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Prologue - Hell

Fallout New Vegas

Courier: Marie Harley

W A R N I N G ! : You are responsible for your experience! This story may contain rape, people who are sex-workers, some content that may be considered sexual, possible language that may make certain viewers uncomfortable, violence, death, and other disturbing content may take place. If any of this bothers you or makes you uncomfortable please back out now. Again, you are responsible for your own experience!

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Looming over her where three men with big wide grins. Men always seemed to loom over her in her life, though they where usually naked or half dressed pleasuring themselves. They always had a smell about them, sometimes it was some pre-war cologne and other times it was some awful body odor. Occasionally, it was whiskey off the breath of soldiers who where half dressed fumbling around with straps and belt buckles trying to place sloppy kisses on her neck. She hates the thought off what her life once was, some meat.

Though these men weren't here for an escort- no, they where here for a package she was carrying. Oh, what special cargo she had yet she didn't even know it. The man fumbled around in her satchel until he discovered the small little package with the item inside. Oh, how disgusted she was when she saw it was a fancy poker chip. A glint came off of the chip as the moonlight bounced off it as he stuffed it inside his coat pocket, and when his hand came out of his pocket it clutched a beautiful handgun. It was silver and gold with a scene of Mary on the handle. He said something but all she focused on was the barrel being pointed at her. She looked into his eyes with burning flames of passionate hate that sent a shiver down the checkered man's spine. Never had someone looked at him that way- he had been gazed upon with lust and envy, but never with the green, prickly hate that demanded justice. There was hell in her eyes that claimed his soul that very night, and he would wake up in cold sweat for the rest of his life. He was no longer free but trapped in some unforgivable prison of fear in the cell he molded from some twisted fate that very night. Under the moon there was a promise made between two people, a promise that would haunt him.

A promise of death.

Her head soon flung back into the dirt with a sickening pop and crunch from her skull. The sound of her corpse hitting the dirt was normal but he had never seen someone jerk like that. Her body broke out into uncontrollable spasms as they all stared at her. A wave of shock hung in the air as the men watched her life begin slipping away.

"She...she sure is a fighter, eh?" One of the men joked a bit, trying to lighten the mood.

"Well don't just stand there like an idiot! Start burying her already!" The man cried stuffing the gun back in his pocket while reaching for a cigarette.

From that night on, his life would never be the same. Those cactus green eyes would watch him in the night when his lights turned off, he would see them when he looked in the mirror, and they would plague his dreams that he had for the rest of his life.

Once he returned home he had started the work that only could begin once gaining the chip, but now it was time to begin the ending of the day. He had removed his clothes and ran water into his ceramic tub that was cool to the touch. When he turned he saw those eyes piecing into his soul, and she was towering in height just as he remembered but there was a hole between and above her eyes. He began panicking stumbling back in fear as she stared at him from the other side of the room with her burning, green eyes. He could hear the demons of hell calling his name with their frightening voices, and he could feel the flames lap at his body as she stumbled towards him with a grin. It was sick and twisted as he body jerked suddenly.

He shot three shells into the wall that night and called for guards to stay on that floor from that night on. He made them watch for the green eyed, tall woman who watched him from the shadows of his room in the night. Everyone thought he was crazy, telling him to loosen up. He did eventually, turning to booze to take his mind off the terror until he was sitting by the radio that night. He heard hell call his name again, but this time he was warned.

"A package courier found shot in the head near Goodsprings has reportedly regained consciousness, and has made a full recovery. Now that is a delivery service you can count on."

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Meet the Courier: Marie Harley!

Here she is!

Credit to the owners of the template and OC Creator under the cut!

At the bottom there is credit given to the person who made this template! It also says made with canva- meaning, that I decorated it (with the little pictures and such) and filled it out with canva! This template is not mine! I will leave a link for people to access to it! I just decorated it and filled it out! I also cannot draw or am I artistically inclined so I just put the big picture over the art stuff in the corner! I used a OC Creator (also not mine) and made my OC! I will add a link to that as well! I do not take credit for the little art of my OC in the corner or the template I used to let people know what my OC(s) is like!

The template I used is credited to the owner and I got it from here!

https://twitter.com/cparrisart/status/1475535559984656i392?lang=en

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I used this OC Creator- credit to the owner!

https://href.li/?https://www.dolldivine.com/vintage-western.php

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I have been working on my ocs for my Fallout New Vegas fic! Meet my girls! They are a work in progress!

Aren't they gorgeous?

Left: Rose Kent

Right: Marie Harley

Link to the OC Creator I used!

https://href.li/?https://www.dolldivine.com/vintage-western.php

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Please re-blog if you’re OK with silly fan art of your characters.

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This ^^

Just wanted to clear this thing up

Friendly reminder that if I haven’t answered your ask the same day, it means either: 

I want to treasure that ask forever

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I didnt have time, and ended up forgetting about it

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Stuff kids on tumblr better relearn

1. You are responsible for your own media experience. 

2. There is such a thing as a healthy level of avoidance towards topics that make you feel unwell or even (in a real-life clinical definition of the term) trigger you - but you are the one to actively take care of what you view.

3. Avoiding does not mean policing others.

4. You have no right to tell artists to censor themselves - you may criticize what others do, you may dislike it, that’s fine - but actively asking for censorship when you could easily unfollow or block a person just makes you look incompetent in your use of the internet.

5. Do not give people on tumblr or /any/ website the responsibility for your emotional well-being. Because these people do not even know you so no, you have no right to ask them to take care of you.

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Prologue - Closure

Fallout 4 / Fallout 3

Arthur Maxson X “Tom” Julian Douglas

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Three months since the missing patrol.

Three months since he had been promoted to Sentinel by Elder Sarah Lyons at just sixteen.

Three months since the previous Elder, Owyn Lyons, passed on peacefully, leaving Sarah Lyons to pick up the pieces.

Arthur sighed looking into the footlocker that was her’s, knowing it was time to move on, but moving on was so hard. No one should have to do this, nobody should have to empty a footlocker of a dead person.

Not necessarliy dead, he reminded himself, just presumed dead.

It didn’t make him feel better. Dead, or thought to be dead doesnt make it any better.

A simple recon mission, and not a single word from them. A week of conversation, then silence. Deafening silence.

He peered in at her personal belongings, analyzing her things. He noticed letters clipped together and he pulled them out with curiosity. They where made out to her from someone simply called Lone along with someone named Charon.

It somewhat felt wrong to open them. They where private...they where her’s, and she always hated when he would snoop in her footlocker as kids. All he knew, was she was always excited to receive letters from them, and always read them when away from him. He tried to read them when they first began to be friends, and she was furious. She refused to talk to him after that, until Sarah pushed them to be friends again. Sarah was always good at that, getting people to come together. 

Decinding against opening the letters, he dug in the box once more, finding old plane magazines within the box. He smiled sadly at them, remembering fondly of her obsession with them. She would spend hours telling him about them, informing him on their characteristics and differences. She promised to fly them one day, believing the Brotherhood would soon have them, if she had to build them herself. The books and magazines had her writing in them off to the side, and she had certain pages bookmarked.

He found something he completely forgot about until he found it here in the box. It was a small bobby pin box with a small assortment of tiny men inside. They where army men they had painted to look like Brotherhood soldiers. This was before there where many kids at the Citadel, before orphans from the Pitt where brought over. Those kids, like Tom, that came from the Pitt where brought to the Citadel and became Squires.

He didn't want to rummage in this footlocker anymore, he couldn't stand it. He closed the lid, and shakily hid it under his bed. He didn't want to look at it, didn't want to see it when he entered his room. She was dead, there was nothing to hold onto anymore, he wanted her to be dead so he didnt have to hold onto hope, so he didnt have to lay awake anymore wondering what happened. He wanted it over, and this was supposed to be closure...

This didn't feel like closure. 

She didn't make things easy when she left. She left him with the task of approaching two newly appointed knights, Danse and Cutler to give a goodbye letter to. There was also a gift, a gift that never reached Danse along with the letter.

The gift puzzled him, because it was unussual. It was a ring, a steel band that was handcrafted for his finger. He knew she had made it, she was always good at that sort of thing, but he knew that rings only meant one thing...

Marriage.

Marriage, a promise between to people. Sure, they where close...but where they really that close? 

It was selfish to keep the ring and the letter, he knew that. He did it anyways. He let the ring slip onto the chain that held his dogtags and stuffed the letter in his footlocker.

Promises didn't mean anything now, he kept telling himself this. It didn't matter because she was dead. 

She had to be for some kind of closure.

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Ask: Soft Starter Prompts

The Outer Worlds: Dottie X Felix Millstone

Your ask has now been @captastra

Prompt: “When you laugh like that, it just - you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

Credit: The author of this prompt(s) gets all credit for the prompt(s).

Note: Thank you for the ask! 

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“When you laugh like that, it just - you’re so beautiful, you know that?” Felix sighed, looking at her from where he was sitting on the end of the bed.

She was propped up against the wall at the other end of his bed as they watched serials. She was curled up under a blanket from her room along with his for extra warmth. 

She looked at him for a moment, taking him in.

Maybe I shouldn't have said that. She’s still dealing with the whole Max thing...

“You think so?” She asked, and he smiled softly.

Ever since Max had lied to her, broke her heart, and said he didn't like her that- worse calling whatever they had a fling...well, she had been hard on herself. She felt like she wasn't enough at times. That maybe she wasn't all that beautiful, or was overall not good enough in any way. Felix had taken notice in times like these. Whether it was late at night or when they where alone in her room some other time, she was insecure. 

“I know so, Dot,” he spoke, gently scooting over to her, wanting some blanket to share.

Most of all he wanted to be close to her, to let her know that he thought the world of her with just one touch. He longed to feel her warmth under that blanket, and hear her laugh again like before.

“Give me some blanket, your hogging it all!” Felix spoke, and she rearranged herself on the bed, making room for him.

He sat behind her with his blanket around him, and she sat between his legs leaning against him as she adverted her eyes to the serial that was playing.

Things like this still sent his mind into a frenzy- no, a panic. She would cuddle up against him like this even though they where just friends. She would never mention it in a way that it was romantic, just platonic. It made him happy though, and he was always content with whatever made her happy. If sitting here cuddling yet it didn't mean anything romantic was all they would have, it was enough. She was enough, anything she did was enough.

“You know Dottie, you are enough, you always will be,” Felix whispered to her, and she tilted her head back to look at him.

“Huh?”

“You shouldn't be so hard on yourself. I noticed, I may be stupid...but I am not oblivious all the time,” he spoke, and she slapped him hard on the leg.

“Ow!”

“Your not stupid, Felix. So, shut up. You just think different, that’s all. You may work a bit slower than others, but your not stupid!” She scolded, and he grew embarrassed.

“You know what I meant. Stop changing the subject. Your enough. Say it,” he spoke, and she felt small.

“I am enough,” she whispered.

“Louder. That’s whispering.”

“I am enough.”

“Louder, Dot.”

“I am enough!” She spoke loudly, and he smiled.

“You really are. No matter what, I will always see you as enough. You are...you are perfect. I wouldn’t want you any other way. No matter what. So, stop being so hard on yourself,” he whispered, and he gently put his hand on hers.

She moved his hands over her, wrapping them around her and leaning into him. She never moved her hands from his, keeping them placed over his. He nuzzled up against her, resting his head up against hers, side-by-side.

“I am enough.”

“Always.”

“Always?”

“Yes. Forever.”

Her hands where warm against his, wishing he could stay like this forever. Never being close to someone like this and now having this closeness? It was perfect, heavenly even. Maybe this was all there was to life, just her. That would be fine by him, he would love this every night. Maybe he could pick up the pieces, but for now, he would stay content with hushed conversations of self-worth and holding one-another.

“Forever...”

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ♡

For the fluff and soft hearted, here is another lists of sentence starters that has the highest potentiality to turn into a soft scenarios. Feel free to change any pronouns / sentence structure according to your muse’s preference!     TRIGGER WARNING:   N/A.

“I never noticed your eyes were this [colour].”

“Your heartbeat’s really loud.”

“You asleep?”

“I like this, being so close to you.”

“Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that? Here, lemme just—”

“You’re so, so, so pretty.”

“I just — I’m breathless, okay? Whenever I’m with you, it happens.”

“You make my heart beat so quick.”

“You always know how to make me smile.”

“You’ll always be safe with me.”

[Kisses the other on the cheek]

“Always.”

“I can’t imagine being anywhere but here with you.”

“All my choices lead me to you.”

“I’ll never give you up.”

“I sleep better if you’re around.”

“You snore in your sleep. But… it’s adorable, okay?”

“I like this. A quiet breakfast with you.”

“There’re billions of people on this planet, and I love you. How incredible is that?”

“I trust you.”

[Holds the other’s hand when they think the other won’t notice]

“You keep staring at me instead of watching the film. What’s up?”

“Let’s push all of these stuff away. I wanna dance here right now with you.”

“Are we really doing this? Are we really slow-dancing?”

“When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

“No, sorry, you laughed. I … I never saw it before. It’s — pretty.”

“You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.”

[Puts head on the other’s shoulder]

“I will never let you go.”

“You’re the best thing to have ever happened to me.”

“You wrote me a song?”

“You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.”

[Suddenly feels around the bed to search for the other’s hand / body when they’re sleeping]

[Extends a hand when they see the other was searching for it while they’re sleeping]

“I just feel calmer. When I’m with you.”

“You’re not in bed. I came looking for you.”

“What are you doing up? Come to bed.”

“It’s weird. I never thought I could feel like this, but you showed up. Now, it’s like I don’t wanna go on knowing I might lose the feeling.”

“I don’t mind sharing the blankets with you.”

“You’re cold. Come here.”

“You always do that. You always warm me up.”

“Stay.”

“It’s getting crowded. Here, hold my hand.”

[Hugs for a very long time]

[Puts feet on the other’s lap]

“I’m so proud of you, you know that?”

“I love you.”

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Ask: Lovey Dovey Prompts

Your ask has now been @captastra

Credit: The author of this prompt(s) gets all credit for the prompt(s).

Note: Thank you for the ask! I keep trying to fix it to where you can see it and its on the right blog. It’s the third try I believe...

♥ (12) What do you love most about your OC?

I love that she is not like the women that are what society sees mostly as a whole as the ideal woman (physically). She is built and muscular. Her arms (that is admired by Felix daily) are working arms that would be considered manly. I am not saying she works out, but she looks like she does. I suppose its in her genes. She isn't the typical woman you would see in a magazine modeling clothes and such. I love that about her, because she looks like she could break you in half, but sounds like a grandma with those nicknames- and she is just as sweet too.

♥ (18) Does your OC have a “type”?

Heck no. She likes both an old man (Ellie’s words- not mine), and a dumb juvenile (Max’s words- again, not mine). She really just falls, and when she falls...its hard. If she had to have a type though, it would be her friends. It sounds odd, but she just falls for her male friends. She feels closer to them, and she likes to become friends before being with them.

Lovey Dovey OC Development Prompts

Here’s a lil’ somethin’ somethin’ for you all on this corporate holiday! You can fill this out on your own, or you can ask your followers to send you numbers! (Oh, and remember that the real holiday is tomorrow, when all the holiday candy is discounted.) Have fun!

♥ (01) Is your OC in love? If so, with whom, and for how long? ♥ (02) Does another OC love your OC? If so, whom, and does your OC know? ♥ (03) Are there any romantic gestures that your OC loves? ♥ (04) Are there any romantic gestures that your OC hates? ♥ (05) What is the most romantic thing your OC has done for someone else? ♥ (06) What is the most romantic thing that has been done for your OC? ♥ (07) How successful is your OC at flirting with others? ♥ (08) What is your OC’s dream marriage proposal? ♥ (09) What is your OC’s favorite small way to show their love? ♥ (10) What is your OC’s favorite big way to show their love? ♥ (11) What do others love most about your OC? ♥ (12) What do you love most about your OC? ♥ (13) How does your OC show their love to those that are not their partner(s)? ♥ (14) Does your OC have any romantic traditions? ♥ (15) What is your OC’s favorite type of Valentine’s Day candy? ♥ (16) What is your OC’s ideal first date? ♥ (17) Could your OC fall in love with someone they’ve never met in person? ♥ (18) Does your OC have a “type”? ♥ (19) How highly does your OC value love (platonic, romantic, or otherwise)? ♥ (20) How does your OC feel about public displays of affection? ♥ (21) Does your OC believe in love at first sight? ♥ (22) How often does your OC read romantic literature? ♥ (23) What is your OC’s favorite nice thing to do for themselves? ♥ (24) How does your OC determine that they’re attracted to someone? ♥ (25) Does your OC believe in soulmates? ♥ (26) Is your OC ever the first to say “I love you”? ♥ (27) How does your OC typically spend their Valentine’s Day? ♥ (28) What is something unconventional that your OC thinks is romantic? ♥ (29) What is your OC’s favorite love song? ♥ (30) What is your OC’s favorite romantic movie?

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Thanks for being so patient with the asks. I finally answered them! I haven’t wrote much on here! Love you all!

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Ask: Lovey Dovey Prompts

Your ask has now been @the-laridian

Credit: The author of this prompt(s) gets all credit for the prompt(s).

Note: Thank you for the ask!

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♥ (08) What is your OC’s dream marriage proposal?

She would like it to be genuine, not planned, spur-of-the moment, yet all in the right, due time. She wants it to come from the heart, even if it may be the messiest proposal ever given. It could be after a hard battle, where her and her companion are covered in blood and guts. It could be in the night, when she is almost asleep next to her partner who is wide awake in thought. But, it has to be serious, and meant.

♥ (16) What is your OC’s ideal first date?

Honestly, as much as going to a bar may seem to be her thing, she wouldn’t want that. She would want to spend the night lounging on some comfortable furniture, gorging on snacks, and watching serials or a tossball match. Again, she wants it to be genuine, where they both can be themselves and talk during ads abound the things they like, or maybe something stupid.

♥ (17) Could your OC fall in love with someone they’ve never met in person?

No. She wants- has to be friends with the guy first. She wants to know them as a friend first- so she can know him as his real self, not some “first meeting you on a date” self. Must be friends, and in person first.

♥ (19) How highly does your OC value love (platonic, romantic, or otherwise)?

Highly- so high. She loves her friends, family, and her partner. If your her partner, she trusts you like she trusts a close friend, because to be her partner, you would have to be her friend first. She would love her friends dearly, and they become her family. She would drag out fight for you if your her friend, family, or partner. Because to be considered any of those titles, means she loves you, and she would do anything for someone she loves.

Lovey Dovey OC Development Prompts

Here's a lil' somethin' somethin' for you all on this corporate holiday! You can fill this out on your own, or you can ask your followers to send you numbers! (Oh, and remember that the real holiday is tomorrow, when all the holiday candy is discounted.) Have fun!

♥ (01) Is your OC in love? If so, with whom, and for how long? ♥ (02) Does another OC love your OC? If so, whom, and does your OC know? ♥ (03) Are there any romantic gestures that your OC loves? ♥ (04) Are there any romantic gestures that your OC hates? ♥ (05) What is the most romantic thing your OC has done for someone else? ♥ (06) What is the most romantic thing that has been done for your OC? ♥ (07) How successful is your OC at flirting with others? ♥ (08) What is your OC's dream marriage proposal? ♥ (09) What is your OC's favorite small way to show their love? ♥ (10) What is your OC's favorite big way to show their love? ♥ (11) What do others love most about your OC? ♥ (12) What do you love most about your OC? ♥ (13) How does your OC show their love to those that are not their partner(s)? ♥ (14) Does your OC have any romantic traditions? ♥ (15) What is your OC's favorite type of Valentine's Day candy? ♥ (16) What is your OC's ideal first date? ♥ (17) Could your OC fall in love with someone they've never met in person? ♥ (18) Does your OC have a "type"? ♥ (19) How highly does your OC value love (platonic, romantic, or otherwise)? ♥ (20) How does your OC feel about public displays of affection? ♥ (21) Does your OC believe in love at first sight? ♥ (22) How often does your OC read romantic literature? ♥ (23) What is your OC's favorite nice thing to do for themselves? ♥ (24) How does your OC determine that they're attracted to someone? ♥ (25) Does your OC believe in soulmates? ♥ (26) Is your OC ever the first to say "I love you"? ♥ (27) How does your OC typically spend their Valentine's Day? ♥ (28) What is something unconventional that your OC thinks is romantic? ♥ (29) What is your OC's favorite love song? ♥ (30) What is your OC's favorite romantic movie?

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Important Announcement!:

When you send in an ask that involves a post like:

The Title of The Post/List:

1. Question!

2. A Question!

3. A Question Once Again!

Please make sure to ask it like this (so I can answer it without any issues in finding it):

The Title of the List/Post You Received it From:

1. Question!

2. A Question!

3. A Question Once Again!

It’s not me being rude, I just have an extremely hard time finding the post (at times) it came from so I can give credit. Also, when you just put Title: 1, 18, 19 I have a hard time finding the post so I don’t know the questions or things from the post/list so I can answer them! Thanks!

Also, when I do these types of things where I have or write from prompts other people post, all credit goes to them for said prompt. I want to make sure to clarify that all credit goes to them, I do not want it to seem like I am copying them!  

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Your ask has now been answered @thisisrigged4

Felix Millstone X Captain Dottie

Prompt: “Name, this is serious!”

Note: Thank you for the ask!

Credit: The author of this prompt(s) gets all credit for the prompt(s). 

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Felix’s throat was filled with panic and fear as he tried to decide whether to punch the Captain, or kiss her all over for being alive.

“Felix, I really am fine. I’m alive, aren’t I?”

“This time you are! Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Right now, he is pacing in the cargo bay where the makeshift hospital was. The Captain had decided to go out on her own to “clear her head”, without telling anyone. Which in turn sent everyone into a frantic search. They had found her in a bar with a knife in her shoulder.

“Dottie, this is serious!” He shouted at her, causing her to shrink back.

Realizing he just shouted at her, he sighed plopping in the chair next to her cot.

“Dot...I’m sorry...I’m just really scared, okay?” He sighed grabbing her hand tenderly, as if she where glass.

“I know, Felix. Just...just try to see where I am coming from, okay? I needed out of the ship, I needed away from you guys. I just found out Max lied, all my friends and family on Earth on probably dead...its getting to be to much. I don’t think I can keep doing this,” she broke, and he watched her squirm anxiously.

“Dottie, I can’t tell you its going to be okay, and I feel like saying sorry won’t help either...but I love you. I mean, you mean so much to me, and if I lost you I think I wouldn’t have a home again. Because the ship isn’t home- not home to any of us, we need you. I need you,” he explained, and she flushed red.

“Aww, Felix-.”

“I am serious. I need you, Dot.”

She squeezed his rough hand, and he saw her eyes flash with joy. They fluttered closed as she brought his hand to her cheek, lovingly pressing it to her cheek with happiness.

“I need you too, Felix.”

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Injury Discovery Dialogue Prompts

- “You told me that you were okay! You promised!”

- “Why didn’t you tell me?!”

- “How long have you been covering this?!”

- “Who did this to you?”

- “[Name], this is serious!”

- “Cut the crap and tell me what happened.”

- “You’ve been trying to deal with this yourself?”

- “You idiot!”

- “Why did you lie to me?”

- “We could have prevented this!”

- “If you didn’t want to be a burden, you should have gotten it treated right!”

- “You didn’t think it was that bad? Are you looking at it?!”

- “You are not fine!”

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