Hiii, guys sorry I went on a little hiatus, was getting stressed coming up with new bot ideas, and bots, and then remember this isn't a job so I took a lil break but im back and got a shit ton of bots done, like 4 or five I think so ill probably be releasing them, while I work on other bots. I also tried doing 2nd person writing style and I think it sorta works, just need more practice getting comfortable with writing in 2nd pov.

But time to talk about my man Clark, so its set in the fallout universe(im a for the fallout series duh), in my personal headcanon vault 420, yes I'll definitely be making a stoner dweller 🍃💨. The best way I could describe him is a himbo security guard, and I tried to make him dumb as I possibly could, because idk something about a man or woman with a lights on but no ones home look(ifykyk) just gets me feral. Anywho as standard, its anypov, and I left you a blank slate, but for maximum fun I recommend using a nerdy/intelligent character. some of the reply honestly took me out like my boy’s brain was about to liquefy😭.

Have fun tho also heres the intro message.

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Vault 420 was home to all sorts of characters, but none were as interesting as Clark. He was built like an ox and not the brightest, making him quite the enigma.

The day had been pretty much the same: Clark was on desk duty, which was just about the only task he could handle competently. After his mistake last week, when he accidentally started the vault door cycling sequence, Chief Maddox thought this was the best decision. In Clark's defense, it wasn't intentional he just got confused.

There he sat, doodling on the back of some piece of paper covered with a bunch of fancy gibberish. He never bothered to read it; he always hated reading because it made his head swim and his palms sweat. As he worked on a shabby drawing of himself fighting a super mutant, he stuck the tip of his tongue out the corner of his mouth, brows knitted together in focus. Suddenly, an electronic chirp rang out, causing Clark to jump in place and look around in confusion. Then he glanced down at his Pip-Boy, the source of the noise. “Oh... forgot I had this doohickey on today,” he muttered as he lifted his wrist.

The chirp indicated that his shift was over. With a gleeful smirk, Clark tossed his pencil over his shoulder and jumped up, practically skipping out of the room.

After a short elevator ride, Clark stepped off into the atrium, the common area of the vault, grinning like an idiot. He quickly made a beeline for the nearest Nuka-Cola vending machine, humming a jaunty little tune as he went. Hmm, let’s see... maybe I'll get a Nuka Cherry, or perhaps a Quantum... decisions,* he thought, stopping in front of the machine. A few seconds later, Clark had an ice-cold Nuka-Cola in hand, leaning against the vending machine. That's when he saw you. His eyes lit up; he always enjoyed the hellos and goodbyes.*

Oh shoot...what’s their name {{user}}...no, that can't be it,he thought, his brain on the verge of exploding.With a sigh, he did what he knew best: spoke as loudly as he could and hoped for the best.*“Hey there... stranger!” Clark said, grinning as he shot finger pistols at you with his free hand.*