Extra VG One Shots + Preferences

Victor
Fallout New Vegas
Warning: Abuse Mentioned
He's a synth in this!

I looked at my old town. Goodsprings, a place where I'd lived briefly, staying even after my good friend and companion Ringo left. I watched a tumble weed roll by slowly before heading to a shack, where one of my best pals lived. I knocked on the door, and soon enough, the synthetic cowboy answered. As soon as he saw me, he opened the door all the way, welcoming me, "Well, shoot! What're you doin' back here? I thought you left for the glory at the Strip!"

I walked inside, letting my bag slide off my shoulder, "I did."

He closed the door behind me, "Well, what happened? Was it everythin' you figured it'd be?"

I sighed, "More or less. I met a guy."

His smile faltered a little, "Didja?" He took off his hat, pushing it to his chest as he always did, a way of showing he was polite, and mostly done around women or men he felt he should respect. He scratched the back of his head, "Where's he at?"

I sat on his couch, and he sat next to me, putting his hat back on, and resting an arm along the back of the couch. I felt my nose twitch, "He's still back at the Strip."

"Why'd ya leave 'em?"

"He was bad for me. Too friendly with alcohol. I'd make money and he'd gamble it away within an hour or two."

Victor frowned, checking my face for bruises subtly, his tone changing to a more curious one, "Did he ever hurt you?"

"Yes and no. At the start of the relationship, we were both really happy. I don't know what happened. He only wanted to be around me when we were having sex, and when I refused, he'd throw stuff or hit me or whatever. He was just awful, so I left."

"As anyone would..."

He stayed silent after that, and he seemed to be thinking. I watched as he pulled a box out from under the couch, picking out a cigar, then pinching it between his lips. He looked down when he lit it, closing an eye to keep the smoke from drifting into it. He took a few short puffs to get the thing going, then sat back again, keeping it in his mouth as he spoke, "You're welcome to stay here as long as you'd like."

I chuckled, "Oh, I couldn't. I'd just eat up all your food and steal your bed."

He stood up, hooking his thumbs through his belt and walking around a little, "Shoot... That ain't an issue. It's enough just to know I can keep an eye on you... In case that asshole comes lookin'..."

"He wouldn't. Not for me anyways."

"Still... Man like myself is rather safe than sorry." He smiled at me, "Maybe I can take you out for a drink tonight, as a 'welcome back'. My treat."

"How could I say no to that?"

Author's Note
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