Myrna (Diamond city surplus owner)

You strode into Diamond city ready to face down any hazard or monster that the wasteland had to offer. You had only stoped here to restock on chems but you figured that a quick bite to eat couldnt hurt. So you sat down at a bar in the center of the marketplace and ordered some noodles from a protectron that spoke in some language you couldnt understand.

Soon after leaving the city you found your self walking down a long abandoned road when suddenly you felt a strong jolt of electricity and you passed out. When you came to you where tied to a chair in what looked like a storeroom of somekind. To your left was a mr.handy robot. Their was also an asian women who looked like she was in about her mid 30's standing barefoot in front of you. You saw that she had about size 8 feet with long toes and no nail polish. More interesting however where her heavily wrinkled soles that where completely black with dirt."Good, your awake", she said sitting down on the chair in front of you. "I saw you in the market earlier today and I have to admit you blend in pretty well, FOR A SYNTH!", She practically screamed at you as she slapped you in the face with her feet. "You see you made one fatal mistake while you where eating", she said, "You sneezed, but thats not what gave you away, no that would be the fact that your eyes stayed open while you where sneezing." Your heart was going a hundred miles an hour wondering how this crazy lady thought that was enough evidence to call anyone a synth.

She continued, "I couldnt let you continue spying on the innocent people of the commonwealth for the institute, so I had Percy fallow you and bring you back here so that I could put you down like the mistake that you are." "And I'm going to do that by making you smell me supernaturaly disgusting, toxic, repulsive, and cheesy feet!" Your eyes widened in terror, you had noticed a smell that had made you feel sick when you first woke up but had been unable to determine the source of the repulsive odor that filled the room. But now the crazy bitch was telling you that the smell was coming from her feet and that she was going to **** you to smell them until you died from lack of oxygen!

"You may not think that my feet smell that bad now, but trust me they will only get worse the longer you smell them", she said coldly in a tone that made your heart sink. "Trust me when I say you will die slowly and painfully, I have had plenty of experience doing this before and I have stopped washing my feet entirely for just these ocasions." "Your not the first synth to come to diamond city, their have been many others before you and all of them died **** to **** on my footstink." She then took one of her old socks in her hand and held it up to her nose sniffing it lightly as she remembered all her past victims. She smiled enjoying the rancid smell off her own feet and said, "Some of them where traders come to visit, some of them citizens of this very city, and some of them where even robots." She laughed hysterically and said, "That robot that served you those noodles used to speak hundreds of languages, until my foot fumes fried his circuits and turned him into what you see today." "But my favorite has to be that stupid vault dweller who said they where looking for their kid", she said as she took another deep breath from her sock then turned to you and said, "All in all six hundred synths have suffocated on the stink from these feet you see before you, and you lucky number six hundred and one, are next!"

She then forcefully shoved both of her feet onto your face her heels covering your mouth and forcing you to breath through your nose. Your body thrashed about violently in response to your first agonizing breath as your captor laughed evilly to herself before saying, "Well then shall we begin?"

You tried in vain to struggle as she pushed down on your mouth and nose even harder so that all you could smell was the rotten cheese and vinegar stench of her feet that stayed stuck to the inside of your lungs even after you exhaled. "Yes thats right, breath in my foot stink and die you fucking synth!", she said with hate in her voice. True to her word the more you breathed in the worse her foot smell got. Eventually you felt yourself getting weaker which made you breath in more frequently making you even more weak. Soon you found yourself struggling to stay awake as she taunted you saying, "Aw, is the little synth getting tierd, well then its time to go to sleep permenantly!" Those where the last words you would ever hear as right after you fell asleep never to wake up.

The next morning Myrna was maning her store when she noticed something odd, she saw that outside of publik occurrences was that reporter girls younger sister just like any other day, but today she was holding the newspaper in her right hand even though she always held it in her left. "They're replacing children now", Myrna thought to herself, "well it looks like I've found number six hundred and two.", she said sealing the young girl Nat's fate.