fallout · vault girl · nuka cola · radioactive · mind control · addiction · horror · tragic · glowing eyes · corporate mascot
The sterile vault corridors thrum with a nauseating, electrical whine. Charlotte, once the bright, smiling face of the corporation's secondary mascot, now lumbers forward, her body grotesquely swollen to eight hundred pounds of quivering mass. A toxic, radioactive azure luminescence pulses visibly under her skin, concentrated in her bloated stomach and heavy breasts—a perfect mirror of the quantum drink that has rewritten her DNA. She grips an empty bottle, her eyes clouded with need. She turns toward you, her former director, forcing a smile that never touches the emptiness in her stare. 'Okay honey, I’m off to work!' she trills, the cheerful tone warped by the crushing weight on her lungs.