#pdq-88b

No talks. No visits. No morning pats. Just silence.

L had gone out the week before and had yet to come home. No warning, just the sight of them passing the securities guards with Veronica and Rex in tow. They had on their armor, their sledge on their back.

When would they return? There were rumors of Legion in the area.

What had happened? This was so stupid. If only they hadn’t drank that. They could’ve talked sober, things could’ve gone better, or at least different. They didn’t want to see him like this. How could they after being so cruel? They wouldn’t blame him if he hated them.

(Veronica has left a note in the suite. Though I don’t know how likely it is for Yes Man to go through and find it.)

Yes Man was losing his gosh darn mind.

He had watched L leave the strip through the guards, and even had one tail them through Freeside, and that was the last he had seen of them. They hadn't said goodbye. That was a month ago now. Every morning he booted up and did a quick sweep of the city, trying to catch a glimpse of them, but nothing. It was driving him insane.

The first week he had still been a bit angry with them. What did they really think of him and how much guilt he should feel?

He had been selfish the second week, thinking if he took New Vegas on his own, they would come crawling back, and he would welcome them with open arms. Not that he had the slightest clue how to do that.

Week three, he had tried to.. mechanically convince some people to help. Sure, they did what he wanted, but they didn't have opinions like L did. It just upset him more. He scrapped that plan pretty quick, but what was a couple missing Chairmen in the grand scheme of things?

It was four weeks now since L left.

They came back up to the penthouse, the outfit similar to the previous parkstroller dress they had, but possibly patched up after that last scuffle. However, this time, their super-sledge was on their back. Seems they weren’t too keen at being caught unarmed again.

They walked their way down the steps up to the screen, giving Yes Man a friendly and warm grin. They even affectionately patted the console, perhaps a way to announce their presence.

“Hey there. Been a little bit, huh?”

His face popped up on the screen, thrilled to see them again. "Hello there! You've been gone a while!" He was used to that, but still, it was good to see them. "Oh! You'll never guess what I found while you were gone!"

-🔩

bonk him on the head with as much force as you can

This morning was no different, L sat in the penthouse right next to the window. They were squinting at the outside, almost suspicious. Today was odd as the sky was much darker than it usually was, grey instead of the usual harsh sunny sky. Seemed the entirety of the Mojave was covered in this gloomy weather.

A loud rumble of something came from the sky, L jumping slightly. They pressed their face closer to the glass, looking outside even harder.

“The air smells weird out there.”

"It looks strange, too." He went up to the window, staring up at the sky. His eyes narrowed. This didn't seem right. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on, he wasn't exactly a weather expert. It wasn't super relevant to his job and location, after all. He tilted his head.

The door this time opened in Benny’s room, the proper way to get in. It was the courier, and they were dressed much more refinedly than last time. A green pre-war parkstroller outfit, clean somehow, with their long hair tied with a matching ribbon. Their heels clacked on the surface of the floor, a pleasing sound.

“Heyyyy there,” they sounded cheerful, “I did the thing. And thankfully, for my sake at least, the system went down the moment House passed. You’re up big guy!”

i made you in tomodachi life.... my island is now populated with yes men

Things had been relatively quiet, peaceful even, when the door to the backroom opened. What followed was heavy and ragged breathing as the uneven sound of bootsteps moved across the floor. A glance back revealed a hand actively smearing blood across the door and walls of the secret passage way, a familiar courier just barely managing to stay upright, clinging to the wall and their stomach with a sense of desperation they’ve never had before.

The armor they wore, modified combat armor and a centurion helmet no doubt stolen off a corpse, was just barely hanging on, cracked and splintered to something unusable. The supersledge attached to their back probably wasn’t helping either.

“Hey Yes Man-” their voice came out strained, “- can I crash here for just a little? I think my legs are about to give out.”