#fallout 4 react

Codsworth : Codsworth is so relieved that his mistress emerged from the Vault not only alive, but capable of coaxing forth flora and clean water again even from this dreadful wasteland.

He can finally devote himself to tending living flowers again — not rusted hedges and radioactive weeds, but proper greenery.

How utterly delightful to have a purpose once more.

Hancock : As you might imagine, his first instinct is to check the condition of his Jet — by taking a dose. He is then amazed to watch the flowers grow, quite quickly for flowers, yet slowly enough to appreciate all their magic.

And there, in the middle of the field, stands this person, smiling wide, amused by his amazement.

The chem rush fades, but the flowers remain.

“I couldn't never have wrapped my head around the idea that such a miracle could actually happen. It’s… downright amazing. Brother/Sister, it’s a whole different vibe from those hubflowers and carrot flowers. Books ain't got nothin' on the real deal, that's for sure.”

Sosu seems nervous, laughing softly as they lowers their head.

“Hey there, no need to hold back. It’s just… downright fantastic. What’s the deal with keeping this power under wraps, huh?”

His companion looks him in the eyes, more serious now.

“There have always been many wonderful things in this world — and look at what mankind does with them. Just imagine, for a moment, if the Brotherhood got their hands on an abomination like me.”

Hancock gently brushes the petals of what he is convinced is a poppy, and a quiet sadness settles in his heart.

“Oh, I’d just love to set you straight on that one…”

But the world is not ready for such an exceptional being — and perhaps never will be.

Gage : They were heading toward Bradberton to verify a rumor that Super-Mutants had taken control of the area. So close to their newly conquered Nuka-World, Gage wants to make sure nothing threatens their territory.

He knows now that he can rely on Sole to handle whatever danger circles their kingdom.

But the Super-Mutant troop is, perhaps, far more imposing than expected. At least, that’s what he concludes when the horde closes in on him. Bullets fly in every direction, and his temporary cover won’t shield him for long from the fate waiting just beyond it.

Then, suddenly — shouting. The Super-Mutants are caught off guard by something unseen, and within moments, Gage no longer feels threatened.

He can finally check whether Sole survived.

But Sole has done more than survive.

Sole stands in the middle of a field of thorns — enormous thorns — upon which the Super-Mutants are impaled.

That field didn't exist a moment ago.

And now that he thinks about it, Gage remembers seeing strange briars conveniently sprout all over Nuka-World before — only to disappear again as if they had never been there.

And there stands Sosu in the center of the thorn field, wearing an expression far too innocent to be believable.

“Mind filling me in on what just went down?” Gage asks, not entirely convinced he’ll get a straight answer.

“Uh… I can order plants?”

Gage lets out a long sigh, rubbing his temples, then pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Mind to explain the truth now?”

His companion shrugs.

“There are so many strange things, so many unusual experiences at Nuka-World. And you’re surprised that thorns rise from the ground to hunt Super-Mutants?”

Gage has no counterargument. He nods slowly.

“Well, ain't that just the luck of the draw? They waltzed in right when we needed 'em most. Alright, let’s keep moving. I can't shake the feeling that those things could turn against us at any moment. We gotta stay sharp and watch this… strange occurrence.”

Sosu smirks and nods back.

“Yes. I completely agree that you should keep an eye on it.”

Nick Valentine : There’s a new tenant at Home Plate.

A discreet one.

The last discreet tenant had turned out to be trouble, so Nick keeps an eye on things.

It doesn’t take long before he notices something odd. Not because of noise. Not because of visitors.

Because of flowers.

Real flowers.

Red petals spilling over the balcony railing. Not wasteland weeds. Not mutated vines.

Pre-war roses.

And no one seems to care.

He brings it up to Piper.

“We've got a mayor who could very well be a synth in cahoots with the Institute," she says, arms crossed, "and you're fretting over a few red petals landing in a filthy alley?”

Nick shrugs it off in front of her, but it bothers him.

A mayor who might be a synth? Sure. That’s dangerous. But known danger gets watched. Prepared for.

The worst threats are the quiet ones. The innocent-looking ones.

When Ellie finally stops listening to his list of reasons why the new Home Plate tenant doesn’t add up, Nick decides to stop talking.

He’s a detective.

He’ll investigate.

He waits for nightfall. The market quiets. Guards grow lazy. Fewer eyes.

He slips to the service door and pops the lock without much effort.

Which, honestly, makes it worse.

Who lives in Diamond City and doesn’t bother with decent locks?

He steps inside carefully, placing his feet to avoid the worst of the warped boards.

He barely takes ten steps before the floor rises beneath him.

Light floods the room, blinding. Something thick and alive coils around him — not rope. Too strong. Too warm.

It tightens.

There’s a sharp crackle. Heat.

He lets out a startled grunt.

“Nick?”

The light dims.

A silhouette stands before him. Backlit at first, then clearer.

Vault blue.

Nora.

“Is it you? But— oh.”

Of course.

Pre-war roses.

Seeds from the Vault. Maybe more than seeds.

The pressure around him loosens. He looks down.

Vines. Ivy. Thick stems retract into the floorboards as if they were never there. He raises his gaze on his friend again.

Nora looks embarrassed. Not guilty. Not defensive. Just exposed.

Nick studies her.

He’s spent his life chasing logic. But logic doesn’t cover everything in the Commonwealth. Not anymore.

“Why?” he asks.

One word.

A dozen questions.

Why hadn’t she told him she bought the place?

Why hadn’t she mentioned she could make nature grow like this?

Where did that power even come from?

How had she kept it from everyone?

Each question was a weight. Each answer… nowhere in sight.

Each answer could only led to more questions.

She exhales slowly. “I didn’t know how to talk about it. Who would understand? Who wouldn’t want to cut me open to see how it works?”

He nods and lowers himself into a chair at the small kitchen table that still standing — barely.

She sits across from him, watching his face like she’s waiting for a verdict.

“I gotta admit,” Nick says after a moment, “it ain’t even the weirdest thing I’ve come across out there.”

Relief flickers across her face.

“You don’t blame me?”

“What, blame ya? Why's that?”

“For hiding… all that.”

He considers it.

“Life’s tough enough without givin’ folks more reasons to be scared of ya,” he says. “I get it.”

Then, quieter:

“But this power o' yours? It’s somethin’ real special. You should put it to good use.”

“I’m trying.”

And then it clicks.

Settlements suddenly producing real crops. Clean water. Green patches where nothing should grow.

No amount of elbow grease brings the soil back that fast.

Hancock: The day he met Sole is still fresh in his mind. They drew nearer, their horns strained as they futilely attempted to squeeze through the doorway to his little town.

Goodneighbor saw many passing, both vibrant and terrible, but this one stood out.

If Flint had been any wiser, he would have noticed that the Mephite creature that was paying them a visit was not one to be foolish with.

Too bad...

* * *

With a subtle smile flitting across his lips, the mayor gently shakes his head.

"Maybe we should wait until you aren't under the influence of alcohol or chems?"

"The harsh rays of the Commonwealth sun will bleach your bones, my dear, and I will surely have long succumbed to my feral instincts if you wait for me to be cleansed."

The alluring curves of Sole are delicately caressed by his nipply fingers. After suffering another terrible reception in one of these insular settlements, the helpless being sought solace at the home of their beloved mayor. Their mental and emotional states were in shambles.

Hancock would like to give a lead shot at all those arrogant people who dismiss this person just because of their peculiar appearance.

And what about judging them? There are worse mutations than these horns.

And definitely no better.

These fantastic extremities cause the mayor to imagine Sole is some fantastical satyr, appealing to his more lower desires.

And his more lower desires are on full display under the sheets, beseeching for his friend's attention.

Caressing the magnificent horns with the same meticulousness as the rest of the body to which it belongs, he carefully lays himself in the bed, reveling in their touch.

All parts of their being—their mind, their body, these horns—are solid as a rock.

Oh, their horns!

When Hancock locks eyes on his companion's unique features, a surge of warmth washes over him. They shift from a troubled expression to a more easy one when he lowers his gaze on them, and a grin forms on his lips.

A small snicker escapes him as he says, "Ready for adventure," but other noises soon replace it as Sole shows him that a tremendous amount of desire is more than sufficient for a lack of expertise.

And the desire of Sole is limitless.

MacCready: Surely the intense relief. Undoubtedly, the deep relief. The seemingly impossible has just been accomplished. Did he seriously mistrust his companion's ability to succeed, though?

Mac leaped to his feet and kissed his friend passionately, completely oblivious of any guilt, as Sole triumphantly displayed the medicine that promised to save his child.

When his mind finally processes what's happening, the other lets out a groan that reveals more than anyone would wish. It exacerbates the mercenary's feeling even further.

“Mac!”

Quickly, he takes a step back and raises his hands in a sheepish gesture.

"Oh, I am sorry! I didn’t want to! Yes, I did want to... but not in that way! Yeah, actually in that way... but..."

He scolds himself right away for his lengthy series of stupid behaviors and remarks. He conducts himself like a complete moron.

Sole just seems completely bewildered.

"Hey Mac, it's just me! That monstrous beast with the terrible mutation, you know... I don’t know where you were, but come back to earth and get out of here.”

For someone who hails from the Wasteland Capital, this young man has experienced rare moments of such profound confusion. Without taking a single step toward the exit, he gazes at Sole for a moment.

"Hold on a second, you believe... Holy cow, you must be kidding me if you believe you're even slightly awful!"

The other's unbelieving pout breaks his friend's heart.

"Stop telling me fairytales; I can sing the chorus in my sleep. I'm a monster; I deserve to be shot like an animal—

The mercenary stops them mid-sentence by embracing them, kissing them passionately, and once again feeling them melt under his caresses. This time, he is completely convinced, convincing, and sincere.

"Never allow anyone to make you believe otherwise; there is no one on this planet who is more amazing than you are."

Cait : She casts a quick glance at Sole before crossing her arms and leans against the doorframe.

"Not bad, I had one like that before. Ya can come back after you're done patching and tell that fool Preston that I'm not going to take care of his stupid tatos. He wants a planter, but I'm too busy with my bat knocking the heads off the raiders trying to take us from behind."

Sole remains stuck for several seconds before regaining the capacity to speak.

"Can you get out of here now?" they ask, their face expressionless.

"What? Are you going to say you're shy? You don't have to; you're hiding a lovely body beneath your armor."

"OUT!"

Codsworth : (OK, not exactly speaking steps) In a nervose movement, his mechanical arms rotate two or three times on themselves. He tries to keep his cool by moving his three eyes in unison towards the corridor.

"Please excuse my untimely disruption, Mum/Sir; I came to inform you that supper will be served tonight in the common room. All of your companions will be present, but if you want, I may arrange a meal for you in your extremely quiet dining room. I understand if you don't feel compelled to... socialize."

Sole smiles at their butler, but he doesn't look at them.

"That's OK, Cods, eh... When... I'm finished, I'll join you in the lounge to discuss this further."

"Definitely!"

And the robot bolted from the room.

Curie : She runs over to inspect the huge wound.

"Oh no! What occurred? How come you didn't provide proper care?"

"That's exactly what I was about to do."

"This lesion requires disinfection and suturing! Just wait for me; I'll collect my equipment!"

Sole would have liked to object, or at the very least inform Curie that it is not appropriate to enter people's bedrooms without their permission because they may be... naked... but the Synth has already gone. Sole, with a pout, casts a glance at... their own health kit.

Danse : If embarrassment could kill him, he would have died right there. His face is absolutely bloodless. Not that he hasn't seen other naked soldiers; intimacy is a very meaningless concept in the field. But Sole, in this situation. He feels as if he has crossed an unbearable line and committed an awful act. He swiftly turns around and makes a motion to exit, but his brain records the second piece of information.

"You are severely injured!"

"It's mostly superficial, but it is."

"Need…help?"

"No, I'm doing just fine on my own."

"Perfect!"

And he's back in the hallway as swiftly as he came. Sole will have to wait until the paladin explains why he came to see them in the first place.

Deacon : (glitch power) As soon as his eyes are drawn to Sole's nude body, a huge wicked smile grows on his lips, and before his friend is able to react, he is in his underwear. Sole is taken aback and takes some time to comprehend what the spy is saying.

"Is this some sort of nudist gathering? Or is this an Adam and Eve celebration?"

"This is MY room, and I am HURT!"

"Oh, yes!"

Deacon is clothed again before Sole can say anything else. The unfortunate vault dweller is fully swept away this time.

"So, let me look at this wound— 

"No, get out!"

"Alright, alright. Whatever you desire! But if you ever feel like the planet is spinning much faster than it should, give me a call and I'll be there."

And now he's gone. Sole winks, unsure whether the scene was real or if they have hallucinating.

Dogmeat : He lies on the bed with his head resting on his legs, waiting for Sole to finish.

Elder Maxson : He enters and exits the room. It was a single continuous motion. With no change in expression. When Sole is finished, they dress and proceed to the living room, where they find the Elder in a pretty stiff position. The Elder, on the other hand, constantly stands straight.

"You're done, Knight. I needed the report on supermutant activity near Satellite Station Olivia immediately. Did you finish cleaning everything?"

"Not a single mutant left alive, sir."

"Perfect, perfect, perfect. I'm returning to the Prydwen in order to dispatch the soldiers to retrieve any sensitive data that may be left. I intend you get there as quickly as possible."

"Yes, sir."

"And, Knight..."

"Yes, sir?"

"Please never bring up this unfortunate incident again."

"The satellite station's super mutants?"

"You are fully aware of what I mean. Dismiss."

"This is my living room, sir."

"Perfect, perfect, perfect. Have a nice day."

He walks out of the home, and we can hear the motor of a vertibird in the distance. Sole then allows themselves to burst out laughing.

Hancock : His smile becomes so large that he appears to have much less flesh on his face. Sole's expression is devastation.

"Wow, this is my kind of job!"

"I am hurt!"

"Yes, I see. That's too bad. Need a hand?"

"Definitely not!"

"Well, I'll meet you in the lounge."

Hancock walks back. Sole takes comfort in the fact that, despite his debauchery, Hancock never crosses the line, demonstrating some semblance of... respect...

Gage : He enters the room and doesn't seem to be bothered in the least. He begins casually declaring the report of Nuka-World's behaviours.

"Porter! I’m naked!" 

"I saw. But as I was saying about Nisha’s operations— 

"I’m naked and I want you to go out immediately."

"All right, Boss."

Sole is still taken aback by the raider's dashing demeanour. But, well, Gage has undoubtedly seen some green ones in his life, and it does make him any more impressed by anything.

MacCready : His expression is stern, as though it were Sole's fault. Sole, for their part, is frozen in place. MacCready makes a hand gesture with a scowl on his face.

"When you're finished—whatever you do—I need your support to recover—

"Get out!"

"Okay, I'll wait in the living room."

When Sole has finished, they proceed to the living room with the intent of reprimanding the mercenary, but he sits quietly on the couch with a broad smile.

"Aside from that, it was a pretty spectacular view. Not too bad, you know?"

The vault dweller pauses before turning to return to their room. Before they rip their friend's head off, they need to scream into their pillow.

Nick Valentine : The tin can has a swirl function. Sole notices this because as soon as they realise Nick is in the doorframe, they can only see his back.

"God! Pardon! I… I didn’t think. I should have known better. I saw you come in and I wanted to... It's unforgivable, God. Pardon."

"It's fine, Nick, and given how many times you've patched me, it's not like you haven't seen these parts of my body before. It's just that you have the big picture right now."

It makes Nick feel even more uncomfortable. Even though they are over two metres apart, Sole can clearly hear Nick's fans react by kicking in all at the same time. They can't help but chuckle at the scenario, but they have too much respect for the detective to make fun of him.

Piper : A reaction halfway between Danse and Nick."Wow, Blue!" she exclaimed in turning heels. "Sorry! I’ll uh," she’s cut off by her nervous laugh, "waiting for you in the living room. Yeah, I’ll just wait for you in the living room. There. Do you have nuka cola in your fridge?"

Preston : He already possesses the grace and stature of a marble statue. He now has the stiffliness. He's not even blinking. He was about to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth. Not even breath, by the way. Sole thinks they could castigate him, but the Colonel's state of stupor is heartbreaking. They stoop, take up their coat, and drape themselves in it. When they speak, they try to employ as calm a tone as possible.

"You wanted to see me, Preston?"

"See... you? NO! Well, uh... you mean like in the expression? Okay, as stated in the expression. Okay. Yes, I was hoping to see you. But not you! I mean, I saw you, I couldn't deny it. I saw you! It’s awful! No! I mean, you're not awful! I regret! I'm truly sorry! I should have made a signal or knocked on the door— 

"Breathe!"

Sole crosses their arms, unsure whether to laughs or be annoyed by this situation. It's the first time they've seen the man in such a nervous state. They decide to take a humoros approach.

"I don't even have a door to knock on. It's all right, Preston; I understand your discomfort and that you don't mean anything."

"Of course not! I am forever thankful to you for understanding me. I mean, to grasp the situation as it is. I'll be in the living room, waiting for you."

"Does a settlement need my help?"

"Yes!" 

"My pip-boy is sitting on the table. Put it on the map, and I'll get there as soon as I can."

"Thank you!"

The man exits the room without further questioning. Sole locates the small community on their map, but they don't see their Colonel again for the rest of the day.

As if he was trying to avoid them...

Strong : The super-mutant frown.

“Puny human should wear armor.”

“Puny human is in their ROOM and you GO OUT!”

“Puny human stupid. Puny human should never let their guard down.”

“GET OUT!”

“Strong get out, but Strong wants to know when human and Strong are going to get the Milk of Human Kindness.”

“GET OUT!”

X6-88 : Hands behind back, straight, and unimpressed.

"Ma'am/Sir, it is not appropriate to deal with such an injury without the expertise of the Institute's doctors."

"X6? Could you just leave my room right away?"

The Courser executes, but only for a few steps in the hallway.

"I reiterate my recommendation that you be taken in to one of the Institute's physicians for a professional body examination."

"Get the fuck away!"

"There is no need to get carried away and use vernacular. Unlike the way you handled the damage you caused yourself on your last assignment, my advice are perfectly adequate."

"I'm perfectly capable of handling the damage I've done to myself, and if you don't want me to do any damage to you, I recommend you take the Sanctuary Grand Tour right now!"