A/n: If you've played the game, you might know where I got this idea from. For those of you who aren't familiar with it, I'm just gonna slap a spoiler warning just in case I do end up putting in some spoilers! I'm honestly not sure if this does have spoilers in it at all. I'll let y'all be the judge of that.

⚠️SPOILERS AHEAD⚠️

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Prompt: You are Skizzo's younger sister. Deacon has had a crush on you for a while, but he has yet to express his feelings. When Rippers attack the camp and you're their target, Deacon goes to the extreme to try and protect you, but will it be enough?
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~3rd Person POV~

Arriving at Lost Lake Camp, Deacon pulled his motorcycle to a stop in front of the garage and was greeted by Buzz. "Hey, Deek. We got some new pieces in if ya wanna take a look."

"Hey, Buzz. Maybe later," Deacon replies, pushing the kickstand down and dismounting his bike. He walked over to Rikki, who was working on her motorcycle.

The woman heard the drifter's approaching footsteps and smiled as she tore her attention from her bike as she stood up. "What's up, Deek?"

"Fucking Skizzo..." Deacon muttered in response.

"Shit. What does he want now?"

"Something about a "score" he found. I don't really have a fucking clue."

Riki sighed as she felt a foreboding feeling in the bottom of her gut. "Jesus. What the hell could it be?"

"Hell if I know," Deacon scoffed, crossing his arms. He glanced around the encampment, watching people doing their jobs. "Hey, uh, where's—?"

"(Y/n)'s in the infirmary helping Addy," the woman responded with a smirk. She raised her chin slightly with an amused glint in her eyes. "Gotta say, Deek. I think she's the reason we see you so often."

"What—no," the drifter denied rather swiftly.

"Uh-huh," Rikki snickered. "Keep tellin' yourself that. You might just convince yourself."

Deacon ignored Rikki's last comment and walked over to the infirmary. Opening the door, he heard the painful cries of a man sitting on one of the many beds. He wailed at the top of his lungs as (Y/n) tended to his injury. The drifter looked closer and saw the man was missing his right hand. Tears were streaming down his face as the woman was wrapping a bandage around the amputated area. She kept his arm elevated to avoid anymore blood loss.

A grim expression on (Y/n)'s face as she watched the man fall unconscious was a sign Deacon knew the man wouldn't make it. Not wishing to startle her, the drifter cautiously walked over and eyed the deathly pale man laying on the cot. "What the hell happened to him?"

(Y/n) sighed, pressing a hand against her forehead. "He was on marsh duty when a group of Rippers came out of nowhere. By the time we got to him, they'd severed his right hand and took off."

Deacon scowled, eyes trained on the dying man. "What the hell was Mike thinking—making a fucking treaty with those psychopaths?"

"I don't know, but more and more Rippers are breaking away from Carlos every day and wandering into Lost Lake. This is the third time this has happened this week alone."

"What does Carlos have to say on the matter?"

"Nothing. He doesn't care if we kill the Rippers that have gone rogue." (Y/n) lifted her head, meeting Deacon's gaze. "What brings you to Lost Lake, Deek? You've been visiting more frequently."

"Your damn brother is the reason I'm here this time," Deacon huffs.

The woman runs a hand through her (h/c) locks with a deep sigh. "What could Skizzo possibly want you for now?"

The drifter shrugged his shoulder. "Like hell I know what that frat boy wants. All he said was something about a "score" he found."

(Y/n) bursted into laughter at the insult. ""Frat boy," huh? He looks more like a douchbag to me."

Deacon smirked in amusement. "That actually described him better."

Suddenly, the door to the infirmary flew open. (Y/n) glanced behind them and saw her brother stomping towards them. "Speak of the devil and he shall appear," she mumbled for only Deacon to hear. "Or in this case—douchbag."

Skizzo eyed Deacon with a glint of anger in his eyes. "Should've known you'd be here. Wherever she is, you're not far behind."

"Skizzo," (Y/n) hissed. "You're the one who called him here, which means you've got some crazy-ass scheme brewing in that tiny brain of yours."

"This doesn't concern you, (Y/n)," he glared at his sister before turning his full attention back to Deacon. "Follow me and we'll talk on the way."

The drifter glanced between the two siblings. (Y/n) groaned in disbelief before telling him to follow her brother before he blew a gasket. Deacon and Skizzo left the infirmary, walking up the road to the lodge.

"What the fuck do you want now, Skizzo?" The drifter grumbled as he walked a few steps behind the former drug dealer.

"Not yet. We need to find a more secluded spot to chat." Deacon stopped in his tracks, causing Skizzo to ponder in confusion as he faced the man. "What?"

"What's so secretive about this score you found, huh? You couldn't even tell your own damn sister."

"Deek," Skizzo's tone was low and threatening. "If (Y/n) finds out what I have planned, she'll either want to come along or report my ass to Mike."

"Oh, c'mon, Skizzo! She's been on plenty of supply runs with me. She can handle herself out there in the shit. Better than you, I might add."

"Not this time." Skizzo turned his back to the drifter and walked through the grass to reach the banks of the lake.

Deacon had no choice but to follow him. He was curious as to why (Y/n) was being left out of the loop. "What could possibly keep you from telling her? You're brother and sister. Aren't you two suppose to tell each other everything?"

"Like I said, not this time. It's too dangerous. Where we're goin', she ain't following."

"Stop beating around the fucking bush and tell me what the hell is your plan," Deacon demanded with a growl.

Skizzo placed a hand on Deacon's shoulder, gripping it tightly. "There's a warehouse full of supplies. Meds, food, blankets—all that shit."

"And what's the catch, huh? There's gotta be a big one if you're leaving (Y/n) out."

Skizzo glanced around to make sure no one was passing by. He leaned forward, meeting Deacon's burning gaze. "It's located in Iron Butte."

"You want to go into Ripper territory and loot one of their caches?" A faint chuckle escaped the drifter as he glared daggers at the man. "You're off your goddamn rocker if you think I'm gonna risk not just us, but everyone here for some crazy scheme like that."

"Deek, we need that shit to survive! The Rippers aren't using the supplies and it's just sitting there collecting dust. They're too busy shaking their asses and carving their skin to even care about it! We'll sneak in, grab what we can, and get the hell outta there before they even notice. Are ya with me, brother?"

Deacon gritted his teeth in annoyance. "I am not your fucking "brother." And no, we're not risking the entire camp just for some supplies."

"Like hell you're going through with this plan, Skizzo," a feminine voice resonated from behind the two men.

Skizzo and Deacon turned around, spotting a furious (Y/n). Her brother cursed under his breath. "Shit..."

"If you enter Iron Butte, you risk breaking the peace treaty Mike set up with Carlos. We can get supplies somewhere else," she stated, trying to sedate her anger and calmly speak.

"That fucking treaty isn't gone protect us much longer, (Y/n)," Skizzo started. "It's falling to pieces and you know that better than the rest of us. You really think the Ripper attacks these past couple of weeks are just random? I bet Carlos sent the bastards and is just denying his connection with them!"

"I know the peace treaty is falling apart!" (Y/n) yelled back, shocking both men. "But we need to keep the pieces that are still intact from falling, alright? Drop this nonsense and find another place to gather supplies. If I find out you went to Iron Butte for any reason, I won't hesitate to tell Mike."

Skizzo sighed heavily, stepping back with his hands in the air. "Alright, you win. I'll drop it." With that, he left and headed inside the lodge.

As he disappeared from sight, (Y/n) shook her head in disbelief. "When will these ridiculous schemes end?"

Deacon placed a hand on her shoulder. "How're you two related?"

"I've been asking that question for many years."

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The following day was peaceful besides the small attack at the gate. (Y/n) was in the infirmary, helping Addy with another Ripper victim. This time, they had taken the poor woman's ears and left to bleed out. Luckily, a few people on guard duty found her before it was too late.

"Damn those Ripper to Hell," the (e/c)-eyed woman mumbled as Addy wrapped a bandage around the woman's head.

"(Y/n), may I speak to you?" Addy asked once the woman on the cot passed out from blood loss. "Away from the patients?"

"Uh, yeah." (Y/n) followed the doctor out of the infirmary and behind the building. "What's wrong, Addy?" She asked once they came to a stop.

"We're running low on everything. Bandages, antiseptics, medicines... If these attacks keep up, we'll run out completely in a couple of days."

"Not only are we low on supplies, we keep losing people," she melancholically sighed. "We need to talk to Mike."

"I'll talk to him," Addy replied. "Could you watch over the infirmary while I'm gone?"

"Of course."

"Thank you, (Y/n). I'll be back shortly."

(Y/n) made her way back to the front doors of the infirmary, but she was stopped by Skizzo. "'Sup, sis. Why the gloomy expression?"

"We're running low on supplies and all the victims of these Ripper attacks are dying," the youngest Sarkoski responded. "We lost Jeremy sometime in the early morning. He... He bled out during the night."

Skizzo placed his hands on his sister's shoulders, smirking victoriously. "Then you're gonna like what I found."

(Y/n) arched a brow, curious as to what he was referring to. "What did you find?"

With only a grin, Skizzo moved one of his hands to her back and used the other to open the infirmary door. He guided his sister to the backroom, which was now stocked full with medical supplies. (Y/n)'s eyes widened in amazement. "How did—Where did you get all this?"

"Uh, well, a-a few of us headed to Camp Pioneer and found a huge crate of medical supplies."

(Y/n)'s amazement vanished when she turned to face her brother. "That's not possible. Camp Pioneer was cleaned out last week." Then, her eyes widened when she connected the puzzle pieces. "You didn't..."

"(Y/n), I—"

"You stole it from the Rippers!" She grabbed the front of Skizzo's jersey, yanking him towards her and to her level. Her fiery gaze would have set his soul on fire if it was possible. "You're a fucking moron. What happens when Carlos figures out?!"

"Hey, chill! They won't figure out, okay? We made sure no one spotted us," Skizzo said.

"How can you be sure, huh?!" (Y/n) released and shoved him aside. "You just killed us all, Raymond."

"Where the hell are you goin'?" Skizzo inquired as she stomped towards the front doors.

"To tell Mike what you've done."

"No!" He lunged out and grabbed her by the arm, tugging her away from the door. "You can't tell him." His grip tightened, inducing a whimper of pain from (Y/n).

"Skizzo, you're hurting me," she cried softly.

"I'll let you go as soon as you promise not to tell Mike."

"I can't promise that." (Y/n) tried to yank her wrist out of her brother's death grip, but his strength didn't budge.

Skizzo shook his head. "You might be my little sis, but—"

The door to the infirmary swung open, revealing Deacon. He saw the two siblings and was baffled at what was going on. "What the hell's goin' on?"

"Skizzo stole—!" (Y/n) started to yell.

"Nothing!" Skizzo shouted over his sister. "We were just talking. It's none of your goddamn business, Deek."

The drifter pointed at the hand constricting (Y/n)'s wrist. "Doesn't look like "nothing," Skizzo." He took a step towards the bickering brother and sister. "Let her go."

With a groan, Skizzo released (Y/n) and backed away as Deacon placed himself in front of her. He rushed out of the infirmary, slamming the door behind him.

Deacon trained his glare on the door before it softened and he looked at (Y/n). "What happened?"

"Skizzo took a few of his buddies to Iron Butte and stole from the Ripper's cache. He was trying to stop me from telling Iron Mike."

"That son of a—!"

A bloodcurdling scream and gunfire interrupted the drifter. (Y/n)'s eyes widened in horror as she rushed to a nearby window and pushed the curtain aside. Outside, the people of Lost Lake were running for their lives. A stray bullet shattered the window, frightening the woman. Deacon pulled her away from the window just as more bullets were fired at the infirmary.

(Y/n) and Deacon took cover as they heard the wails of Rippers as they stormed through Lost Lake. The drifter handed his pistol over to the woman while he took the shotgun off his back and reloaded it. "Fuckin' Skizzo and his ideas..."

"Carlos must've figured out Skizzo stole from him." (Y/n)'s eyes widened when she knew what the leader of the Rippers was capable of. "Oh, God, Skizzo!"

"Wait, (Y/n)!" Deacon yelled as she darted out of the infirmary. "Dammit!" He ran after her as she made her way up to the lodge. On the way up the road, he killed Rippers left and right. He noticed how many of the assailants turned their attention to her and ran after her, but something was strange. They didn't use their weapons on (Y/n) as they charged at her.

Fortunately, Deacon was able to kill the Rippers before one of them laid a hand on (Y/n). The woman herself was able to annihilate the enemies who were running at her head-on.

Once safely inside the lodge, they saw Iron Mike and Skizzo surrounded by Carlos and his fellow Rippers. He circled around the two as if he was a vulture waiting for the perfect moment to swoop in and feast on its prey.

Skizzo, out of all the people present, was the first to speak. "If you want someone, take me!"

Carlos shook his head. "You stole something from us. In return, I'll steal something of yours—or in this case, someone. It is only fair."

"No," Iron Mike snarled.

"What's going on?" (Y/n) innocently questioned, grabbing everyone's attention. Deacon remained silent as he followed beside the woman further into the building.

"(Y/n), stay back," Iron Mike demanded.

Skizzo tried to approach his sister, but the Rippers pulled out their firearms and aimed them at him, Deacon, Mike, and (Y/n).

"Make this easy on you and everyone in this camp," Carlos said.

"You're not taking my fucking sister!" Skizzo declares at the top of his lungs.

"What?" (Y/n) gasped.

Carlos smirked at the woman as he approached her. Before he could reach her, Deacon stepped protectively in front of her with his shotgun raised and threatened the scarred man. "Take another step and I'll blow your damn head off."

"Wait, Deacon," (Y/n) said. She stepped around him and met Carlos' gaze. "If I go with you, will your people leave Lost Lake peacefully?"

"If that is what you wish, then yes. You will be an honored guest," the scarred man responded.

"Alright. I'll go with you." (Y/n)'s response petrified everyone, even Carlos himself.

Deacon's heart was pounding in his chest. He lowered his gun and immediately grabbed ahold of the woman before she could walk over to the leader of the Rippers. "What the hell are you thinking?!"

(Y/n) locked eyes with the drifter. "If I can save this entire camp, I will."

"If you think I'm gonna let you—"

"You can and you will."

Out of the blue, a horn sounded throughout the camp. The only ones who weren't confused were the Rippers. Carlos was grinning ear to ear as he raised his arms into the air. "A truce has been met."

"What—no, no, no!" Skizzo protested. "You're not taking my sister!"

"Enough!" (Y/n) yelled. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to conceal the fear blooming inside her. "I have to go, Skizzo."

"No, you don't!" He shouted. He wanted to desperately run over and stop her, but the numerous of guns still aimed at him and the others prevented that. "You're all I've got in this fucked up world."

(Y/n) bit her bottom lip before responding. "I'm sorry, but I'm not changing my mind."

Carlos turned to his fellow Rippers and cheered victoriously. He grinned towards the woman, gesturing to follow him. "You will be set on the right path."

The words sent a chill down (Y/n)'s spine as she watched Carlos leave with his army. Before following him, she turned to Deacon and couldn't hold herself back anymore. She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "Stay safe while I'm gone and try to keep Skizzo from doing something crazy."

Deacon still couldn't calm his racing heart as he wrapped his arms around her in return. He pulled her close, embracing her as if she would vanish if he let go. Morosely, his fears were reality and she would disappear once she set foot outside the door. He leaned down and whispered in her ear before she could pull away. "I'm gonna get you back. Just hang on until then, alright?"

A small smile crept onto (Y/n)'s face. "I knew you were gonna say that." She kisses him on the cheek before pulling away and following after Carlos. Once she walked through the door, she was gone.