Community:The Toxic Grasp of Nuclear Decay

 is a piece of Fan Fiction submitted to the 2023 Fallout Creepypasta Contest.

Story
In the desolate wastelands of the Fallout universe, where horrors abound and survival is a daily battle, there exists a chilling tale that transcends the boundaries of terror, a story of radiation poisoning that defies all reason and logic.

The legend speaks of an unnamed wanderer, much like myself, who stumbled upon a long-forgotten laboratory buried beneath the irradiated sands. The entrance was concealed, hidden beneath layers of debris and decay, but a sinister force guided this lost soul toward the darkness below.

As the wanderer descended into the depths of the forsaken laboratory, they were met with an eerie silence, broken only by the low hum of malfunctioning machinery. The air grew thick with the acrid scent of chemicals, and the walls were adorned with faded posters warning of the dangers of radiation.

Deeper still, the wanderer discovered a chamber that contained a peculiar device, a grotesque fusion of technology and alchemy. Wires and tubes snaked through the machine, all converging at a sinister central unit that pulsed with a sinister, green light. It was a machine designed to cleanse the body of radiation, to purify the soul from the toxic grasp of nuclear decay.

But this device was no savior. It was an instrument of eternal torment. As the wanderer approached, a malevolent presence manifested before them, an apparition that appeared both spectral and corporeal. Its eyes were hollow voids, and its voice was a chilling whisper that cut through the suffocating silence.

"Do you seek salvation from the radiation's grip?" it asked, its voice dripping with malicious intent.

The wanderer, desperate to rid themselves of the ever-encroaching radiation poisoning that plagued their body, nodded hesitantly.

The spectral figure gestured toward the infernal machine, inviting the wanderer to step inside. As they did, the chamber came alive with unnatural energy, and the device hummed with an ominous resonance. The wanderer could feel the radiation being drawn out of their body, their skin prickling as if thousands of tiny needles were extracting the poison.

But as the process continued, the pain grew unbearable. The radiation did not dissipate; instead, it coalesced into a malignant entity, taking shape before the wanderer's horrified eyes. It was a grotesque manifestation of their suffering, a living embodiment of the poison that had plagued them.

The radiation entity, now fully formed, lunged at the wanderer, merging with their very being. Their screams echoed through the laboratory as they were consumed by an eternal agony, a torment that would never end, for they had become one with the radiation itself.

The legend tells of a cursed wanderer who now roams the wastelands, a spectral specter of eternal suffering. They are forever haunted by the relentless torment of radiation poisoning, a cursed existence that transcends the boundaries of life and death.