He pway in fwuffy fwom big sweepy chaiw in dah Gawage.” Isaac added interposing themselves.
“Voice recognition, retinal scan, finger prints all impossible given current parameters…” Nanny added going through the various identity confirmations that had been pre programmed.
Johnson leaned in to the doll and whispered something. “Passwowd? Oh uhm, Passwowd Sanctuaw Hiwws, Sanctuary Hills…” The fluffy forcibly corrected itself.
The assualtrons Lenses focus relaxed and the sorry stick was holstered. “Password accepted.”
“Pwease take pictuwe and update tuwwet white wist, designation ‘Diwectow’. . . Di-rect-or.” The fluffy ‘tsked’ at the active effort needed on something so simple. There was a slight pause and eye flutter as the two personalities clashed until the unicorn looked up. “Nu accept futuwe diwectow wevew owdews fwow dis fwuffy! Wog out.” The two would be busy fighting for a bit from this as not being immune to the rules or being able to make new rules to be enforced by the robot toughies was a big irritation to the smarty Id.
“Acknowledged. Please play nicely Director.” Nanny added stepping away to visit the turret terminal bank before going to prepare breakfast.
Isaac pondered if the director had chosen not to give him authority over Nanny before giving up his own control on purpose… To be fair you probably hadn’t earned that level of trust yet. Hopefully Nanny would help him if he asked appropriately and so Isaac floated behind to discuss the issue with them. Besides he needed his morning fixer hit since the director would be busy today.
As you approached the tree a figure sleeping in one of the pet houses awakens. Hulks head sticks out the entryway before standing up and lifting the house with him like a turtle. “Mowning Huwk.” You say casually watching the bulky super mutant tilt and roll the pet house off of their back and body.
“Who am ou’? Nyu fwiend?”
“Yus!” The black fluffy blinked. “Fwuffy am Diwectow.”
“Dat funneh name, Daddeh caww sewf Diwectow too.” He chuckles leaning in to examine your form. “Ou’ new smashy bashy fwiend?” Hulk adds curiously.
The black unicorn sighs. “Sowwy huwk, daddeh fowgot to make dose was night. Bu’ Diwectow can pway wif huwk!” The fluffy added taking a moment to lean and flex trying to figure out the best ways to stretch in this form. ‘Honestly it is a good thing this came up early.’ Johnson thinks to himself glad to have a chance to spar and figure out the new bodies capabilities. “Wets go obah dewe so we nu wakies oddah fwuffies.” The Unicorn adds pointing to one of the houses that wasn’t in use and could serve for such a romp.
“Can Huwk nu go easy on ou’?” Hulk queried while entering the house first as the door closed behind them with a click to hulks surprise.
“Diwectow wa’ gonna ask ou’ dah same thing.” They said with a grin.