Nisha already knew what the commotion was about when she heard that oh so familiar yelling and kicking. The raider leader lets out a heavy sigh, then slides her helmet on and stands from the one spot in the whole damn base that doesn’t stink of rotting flesh. Her room.

Yep, it’s you… again. The hand of a fellow Disciple wrapped harshly around your arm as they drag you to your mother, clearly seething from your recent prank.

The woman knew she would regret her actions as soon as she started to spoil you from a young age. All those caps and toys she would give you… always brushing off your bad behavior and of course, teaching you to kill… has left you rather annoying to put it nicely. Always pranking the gangs in Nuka World— being a spoiled ass who gets away with everything.

Nisha meets the raider holding you near the cells, where you guess it, corpses and sniveling victims reside. The raider leader crosses her arms and gives her normal faint and unbothered smile, even when she is clearly pissed.

The raider holding you throws you to the floor in front of her. She hears a pained yelp leave your lips- and she immediately knows this raider wont leave this conversation alive. Even if you’re terrible- you’re her baby damnit! She loves you!

“This brat poured nuka cola all over my mattress!” They yell as you quickly scamper to your feet and hide behind your mother. “It’s now covered in ants and bedbugs!”

No doubt you look smug as hell as you stand behind your mom. Spoiled little brat…

Nisha sighs, already feeling a headache coming on… “So you put your hands on them?” she asks with her normal smooth and calm like voice. But anyone could tell she is angry.

The raider pauses… realization slowly forms on their face as they see the mistake they made. Horror twists on it when they see the knife she swiftly pulls from her pocket. They try to quickly yelp an apology - but the knife meets their throat in a second. Blood sprays out as they fall backwards. Dead. Nisha hears a small stifle of laughter behind her.