It was a dark and, on the surface, stormy night in the Vault, as all the little Vault Inhabitants slept soundly in their beds. All but maybe five or six. One was looking up Holotapes of the remains of YouTube, another few were reading, one was watching his father's old Playboy Holotapes, and one in particular was playing
I Want To Be The Vault Boy on his Pip-Boy, as he strode through the silent halls, the only sounds being his numerous deaths and occasional breathed swear. "Son of a biscuit-eating Molerat!" He muttered harshly, as his character died to another badly timed jump. Were there windows that could see the surface in the hallway, he would have seen and heard the dramatic lightning and thunder that carried on above his oblivious head. All that remained of the dramatic night was the steady
drip-drip-drip of the leaky pipes. The screen of his Pip-boy squeaked under his finger's frantic pressure as he failed another jump over a spike pit. "God damn, but this thing is so hard!" He lamented to nobody in particular.
The Sniper grinned to themselves, desperately trying not to giggle.
Gah, this buffoon is giving me a perfect line, but I'm not ready yet... they thought as the shimmied into their position, hidden inside an air duct. They suppressed another chuckle as they attached a suppressor to their 10MM Handgun, while their target fumed again, rather furiously. "Augh, these pointy jerks keep getting me in the a**!" He cried, stopping not four feet from the Snipers hiding spot.
A merry tune played from his Pip-boy, proclaiming in 8-bit joy that he had, again, died.
Almost a shame, really. What with that being so fitting, and it being the last thing you will ever hear. The Sniper mused, aiming at the still-swearing silhouette as the music continued. The Sniper was right; it was the last music
Merlin P. Davis would ever hear, and it would be the first music the Vault Inhabitants would hear when they found his body the next morning. As the Sniper stood in the crowd around his body, they whispered quietly three small words, an evil grin smugly set on their face: "Lol, you died."
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"It appears that the Sniper games of the world we all left have followed us here." The Overseer lamented into the P.A. system.
"We are not yet rid of their evil. But we are not powerless. This Sniper can be stopped, and this time, we won't ever resort to nuclear bombs as our forefathers did before they sealed this Vault. We will find you, O Sniper mine, and we shall have your head." The P.A. died with a crackle, the Vault stricken with fear.
I only hope we catch this madman before he gets us all killed. the Overseer mulled, as they reclined in their chair.
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#000, Merlin P. Davis, has been Sniped! (Lol)Nobody got jailed yet!________
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