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gojos-thot-patrol · 6 months
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Starring: True from! Sukuna in a cabin in the woods... Synopsis: You don't see the point in it; chasing myths on Halloween night, going deeper into the woods than you ever had before. You'd rather be at home than chasing ghosts. But, your best friend insists on finding evidence of the local urban legends, and surely she won't abandon you the moment you find what shes been hunting, right? Content Warning: Tonight we are serving True form (two dicks) Sukuna, double penetration, tummy bulges, cunnilingus, kidnapping, marking, slight dubcon, and a soft Sukuna if you squint. reader discretion is advised
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“So, remind me again why we’re taking a walk in the woods on Halloween night?” You asked your friend, narrowly avoiding a thorn vine as you pushed past the brush. 
“Because, historically speaking, people tend to see it on Halloween!” She explained, holding up her camera, “It’s our best chance of finding evidence of the spider demon.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at her optimism.
“I don’t know if “Historically” is the right word to use there,” you grumbled softly as you continued your walk together. Ever since the two of you had started taking that Folklore Studies class for an extra college credit she had become obsessed with the local urban legend: The Spider Demon. To her credit, it was a genuinely interesting topic. 
As far back as town hall kept records of, there were sightings of the beast: a giant humanoid man that was covered in ancient markings, with four arms, four eyes, and a giant mouth on his abdomen. Rumor has it, he was the one at fault for all the disappearances that plagued your small town, dragging poor, innocent souls into some far off lair and feasting on their flesh. 
The sane people knew the real reason for the disappearances though; most of those kids hopped a train and got the fuck out of that dying town while they still could. You couldn’t say you blamed them. If you didn’t go to school here, one of the cheaper colleges around, you wouldn’t be here either. 
Your thoughts came to a halt as the two of you came up on an old stream. You knew it well as the boundary between where it was acceptable to play in the woods, and where was off limits. Everyone in the town had followed this rule. Your great grandparents had this rule engraved in their soul as kids, just as your parents and grandparents had, just as you had. And just as your kids would one day. No one really knew why you weren’t supposed to cross the water, just that you weren’t.
And your best friend was trying to hop across. “Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doin’?!” You yelled as you grabbed her arm and pulled her back. She looked at you as if you had just grown two extra heads.
"I'm crossing the stream?" She asked as if you were the insane one here.
"Yeah, I can see that dipshit!" You snapped, "Why the hell would you do that?!"
"To get to the other side?"
"What are you, a chicken?! You know we're not supposed to cross this stream." Your friend dramatically rolled her eyes, making her annoyance clear.
"The only chicken here is you Y/n." She scoffed. "Come on, it's just water. It can't hurt you." She said in a tone meant to mock assurance. It grinded your bones and made you wonder why you were friends to begin with.
"Don't be like that. Everyone in this town has been told since birth not to cross that stream, there has to be a reason why."
"The reason why is probably so little kids don't drown." She explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the entire world. It made you want to rearrange her teeth. "I'm going to cross the stream and keep the hunt going, are you with me or not Y/n?" She asked.
You took a deep breath. You absolutely were not with her. Every fiber in your being was setting off red flags, you could hear your ancestors screaming at you to turn around, somewhere from the great beyond, both Cain and Abel look at you and say "girl, don't do it." 
And yet, you started to jump across the rocks. As annoying as your friend was, she was still your friend, and you couldn't let her go alone. Your ancestors all collectively face palm, your nerves explode, Cain turns to Abel and shakes his head. There's no saving you now. You swore the air temperature dropped by at least three degrees as you made it to the other side of the stream. You cursed softly as you wrapped your jacket tighter around you, and rushed to catch up with your friend.
“See? We crossed the water and we didn’t explode! Some rules are just made to be broken.” She seemed confident in that, but you still weren’t. Something was so…off. Wrong. But you couldn’t figure out what. The moon was still as full as ever, lighting your way as the two of you walked. Your friend seemed fine, as chatty as hell even. And you were physically okay. Leaves crunched under your shoes, and the crickets chirped-
Wait. No they didn’t. “Hey, shush.” You demanded of your friend.
“What!? Why should I-”
“I said Shut. Up.” You snapped, an unfamiliar edge to your voice taking even you by surprise. She shut up, and you struggled to listen to the sounds of the forest. Except, there were no sounds of the forest. No crickets singing, no owls hooting, not even the rustle of a field mouse in the grass. The woods were completely silent, filled with nothing but the sound of your breathing. 
“Do you hear that?” You asked your friend.
“I don’t hear anything.” She scoffed.
“Exactly. We need to turn back.”
“What?! No way!” She protested with a stomp of her foot. You were really starting to think that Darwinism would not look kindly upon your friend.
“The woods are completely quiet.” You pointed out, “That doesn’t happen unless it has a reason to be quiet. We’re not welcome here.” You tried to argue. You would have been better off arguing with the moon itself. Your friend just shook her head as she continued to walk.
“The woods are always quiet Y/n, its what makes it so peaceful, or whatever.”
“But not this quiet!” You pleaded as you chased after her, still not willing to let her die out here alone. “Dude, please, we need to go-!”
“Ooo, whats that!” Your “best friend” quickly changed the topic as she pointed out a building off in the distance, running off to check it out. You felt your stomach fall to the floor. Who would build anything out here? You ran to follow her, deciding to just drag her back home if you had to. 
“Its a house!” She pointed out with a laugh as the two of you reached the edge of a lawn, “And they even decorated for Halloween, how sweet.” You looked at the house, an old wooden cabin that looked like something a pilgrim would have built back in the 1700s. You were shocked to see lights glowing in the window, indicating the building had electricity. That wasn’t what unnerved you the most though.
That would be the bones littering the yard. Animal and human alike, some looking older than others. All strewn about as if thrown there without any care, or sense of design. They looked more like discarded trash than they did decor, and a morbid part of your brain forced you to ask; do those maybe look a little too real to be made of plastic? You blood felt colder than ice as your throat contracted, an unseen anaconda choking you as your knees threatened to give out.
This place was cursed. “You should go knock.” Your friend smirked.
“I would rather die.” You whispered.
“I’m serious!” She laughed, “Go trick or treating! You’d probably be the first one to do so here.” 
“No way, this isn’t right. Why would they “decorate” for Halloween all the way out here? Why are they out here to begin with? It doesn’t make sense, we need to go.”
“Well, I’m not leaving until you go knock on the door.” Your friend shrugged as if she wasn’t signing your death certificate. “These kind people deserve trick or treaters, and I deserve to take a picture of you scared shitless as you knock on the door.” She laughed.
“That’s not funny!” You snapped, your patience growing thinner as your anxiety grew.
“Oh come on Y/n! Don’t be such a bitch, just go knock on the door and then we can go, okay? I promise.”
“...Swear?” You asked softly, at this point willing to do whatever it took to leave these woods and go home.
“Swear.” Your best friend smiled, locking her pinky with yours. Her smile as angelic, enough to trick you into a facade of ease. You took a deep breath as you approached the door, carefully avoiding the skeletons as you walked. Did they looked chewed on? You didn’t want to think too hard about it. You could feel your heart in your throat, the false courage of your friends pinky promise fleeing faster and faster with every step you took closer to this house. It radiated death.
Climbing the creaky stairs was harder than you anticipated, your jittering joints protesting the very act. You reached a trembling fist to the splintering wooden door, knocking as soft as possible. “H-Hello?” You called out, hating the way your voice quivered, “Trick or Treat!” Your entire body tried to collapse in on itself, the only thing keeping you from doing so was the primal instinct to maintain your ability to run should you so need.
You waited a few seconds, then let out a shaking breath as no one came to the door. As you turned back to your friend, you were blinded by the flash of a camera, freezing you in your place. The sounds of her cackle filled you with rage. You really needed you friends. 
You rolled your eyes. “There I knocked. Are you happy? Can we please go home no-” your words died in your throat as you heard the door open.
“Trick.” a rough deep voice said, deeply unfamiliar to you. You watched your friends face contort into fear and her jaw unhinged itself into a scream as she scrambled to get away. Though, you weren’t able to hear her panic, the ringing in your ears becoming deafening as you felt your feet fall from underneath you, a python of an arm squeezing your stomach as you were lifted into the air, and into the house. 
You tried to grab the door frame as you were dragged into hell, becoming aware of your own screaming ripping through your throat as the frame was ripped from your fingers and the door shut in your face.
“Quite mortal.” The voice said again, and you almost instantly shut up. Something primal in your DNA sequencing knowing better than to piss off this devil. The monster turned you over in his hands, turning you to face him. Your soul left your body. You took in the visage of the beast, your panicking brain struggling to process what was in front of you.
 A giant humanoid man, with four arms, four eyes, and a face and chest full of ancient markings. He was holding you too close to properly see it, not to mention the fact that he was wearing a regal robe, but you would bet an unreasonable amount of money he had a sickening smile on his belly. You were in The Spider Demons claws.
And worst of all, he was kinda cute? Like, maybe it was the unshakeable sense of death that rattled your soul and turned your brain into mush, but if he was like- a normal guy with a normal amount of arms and eyes, you would have been smitten! You were kinda smitten now, even if you didn’t want to admit that. God you…really really hoped this whole experience wasn’t awakening something in you. This would be something to unpack in therapy later- if you survived this.
The demon took your chin in a free hand, turning your head as he examined you. You smelled divine. If you had been a sacrifice for him, he would have given whoever picked you out an A++ for finding you, and a bit more leniency for a while. But, he knew you weren’t a sacrifice. The townsfolk had declared him their enemy long ago, and had been facing the consequences ever since. So, that begged the question.
“Tell me, whats a pretty thing like you doing at my doorstep on the most haunted night of the year?” He asked, turning your head to look him in the eye. 
“Wishing you were a myth.” You went with the first thing that came to your head and instantly regretted it. That might have been a little too honest for this situation. But, at least he seemed to find humor in it, snickering at your quip.
“Keep wishing then human, I’m all too real.” He chuckled darkly. 
“Yeah, I-I see that…Are you going to kill me?” Your voice was shakier than you intended as you asked. You hated it, but the anticipation of what he was going to do was more painful that anything he could have actually done.
“I haven’t decided yet.” He mused as he continued his examination of you. He smiled cruelly as he felt your pulse quicken under his hands. He could smell your fear, and it was intoxicating. Your eyes, blown wide with fear, were stirring something deep down inside of him, and making you far more interesting than any other human he had come across in years.
Or, maybe it had just been a while since he had anyone to fuck. Granted, he had stolen plenty of mortals from your small town, but most of the time they died in the process. Corpses held no interest to him for anything other than food. But you? You were alive and warm, and vulnerable in his claws. That fact alone made the notion of keeping you alive for a little longer far more enticing than killing you just yet. 
“Um, anything I could do to help you make that decision?” You asked softly.
“The decision to kill you?” he questioned
“Well, the decision not too!” You quickly clarified, “Dying sounds kinda, well, not fun  and with you being like, a real thing that kinda makes me question well everything as far as mythology goes and that makes dying really fucking scary and-”
“You’re rambling mortal.” He sneered in annoyance.
“Right! My bad I just- please don’t kill me. I’ll do anything not to die.” You begged, tears prickling the corners of your eyes as you grappled with being forced to face the unknown. You had the beasts attention though, an eyebrow raising at your offer.
“Anything?” He purred, his eyes falling to the swell of your chest and making you greatly regret your word choice. “Anything at all?”
“Anything.” You whispered softly. You reasoned with yourself that this was for your life and definitely not because the thought of getting railed by a blood thirsty demon made you squish your thighs together in anticipation. You for sure didn’t feel a rush of arousal as the thought of something meant to kill you making you cum instead crossed your mind. That didn’t happen, no way, not at all. You weren’t wondering if his dick was as monstrous as he was, or if his markings graced it as well.
“Alright then Human, deal.” He grinned wickedly as he brushed a stray hair behind your ear. “I’ll let you live, if you give your body to me first.” You felt your face burn at his proposal. Something felt fundamentally wrong about spreading your legs for a demon. You weren’t religious or anything, but that had to be some sort of sin. But, if it was for your life, surely you could indulge- I MEAN- endure. 
“Before I agree, we’re not talking about possession, right?” You had to clarify. He smirked at your words. You were cleaver to ask, it showed a familiarity with the supernatural. Maybe you weren’t as foolish as you first seemed after all.
“Smart girl. But no, we’re not talking about possession.” He confirmed. 
“Okay, cool, just checking.” You chuckled nervously. “You got yourself a deal.” His smirk turned into a dark grin as his free hands rushed to your clothes. You panicked, knowing he was going to rip them off and you’d be forced to walk back in the nude. That would have been mortifying.
“Wait wait wait!” You yelped, holding up your arms to stop his hands. 
“What?” He growled, annoyance flooding his tone.
“Let me undress myself.” You requested, “Please? I’ll make it worth your while.” He seemed intrigued and amused, setting you on the ground with an almost unnerving gentleness. 
“Will you now? Lets see.” He hummed. You nodded, taking a few steps back. You took a deep breath and shrugged your jacket off your shoulders. You had never been particularly good at being sexy, at least not in your opinion. But, The monsters eyes could have convinced you otherwise. The way he watched you undress, as if he was a starving man looking at a thanksgiving feast, or a hungry demon looking at his next meal. It gave you the confidence to put on a proper show, teasing him as you slowly shed your clothes.
“I’m Y/n by the way,” You said as your hands reached to unhook your bra, “You got a name, or is it just spider demon?” He huffed humorlessly at your quip. He never liked that title. 
“Ryomen Sukuna,” He said, his eyes setting fire to your skin as you finally dropped your bra for him, “you can call me Sukuna.” 
“Noted.” You nodded as you dropped your panties. His lustful grin showed off his incredibly sharp fangs as he dropped his own robe, the only thing covering him. You confirmed the mouth theory, seeing it spread and hungrily panting across his toned abs. Your breath hitched when you saw when he was working with. 
His dick- or rather, dicks- looked human enough despite the markings, but they were longer and thicker than anything you had taken before. And again, there were two of them. They stood hard and proud against his stomach, twitching to be inside you. You didn’t know if the buzzing in your hands and legs was from regret, or excitement.
You didn’t have time to figure it out either before you were taken back into the demons arms, this time with less violence and more neediness. He pressed you to his stomach, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist and leaving you open to him.
“You’re pretty brave for a human, you know that?” He complimented as a large tongue lolled out of his stomach mouth and against your soaking core. He chuckled darkly as the muscle shoved itself into your weeping cunt, making you gasp at the sudden stretch, “And such a slut too.”
“Hey, this was your idea, not mine.” You reminded him though breathy moans, trying to ground yourself as your hips bucked against his giant mouth. Every movement of the tongue felt like being touch for the first time, a ripple of pleasure coursing though your stomach and legs, and making you wonder there was something supernatural going on to make a demonic act feel so heavenly.
“True,” He agreed, “But you’re the one that's gushing for a monster when I’ve hardly touched you.” he reminded you, watching the way your face contorted with pleasure as you dropped the act of innocence. He didn’t know what was more arousing to him, watching your resolve dissolve, or just how sweet you tasted as you desperately you rode his tongue. “I was going to kill you just a few moments ago, you know that right?” He growled into you ear.
“Yeah, but you’re fucking me instead. Sounds like a win to me.” You grinned and he laughed at your sudden audacity. He knew he liked you.
“You really are a whore, Aren’t you?” He teased as his tongue slipped out of your cunt and into your ass instead, watching the way your breasts bounced as you flinched and moaned at the sudden intrusion. 
“Not a whore if it’s for my life.” You whined, digging your nails into his shoulders. You were starting to feel light headed from the pleasure pooling in your stomach, your cunt clenching around nothing, pissed off from the loss.
“Whatever you have to tell yourself.” He chuckled as his face fell to the crook of your neck, taking in your intoxicating smell. He could feel his dicks twitch with need as he kissed you there, fighting every instinct in his body to keep from digging his teeth into the thin skin. He tasted your sweet slick as it dripped from your cunt and onto the middle of his tongue, and finally he withdrew the muscle. 
You whined as he did, head dropping to his chest, both holes now clenching around nothing. “No, fuck-” You whimpered, only for him curl a clawed finger under your chin and lift your head to face him. “Sukuna..” You whimpered as you looked into his fire red eyes, darkened by lust. His lips crashed into yours, capturing you in a heated kiss. You sighed against his mouth, hands rising to tangle into his soft pink hair as his tongue tangled with yours.
You screamed into his mouth as you felt him shove both of his cocks into you at once, one for each hole. He growled, biting down on your lip as you clenched around him. “Sukuna!” You gasped as you pulled back from the kiss, your body trying hard to push out the sudden intrusion.
“Relax for me Darling,” He groaned softly, the pet name slipping out without his permission. He pressed his forehead to yours as he rubbed your stomach, trying to ease your pain.
“I-I can’t. Too big..” You panted, trying desperately to release the tension in your shoulders. The stretch was searing you from the inside out. You felt overwhelmed, the pleasure in the pain feeling like static shocks. “It’s soo much..”
“You can handle it,” He assured you, extremely (perhaps overly) confident in your ability considering you had met less than an hour ago. You shook your head, tears slipping from your eyes. He lapped them up from your face, then captured your lips in a much softer kiss this time. Slowly, your body came to accept his, the tension melting away as his tongue tangled with yours and he eased his way further into you. The burn faded, leaving just the pleasure there, pulsating through you as he pushed deeper. 
He groaned into your lips as he bottomed out into you, stilling both to give you time to adjust and so he didn’t immediately cum in you like a fucking virgin. It was almost embarrassing how good you felt around him, taking him better than any other being had before. You clenched and fluttered around him in a sinful way, bringing him closer to his climax than he would like to admit.
“Told you.” He smirked as he pulled away from the kiss, licking at the string of saliva that connected the two of you. You whined as you looked down to where the two of you were connected, watching a bulge in your stomach appear and disappear with every thrust of his hips. It should have hurt, but no- quite the opposite.
 Every thrust of his hips electrified you with pleasure, sending wave after wave of intoxicating bliss through your nervous system. You had never felt so full before, so complete. You could feel his cocks rub against each other, against your walls inside of you, a dizzying sensation that you had never experienced before. Your hips bucked against him greedily as he fucked you, chasing your high.
“Look at me Y/n,” He demanded, pulling your head up so your eyes connected with his again, “I want you know the demon making you feel so good.” 
“Ryomen-” You whined, forgetting in your sea of lust that wasn’t the name he told you to use. His eyes widened a bit from shock. Mostly because he wasn’t filled with rage by your insolence, but instead a surge of lust from hearing his name fall from your lips. It really had been awhile, he was feeling himself getting attached far too easily. If he knew what was good for him, he would have finished and disposed of you as quickly as possible. He wasn’t interested in what was good for him.
“Say it again.” He demanded, a hand slipping in between you to rub circles into your clit. 
“Ryomen..” You whined, staring at him with fucked out, lust clouded eyes as you trembled in his arms, thighs clenching around his abdomen as the ecstasy crashed through your core and through out your body. You felt your muscles ripple and tense in anticipation. 
“Again,” He growled, pulling you closer to him, and dropping his forehead down to yours. “Who does this cunt belong to?”
“Ryomen..” Your brain was too clouded to make out the rest of his command, your body buzzing and bliss building up inside of you. He picked up his pace, chasing his own high and making you scream out his name in a truly embarrassing and needy moan. 
You clung onto his shoulders and neck, digging your nails into the soft skin there as the euphoria in your veins finally boiled over and hit the fire inside of your stomach, igniting it in an explosion of ecstasy and lust. Your vision exploded with stars and your brain officially clocked out of work as you melted into a puddle. Your legs shaking around him as you leaned against his strong body, unable to keep yourself up any longer.
Your velvety walls quivered around him and sucked him in impossibly deeper, needy and lustful for him. It drove him mad. He watched as your face scrunched in pleasure, your body reacting to him greedily as you melted into the pleasure he he was gracing you with. 
It send him over the edge watching you cum for him, feeling you cum over him, feeling you gush around him. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer, holding you in a grip tight enough to bruise. His fangs buried themselves into your neck, marking you as his and his alone as he came deep inside of you, the warm strings gushing in you and filling you to the point of spilling over.
He held you close to him, head hung back as you both tried to catch your breath. Your mind was starting to clear the fog out, looking up to ask him to put you down before you felt him move inside you again. Your breath hitched as you realized he didn’t even get a little soft. You looked at him with almost horrified eyes as he bucked into you, only acting to encourage him. He looked back at you with lustful and wicked eyes, nipping at your lip as he set his pace and grinned.
“Whats wrong Darling?” He asked, the pet name now fully intentional in its use, “You didn’t think I was done with you yet, did you?” 
🎃🎃🎃
You were warm when you woke up, despite still being in the nude. Probably because of the huge body pressed against yours, radiating heat and holding you close as he slept. Visions of last night ran though your head, making you almost painfully aware of the cum still dripping from between your thighs, and sending another wave of arousal through you. When did you pass out? When did Ryomen?
You stayed still for a few seconds, listing to your bedfellows steady breathing. The bed, despite being made from feathers and thin quilting, was surprisingly soft, and the late afternoon sun filled the old home with a warm hazy light. You realized you couldn’t stay here any longer. You couldn’t get attached to an urban legend. 
You slipped out of his arms, freezing as he groaned and only breathing again once he was softly snoring. You sighed as you slipped out of the bedroom and found your clothes again. You quickly got dressed, and went to open the front door. It didn’t budge. Your eyes furrowed in confusion as you pulled the knob again. What the hell? You pulled with all your might, almost screaming with frustration as the door didn’t even move a centimeter. 
“Don’t bother with that Dove.” You gasped as you heard Ryomens voice behind you, a wave of dread blanketing you as you spun to face him. He was leaning casually against the door frame of the bedroom, a content smile painted on his face. “It has my seal on it. I’m the only one that can open that door.”
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rs-hawk · 2 months
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The Thunderbird: Part One
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You never really listened to your mother about what was out there. You always considered the old stories to be that. Just stories. Everything they talked about could be easily explained by science. Well, maybe not everything, but at least most things. Believing in those stories made you feel like you were playing into the stereotype of a “superstitious Indian”. Frankly, it angered you if you thought about it too much, because if you didn’t, you felt like you were denying such an important part of yourself.
However, if anyone asked, and if you were to look in your heart of hearts, you had to honestly say that you didn’t believe. They’re just stories. Stories made to explain things your ancestors didn’t understand, and to be warnings to keep children safe. Like why you shouldn’t go into the woods alone, or why you should try to find cover during thunderstorms. Maybe if you had listened though, you could have just continued your life.
On New Year’s Eve, you were driving home from your parents’ house. You had work the next day, unfortunately, and your family can get a little out of hand at parties. It wasn’t quite midnight, but you didn’t mind reigning in the New Year alone. You just wanted to be able to get some sleep.
As you thought about how much part of you wished you could have stayed, you saw lightening flash across the sky. You slowed down, wearily watching for another flash, when thunder boomed so loudly your car shook. Your stomach dropped through your feet to the floor, with your heart following when you see what can only be described as a bird the size of a helicopter.
Your entire body trembled as you watched it soar through the dark sky, but even more so when the creature slammed into the ground in front of you. All the stories your mother said came racing back to you. Men turned to monsters by their immoral actions. Creatures too beyond human comprehension, so this is all we can see with our human eyes.
You weren’t sure what happened next, but the hood was ripped off of your car, and the cold winter air seeping into your bones. The creature peered inside at you, chirping and clicking at you. You swallowed hard as it’s long beak picked you up by the collar, dropping you on the ground beside your car. You couldn’t even scream. The fright left you feeling numb.
A caw that sounded like thunder boomed from the beak as it bumped its head against your cheek. Other stories also bubble up from the back of your mind. Creatures beyond humans, who won’t even have a Chief of War as they are above it. Protectors of their cousin nations. Protectors of sister tribes. Those who live just beyond, in the upper world. The closest to Father Sun and Mother Moon that any of Their children will ever be.
You stood up on trembling knees, and the creature just watched you. After a few moments, you started walking along the street, wondering if it would follow you. There was another flash of lighting in the sky, followed by a deep boom of thunder. You know it’s from the bird. As you’re walking, you see a massive pile up ahead. Police cars and ambulances circle the cars, pulling out survivors. If you hadn’t stopped when you saw that thing, you would have been here. In that carnage.
Fear made a lump bubble in your throat as a police officer walked up to you. “Are you alright Miss? It’s freezing out here. Were you involved in the accident?”
“No. No, um, I was attacked a little way back but it left. It destroyed my car so I was going to walk home,” you explained, not wanting to really explain what happened. How could you?
The officer frowned, looking you up and down. “You’re sure that’s what happened?”
Heat flushed your cheeks as you nodded. You knew what he was thinking, but you weren’t drunk. You hadn’t touched a drop. “Yes sir, but I’m alright. I’ll call a tow truck in the morning.”
He grunted out a “fine” before turning away to pay attention to the scene in front of you. The booming of thunder made you wince, drawing your coat closer to you.
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ambercoloredfox · 1 year
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Crown of Curses
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Summary: A thief steals something more than a jewel to find that the curse she bears runs deep as the blood in her veins.
Pairing: Morpheus x f!Reader/OC
Rating: Teen. Maybe Mature for cursing (ha).
Notes: Content warning for choking, mentions of murder, crime scene photos. Nothing too graphic.
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"Regression to the mean." My mouth formed the words without me meaning to.
The blade dropped again, halting nearly within arms reach. I whimpered.
"Yes, exactly." The man said, nearly sounding proud. "The universe always has ways of trying to, ah, correct it's mistakes. You are here to do the correcting."
"Correcting?" I echoed. "Correcting what?"
Another foot. The point hovered directly above my heart.
"Your ancestor's mistakes."
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"Yer cursed."
I tore my eyes away from the fence to glance at the man who had spoken, barely visible from his shadowed alley. His clothes were expectedly torn and filthy, layered rags to vainly fight against the growing New England chill. Eyes glossy and unfocused, he brought a bottle to his dry and cracked lips before continuing.
"Ye'll never know peace. Yer cursed."
"Yeah," I muttered, "Heard you the first time."
Adjusting the strap of my pack, I reached into my pocket for a few bills I could spare. I was used to this by now. At least he wasn't screaming at me to leave.
Why was it only those lost in their misfortunes could spot my curse? It had certainly made growing up on the streets as a teen difficult.
I handed him a wad of twenties and he was good enough to take them with a nod and a quick lift of his bottle, like some half hearted cheer. If I asked him what he meant by cursed, I knew I wouldn't receive an answer. The only answer I had ever gotten from those like him was that they just knew.
On some level I did too. I could feel it in my bones.
It didn't matter. All that mattered now was getting answers. Answers that were just beyond this fence.
I followed the barrier until I found a spot where the buildings surrounding it had the least windows, where the absent street lights threw the area in comforting shadows. Setting down the pack, I quietly pulled out the bolt cutters and got to work removing a portion of the fence.
In short work I had a hole big enough for my small form to slide through. Gathering my pack, I slipped inside.
Soft footsteps in harsh snow. Heel to toe. Heel to toe. The scarf wrapped around my face did more than hide my appearance, it also contained the fog of my breath. Here I was in my element. Here I didn't exist.
I was merely a shadow in the night.
The cameras were old and out dated, I discovered at a glance. Likely only filming in black and white. Stick to the dark and my presence might never be felt at all.
The closest container to me read #35. I pulled the folded note from my jacket pocket. It had been surprisingly easy to figure out which storage container was his. The receptionist had been very susceptible to social engineering.
I needed #63. Finding which way the numbers increased, I kept my body low and my movements precise. It didn't help the growing pit in my stomach.
The storage container was across the path, lit up in the most unhelpful way. The only options were to be spotted by the security cameras or retrace my steps and find a different part of the fence to breach.
Or.
Be creative. I could do that. With a hop and a groan, I was up on top of the closest container, sliding along the gathered snow on my belly until once more out of sight. I jumped across the point where the containers angled together, then landed right in front of my target.
A decade spent as a burglar was really paying off.
Finding my lockpick set in my bag, I made quick work of the 'master' lock and opened the large doors as silently as I could. Just enough to slip inside.
It was dark as hell. I fumbled for my flashlight, accidentally knocking my lockpick set out of the bag. There was a hollow metal echo as they clanged to the floor. I froze.
Fucking curse.
After counting to thirty and hearing no noise, I clicked on the flashlight.
"Goddamn it."
The storage was floor to ceiling with junk. I wasn't even sure what I was looking for-- how was I supposed to find it before the morning? Frustrated, I rearranged my pack as I thought of a plan.
My answer to whatever the hell cursed me was here. I knew it was. But just looking through boxes wasn't going to help. And it certainly wouldn't help to stumble upon something I didn't want to see.
Like pictures.
Hazy memories gripped me unbidden, and I fought back the images of a face I didn't want to remember. I waited for my breathing to even out again before moving. There had to be something I overlooked.
A folder was tugged from the confines of my pack, it's edges crinkled with wear and use. I hardly blinked at the photos of the corpses that greeted me. This puzzle had been with me for so long that I saw the victims every night in my dreams. Yet the question always remained.
Why?
Only one report didn't have a picture and was good enough to leave my dreams untarnished. Younger me had thought it had been a weakness. Now I knew better.
It would've been terrible to have the only picture, the only image I could remember of my mother, be her mutilated corpse.
I glanced once more at the boxes lining the walls. Did I dare? Would it be worth it?
No. The fear of seeing his picture, of remembering what he looked like instead of my mother, was too much to bear. This was his storage after all. All of his things.
Much more like I'd find pictures of my father rather than my mother.
The bastard didn't deserve to have his face remembered.
I flicked through the crime scene reports that I had memorized long ago, searching for some clue I might have missed. The whole event was strange. Looking too closely, none of it made sense. The facts were obvious. The facts showed my father had gone on a murder spree. He had admitted as much.
A murder spree, where every killing blow was made by someone other than him.
Cursed.
It was as I read through my father's screaming ramblings the night he had been arrested, that it happened. 'My ruby-!' the page read.
The room filled with a faint red glow. I nearly dropped my flashlight in shock. With a click I washed my self in darkness.
Red light was coming from the cracks of a crate on the far back wall. Cautiously, I approached and pulled it from it's long forgotten place.
Inside was a large rectangular ruby, adorned in gold. It glowed with an unnatural light. I reached, but hesitated before my fingertips touched the gem.
This, this was the reason I was cursed. I was sure of it.
Pulling my sleeve over my hand, I made sure not to touch the cursed object with bare skin. With the gem tucked safely in a spare pocket of my pack, I returned the crate and slipped back into the night.
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I leaned over the motel room desk, staring at the scarlet facets that mocked me. For so long I had wished I had some answer...
But now I found it, it only brought more questions.
The alcohol burned all the way to my nostrils as I took another harsh swig. It hadn't glowed again. I didn't know if that was a good sign or a bad.
I had it now. This cursed ruby that had taken everything away from me. And now that I had it...
I had no idea what to do with it.
What the fuck did I know about curses and magic? I was a goddamn thief.
Of course I had one idea on what to do. The one thing I really really didn't want to do.
Don't be a coward, I chastised myself with a sigh.
My hands shook slightly as I raised them, causing me to pause and stare.
"Fuck it."
I pinched my eyes shut and pressed my fingers to the ruby.
Nothing happened.
I opened a single eye. The damn thing wasn't even glowing. I let out the air I had been hoarding in one quick whoosh.
"How anticlimactic." I muttered, taking another drink.
The first light of the morning was forcing it's way through the shut blinds, becoming impossible to ignore. Double checking the door was locked, I finished my drink and flopped down on the bed.
Emotional exhaustion had me slipping consciousness before I could even get my shoes off.
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The gentle lapping of calm waters greeted me. It was harshly contrasted by the oppressive darkness that met my eyes. Black water mirrored the void above. The dark rotting wood beneath my feet groaned in protest under my weight.
My reflection in the water stared expectantly back at me. I didn't know what it wanted.
Looking behind me I could see the old dock stretching infinitely in one direction. I saw no sign of shore. With a final glance at my reflection, I started walking in the only direction I could.
The landscape never changed, no matter how long I walked. Black water. Black sky. Dead wood under my boots. Occasionally I caught my own gaze in the water.
I still didn't know what it wanted.
After some time, I began to tire. I was getting nowhere. It was useless. My mouth was dry.
I looked at the water again, unsure of what to do. But there I found my answer. By my feet, in my reflection, was a small clay goblet. My eyes found it where the mirror image had promised it would be.
Crouching down, I examined it. Immediately, my mind made a strange, unwarranted connection, as often happens in dreams. My mind, for some reason, decided this must be the holy grail.
Now, whether this inky water was safe to drink seemed not to matter. Hadn't I read somewhere that the holy grail could make all water pure?
I dipped the goblet into the water and began to quinch my thirst. The water was unlike anything I had ever tasted. In fact, I wasn't sure I had actually tasted anything. I heard songs, saw images, felt things. The word synaesthesia comes to mind.
And yet it felt so good.
It was filling some craving, some hole in me I hadn't even known existed. I drank until my soul ran over and the water spilled out my eyes and down my cheeks. Until it became too much to bear and I knew I could drink no longer.
That knowledge didn't stop me.
My hand shook as I filled one more cup. And then one more. Voices screamed in my head. My eyes watched me from the water, my reflection frozen and tilting it's head.
The only thing that stopped me was the goblet tumbling from my trembling grasp. I watched in shock as it disappeared into the dark depths, my chest heaving. I clutched my head in my hands and tried to stop the tears.
I felt too much. I felt not enough.
My head hurt.
When I finally composed myself, I found the shore was only a short distance away. Had it always been that close? Or had it only revealed itself after I drank the darkness?
Shaking my head, I got to my feet and followed the only path I was given.
A great ornately carved gate blocked the way. It was impossibly tall, nearly disappearing into the clouds. The carvings seemed to move the longer I stared. I was sure they told a story, like the carvings you could find in temples. What the story was, I had no idea.
I didn't have to try to pry them open. The gates opened as soon as I decided I wanted to enter.
Black sand became grey mud. The landscape was brighter, but bleaker, marked only by it's barren nature. It was eerily quiet, not even the wind was good enough to howl to give the place life. It was like the land itself was holding it's breath-- like it was between breaths. My feet kept me moving onward.
When the twisting path had me rounding the corner, my heart caught in my throat. A palace. Or a castle? An impossible structure made of care and beauty.
It was crumbling.
The world itself was crying out in anguish as this, the only landmark in this barren place, was rotting. I could feel it. The last living thing here, slowly succumbing to the frostbite of time.
My feet felt disconnected from my body. I carried on towards it in a daze. Three mythical creatures carved from stone glared down at me as I approached, the life long gone from their eyes. A piece of the griffin's wing fell as I stared at it. I placed my hand upon it, my eyes closing if their own volition.
Confusion. Despair. Resignation. Decay.
I choked on the emotions that bubbled up in me, tasting them in the back of my throat. My hands wiped away tears that were not my own. Had these statues been alive?
The atmosphere was suffocating. I didn't know what I had to do, but I had to do something.
Inside was nearly as bad as outside. Everything was decrepit, a terrible place haunted by the memories of what had once been. I could taste the sorrow on the dust coating my tongue. Something was wrong here. Something was so terribly wrong.
One hallway melted into the next. I didn't know where I was going, the building itself seeming to draw me into the heart of it. For a brief moment I knew I would keep moving if I tried to be still. I had gone past the event horizon and space was twisting upon itself to move me forward.
A set of double doors swung open, moving with the energy of an eager mouth ready for it's next meal. Past the threshold, my feet finally stopped. The room inside was impossibly quiet, like a hospital church.
Dust swirled in the air, lit from three elaborate stained glass windows in the back of the room. The glass was cracked and broken, pieces of the windows littering the ground and crunching under my boots as I stepped. A chill ran up my spine.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
It sounded like funeral bells.
A stairway stretched high in the air, reaching towards the heavens. The bright light from the windows made it impossible to see what was at the top. I hesitated.
Go on, a mad voice deep within me demanded. A strange little impulse. Go on. Go on go on go on.
I set my foot on the first step, straining my eyes to see. Something black was at the top. Some dark shape.
Go on go on go on go on go on go on go on.
I took another step. Then another. It was impossibly high up. The stone steps were ancient and crumbling.
GO ON GO ON GO ON GO ON GO ON.
Three steps from the top my eyes adjusted to the light. The shape was a pale white seat, carved from marble like stone. The back of the seat was unusually high, like some sort of...
Throne.
My vision twisted, the world lurched, the ground tried to come up to meet me. With a cry, I fell to my knees and scrambled up to the even surface, away from the crumbling stairs. I glanced behind me. Nothing moved. All was well.
I took a few shaky breaths, then looked back at the throne. It seemed to fill my entire vision, my entire mind. Slowly, I got to my feet again.
GO ON GO ON GO ON GO ON GO ON GO ON.
Adrenaline spiked up my spinal chord, making my limbs feel numb. I stood in front of the throne and froze. Anxiety gripped my throat like two clamped fists, squeezing until marks would surely be left on my skin. Tears prickled in the corners of my eyes.
I knew what I had to do. I knew what this voice in the back of my head demanded. But something was stopping me.
Why me?
I didn't want this. There had to be some other way. I turned back around and found I could no longer see the floor. The stairs stretched on forever downward.
The stone beneath my feet twisted again and I stumbled, reaching back to hold on to the throne for support. It was so far down. Dizziness gripped my head.
I didn't have a choice.
GO. ON.
I was going to fall.
NO. YOU'RE GOING TO--
"--fly."
Hands grabbed my shoulders, pulling me forcefully backwards. Sitting me upon the throne like a horrid coronation.
I tried my damnedest to fight, but it was useless. The hands felt like facts, no matter how much I denied them, they held me still. The carved armrests sprang to life under my fighting grip, thin white bindings crawling like ivy over my skin. It held me fast to the throne.
The hands let go once I was secure, finding grip in my hair and forcing me to look up. I cried out it panic, kicking uselessly at the stone.
How had I not seen it on the way up?
Suspended in the air above the throne was a sword with a ruby red blade. It gleamed dangerously in the low light, it's point aimed straight for me.
The sword of Damocles.
"No. No, no, no, no, please." I cried.
A voice shushed me, a hand patting my hair. "It's quite alright. No need to be frightened, really."
He sounded like the only voice that had ever existed. Like the voice in the back of my head, only older. As if the voice in my head was only a poor mimic of what he was.
The sword dropped half a foot and I choked on a scream.
"Really now. There's no need for that." The man behind me chided. "Don't you know why you're here?"
My lips quivered, hot tears spilling from my eyes.
"I'm cursed."
Again the sword inched closer, catching itself before it came down completely.
The bastard had the audacity to chuckle.
"I suppose. From a certain point of view. Though one could argue a curse and a blessing are two sides of the same coin."
A blessing? What in the ever loving fuck was blessed about this? My eyes never left the blade.
"No, no. You see," The man continued, "Are you familiar with statistics?"
I said nothing, but my mind clearly remembered the books I had devoured on the many days I found myself practically living in the public library.
"When the extreme of a variable is found in a sample, the second sample is more likely to return to the average of the population, you see."
"Regression to the mean." My mouth formed the words without me meaning to.
The blade dropped again, halting nearly within arms reach. I whimpered.
"Yes, exactly." The man said, nearly sounding proud. "The universe always has ways of trying to, ah, correct it's mistakes. You are here to do the correcting."
"Correcting?" I echoed. "Correcting what?"
Another foot. The point hovered directly above my heart.
"Your ancestor's mistakes."
"But I didn't... I didn't do anything!" I sobbed.
He patted my head again.
"Oh dear, I know. The blood running through your veins was spilled in an ancient rite, upsetting the balance of the universe. Unfortunately old magic and even older laws have bound your fate. We of the First Circle have no choice but to ensure... well, regression to the mean, as you say."
With that, the sword fell, plunging it's red blade into my chest. The hum of the sword pulsed through my veins with every heartbeat. I let out a shocked wheeze.
It felt like fire. It felt like ice. It felt like electricity. It felt like a storm. It felt like a whisper. It felt like a roar. It felt like stories untold.
It all melted into me.
His hands found my shoulders once more.
"But do remember what I said. A blessing and a curse can be one in the same. It's all a matter of, ah, perspective."
My vision filled with a flash of blinding red light.
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I startled awake, blinking away dots in my vision as if someone had just taken a picture of me with the flash on. Gulping down lung fulls of air, I was never more glad to see a shitty motel room.
It was just a dream. Just a fucked up dream.
Letting out a disbelieving laugh, I wiped the tears that had been running down my face. My phone told me I still had a few hours before I had to check out. Enough time to shower and check my messages. I did the latter first, not wanting to give my mind time to dwell.
It seemed like I had been missed in Brooklyn. I had three potential clients asking for me and Giovanetti left a message inviting me to dinner at a restaurant that didn't exist. Meaning the Boss had a job for me.
At least I wasn't about to go hungry from my little vacation.
Pulling out my laptop, I wrote to the clients asking for details before pondering what job the mob would want me to do this time. Surprisingly, they weren't too bad to work with, if you had firm boundaries. I was a thief, an agent for hire, nothing more. I had no loyalties. If they didn't like that, I could disappear and they'd never get my expertise again.
Turns out they appreciated the honesty of our arrangement just fine. I had been working with them for a few years now with little problem. Didn't mean I would let my guard down.
I turned on the shower and watched as the water heated. Maybe they had taken my advice about the insurance scam that would be easy money. Announcing my intention to steal a piece of fine art after already stealing it-- best idea I'd ever had, and it had already worked three times.
They only had to was invest in some extra sham security after the announcement and then act surprised when it was gone. All while selling the piece themselves on the black market.
Easy money. And the only people it hurt were some insurance executive assholes.
What was it the media had started calling me? The Unicorn? Because they didn't believe I existed.
Amazing.
These thoughts had plastered themselves over the unease carried into my waking hours like pleasant wallpaper over an ugly paint job. I had nearly forgotten the strange dream as I began to pull off my clothes to shower.
It all came rushing back as I took off my shirt and something cold hit my chest. Right above my heart.
I didn't dare look down. Like a coward, I turned slowly towards the mirror.
Blood red. Over my heart.
Impossible.
Not giving a damn that I was still naked, I rushed out of the bathroom to the small desk.
It was empty. The ruby was gone.
I still didn't want to look down. I went back to the mirror. The sound of the shower was an echo of my mind. Drowning white static.
The ruby necklace lay hanging around my neck. I didn't put it on. I wouldn't have.
Surely I was losing my mind?
I touched the golden chain, unable to face the red gem. Hadn't the chain been longer? Or had that been my imagination?
I was losing my mind. Just like my father had.
Panic clawed it's way up my back like a startled cat. I twisted in fear, fingers fumbling to find the clasp. Only one thing ran through my mind as my fingers flew.
Get it off. Off off off.
There was no clasp. A strangled sound escaped my throat. My vision narrowed so I could only see the cursed ruby in the mirror. Terror thrummed through my blood like war drums.
GET IT OFF.
I clenched my fist around the gem and tugged with all my might.
The ruby tugged back.
Red light flared to life. Gold constricted around my throat, getting tighter the more I struggled.
Panic held me tighter than the curse ever could.
I clawed at my throat and fought the chain, leaving deep red scratches that mimicked the infernal light. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't scream. My vision blurred, then darkened.
Only when I slumped over the counter, nearly passed out from my efforts, did the punishment finally stop. My hands and forearms pressed into the cool linoleum as my body fought to regain oxygen. I raised my head and met my own dark eyes in the mirror. Red glimmered just beneath my vision.
I was fucking cursed.
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alilaro · 2 years
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i think we should utilize doppelgängers as a horror trope more often. it installs such a nauseating primal sense of dread. its like something instinctual and ancient in your body telling you something is very, very wrong.
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hourglass-collector · 5 years
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Beyond The Depths Pt. 3
Pairing: Yoosung/MC
Words: 4,326
Warnings: N/A
Mermaid/Pirate AU
Part 3 of ??? 
                                           ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You’d had a whole day to think it through but even now as you floated in the water’s of the port only feet away from the ship you knew Yoosung to be on you were still debating whether you should reveal to him the truth about yourself.
It’d been on your mind all day and now with the moon’s light dancing upon the ocean’s surface, you still had yet to make your choice. He was so close and the time was now, you wondered whether he was thinking of you as much as you were thinking of him…
You watched the ship from a small distance, hiding behind the safety of a stray boulder. Most of the lights onboard were out and the deck seemed too lifeless for anyone to be on it, you doubted that anyone but him was aboard at the moment. You were shaking in place but not because it was cold but because you were nervous.
You knew you could trust him to bring you no harm… but what if after you told him he no longer wanted anything to do with you? You didn’t want to risk it, yet if he knew you’d be able to follow him without having to hide. You truly felt like you were at a crossroads, the future depended on whatever happened here, tonight.
You looked at the wet cloth in your hands, a dress you had found the first time you walked on the abandoned and forbidden island of Sirenum scopuli. You had never thought you’d have need for it and though you could have discarded of it at any moment, you’d taken a liking to the curiosity so much that you could not bear to part with. Instead, you resolved to hide it in a broken crate under a bush and now the time had finally come for you to make use of it.
It was a simple dress, not like the ones that human women wore as it did not have the several layers, ruffles, and frills that you had noted their dresses to have. Rather it was more like a simple slip with a faded pattern of blue flowers that adorned the yellowing white. How long had the dress lay discarded on the island before you found it, you knew not but it was obvious the sun had done it’s damage to the colors. Yet, as damaged as it was you still found it a pretty wear. The dress, however, was soaking wet from your journey back and forth, you’d have to make an excuse about it and hope Yoosung did not ask too many questions regarding it.
He must be waiting for me…
You didn’t want to keep him waiting, you took a deep breath and visually surveyed around the port for a secluded area in which you could climb out with the reassurance of not being watched. There was a creak at one of the port’s windows and you looked up to it.
Yoosung…
He was looking out the window and up to the stars... for a moment with the moonlight cast over him; he really did appear to be a heavenly visage. You couldn’t help the sigh that caught at your throat as you gazed up at him, he really was such a good person and for an instant, you almost felt guilty at the thought of keeping up a lie to him…
He’d once mentioned how much he disliked secrets, the way he spoke of how his friend was keeping something from him really did drive home the point. Yet, here you were willing to keep one from him in order to remain on his good graces… you felt selfish and guilty…
You looked back up at him and watched as he sighed turning away from the window.
He was waiting for you…
You cowerer back into the water at the sensation of your own uncertainty, the truth was that no matter what you just could find the best choice to solve your dilemma.
You managed to find a safe spot to transform and were halfway up to it when a loud bellowing sound exploded through the night’s air breaking the peaceful atmosphere, the sound was accompanied with the ripples the ocean water created at the sound, you quickly turned around in the direction of the sound and an enormous uncontrolled fiery light engulfed the ports… a fire, it was a fire. A dark grey smoke shortly followed the fire, filling the sky with an ashy grey cloud of smoke.
Something had exploded…
You were too slow to react, maybe because a part of you was trying to deny what had just happened while the other sought to fully digest it, both to no avail; because you were fully aware that what had just happened had happened but unable to fully process it.
When your mind had finished connecting the final dot there was only one person on your mind… Yoosung. The explosion had occurred in the same direction of where he was.
You quickly dove back deep into the ocean swimming as fast you could towards the area in which his ship was located. The closer you got the more debris and stray ship parts floated or sunk around you, the water was becoming unbearable to breathe in as you came closer. Without thinking twice you swam back to the surface surveying the surrounding area… the ship, the ship Yoosung had been on, it was blown to smithereens. A roaring uncontrollable fire raged where the ship had once been docked at.
You panicked. He had to be okay, he just had to, you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself something had happened to him.
Quickly you took off swimming around and through the area of the fire, you threw and pushed stray items out of your way as you searched for him through the water. Your body shook as you called out for him in desperate pleas.
It felt like the world had purposely slowed down for this singular hellish moment, in an attempt to torment you. The crackling of the fire and the sound of chaos around you fall on deaf ears, all you could hear was the racing of your own heartbeat as you looked around over and over in a frenzied panic.  The world spun around you and thoughts of the worse possible truth made you sick.
Your mind was going haywire and you felt like you’d go mad if you couldn’t locate him in the next several seconds… all you could think clearly was; Why did I take my time? Why didn’t I go to him any sooner?
You wanted to cry out but at the same time, your voice was caught in your throat like a silencing lump.
Then out of the corner of your eye, you saw something in the distance….
Bubbles and ripples formed at the surface of the ocean further on out in the distance, desperate to cling onto any hope you didn’t waste a moment and plummeted deep down, swimming to it as if your very life depended on it.  
There was hardly any light, any human would have had trouble seeing in the kind of lighting you were navigating under but lucky for you all you needed was the moonlight to see… and then you saw him.
Yoosung! Your heart nearly cried out as you continued to race towards him.
He was tangled up and restrained from breaking free by a bunch of rope that had caught on an underwater boulder constricting him to it. He weakly struggled and it was obvious that he was losing consciousness.
He needed air!
You quickly raced to the surface taking a mouthful of air and hastily swam back to him, he had to stay with you if he couldn’t then breaking him free would be useless… you didn’t even want to think about it.
His eyes were half-lidded, his trashing had seized not too long ago and you were aware he was losing his consciousness more and more. You swam up in front of him but were unsure of whether he actually could recognize you under his current circumstances, nonetheless, you gently cupped his cheeks in your hand and brought your lips to his in a swift and quick fluid motion. Now was not the time for hesitance. You gave him every bit of oxygen you had taken from beyond the surface and though you suspected he was half unconscious his lips greedily ravaged yours as he attempted to take in every bit of what you were willing to give him.
You reluctantly pulled away, looking up at him to make sure your attempt had produced some type of fruit but alas, it seemed like your effort had been in vain his eyes were closing just as fast as they had been before, his movement seized all together and you panicked to rip and shred at the ropes confiding him to an underwater grave.
Simply tugging at the constrictions did not free him, quite the contrary they only seemed to tighten further. Your nails, you looked at them and retracted the predatory claws that your ancestors had once used to rip the flesh off of human bones. Swiftly you cut at the ropes around his legs and neck… how on earth had he ended up this tangles up? Finally, you freed him. You attempt to swim full speed towards the surface, to get him some air but was forcefully jolted backward as you took notice of one last rope tied around his shoulder/arm area. You cut at it and continued swimming.
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The stars gleamed above you like tiny emeralds, but who could look at the stars at a moment like this?
You might be strong but by the time you had successfully reached the island of Sirenum Scopuli you were tired and out of breath, you fall back on the wet sandy shore struggling to keep your breathing calm and steady and dropping Yoosung down on the sand next to you.
You could not recall ever swimming that fast before, it felt like you’d never reach the island with every second that passed you felt like you could not swim fast enough to reach but now your tail lay sore and numb on the sand from over-exhaustion... yet, you had no time to contemplate such things when there was a dying man beside you.
You rolled over, facing an unconscious Yoosung and panic rekindled the spark of your emotions hurriedly you threw off his drenching wet coat and ripped through the soaking blouse he wore down the center. Quickly you check for his heartbeat…
And there it was, very faintly but it was still there. You wouldn’t have much time at this rate, you had to get all the water out of his system before it was too late. You propped yourself up next to him and began to push down on his abdomen trying to get all the water out of him. After a few tries, you stopped and listened for his heartbeat, nothing. Again. Nothing, Again. Nothing. Quickly, you aligned his head to a more favorable position and brought your lips to his once more, then repeated the process over and over.
You didn’t know how much time passed by before Yoosung began to cough up water, panicked he jolted up continuing to spew out sea water. He was dazed and completely lost you could almost assure that he had no clue of what had happened or what he was doing here, with you…  
He was speaking quickly in a panicked state, his words were incoherent and you had to hold him in your arms to ground him back into reality.  
“Yoosung, calm down. It’s okay, it’s all over now, you’re okay. It’s over, you’re safe.” His body was quivering in your arms; from the cold, from his emotions or maybe both. He remained your arms not pushing or pulling away, his breathing slowly became more steady and his voice quietly asked.
“Am I dead?”
“No, thankfully you are alive.” You responded holding him tightly. “I was terrified that something had happened to you. What happened?”
“I... don’t know. I heard an explosion, and the ship rocked so hard it knocked me over, then I saw flames…. A lot of them, blowing quickly in my direction and I ducked behind a crate.” He explained. “That’s all I remember. W-what- Where am I?” he asked looking around at his unfamiliar environment. “Y/N, what are you doing here? Where’s everybody else? D-did you save me?” He asked.
“I- I was on my way to go see you when I saw and heard the explosion, I panicked thinking you could have still been on board and searched in the water for you…. You were tangled to a boulder a few feet underwater when I found you. I couldn’t take you back to the port’s docks… for uhm… for…” You hesitated, looking down at your tail hoping that his gaze would follow the direction of yours and see for himself what you didn’t have the courage to tell him in words, but it seemed to go over his head as he continued to stare up at your face waiting for an answer. When he failed to catch on, you sighed out. “For uh… personal reasons.”
He seemed so confused and you knew you weren’t making things any easier for him by being so vague but you couldn’t help it, you yourself were dealing with a mix of complicated emotions; on one hand he’d realize it sooner than late and on the other hand you still hadn’t made up your mind that this was what you wanted. Though you no longer had any say in the matter, it was too late to turn back now as you lay on the sand tail exposed waiting for him to eventually see it and there was no way you’d be able to hide it now.
“What perso-” He attempted to shift within your arms but clumsily faltered backward when he realized that you were wearing nothing on your upper half, though this time when he faltered backward his arm failed to support him and he felt a sharp pain over both his shoulder and arm. “Ahh!” He cried out.”
“Yoosung!” You cried out, trying to help him back up. “Oh my stars, are you hurt?” You asked leaning over his side examining his shoulder which he clutched in a tight grip.
“I’m fine.” He tried to lie but his voice betrayed him as he attempted to sit back up. You helped him allowing him to lean on you until he was completely upright.
“Y/N, how did-” His voice came to a halt and his eyes were steadily fixed on your tail. Finally, there was no more hiding.
“Y-Yoosung?” You asked quietly.
"So I'm not dead?" He asked once more, eyes still fixated on your tail. "No." You replied truthfully. "Am I dreaming?" "No." "D-Did Seven out you up to this?" He asked rubbing both his eyes, then blinking them wide and shut. You'd only heard mention of Yoosung's friend never met him and didn't know where he got the idea that you could possibly know him. "No." You answered again. "This has to be one of his many pranks." He muttered to himself but then looked back up at your tail. His eyes remained on your there, and he laughed slightly. "I must have bumped my head pretty hard." "Not that I know of... Yoosung. Listen, I know this is all pretty hard to understand but please don't freak out." You cautiously reached for his hand, afraid that he'd pull it away in either fear or disgust. Surprisingly, he allowed you to hold it "I- I don't understand..." "I can explain." You reassured. "But before I can you have to believe what you're seeing. May I?" You asked giving his hand a small squeeze. He was reluctant but nodded regardless. Slowly, so that if he wanted back out any moment he could retrieve his hand, you took it and gently guided it over your tail allowing his fingertips to trace over the scales. "This is the real me, Yoosung." You confessed with a sigh. "I'm sorry, I didn't tell you any sooner, I was afraid. Afraid you wouldn't want anything to do with me if you found out, but I felt so guilty about it and I was debating about whether I should tell you or not tonight and then everything happened and I- I didn't get the chance to-" "Y/N." Yoosung's voice cut through your rambling. "I- Thank you. Thank you for saving my life." He leaned in closer placing a small kiss on your cheek and you felt yourself heat up immediately, this wasn't exactly the reaction you had expected. You placed a hand over the area his lips had skimmed. "It doesn't bother you that I'm a-" He cut you off. "If it hadn't been for you tonight I wouldn't be here right now. Y/N, you must really be an angel..." His words were so pretty, too kind. It didn't make sense, this is what you wanted but not what you had expected... it was all too good to be true, any other human would have tried to skewer you alive the moment the realized what you were and yet here Yoosung stood seemingly completely okay with it. "Yoosung, look at me... do you realize what I am?" You asked. "My ancestors were creatures of the sea that ate men alive, how can y-" "That may be true, but this is you and you're not them. You're clearly different." You weren't used to this, ever since you could remember you'd been on your own so this type of kindness was not something you were used to and from what you knew of humans and their past with your kind, no good could result from mixing the two. You looked away not knowing what else to say or do, what now? Was all you could ask yourself, you had spent so much time worrying and bracing yourself for his reproach that you'd never began to consider the fact that he'd accept you so easily. Not to add that this was your first time being so vulnerable with someone. "Y/N." Yoosung's voice asked. "You don't have to hide in front of me. I promise you, you don't have to worry about whether I'll waver..." You looked him in the eyes and in that instance it felt as if his eyes reflected a mutual emotion. Suddenly, you became very aware of how close the two of you really were and for some reason, you wanted to close the space up further. There was no talking, just comfortable silence as the both of you basked in one another's company under the peace of the sparkling night stars for no words were necessary. You'd always liked his eyes; the color, the shape, what they expressed, they were entirely hypnotic. His eyes spoke countless things which his voice could not, and you found yourself being lured closer and closer to him by their wish. Like a gravitational pull that drew you guys together the two of you inched closer to one another, your noses were touching and both kept going closer and closer. His hand went to the side of your face in an attempt to brush a stay strand of hair behind your ear but instead, a jolting pain shot at the muscles and joints on his shoulder making him cry out in pain. The moment left completely behind, you reached out trying to steady him from falling over. "Tell me how much it and where it hurts." He muttered out a strained, "all over my shoulder." "I can fix it." You replied. "It’s gonna feel weird but I need you to trust me and do as I instruct if you want me to stop or feel too weird about it just tell me to stop and I will." He only nodded. Slowly you guided him to lay on the sand and he did without restraint. You looked at the ruined blouse he wore, you’d ripped it right down the center in a moment of panic and now the buttons were completely ruined. Taking a deep breath you swallowed thickly and tried your best to push any inappropriate thought out of your mind as you pushed the blouse off the afflicted area. There wasn’t any bleeding or scratches but it was red and somewhat swollen, you gandered a guess that he either got hurt in the explosion or when you had tried to free him but as far as you knew there weren’t any broken bones.
Your fingers lightly skimmed over the area testing his tolerance to pain. He was biting into his lower lip as his eyes followed the motion of your fingers. You focused on the area, trying to ignore it was Yoosung who you were going to heal and how he might react and leaned down next to him, your face only centimeters away from his injury. In a slow featherlike motion, you skimmed your lips over the skin of his shoulder. You continued until you got to his clavicle and continued to trail your lips up the length of his neck for good measure.
What he was thinking? You didn’t have a clue but you noted how the pulse on his neck was beating at a much more rapid pace than could be considered normal, how his body went as stiff as a board and how a familiar pink coated his neck and chest.
“Y-Y/N.” He finally managed to stutter out, his voice coming out in a breathy whisper. “W-what are you doing?”
You paused between kisses not looking up at him. “I’m-” Kiss. “Healing-” Kiss. “You.” Kiss. “Do you want me to-” Kiss. “Stop?”
“I-Is that really going to work?”
“A kiss of a mermaid has the property to heal, though only if she wills it.” You replied, placing another kiss on the crook of his neck.
Your warm breath tickled his neck as you spoke to him, should he be feeling this way? He felt guilty for all the thoughts he was attempting to fend off from entering his mind. He’d never been like this with someone else and he was afraid his body would react against his will… Honestly, he didn’t want you to stop for more reasons beyond that of the healing properties your kisses would bring. A part of him felt guilty once again, he was enjoying this much more than you probably intended him to but everything about this situation felt like it was straight out of a poet’s sonnet dedicated to his lover. The atmosphere between the two of you had already changed so many times in only a matter of minutes but now? As guilty as he felt he didn’t want you to stop. Your lips hovered over the area in his chest close to his shoulder and slowly left only the sensation of your warmth.
Slowly you sat back up, you looked off to the ocean ahead.
“I think that should do it, it won't magically heal you overnight… for now, it’ll make the pain more bearable and eventually speed up the healing process.”
“I didn’t know sirens could heal like that.”
“No one does.” You sighed out trying to play off your flustered feelings. “Siren’s are considered naturally mistrustful and deceitful creatures, they don’t fall in love and they would only appear before humans when they needed to feed… it was never heard of for a siren to come to care about anyone or thing outside its pack, much less so fall in love... so legend has it that a siren’s kiss can heal because when they do kiss someone, someone they truly care for it’s an honest act of love and trust.” You gulped down the lump in your throat and pulled your tail up to your chest, your arms firmly wrapped around it. Your eyes refusing to look up at him, they only kept following the small waves that washed up upon the shore before his feet… for some reason, your face felt hot and you didn’t want to look up at him.
“Y/N….” You felt his hand tenderly rest on the side of your shoulder. Very lightly he turned you to face him; his eyes studied yours and as he did the atmosphere shifted once more, there was tension a very familiar one you had come to discover by his side. His eyes flickered down to your lips and you mimicked his eyes, but you had to stop yourself, it’d be wrong to play with him like this especially when he was leaving the very next morning. Why leave him feeling confused and conflicted? You couldn’t.
It was at that moment that you realized that nothing was as simple as you wish it could be, the both of you were just from two completely different worlds… and to hope to follow were the lead was to go against your very nature, you were no land walker, no human, no one apt to stand by his side. You were a creature of the sea and to the sea, you belonged, that was all there was to it and for that fact alone you were to let him go…   
“W-We…. We should get going.” You spoke up breaking the silence and the very little space between the both of you. “Your friends are probably crazy worried about you.” You turned away from him scooting back down into the ocean water. “I know it’s probably freezing cold in there but if you hold on tightly I’ll get you back to the port’s docks before you have the chance to get pruney.”
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A/N: Sorry for the long wait, but here is another part of this story. Thank you for the previous love that you shared for the last part, I hope you enjoy this one too.
Pairing: BTS Park Jimin (alternate universe) x Reader
Word count : 994
Warnings: mentions of virginity checks, Jimin is not your typical boy here, he is the king of Fae lands, so beware, and a bit of swearing
Description: Y/A/N - stands for your ancestors name, since Jimin doesn’t know you are a distant relative, but he wants to make sure you can indeed be his wife and asks for a check of... read on to find out.
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-E-e-excuse me? – you stood there surprised. How on Earth he can ask you to do such a thing!?
-Take. Off. Your. Clothes. Do I really need to repeat myself?
You looked at him stunned, your mouth hanging open. You didn’t really have much clothes on anyway, since you were about to dress up, but wanted to run away.
-I am not going to do that… - you sat back down on the bed. Jimin balled his fists to his sides.
-And yet here I was, trying to be nice, - Jimin whispered, - I have been so good to you. I let you have one of the nicest rooms I have, I assigned you a maid, I stopped your punishment… I did it all for you. But you never listen. You already trapped me once, did you know how much power I used to get out?
He was starting to get properly angry. You were not obedient, how he expected you to be.
-Don’t make me do this…! – he turned around to see your face. He slowly brought his hand up and twisted it, chanting something. In a matter of seconds, you were up against the wall, something pressing on your throat, someone choking you. Your eyes watered from the pain.
-YOU WILL DO WHAT I SAY AND WHEN I WANT SOMETHING YOU WILL DO IT!!! – Jimin shouted and all you could do was nod. – I will give you ONLY one chance to apologize to me, and you won’t like it if I don’t. IS THAT CLEAR???
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Again, you nodded. His power scared you to the bone, giving you chills over and over again. He let go of you, and you fell to the floor, choking and sobbing. The same time Jimin was feeling like he got you off too easy. Like you deserved more of punishing, like he wanted all those years. What he thought he will do to you, when he get’s out of that cave, you would wish you never had been born.
-I am sorry, - you whispered crying, - I never meant to disobey you.
But that’s what happen, when you take people against their will, you thought to yourself.
Jimin was not satisfied.
You were against the wall again. It wasn’t even five seconds, and you got in shit again. You were terrified of what’s going to happen. No. no. no.
The underwear you wore was slowly coming down your legs, your top pulled apart by his magic, your breasts falling free, and Jimin’s hungry gaze when he looked at you. He walked over to you, straight away touching your nipple and giving it a tweak, between his fingers.
-So responsive, - he smiled when it got hard under his touch, and he tilted his head to the side, - Dacia, come in, I need you.
Jimin said, the doors opened, and the maid walked back in. She was just behind the door, like a good maid should be.
-Yes, Master, - Dacia bowed.
-Tell me, how to check if a girl is a virgin, - he asked and clicked his tongue.
-Master? – Dacia asked again.
-Go on, tell me…
-Well, if a girl is virgin, she has her hymen intact. When first having sex with someone it’s teared apart, sometimes there is blood and it could be painful.
You wanted to scream on top of your lungs, that there are a lot of people who don’t have anything like that. It’s a myth, the same as being a virgin in general in nowadays seems impossible. Dacia’s cheeks reddened. You were not comfortable either.
-So if I want to check…? – Jimin smirked.
-Technically it is impossible to be hundred percent sure, but you can feel it when … - Jimin shushed her and walked even closer to your trembling body. You felt like you were going to be sick.
The snap of his fingers made your legs spread apart and Jimin licked his lips. He pushed two fingers in his mouth to lubricate, you nearly forgot how to breathe. This was ridiculous. He is not going to do that, is he?
A moment later, his fingers disappeared to the hairy tringle between your legs and then you felt it.
Oh god, help me, you thought to yourself.
His fingers went past your labia, sliding down to your entrance, and two fingers tried to sneak past the tightness. Your throat went dry, a bubble forming in it. His fingers went deeper. This was beyond inappropriate. Then they stopped. Jimin looked up at you.
-Oh well, seems like you are indeed a virgin, - but he still had his fingers deep in your vagina, - perfect. If you must know, to get married to a royal in Fae lands, a girl must be pure and have no scars on her body.
Scars?
You had several small ones, but one…
-Master…? – Dacia interrupted.
-Yes, what is it?
-Miss Y/A/N has a scar on her back, - you stiffened. Did it mean you will be able to go home? If what Jimin said was true, he cannot marry you if you have a scar.
-WHAT?!
He nearly screamed on top of his lungs. The bubble in your throat became a bigger. You were against the wall, this time your belly pressing to it. The same wet fingers tracing your scar. How did he not notice when he first beat you on that chair? You wanted to kick him and scream back in his face. Asshole.
Truth to be told, you were always ashamed of the scar and tried to cover it with jumpers and shirts, even when going for a swim, you wore a one-piece swimsuit. Your mom had told you millions of times, that you were born with this scar, and that there is nothing wrong with you.
Jimin’s fingers kept touching it, as if he knew where it came from, and he spoke.
-You are not Y/A/N, are you?
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Loki Imagine - Ready, Set, Past! [PART 1]
[PART 1] [PART 2]
WARNING: Infinity War Spoilers, character death, angst (I promise you, I’m not as evil as Marvel)
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Your P.O.V.
‘‘I assure you, brother, the sun will shine on us again” Loki’s fragile yet sure voice said, filling our hearts with a little bit of hope. It’s like Loki had a plan to get us all away from this havoc and destruction, this ship that was full of death. Then Loki looked at me, his gaze making my weak and wounded body feel a bit better. He made me forget about the worst. Then I noticed his tears, threatening to spill any second now. Suddenly, I got a really bad feeling.
‘‘Loki-’‘ I breathed out his name but I was interrupted by harsh coughs that felt like they were ripping my throat apart.
I had barely any strength left in my body. Being stuck under someone’s spell didn’t help much either. I literally couldn’t move my body which made me feel so damn useless.
"I love you Y/N’’ Loki added, almost sobbing as he spoke. My gut twisted and for some reason, I just knew he’d do something dumb. I opened my mouth to return the deep and meaningful words but someone put a mouth gag to me, similar to the one Thor had. My heart began to hammer in my chest as I tried to wiggle myself free from this. It was impossible! Loki’s heart broke as he saw me like this, his expression revealed it all.
I just watched as Loki walked up to Thanos, hands behind his back as he did so. Seeing them so close had me really concerned. That monstrous man was truly evil. Loki had told me about him years ago and I learned what kind of sick and twisted torture he had put Loki through. Now we all knew what he was capable of, which was beyond frightening. He and his ‘children’ had destroyed this ship, killed off the Asgardians and Heimdall too. Now I feared for the rest of us too. And for Loki, it didn’t look too good. What the hell was he doing?
“I, Loki, Prince of Asgard” Loki sighed and glanced at his brother again. “Odinson” I heard him add. His voice was so sincere, so unlike the Loki we saw a while ago. He was showing his true emotions as if he sensed the worst was ahead of him. As his wife, I knew better than this. I gritted my teeth together and once again attempted to break free - only to fail miserably. I had to stop Loki from getting himself killed! I couldn’t watch that. I couldn’t imagine life without him.
“The rightful king of Jotunheim, God of Mischief... Do hereby pledge to you, my undying fidelity” Loki offered Thanos a helping hand but we all saw past that. Perhaps it was all a play but something about Loki’s words were mysterious. It felt like he knew exactly what he was doing like he had a solid plan. Then I noticed the sheer glimmer of his magic as he created a dagger. He was squeezing it so hard that his knuckles turned white. That’s how scared he was and it was painful to see.
Then the worst did, in fact, happen. Loki moved fast but not quite fast enough. He tried to stab Thanos, aiming for his head, but he was stopped. Thanos used the power of the infinity stones to stop Loki’s desperate attempt. He was trapped.
I yerked myself forward, trying to break free from this vicious spell so I could help him, but to no avail.
‘’No..’’ I whimpered, my voice muffled because of the metal that covered my mouth.
‘’Undying? You should choose your words more carefully..’’ Thanos muttered disappointedly and used his other hand to grab Loki by the neck. The dagger fell on the ground and Loki’s feet let go of it so they were up in the air. He kicked and writhed in a panic, trying to free himself from the grip of the very man who has ruined his life once before.
I could genuinely feel how my heart sank to the bottom of my stomach. My eyes widened in shock and pure terror. Thor and I were both trapped, forced to watch Loki struggling to breathe! ‘’L-Loki..’’ I cried now, not caring about the fact I was crying. No words could describe how rotten I felt as I didn’t do anything at all. I was just watching from the side as Loki was choking to death. I knew it didn’t actually take that much time, especially since I was the Goddess of time, but it felt like an eternity. None of my titles were useful now. I was waste, watching my life dying before me.
This was sick! It was so unfair!
His skin changed color, earning a lilac hue from the lack of oxygen. I saw cracked veins in Loki’s beautiful, now sorrowful jade eyes. Then I heard him pushing out his last words. ‘’You..will never..be a..god’’ Loki used his silver tongue, not showing his weakness nor fear at his last moment. He showed his hatred for Thanos, using words that definitely pissed off the titan. It did because I heard a cracking sound that sent shivers down my spine. It was disgusting! That was definitely Loki’s bones. A loud sob left my mouth and Loki’s body fell on the ground. Thanos has no respect nor mercy for what he did. It’s like he squished a bug. But Loki was way more than that! The hot tears blurred my vision and my entire body was trembling.
I couldn’t breathe!
He just lied there! Loki’s eyes had turned glass-like and he stared into emptiness. Now he saw beyond what I and any other living creature could see. He joined his warrior ancestors who too had died a brave death. Loki was with Frigga and they could gaze upon the never-setting sun that lit up the golden halls of Valhalla. He was safe. 
He didn’t move. He didn’t breathe. I didn’t even sense a heartbeat! All that I noticed was a trail of blood running down along his face.
Just like that, Thanos and his crew left, making sure to wreck the ship before doing so. Both Thor and I broke free but now it was too late. I fell face-first on the ground but I didn’t waste a second as I crawled to Loki. As I reached his limp body, I collapsed on top of his chest. ‘’No..Loki..wake up’’ I coughed sadly, trying to hit his chest in hopes of resurrecting him. I got nothing.
‘‘Brother’‘ Thor’s voice was heartbreaking. He too was devastated. We just looked at each other, both upset and beyond broken from our loss. We didn’t need words to understand each other. Both Thor and I had loved Loki and losing him was harder than we thought possible. It didn’t feel real!
So I intertwined my fingers with Loki´s, holding onto his cold hand for dear life. My head rested on his chest and I cried and cried, quite uncontrollably. My cheek was pressed against the golden armor of his leather suit. Even that was cold but I didn’t care. Nothing could ever fix my heart after this. ‘’You..s-shouldn’t..have..have done that...Loki’’ I coughed some words. I knew Loki couldn’t hear me. He was gone!
Loki was dead.
And I had just watched it happen.
The guilt was eating me alive. No matter how hard I tried to get closer to him, no matter how hard I tried to take in his scent of his cologne and the leather of his clothes one last time, nothing eased the horrible, heart-shattering pain.
Nothing.
Then the last of this wrecked ship got destroyed. I felt how everything began to tremble wildly and the next thing I knew, a hot flash blew me away. A huge explosion finished what Thanos had started and everything I knew turned dark. Oh, how I wished I had died so I could be with the love of my life forever. I didn’t want to carry on without him.
“Wake!” A rather sweet voice brought me back to reality. My eyes opened slowly and the first thing I noticed was the pair of black eyes above me. I didn’t recognize the face of this strange woman. She had black hair, antlers, and an overall a curious look on her face. ‘‘What the hell?’‘ I whispered and hurried to sit up. I was on a table of some sort. Then I saw a window, revealing to me where I was.
I was in a spaceship.
It’s like lighting struck me. All the awful memories of what had happened crashed my mind and sucked away my hope, replacing it with devastation that felt like hot lava inside my body. Loki was gone.
‘‘I am Groot’‘ A very odd voice caught my attention. It had been a very long time since I heard someone speaking Groot the last time. Although I was ready to jump out that window, I didn’t. I saw a tree in front of me with some sort of a game in his hand. ‘‘I am Groot’‘ He asked me of my name. Then a raccoon joined his side. ‘‘Sorry, that’s all he says-’‘ the raccoon tried to explain things but I simply cut him off.
‘‘I’m Y/N, Goddess of Time, order and all that bullshit’‘ I told them who I was with such a blunt voice it was just sad. For an Asgardian, I was very dull. Right now, I couldn’t find the will to present myself nicely. Not like this, after everything that happened. The woman with antlers pouted at me. 
‘‘You are sad’‘ She noticed the elephant in the room. Of course, I was sad! A part of me wanted to yell at her but I knew she wasn’t the bad guy. Well, I had no idea who these people were. One of them was green, one of them was just a huge muscle and the last one had a red jacket and a very human appearance to him.
‘‘Where’s Thor?’‘ I asked them, remembering the last Asgardian I had seen alive. Unless he had died in the explosion. I didn’t even want to think about it. 
‘‘That big muscly guy over there?’‘ The man in a red jacket asked me, pointing towards Thor’s body. He was asleep as well, looking peaceful. As I saw him, my heart clenched. Soon he would wake up too and remember all the terrible things that had happened. He would remember Loki. Just as I thought about him, fresh tears rolled down my face. I couldn’t disguise them. It was just too hard. I lost my other half, my soulmate, my everything. It’s like Thanos had cut me in half and burnt the other part away.
‘‘Let him sleep a bit longer, okay?’‘ I requested them quietly. Seeing Thor awake would be horrible. He was always so happy. Seeing Thor sad was just going to make this more real. 
‘‘Mind telling us what happened?’‘ The Raccoon asked me and jumped on the table, crossing his arms now as he waited for an answer. I just stared at him coldly, trying to find the words to tell them about what I lived through. It felt so unfair that I survived but so many died. Asgard was gone. 
‘‘Thanos’‘ I managed to say one word only. Then a sob followed so I covered my mouth with both hands.
This was too difficult to deal with.
All of a sudden, the green lady stepped forward. She sat down beside me and took a deep breath. ‘’He did that to your ship, didn’t he?’’ She sighed quietly. I just nodded, unaware of how she knew of Thanos. But she did and I hoped they could help Thor and me. We could bring an end to this madness. ‘’I’m Gamora’’ She introduced herself to me. That’s when I dared to face her. There was something familiar about her but right now, I wasn’t in a good enough state to think. My brain wasn’t working well. It’s like one moment was stuck on replay in my head.
‘‘You were holding onto this when we found you. Is it important?’‘ The antler girl handed me something. She was holding a folded, green cape in her hands. Loki’s cape.
‘‘Oh my God,’‘ I whimpered and took it from her hand immediately. The silky material was the only thing left of him that I had. It took me no time to unfold it and something fell out. I heard the object hitting the floor but it didn’t make a huge noise. So I looked down and the golden chest piece from his leather clothes. So of course, I picked that up as well before hugging his cape. ‘‘Loki’‘ I sobbed as I noticed his scent was still attached to it. I didn’t care that these people saw my broken state. I would hug this cape and look like a lunatic, I didn’t mind. ‘‘Thank you’‘ I whispered quickly before trying to take a deep breath. It wasn’t much but it was better than nothing. I’d hold onto this cape like it was my baby. It was the most precious thing I owned now. To make things fair, I’d give Thor the chest piece. I had a feeling he wouldn’t complain.
‘‘There’s only two of you here, the other guy is Thor..oof, is Loki dead?’‘ The big guy asked me. I didn’t lift my gaze but I heard someone slapping him and he muttered a small ‘ow’. 
‘‘Drax, are you kidding me?’‘ The red jacket man whisper-yelled. 
‘‘I’m sorry about them. That’s Drax, he’s Peter, this is Groot, Rocket, she’s Mantis’‘ Gamora told me all of their names. She seemed to understand my pain. ‘‘We heard your call but it was too late, we’re sorry’‘ She was quick to apologize as well. 
‘‘Why should you be sorry?’‘ I asked her, clearing my throat to find my voice again. I had cried and screamed so much that my voice had gotten hoarse.
Before Gamora could reply, Mantis woke Thor up. I stood up and looked at Thor who jumped off the table and tried to grab a weapon. Luckily, he didn’t get one. Thor noticed me and he froze. At first, I saw his confusion. Thor noticed the cape I was holding onto and then I saw the pain in his expression. He remembered too. ‘’Who the hell are these guys?’’ Thor asked out loud, probably expecting an answer from me but clearly, I wouldn’t be the one to answer it. Although I knew their names, I knew nothing more of them. For all that I knew, they could be bad although they did save Thor and me.
“We are the guardians of the galaxy”
                                      Somehow, Thor managed to calm down enough to listen to these people. We learned that Gamora was Thanos’ daughter but it was complicated. She was apparently the opposite of the titan. Thor and I didn’t really have a choice. We had to be here until someone came up with a plan. For now, we got some food so we could restore our energy. Although we hadn’t spoken of it yet, we were both thinking about one thing. The tremendous loss that we carried.
“Y/N?’‘ Thor called out my name. He sat on my opposite and I saw his feet because I was staring at the floor, too tired to lift my gaze. 
‘‘Yes?’‘ I sighed, taking a sip of my drink as I waited to hear what he had to say. 
‘‘Can you..see the future? How this will turn out?” Thor wanted to know. He sounded a bit careful, which was unlike him. That’s when I faced the king of Asgard, which could very well mean he was my king only. The realization was just terrible. I looked deep into his eye, almost grudging at the thought of letting him down.
“I haven’t seen anything of the future. Not since..since..” The rest of that sentence was left unspoken. I couldn’t bring myself to say Loki was dead. I just couldn’t. “All I can see is the past’‘ I whispered deeply but it was also the truth. It seemed like my powers forbid me of seeing the future anymore. Perhaps it was a sign? I had no future? Or I had to dive into the past. 
Thor narrowed his one eye and seemed to truly think about what I said. That’s when the raccoon that Thor had called a rabbit decided to join us. ‘‘So, you got a plan?’‘ Rocket wanted to know. He seemed to like Thor quite a bit which was kind of cute.
“I need a hammer” Thor declared surely. Of course, he needed a hammer. “I have a plan” Thor then continued and I swear, I could almost see a lightbulb above his head. 
‘‘Please, let me hear it’‘ I was all ears. If we could stop Thanos, I would do anything. Nothing could stop me for I had nothing to lose. I just watched as Thor got up on his feet and searched the small spaceship. 
‘‘I’m getting my hammer’‘ He started as he walked over to what seemed like their pod. Did he seriously plan on just taking it? Well, of course, it was Thor.
“What are you doing?’‘ One of them asked Thor. 
“Taking your pod” Thor was very honest about what he was doing. All I could do was stare at him in disbelief. It was so damn typical of him. I could almost hear Loki’s fake-disappointed sigh but of course, he wasn’t here. Goosebumps covered my skin and my pain came crashing back. It felt like Loki stood right beside me. The feeling was so real, so true that I didn’t want to look. Maybe I was mad but I could just imagine he was there for now. It was better than the truth.
“Y/N. Come on. Let’s go to Nivadellir” Thor revealed his master plan to me. At first, I was unsure but as I remembered that he got his hammer from there, it didn’t sound too crazy anymore. But first, we’d have to convince these people to give us their pod. Anything to stop Thanos, right?
                       Turned out we got company. It was easier than I thought to get going but here we were, flying around space in a pod with a tree and a talking raccoon. I just hoped Thor’s plan would work out. Since I wasn’t capable of using my powers fully after everything, I couldn’t even look in the future to see if it was a good idea. I wondered exactly how weak I had gotten. It’s like losing Loki drained me from everything.
“I promise you, my love, I’ll do the right thing. For you” I whispered quietly as I looked at the window. The stars were beautiful, scattered all across the universe around us. Everything seemed so peaceful from here but there was a story wherever I looked. Loki too was somewhere out there. And my soul was longing for him like the thirsty longed for water.
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[PART 2]
Author’s Note: Okay I know this is off to a sad start but please have some faith in it. Thoughts so far? I’m trying to base this on a few theories I have. Of course, it won’t be exactly like the theories but well..you’ll see
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DDADDS SPOILERS
I found the cult ending thing in the game files but it was all jubled and in the wrong order so i did my best to transcribe it (also i accidentally deleted half of this post the first time I wrote this and i am  d y i n g)
Yaaaaaaaaaaaawn. What time is it? Must have been asleep for ages. I wonder what will happen now that Mary is gone? What about Josephs kids? And how will Amanda feel about all this? ...Well, we all have each other. That's what matters. I guess time will tell, right? Better get up and greet the day. Wait. I...am I tied up?! What the hell?! How did I get here? What's going on?! Joseph? Anybody? Don't panic. You're probably just dreaming. Why would there be a... ...a dungeon. An evil dungeon. Why would there be an evil dungeon here? This can't be real. Maybe I had too much Twilight Rouge. I'm...dreaming, or something.
‘’Oh I can guarantee this is real’’
I can see someone at the end of the hall. It's just a shape, I can barely make out any features. ‘’Who's there? Can you untie me?’’
It's a personal guarantee. A verbal handshake. Trust, if that's what you get off on. (no idea what this is referring to, sorry)
‘’Please, I-I don't know how I got here. I think there's been a mistake. You trust me right? I mean, why wouldn't you?’’ Joseph? Jesus, what is this? Are you into this kind of thing? I wish you would've warned me.’’ ‘’Into this kind of-? Hah! Ha ha! I always liked you, (first name). Goal oriented, anchored by family. The rock in a shallow sea. And down to pound, if you catch my meaning. I had a whale of a time last night. Get it? Whale? We talked extensively about whales last night? You don't really like them? ... You're not in a joking mood. I get that.’’ His voice is different. This whole situation is different. The way he's talking-it's- Dastardly? Sadistic? It can't be both. Throw another one in there. Wrathful. That one's good. Wait-How did he-? ‘’I'm very perceptive. A good listener. I heard all those impure thoughts, (first name), and about a married man, no less. I'm pretty sure that's a sin. ‘’Who are you?’’ ‘’I told you, I'm a cool youth minister. Have you seen my tattoos? Were you even watching me tear it up on the dance floor? You used to be a lot more fun. Well, hi. My name is Joseph. I have an alcoholic whore wife, whose life I destroyed.’’ Poor mary-And their kids- Joseph laughs. ‘’My kids? Those aren't my kids. Well they are my kids. In a way. Cosmically. I guess you could call them my vessels. And in that case I guess that technically makes me not a Dad. Woops. Sorry to kill that little fantasy for you.’’ ‘’Joseph, this is insane. So the whole minister thing...that's just a front for this weird sex dun-’’ Joseph starts laughing hysterically. He wipes a tear from his eye. ‘’Oh, that's so cute. You think this is a sex thing. I mean, it's kind of a sex thing. The safe word is Jimmy Buffet. (first name), there are powers at work so far beyond your understanding that the very idea that I would sink to some half-baked sex game is a little insulting. All that religion mumbo-jumbo wasn't entirely false. I am a man of the cloth, just not the cloth you're thinking of. I am the conduit for something beautiful (first name). Something pure. And you have the honor of being part of it. I know that sounds kinda hokey but stick with me, I promise I'll get back to being relatably cool in a second. Where you really are is under the house. Or I guess, under the houses.’’ ‘’The houses? Are we-under the cul-de-sac?’’ ‘’Hey, deductive reasoning! Points for (first name)!’’ ‘’How did nobody notice a dungeon underneath the town? Sombody would have had to.’’ ‘’All dead. Everyone who figured it out, that is. And it's not a dungeon. Dungeons are for old castles and twelve year olds. This place is-how would I describe it? Inhabiting many spaces. The betweens of the world. The gaps in mathematics. It's quite simply beyond you, I'm afraid. Just think of it as the real Margarita Zone.’’ This is too much-my head hurts. ‘’(first name), ever wonder where all the wives and husbands in town went? Why everyones an eligible single father?’’ ‘’...I thought it was a coincidence.’’ ‘’Nothings a coincidence, idiot. No town in America has such a concentration of eligible, willing Dads. And do you want to know why.’’ ‘’I don't know if I do, Joseph.’’ ‘’Because of me. Because of my work. Because of my loyalty.’’ ‘’Loyalty? You're insane.’’ ‘’Profoundly.’’ ‘’How many couples have I pushed to divorce? How many wives and husbands have I hunted in the dark?’’ ‘’Wait-Amandas mom/dad-Cora/Alex-it can't be!’’ ‘’I unfortunately can't take credit for that one. It seems entropy beat me to the punch.’’ I don't know if that's a relief or not. ‘’But man, what if I had? The look on your face would've been priceless. Maple Bay is a psychic beacon of unfathomable power, but it requires sacrifice. It needs to feed on those deep, unquenchable pangs of anguish. And all to get these very good friends of ours here, in my town, and my father's town, and his father before him. Hurting for human touch. Praying for the salvation of kindness.’’ ‘’I don't understand.’’ ‘’Of course you don't. You were out there gallivanting about, seducing all the hottest single Dads. Messling in something you have no understanding of. A greatness you could not concieve. Out there, in the dark of the sea, lies something that has been waiting to return for a hundred milion years. It showed the path to Jonah, my ancient ancestor, as it has shown the path to me. And I will fuck each Dad whose life I destroy until the shame and stink of their failures has returned our eternal king to life. The fuel of a hundred thousand rank darknesses of the soul.’’ Wow. ‘’Do you have anything you'd like to say?’’
‘’I'll kill you if it's the last thing I do.’’ ‘’What about Amanda?’’ (I think you can choose between those two?)
‘’Just kidding! You don't get to choose. I know you're used to being in control here. But now it's my turn. and don't worry yourself about Amanda.’’ ‘’If you touch her-’’ ‘’Please, (first name), give me some credit. Look at my pedigree. If I do my job, I won't even have to. Now you'll excuse me, there's some other buisness I need to attend to. Your dear friend Robert has been awfully worried about you. I think it's about time that miserable drunk gets one last visit from the Dover Ghost.’’ This is a nightmare. ‘’A beautiful nightmare, wouldn't you agree? All along you've been living a dream, Daddy. Now it's time to wake up.’’ Oh man. This is bad. This is very bad. How long was I out? When is he coming back? How do I get out of here? A hand slips over my mouth. ‘’Don't say anything. Hell, don't even think anything. It's okay, (first name). It's me. Mary I'm gonna get you out of here.’’ She kneels down and starts working on the ropes around my ankles. ‘’I gotta be honest, I didn't like you at first.’’ ‘’I guess I did try to break up your marr-’’ ‘’Shh! Shut up for once. Look, truth is I feel sorry for you. I feel sorry for the both of us. I don't think you're a bad person, despite what you might think of me. I don't want it to end like this. Not again.’’ I raise my eyebrows at her. ‘’Come on. Who do you think lived in that house before you?’’ I- ‘’Don't think about it. Not right now. He's coming. Run kid.’’ Mary finishes untying me and disappears. I have to get out of here. I get out of the chair and run as fast as I can down the hallway outside of my holding cell. Eventually I run out of breath. I can't keep sprinting. Not with these Dad knees. I check myself. All I have are the clothes on my back and-this thing in my pocket. The pocket knife that Robert gave me. If I have to defend myself, this is all I have. Looking ahead of me, I can't see the end of the hallway. It bends further up there. I look back and can't even see where I started. I guess the only thing I can do is keep going and hope there's a way out on the other end. If there is an other end. The hallway bends and twists. Sometimes it gets smaller, to the point where I have to crawl on my hands and knees to get through. sometimes it expands into a great cavern where I can't even see the ceiling. I see no way out other that to keep moving forward. I don't know how long I've been walking, but my body aches with soreness. I'm long past dehydration. My head is pounding. My vision is blurred. I lean up against the walls of the hallway for support. I'm not sure how I'm still going. And yet still here I am. I've been walking for what I think must be days. It could be weeks-months. The exhaustion has sunk into my bones. I drift in and out of consciousness. I think I've slept, if you can call it sleep. My dreams are plagues with nightmares of being chased down this hallway. I see Josephs kids. They hide in the shadows. They're coming to drag me back to Joseph. Oh god, Joseph. I can see his face so clearly in those dreams. I don't know why I keep moving, why I keep placing foot in front of the other. My clothes are tattered and my shoes have worn through. My hell is inescapable. Until... It's-a door. A door at the end of the hallway. I place my hand on the know, seeing for the first time my gnarled fingernails and stretched, papery skin. I open the door and walk through. ...I'm in my house?! How did that-? Amanda rushes into the room, wrapping her arms around me in a ferocious bear hug. ‘’Where have you been!? Are you okay? I tried calling you like thirty times!’’ ‘’A...Amanda?’’ ‘’What happened? Did the boat break down or something?’’ ‘’Oh-I-um-’’ ‘’You know what? I'm just glad you're home.’’ I look down at myself and my clothes. They're-there. My shoes are on. My fingernails aren't gnarled. I feel fine. I hug Amanda again. Nothing has ever felt as good in my entire life. I have to choke back tears of relief. ‘’Amanda-I'm-so glad to see you. You have no idea.’’ ‘’Wow, one night at sea.’’ ‘’You didn't see a whale, did you? You poor thing.’’ No whale could keep me from my daughter. ‘’You're damn right. ‘’You know what? You need breakfast. A very greasy breakfast.’’ ‘’That sounds amazing.’’ Amanda skips out of the room. This is all so confusing-was it a dream? ‘’By the way, is it okay if Emma P. comes over tonight?’’ ‘’Emma P.?’’ ‘’You know, my best friend?’’ ‘’Oh, sure. Wait-I thought-isn't Emma R. your best friend? She has red hair? You do art together? You pooped in her bed doring that sleepover one time?’’ ‘’Oh right, my mistake. Teenager brain, you know?’’ I sit down on the couch, suddenly very exhausted. All I want is to have a big plate of hashbrowns with my daughter by my side while I quietly work on my word jumbles. I reach over to the coffee table and grab my trusty book of jumbles. This is-this is a crossword puzzle. I stare at it for too long. ‘’Hey Amanda?’’ Amanda pops her head in from the kitchen. ‘’Working hard on these eggs, Dadtron. If you want the perfect over-medium I gotta be in the zone.’’ ‘’When's your birthday?’’ ‘’Why, did you get me something?’’ ‘’No, seriously. When's your birthday.’’ ‘’My birthday? Dad, really? Do I have to answer this?’’ ‘’I have seen a lot of weird stuff today, Amanda. Humor me.’’ ‘’My birthday is- It's- Nothing get's past you, huh? You know, I almost had you going there for a sec. Was it the crossword puzzle that gave it away? You know, I try so hard to nail the details. Like, cooking you breakfast? Over-medium eggs with hash browns? Come on. That's so you.’’ ‘’....’’ ‘’And my Amanda impression? I really think I stuck the landing on her irreverent yet wholesome tone. The whole ''manic pixie dream daughter'' thing? I should've been on Broadway with these chops. I feel like you're not appreciating how much work I've put in here.’’ Amanda turns ash black, her clothes, har and bracelets collapsing into concentric rings of pitch-dark smoke. Cracks begin to form along the walls around me. I look down and see the floor collapsing in tiles. As the walls crumble, I see where I truly am. ‘’Almost got away, huh?’’ ‘’Dunno how you got out of those ropes. You're a crafty one, aren't you?’’ ‘’Mary.’’ ‘’Oh right! Mary! She's rocking the tag team with you, isn't she? Funny, here I was thinking marriage was about trust. You know I thought I was gonna take care of Robert, and then here you were trying to make your escape and honestly (first name) you're just killing my whole timeline here.’’ Wait-Robert. As quickly as I can, I pull his folding knife out of my pocket, and lunge for Joseph, throwing all my force into him. Joseph knocks the knife out of my hand. It skitters across the room. Aw, man. ‘’(first name), I thought we were cool. I thought we had a thing here. What happened to Margarita Zone? Welp, sorry bud, but I guess I'm gonna have to do ya dirty. Doing dirty means I have to kill you.’’ Joseph wraps his hands around my neck, smiling as he tightens his grip. ‘’What's wrong? You were to into this last night.’’ I have no strength left to fight him. This is it. Isn't it? The world goes quiet around me. All I can think about is Amanda. I miss her so much. I'm sorry Amanda. I love you more than anything. Please be good.
Josephs eyes go wide. He releases his grip on me and I gasp in air. He turns around. It's over, Joseph. ‘’Honey, sweetie, you-you stabbed me.’’ ‘’You stole so much of my life from me.’’ Joseph backs away from Mary, clutching the wound on his shoulder. ‘’Sweetheart-we can work this out.’’ ‘’I'm done with you.’’ ‘’Father?’’ Chris peeks into the doorway behind Mary. He looks different. Behind him are Christian, Christie, and Crish, who all creep into the room. ‘’Father-we're so hungry. Won't you feed us father?’’ Mary turns to me and holds out a hand. ‘’Hey, sailor. It's time to go.’’ The children corner Joseph as I crawl to Mary, who pulls me into the hallway. I look back into the room at the horror I had escaped. I-it's- The more I look at it, the more it seems to break my mind. I turn away, my head pounding. ‘’This body is but a conduit, Mary! I'll see you in your nightmares!’’ What the hell? My eyes open and I shoot up in bed, gasping for air. ‘’Dad!’’ Amanda leaps off of the chair in my room and attacks me with a hug. ‘’Amanda!’’ This is the best hug of my life. ‘’I was so worried about you!’’ ‘’I'm so happy to see her again!’’ Wait. ‘’Amanda-whens your birthday?’’ ‘’Dad, did you forget again? It's March 22nd. You got me a record player and we ate ice cream cale at the beach? But then I dropped the ice cream cake and got sand all over it?Remember?’’
I-I remember that. ‘’Panda I missed you so much. What-what happened?’’ ‘’You don't remember? The yacht sank. The rescue crews had to pull you out of the water. That was a few days ago.’’ ‘’Where's Joseph?’’ ‘’They found something in the Yacht wreckage. Some documents that showed he was embezzling funds from the church. Nobody's seen him since. There's a detective here who's been waiting to talk to you. He's nice but he's drinking all of our coffee. Lemme go grab him.’’ ‘’Wait-’’ ‘’Yeah?’’ ‘’Amanda, I love you so much.’’ ‘’I love you too, Dad.’’ Amanda skips out of the room, and in a moment Mary enters with- ...the guy I saw in the hallway. ‘’Rise and shine, bucko.’’ ‘’Mary-are you okay?’’ ‘’You know it was a real shame what happened to Joseph. I had no idea he was doing what he was doing to the church. And I can't believe he ran once the feds showed up, leaving me to take care of our four beautiful children on my own. But don't worry, they're staying with my parents out in the midwest til this all blows over.’’ Mary stares at me, waiting for me to say something. ‘’Good answer.’’ ‘’Glad to see you've both got your story straight.’’ ‘’I'm happy you're okay. I was worried about you.’’ ‘’Thanks, Mary.’’ Mary cracks a smile before turning and leaving my room. ‘’Take it sleazy, fellas.’’ ‘’Once the door closes, the man pulls up a chair and sits next to my bed. You don't know me, but I know a lot about you, (first name). Been keeping tabs on you for a while.’’ ‘’Who are you?’’ ‘’Graves. Detective Saul Graves. There's strange and mysterious forces at work here in Maple Bay. What you saw down there-what we both saw down there-I don't know if I'll ever be able to forget it. And I get the feeling that you wont be able to, either. But it's my job to get to the bottom of this.’’ ‘’So what does that mean for me?’’ ‘’It means to live your life like none of this ever happened. Go be happy. Go raise your daughter. Go fall in love. Be well, (first name).’’ Saul walks to the door of my bedroom, but stops. He turns to me. ‘’And- I know it's hard to raise a kid as a single parent. Even I lost my wife under mysterious circumstances. Little Barry and I have been on our own for a while now, and if there's one thing I've learned through all of this, it's that us Dads have to help each other out. Get some rest. But if you're not doing anything later-maybe you give me a call.’’
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pippintully · 7 years
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Dream Daddy Cult Ending
Okay, so I’ve gone through Dream Daddy’s files, and have found the cult ending! I’m pretty sure you can’t actually get this ending, but I wanted to share it. I know I got frustrated trying to find it online.
CULT ENDING BELOW CUT
Player Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn. What time is it? Must have been asleep for ages. I wonder what will happen now that Mary is gone? What about Joseph’s kids?And how will Amanda feel about all this? ...Well, we all have each other. That’s what matters. I guess time will tell, right? Better get up and greet the day. ... Wait. Why am I tied up?! What the hell?! How did I get here? What’s going on?! Joseph? Anybody? Don’t panic. You’re probably just dreaming. Why would there be a... ...a dungeon. An evil dungeon. Why would there be an evil dungeon here? This can’t be real. Maybe I had too much Twilight Rouge. I’m... dreaming, or something.
??? Oh, I guarantee this is real.
I can see someone at the end of the hall. It’s just a shape… I can barely make out any features.
Player Who’s there? Can you untie me?
??? It’s a personal guarantee. A verbal handshake. Trust, if that’s what you get off on.
Player Please, I… I don’t know how I got here. I think there’s been a mistake.
??? You trust me, right? I mean, why wouldn’t you?
Player Joseph?! Jesus, what is this? Are you into this kind of thing? I wish you’d have warned me.
Joseph Into this kind of…? Hah! Ha ha! I always liked you, {$PlayerFirstName}. Goal oriented, anchored by family. The rock in a shallow sea. And down to pound, if you catch my meaning. I had a whale of a time last night. Get it? Whale? We talked extensively about whales last night? You don’t really like them? ... You’re not in a joking mood. I get that.
Player His voice is different. This whole situation is different. The way he’s talking… it’s…
Joseph Dastardly? Sadistic? It can be both. Throw another one in there. Wrathful. That one’s good.
Player Wait… How did he…?
Joseph I’m very perceptive. A good listener. I heard all those impure thoughts, {$PlayerFirstName}, and about a married man, no less. I’m pretty sure that’s a sin.
Player Who… are you?
Joseph I told you, I’m a cool youth minister. Have you seen my tattoos? Were you even watching me tear it up on the dance floor? … You used to be a lot more fun. Well, hi. My name is Joseph. I have an alcoholic whore wife, whose life I destroyed.
Player Poor Mary…. And their kids…
Joseph laughs.
Joseph My kids? Those aren’t my kids. Well, they are my kids. In a way. Cosmically. I guess you could call them… vessels. And in that case I guess that technically makes me not a Dad. Woops. Sorry to kill that little fantasy for you.
Player Joseph, this is insane. So the whole minister thing... that’s just a front for this weird sex dun-
Joseph starts laughing hysterically. He wipes a tear from his eye.
Joseph Oh, that’s so cute. You think this is a sex thing.
Player I mean, it’s kind of a sex thing. The safe word is “Jimmy Buffett.”
Joseph {$PlayerFirstName}, there are powers at work so far beyond your understanding that the very idea that I would sink to some half-baked sex game is a little insulting. All that religion mumbo-jumbo wasn’t entirely false. I am a man of the cloth, just not the cloth you’re thinking of. I am the conduit for something beautiful, {$PlayerFirstName}. Something pure. And you have the honor of being part of it. I know that sounds kinda hokey but stick with me. I promise I’ll get back to being relatably cool in a second. Where you really are is under the house. Or I guess, under the houses.
Player The houses…? Are we… under the cul-de-sac?
Joseph Hey, deductive reasoning! Points for {$PlayerFirstName}!
Player How did nobody notice a dungeon underneath the town? Somebody would have had to—
Joseph And it’s not a dungeon. Dungeons are for old castles and twelve year olds. This place is… how would I describe it? Inhabiting many spaces. The betweens of the world. The gaps in mathematics. It’s quite simply beyond you, I’m afraid. Just think of it as the real Margarita Zone.
Player This is too much… my head hurts…
Joseph {$PlayerFirstName}, ever wonder where all the wives and husbands in town went? Why everyone’s an eligible single father?
Player ...I just thought it was a coincidence.
Joseph Nothing’s a coincidence, idiot. No town in America has such a concentration of eligible, willing Dads. And do you want to know why?
Player I don’t know if I do, Joseph.
Joseph Because of me. Because of my work. Because of my loyalty.
Player Loyalty? You’re insane. Profoundly.
Joseph How many couples have I pushed to divorce? How many wives and husbands have I hunted in the dark?
Player Wait… Amanda’s mom… Cora… it can’t be…
Joseph I unfortunately can’t take credit for that one. It seems entropy beat me to the punch.
Player I don’t know if that’s a relief or not.
Joseph But man, what if I had? The look on your face would’ve been priceless. Maple Bay is a psychic beacon of unfathomable power, but it requires sacrifice. It needs to feed on those deep, unquenchable pangs of anguish. Out there, in the dark of the sea, lies something that has been waiting to return for a hundred million years. It showed the path to Jonah, my ancient ancestor, as it has shown the path to me. And I will fuck each Dad whose life I destroy until the shame and stink of their failures has returned our eternal king to life. The fuel of a hundred thousand rank darknesses of the soul.
Player Wow…
Joseph Do you have anything you’d like to say?
Player I’ll kill you if it’s the last thing I do.
Joseph What about Amanda? Just kidding! You don’t get to choose. I know you’re used to being in control here. But now it’s my turn. And don’t worry yourself about Amanda.
Player If you touch her…
Joseph Please, {$PlayerFirstName}, give me some credit. Look at my pedigree. Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s some other business I need to attend to. Your dear friend Robert has been awfully worried about you… I think it’s about time that miserable drunk gets one last visit from the Dover Ghost.
Player This is a nightmare.
Joseph A beautiful nightmare, wouldn’t you agree? All along you’ve been living a dream, Daddy. Now it’s time to wake
Player How long was I out? When is he coming back? How do I get out of here?
A hand slips over my mouth.
??? Don’t say anything. Hell, don’t even think anything.
Player ...?
Mary It’s okay, {$PlayerFirstName}. It’s me. I’m gonna get you out of here.
She kneels down and starts working on the ropes around my ankles.
Mary I gotta be honest, I didn’t like you at first.
Player I guess I did try to break up your marr—
Mary Shh! Shut up for once. Look, truth is I feel sorry for you. I feel sorry for the both of us. I don’t think you’re a bad person, despite what you might think of me. I don’t want it to end like this. Not again.
I raise my eyebrows at her.
Mary Come on. Who do you think lived in that house before you?
Player I...
Mary Don’t think about it. Not right now.  [ShockedMary] He’s coming. Run, kid.
Mary finishes untying me and disappears.
Player I have to get out of here. I get out of the chair and run as fast as I can down the hallway outside of my… holding cell. Eventually I run out of breath. I can’t keep sprinting. Not with these Dad knees. I check myself. All I have are the clothes on my back and… this thing in my pocket. The pocket knife that Robert gave me. If I have to defend myself, this is all I have. Looking ahead of me, I can’t see the end of the hallway — it bends further up there. I look back and can’t even see where I started. I guess the only thing I can do is keep going and hope there’s a way out on the other end. If there is an other end… The hallway bends and twists. Sometimes it gets smaller, to the point where I have to crawl on my hands and knees to get through. Sometimes it expands into a great cavern where I can’t even see the ceiling. I see no way out other than to keep moving forward. I don’t know how long I’ve been walking, but my body aches with soreness. I’m long past dehydration. My head is pounding. My vision is blurred. I lean up against the walls of the hallway for support. I’m not sure how I’m still going. And yet still here I am. I’ve been walking for what I think must be days. It could be weeks… months… The exhaustion has sunk into my bones. I drift in and out of consciousness. I think I’ve slept, if you can call it sleep. My dreams are plagued with nightmares of being chased down this hallway. I see Joseph’s kids. They hide in the shadows. They’re coming to drag me back to Joseph. Oh god, Joseph. I can see his face so clearly in those dreams. I don’t know why I keep moving, why I keep placing one foot in front of the other. My clothes are tattered and my shoes have worn through. My hell is inescapable. Until... It’s… a door. A door at the dead end of the hallway. I place my hand on the knob, seeing for the first time my gnarled fingernails and stretched, papery skin. I open the door and walk through. ...I’m in my house?! How did that…?
Amanda rushes into the room, wrapping her arms around me in a ferocious bear hug.
Amanda Where have you been?! Are you okay? I tried calling you like thirty times!
Player A...Amanda?
Amanda What happened? Did the boat break down or something?
Player Oh… I… um…
Amanda You know what? I’m just glad you’re home.
I look down and at myself and my clothes. They’re… there. My shoes are on. My fingernails aren’t gnarled.
Player I feel… fine.
I hug Amanda again. Nothing has ever felt as good in my entire life. I have to choke back tears of relief.
Player Amanda… I’m… so glad to see you. You have no idea.
Amanda Wow, one night at sea. You didn’t see a whale, did you? You poor thing.
Player No whale could keep me from my daughter.
Amanda You’re damn right.
Player You know what? You need breakfast. A very greasy breakfast.
Amanda That sounds amazing.
Amanda skips out of the room.
Player This is all so confusing… was it a dream?
Amanda By the way, is it okay if Emma P. comes over tonight?
Player Emma P.?
Amanda You know, my best friend?
Player Oh, sure. Wait… I thought… isn’t Emma R. your best friend?
I sit down on the couch, suddenly very exhausted. All I want is to have a big plate of hashbrowns with my daughter by my side while I quietly work on my word jumbles. I reach over to the coffee table and grab my trusty book of jumbles. This is… this is a crossword puzzle. I stare at it for too long.
Player Hey Amanda…
Amanda pops her head in from the kitchen.
Amanda Workin’ hard on these eggs, Dadtron. If you want the perfect over-medium I gotta be in the zone.
Player When’s your birthday?
Amanda Why, did you get me something?
Player No, seriously. When’s your birthday?
Amanda My birthday? Dad, really? Do I have to answer this?
Player I have seen a lot of weird stuff today, Amanda. Humor me.I have seen a lot of weird stuff today, Amanda. Humor me.
Amanda My birthday is… It’s… … Nothing gets past you, huh? You know, I almost had you going there for a sec. Was it the crossword puzzle that gave it away? You know, I try so hard to nail the details. Like, cooking you breakfast? Over-medium eggs with hash browns? Come on. That’s so you. And my Amanda impression? I really think I stuck the landing on her irreverent yet wholesome tone. The whole “manic pixie dream daughter” thing? I should’ve been on Broadway with these chops. I feel like you’re not appreciating how much work I’ve put in here.
Cracks begin to form along the walls around me. I look down and see the floor collapsing in tiles. As the walls, crumble… I see where I truly am.
Joseph Almost got away, huh? Dunno how you got out of those ropes. You’re a crafty one, aren’t you?
Player Mary…
Joseph Oh right! Mary! She’s rocking the tag team with you, isn’t she? Funny, here I was thinking marriage was about trust. You know I thought I was gonna take care of Robert, and then here you were trying to make your escape and honestly {$PlayerFirstName} you’re just killing my whole timeline here.
Player Wait… Robert.
As quick as I can, I pull his folding knife out of my pocket and lunge for Joseph, throwing all my force into him—
Joseph knocks the knife out of my hand. It skitters across the room.
Joseph Aw, man. {$PlayerFirstName}, I thought we were cool. I thought we had a thing here. What happened to Margarita Zone?
Player …
Joseph Welp, sorry bud, but I guess I’m gonna have to do ya dirty.
Player ... Joseph Doing you dirty means I have to kill you.
Joseph wraps his hands around my neck, smiling as he tightens his grip.
Joseph What’s wrong? You were so into this last night.
Player I have no strength left to fight him. This is it. Isn’t it? The world goes quiet around me. All I can think about is Amanda… I miss her so much. I’m sorry Amanda. I love you more than anything. Please be good…
Joseph’s eyes go wide. He releases his grip on me and I gasp in air. He turns around.
Mary It’s over, Joseph.
Joseph Honey, sweetie, you… stabbed me.
Mary You stole so much of my life from me.
Joseph backs away from Mary, clutching the wound on his shoulder.
Joseph Sweetheart… we can work this out.
Mary I’m done with you.
Chris Father?
Chris peeks into the doorway behind Mary. He looks… different. Behind him are Christian, Christie, and Crish, who all creep into the room.
Chris Father… we’re so hungry. Won’t you feed us, Father?
Mary turns to me and holds out a hand.
Mary Hey, sailor. It’s time to go.
The children corner Joseph as I crawl to Mary, who pulls me into the hallway. I look back into the room at the horror I had escaped. I… it’s… The more I look at it, the more it seems to break my mind. I turn away, my head pounding.
Joseph This body is but a conduit, Mary! I’ll see you in your nightmares!
Player What the hell?
- - -
My eyes open and I shoot up in bed, gasping for air.
Amanda Dad!
Amanda leaps off of the chair in my room and attacks me with a hug.
Player Amanda! This is the best hug of my life.
Amanda I was so worried about you…
Player I’m so happy to see her again… Wait. Amanda… what’s your birthday?
Amanda It’s March 22nd. You got me a record player and we ate an ice cream cake at the beach? But then I dropped the ice cream cake and got sand all over it? Remember?
Player I… I remember that. Panda I missed you so much. What… what happened?
Amanda You don’t remember?
Player ...
Amanda The yacht sank. The rescue crews had to pull you out of the water. That was a few days ago. They found something in the Yacht wreckage. Some documents that showed he was embezzling funds from the church. Nobody’s seen him since. There’s a detective here who’s been waiting to talk to you. He’s nice but he’s drinking all of our coffee. Lemme go grab him.
Player Wait…
Amanda Yeah?
Player Amanda, I love you so much.
Amanda I love you too, Dad.
Amanda skips out of the room, and in a moment Mary enters with… ...the guy I saw in the hallway.
??? Rise and shine, bucko.
Player Mary… are you okay?
Mary You know it was a real shame, what happened to Joseph. I had no idea he was doing what he was doing to the church. And I can’t believe he ran once the feds showed up, leaving me to take care of our four beautiful children on my own.
Player …
Mary But don’t worry, they’re staying with my parents out in the midwest til this all blows over.
Mary stares at me, waiting for me to say something.
Player ...
Mary Good answer.
??? Glad to see you’ve both got your story straight.
Mary I’m happy you’re okay. I was worried about you.
Player Thanks, Mary.
Mary cracks a smile before turning and leaving my room.
Mary Take it sleazy, fellas.
Once the door closes, the man pulls up a chair and sits next to my bed.
??? You don’t know me, but I know a lot about you, {$PlayerFirstName}. Been keeping tabs on you for a while
Player Who are you?
Saul Graves. Detective Saul Graves. There’s strange and mysterious forces at work here in Maple Bay. What you saw down there… what we both saw down there… I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forget it. And I get the feeling that you won’t be able to, either. But it’s my job to get to the bottom of this.
Player So what does this mean for me?
Saul It means to live your life like none of this ever happened. Go be happy. Go raise your daughter. Go fall in love. Be well, {$PlayerFirstName}.
Saul walks to the door of my bedroom, but stops. He turns to me.
Saul And… Little Barry and I have been on our own for a while now, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned through all of this, it’s that us Dads have to help each other out. Get some rest. But if you’re not doing anything later… maybe you give me a call.
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clownfvcker · 7 years
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joseph cult ending/level 18 text
went through the game files (C:\Program Files (x86)\Steam\SteamApps\common\Dream Daddy\ddadds_Data\level18.file) and reformatted the text in the file to be more readable (its backwards for whatever reason)
i had to guess with some of the text regarding if it were narration or who was saying it. bold is anyone whos not the player character, italics are narration
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn. What time is it? Must have been asleep for ages.
I wonder what will happen now that Mary is gone? What about Joseph’s kids?
And how will Amanda feel about all this?
...Well, we all have each other. That’s what matters.
I guess time will tell, right? Better get up and greet the day.
Wait.
I- am I tied up?!
What the hell?!
How did I get here? What’s going on?!
Joseph?
Anybody?
Don’t panic. You’re probably just dreaming. Why would there be a...
...a dungeon.
An evil dungeon. Why would there be an evil dungeon here?
This can’t be real. Maybe I had too much Twilight Rouge.
I’m dreaming, or something.
Oh, I guarantee this is real.
I can see someone at the end of the hall. It’s just a shape; I can barely make out any features.
Who’s there? Can you untie me?
It’s a personal guarantee. A verbal handshake.
Trust, if that’s what you get off on.
Please, I- I don’t know how I got here. I think there’s been a mistake.
You trust me, right?
I mean, why wouldn’t you?
Joseph?! Jesus, what is this? Are you into this kind of thing? I wish you’d have warned me.
Into this kind of…?
Hah! Ha ha!
I always liked you, {$PlayerFirstName}. Goal oriented, anchored by family. The rock in a shallow sea.
And down to pound, if you catch my meaning. I had a whale of a time last night.
Get it? Whale? We talked extensively about whales last night? You don’t really like them?
You’re not in a joking mood. I get that.
His voice is different. This whole situation is different. The way he’s talking: it’s…
Dastardly? Sadistic? It can be both. Throw another one in there. Wrathful. That one’s good.
Wait, How did he…?
I’m very perceptive. A good listener. I heard all those impure thoughts, {$PlayerFirstName}, and about a married man, no less.
I’m pretty sure that’s a sin.
Who… are you?
I told you, I’m a cool youth minister. Have you seen my tattoos? Were you even watching me tear it up on the dance floor?
You used to be a lot more fun.
Well, hi. My name is Joseph. I have an alcoholic whore wife, whose life I destroyed.
Poor Mary. And their kids.
Joseph laughs.
My kids? Those aren’t my kids.
Well, they are my kids. In a way. Cosmically. I guess you could call them… vessels.
And in that case I guess that technically makes me not a Dad. Woops. Sorry to kill that little fantasy for you.
Joseph, this is insane. So the whole minister thing... that’s just a front for this weird sex dun-
Joseph starts laughing hysterically. He wipes a tear from his eye.
Oh, that’s so cute. You think this is a sex thing.
I mean, it’s kind of a sex thing.
The safe word is “Jimmy Buffett.”
{$PlayerFirstName}, there are powers at work so far beyond your understanding that the very idea that I would sink to some half-baked sex game is a little insulting.
All that religion mumbo-jumbo wasn’t entirely false. I am a man of the cloth, just not the cloth you’re thinking of.
I am the conduit for something beautiful, {$PlayerFirstName}. Something pure. And you have the honor of being part of it.
I know that sounds kinda hokey but stick with me. I promise ‘ll get back to being relatably cool in a second.
Where you really are is under the house. Or I guess, under the houses.
The houses…? Are we… under the cul-de-sac?
Hey, deductive reasoning! Points for {$PlayerFirstName}!
How did nobody notice a dungeon underneath the town? Somebody would have had to...
All dead. Everyone who figured it out, that is.
And it’s not a dungeon. Dungeons are for old castles and twelve year olds. This place is… how would I describe it?
Inhabiting many spaces. The betweens of the world. The gaps in mathematics. It’s quite simply beyond you, I’m afraid.
Just think of it as the real Margarita Zone.
This is too much… my head hurts…
{$PlayerFirstName}, ever wonder where all the wives and husbands in town went? Why everyone’s an eligible single father?
...I just thought it was a coincidence.
Nothing’s a coincidence, idiot. No town in America has such a concentration of eligible, willing Dads.
And do you want to know why?
I don’t know if I do, Joseph.
Because of me. Because of my work. Because of my loyalty.
Loyalty? You’re insane.
Profoundly.
How many couples have I pushed to divorce? How many wives and husbands have I hunted in the dark?
Wait… Amanda’s mom… it can’t be…
I unfortunately can’t take credit for that one. It seems entropy beat me to the punch.
I don’t know if that’s a relief or not.
But man, what if I had? The look on your face would’ve been priceless.
Maple Bay is a psychic beacon of unfathomable power, but it requires sacrifice. It needs to feed on those deep, unquenchable pangs of anguish.
And all to get these very good friends of ours here, in my town, and my father’s town, and his father before him. Hurting for human touch. Praying for the salvation of kindness.
I don’t understand.
Of course you don’t. You were out there gallivanting about, seducing all the hottest single Dads. Meddling in something you have no understanding of. A greatness you could not conceive.
Out there, in the dark of the sea, lies something that has been waiting to return for a hundred million years. It showed the path to Jonah, my ancient ancestor, as it has shown the path to me.
And I will fuck each Dad whose life I destroy until the shame and stink of their failures has returned our eternal king to life. The fuel of a hundred thousand rank darknesses of the soul.
Wow…
Do you have anything you’d like to say?
I’ll kill you if it’s the last thing I do.
What about Amanda?
Just kidding! You don’t get to choose. I know you’re used to being in control here.
But now it’s my turn.
And don’t worry yourself about Amanda.
If you touch her…
Please, {$PlayerFirstName}, give me some credit. Look at my pedigree.
If I do my job, I won’t even have to.
Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s some other business I need to attend to. Your dear friend Robert has been awfully worried about you…
I think it’s about time that miserable drunk gets one last visit from the Dover Ghost.
This is a nightmare.
A beautiful nightmare, wouldn’t you agree?
All along you’ve been living a dream, Daddy.
Now it’s time to wake up.
Oh man. This is bad. This is very bad.
How long was I out? When is he coming back? How do I get out of here?
A hand slips over my mouth.
Don’t say anything.
Hell, don’t even think anything.
It’s okay, {$PlayerFirstName}. It’s me.
I’m gonna get you out of here.
She kneels down and starts working on the ropes around my ankles.
I gotta be honest, I didn’t like you at first.
I guess I did try to break up your marr-
Shh! Shut up for once.
Look, truth is I feel sorry for you. I feel sorry for the both of us. I don’t think you’re a bad person, despite what you might think of me.
I don’t want it to end like this. Not again.
I raise my eyebrows at her.
Come on. Who do you think lived in that house before you?
Don’t think about it. Not right now.
He’s coming. Run, kid.
Mary finishes untying me and disappears.
I get out of the chair and run as fast as I can down the hallway outside of my... holding cell.
I have to get out of here.
Eventually I run out of breath. I can’t keep sprinting. Not with these Dad knees.
I check myself. All I have are the clothes on my back and... this thing in my pocket. The pocket knife that Robert gave me. If I have to defend myself, this is all I have.
Looking ahead of me, I can’t see the end of the hallway: it bends further up there. I look back and can’t even see where I started. I guess the only thing I can do is keep going and hope there’s a way out on the other end.
If there is an other end...
The hallway bends and twists. Sometimes it gets smaller, to the point where I have to crawl on my hands and knees to get through. Sometimes it expands into a great cavern where I can’t even see the ceiling. I see no way out other than to keep moving forward.
I don’t know how long I’ve been walking, but my body aches with soreness. I’m long past dehydration. My head is pounding. My vision is blurred. I lean up against the walls of the hallway for support.
I’m not sure how I’m still going.
And yet still here I am. I’ve been walking for what I think must be days. It could be weeks... months...
The exhaustion has sunk into my bones. I drift in and out of consciousness. I think I’ve slept, if you can call it sleep. My dreams are plagued with nightmares of being chased down this hallway. I see Joseph’s kids. They hide in the shadows. They’re coming to drag me back to Joseph.
Oh god, Joseph. I can see his face so clearly in those dreams.
I don’t know why I keep moving, why I keep placing one foot in front of the other. My clothes are tattered and my shoes have worn through.
My hell is inescapable.
Until...
It’s... a door.
A door at the dead end of the hallway.
I place my hand on the knob, seeing for the first time my gnarled fingernails and stretched, papery skin. I open the door and walk through.
...I’m in my house?! How did that...?
Amanda rushes into the room, wrapping her arms around me in a ferocious bear hug.
Where have you been?! Are you okay? I tried calling you like thirty times!
A...Amanda?
What happened? Did the boat break down or something?
Oh... I... um...
You know what? I’m just glad you’re home.
I look down and at myself and my clothes. They’re... there. My shoes are on. My fingernails aren’t gnarled.
I feel... fine.
I hug Amanda again. Nothing has ever felt as good in my entire life.
I have to choke back tears of relief.
Amanda... I’m... so glad to see you. You have no idea.
Wow, one night at sea.
You didn’t see a whale, did you? You poor thing.
No whale could keep me from my daughter.
You’re damn right.
You know what? You need breakfast. A very greasy breakfast.
That sounds amazing.
Amanda skips out of the room.
This is all so confusing... was it a dream?
By the way, is it okay if Emma P. comes over tonight?
Emma P.?
You know, my best friend?
Oh, sure.
Wait... I thought... isn’t Emma R. your best friend?
She has red hair? You do art together? You pooped in her bed during that sleepover one time?
Oh right, my mistake. Teenager brain, you know?
I sit down on the couch, suddenly very exhausted. All I want is to have a big plate of hashbrowns with my daughter by my side while I quietly work on my word jumbles.
I reach over to the coffee table and grab my trusty book of jumbles.
This is... this is a crossword puzzle.
I stare at it for too long.
Hey Amanda...
Amanda pops her head in from the kitchen.
Workin’ hard on these eggs, Dadtron. If you want the perfect over-medium I gotta be in the zone.
When’s your birthday?
Why, did you get me something?
No, seriously. When’s your birthday?
My birthday? Dad, really? Do I have to answer this?
I have seen a lot of weird stuff today, Amanda. Humor me.
My birthday is...
It’s...
Nothing gets past you, huh?
(NOTE: The file here says “AmandaDemon… neutral”)
You know, I almost had you going there for a sec. Was it the crossword puzzle that gave it away? You know, I try so hard to nail the details.
Like, cooking you breakfast? Over-medium eggs with hash browns? Come on. That’s so you.
And my Amanda impression? I really think I stuck the landing on her irreverent yet wholesome tone. The whole “manic pixie dream daughter” thing? I should’ve been on Broadway with these chops.
I feel like you’re not appreciating how much work I’ve put in here.
Amanda turns ash black, her clothes, hair and bracelets collapsing into concentric rings of pitch-dark smoke.
Cracks begin to form along the walls around me. I look down and see the floor collapsing in tiles. As the walls, crumble... I see where I truly am.
Almost got away, huh?
Dunno how you got out of those ropes. You’re a crafty one, aren’t you?
Mary...
Oh right! Mary! She’s rocking the tag team with you, isn’t she?
Funny, here I was thinking marriage was about trust.
You know I thought I was gonna take care of Robert, and then here you were trying to make your escape and honestly {$PlayerFirstName} you’re just killing my whole timeline here.
Wait... Robert.
As quick as I can, I pull his folding knife out of my pocket and lunge for Joseph, throwing all my force into him—
Joseph knocks the knife out of my hand. It skitters across the room.
Aw, man.
{$PlayerFirstName}, I thought we were cool.
I thought we had a thing here. What happened to Margarita Zone?
Welp, sorry bud, but I guess I’m gonna have to do ya dirty.
Doing you dirty means I have to kill you.
Joseph wraps his hands around my neck, smiling as he tightens his grip.
What’s wrong? You were so into this last night.
I have no strength left to fight him.
This is it. Isn’t it?
The world goes quiet around me.
All I can think about is Amanda... I miss her so much.
I’m sorry Amanda. I love you more than anything.
Please be good...
Joseph’s eyes go wide. He releases his grip on me and I gasp in air. He turns around.
It’s over, Joseph.
Honey, sweetie, you... stabbed me.
You stole so much of my life from me.
Joseph backs away from Mary, clutching the wound on his shoulder.
Sweetheart... we can work this out.
I’m done with you.
Father?
Chris peeks into the doorway behind Mary. He looks... different. Behind him are Christian, Christie, and Crish, who all creep into the room.
Father... we’re so hungry.
Won’t you feed us, Father?
Mary turns to me and holds out a hand.
Hey, sailor.
It’s time to go.
The children corner Joseph as I crawl to Mary, who pulls me into the hallway. I look back into the room at the horror I had escaped. I... it’s...
The more I look at it, the more it seems to break my mind. I turn away, my head pounding.
This body is but a conduit, Mary! I’ll see you in your nightmares!
What the hell?
My eyes open and I shoot up in bed, gasping for air.
Dad!
Amanda leaps off of the chair in my room and attacks me with a hug.
Amanda!
This is the best hug of my life.
I was so worried about you...
I’m so happy to see her again...
Amanda... what’s your birthday?
Dad, did you forget again?
It’s March 22nd. You got me a record player and we ate an ice cream cake at the beach? But then I dropped the ice cream cake and got sand all over it? Remember?
I... I remember that.
Panda I missed you so much. What... what happened?
You don’t remember?
The yacht sank. The rescue crews had to pull you out of the water. That was a few days ago.
Where’s Joseph?
They found something in the Yacht wreckage. Some documents that showed he was embezzling funds from the church. Nobody’s seen him since.
There’s a detective here who’s been waiting to talk to you. He’s nice but he’s drinking all of our coffee. Lemme go grab him.
Wait...
Yeah?
Amanda, I love you so much.
I love you too, Dad.
Amanda skips out of the room, and in a moment Mary enters with...
...the guy I saw in the hallway.
Rise and shine, bucko.
Mary... are you okay?
You know it was a real shame, what happened to Joseph. I had no idea he was doing what he was doing to the church. And I can’t believe he ran once the feds showed up, leaving me to take care of our four beautiful children on my own.
But don’t worry, they’re staying with my parents out in the midwest til this all blows over.
Mary stares at me, waiting for me to say something.
Good answer.
Glad to see you’ve both got your story straight.
I’m happy you’re okay. I was worried about you.
Thanks, Mary.
Mary cracks a smile before turning and leaving my room.
Take it sleazy, fellas.
Once the door closes, the man pulls up a chair and sits next to my bed.
You don’t know me, but I know a lot about you, {$PlayerFirstName}. Been keeping tabs on you for a while.
Who are you?
Graves. Detective Saul Graves.
There’s strange and mysterious forces at work here in Maple Bay.
What you saw down there... what we both saw down there... I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forget it. And I get the feeling that you won’t be able to, either.
But it’s my job to get to the bottom of this.
So what does this mean for me?
It means to live your life like none of this ever happened. Go be happy. Go raise your daughter. Go fall in love.
Be well, {$PlayerFirstName}.
Saul walks to the door of my bedroom, but stops. He turns to me.
And...
I know it’s hard to raise a kid as a single parent. Even I lost my wife under “mysterious circumstances.”
Little Barry and I have been on our own for a while now, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned through all of this, it’s that us Dads have to help each other out.
Get some rest. But if you’re not doing anything later... maybe you give me a call.
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shadow-acolyte · 6 years
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A small drabbled written with @lombra-dalla
The Harvest Season
Beyond the training grounds of the defiled Kinkou Monastery, there was a lonely terrace, one he had claimed for his own, where no other acolyte would dare to venture. A short wall similar to a stone fence surrounded the area like a quiet warning to those who had survived their trespassing of the forest.
Kayn rested his shoulders on the stones as he overlooked the soft Ionian hills and the forest below. The wind had changed in the last weeks, the warmth of the Summer had become a distant, almost forgotten memory, just as the color of the leaves, once vibrant in color now paled into withering shades.
Rhaast had been placed next to him, horizontal on the wall like a discarded and bored tool.
A single leaf whirled in the cold air and caressed the red skin of his corrupted arm, to then be picked up between his thumb and index as he stared at it through heavy-lidded eyes.
“You are strangely quiet today". Rhaast’s voice interrupted his thoughts, the evil eye scanning the falling, withered leaves on the trees. Rhaast had almost forgotten how easily changed the world around them, almost without him to notice. It was hard to do so when you were an eternal being who had lived for eons.
“No acolytes to torment, no victims to kill… Is it the weather? Did your master scold you when I wasn’t looking?”
“Scolded? Don’t be foolish.” Kayn retorted as his hand flicked, releasing the leaf. But instead of glaring at Rhaast, the assassin stared off into the pale green of the hills.
“This is the season of harvest and death. Can’t you sense it? Nature is fading, everyone in Ionia knows it, just like the…” His words silenced as the memories darkened his mind. The villages around Rokrund and their festivities, their dreadful folklore, distant tales as leaves fell in noxian land.
“Nature perishes at the gates of winter. I appreciate the view of things dying, even if it’s a false death", the darkin commented, humming softly in an almost charming tune. Still, when he perceived the thoughts on Kayn’s mind, Rhaast regained his usual cruelty.
“Are you being reminded of your old noxian home? How was it? I am curious. Let me see in what kind of lair did you live”.
The tendrils of his consciousness slowly started to dig into Kayn’s mind, searching for those memories brought to the surface thanks to the season.
“There is nothing to hide”, Kayn hissed the moment he sensed the invasive mind of the darkin scavenging for a weakness. And to prove his words, he didn’t retaliate, Rhaast was allowed to wander.
The darkin did so, with a vivid curiosity. And as he picked up the images of the noxian countryside, Kayn accompanied them with his tale.
“I was born in a nation of despair. War and supplying war was the purpose of all Noxian. Even more in the rural areas.” His eyes closed, tilting his head to the side with his eyes closed. The fragrance of autumn spices lingered in the wind, stirring those memories to life.
“”Corn and grain, all that falls shall rise again”. It was a lie. Nothing the Noxians touched could rise again. The harvest moon was the favourite season for Rokrund. It made the foolish feel relevant and valuable to the Empire. After giving their crops and children to the army, the days turned gray and the gloom spread like a miasma. It was the favored season for disease and suicide. The wind carried the wicked message of death”
Kayn’s eyes opened again, cold and unfeeling. “But what can you know about seasons if you spent eons buried beneath the soil until they found you when trying to build a sewer.”
“Seasons existed before I was confined, you know”, Rhaast almost laughed at the naivety of his wielder. “But for us, they didn’t hold much importance. Seasons died one after another in an eternal cycle, like mortal beings... but we remained, forever unchanging. There’s not much to regard in something that perishes so easily, that goes away so quickly”.
“A bad harvest would only mean a winter of famine and a dishonor to the noxian army. Many would not survive it. There was no cycle, only an endless need to feed the Empire, but even then…, there were traditions.”
Remembering them even left a strange taste in his tongue, surprisingly not bitter, but fragrant and tingling.
“It was a season when death was remembered, no one wanted to be visited by the wandering dead before the harvest, as it would mean the withering of the fields. Naap seeds were left as offerings in doorsteps so the spirits would take them and leave,.”
“The undead…”, said Rhaast, and in his voice there was a tint of disgust. “Could some weak charms really cast them away?”
“I find your distaste towards the undead amusing.” Kayn’s lips curved into a small sneer. “Are you afraid of what you cannot kill? Yes, the dead are remembered, but in a different way to the Ionian traditions. Here, the spirits of the ancestors return to nature and become protectors of the households. In Noxus, there is an innate fear of death. Death, defeat, to die forgotten…”
“I am not afraid", the darkin protested, clearly insulted that his wielder could think otherwise. “They are just annoying, that’s all. Things that die should stay dead".
Kayn looked up, enjoying that small weakness Rhaast had once again revealed.
“Travelling after dark was not advised. Even if the villagers always carried a lantern, it was impossible to tell who was a man and who was not…, or at least, not until it was too late. Some even tried burying apples at the sides of the roads for the lost spirits who had no descendants to remember them. But do you think that was enough?”
“I bet my toe it wasn’t. Vengeful spirits are not easily appeased. Specially not with half rotten naaps".
“That’s true, it was never enough. So the villagers attempted something different. If they could not appease the spirits, they would forcefully protect themselves from them. And so the idea of fire was considered. This was the time when the cattle and other livestock were slaughtered for eating in the ensuing winter months. The days of the season were spiced with the stench of blood, the gutting of pigs.” Kayn paused, looking at Rhaast which stared back at him, the round, crystalline eyeball half covered by that strange fleshy eyelid, almost glaring at him. The assassin knew the undead had a peculiar effect on the darkin.
“The bones of the slaughtered were used to fuel the fires. Then they were thrown into the fire, to be retrieved in the morning. The remains between the ashes foretold  a person’s fortune in the coming year. However…, if nothing was left then it meant the spirits would return before the next Spring as they had not been repelled by the sacred fires.  And that is how the idea of bon-fires started.” Kayn’s eyes shadowed beneath the black and blue bangs, his lips stretched into an eerie grin.
“The angered spirits would return and steal the bodies of those who dared defy them, casting them forever in the DARKNESS!” At his command, the twilight shadows, awakened and coiled around Rhaast’s blade and head, a black shroud engulfed his eyeball.
“How melodramatic”, sighed the darkin, as his body was being swallowed by shadows. By this point, he was almost used to it. “You are a child”.
And the shadows stopped, half covering him. Kayn glared through heavy-lidded eyes, visibly irritated.
“You were supposed to scream. At least, the other acolytes did…” He would have yet to admit that season was his favourite. Shadows felt alive, his deep connection with them translated into a strange good mood. He regretted such festival didn’t exist in Ionia.
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occvltvs · 7 years
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Dream Daddy Joseph Cult Ending Text (For Reference and anyone curious)
PlayerLastName     Lilley     PlayerFirstName    Brent  c:/users/jory/ documents/ddaddsinky/cultending.ink UnityEngine.UI.MaskableGraphic+CullStateChangedEvent, UnityEngine.UI, Version=1.0.0.0, Culture=neutral, PublicKeyToken=null UnityEngine.UI.MaskableGraphic+CullStateChangedEvent, UnityEngine.UI, Version=1.0.0.0, Culture=neutral, PublicKeyToken=null Normal   Highlighted    Pressed    Disabled       !          o UnityEngine.UI.Button+ButtonClickedEvent, UnityEngine.UI, Version=1.0.0.0, Culture=neu START What time is it? Must have been asleep for ages. Yaaaaaaaawn. I wonder what will happen now that Mary is gone? What about Joseph's kids? And how will Amanda feel about all this? Well we all have each other, that's what matters. I guess time will tell right? Better get up and greet the day... Wait. Am I tied up?! What the hell?! What's going on?! How did I get here? Joseph? Anybody? Why would there be a... You're probably just dreaming, don't panic... a dungeon. An evil dungeon. Why would there be an evil dungeon here? Maybe I had too much Twilight Rouge. This can't be real. I'm dreaming or something. I can see someone at the end of the hall. It's just a shape, I can barely make out any features. "Oh I guarantee this is real." "Who's there? Can you untie me?" "It's a personal guarantee. A verbal handshake. Trust, if that's what you get off on." "I think there's been a mistake. I don't know how I got here. Please, I-." "You trust me right? I mean, why wouldn't you?" "I wish you would have warned me. Are you into this kind of thing? Jesus, what is this? Joseph?!" "Into this kind of- Hah! Ha Ha! I always liked you (player). Goal oriented, anchored by family. The rock in a shallow sea. I had a whale of a time las night. And down to pound if you catch my meaning. Get it? Whale? We talked extensively about whales last night? You don't really like them?" "I get that." "You're not in a joking mood." The way he's talking- it's- this whole situation is different. His voice is different. "Dastardly? Sadistic? It can be both. Throw another one in there. Wrathful. That one's good." Wait, how did he... "I'm very perceptive. A good listener. I heard all those impure thoughts, (player), about a married man, no less. I'm pretty sure that's a sin." "Who are you?" "I told you, I'm a cool youth minister. Have you seen my tattoos? Were you even watching me tear it up on the dance floor? Well hi, my name is Joseph. I have an alcoholic whore wife whose life I destroyed." Poor Mary! And their kids! Joseph laughs "My kids? Those aren't my kids. I guess you could call them vessels. Well they are my kids. In a way. Cosmically. And in that case I guess that technically makes me not a dad. Whoops. Sorry to kill that little fantasy for you." "Joseph, this is insane. The whole minister thing... That's just a front for this weird sex dun-." "Oh that's so cute. You think this is a sex thing." Joseph starts laughing hysterically. He wipes a tear from his eye. "I mean, it's kind of a sex thing." "(player), there are powers at work so far beyond your understanding that the very idea that I would sink to some half-baked sex game is a little insulting. All that religion mumbo-jumbo wasn't entirely false. I am a man of the cloth, just not the cloth you're thinking of. I am the conduit for something beautiful, (player). Something pure. And you have the honor of being part of it. I know that sounds kinda hokey but stick with me. I promise I'll get back to being relatably cool in a second. Where you really are is under the house. Or I guess, under the houses." "The houses!? Are we under the cul-de-sac?" "Hey, deductive reasoning! Points for (player)!" "How did nobody notice a dungeon underneath the town? Somebody would have had to" "All dead. Everyone who figured it out, that is. And it's not a dungeon. Dungeons are for old castles and twelve year olds. This place is- how would I describe it? Just think of it as the real Margarita Zone. Inhabiting many spaces. The betweens of the world. The gaps in mathematics. It's quite simply beyond you, I'm afraid." "This is too much! my head hurts." "(player), ever wonder where all the wives and husbands in town went? Why everyone's a eligible single father?" "...I just thought it was a coincidence." "Nothing's a coincidence, idiot. No town in America has such a concentration of eligible, willing Dads.And do you want to know why?" "I don't know if I do Joseph." "Because of me. Because of my work. Because of my loyalty." "Loyalty? You're insane." "Profoundly. How many couples have I pushed to divorce? How many wives and husbands have I hunted in the dark?" "Wait, Amanda's mom, Cora, it can't be!" "I unfortunately can't take credit for that one. It seems entropy beat me to the punch." "I don't know if that's a relief or not." "But man, what if I had? The look on your face would've been priceless. And all to get these very good friends of ours here, in my town, and my father's town, and his father before him. Hurting for human touch. Praying for the salvation of kindness. Maple Bay is a psychic beacon of unfathomable power, but it requires sacrifice. It needs to feed on those deep, unquenchable pangs of anguish." "I don't understand." "Of course you don't. You were out there gallivanting about, seducing all the hottest single Dads. Meddling in something you have no understanding of. A greatness you could not conceive. Out there, in the dark of the sea, lies something that has been waiting to return for a hundred million years. It showed the path to Jonah, my ancient ancestor, as it has shown the path to me.  And I will fuck each Dad whose life I destroy until the shame and stink of their failures has returned our eternal king to life. The fuel of a hundred thousand rank darknesses of the soul." "Wow." "Do you have anything you'd like to say?" "I'll kill you if it's the last thing I do. What about Amanda?" "I know you're used to being in control here. But now it's my turn. And don't worry yourself about Amanda." "If I do my job, I won't have to." "Now if you'll excuse me, there's some other business I need to attend to. Your dear friend Robert has been awfully worried about you. I think it's about time that miserable drunk gets one last visit from the Dover Ghost." "This is a nightmare." "A beautiful nightmare, wouldn't you agree? All along you've been living a dream, Daddy. Now it's time to wake up." How long was I out? When is he coming back? How do I get out of here? Oh man. This is bad. This is very bad. A hand slips over my mouth. "Don't say anything. Hell, don't even think anything. It's okay (player), it's me. I'm gonna get you out of here." Mary kneels down and starts working on the ropes around my ankles. "I gotta be honest, I didn't like you at first." "I guess I did try to break up your marr-" "Shh! Shup up for once! Look, truth is I feel sorry for you. I feel sorry for the both of us. I don't think you're a bad person, despite what you might think of me. I don't want it to end like this, not again." I raise my eyebrows at her. "Come on. Who do you think lived in that house before you? Don't think about it. Not right now. Run, kid. He's coming." Mary finishes untying me and disappears. I get out of the chair and run as fast as I can down the hallway outside of my holding cell. I have to get out of here. I can't keep sprinting. Not with these dad knees. Eventually I run out of breath. I check myself. All I have are the clothes on my back and this thing in my pocket. The pocket knife that Robert gave me. If I have to defend myself, this is all I have. Looking ahead of me, I can't see the end of the hallway, it bends further up there. I look back and can't even see where I started. I guess the only thing I can do is keep going and hope there's a way out on the other end. If there even is another end. I see no way out other than moving forward. I don't know how long I've been walking, but my body aches with soreness. I'm long past dehydration. My head is pounding. My vision is blurred. I lean up against the walls of the hallway for support. The hallway bends and twists. Sometimes it gets smaller, to the point where I have to crawl on my hands and knees to get through. Sometimes it expands into a great cavern where I can't even see the ceiling. I'm not sure how I'm still going. I've been walking for what I think must be days. It could bee weeks! Months! And yet still here I am. I see Joseph's kids. They hide in the shadows. They're coming to drag me back to Joseph. My dreams are plagued with nightmares of being chased down this hallway. Oh god, Joseph. I can see his face so clearly in those dreams. The exhaustion has sunk into my bones. I drift in and out of consciousness. I think I've slept, if you can call it sleep. I don't know why I keep moving, why I keep placing one foot in front of the other. My clothes are tattered and my shoes have worn through. My hell is inescapable. Until... It's a door! A door at the end of the hallway. I place my hand on the knob, seeing for the first time my gnarled fingernails and stretched, papery skin. I open the door and walk through. I'm in my house? How did that-? "Dad!" Amanda rushes into the room, wrapping her arms around me in a ferocious bear hug. "Where have you been?! Are you okay? I tried calling you like thrity times!" A... Amanda? "What happened? Did the boat break down or something? You know what? I'm just glad you're home." I have to choke back tears of relief. I hug Amanda again. Nothing has ever felt as good in my entire life. I feel fine. I look down and at myself and my clothes. They're there. My shoes are on. My fingernails aren't gnarled. "Amanda! I'm so glad to see you. You have no idea." "Wow, one night at sea. You didn't see a whale did you? You poor thing." "No whale could keep me from my daughter." "You're damn right. You know what? You need breakfast. A very greasy breakfast." "That sounds amazing." Amanda skips out of the room. This is all so confusing, was it a dream? "By the way, is it okay if Emma P. comes over tonight?" "Emma P.?" "You know, my best friend?" "Oh sure. Wait, I thought Emma R. was your best friend? She has red hair? You do art together? You pooped in her bed during that sleepover one time?" "Oh right, my mistake. Teenager brain, you know?" I sit down on the couch, suddenly very exhausted. All I want is to have a big plate of hashbrowns with my daughter by my side while I quietly work on my word jumbles. I reach over to the coffee table and grab my trusty book of jumbles. I stare at it for too long. This isn't a crossword puzzle. "Hey Amanda." Amanda pops her head in from the kitchen. "Workin' hard on these eggs, Dadtron. If you want the perfect over- medium I gotta be in the zone." "When's your birthday?" "Why, did you get me something?" "No, seriously. When's your birthday?" "My birthday? Dad, really? Do I have to answer this?" "I have seen a lot of weird stuff today, Amanda. Humor me." "My birthday is... It's... Nothing gets past you, huh?" Enter DEMON AMANDA "You know, I almost had you going there for a sec. Was it the crossword puzzle that gave it away? You know, I try so hard to nail the details. And my Amanda impression? I really think I stuck the landing on her irreverent yet wholesome tone. The whole 'manic pixie dream daughter'ù thing? I should've been on Broadway with these chops. Like, cooking you breakfast? Over-medium eggs with hash browns? Come on. That's so you.I feel like you're not appreciating how much work I've put in here." Amanda turns ash black, her clothes, hair and bracelets collapsing into concentric rings of pitch-dark smoke. Cracks begin to form along the walls around me. I look down and see the floor collapsing in tiles. As the walls, crumble, I see where I truly am. "Almost got away, huh? You're a crafty one aren't you? Dunno how you got out of those ropes. Oh right! Mary! She's rocking the tag team with you, isn't she? Funny, here I was thinking marriage was about trust. You know I thought I was gonna take care of Robert, and then here you were trying to make your escape and honestly (player) you're just killing my whole timeline here." Wait, Robert. As quick as I can, I pull his folding knife out of my pocket and lunge for Joseph, throwing all my force into him. Joseph knocks the knife out of my hand. It skitters across the room. "Aw man. I thought we were cool. What happened to Margarita Zone? I thought we had a thing here. Welp, sorry bud, but I guess I'm gonna have to do ya dirty. Doing you dirty means I have to kill you." Joseph wraps his hands around my neck, smiling as he tightens his grip. "What's wrong? You were so into this last night." The world goes quiet around me. This is it, isn't it. This is how I die. All I can think about is Amanda, I miss her so much. I'm sorry Amanda. I love you more than anything. Please be good. Joseph's eyes go wide as he releases his grip o me and I gasp in air. He turns around. "It's over Joseph." "Mary, honey, sweetie, you stabbed me!" "You stole so much life from me." Joseph backs away from Mary, clutching the wound on his shoulder. "Sweetheart, we can work this out." "I'm done with you." Behind him are Christian, Christie, and Crish, who all creep into the room. "Father?" Chris peeks into the doorway behind Mary. He looks different. "Won't you feed us, Father? Father, we're so hungry." Mary turns to me and holds out a hand. "Hey sailor, It's time to go." I look back into the room at the horror I had escaped. The children corner Joseph as I crawl to Mary, who pulls me into the hallway. The more I look at it, the more it seems to break my mind. I turn away, my head pounding. "This body is but a conduit, Mary! I'll see you in your nightmares!" Joseph laughs. What the hell? My eyes open and I shoot up in bed, gasping for air. Amanda leaps off of the chair in my room and attacks me with a hug. Amanda! This is the best hug of my life. "I was so worried about you!" I'm so happy to see her again. Wait. "Amanda, what's your birthday?" "Dad, did you forget again? It's March 22nd. You got me a record player and we ate an ice cream cake at the beach? But then I dropped the ice cream cake and got sand all over it? Remember?" "I remember that. Panda, I missed you so much. What, what happened?" "You don't remember? The yacht sank. The rescue crews had to pull you out of the water. That was a few days ago." "Where's Joseph?" "They found something in the yacht's wreckage. Some documents that showed he was embezzling funds from the church. Nobody's seen him since. There's a dectective here who's been waiting to talk to you. He's nice but he's drinking all of our coffee. Lemme go grab him." Amanda skips out of the room and in a moment Mary enters with... the guy I saw in the hallway. "Rise and shine bucko." "Mary, are you okay?" "You know it was a real shame, what happened to Joseph. I had no idea he was doing what he was doing to the church. And I can't believe he ran once the feds showed up, leaving me to take care of our four beautiful children on my own. But don't worry, they're staying with my parents until this all blows over." Mary stares at me, waiting for me to say something. "Good answer. Glad to see you've got your story straight." "I'm happy you're okay. I was worried about you." "Thanks Mary." Mary cracks a smile before turning and leaving my room. "Take it sleazy, fellas." Once the door closes, the man pulls up a chair and sits next to my bed. "You don't know me, but I know a lot about you, (player). Been keeping tabs on you for a while." "Who are you?" "Graves. Detective Saul Graves. There's strange and mysterious forces at work here in Maple Bay. What you saw down there, what we both saw down there, I don't know if I'll ever be able to forget it. And I get the feeling that you won't be able to, either. But it's my job to get to the bottom of this." "So what does this mean for me?" "It means to live your life like none of this ever happened. Go be happy. Go raise your daughter. Go fall in love. Be well, (player)." Saul walks to the door of my bedroom, but stops. He turns to me. "Get some rest. But if you're not doing anything later maybe you give me a call. Little Barry and I have been on our own for a while now, and if there's one thing I've learned through all of this, it's that us Dads have to help each other out. I know it's hard to raise a kid as a single parent. Even I lost my wife under 'mysterious circumstances'." START ScoreScreen DONE You're a monster. Cult_Dungeon1111  PlayerName   Brent Lilley
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newsiees · 7 years
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the truth about love
summary: Mr. and Mrs. Higgins meet Race for the first time. 
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warning: mild mentions of homophobia, badly translated italian :)
Wind pushed against any second thoughts, whispering taunts and epithets of cowardice. Commitment had been confirmed. They had volunteered themselves to rejection.
Spot glanced at Race, forcing himself not to be tense. Race was worried enough, anxiously tapping his foot as he looked at the world outside of the car window through unfocused eyes.
The wind was rustling the auburn leaves of the highway trees, disturbing their comfortable peace. Spot scowled at the crackling branches. They didn’t know upheaval. They weren’t driving their boyfriend to his parent’s house for an Italian Catholic Sunday dinner. Trees didn’t need to come out to their parents. How rude of them to even tremor. 
The New York suburb of Race’s childhood was just forty five minutes out of Brooklyn, just forty five minutes from the dorm which Spot and Race shared. Race’s parents were delighted that Race had found a closeby college with friends whom he could be close with. They were pleased when Race had asked them if Spot could come over for dinner. It would have been a disgrace to lines of ancestors if Race had left his roommate without dinner on a Sunday. He had to come.
 But Race knew he had to be honest. Race knew who he was. Race knew what Spot meant to him. Race knew that last night’s sleepless thoughts of self-encouragement had made him as ready as he knew he ever would be. Race did not know, however, what would come of his open revelation.
 The green sign screamed at the pair from overhead. Exit 43. Ten minutes left.
Spot reached to Race’s knee, resting the back of his hand on the fabric and inviting Race’s fingers to join his own. 
“How you doing?”
 Race felt the warmth and pressure of Spot’s hand before turning towards the driver’s seat to respond.
“I am preparing for the world to end.”
Spot chuckled, eyes still on the road as he guided Race’s hand to his lips.
 “Happily?”
 “With you?” Race joked, quivering in his smile.
 Spot turned slightly to raise his eyebrows at Race.
 Race sighed, “This is gonna happen. I just gotta...do it.”
Spot smiled, though grim. His grin was trapped beneath the windshield, as the outside world was full of ridiculously typical family homes. One on the left, two on the right. Backyard on the left, helmeted family biking on the right. Race was looking green.   
“That one. Pull in there.”
Spot obeyed the quiet voice and rounded into the drive. Park. Brake. Engine off.
Their hands were curled into each other, together, empowering.
“I love you.” Race quaked.
Spot lifted the corner of his mouth. An unsteady breath with a safe, present clutch of hands.
Spot let Race open his own door and enter his old world. His feet traced his childhood steps, with the foreign Spot balancing slowly behind. Race took a deep breath as he lifted his hand, curled into a cold, distant fist. One last glance at Spot for lovely fortitude. He would knock. He would, he would-
“Antonio! Amore mio, oh, come here.”
 Race was stunned into a hug, hand still clenched in preparation for the latent knock that never came. He peered bashfully at Spot through a hole in the entwined embrace, receiving a jesting eyebrow raise in response.
 “Oh, Antonio. I heard your car pull into the driveway and I could not wait. It’s so wonderful to see you!” 
Race weaved his way out of the hug, still holding his mother’s arms as she grasped his.
“Hi, mamma.”
 “Oh, it’s so good to see you.”
 “You too, mamma,” Race replied, wanting to mean it. His mother’s eyes were so warm and her hands so protecting. He wished he could be what she wanted. 
“Oh, and this must be Sean! It’s so nice to meet you, come here!.” She jerked Spot into a hug, drowning his thin Irish bones in Italian skin. Race laughed and felt too comfortable. He was glad he was who he was, if only to love this moment. 
She gripped Spot’s shoulders as she let go, veiling his shaking muscles with her wild grip. 
“Come, we must eat!”
Race brushed Spot’s hand as he lead him into the foyer. It was full of framed photographs of gap-toothed school pictures, lining a white hallway that led to a cornucopian kitchen. Spot smirked at the young face of Race before turning to the grown, slightly flustered countenance. Race was composed enough to wink at Spot before his mother whirled around to haul the boys to the dining room table.
 The table was set, with wildflowers in a sky vase in the center. Clean chinets were placed on vinyl mats at four seats. One end was empty and the opposite was full of a wide man. He had thick eyebrows that were set atop his eyes, comfortably judging with authority.
“Hello, Antonio. How are you?”
 It seemed like Race should have bowed or offered a sacrifice. But he just grinned carefully and chuckled a bit.
“Hey, Dad. I’m good, thanks. It’s good to see you.”
Spot smiled at the scene. He’s sure he saw this in a classic sentimental painting. Alas, he knows there is more beyond the ornamental frame.
Mr. Higgins shook Race’s hand, crinkling his eyes though hiding his closed-mouth smile beneath his pruned moustache.
“You must be Sean.”
 Spot froze in the shadow of the door frame. He let his eyes seek comfort in Race before balancing his body on his spine, assuming military posture. 
“Yes, sir. It’s nice to meet you...sir.”
 Race rolled his eyes, too fond to notice how awkward the communication was. Mr. Higgins just chuckled, like a mafia gangster might, and reached out his hand. He was not leaving the head of the table.
“And you. I am glad that Antonio got a roommate that he didn’t hate.”
Spot raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah...me too?”
 Mr. Higgins chuckled again in the same gruff, superior manner.
 “Good kid.”
 Mrs. Higgins shuffled in with too many dishes of various sauced foods.
“Sit down, boys, eat!!!” 
The smell forced them to oblige.
After dinner, they sat around the dirty dishes, laughing over small talk. Spot hadn’t said a word, only listening to Race relax. Spot had heard of storytimes and holidays and game nights and laughter. Race loved his parents and his parents loved the Antonio they knew, Spot knew that much from his first loud, Italian dinner. If only love lasted.
“So, Mamma...Dad...I have something...to tell you guys.”
He looked at them, eyes naturally drifting to meet Spot’s as they moved from his sauce-soaked plate to the dark eyes of his parents. 
“Antonio?” His mother leaned onto her toes, ready to leap into a comforting hug or a defensive battle. His father’s expression remained blank, hidden behind thick walls of shadowed hair.
“I’m…” His eyes left the room. “I’m really happy to be here...at home...here...with you guys.”
Spot’s exhale surprised him.
Race’s mother leaned back, clutching her hands to her heart.
“Oh, Antonio!”
“He just wants to get out of doing the dishes,” Mr. Higgins retorted, mustache twitching with a scoff.
 Race laughed timorously and looked down. Spot’s skin itched.
 “Oh, be quiet. He’s worked hard and deserves a break. You boys go on upstairs. Your video games are still plugged in, Antonio. Allora avanti! Go on!”
Race looked at Spot and Spot looked back, both too stunned to grin. Slow motion filtered their movements as they pushed in their chairs and left the dining room. Spot murmured an unheard thank you before following Race out of the room and up a set of carpeted beige stairs.
One corner turned and a door opened before Spot was leaning against a navy wall, watching Race shove his hands in his pockets and sit on his bed.
Spot chuckled at Race’s careful smile, leaning his head back against the cold wall. Turning, he watched Race’s childhood unfold on the walls. Calendars with ancient years, photographs of laughing boys, band posters.
 “Thank you for coming with me.” Race breathed, rocking the springs so that they screamed.
 “Not a problem.” Spot slowly led his legs lead him across the room. “So I heard video games.”
The two took themselves to a bean bag for some Mario Kart, which Spot lost miserably because “They don’t call me Race for nothing!”
Race had leaned into Spot’s shoulder, laughing in his ear. Spot’s raised hair chilled his body. He had left his skin in Brooklyn. His tongue chapped his lips, anticipating interruption. He would not kiss Race, he would not kiss Race, “Swept the round again, Spot!”, God, he wanted to kiss Race...
 “Ciao, boys! Dinner is all cleaned up, come down for dessert!” Mrs. Higgins broke the fragile safety. Spot’s blood left him. 
“Sweet, Mamma, thanks.” Race was getting up, smiling at his mother, eyes away. Mrs. Higgins smiled, pleased, and returned downstairs.
Race gave Spot his hand, raising Spot from the engulfing bean bag to stand in front of him, so close he could have felt Spot’s breath if he wasn’t holding it.
“Hey.”
Exhale.
“Hey.”
“We should probably get going in a bit, if we want to leave before five,” Race said to Spot’s eyes.
“Yeah.”
“I find it amusing how much more composed I am than you. This is my coming-out dinner.” Race was joking, fingers following familiar patterns on Spot’s palm.
“I’m nervous so you don’t have to be. It’s called support, Racetrack.”
Race laughed, letting his lips find Spot’s cheek in less than a moment, before tugging Spot towards the door.
“C’mon. I miss biscotti.” 
Spot watched Race walk to the door, toes curling around nineties carpet.
“They love you, you know.”
Race didn’t turn around.
 “Yeah. For now.”
 Mr. Higgins hadn’t moved. Spot spent the first few minutes of dessert trying to guess how tall he was while Mrs. Higgins entertained herself with Race’s academic affairs, proud and contented. Race was telling his plate of biscotti his grades.
“And you, Sean, what are you doing at school?”
Spot’s nerve ran around the house. Upon its return, he cleared his throat. 
“English.”
Mrs. Higgins’ pink face rounded as she smiled, but Mr. Higgins spoke first.
“English?”
Spot felt his blood pool in his feet. Maybe he’d melt.
“Uh...yeah. I like to read, sir. Mister.” Men horrified Spot. How ironic. 
Mr. Higgins only nodded as Mrs. Higgins fussed.
“Don’t let him frighten you, caro. He used to read plenty before numbers and math took over. Reading is so cute!”
Spot blinked.
“Er...thanks.”
“I have a boyfriend.” 
Slow followed the rapid confession. Not one heart dared to beat.
“Sean. Sean is my boyfriend.” Race was only loud enough to be audible, unwilling to repeat himself. 
Mr. Higgins choked on his throat’s surprise, murmuring “Jesus Christ.”
Mrs. Higgins veiled her eyes, pressing them tight, pressing her mouth tight. Silence. Spot responded to their silence with silence. Race tried to do the same, but was breathing too hard.
“We should go,” Race stuttered and stood, pursuing Spot’s willing hand and planning to be in Brooklyn by the end of the minute.
“Antonio?” The tense air pressed the word to Race. He froze at the front door, his old front door, the entrance and the exit.
“Yes?” Spot only saw Race’s words. 
“Where are you going?”
“Back to school.” If Race closed his eyes, they would release his years of disguise. His mother looked back at him.
“I don’t want you to leave.”
Spot stepped forward, building protection, prevention. Race let himself slink into his next words.
“I don’t want there to be a first time that I am hurt by my parents.” 
Mrs. Higgins felt her heart twitch.
“I don’t want to hurt you. If you left now, you would be making that decision for me.”
“But God...the crosses...saying grace before meals, going to Church every week, sin, sin, sin.” Race’s skin inundated red. Spot used his wrists to tie his hands unmoving.
Mrs. Higgins took her son’s hand, looking to Spot before contact. He raised his chin, watching so she knew she was being watched. He was there. 
“My God believes in love.”
Race’s heart hovered and soared, ending in a gripping hug with his mother, his first hug.
Alive in the foyer, they all caught sight of Mr. Higgins, standing for the first time at the end of the hallway. He was taller, scarier than Spot had expected.
“Thank you, Antonio, for telling us.”
 Race blinked, embracing his tears now and letting his years of loneliness dance away.
Race tripped over to his father and grasped the beginning around his wide shoulders.
 “It’ll…” Mr. Higgins cleared his throat, trying hard to find appropriate words. “It’ll take some time before I’m used to this. Before I get it right.” 
“I’m glad that we have time.” Mr. Higgins let his arms down and hugged his son back.
Spot suddenly realized he was being hugged by Race’s mother, listening to Italian words in a sweet, desperate voice. She smelt like pasta sauce, the same pasta sauce Race made on rainy weekends. He felt his life rewind and start again, with hugs. 
After Race had embraced his parents a few times more, words light and light bright, his hand joined Spot’s.
“Thank you for dinner, mamma. We’ll come back.”
“Grazie, amore miei.” My loves.
They floated down the walkway, together. Spot thought once and opened Race’s door for him. Race waved at his parents through the windshield as Spot walked around the back of the car to the driver’s side, never planning on standing between family.
Race stared at his house through bright eyes, through the chipping garage door, through the freshly opened walls, to freshly opened hearts.
Spot started Race’s car, an old friend from the gift of high school years.
His hand rested on the gear shift. Race’s hand rested upon Spot’s.
Spot looked towards Race, Race looked towards Spot. They both looked towards the future.
Spot smiled and laughed a little.
 “Well, that went well.” 
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The Grimoire
Disappointment was the first thing she felt as she made her way towards the shattered ruins.
Disappointment accompanied with the overwhelming urge to turn on her heel and sprint back to the Sanctuary, to the one place that offered a dwindling hope of peace.
The faint tingle of old magic stung Elodie’s skin, goosebumps staining her pale arms as a metallic twang engulfed her every movement. He’d warned her that there would be a magic she wouldn’t understand, that she’d encounter things beyond her comprehension. He’d even warned her to not even try and understand, just to embrace the remnants of their ancestors and what they were offering. That was easier in theory than it was in action and she pushed Alastair’s words to the far corners of her mind.
The image of the tattered Grimoire appeared in her mind, her heart rate spiking as she pushed herself up the cracked marble steps.
“The book is all that matters.”
Her mentor’s departing words rang in her ears as she reached up and, with a simple wave, slammed the rotting wooden doors of the temple open. She knew that her Guild were the only ones that stood between the Races and a full blown civil war, that the Grimoire might be the only thing that could stop them from dooming themselves to an inescapable fate. And while it was an immense amount of pressure, she knew that Alastair saw the potential beneath the surface, despite her reluctance to believe in the Grimoire. He seemed to be the only one that saw it.
She swallowed the bitter rage in her throat at the thought of the other ‘Guild’ that had broken from them years ago, choosing to become a rogue branch of mages and acolytes that believed their fight was more worthwhile than the bigger picture. She had to take a breath to extinguish the anger that sparked in her palm, curling her fingers into a fist to calm the tendrils licking at her fingers. Now wasn’t the time for her to lose grip on her emotions, not when she had come so far. Not when she still had so far to go.
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The interior was just as underwhelming as the exterior; torn pages tumbled across the broken floor, bats chittered way above her and the wind whispered past her as she strode in. It was every bit as ominous as she had been expecting and far too easy to slip into for such a historical gem. These ruins, the remnants of a temple that had once encompassed everything it was to wield magic, were now nothing more than broken bricks and bones that had been forgotten and left to rot. The War had almost wiped them out but, being such a stubborn race, the mages had lived on. Elodie still wasn’t sure if it had been worth it.
Her attention diverted when she heard a hiss ahead, eyes snatching to a podium that loomed invitingly in the shadows. She contained a smile as she realised that it was truly here, that she hadn’t wasted weeks of training and wondering for something that may or may not exist.
Sat atop the clawed podium, lay the large Grimoire; the runes and bolts of its cover shining dully in the cracks of moonlight that passed through the ruined roof of the temple. The hum of magic surrounding it cast an aura of ancient wonder and secrets that Elodie was almost relieved to feel.
With a weight falling from her shoulders, she advanced towards the book with a new purpose in her step. She had all but made it, fingers reaching for the book, when the doors that had shut behind her slammed back open with a triumphant bang.
She paused, heart hammering in her chest when she heard cat-like steps begin to tap across the floor. Her mind beamed with a memory she had long since forgotten. Those same steps had often caught her off guard in her younger years at the Guild.
A chuckle sounded, and she knew then and there who it was walking towards her.
She looked over her shoulder, jaw tight as she glared at the grinning man across the hall. His dark robes almost hid his features, but they were etched in her memory and, even in the shadows, she could make out his straight nose and hazel eyes.
“Orrian,” she spat with a malice she had long since forgotten. Seeing him was harder than she had imagined; all the betrayal and rage she had suppressed flared to the surface when she spied the arrogant smirk tugging on his lips.
“El,” he hummed, onyx robes brushing his ankles as he gracefully strode over the cracked mural on the floor. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
“It’s Elodie,” she corrected, hand curling into a fist at her side. Her magic pricked beneath the surface, the familiar electricity burning painlessly against her fingertips.
“Of course, it is,” he muttered, the hiss underlying his words clear enough for Elodie to know that he too had not forgotten the bad blood between them. “What are you doing here?”
“I hardly think that’s any of your business,” she snapped, turning her body to face him and obscuring the Grimoire from his view. “I should be asking you that. I thought the rats didn’t travel this far.”
She saw his jaw twitch at the comment and the flare in his eyes, but he kept it well contained. “I’m surprised they let you off your leash. Wanted to let you stretch your legs, like a good little lap dog?”
Elodie’s lip curled, not acknowledging the magic building in her palm as Orrian’s words sank deep into her skin. “I am not a lap dog.”
“Oh?”
The question was accompanied with a burst of flames aimed at her head. She would have rolled her eyes if she hadn’t been expecting that; Orrian had a quirk of testing mages at random when he had been back in the Guild. But this time, she could tell this was both a test to see how rusty she was and a release of pent-up anger.
Her hand raised in a flash of movement, extinguishing the flame with a burst of air. The magic in her veins bubbled against her skin as electricity crackled between her fingers, a smirk on her face.
“Flames? Really? How boring can you get?” She spat, steading her stance and trying to gauge his reaction. “Talk above novice.”
Orrian snarled. She knew how long it had taken him to master flames and he knew she was poking at a sore spot he’d had for years. “How about-?”
He was cut off when Elodie snapped her hand to her side, an electric wave crackling along the floor in retaliation. He jumped out of the way just as the shockwave passed, sparks singeing the edges of his robes.
Both mages stared at one another, once friends but now foe. Elodie knew this was bound to happen, that this was an inevitable encounter after leaving their friendship how they had.
But she was more than ready to face those consequences.
They both readied their stances and the magic began to soar around them in a blitz of sparks and flames.
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