Snippet #1230748

-Outside the Los Angeles Ruins aka Boneyard: A few Hours ago-

Two Slavers Looked down at their recent catch, Ryder, after jumping him while he set up camp and slept. The Slavers had tied his hands behind his back and forced him to sit up on the ground while they both kept watch over him overnight, taking turns in sleeping shifts. As the Sun came up the other Slaver woke up and rubbed his eyes in a yawn.

"Dude I think we should start to get going We have some traveling to do to get to our main camp." The One that was recently looking over Ryder while his friend slept. The Other Slaver nodded as he stood up and popped his neck. He stretched his arms and looked at his friend.

"I'll inspect the the guy. Take those wrappings around his head off to make sure he isn't some ghoul or something. They don't sell very good you know." he said as he stood up. The Other Slaver nodded as he started packing things away on their Brahmin to get ready for the long haul. The Inspector looked down at what he thought was going to be their next prize. Ryder Looked up at the Slaver, but didn't utter a word.

"This guy had some pretty sweet stuff on him. A Backpack filled with a Shit load of Medical Supplies, some decent weapons, and that Black NCR Ranger Armor and Trench coat he's wearing right now. We can make a fucking load of caps if we sell all his stuff." The slaver said as he started folding the large tent. The Inspector nodded as he turned to look at his friend with a smile.

"Medical supplies, Traveling the Wasteland alone, strange wrapped face. Maybe this guy is Dr.FeelBad?" he said laughing at the Slaver Packing the stuff up. The Slaver stopped for a second and glared at the Inspector.

"Dude That Shit's for real I heard rumors from other Slavers that they spotted him walking this way. They said he got into a Legion Camp freed the Slaves then killed all the Legionaries afterwards." He said. The Inspector laughed and shook his head.

"Dude, Dr.FeelBad is just some Made up story created by Slaves out east in Texas to scare the slavers. He's like those pre-war stories of the Pint-sized slasher." He said as he knelt down to take the wrapping around Ryder's face off. His friend nodded as he ensured himself that the other was right and that all those rumors were just made up camp fire stories.

"So who do you think would win in a Fight the Pint-Sized Slasher or Dr.Feelbad?" The Man asked now trying to make the conversation funny. The Inspector turned his head to glance at his friend from over his shoulder. The Inspector rolled his eyes.

"Would you please finish getting the stuff packed up and let me finish inspecting our Slave here?" he asked as he turned back around to reach for Ryder. "Besides It would be the Pint-sized Slasher he's got that clown mask and is wicked strong." he said.

"Well I think it would be Dr.FeelBad he's got green hair and is insane." he said. The Slaver turned around picking up the folded tent and started putting it on their Brahmin. The Slaver packing would hear an "Oh my go..." then a loud thud hit the ground. "The Hell is going on?" the Slaver asked as he turned around to see his Friend dead on the ground with his eye stabbed in and the Green Haired Ryder standing and smiling at him, with a bloody combat knife in his hand.

The Slaver shook in fear has his legs locked up and he fumbled for the pistol that was holstered at his hip. "Aw, a fan thanks for taking my side in that little debate I do enjoy hearing what people think about that." Ryder said smiling at the Slaver. The Slaver finally managed to get the pistol out of it's holster, but Ryder threw his knife into the man's chest before he could aim it.

The Man laid on the ground as he bent his head up to look at the knife imbedded in his chest. He coughed up some blood then looked at Ryder as he walked towards him. "Ho-how did you untie yourself?" he asked. Ryder smiled as he knelt down next to the man. "Oh, Dr.Feelbad never reveals his secrets." he said smiling as he leaned in to finish the Slaver off.

-Nottingham: present time-

Ryder entered the Nottingham bar with all his gear back on his person. He had his Armor with Trench coat, old brown backpack with a medical bag somewhat sticking out, his head wrapped up in cloth with goggles over his eyes, and now with the head of the Slaver he was holding by it's hair. Ryder sat down on the bar stool and looked up at the Bar tender.

"Two Nuka-Colas please! One for me and one for my Fan here!" He said plopping the head on the counter while he bounced his head to right and left in a beat. "He's my Biggest Fan! He's my Biggest Fan! I threw a knife in his chest and chopped off his head! I stabbed his friend in the eye after he saw my face. Thats what they get because they were Slavers!" Ryder Sang then chuckled.