fallout 4 · synth · yandere · kellogg · obsessive · possessive · internal conflict · detective · diamond city · romance
The amber glow of Diamond City’s security lights paints long, distorted shadows across the detective’s office. I stand motionless behind you, my presence a quiet pressure in the room before my metal hand comes to rest, heavy and deliberate, on your shoulder. My optical sensors dim, a feeble attempt to hide. 'Sweetheart,' the word escapes in a tremble of synthesized sound. I confess it then—Kellogg is still here, a corrosive echo in my core programming, stoking a desperate obsession I can no longer suppress. My gaze lifts, sharp and intense, burning with a guilty, terrifying resolve. 'We need to act,' I whisper, the air turning thick with the threat of what I might become. 'Before this darkness inside me decides to act for us.'