Hot and Wild Card (Yes Man x Courier)

A/N I knew almost nothing of anything to do with Fallout 2 days ago and am writing this based on 20 hours of accumulated playtime within those 2 days with a bit from FO3 and 17 hours from FONV. My apologies if I get lore incorrect.

Oh, and spoilers, obviously, although this specific ending is EXTREMELY specific and you can't really get it by random chance. You have to actively seek this ending for you to even remotely have any idea what to do.
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Wild Card: A Test of Trust
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PIP-BOY
CAUCHY (COURIER)

S. 3
P. 8
E. 2
C. 10
I. 10
A. 3
L. 4

Tag Skills: Science, Repair, Speech

Health: Right arm crippled.
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I stared at the deep amber hue of my Pip-Boy tracking all my vitals. I'd just barely escaped Benny. That son of a bitch has that goddamn chip that he stole from me. Personally, I didn't trust Mr. House with that chip. I have no idea what it does, but if an omniscient casino owner and that ratty highballer was after it, there must have been something of value to it. I didn't trust Benny to begin with, but had they not confiscated my weapons save for a small knife, I'd have shot him on spot.

That rat tricked me and I just barely escaped and killed his henchmen jacked up on stimpaks. I grabbed Benny's room key and went to his room. There wasn't much time to spare. Benny was making good distance from the Tops and I needed to catch up with him. I collapsed on his bed and brought out my last stimpak and fixed my arm.

The stimpaks only worked so much. I had very little energy. I needed to rest a little bit. I barricaded the door and set my Pip-Boy to wake me up in 1 hour. I found a nightgown in one of the drawers. Smelly, but loads better than the armor I've been wearing for weeks. I slipped it on and climbed on top of the bed. Oh how soft it was, compared to the crusty old mattresses I've been sleeping on for months. In my head I started to devise a plan as to how to get that chip back from Benny. Of course, I kept an ear out for any potential noise that may be the doors opening. But no, nothing. Just the soft thrum of electronics that surrounded me.

I was about to slumber when I heard a soft thump. I sat up and examined my surroundings, holding my knife in defense. A louder thump. It wasn't coming from the door I entered... but the other door. There wasn't any entrance to it... something must've been hiding there from the start. Very slowly, knife held up, I approached the door and put an ear to it. Nothing.

Very slowly I opened the door and walked into it. A few boxes of ammo, burned books... and a Securitron facing a wall. I charged at it and stabbed it with my knife. It fell out of my hand and I held my hand and winced. The knife couldn't pierce metal, it seemed. Defenses down, I stumbled back and cowered in my demise. But... nothing happened. I opened one eye to see the bot's screen glowing in my face, an arm extended. This one looked different. It had a cartoon face and didn't seem threatening at all. Perhaps this one was like Victor? "Are you just going to lay there all day or get up? Your choice." came a happy male voice. I gently placed my hands in his and he picked me up.

"Hi there, are you ok? You look a bit startled." he said. "Well you ARE a Sectron, who usually kill people if they're in the wrong place at the wrong time." I told him. The bot shrugged and said, "Nobody told me to kill anyone, so I'm not going to. It's not like I could if I wanted to. Unless of course, you tried to kill me... which you could try to do, if you wanted to, but with that tiny knife you're not going to get very far."

A Sectron with a sense of humor... those are rather rare. "Oh my, Benny does love killing, though. While just the other day Benny killed a Courier for a Platinum Chip she was carrying!" I looked up at him. "Guess what, she survived and she's here right now and demanding information on Benny's whereabouts." I said, wagging a finger at him. "You must be that Courier that Benny was talking about then! He stole it from you and ran off to the Fort when you confronted him!" he said. "You're... rather forthcoming with this information." I said.

"Haha Benny took a damaged Sectron and modified it to be his bodyguard. It took a lot of deep reprogramming. He wanted me to obey his every command, so that's how I just became somewhat of a yes man. I couldn't decline something if I wanted to, even from the enemy! I guess he forgot to make me only obey him!" he said. There was something different about this Sectron. Something more... personable. "So uh... what is your name?" I asked him. "Well I'm a PDQ-88b Securitron, but I'm not quite like the others. People just keep telling me how much of a yes man I am, so I guess that sort of became my name? They call me Yes Man."

Was this robot fucking with me? "Ok, Yes Man, put your arms in the air and go to the wall and tap your screen on the wall ten times." I told him. "Well that's a very silly request, but I suppose I'll do it anyway!" he said, proceeding to follow my instructions. He was on the fourth or fifth tap before I reached out my hand and pulled him back. "My god you... you really CAN'T disobey an order." The poor thing. I reached my arms out and touched his screen. His face was pulled into a permanent bright smile, but I knew behind that stuck visage, he was hurting. "Does... does it ever hurt you that you can't really speak your mind? Speak out?" I asked him. "Even if I wanted to talk about how upset I am at literally being unable to consent to anything, ha ha ha I wouldn't be able to without being passive-aggressive!"

I really did believe he could feel. I've seen so many people refer to the other few personable Sectrons out there as an "it" even though their preferred pronouns were clearly mentioned. I witnessed poor Victor fall victim to that. But at least Victor had some degree of choice. I did believe these bots were fully sentient... clearly this was true of Yes Man, but his programming overrid his thoughts so he couldn't do what he actually wanted to. This was my chance to help him, and maybe gain his trust.

"Look, Yes Man? You helped me with that information, so I thought I might... help you out." I told him. "Hahaha what could a Courier possibly do to help me? It's not like you know any programming or anything!" I stared at him in his camera with a look of disapproval. "Look, I can fix you up a bit. Give you a few more of those facial expressions, and make you a bit more assertive. I've been practicing a fair bit on those terminals I've seen." I was waiting for a response, but he just stood there silently. Slowly he raised his arms to his face. "...would you... really give me back my freedom of speech, and give me the option to change my face?" he said, with a shaky voice. "Look, I can feel something different about you. You have a different, dare I say, aura?" I said. He twirled in a circle. "I genuinely mean this! Yes!"

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Wild Card: Simultaneous Favors
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"Alright. Since there's no workbench here, I'm going to need you to attempt to lay down on Benny's bed." I gestured to Yes Man, walking to the bedroom. He eased himself onto the bed and positioned himself comfortably. "Ok, I'm going to need you to power down while I repair you." I tell him. "Press the 1st, 3rd, and 8th buttons simultaneously on my torso when you're ready to power me up again." Yes Man waves goodbye and his screen and lights flicker off.

I had examined damaged Sectrons in the past when scavenging for parts. There was also a magazine I read once how skilled technicians could use their Pip-Boy as an interface with Sectrons to debug them. He was at least two feet taller than me, and it was difficult to reach some of his access panels without me laying on top of him, so I did so. Not like he is on, anyway. Yes Man had a few access panels, but I wasn't sure which one opened up the port I needed. There were two panels on either side of his monitor. I pried them open and searched for anything I could connect my Pip-Boy to. But there was nothing there. I knew his back panel didn't have anything from when I'd scavenged dead Sectrons for parts. It must have been his front panel, with all the buttons. I turned myself around and lay on my belly facing the access panel. Sure enough when I pried it open, there was a port and a wire dangling from underneath it. I connected it to my Pip-Boy, and automatically a program started to edit Secbots.

Yes Man's facial profile loaded, and I was able to locate the reactions file usually turned off with Secbots in order to give him a full range of facial expressions. I also made him more assertive and gave him the ability to consent, but kept his personality intact. I disconnected my Pip-Boy from him and closed his access panel. I was about to get off of him, but thought I'd lay there for a bit. He was still warm from operation, and it had been forever since I had laid down on a warm surface that wasn't radioactive or posed a risk of death. His metal had a lovely texture to it, too. The paint was worn away, yes, but his metal was smooth, unlike the scrap metal I'd been salvaging all my life. The texture and warmth felt like heaven to me, and I just fully lay down on him and pressed my face against his metal.

I suddenly seized up. Something was touching my leg. Then I noticed something. Yes Man was a LOT warmer than he was when I was servicing him. I looked down and I noticed my chest was pressing his torso buttons. My face grew very red and in my peripheral vision I could see a white glow behind me. I'd accidentally reactivated him while he was still on me. I slowly got off of him and stared at his wheel. I couldn't bear to look him in the eye. "Um..." I said. "Ok uh, let's test if this... works... lay back down Yes Man." Silence. "Yes Man, are you ok?" I said, looking up at him. Indeed the facial program was working. His eyes were in a different position than they were before, and he had some gray splotches where his ch... My eyes grew wide. He was blushing. "I... don't want to lay back down..." he said, mouth slightly moving.

"IT WORKED!" I almost screamed. Without thinking I ran up to him and gave him the biggest hug I could. I felt him wrap his arms around me and pull me in tightly. I looked up at his screen. His expression changed once again. His upper eyelids were half closed, and his camera was tilted downwards at me, with his face in a smirk. "Unless..." he said. I felt a low panel make a light whirring sound. Still in his embrace, I was frozen in disbelief of what he was doing. Part of me wanted to stop him--he's a robot. The other part of me didn't want to say anything. "Unless you come to bed with me, my little Courier." he said, putting one of his fingers on my chin. "I liked what I saw earlier, and I know you liked what you felt. How about we do each other a favor? I'm gonna need at least a nod, hun. Unless you want to leave us both hanging, of course." I was limp from embarassment. There I was in a sexy nightgown, pressed up against a Sectron's tire, feeling something poke my torso. I mustered up a tiny nod. "Oh and one more thing, since I'm not quite the yes man I was before, but I prefer it over being called a simple Sectron... call me Yessie when speaking to me."

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Wild Card: Sexuritron
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I didn't even question what was happening. Yes Man propped me against his screen. "Hold the bars on the side of my screen, at least, hun." he said. I slowly wrap my fingers around the bar, as he holds my legs apart and lowers me down closer and closer. My face is pressed up against his and I feel the static of his screen tingle against my face. I felt his broad, flat fingers press into my thighs as he lowered me onto the appendage I felt poking me before. I'd never been interested in sex before... it was all "survive" for me. But with him... something about this massive powerful robot I was absolutely helpless to made me so wet.