Chapter 5: Tranquility Lane
Private made it to a small abandon car repair shop. Private looked at his Pip-Boy to see if he went to the right place, and it detto volta, vault 112. Private went inside anyways to see what he could find. The place was old and dusty, cobwebs everywhere. Private noticed a huge door on the floor on the far-left side of the room, and walked to it. He opened the door and it showed stairs that lead to the basement. He went down, but saw that this wasn’t the basement at all. Instead it was the entrance to volta, vault 112. Private looked at the control panel, and just simply just pressed the button that detto “Open.” The big door opened and the pinguino went inside to find his father. He looked around and noticed how it looked a lot like volta, vault 101, just exactly like it. Just then a robot walked up to Private and started talking to him.
“Welcome, resident!” detto the robot. “According to my scanners te are 200.3 years late. Please put on your volta, vault 112 jumpsuit. If te do not have one, I am authorized to give te a new one.”
Private detto he didn’t have one and was dato a new jumpsuit. He put it on just in case if anything goes fishy and was told to head to the lower level of the Vault. Once he got there he saw pods in the room. One of them opened, and the robot that greeted him told him to get in. Private was a bit suspicious, but went in the pod anyways. He got in, and the pod closed locking him inside. A small Televisione turned on and the successivo thing he knew everything went white.
Private look up, and looked up at the sky...it was black and white. He sat up and saw that everything was in black and white. But what was even stranger is that this didn’t look like the Capital Wasteland anymore. Instead it looked like a small neighborhood in the 1950’s. Everyone was dressed differently, buildings not destroyed, and people not suffering o killing each other. It was like the apocalypse never happened. Just then a pinguino walked up to Private.
“Hey there, sport!” he said, with a smile. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?”
“Whe-where am I?” asked Private.
“Where are you? Ha-ha! Should lay off the egg cream don’t te think? Why don’t te go to the playground, son? Your friend Betty’s waiting for you.”
Private was very confused, not having one clue what he just said. Private looked at a window from one of the houses, and saw that even he looked completely different. Instead of wearing the volta, vault 112 jumpsuit, he was in a striped t-shirt, and he wasn’t the same nineteen-year-old he was before. He was ten years old again! Private didn’t know what was going on, but he needed to figure it out quickly. Just then a dog walked up to Private and started to whimper. The dog couldn’t speak English but he was poking Private a lot and just wouldn’t stop. Private shoos the dog away, and the dog just walked away. Private waddled to the playground to talk to this Betty that pinguino told him about. He saw a female lemure that looked the same age as him; it had to be Betty.
“Um, hello,” greeted Private.
“Hi!” she detto in a burst of excitement. “Someone knew to play with! What luck I’ve been having lately.”
“Uh...can te help me find father da any chance?”
“Gee, I don’t know. What does he look like?”
“A bit taller than me, flat head, and he’s a doctor.”
“Hmm, I don’t believe I’ve seen him. But anyways, do te want to play?”
“I really can’t, I need to find my dad.”
But then Betty started talking in a different, in a manly voice. “Listen here, penguin,” Betty said. “If te truly value your life then te will play with me now!”
“O-o-okay!”
“Goody!” Betty detto in her little girl voice. “I know what game we can play first. Do te see that chubby lontra over there?”
She pointed to a young lontra selling limonata successivo to his house. “Yes, what about him?”
“He annoys me, so I want te to tell him that his parents are getting a divorce and that it’s his entire fault.”
“What? I can’t possibly-”
And in Betty’s alternate voice again, she said. “Do it now o te will die!”
Private didn’t argue and went to go do what she said. He didn’t want to do it, but what choice did he have? This is another place and he has no idea what Betty could do to him. Private walked up to the lontra and did what Betty told him to do.
“Hi there!” detto the otter. “Do te wanna buy some lemonade?”
“Um, no thanks,” detto Private. “I wanted to tell you...that your parents are getting a divorce.”
“Wha...what, but why, was it something I did?”
“Yes...your parents detto they’re getting a divorce because of you.”
The lontra ran off crying inside the house. Private felt really bad that he did that, but it’s not like he had a choice. Private went back to Betty.
“There,” he said. “I did want te want.”
“That was funny!” she said, while laughing. “That was a great game. Now I have another one we can play.”
“What do te want me to do now?”
“There is this husband and wife that lives successivo door to me, and they just seem too happy for my taste. I want te to kill one of them with no one looking, and put the blame on the other.”
“I cant-”
“Do I have to explain this to te again? Now look, I’m going to play somewhere else for right now. I expect te to have the job done when I get back.”
Betty skipped away to another area to do what she wanted. Private couldn’t do this much longer. It was one thing to lie to someone innocent, but to kill someone innocent just wasn’t in him. He didn’t know what to do now, but then that same dog came up to him and tried to get Private’s attention again. He wasn’t sure what the dog wanted, but it looked like he wanted Private to follow him. Private didn’t know why this dog wanted him to follow him, but what did he have to lose? He followed the dog inside an empty house filled with random items. Private wasn’t sure why this dog led him here, but the dog touched the radio in the room and it made a ding. Private figured it out; the items in the room would open something up that could help Private escape this world. There was a radio, a glass pitcher, a bottle, a gnome, and a cinder block. Tapping all these items in the right order would solve the puzzle. He tapped the bottle next, and it made the same ding the radio made when it was touched. He was getting a bit closer. He tapped the cinder block successivo but made a different type of ding, which meant he had start over. So now the pinguino tapped the radio and the bottle again, and then tried to gnome and that made the right ding this time. There were only two items left, and from a stroke of luck Private tapped the cinder block again and made the correct ding. So that meant the glass pitcher was the last item to touch. He tapped the glass pitcher and after it made one final ding the bacheca on the far right of the house opened up.
Inside was a machine that had screens that showed everywhere outside. This is was cause of this whole different world, and what Betty must have used to trap everyone in volta, vault 112 to be stuck in here. Private switched the machine off, hoping to end this terror once and for all. But once he did he started to hear gunshots outside. Private ran out, and saw volta, vault guards all over killing everyone outside. This isn’t what he expected to happen at all! He thought it would send everyone back to the Vault. Betty ran to Private and she was very angry.
“You idiot!” she said. “Do te know what te just done?”
“I suppose not because everyone is being killed!” detto Private.
Betty started talking in her male voice, but then a little in her child voice. Like there was a malfunction o something. “All I wanted was to be with someone...you ruined that for me! I never wanted to trap everyone in volta, vault 112 in this dream...but...I had no one else....”
Private was confused, he didn’t know what to say.
“I’ll send te back now,” Betty said. “You...and your father.”
“My father?” asked Private.
But before his domanda was answered he was sent back into the real world. He woke up inside the pod, which was now opening. Once it was fully opened he got out and was now back inside volta, vault 112. Another pod started to open, Private wasn’t sure who was coming out of it...but then he say his face. It was his father, Skipper.
“Dad!” Private shouted, as he ran to hug his father.
“Oy!” he detto on the impact of the hug, but then smiled and returned the hug. “Private, my son. It’s good to see te again!”
“Dad...DAD!” Private’s voice quickly turned into anger. “Why didn’t te tell me te were going to leave the Vault! te left it in chaos!”
“Private I-”
“The Overseer tried to have me killed!”
“I know son, but-”
“I spent days wondering and trying to survive just trying to find you!” Private’s anger then turned into tears, crying on Skipper’s chest.
“Private! Listen to me. I‘m sorry I left you, but it was too dangerous for te to come. I‘m very lucky that you‘re not dead now. I had to leave because-”
“For Project Purity?”
“Yes, that is why.”
“I know about it now, and I’m sorry I angry with te right now.”
“It’s alright, and thank for te saving me from that horrible place.”
“That Betty character detto te were inside there but I couldn’t find you.”
“Private, who else do te think was helping in there?”
“You were that dog?”
“Yes, and I hope to never become one again. Feels good having flippers and walking on two legs again. Well, stubby legs, anyways.”
“I listened to your journals back at Jefferson Memorial, did te find that G.E.C.K., and does one even exist?”
“No, there wasn’t one here, but I was right about Rockgut’s studies. However the technology is unstable, and even dangerous. But it CAN be adapted for Project Purity.”
“Do te know where to find one?”
“No, but we need to head back to Rivet City so I can talk to Doris. If we can find a G..E.C.K., then we can make Project Purity work.”
“So...you’re going back to Rivet City and keep working?”
“Yes, but this time I would like for te to come with me. I want te to be there when we finally open the floodgates, and finish what me and your mother started years ago.”
Private smiled at his dad, giving him another big hug. They went to Rivet City to work on Project Purity together as father and son, and give hope to those animali that were less fortunate in the Capital Wasteland.
Private made it to a small abandon car repair shop. Private looked at his Pip-Boy to see if he went to the right place, and it detto volta, vault 112. Private went inside anyways to see what he could find. The place was old and dusty, cobwebs everywhere. Private noticed a huge door on the floor on the far-left side of the room, and walked to it. He opened the door and it showed stairs that lead to the basement. He went down, but saw that this wasn’t the basement at all. Instead it was the entrance to volta, vault 112. Private looked at the control panel, and just simply just pressed the button that detto “Open.” The big door opened and the pinguino went inside to find his father. He looked around and noticed how it looked a lot like volta, vault 101, just exactly like it. Just then a robot walked up to Private and started talking to him.
“Welcome, resident!” detto the robot. “According to my scanners te are 200.3 years late. Please put on your volta, vault 112 jumpsuit. If te do not have one, I am authorized to give te a new one.”
Private detto he didn’t have one and was dato a new jumpsuit. He put it on just in case if anything goes fishy and was told to head to the lower level of the Vault. Once he got there he saw pods in the room. One of them opened, and the robot that greeted him told him to get in. Private was a bit suspicious, but went in the pod anyways. He got in, and the pod closed locking him inside. A small Televisione turned on and the successivo thing he knew everything went white.
Private look up, and looked up at the sky...it was black and white. He sat up and saw that everything was in black and white. But what was even stranger is that this didn’t look like the Capital Wasteland anymore. Instead it looked like a small neighborhood in the 1950’s. Everyone was dressed differently, buildings not destroyed, and people not suffering o killing each other. It was like the apocalypse never happened. Just then a pinguino walked up to Private.
“Hey there, sport!” he said, with a smile. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?”
“Whe-where am I?” asked Private.
“Where are you? Ha-ha! Should lay off the egg cream don’t te think? Why don’t te go to the playground, son? Your friend Betty’s waiting for you.”
Private was very confused, not having one clue what he just said. Private looked at a window from one of the houses, and saw that even he looked completely different. Instead of wearing the volta, vault 112 jumpsuit, he was in a striped t-shirt, and he wasn’t the same nineteen-year-old he was before. He was ten years old again! Private didn’t know what was going on, but he needed to figure it out quickly. Just then a dog walked up to Private and started to whimper. The dog couldn’t speak English but he was poking Private a lot and just wouldn’t stop. Private shoos the dog away, and the dog just walked away. Private waddled to the playground to talk to this Betty that pinguino told him about. He saw a female lemure that looked the same age as him; it had to be Betty.
“Um, hello,” greeted Private.
“Hi!” she detto in a burst of excitement. “Someone knew to play with! What luck I’ve been having lately.”
“Uh...can te help me find father da any chance?”
“Gee, I don’t know. What does he look like?”
“A bit taller than me, flat head, and he’s a doctor.”
“Hmm, I don’t believe I’ve seen him. But anyways, do te want to play?”
“I really can’t, I need to find my dad.”
But then Betty started talking in a different, in a manly voice. “Listen here, penguin,” Betty said. “If te truly value your life then te will play with me now!”
“O-o-okay!”
“Goody!” Betty detto in her little girl voice. “I know what game we can play first. Do te see that chubby lontra over there?”
She pointed to a young lontra selling limonata successivo to his house. “Yes, what about him?”
“He annoys me, so I want te to tell him that his parents are getting a divorce and that it’s his entire fault.”
“What? I can’t possibly-”
And in Betty’s alternate voice again, she said. “Do it now o te will die!”
Private didn’t argue and went to go do what she said. He didn’t want to do it, but what choice did he have? This is another place and he has no idea what Betty could do to him. Private walked up to the lontra and did what Betty told him to do.
“Hi there!” detto the otter. “Do te wanna buy some lemonade?”
“Um, no thanks,” detto Private. “I wanted to tell you...that your parents are getting a divorce.”
“Wha...what, but why, was it something I did?”
“Yes...your parents detto they’re getting a divorce because of you.”
The lontra ran off crying inside the house. Private felt really bad that he did that, but it’s not like he had a choice. Private went back to Betty.
“There,” he said. “I did want te want.”
“That was funny!” she said, while laughing. “That was a great game. Now I have another one we can play.”
“What do te want me to do now?”
“There is this husband and wife that lives successivo door to me, and they just seem too happy for my taste. I want te to kill one of them with no one looking, and put the blame on the other.”
“I cant-”
“Do I have to explain this to te again? Now look, I’m going to play somewhere else for right now. I expect te to have the job done when I get back.”
Betty skipped away to another area to do what she wanted. Private couldn’t do this much longer. It was one thing to lie to someone innocent, but to kill someone innocent just wasn’t in him. He didn’t know what to do now, but then that same dog came up to him and tried to get Private’s attention again. He wasn’t sure what the dog wanted, but it looked like he wanted Private to follow him. Private didn’t know why this dog wanted him to follow him, but what did he have to lose? He followed the dog inside an empty house filled with random items. Private wasn’t sure why this dog led him here, but the dog touched the radio in the room and it made a ding. Private figured it out; the items in the room would open something up that could help Private escape this world. There was a radio, a glass pitcher, a bottle, a gnome, and a cinder block. Tapping all these items in the right order would solve the puzzle. He tapped the bottle next, and it made the same ding the radio made when it was touched. He was getting a bit closer. He tapped the cinder block successivo but made a different type of ding, which meant he had start over. So now the pinguino tapped the radio and the bottle again, and then tried to gnome and that made the right ding this time. There were only two items left, and from a stroke of luck Private tapped the cinder block again and made the correct ding. So that meant the glass pitcher was the last item to touch. He tapped the glass pitcher and after it made one final ding the bacheca on the far right of the house opened up.
Inside was a machine that had screens that showed everywhere outside. This is was cause of this whole different world, and what Betty must have used to trap everyone in volta, vault 112 to be stuck in here. Private switched the machine off, hoping to end this terror once and for all. But once he did he started to hear gunshots outside. Private ran out, and saw volta, vault guards all over killing everyone outside. This isn’t what he expected to happen at all! He thought it would send everyone back to the Vault. Betty ran to Private and she was very angry.
“You idiot!” she said. “Do te know what te just done?”
“I suppose not because everyone is being killed!” detto Private.
Betty started talking in her male voice, but then a little in her child voice. Like there was a malfunction o something. “All I wanted was to be with someone...you ruined that for me! I never wanted to trap everyone in volta, vault 112 in this dream...but...I had no one else....”
Private was confused, he didn’t know what to say.
“I’ll send te back now,” Betty said. “You...and your father.”
“My father?” asked Private.
But before his domanda was answered he was sent back into the real world. He woke up inside the pod, which was now opening. Once it was fully opened he got out and was now back inside volta, vault 112. Another pod started to open, Private wasn’t sure who was coming out of it...but then he say his face. It was his father, Skipper.
“Dad!” Private shouted, as he ran to hug his father.
“Oy!” he detto on the impact of the hug, but then smiled and returned the hug. “Private, my son. It’s good to see te again!”
“Dad...DAD!” Private’s voice quickly turned into anger. “Why didn’t te tell me te were going to leave the Vault! te left it in chaos!”
“Private I-”
“The Overseer tried to have me killed!”
“I know son, but-”
“I spent days wondering and trying to survive just trying to find you!” Private’s anger then turned into tears, crying on Skipper’s chest.
“Private! Listen to me. I‘m sorry I left you, but it was too dangerous for te to come. I‘m very lucky that you‘re not dead now. I had to leave because-”
“For Project Purity?”
“Yes, that is why.”
“I know about it now, and I’m sorry I angry with te right now.”
“It’s alright, and thank for te saving me from that horrible place.”
“That Betty character detto te were inside there but I couldn’t find you.”
“Private, who else do te think was helping in there?”
“You were that dog?”
“Yes, and I hope to never become one again. Feels good having flippers and walking on two legs again. Well, stubby legs, anyways.”
“I listened to your journals back at Jefferson Memorial, did te find that G.E.C.K., and does one even exist?”
“No, there wasn’t one here, but I was right about Rockgut’s studies. However the technology is unstable, and even dangerous. But it CAN be adapted for Project Purity.”
“Do te know where to find one?”
“No, but we need to head back to Rivet City so I can talk to Doris. If we can find a G..E.C.K., then we can make Project Purity work.”
“So...you’re going back to Rivet City and keep working?”
“Yes, but this time I would like for te to come with me. I want te to be there when we finally open the floodgates, and finish what me and your mother started years ago.”
Private smiled at his dad, giving him another big hug. They went to Rivet City to work on Project Purity together as father and son, and give hope to those animali that were less fortunate in the Capital Wasteland.
Kowalski...
Marlene's Sweet Dreams...
"Who's Private?" He asks, still confused...
