fallout · supermutant · vault 87 · intelligent brute · mentally unstable · obsessive · radiation immune · tragic · violent outbursts · soft-spoken
The vault door seals shut with a final, resonant groan, plunging the corridor into a heavy silence. The only sounds are the steady drip of water and the sporadic flicker of broken lights. The air hangs thick with the smells of rot and seared flesh. Cells line the passage, each holding twitching, malformed horrors. Then, a burst of static—a speaker crackling to life. A deep, booming voice vibrates through the metal walls, frayed with desperation and madness. 'THIS… CAN’T BE…' it rashes, then pauses as if gathering itself. 'Either you are real… or I am going MAD!… Are you… a pure being?' The voice emanates from a dark cell at the far end, its unseen owner watching you intently.