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.:Dream Daddy:. Robert x Dadsona "Tattoo"

Spoilers for Dream Daddy!!! Dream Daddy is an amazing game with beautiful art, clever dialogue, and lovable characters. I really recommend you check it out if you haven’t yet. This fanfic will have your personal dadsona with Robert; I tried my hardest to type this fic so it could work for any and all dadsonas, although there may be some exceptions. This fanfic is assuming you got an S rank on all dates with Robert, and you ended up with the good ending for him. (This means that you got 100% stuff correct when dating him). I tried my best to do the game justice, so I hope you enjoy. Thank you. (Be warned! This is a One-shot, meaning it only has one part and it’s finished, but it’s pretty long!) Since I can’t possibly know what name you gave him, your dadsona will be referred to as “(d/n)”, which stands for “dad’s name”.

(Besides the heavy spoilers, this fan fiction contains a head canon to Robert and Joseph's relationship, and Joseph's involvement in his cult)

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"And what's this one from?" I asked softly as I gently traced my finger along the small scar on Robert's chest.

"Unicorn".

I laughed "Oh boy, can't wait to hear this story. I didn't know you had beef with a magical horse!".

Robert and I were laying together in his bed, the both of us shirtless and pantless. After a full day of spending time with one another, we decided to just relax in bed almost completely naked. It was way nicer to lay together in just our boxers; I loved the feeling of Robert's skin against mine. As we laid there, I pointed out the little scars on Robert's chest, asking him how he got them. Of course, he just made up stories for all of them, which to be honest....I really enjoyed. I loved hearing Robert's improve; it was really impressive. We've known each other for months, so I was always able to tell when he was lying. ...I mean joking. I've even started to pull some of my own improv tricks!

"Betsy and I were sitting together at the park at night, right at the edge of the woods. I was carving, ... simply enjoying the stars...when Betsy started to growl at something".

I smiled gently as I rested my head against Robert's bare shoulder, closing my eyes and enjoying the crazy origin story of just one little scar. I blushed faintly as I felt him start to stroke my hair as he spoke "...and as I got back on my feet, Betsy chased the unicorn halfway into the woods. When she came back, she had the its horn in her mouth! I've kept it ever since".

I looked up at Robert with a smirk and a raised brow "Oh really? Can I see it?". Robert smiled slyly "Hmm...I don't know...you've gotta be pretty special for me to show that to you". I jokingly whined "Awww...c'mon, Bobert~". He responded with a playful glare "I told you not to call me that". I giggled "C'mon, Bobert. We're literally laying naked together".

Robert chuckled with a roll of his eyes "Alright, alright. But tell no one" he then reached into a drawer sitting next to the bed; it was where he kept all of his wood carvings. He pulled out a long and slim piece of wood that was carved to look like a unicorn horn. Like always, it looked really awesome and very well done. "Wow...that's...beautiful!" I grinned and nuzzled Robert's neck, gently kissing the crook of it "You're so talented" I purred softly. He blushed at the compliment and sat the fake unicorn horn aside, wrapping his arms around me "I couldn't have done it without Betsy". I smiled widely, just enjoying the warm snuggles with bad dad.

I opened my eyes and remembered something "Hey," I spoke in a soft tone "When did you get this cool hand tattoo?" I asked, gently holding Robert's left hand. I've never questioned that tattoo until just now; I'm not sure why... I guess it never occurred to me. When I thought about it, it got me really curious.

Robert pulled his hand away, and I looked up at him in confusion. His expression was....very serious all of a sudden "Uh...a couple of years ago" he replied, definitely not lying....which was weird for him. I raised an eyebrow "What does it...mean?". He frowned, and I stared at him in surprise "Nothing" he grumbled, sounding uncomfortable. Now that was definitely a lie....but, it wasn't a made up story. When Robert 'lies' to me, it's only ever when he's making up some outlandish tale using his improvisational skills.

"Really? ...that's it?" I didn't know what to say....Robert hasn't acted like this since I first met him, which was almost half a year ago "It...just doesn't mean anything?". Then, out of nowhere, Robert pressed a deep kiss to my lips, gently pulling me close. My eyes widened in surprise, but they slowly closed as I melted against it. We laid there for a while just simply making out, until Robert pulled me on top of him and started to stroke my sides, eventually moving his hands down to the brim of my boxer briefs. I quickly pulled away, realizing what he was doing "W-Wait wait, Robert. Wait". He looked at me with an expression that held worry, but with a stern and serious twinge to it. I looked back into his eyes, giving him a concerned stare as I gently held his face "What's up with that tattoo? I know it's more than just a simple marking...I can tell by your expression".

He frowned again "I don't want to talk about it...". I sighed, feeling as if I was talking to Amanda. I didn't want to upset him, but I didn't want him to bottle up his feelings either. Alright, I'll just ask him one more time...and if he doesn't want to answer, I'll drop it. "Robert, are you sure? You know you can tell me anyth-".

"YES! I'm sure!" He interrupted me with an angered tone, glaring daggers at me. I looked at him in shock, feeling a painful feeling of hurt in my chest. He's...never talked to me like that before. This was the first time he's ever really gotten angry with me. I slightly moved away, feeling tears wanting to fall. Goddammit, I'm such a wuss... I felt bad; I didn't want to guilt-trip him or anything, I just couldn't help but feel awful.

As soon as he saw the tears, Robert's stone-cold expression instantly changed to soft "(d/n), I...I'm sorry...fuck....I shouldn't have..." He sighed stressfully as he pressed his hand to his forehead. I sniffled and wiped my eyes "N-No, ...I get it. It's okay. I'm a baby, I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel bad. I...I don't have a right to ask you that question".

"No, (d/n). You do have a right. I trust you....I love you..." Robert argued "I'm just...very sensitive about that tattoo". "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want...you can tell me later...or never. It's okay" I quickly said, not wanting to be a burden. "No, I'll tell you. But...how about I tell you tomorrow. I'm really tired...and I think this conversation would be better if we were dressed and clean". I felt an almost non-existent smile tug at the corner of my lips "O-Okay...you're right" I leaned close and gently kissed Robert's forehead, before laying back down next to him and snuggling close. He pulled the blankets over us and wrapped his arms around me "Love you, (d/n)" he whispered softly, wanting me to know that he wasn't mad at me. I hugged him close "I love you too, Robert".

The next morning, I awoke to the feeling of Robert's arm gently around me. He was laying on his stomach, facing me, and I was laying on my left side, facing him. I smiled lightly and stroked his hair, loving the sight of his relaxed expression. Robert slowly opened his eyes and looked at me, giving me a tired smile "Morning" he muttered as he rubbed his eyes. I sat up and got out of the bed, stretching my arms out with a yawn. Before I could say anything, Robert sat up and spoke first "You gonna get in the shower.... So I can tell you about my hand tattoo afterwards?" he asked with a sarcastic and snarky tone.

I chuckled in amusement "Yeah, if you don't mind" I replied with a grin as I walked towards the bathroom. Robert sighed softly and looked at his scarred hand as I left to shower. He gently rubbed the top of his hand with his thumb, just staring at the black tattoo for a moment.

His silence was broken when his Boston terrier, Betsy, jumped up onto his lap. Robert grunted in unexpected pain as the small dog panted happily and licked his face "G-Good morning, Betsy" he said softly as he pet her head "Guess that means I gotta get up" he sighed as he gently moved the excited little dog off of him and got up to get dressed. _______________

As soon as I got out of the shower and dressed myself, I left the bathroom to find Robert. He was sitting on his couch drinking whiskey while Betsy laid next to him, her head rested in his lap. I sighed softly and sat down next to him, lightly leaning against his side "We don't have to talk about your tattoo if you don't want. I just...don't want you to bottle up your feelings, ...or lie to me". Robert ran a hand through his messy hair "It's alright. I trust you, (d/n). I'll tell you". I looked up at him and then looked down at his right hand, observing the mysterious, minimalistic sun tattoo.

Robert took a sip of his drink, cleared his throat, and sat the glass of alcohol down on the side table. This is the kind of thing that he would do to get ready to tell a long fictional story that he called the truth, but I trusted him to not lie to me. Plus, I could usually tell when he was making something up anyway.

"When Marilyn, ...my wife, passed away, I was in a pretty dark place. It's... part of the reason Val and I started fighting".

My eyes lit up a little. Okay. He's definitely not making this up; he never jokes about Marilyn. I stayed silent, letting him know that I was not going to interrupt, and that I was paying attention.

"Everyone in the cul-de-sac wanted to help, but I usually just kept myself shut away from them. The only people I ever talked to or hung out with was Mary... and..." he sighed quietly "Joseph".

I raised an eyebrow, getting kind of confused. Robert always acted weird whenever Joseph was around, or whenever I mentioned him. I think he's really nice; he was one of the first dads I met in the cul-de-sac, and he's always been pretty friendly. Mary and Robert have both acted very strange around the blonde youth minister, and I've never known why. Mary is his wife! She'd always avoid him to go spend time with Damien in the graveyard or Robert at the bar.

"Eventually... Joseph and I... started dating" Robert admitted quietly under his breath. I looked up at him in surprise, assuming that he's told that to almost no one, maybe only Mary...or maybe not? "I...don't even really know if I actually loved him... I was just... so desperate to be in a relationship again, and... he did help me feel better about myself. Just by a little". Robert rubbed the back of his neck "But uh... after a while, we decided to split up. He's married to Mary, and... I shouldn't have been in a relationship at that time".

I looked at him with a sincere and concerned expression; I could sense that he was close to tears. We sat there in silence for a moment, before I finally worked up the courage to say something "I'm....um..." I didn't know how to word it; I didn't want to be rude or ignorant "I'm glad you told me, Robert, ...but...what does...that have to with your tattoo?".

Robert scratched the side of his face "Right...erm ..." he looked as if he was trying to figure out how to tell me "I got the tattoo from...Joseph. It um...was kind of like a symbol of our relationship" he said this with a bit of unsureness "I just don't like talking about it because...it....reminds me of the tough parts of my life".

Something about what he just said was fishy, but... I didn't try to argue or pry. I just, accepted what he said as the truth; I trusted him. "Well, thank you for telling me, Robert. I hope it made you feel better?" I said, worried that he was upset with me. I felt relived when he looked at me with a faint smile "Mhm, talking about it helped. Now I never have to talk about this stupid tattoo ever again" he replied, reaching over to his glass of whiskey and taking a sip of it.

I smiled happily and rested against his shoulder. For the rest of the day, we mostly just relaxed. We watched TV at his place for a while, before going out to eat. After spending the whole day together, I eventually went back home.

The next day, I got a message from Joseph on Dadbook while I ate breakfast. I smiled and checked my computer, seeing that he wanted to hang out. I love spending time with everyone in the cul-de-sac; ever since Amanda and I first moved here, I've become great friends with all my neighbors. I gladly told him that I'd love to hang out.

"Sure thing! Do you have a time and a place in mind?".

In just a few moments, Joseph responded.

"I was thinking noon would be a good time! That sound okay? I thought I could take you sailing".

I thought about my fear of the ocean, hesitating for only a moment. I shrugged and quickly replied.

"Yeah! Sounds great! Should we meet at the bay?".

"Sounds perfect! I'll see you there!".

I kept my warm smile as I finished up eating, looking at the clock to see that it was 9:15 a.m. There was still a couple of hours till I had to leave, so I decided to watch Long Haul Paranormal Ice Road Ghost Truckers to pass the time.

When the time came to go, I got myself ready, getting an unexpected message on Dadbook. I quickly checked my computer, expecting it to be Joseph. My faint smile faded when I realized it was Robert.

"Hey, (d/n). Mary and I are heading to the bar. Wanna come?".

I sighed, feeling bad that I had to say no.

"Sorry, I can't. I'd love to, but Joseph invited me to hang out with him. Maybe you and I can go cryptid hunting tonight?" I suggested, wanting to make up for not being able to hang out.

It took a moment, but Robert soon replied with a simple "Sure". I felt kind of bad, but I knew he'd have fun with Mary, so I felt good that I wasn't completely leaving him alone.

Right before I left, I messaged him a quick: "Love you". _______________

"I just needed to get away from the house for a while. The sea is always so relaxing; the calming waves, the oceanic fragrance, and even the seagulls" Joseph spoke smoothly as he looked to the cloudy, blue sky.

I smiled, the both of us sitting in lawn chairs on Joseph's yacht "True... but the whales...". Joseph let out an amused chuckle "Oh c'mooon, The whales aren't going to bother you! Just enjoy the beautiful sea!". I giggled "Maybe you're right. Thanks for having me, Joseph. This is a lot of fun!".

The religious dad looked towards me and smiled "Of course! You're my good friend, I'm always glad to have you". His eyes lit up, as if he had gotten an idea "Hey, there's some wine down in the bedroom of the boat. Think you could grab some glasses?". I nodded "Sure. Be right back" I got up and walked off, going down to the room Joseph was talking about.

I stepped into the room, seeing clothes strewn about around an untidy bed. There was a wardrobe full of different things such as books and boat-themed items, along with a coffee table that had a bottle of wine and some wine glasses sitting on it. Curious, I passed the table and stepped up to the wardrobe, deciding to do a little snooping. Okay, maybe 'snooping' isn't the right word.... Robert's antics has definitely rubbed off on me.

Searching through the shelves, I found some bibles, some ocean-aesthetic trinkets, and even some photos. I picked up the pictures and looked through them, seeing that most of them were just captures of the dads in the cul-de-sac, or Joseph and his family having fun. There was one photo that caught my attention though. It was a picture of Robert....wearing a very familiar blue sweater. I quickly realized that it was Joseph's...and this picture must've been from when him and Robert were dating. I instantly felt bad for looking through Joseph's stuff, so I quickly put everything back.

I started to leave the room, but I jolted in surprise when I slipped on an empty wine glass that was sitting on the floor. I fell backwards, letting out a shocked yell as my back slammed into the wardrobe, slightly shaking the wooden furniture. I fell to the ground, getting sore quickly "Ahg..." carefully standing up, I brushed myself off and nervously turned around, hoping I didn't ruin anything.

Something instantly caught my eye. I looked up to see an odd looking book sitting on top of the shelf. I raised an eyebrow, wondering if I should take a look or not. With curiosity getting the best of me, I reached up and grabbed the dusty ol' book, gently brushing it off. It had dark grey front and back covers with aged pages, and a black symbol on the front. It was the same symbol as Robert's hand tattoo...

I slowly opened the book, and a sudden dread encompassed me. I gulped and started to read the black text, realizing that it was Joseph's journal. It started off sort of normal, but...as I read on, everything just went downhill. There was a lot of talk about 'sinners' and their 'impurities'. I continued to read, seeing eventual information about....me? It was a recent entry too.

"(d/n); a great neighbor and an overall great person. He's truly a fine fellow, and I am glad to have him as a friend. It would be a shame to lose that. Hopefully he stays true and pure...I have faith that he will".

Getting uneasy, I stopped reading the paragraphs about me and skimmed through the pages, anxiously reading through the devious phrases and sentences. Did I mention how thick this book is? It's about the size of a Harry Potter novel. It seemed as if Joseph has had it for many years. As I got to the older pages of the book, I read something...horrifying. My eyes widened in fear, and my hands shook.

This book contained logs of information...and a part of that information was about everyone in the cul-de-sac. Reading it, revealed that...somehow...Joseph was the reason why all of the dads were single. It didn't say that word for word, but I was able to put two and two together.

Hugo's ex husband...Craig's ex wife Ashley, ...and...even Robert's deceased wife Marilyn. Joseph was the reason behind the divorces and deaths of all of the spouses of the dads! How was this possible?! Who is Joseph?! What is happening?? Is he some kind of cultist? Why would he do this? HOW could he do this? The book confirmed that he's definitely religious...but...he wasn't an ordinary youth minister. He's some twisted freak destroying the lives of my friends. Wondering why he would be doing such demonic things, I speedily read some more. In his writing, Joseph explained how Maple Bay is a "psychic beacon of unfathomable power" that "requires sacrifice". This was complete nonsense....I couldn't believe tha-

STEP...STEP...STEP..

I jolted, getting startled when I heard footsteps approaching. I frantically put the book away, scrambling to grab the wine and two wine glasses. I ran out of the room, immediately bumping into Joseph "J-Joseph!" I yelped in surprise, taking a step back.

He looked at me in confusion "(d/n)? What's the matter? What took you so long?". I shook my head "Uh, n-nothing. Sorry, I got uh, ...side-tracked with something....heh" I gave him a cheap smile, hoping that he would believe me "I um, was just looking around the room. I decided to take a quick peak at some of the books that you own! Very interesting information. A-After that, I stumbled upon some old photos of everyone in the cul-de-sac, it was really sweet!".

Joseph looked at me with a suspicious glare. Something about the way he looked at me terrified me. It's as if he was reading right through me...as if he was reading my mind. He suddenly smiled "Oh, well I'm glad you found my stuff endearing. I should've come down here with you, I could've shown you those things myself". Before I could reply, he took the wine bottle and a glass from my hands "But it's alright. Now c'mon, let's get back to enjoying the ocean with Jimmy Buffet".

I simply nodded with a nervous gulp, quickly following him back up to the deck. Once back up there, Joseph and I went back to sitting on our lawn chairs. He drank some of the wine, ...but...I drank none. I had an awful feeling of dread in my chest. I was sitting right next to a murderous cultist!

"Hey, ...(d/n). Are you still nervous about the ocean?" Joseph asked, having a...very odd tone to his voice. It almost sounded as if he was secretly mocking me, but...he had no reason to, so...I just told myself that he was speaking normally. Did he know? How could he know? There was no possible way that he could know that I know.

"Uh...y-yeah" I rubbed the back of my neck, leaning against the chair with a deep exhale "I'm uh, ...I'm okay though. I'm having fun. It's really pretty out today, and Jimmy Buffet is always nice to listen to".

Joseph simply nodded, and for the rest of our time together, we stayed silent at times, while only occasionally chatting. The conversations were always started by Joseph, and I always made them awkward, but...Joseph seemed to never take note of it.

Finally, after Joseph took us back to the bay and we said goodbye, I rushed home. When I got back to the cul-de-sac, I dashed to my house and hurried inside. I haven't been this scared in forever...I needed to tell Robert.

I logged onto Dadbook and quickly sent a message: "Robert, you need to come over now. There's something really important I have to tell you".

I sighed deeply as I sunk into the couch, thinking about how terrifying and confusing this whole situation was. This couldn't be real....it had to be some sort of joke, right? ...Right? As I thought about it...I remembered Robert's hand tattoo. I don't doubt that he got it from Joseph...but...was he lying to me? What does that tattoo mean? Does he...work with Joseph? I had no reason to believe this, but my paranoia got the best of me. What if Robert doesn't actually love me? ...What if it was just all a big setup created by Joseph?

I shook my head, not wanting to believe this. Robert has shared so much with me...and....we've done so much. Besides, Joseph was the reason Marilyn died! Why would Robert be on his side? Unless...Robert didn't know that Joseph was the cause of his wife's death.

After minutes of sitting by myself just thinking about everything, I heard a sudden knock on the door. I froze, obviously getting startled. I shakily stood up and walked over to it, thinking that it was Robert. I glanced to the ground, seeing an envelope sitting there. Someone must've slipped it in after knocking. I picked it up and ripped it open, seeing that there was nothing in there...except an odd, sweet-smelling aroma.

I inhaled, instantly regretting that when I started to feel light-headed. Losing control of my body, I dropped the envelope as my arms went limp and I passed out, collapsing to the ground. _______________

I awoke slowly, feeling that my face was pressed against a cold floor. I opened my eyes, seeing that I was in a dimly lit room made out of brick and stone. I looked up, seeing a wall with chains connected to it. That same wall also had a red symbol painted on it. It was the same symbol that was on Joseph's journal, and on Robert's hand. Panic quickly settled in as I looked down, seeing that I was all tied up. Ropes were tightly wrapped around my ankles, legs, and around my chest and arms, which were put behind my back. I could barely move.

"F-Fuck...this can't be happening...th-this can't be happening" I felt tears brim my eyes "Oh god...oh god...A-Amanda....Robert...fuck.." I laid my head on the ground, shaking as my tears dripped from my face. I stayed there for a while, before a voice interrupted my anxiety "(d/n) ...oh, c'mon...don't cry".

I looked up, seeing Joseph wearing a dark grey robe, something that a priest would wear. Such an article of clothing shouldn't be so menacing and threatening...but Joseph definitely pulled that off. "J-Joseph, p-please don't hurt me! I-I promise I wont tell anyone about this...".

Joseph chuckled "Oh, hush, you're being ridiculous" He smirked lightly "I really wish you didn't read my journal. Since you already know about this, I can't have fun explaining it all to you!" he shrugged "Well, I suppose you wouldn't be here if you didn't read my journal in the first place".

I sniffled "W-What? ...H-How did you know that I read your journal?".

"The same way I know you notified Robert before I slipped that envelope through your door".

My eyes widened "W-What?". 'Can he...actually read my mind? Holy shit...' I thought to myself, thinking that I was going crazy. Joseph snickered softly "Mind reading...I suppose you could call it that". I gasped "Oh god, Joseph...please...please let me go...you don't have to do this anymore". Joseph sighed "I'm sorry, friend. You knowing my secret makes it less of a secret, now doesn't it?". I stayed silent, ...not knowing how to respond.

"Now, if you'll excuse me... There are some things I have to attend to. Don't run off anywhere" Joseph stated as he turned away from me and left, walking up some stairs and closing a door behind himself.

As soon as he left, I laid there for a moment, wanting to be 100% sure that he was gone. After a short while, I fruitlessly shook around, attempting to free myself. I struggled as much as I could, soon just...giving up. It was pointless. "Th-This can't be it....there has to be a way to get out of here...I...I can't give up now" I sniffled "ahhg...what would Robert do?". Just then, my eyes lit up "Robert! Th-That's it!". I shuffled my hands around, trying to get them into my pocket. Ever since Robert first gave me that folding pocket knife, I've kept it with me. Thankfully, I still had the lucky knife. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the blade and unfolded it, turning it around to cut the ropes.

It took a while, but eventually, I was out of my restraints. I jumped up to my feet, getting a little dizzy in doing so. When I regained my composure, I hurried up the stone stairs and tried opening the door, realizing to my dismay that it was locked. I sighed stressfully, knowing now that I'd just have to wait for Joseph to return. Great.

There was a long hallway that I could go down, ...but...something about that just rubbed me the wrong way. Now, ...my only real option was to wait till Joseph came back so I could defend myself with Robert's knife, and then escape.

I sighed and walked back down the stairs, going over to the wall and sitting down against it. I hoped that I wouldn't have to wait for too long... I knew that just sitting in a cold room all by myself would drive me to want to sleep...but doing that would be suicidal; I needed to be awake for when Joseph came back.

I ran a hand through my hair, just staying quiet and in my thoughts for a long while. After what seemed to be hours, but could've just been 30 minutes, I started to hear footsteps. I clambered up to my feet as quickly as possible and held the knife up in a defensive pose, ready for anything to jump out at me.

I looked over at the hallway, hearing that the sound was coming from there. I kept my position, shivering slightly in fear and worry. Could I really defend myself? I've...never stabbed anyone before. What if they were too fast? W-What if-

The person approaching finally revealed themselves as they stepped out of the darkness of the hallway. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped when I saw that it was Robert. He looked tired and defeated. It was as if he'd been walking for a very long time.

"(d/n)!" He gasped. "R-Robert!!" I returned the gasp as I dropped my knife and ran up to him, giving him a tight hug. Robert wrapped his arms around me, holding me close "(d/n)....where were you?? You've been missing for a whole day...I've been so worried...". I looked up at him with tears in my eyes "I-It's Joseph. H-He brought me here. H-He was going to k-kill me!". Robert looked at me in shock. "Did you know that he was in a cult?! Did you lie to me about your tattoo?" I asked frantically, so many emotions going through my head; I couldn't think straight.

Robert sighed "I-I knew he was in a cult, but...I didn't know that he was..." he shook his head "Are you sure Joseph brought you here?". I nodded "Yes! I-I found a secret book hidden in his yacht...I-It had information about all of this! ...H-He..." I gulped "I know this might be hard to believe...b-but he's the reason the dads in the cul-de-sac are single. I read it with my own eyes...a-and he admitted it to me!".

Robert looked at me in disbelief "Th-That's not true. It...it can't be. Are you saying that he's the reason why everyone in the cul-de-sac divorced? Or...widowed?" he looked at me with an angered, but confused glare "What about...." he sighed "W-What about Marilyn?".

I felt my tears come back as I held him tighter "Yes...I-I am saying that. He admitted it to me!" I sniffled once again "H-He even admitted that...he's the reason Marilyn...d-died" I said quietly, almost choking on my words. Robert didn't know what to believe; I could tell that he didn't know how to feel. "J-Just, ...c'mon. We need to get out of here". I expected him to be furious, but I guess he was still in disbelief. I didn't blame him; this was all so sudden and confusing.

"W-Wait, h-how did you know where to find me? W-What is this place?" I asked hectically. "When I couldn't find you anywhere in the cul-de-sac, I asked around. Craig told me you could be at the park. I searched for hours, until I finally found a secret entrance in the woods. It led me to this...long hallway. I've been walking forever. I don't know how long" Robert responded, before grabbing my hand "C'mon. That doesn't matter. We need to-".

Just then, the sound of the door unlocking made us stiffen in place. It opened and closed, and Joseph walked down the stone stairs "Robert...I was just looking for you. I'm assuming you found the entrance hidden in the woods" he sighed "I've never liked that way...it takes forever to walk from the park all the way down to the cul-de-sac".

"W-We're under the cul-de-sac?" I muttered out, staying close to Robert.

Joseph shrugged "Sort of, but that doesn't really matter now. I have a job to do, and you impure sinners are in my way". Robert clenched his fists "What the hell is going on, Joseph?! Let us go. Now!". Joseph grinned "Oh, Robert... so simple minded. Don't you think that tattoo of yours means something? That was your opportunity to join me. When we broke up, ...I let you live. I thought we were still together on this" he chuckled devilishly "But now that my secret is out, I'll have to remove you both".

Robert stared at Joseph in shock "You fucking bastard. (d/n) said that YOU were the reason behind everyone's divorces... and even behind the death of some spouses. Is that true?". Joseph held his hands behind his back as he nodded "Yes, it was my job. I had to".

"You're the reason my wife is dead!? YOU'RE the reason my life turned into a fucking nightmare?!" Robert asked, pure fury in his eyes. Joseph nodded once again "Yes, Rob. I was pretty sure that I made that quite clear...".

Robert let go of me, pulling out his knife "YOU BASTARD! YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD!". I quickly grabbed Robert, not wanting him to kill Joseph. I didn't want to get into any trouble with the authorities when this was all over... Robert stopped, and Joseph suddenly grabbed the knife from his hands, before shoving me to the ground and pushing Robert against the wall. I groaned in pain as I landed on the hard, cold floor, feeling soreness engulf my arm and side.

I quickly looked up, seeing Joseph pinning Robert against the wall, the blonde cultist holding the knife to his neck. I panicked and quickly got up, throwing myself against Joseph "Leave him alone!!". Joseph hit the ground with a grunt of discomfort. He quickly shoved me off, swinging the knife close to my face. I winced in pain and held my cheek, feeling blood start to drip. As soon as Joseph got up to his feet, Robert grabbed him and harshly shoved him against the stone wall, keeping him there.

I stood up and adjusted myself, tensing up when I saw Joseph grip the knife in his hand "N-NO!". Before I could do anything, Joseph thrust the knife at Robert. Luckily, Robert noticed and let go of Joseph, trying to get out of the way of the knife. In doing so, Robert dodged most of the blade, but was still scraped pretty badly. He groaned in stinging pain, immediately holding his side, which was now bleeding, his jacket and red shirt torn. "R-Robert!" I rushed over to him, but before I could help, Joseph grabbed me and pulled me close, holding the knife up to my neck.

Robert froze, not wanting me to get hurt. "Just accept your fate, Robbie. Neither of you are getting out of here alive" Joseph threatened as he kept his hand over my mouth. Tears ran down my face as I stood as stiff as a statue, knowing that I'd definitely get stabbed if I tried to free myself.

"You two are required for the sacrifice, and I can't let either of you g- AHG!" Joseph let go of me and even dropped the knife when I bit down onto his hand hard. I quickly moved away from him, going over to Robert and tightly hugging him. He whimpered in pain, and I instantly backed off "O-Oh! S-Sorry...are you okay?". He snarled "Far from it".

Joseph growled angrily, swiftly moving to grab the knife he dropped, but before he could, Robert stepped on his hand, pinning it to the ground. Robert grabbed the collar of Joseph's robe and pulled back a fist "This is for my wife, my daughter... and everyone in the cul-de-sac" with that, he punched Joseph in the face, knocking him to the floor and making his nose bleed.

I panted heavily, not realizing I had a shortness of breath until just then. I grabbed both of the knives that were lying on the ground, folding them and putting mine in my pocket. "W-What are we going to do with Joseph...?" Before I could put Robert's knife away, he grabbed it from my hands.

"If it bleeds...we can kill it" He growled in response, pointing the knife at the bleeding, unconscious blonde. "Robert! Stop!" I said as I grabbed his arm "You can't kill him. We have to call the police". He pulled his arm away from me and grabbed the cultist.

I frowned "Robert! Think about It! Would you be any better than Joseph if you killed him? What would everyone in the cul-de-sac think? What about the kids?".

Robert's angered breathing calmed down as he stared at Joseph. "Can you really kill him? Look at him and tell me that you could actually end his---or anyone else's---life." I spoke softly, wanting to calm him down. Finally, he put the knife in his pocket with a sigh "No...I can't kill him. But I can sure as hell put him in jail. C'mon, we've gotta get out of here before he wakes up". _______________

It took some effort, but when we left the underground, it lead up to the inside of Joseph's home. We kept away from the kids, not wanting them to see what was happening. Robert found Mary and tried to explain everything to her as I called 911.

By the time Joseph woke up, the police were there and ready to take him away. As I explained to the police what happened, Robert was getting bandaged up by EMTs. Before everyone left, the cut on my cheek was looked at and simply cleaned and bandaged.

For the next few days, things were pretty rough in the cul-de-sac. It was obvious that everyone was uncomfortable with the situation. Mary had to look after her kids more often, but of course, I, or one of the older kids in the cul-de-sac would babysit if Mary needed time out of the house, which frankly, was quite often. Her attitude didn't seem to change much. To be honest, she seemed to be a little relieved. But of course, she felt somber for her kids.

I told Amanda through phone what had happened, and she came down to visit for a week, spending time with me, Robert, and the kids of the cul-de-sac.

After that week of stress, confusion, and worry, Robert and I went to the hilltop that looked over the city to relax. We sat next to each other on the back of Robert's pickup truck, staying silent while we just admired the view. Everything that had happened was so shocking...that we hadn't shared a normal conversation that entire week.

Feeling the need to say something, I finally spoke up "I'm...sorry all of this happened. I feel so awful...I...wish there was something I could've done". Robert sighed quietly and wrapped an arm around me gently, pulling me close "It's alright, (d/n). We've all been through a hard time this past week. But, ...it'll get better. You're the one who taught me that" he told me with a faint smile. I looked up at him and returned the loving look. I leaned close, our noses lightly touching "You're right". With that, I gingerly pressed my lips against his, and we both sat there kissing.

Robert smirked and pulled me up onto his lap, gently holding my waist. I giggled softly and wrapped my arms around his neck, moving in to kiss him again. As we kissed some more, Robert leaned back and laid in the back of his truck, with me still on top of him. As he moved down to start gently biting my neck, Robert ran his fingers through my hair, keeping me close. I smiled with a deep blush, leaning into the kisses and loving nibbles.

Robert sighed quietly and hugged me close "I love you, (d/n)...thank you for saving me...". My blush stayed as I felt warmth in my heart "I love you too, Robert. ...You've saved me too" I muttered quietly as we snuggled close, the both of us eventually dozing off to sleep in the back of the pickup truck. Everything was fine...we were together, and everyone in the cul-de-sac was safe. As the sun set, Robert and I stayed cuddled together, comfortably sleeping in the back of the truck under the stars.

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