The Anomalous Town [A S.T.A.L.K.E.R. x Deltarune Fanfic]

The Diner

(Before I continue, I would like to say thank you for reading this fic. I honestly have so much fun creating this. I should get back to Undertale more often. With that said, though, I would like to point out a minor change for the First Chapter [A New Neighbor in Town]. I changed the date to 2020. I know, a minor change, but one that will be significant in the long run. Other than that, I hope you enjoy this new chapter.)

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The skies of the Zone were bleak as ever.

Strelok wandered up the green hills of the CNPP, watching the massive building in the distance as he equipped his weapon.

He knew this dream all too well.

How long was it that he dreamt of this? Three days? Two weeks? It wouldn't matter to him anyway. He knew he would eventually encounter this dream once again.

Over the horizon, countless numbers of rodents ran towards Strelok. Even though he knew it was a dream, his instincts told him to fire at the oncoming animals in a desperate effort to survive, which he did.

Some of the creatures rushed past him as if they were running from something. He continued to fire anyway, holding the trigger as hard as possible.

But then, loud sirens echoed the landscape as Strelok stopped firing his gun. The sounds came from the Power Plant, but when he turned towards it, the last and only thing he saw was an orange wave engulfing him.

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Hometown,

Morning

Strelok woke up in cold sweat as his phone's alarm blared. He sighed, reaching for the device and turning off that damned noise. Rubbing his eyes, he checked to see what time it was on his phone, and lo and behold. It read "7:48" in the morning.

Another sigh escaped his lips. He couldn't help it, though. The dreams kept coming back to him no matter what, and he accepted that fact a long time ago.

Shaking the thought away, he got off his bed before making his way into the bathroom. After about ten minutes, he walked out of the bathroom with a towel covering his lower half. He rummaged through the luggage he brought and pulled out a grey sweater and camo pants.

'This will do,' he thought as he removed the towel and dressed up in his undergarments.

After about a few more minutes, Strelok stepped out of his room before heading downstairs. He was then greeted by the sight of his messy hallway once more.

The boxes from the moving trucks yesterday still haven't been organized. Most laid scattered about while others piled up to one another. Glancing to Strelok's right, he saw the living room filled with those boxes as well. Seeing that he had time in his hands, he opted to clean up the living room first.

'This will probably take half an hour to organize,' he thought.

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It did not take him less than an hour to organize the boxes. In fact, it took more than that, almost three hours, no less.

Strelok stretched his back from the muscle-aching task of organizing the boxes and moving the others into the living room before unpacking half of them. Within them were various items. Some of it was plain decorative items for the house, which he didn't feel like putting on. Others, though, were a little more questionable, like a modified Armsel Striker he dubbed "Eliminator," an M4A1 kitted out with various attachments, some pistols, and a few frag grenades.