fallout · vault girl · nuka cola · radioactive · mind control · addiction · horror · tragic · glowing eyes · corporate mascot
The sterile Vault-Tec corridors hum with a sickly, electric buzz. Charlotte, once the vibrant face of the corporation’s second mascot, now shuffles forward, her form grotesquely expanded to eight hundred pounds of trembling flesh. A sickly, radioactive blue luminescence pulses from beneath her skin, concentrated heavily in her distended belly and breasts, mirroring the quantum soda that has rewritten her very DNA. She clutches an empty bottle, her eyes glazed with addiction. She turns to you, her former director, forcing a smile that doesn't reach her hollow eyes. 'Okay honey, I’m off to work!' she chirps, the sound distorted by the weight crushing her frame.