one footed


Requested, thank you

“We’re like monkeys” Monty commented, a smile on his lips as he looked to see which branch he would take hold of next. “What better way to be but playful monkeys” you chimed, looking down at the boys as you had climbed the highest so far. “Besides with everything going on, we needed a little fun, even better it’s in our own way” you added, nodding confidently. “Exactly” Jasper replied, placing his foot and one branch, though it quickly gave away, leaving him wide eyed but still present. “I’m okay!” He assured you both, allowing you too sigh a breath of relief and also a small chuckle.

anonymous asked:

Omg I love your blog it's amazing i was wondering if you could write a headcanon of jikook Spiderman au I keep imagine jimin as Mary Jane and jungkook as Spiderman / Peter Parker I think it would be soo cute and cool Thx beautiful ❤️❤️❤️❤️

hiii! thank you so much! i’m warning you tho, even tho i like spiderman i don’t know much about mary jane as a character. i’ll do my best! Also I’m making namjoon the uncle (get it? aunt mae, uncle joon?). Also once again, bc i’m just this way, i’m aging them up to college instead of high school. (you can picture flash as whoever you want but i’m just gonna call him flash). 

PS - i hope you’re not expecting a lot of action. i can’t write that stuff at all, forgive me. it’ll just be a lot of corny romance.

+ “Jungkook what the hell is going on?” Namjoon said. Jungkook froze, one foot on the window sill, half his body outside already. He’d been caught. 

+ “Just going to the store,” Jungkook lied. He knew Namjoon wasn’t going to believe that. The man was oblivious at times but not at all stupid. 

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anonymous asked:

Hey! There's this super sad but really good fic for anybody looking for serious Steve feels. It's called "One Foot in Front of the Other" by HartwinMakethMan, and I just can't recommend it enough if you want hurt/comfort and Steve's PTSD. Heed the tags though!!

Thank you for writing in!

One Foot in Front of the Other by HartwinMakethMan

Bucky was home– he’d shown up at Steve’s suite in Stark Tower fresh off his HYDRA Revenge Tour several months ago. Since then, swamped with rehabilitating the former Winter Soldier, people had mostly stopped worrying about Steve. He was doing better, really. He was. Just ask him, he’ll totally tell you the truth. He’s really fine.

So, that’s what everyone goes with. Maybe it’s just easier to believe him rather than look for all the signs to the contrary.

Until, after Bucky has mostly reclaimed himself– his mind, his body, his memories– a perfect storm of conditions hits the Tower and forces a few things to light about Steve and his less than satisfactory coping mechanisms.


You’d been with Joe and the rest of the so called ‘claimers’ for over a week now since being split up from everyone when the prison fell to the governor and his group. They’d destroyed everything you’d all built up, it was a safe place for Judith and he’d ruined it all. You’d escaped on your own, after trying to follow Daryl, but you’d lost him and just carried on walking until someone had grabbed you from behind and shouted ‘CLAIMED’. It had scared you to death, then Joe had come into view and talked the man down who was gripping onto you.
“One foot wrong, and we all take a piece of you,” he’d threatened. You wanted to try and escape so badly, but if caught, you knew what would happen, and it’d be worse than death. A least you had water and some leftover food from what they didn’t eat. Every night you cried yourself to sleep thinking about Daryl as one of men would come over to you and hurt you. You should have told him how you felt back at the prison, at least that way you could die without having any regrets.
You were all walking along the road when the men ahead of you spotted someone laying on the floor. They surrounded the figure as you hang back, not wanting to be a part of what was about to happen. After a short conversation the figure gets up and they talk, then must come to some arrangement as he nods towards Joe. He introduces him to the group, then they make their way over to you.
“And this pretty little plaything is (Y/N). You can have your turn when you earn some brownie points. For now, you can make sure she doesn’t leave while we go huntin’,” he grins.
“(Y/N),” Daryl breathes as he looks up at your face.
“Oh! You two know each other! Well that’s just great. Did you have a go on her before we found her? You must have done, I mean look at her,” he laughs, “you two sit tight now, but no touching, we’ll be back in a bit.” He leaves you both with their supplies as they walk into the forest to check their traps for food. Daryl steps towards you and stretches out his hand.
“No. Don’t. They’ll… punish me,” you cower.
“What did they do to ya?” He asks, worried about your behaviour.
“I can’t say,” you whisper, scared that someone’s listening.
“Then just nod or shake yer head,” he says as he starts listing off things. You indicate which ones they did to you and he gets angrier and angrier then more you nod to.
“(Y/N), I’m so sorry,” he says, tears welling up in his eyes and slowly falling down his cheeks.
“I want to go home,” you whimper as he stands there, desperately wanting to wrap his arms around you and never let go.
“I’ll get ya there. I promise,” he sniffles. He looks at your terrified face and he way your body seemed to fold in on itself as some form of protection. He thinks back to the prison, how you’d do chores together, how you managed to bring him out of his shell little by little. Your hands that used to pat his back or give him a hug unexpectedly now hug yourself, gripping so tightly that your knuckles are white. He’d fallen so hard for you, and had gone to tell you countless times before, but always bottled it. Things could have been so different if he hadn’t been a coward about it all, you could be safe with him instead of in the hands of these monsters.
“You can’t promise that.”
“I can.”
“Well I hope you two have caught up. We’ve got a place for the night, lets go. You’re mine tonight, remember?” Joe looks at you seriously and you nod. Daryl’s fists instantly ball up, knowing exactly what he was going to do. You all walked to the small unit they’d found and you separated yourself as you were meant to so the men could have privacy with you. Once everyone had settled into their spaces, most fell asleep, but Joe headed outside for a cigarette before seeing you. Daryl grabbed his crossbow and headed over to you. He places his hand gently on your shoulder and you knew it was him and not one of the group. You turned over and he put his finger up to his lips, then took your hand and helped you up.
“This way,” he whispered, leading you to a back entrance that had been hidden by boxes. You exit and run, not looking back once to see if you were being followed or not. When light started breaking through the clouds, you finally slowed down to take in your surroundings. There was a small town not too far ahead, so you carried on to find some shelter. As you got into one of the houses and checked it for walkers, Daryl came and sat down next to you on the floor, handing you some water and a cereal bar.
“Ya okay?”
“Yeah,” you lie. You move over to sit in between his open legs and carefully pull his hands to wrap around yourself. Finally you felt some glimmer of hope that everything would be okay. He rests his head on your shoulder and instinctively kisses your neck. You sit up quickly and turn to face him.
“I’m so sorry,” he says, scared that he’s upset you, “I didn’t- I just-” you smile softly, some colour finally coming back into your face and lean into him, kissing his cheek lightly. You then resume the position you were in before with his arms around you, now both happy in the knowledge that you felt the same about each other.
“Well this is sweet and all, but you have something that belongs to us Daryl. And we can’t let this go unpunished,” Joe suddenly shouts from behind you. You both scramble to get up from the floor as someone grabs you from behind and clamps his hand over your mouth, dragging you out of the house and into a van.
“(Y/N)! NO!” Daryl shouts as he starts getting punched. You’re locked in the van and hear mumbles voices as the group come out of the house without Daryl. There’s blood on their hands and you fear the worst and begin to cry. The van drives off quickly and you see the shadow of someone hobble out of the house. You hope and pray that it’s Daryl and not a walker. You all stop at a gas station for the night and you sit there wide awake as one of the men come up to you.
“You’ll forget about him soon darlin’, trust me,” he sneers as he undoes his belt. Suddenly an arrow flies through his head and he drops to ground in front of you. You put your hand up to your face so as not to make a noise, and see Daryl limping over to you. Jumping up, you take the arrow out of the man’s head and hand it back to Daryl, then put a hand up to his face gently as you look at his cuts and bruises.
“I ain’t lettin’ ya go that easy,” he mumbles, leaning his forehead on yours. After a swift kiss on your lips, the turns around and takes out the other henchmen. He then stands over Joe and as he wakes up, Daryl punches him over and over again as Joe begs for mercy.
“Ain’t no one savin’ ya after what ya did to her,” he growls as his fists pound into his skin. You place a hand on Daryl’s shoulder when Joe stops talking and starts gurgling, and he gets up to walk away. As he picks up his crossbow a shot rings out and he turns to see you standing over Joe’s body with a gun. Daryl wraps an arm around you and leads you out of the gas station and to the van where you both get in and drive off in silence. Once at an isolated barn, Daryl gets out and checks the place over, then parks the van inside and barricades the door. You get out and walk around to where all the supplies were left in the back, picking up a first aid kit to clean Daryl’s wounds. He sits on a bale of hay and you sit next to him crossed legged, taking an antiseptic wipe and softly running it over his cuts on his face. A couple of plasters later, he nods a thanks and you smile at him.
“Thank you,” you sigh.
“Don’t, I shoulda protected ya from the start,” he says, hanging his head in shame.
“None of this was your fault Daryl. None of it,” you say defiantly.
“If I’d have told ya before about likin’ ya, it would’ve been different.”
“Yeah, and if I’d have told you, it would have been different too. You saved my life today, and that’s all that matters,” you say, starting to cry, and pulling his head into your shoulder as he starts as well. You kiss the side of his head and he looks up at you, then takes your lips with his. It’s slow and meaningful, love emanating from your bodies.


Runs In The Family - A playlist about Zoe Murphy, about a destroyed relationship between you an some one you used to look up to, and about healing your wounds after it all


Bad Sun (Moon Version) - The Bravery 

Swan Dive - Waxahatchee

The Thunder Answered BackEskimeaux

Wake Up - R.L. Kelly 

Speaking In Tongues - Arcade Fire

Runs In The Family - Amanda Palmer

Breaking Away -Ratatat

Hero - Regina Spektor

One Foot in Front of the Other Foot - Emilie Autumn

Absolute Lithops Effect - The Mountain Goats

Listen on 8tracks here (x)

A few hours passed as they talked, the conversation ended up coming to an end with asking about lunchtimes. 

“Yeah my twin brother and I do, maybe we could all sit at lunch together sometime? We have 2nd lunch.” He said flashing a devious but charming looking smile. 

“I have 2nd lunch too… it sounds like a deal!” Aaryn said shifting from one foot to the other.

TalesFromTheFrontDesk: "Dances-On-Stains" a QA tale

Our brand’s QA inspections included the whole ownership and management team in the walk-throughs and I remember one QA visit when our GM pointed urgently to an unexpected stain on the carpet as we entered one of the rooms for assessment. Our Sales Director immediately planted himself on top of it so it couldn’t be seen by the assessor, then refused to budge as the room was inspected.

This became especially awkward as, with so many people in the room, the inspector and others had to dance around him to perform the inspection. At one point he was forced to shift one foot off the spot to cover it with the other foot, and then switch back again and those who had seen the carpet stain and knew what he was doing started to giggle.

Then, because he was a very funny man and now had a captive audience, our DOS started to find other (real or imaginary) flaws in subsequent rooms, posing himself amusingly in front or on top of them while looking exaggeratedly nonchalant, leaving us to do whatever we could to try to stifle and/or cover up laughter. Whenever the inspector was facing him, he would act normally, looking thoughtful and nodding gravely.

The inspector knew something was up, but wasn’t sure what it was. He looked around at everyone, seeing frozen smiles and watering eyes and commented that we all seemed to be in a good mood, which caused more than one of us to go into a “coughing” fit.

We had to hold it all in until the inspector finally left to tally the scores, when several of us collapsed in hysterics, minus those who had missed the beginnings of it, and, puzzled, were left to look around and say “What? What’s so funny?” which of course made us laugh even harder …

By: personanondata

TAZ episode 2-6

I was listening to it while making dinner… and then got carried away playing video games afterward.

So I just finished the Here There Be Gerblins arc

We’re getting more of the roleplaying that I was hoping for, and seeing more distinctive personalities starting to form. Also I’m hearing more of the Taako voice that I’m familiar with. When he’s doing the Taako voice, I don’t have much of a problem, which is nice.

“Barry’s got one foot in the grave.” So I’ve heard.

Klarg is a darling. And I’m enjoying Killian quite a lot so far.

anonymous asked:

✆ Ciri

Rita didn’t know what to say about this. On one hand, Ciri is ridiculously attractive. But on the other, Geralt. But she heard she was an amazing lover… so, what to pick? As she thought, Ciri stood there, weight on one foot and smiling in amusement. 


“Well, there’s several factors here…”

“How many are about Geralt?”

“All the negatives.”

“Well, if he can shag sorceresses, so can I! Besides Philippa, I think you’re the only one in the lodge still alive he hasn’t fucked. I would be honored to be your first witcher.”

“Oh, you wouldn’t be my first.” Ciri clearly hadn’t thought about that.

“First girl witcher, then!” 

“Mm, more like it? Still…”

“Geralt will never find out.” Having to talk about this was definitely a buzzkill, but Ciri felt staring at Rita’s tits as she talked was fair compensation.

Rita weighed her options. If Geralt wasn’t in the picture, she’d fuck her in a heartbeat. “I would love to. Your place or mine?”

“What’s wrong with right here?” They were in a forest, and before she could really answer, Ciri was kissing her. 

“That sounds like my place, hmm?” Ciri nodded and off they went.

“My God, Will Graham, if I didn’t know better I’d say you seem to be actually enjoying the predicament we’re tangled up in.”

“Keep using more puns, for once I’ll let them slide since I can’t get away.”

For @avidreadr2004 & @hannibalsimago requesting the pups tangle our murder husbands after chasing a squirrel <3

happy pride month to every closeted wlw. for whatever reason, you are so valid. you belong in this community just as much as anyone else. i hope one day you are in place where you can safely and openly be who you are. here’s to you.


so i drew equius putting vriska’s robo-arm together and figured i needed to do tav too! so here he is. (i got a little carried away lmao)


Twelve Days of Twelve: July 18th: Team TARDIS

A relationship in all its forms, in the combination of a passionate and powerful Time Lord and a young woman so very similar to him.

Joseph Christiansen Secret/Cult Ending Manuscript

I went digging through the Level 18 gibberish and sorted out all the dialogue into a manageable manuscript if anyone is interested in reading this secret wild ride. None of the dialouge is labeled so I did my best to interprete who was saying what so any mistakes are my bad. It took a few hours to put together but I felt like some people would like more than just a summary so here is the full text:

MC will be short for Main Character or your player.

Level 18- Joseph Bad Ending or True Ending ( Who knows? )

This appears to take place after MC and Joseph Christiansen engage in sex in the yacht, except you don’t wake up to what you expect. This takes place in Cult_Dungeon1.

(Photo Credits: jaalsucksdick)

START: You’re A Monster

MC: 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? That’s what matters… . Well, we all have each other. I guess time will tell, right? Better get up and greet the day.

Am I tied up?! What the hell?! How did I get here? What’s going on?! Joseph? Anybody? You’re probably just dreaming. Why would there be a… Don’t panic… . 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 barely make out any features. I can see someone at the end of the hall. It’s just a shape! Who’s there? Can you untie me?


It’s a personal guarantee. A verbal handshake.


Please, I don’t know how I got here. I think there has been a mistake

Trust, if that’s what you get off on- [???]


You trust me, right? I mean, why wouldn’t you?


You’re into this kind Joseph?! Jesus, what is this? Are you into this kind of thing? I wish you’d have warned me.


Hah! Ha ha!


Goal oriented, anchored by family. The rock in a shallow sea. I had a whale of a time last night. I always liked you, [INSERT PLAYER NAME]. 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? You’re not in a joking mood. I get that.



His voice is different. This whole situation is different. The way he’s talking-


That one’s good-

Dastardly? Sadistic? It can be both. Throw another one in there. Wrathful.


Wait! How did he-!


I’m very perceptive. A good listener. I heard all those impure thoughts, [INSERT PLAYER 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?  Well, hi. My name is Joseph. I have an alcoholic whore wife, whose life I destroyed. You used to be a lot more fun.


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.

[INSERT PLAYER 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, [INSERT PLAYER 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 [INSERT PLAYER NAME]!


How did nobody notice a dungeon underneath the town? Somebody would have had to.


Everyone who figured it out, that is .. All dead..

And it’s not a dungeon. Dungeons are for old castles and twelve year olds. This place is how would I describe … 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.


[INSERT PLAYER NAME] 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.


You’re insane.



How many couples have I pushed to divorce? How many wives and husbands have I hunted in the dark?


Wait! Amanda’s Mother/Father- 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.

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.


I don’t understand.


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, [INSERT PLAYER NAME], 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. A beautiful nightmare, wouldn’t you agree?


This is a nightmare.

Joseph (or Self Reflection?):

All along you’ve been living a dream, Daddy.

Now it’s time to wake


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, [INSERT PLAYER 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 marriage


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 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 as 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 or 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.



Dad! Where have you been?! Are you okay? I tried calling you like thirty times!




What happened? Did the boat break down or something?

MC: 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?



Do I have to answer this? My birthday? Dad, really?



I have seen a lot of weird stuff today, Amanda. Humor me

Amanda Demon (AmandaDemon):

… It’s My birthday …

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 aromatic 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 wall 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? Mary! 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 [INSERT PLAYER NAME] 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.


[INSERT PLAYER 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 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.

[ Mary_noblink ] [ Joseph_pain ]



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’ve 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



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?



Hey, sailor. Mary turns to me and holds out a hand. 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 laughing sfx


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, what’s your birthday?


Dad, did you forget again? Remember? 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? It’s March 22nd.



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?



Nobody’s seen him since. They found something in the Yacht wreckage. Some documents that showed he was embezzling funds from the church. Wait There’s a detective here who has been waiting to talk to you. He’s nice but he’s drinking all of our coffee. Lemme go grab him.



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.


[ Missing Dialouge?? ]

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, {INSERT PLAYER 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 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.


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.

Get some rest. But if you’re not doing anything later, maybe you give me a call out.