Just a Fallout 4 fanfic

Into the fog

(Nathan, Nick Valentine, and Longfellow walk out the gate, and into the fog)

Longfellow: Acadia's above the fog line on the mountain. It's a bit of a hike. You might want to take this for the road. Tastes foul as a sin, but it'll help

(Longfellow hands Nathan a stick of mirelurk jerky)

Longfellow: We'll need to move through the main drag. The old mountain trail is where we're headed. The fog ain't like nothing you've seen in the commonwealth. Mainlanders think a dose of radaway's all you need. Haha

(Longfellow sticks his fist up in the air, and everyone stops)

Longfellow: Tracks. Fresh ones. Trappers ahead. When the bullets start flying, find cover. And keep your head down if you want to live

(Longfellow takes aim with his sniper rifle, and nails a trapper right in the head)

(The trappers retaliate with some gunfire, making everyone run for cover)

(Nathan and Nick Valentine draw their revolvers and start taking out some trappers)

(Nathan, Nick Valentine, and Longfellow work together to take out the group of trappers, and emerge victorious)

Longfellow: You're not half bad in a scrap. Figured I'd have to take care of the lot of them. Might just make a proper far harborman out of you

(Longfellow chuckles)

Longfellow: You see, the fog can do a number on you. Gets you all turned around. It does something to your brain. Trappers were mean to begin with, but now...

(There is a grim silence)

Longfellow: Here's the mountain trail. We stick to this, and we'll make it to acadia. Game trails crisscross the road, so don't be surprised if we get local wildlife to deal with. We still got a ways to go

(Nathan, Nick Valentine, and Longfellow start their trek up the mountain path)

Longfellow: When I was a young lad, no higher than your knee, the whole island was covered in the fog. The fog eventually rolled back, and people resettled. But they got comfortable. Started taking things for granted. Folk got short memories, all this has happened before

(Longfellow points forward)

Longfellow: Up ahead. The air's clean. No fog. Acadia's not too far now

(Nathan, Nick Valentine, and Longfellow walk through the gate to acadia)

Longfellow: And we've arrived. Acadia's already been watching us for a good spell. If you want to talk with them, just go inside. They'll be waiting for you. You need my help again, you come see me. Got a cabin just outside far harbor. Good place to tool up your gear, get some rest, or get holyshit wasted. Just make sure if you're bringing a bottle of something strong, there's enough to share

(Longfellow walks away while Nathan goes inside with Nick Valentine)

(They find a gen 2 synth with a bunch of metal tubes sticking out of him)

Dima: You know, when I first climbed this mountain, above the fog, I thought to myself. "Now here is a metaphor worth taking in". You have entered a place of clarity. Understanding. Peace. While you're here in a acadia, synth-kind welcomes you, as long as you welcome us

Nathan: Who are you?

Dima: I told you. I'm the synth on the mountain. I know the plastic skin and metal tubes out the back can be... unsettling. But I want you to look past that. Tell me why you're here, and I'll try to help you