My parents: Hey, so we're going to one of our friends' places, and your sibling is out with friends too. So you're basically home alone.. Just make sure the door is locked and don't set the house on fire. Bye.
Me: *hears the front door lock clicking in place*
Me: *Slowly comes out of my room, looks around, looks out through the window to make sure that my parents have left*
Me: *sighs* Haa... Finally home alone!!
Me: *Goes around the house closing windows and curtains, turning off the lights and making sure the front and back doors are closed*
Me: "Now I can do whatever I want!!" *smiles mischievously*
Me: *Starts the TV and turns the volume up to maximum*
Me: *Watches YouTube videos on Laptop without Headphones*
Me: *Listens to music on speakers*
Me: *Simultaneously does karaoke in the worst high pitched voice possible*
Me: *Dances in the living room knowing that I can't dance*
Me: *Takes a comb and pretends to sing rock music on the stage in a wild concert*
Me: *Rolls around the house while sitting backwards in a moving chair* "I'm a superhero!! Fear me bitches!!"
Me: "Goes near the mirror and screams* "It's disgusting to be related to you!!"
Me: *Tries to recreate viral dance videos on the internet and runs out of breath without being successful*
Me: *Pretends to be playing guitar jumping on one leg while vigorously moving head up and down along with mimicking guitar sound* "Na na naa naa!! Na na naa naa naa!! "
Me: *Finishes all the snacks present in the kitchen and searches for more*
Me: *Lies on the floor and moves my limbs around pretending playing in the snow*
Me: *Moves around doing a couple dance with an old shirt and pretending to be the main character of a romantic movie while lovingly staring at the shirt as if it's my lover"
Me: *Jumps from the sofa and climbs onto another counter while yelling* "The floor's lava!!!"
Me: *Does somersaults on the floor while yelling* "Cannonball !! "
Me: *Takes a tour of siblings room* "How does this asshole have so many of my things hidden away!?"
Me: *Plays football with the cushions from siblings room*
Me: *Hides random things from various rooms in the house to save for later use*
Me: "One last song then I'll go in my room and pretend to be laying around.. It's around time they come home anyway.. "
*Hears the door open just as the song's about to come to an end*
*Slowly turns around to see my sibling standing in the door, looking at me with wide eyes*
Me:
Sibling:
*Sibling slowly turns around, closes the door, slowly moves towards me.. *
Me:
Sibling:
Me:
Sibling: "... Can I... join you?"
Me:
Sibling: "Pretty please??"
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came across this post about Daniel Cross time traveling and kidnapping young Desmond and Lucy https://www.tumblr.com/teecupangel/720599469635371009
and I'm a sucker for the trope of villains who come to take care of a child in some shape or form and because of it go through a redemption /become slightly less evil arc so what if Cross's refusal to put Des in the animus starts as "if he goes into the animus the Desmond that killed me will come back" but as he spends time with Des it shifts to "you want me to put my son child I kidnapped into the same machine that drove me crazy??? no way in hell"
Okay. So the link above actually has added ideas by @fancysteawberrybeard in this post (And their additional ideas really strikes what you’re looking for, nonny).
I've been debating if I should post the additional idea I have because I'm not sure if my idea is okay... Anyway, if you prefer to keep it on the side of 'dysfunctional fake family au' with a possibility of a happy ending, then this is not what you're looking for.
This goes straight to bittersweet ending or downer ending depending on who wins and who you're rooting for XD
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Desmond doesn’t understand what had happened.
His last memories were the pain of burning from the inside as he activated the device.
No.
It was talking to Clay in the Gray...
Finally agreeing to his plans...
Then…
He was somewhere he didn’t recognize, being shaken by a man who looks too similar to Daniel Cross to be a coincidence.
“Desmond? Desmond! Can you hear me? Do you know who you are?”
Does he know who he is?
What kind of question was that?
He was Desmond Miles.
He had always been Desmond Miles.
“Daniel, give him some space. He might be in shock.” A woman with black hair and…
Does he know her?
No.
He didn’t.
But she called the man in front of him as Daniel.
And…
Desmond looked down at his hands.
They were smaller.
His tattoo was gone.
And the calluses weren’t as bad as they were when he left the Farm when he was sixteen.
That reaction must have meant something to the one named Daniel because his hands on Desmond’s shoulders tightened slightly.
His voice was void of any emotion as he asked, “Desmond Miles. Do you remember me?”
Desmond raised his head and stared at the man in front of him.
There was fear in his eyes.
And…
Grief.
Desmond didn’t understand why but he knew the answer to the question the man had asked, “Daniel Cross.”
There was a beat before Desmond added, “Traitor.”
Cross’ expression turned into a kaleidoscope of rage, sorrow, grief and fear. Desmond’s instincts kicked in, and he slapped Cross’ hand before he could grip his neck and jumped back.
“Bring him back!” Cross screamed as he lunged for Desmond once more.
“Daniel, stop!” The woman screamed but Desmond ignored her, instead focusing on Cross. He had traveled back in time just as planned but something definitely went wrong.
But Desmond could think of that later.
All that mattered was that his body was still too young to take out Cross right now so…
Desmond ran towards Cross and slid between his legs, quickly skidding to the other side of the room. He quickly patted his pockets and felt a switchblade which he took out.
Where did he get the switchblade?
He doesn’t know.
It didn’t matter.
Desmond ran out of the room and threw the switchblade at the panel on the other side once the door had closed behind him, effectively short-circuiting the door and imprisoning Cross inside.
He blinked to activate his Eagle Vision and his eyes widened when he saw that Cross and that woman’s figures glowed bright blue.
Only to feel a sting on his temple that made him wince and when he opened his eyes once more, the woman was white while Cross was now red.
What…
No.
Desmond would have to think of what this all means later.
He needed to get out of here…
He wasn’t safe here in Abstergo’s facility…
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24 hours later, Desmond’s face would be plastered all over the world with the name Desmond Vidic. A missing ‘child’ with a grandfather worried about him…
Clay knew what happened immediately and he had Desmond’s code phrase from their previous life added to Erudito’s list of accepted code phrases for their emergency hotline years ago when Clay had insisted that the hotline be created in the first place.
The mentor was amicable to most of Clay’s demands and, honestly, Clay knew that the mentor knew more than he was letting on.
He wouldn’t be surprised if the mentor had a POE in his possession that let him see ‘the future’ or something similar like a book of prophecies written by someone who had studied the Apple for a long time like Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad.
At this point, Clay wouldn’t be surprised by anything.
Not even by a hooded figure appearing in his office without tripping the many security alarms and the patrols.
Clay simply raised his head and greeted, “Hey. I thought you’d use the emergency hotline.”
“Didn’t think it would already be up.” The hooded man replied as he pulled his hood down. Clay recognized him immediately.
Hard not to.
Since his missing poster has been shown everywhere by this point.
“Clay…” Desmond stared at him as he asked, “What the fuck happened to me?”
“Take a seat first, Desmond.” Clay suggested as he nodded at the not that comfortable chair on the other side of his desk, “We have a lot to talk about.”
Desmond sat down almost immediately and Clay felt a sense of relief knowing that Desmond still trusted him.
Well…
Clay wasn’t sure how far that trust went considering this entire thing was pretty much happened because Clay didn't think of the possibility that…
“When he used the Calculations to travel back in time, Daniel Cross hitched a ride.” Clay started, “This is only a guess but the plan was for the two of us to remember everything but, because he was with us when he returned to the past, something went wrong with the transfer.”
“You have a ‘closer’ connection to him than I do and that’s why you were hit instead of me.” Clay continued, “From what I can figure out, he remembered everything when he was put in the Animus the day my transfer was completed and you… your memories were locked as well.”
“And the Animus was the key to unlock it.” Desmond realized, making Clay nod. Desmond stared at him quietly for a moment before he asked, “What did Cross do, Clay? Did he kidnap me?”
“He kidnapped you when you were eleven and…” Clay’s voice softened as he said, “I’m sorry, Desmond. Cross killed your parents the day he took you.”
Desmond grew quiet and Clay knew that the man would grieve for them. He had spent so many years (decades? Centuries?) planning on how to change his past. How he could fix the broken parts that the Miles had… Or, at least… try to do something, anything, to change their family for the better.
“Clay.” Desmond’s expression was blank but his eyes glowed with fury and Clay knew…
He knew…
The time had come to finally break the chains that kept this timeline on the course that the Isus have laid out.
“Contact the current mentor.” Desmond ordered, “We’ll do as we discussed before.”
“We’ll start our own purge.”
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