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  1. Tomb Spyder

    Beautiful. A Fallout 4 Fanfic. About an Assaultron. Yay.

    It's on hiatus till I get back into Fallout again.
  2. Tomb Spyder

    Beautiful. A Fallout 4 Fanfic. About an Assaultron. Yay.
    Threadmarks: C-1J.

    So anyway I started a worm fic. Which I am now juggling along with this, the Multicross fic, and life. I'm an idiot-I'm a genius. C-1J. KLEO had been a fun bitch to chat with, but ultimately she didn't have what I needed. The Corporal had offered her private frequency however. A way of...
  3. Tomb Spyder

    Beautiful. A Fallout 4 Fanfic. About an Assaultron. Yay.
    Threadmarks: C-1I.

    A small chat with KLEO. C-1I. For a machine, KLEO decorated her shop at least somewhat tastefully. Ok, that was a fucking lie. The outside was gaudy as shit. And the inside was bland as fuck. If stupidly neat and organized. Hancock had eventually fucked off, taking most of the crowd with...
  4. Tomb Spyder

    Beautiful. A Fallout 4 Fanfic. About an Assaultron. Yay.
    Threadmarks: C-1H.

    Beep. C-1H. Gotta say, seeing the Neighborhood Watch start shitting themselves at the sight of a sentry bot carrying a gaggle of Assaultrons and pulling a scrap cart filled with various odds and ends, all covered by a big ass tarp, was pretty damn funny. The bald headed fuck that had tried...
  5. Tomb Spyder

    Beautiful. A Fallout 4 Fanfic. About an Assaultron. Yay.
    Threadmarks: C-1G.

    I'm baaaaaack. Just more focused on updating my main fic so don't expect mega activity here or anything. Updates shall appear when the mood strikes. C-1G. For a buncha fucking farmers that had just been evicted from their home, these people adapted pretty fast. The stronger men and women had...
  6. Tomb Spyder

    Beautiful. A Fallout 4 Fanfic. About an Assaultron. Yay.

    Myeeeeeeees. Goooooood.
  7. Tomb Spyder

    Beautiful. A Fallout 4 Fanfic. About an Assaultron. Yay.

    Yep. Reuploaded from my spacebattles account.
  8. Tomb Spyder

    Beautiful. A Fallout 4 Fanfic. About an Assaultron. Yay.
    Threadmarks: C-1F.

    Rah rah rah rah. C-1F. Up. Down. Up. Down. The small pouch of caps fell back into my remaining claw with a quiet thunk. Felt good to have some again. Even if I was still a fucking robot. "Ma'am." I looked up. One of the Assaultrons. I couldn't be bothered learning their...
  9. Tomb Spyder

    Beautiful. A Fallout 4 Fanfic. About an Assaultron. Yay.
    Threadmarks: C-1E.

    Tomb Spyder answers the call. May the funny words flow. C-1E. The sound of haphazard construction and repairs continued to sound out from beyond the shack I had taken up for myself. Turns out the Handy was good for something besides cleaning after all, it could do basic repairs, up to and...
  10. Tomb Spyder

    Beautiful. A Fallout 4 Fanfic. About an Assaultron. Yay.
    Threadmarks: C-1D.

    Cheese pizza fucking slaps. C-1D. Dash to the right. Step forward, stab with the jagged piece of scrap I call a limb, step back before the fucker turns. One of the Assaultrons was thrown into a wall by the struggling Sentry bot. Two more took it's place, leaping onto the big bastard's...
  11. Tomb Spyder

    Beautiful. A Fallout 4 Fanfic. About an Assaultron. Yay.
    Threadmarks: C-1C.

    WoOoOOoooOOooOooOo. C-1C. "Lieutenant?" One of the Gutsy's optics swivelled, turning to look at me. "YES CAPTAIN?" "Do you know of any other robotic soldiers that were captured by the...communists?" The machine remained silent for a moment, as if attempting to remember, before it...
  12. Tomb Spyder

    Beautiful. A Fallout 4 Fanfic. About an Assaultron. Yay.

    I'm fucking wheezing you utter bastard.
  13. Tomb Spyder

    Beautiful. A Fallout 4 Fanfic. About an Assaultron. Yay.
    Threadmarks: C-1B.

    Beep boop. Maggot. C-1B. It had been some time since I'd seen anything besides dirt, gnarled trees and bombed out buildings. Fourteen hours, thirty seven minutes and fifty three seconds in fact. If the chronometer was to be believed. I probably looked a sorry sight. A machine steadily...
  14. Tomb Spyder

    Beautiful. A Fallout 4 Fanfic. About an Assaultron. Yay.
    Threadmarks: C-1A.

    Choo choo motherfuckers, I'm writing another fic about some machine lady fucking about. This one's a fair bit smaller though. Not quite a self insert though I reckon if you enjoy that kind of stuff you might like this too, but what do I know? (This is being crossposted from my...
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