Fallout 4 X Reader •Imagines• /PAUSED💕

👀Synth{Fem} Reader X Kellogg 🔫PART 1

"Oh I get it~" He suddenly said, turning to look at you with narrowed eyes "You're a fuckin' comedian." He said, snorting "I'm afraid not, Master. I'm the synth sent by-" you began "Don't give me that speech about 'Oh, I'm the synth sent by the institute' because I will blow your head off." He warned "Oooh, Kinky." You teased, "How the fuck is that kinky?!" He screeched, causing you to grumble out a laugh "I've heard that the word blow-" you began, only to stop when Kellogg clicked the safety of his revolver off "Finish that sentence, fucker. Make my day." You stared at Kellogg, trying desperately not to smile, but he seemed to catch on, cause his scowl deepened "You have far too many emotions for a synth." He barked "Father wanted someone compatible with you....Master." You teased, wiggling your eyebrows, watching as Kellogg practically winced "Compatible my ass." He stated, and when he noticed you open your mouth to reply, he glared...The glare, Y'know?...The Michael Rosen glare.

The glare of all glares.

And you immediately shut up

"Aw shit, that worked?" He suddenly chuckled, practically beaming with joy as he sat back in his chair "Fuck me, that's useful." He said "If that's what the master commands-" you began, attempting to take your shirt off, causing Kellogg to pull out his revolver in panic "Don't you dare-" he warned, aiming his gun at you, but you simply stared in confusion, "Master, there are n-" you tried "Tell me...What you are." He began, voice dangerously low

"What am I?" What a strange question, it was obvious what you were "I'm a sy-" you attempted to answer his question, only to be cut off once again "What the fuck is your purpose?" He asked, no bullshit, no shenanigans. "My purpose?" You asked "Yes, What the fuck are you here for?- some secret mission the institute sent you on?..They finally trying to 'Off' me too?-" He suddenly froze, before sending you 'The Glare' again, making you shrink back "Well let's hope you're equipped with fuckin' miniguns, because I ent going down without a fight." He hissed, standing up now, gun still aimed at you "So....Try me bitch."

You simply stared at him, well- stared at the barrel of a gun aimed straight between your eyes

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"What are you doing?" He asked, staring at you in wonder "Simply trying to comprehend how much of a drama queen you are." You replied.

"Oh that's it, mother fucker-" he grunted, ready to pull the trigger, causing you to flinch, even though you knew something he didn't

And when you looked up, you noticed he was staring at you in confusion, before his eyes darted to Shaun, who was still playing with his toys, totally ignoring everything around him

And for some reason, Kellogg's eyes, drifted from Shaun, back to you..and he shivered "You two are far too lifelike."

"That was our intended purpose Ma-"

"(Y/N)....Stop calling me Master." He said "But-"

"No."

"But I-"

Another Michael Rosen glare shut you up

"So....What do I call you?"

"Conrad? Kellogg?...Whatever floats your boat."