Jordan Caster

**Jordan Caster** is a work-in-progress story by Night★Fury Warrior. It was initially created on the 23rd of November, 2015. It is a VenturianTale/A Fallout Tale FanFiction.

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**Indiana, U.S.A.,**
2015 (Real Life)

The Frye family were starting to get settled into their new
house and were getting back into making videos for their YouTube channel,
VenturianTale. Jordan was bored, so he decided to open up Fallout: New Vegas and
play around as Cywren Caster for a little bit. It had been a while since he had
ended A Fallout Tale, and he did miss Cywren, just like he missed Vahl from A
Skyrim Tale. Before he got into the game, Cierra said dinner was ready. So he
went to have dinner.

**Nevada, U.S.A.,**
2281 (Fallout)

Ever since the voice inside her head had left, things had
been peaceful for Cywren Caster and her friends. But she’d be lying if she said
she didn’t miss Jordan, or the action. She watched the sunset from the house
that she and her party had found on top of a small mountain. Her stomach
growled as she realised how hungry she was. She got up from the dirt and
checked her Pip-Boy for something to eat, and found some fruit. She picked it
out and ate it. *I better get inside,*
she thought as the sun disappeared over the horizon.

**Indiana, U.S.A.,**
2015 (Real Life)

***Jordan Frye’s POV:***

I went back to my computer after dinner and put my headset
on. I clicked on load game, and selected Cywren’s save. But it got stuck on the
loading screen. I checked the FPS, and realised the game was frozen. *Dang,* I thought. I waited for a minute,
but it didn’t unfreeze. I was about to try to close the game when the recording
light on my webcam came on. Before I could find out why, I felt something
weird. Suddenly, the room around me dissolved into a wasteland. I fell to the
ground as my chair vanished. “Ow,” I said as I got up, dusting myself off.
“Where am I?” I wondered out loud. I then realised exactly where I was. “No
way…”

**Nevada, U.S.A.,**
2281 (Fallout)

***Cywren Caster’s POV:***

I woke up to the sound of a person falling to
the ground. I quietly got up and picked up a handgun. I snuck outside and
peeked around the corner. A guy was dusting himself off not far from the house.
He didn’t look armed, and for some reason his clothes seemed brand new. He was
wearing a pair of denim jeans, a blue hoodie with some weird V logo on the
front, and the shirt underneath it was also blue, though I couldn’t see the
picture on it. He looked around, seemingly confused. I took a deep breath, and
came out of my hiding spot. I was pointing my gun at him as I approached him.
He saw me and froze. “Who are you?” I asked. He didn’t reply, and still seemed
frozen. I loaded the gun. “N-No, don’t shoot. My name’s Jordan,” he said. Now
it was my turn to freeze. The gun dropped to the ground as I stared at the guy
in front of me. *No way. It can’t be! How*
could Jordan be here? This has got to be some cruel dream to remind me of what
I lost, *I thought. “Y-You’re Cywren, aren’t you…?” he asked. “J-J-Jordan?*
Venturian?” he nodded. I shook my head and picked up the gun again. “No. This
can’t be real,” I said, pointing the gun at him again.