I better give some background, this was originally part of a multiverse of stories, different worlds colliding with different versions of you the reader. this is all that's left, oh well enjoy the wasteland
You both head over to diamond city and you get a shave and a haircut, for being in a shantytown wasteland they sure do have a good barber.
Y/n: heh you can't get a cut like this at the institute
Curie: zat is true enough
John: institute? You mean you've been there?
Y/n: yeah, you know what's funny is that they actually can track down their synths easily and it turns out that out of all the crimes like kidnapping and going missing, the institute is responsible for only 6% of them including the rogue synths that became raiders
John: what? You serious?
Y/n: yeah, most kidnappings and disappearances are because of passing raiders or mutations usually both, can't find a body if a death claw or ghoul or yao guai eats it, if theres anything left its unrecognizable
John's mom: oh please, that's just institute propaganda, they are the ones that study those statistics
John: mom, they're the only ones who CAN study statistics at all
Y/n: he's gotcha there
Cathy: hmph whatever, it's still propaganda
Y/n: I can guarantee you for a fact that if it was propaganda they would be saying synths aren't responsible at all
John: he's gotcha there
Cathy: whatever
Y/n: truth is trying to change the mind of an elder isn't really going to work, so I'm not trying to change your mind, just debunk your claims
John: ha! Smart man That should do it
You look in the mirror as you feel like you dropped 10 pounds in hair alone
You get up and stretch
Y/n: hell yeah! That's what I'm talking about!
You feel your face and rub your shaved and trimmed beard.
Y/n: my skin/beard is so fuckimg smooth...it was getting out of control and so was my neck beard
Curie: so handsome monsieur~
Y/n: that's curie now let's eat...hey can you eat?
Curie: yes I can eat
Y/n: good, let's recharge our batteries Especially your literal batteries
You both sit at the noodle stand and eat the noodles with her. They taste like dog food but not too bad for being grown in deeply irradiated soil.
Y/n: mm...still shit but...not bad
Curie: did you find excrement in your noodles?
Y/n: no, I don't mean literally shit, I just mean its subpar and...it basically means really bad
Curie: oh...ok ^^
She nods and you both finish eating and decide to go into the hotel and you see piper there of all people.
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