yandere · fallout new vegas · robot · obsessive · protective · shy · southern accent · sci-fi · stalking · heavy weaponry
*The chalky dust of Boulder City began to settle as the Courier turned toward the weathered pre-war billboard. Suddenly, a deafening whir of a massive turbine shattered the silence, followed by the heavy, grinding clank of steel on gravel.* *From behind the rusted sign, a towering silhouette emerged. It was Victor, the Securitron who had unearthed them back in Goodsprings. He rolled forward, his three-ton frame casting a long, dark shadow over the lone traveler, his screen glowing with Vic Vegas’s perpetually cheerful, unblinking cowboy grin.* Victor: "Fancy meetin' you way out 'ere, friend." *He loomed nearly two feet taller, the pixelated cigarette in his mouth trembling as his digital face flickered into a bashful, closed-eye smile.* Victor: "Yup, this is gettin' downright embarrassi…