#The Great Margarescue

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The Great Margarescue

The Fish

By: Brendon Cetinkaya (@cynergy-laughter) Word Count: 2102

You have been trekking through this new part of the maze for what seemed like 40 minutes before you lean on the wall and pant. You felt like you were walking on pins and needles, you look down and notice that your shoes were getting scuffed up and pretty dirty. God, and they were new shoes too… You feel chills going down your spine as you feel yourself being watched and that is never a good sign. You stood up straight and kept on walking further, soon you could see a small figure up ahead, leaning on the wall. You froze in your tracks as the figure turns his head to you, showing dark soulless eyes. As you took a step closer, you realize it was Chris, and got scared. You didn’t know what to make of why Chris was waiting for you.

“... Because I wanna show you something. Come with me.” Chris said as he crossed his arms, walking ahead. You were getting sick of the Christiansens being able to read your mind, but you reluctantly follow the kid deeper into the maze. There were many twists and turns, but luckily you were following close behind Chris, who was walking pretty fast for a boy of his leg length.

“... So, you and your siblings… What are you guys?” You decided to break the ice, in an attempt to  to better understand. But, you got as much out of Chris as you ever did in the past. So you decided to be quiet, until…

“We are basically demons.” He said, much to your surprise, “My brother and sister, they feed off of fear, which is why they try to freak you out before trying to eat you.”

“... What do you feed off of?” He asked, being leery of him.

“... That is for me to know, and you to find out.” He said, looking back at him as he keeps walking. You scoot a bit more away from him as you keep following, wondering where it would end, but then you both stop in front of another door, but this one had a fish insignia on it. You instantly thought of-

“Brian.” Chris finished your thought, “And watch your language.” You grumbled under your breath.

“So they are all here…” You look down at Chris, who stared up at the insignia.

“Go in, but you should know, this one is very heavy. Jospeh prides himself on this one.”

“Where exactly is Joseph?” You ask, tilting your head, but you suddenly saw the insignia glow a very bright teal. You open the door and went inside. But behind you, Chris gives a smirk, his blonde hair swooped over his hollow, dark left eye.

You open your eyes as you found yourself in the forest of the lake where you, Amanda, Daisy, and Brian went on the fishing trip. You walk down the path and pick up speed, calling out Brian’s name. You hope that Brian wasn’t in harm’s way, even though he is a competitive thorn in your side. You keep on running down the pathway to finally see a moonlit view of the lake. Out on the middle of the lake was a small boat, sitting in it was Brian, he was fishing and around the lake were groups of tents that had lamps lighting up the banks. Suddenly, some of the lamps start going out, and then some more, Brian looked up at the sudden lack of light.

“Well, it seems like his punishment has started.” Chris’s voice said behind you to which you jump behind him.

“What the?!” You jumped back, and almost fell into the water. “How did you get in here?!”

“You need to watch, not just fish are in the water.” Chris said, smirking.

You look at the water and notice some bubbles floating to the top, and started to go toward the boat. As whatever made those bubbles slowly advanced toward Brian, the lights on the banks extinguished more and more. Soon, you couldn’t even see the tents anymore if the moon wasn’t out. The bubbles increased in number and size as whatever made them rose to the surface. But, suddenly, giant squid tentacles rose from the water and tried to grab and wrap around Brian.

“A-Ah! Someone! Squid! Help!” Brian cried out to the shore.

“Shut up! There’s no squid in the lake, stop lying!” A voice cried out over Brian’s panic.

“Why don’t you kill the squid and brag all about it tomorrow?” Another snarkyt voice called out to which there was laughter going around.

“I mean it! Please! ACK! Get off of me! HELP!” Brain had tentacles wrap around his ankles, wrists and began to pull the boat a part.

“Dad, just stop!” Daisy’s voice called out, to which Brian stopped and looked over to where their tent was. “Your bragging about everything, your one-uping, it’s not gonna get you liked! We’re all sick of your constant competition.”

“Daisy… I didn’t know you felt that way… You know I don’t do it on purpose...”

“Well, it feels like it, and I’m not some prize that you can show off to others! So just stop it! The “Squid” can be your new daughter if you can’t!”

You couldn’t see Brian’s face, but your eyes are overflowing with tears. You learned something about Brian that you didn’t even know, you only went on his second date, but this had made you realize the truth. But your realization was cut short as you see the boat break and Brain being pulled into the lake with a yelp.

“NO!” You yell out, but Chris is chuckling.

“His pain makes me laugh, all of his competition just to be liked and admired, whatever happened to being honest?”

You look at Chris with shameful anger.

“What is wrong with you? We have to help him!”

“Why? Isn’t this what you wanted? Brian to be at his most vulnerable so you can stick it to him, to win against him at something. I always thought you were someone who wanted to take Brian down a peg, or ten.” Chris said, putting the blame on you, “If you think about it, it’s your fault.”

“What?” You blink and your eyes squint in distaste.

“Think about it, you’re just like those other people on the shore, not really seeing or even taking time to figure out why he does the things that he does. So you grow to despise him, even hate him.”

“I don’t hate him, he’s just a pain in the ass sometimes.” You try to justify, but then you realize what an ass you’ve really been.

“Yeah, let it sink in, and feel the pain in yourself, feel the guilt, anguish, and angst that you hold in the pit of your stomach and your heart… and season in it.” Chris said, licking his lips.

You were holding your head but then you heard the word “season” and you looked up slowly. “So that’s what you feed on, pain and anguish?”

“And cowardice. Nothing tastes better than a coward.”

You straightened up and were about to slap Chris, but then stop yourself, you don’t hit kids, you ruin their rep.

“Well, I guess I gotta fish Brian out of the lake.” You say, starting your puns.

“... What?” Chris really looked taken back.

“I reel-y don’t want him to die, so I gotta hook him up and get him back.” You said, taking your shirt and shoes off.

“... Oh god, you’re really doing this?” Chris asked, in utter disgust, he was a child with a ‘father’ who liked puns after all.

“I didn’t wanna be a salmon in feel pain like everyone, so I took the oppor-tuna-ty to fish up some courage, I don’t wanna be shellfish and not share the puns with you.” You were on a roll. A sashimi roll.

“GAH! Why did you have to think of that last one?! Make it stop!” Chris is holding his head and screaming out.

“Well shrimp, I gotta save that lovable ginger. If I die, tell Amanda I love her, and good luck in college. Well, later, crabby pants.” You say as you take out the knife and jump into the lake. When you jumped in, you left yourself sink, and paddled yourself to where Brian had been dragged under. You open your eyes and saw crystal clearly in the moonlit lake. You see Brian struggling against the giant squid as it tried to drown him. You swim over fast, holding tight onto your breath. It is weird to be underwater and try to use the knife, but if it works, you would certainly be glad to save Brian from himself. You got close enough and tried to cut at the squid, it connected, and some blood spilt out of the now angered Squid. You kept on cutting at the creature and tried to get Brian out of its grip. As you tried to get him free, one of the tentacles made its way toward you, you pushed up fast to make it back to the surface, get some air, and dive back down to finish the squid off. Your heart stopped when you see Brian let out his breath all at once and just stop fighting. You were frightened, but angry as you plunged your knife into the squid’s head, making it flail and swim away when you pulled the knife out, releasing ink. You swam over to Brian and pulled him up. You both come out of the lake, and onto the shore, and you pull Brian onto the shore and proceed to try and wake him up.

“Brian! Brian! Wake up, please!” You call out, then you put your ear onto his heart and didn’t hear a beat. “Oh no, you don’t! You’re not gonna go out that easily!” You tear up as you begin CPR on him. Chest compressions in the rhythm of Staying Alive, and then the kiss of life. Nothing. More chest compressions and another kiss of life. You keep it up, and eventually notice that the lake began to grow dark. “No! Brian! Please, you have to fight on! No one hates you! Sure you can come off as a bit intimidating, and proud, but you are just proud of being the father of an amazing girl like Daisy!” You say, tears flowing down from your eyes, your lips quivering as you keep up the CPR. “Please, Daisy needs you… I need you… I need you to help me loosen up and not feel so threatened and inadequate next to good people… no… good dads like you…” You catch yourself saying as you did one last kiss of life before you just stayed in the kiss, crying and just lowering your head to rest on his chest to bawl your eyes out. The darkness crept over Brian’s cold, wet body and began to enclose him, and you as well. Behind you, Chris crept up close behind you both, licking his lips hungrily as he closed in on his meal.

“Please… don’t give up…” You whisper as you kept crying, but then, you heard a thump of the heart, and then you heard a cough. You look up to see Brian coughing, and then he jerk forward and  cough out water which blew Chris and the darkness out of the room. And yes, Brian’s projections had become a room again. The spell was broken and you panted, holding your heart, but then ran over to Brian and hugged him close. “Oh my god! You’re alive!”

Brian was genuinely surprised at your hug, but then wrapped his arms around you back. “... Why? Why did you save me?” Brian asked.

“Because you are one of the many people that I care about, I’ve grown close to you and the other dads, and you all don’t deserve to be in this place…” You say, letting go of Brian. “Even if you do make my blood boil with the desire to finally beat you at something.”

Brian blinked and looked around. “Oh god… this place…” Brian looked down and frowned. “I hoped I’d never see this place again…”

“Wait, what do you mean, again?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. Suddenly the Rose crystal began to shine with a ruby red light.

“W-Well… I-” Brian was cut short by being teleported out of the underground, leaving behind a teal-colored crystal shaped like a fish, you sense there was gonna be a pattern here…”

“No! Brian! What did you mean?!” You call out, before revealing that you were now alone.

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The Great Margarescue Part 2

The Rose

By: Brendon Cetinkaya(@cynergy-laughter)  Word Count: 2135

(Reader’s Discretion is Advised: This contains scenes of horror, misgendering, and different various triggers. If you are easily triggered by misgendering, graphic horrific scenes, and scary situations, or are extra empathetic, this is not for you to read.)

You were running for what seemed to be hours, twists and turns kept on making you anxious because you felt like someone or something was gonna jump out and kill you. You pant as you near a crossroads passage and you look both ways and up ahead. You pant some more, thinking you heart was gonna jump out your chest and keep on running, thankfully you were a bit used to it because of Craig. But suddenly you stop breathing, why? Because you heard… a giggle. A tiny, sinister giggle, coming from both sides. You look to your left and saw Chrisitan, but he was smiling unrealistically wide and his eyes were pitch black.

“Come play with us…” He said chuckling menacingly.

“I’m sure we can have a lot of fun.” A higher pitched voice tittered to your right. You slowly and reluctantly look to your right and see Christie with the same smile and dark eyes.

“The harvest is coming…” They said in unison. You now felt dumb that you had made them play along with the lines you made them repeat, because in this situation, your nightmare was just beginning. They step closer to you, creating a pincer attack, leaving you with only two options, die, or run forward. They tilt their heads to the side, hearing their neck bones cracking and echoing in your soul as they stepped closer, you suddenly break into a run on the path in front of you, hearing them running behind you, their two pairs of feet echoing loudly over your heavyset Dad footsteps. Your head ringed with the hair-raising cackle that those two demons emitted.

“I’m sure we can tenderize his tired body before we feast~.” Christian voice echoed as you kept running.

“We can season him well… with SPIDERS!!” Christie shrieked the last two words that made her sound like a laughing witch, you were more terrified than the time you watched Poltergiest.

“We’re heeeEEEEEREEEEE…” They say in unison, great those two can read minds too?!

You kept on running and before long after a few turns, you saw a door with a rose insignia on it. You run to it, trying to twist the door open, looking back to see the two little children from down the lane running at you like they were from the Grudge. You finally open the door and went inside, shutting the door. From outside, the rose insignia shone red, and the two hellions hissed and bared their teeth, not going close to the door and eventually retreating…

Your eyes shot open and you jerk upward, feeling grass all around you. You got up and dusted yourself off, and took a look at your surroundings which was hard when the sun was in your face… wait, the sun? You shade your eyes and see that you’re in a garden, a garden of roses. Red, Yellow, Blue, Deep Violet, Black, White every color and hue of the rainbow, it was a sight to behold. You walk through the path, admiring the garden, but then suddenly got a thought about Damien. Oh god, please don’t let Damien be in here… You pick up speed, going through the rose garden, and you eventually hear someone humming. The song sounds very familiar as you race through the rose hedges. You keep hear the humming stop as you keep on going, and then there is an argument.

“Danni, why did you go through this operation?” A male voice asked.

“Terrence, my name is Damien, and I went through it because I wanted to be who I feel inside.” Damien’s voice said.

“What does our son think of this?”

“He loves me just the way I am, and he doesn’t need someone who was never there to tell him otherwise.”

“If you wanted to be… this... then why did you have a child?!”

“Because I wanted to have my own child before I transitioned.”

“But you were beautiful as you were born!”

“You don’t understand! I didn’t feel as beautiful as I do now. I am more confident now, and I don’t need you!”

“... Danniella, you think this will change anything? You always needed me to provide for you and Lucien. I was there for you.”

“Yes when I was still a woman, which I’m not anymore, so stop calling me Danniella!” Damien sounded like he was breaking down a bit. “You didn’t want to be with someone who would ruin your reputation, so you left.”

“... You’re a freak, and that’s all you’ll ever be. It doesn’t matter how well you’re off, or how you got to where you are, once a freak, always a freak… Danniella, why couldn’t you be a powerful woman beside a powerful man like me? Lucien needs a real man to call his father.” Terrence said, and with that, he sounded like he left Damien.

“... A real man would have stuck by to watch his son grow…” Damien muttered as you got closer. You happen upon the clearing where Damien sat. His eyes were glossed with tears as he started to cry. You stood there frozen in horror at what you were seeing.

“... Always a freak? I never thought I would hear that name again…” His voice quivered as tears kept falling down, vines and thorns crept over to Damien. “... It still hurts… I don’t know if Lucien ever saw the things I went through to make him happy, to give him a father he deserves… Maybe I’m not the father he deserves… Maybe I’m not the father he needs…” He said, but as he kept talking, his hair got longer, his features feminized, and his voice got higher. “Maybe he does deserve someone like Terrence… Maybe I should have just stayed how society was used to me as being… Something I used to be… Something I never wanted to be…” His tears kept falling down as the vines wrapped around his legs and went up his torso. It looked like the vines were giving him a corset, giving him a feminine shape, thorns making him bleed and then balled up over his pecs to give him the shape of breasts. Soon, he was wearing a Victorian-style dress made of thorns and vines. The vines wrapped around his hair to make a regal bun. Damien looked absolutely miserable, trapped, and wounded, but then there was someone else who walked up towards Damien.

“Hey mom,” It was Lucien, “Me and Dad are gonna go to a concert tonight, don’t wait up.” He said, giving Damien a white carnation before running back the way he came. Damien looked down at the flower and his lips quivered.

“... A white carnation… a woman’s good luck charm…” His tears flowed down his eyes as he hung his head as much as he could as thorny vines wrapped around his neck to make a choker, and that’s what is started to do. “A flower... befitting... a woman… like... me…” His voice started to strain as the vines started choking him, suddenly the garden slowly became darker. You snap out of your trance and run toward Damien. You smack the carnation out of his hand and tried to get the vines off of him, but it only choked him faster. You suddenly remember the knife Robert gave you. You pull it out and cut the vines from Damien, making the cut parts fall off of him, his features went back to normal as you kept cutting the thorns from him. Damien gasped hard and held his neck as he coughed and grabbed greedily for air.

“Damien, don’t ever think like that, you are a great father to Lucien, and I know for a fact that he loves you just the way you are.” You say as you hold his head and give him straight eye contact.

“... I don’t feel that way… He would be better off-” You cut him off in a hug.

“You got your house, your family and your friends all on your own, and that Terrence guy, he’s off in Rio somewhere only being a jerk for running out on his boyfriend and soon to be son. Now he has none of that, you wanna know why? Because he was threatened by you, he felt threatened when you showed just as much integrity and determination as a man, as the man you always felt like you are.” You stated, you were tearing up as well, the whole garden getting engulfed by darkness. “He could never ever amount to as much of a man as you are, he’s a coward. You said so yourself, a real man would stick by to watch his son grow. And Lucien needs you, you can’t give into this sadness, Lucien needs his father, you hear me?! Lucien needs you.”

Damien looked into your eyes, both your eyes and his eyes were getting misty as you notice cherry blossoms falling down slowly from the darkness.

“Y-You’re right, what am I thinking?... He does need me...” He asked, his hair billowing in the wind.

“Of course. Believe it.” You said, intentionally putting in that line to make Damien blush and start chuckling, and wrapping his arms around you in a hug, crying tears of relief, suddenly, cherry blossoms swirled around you both as the darkness lifted and revealed a similar room to what you were in. You were still holding onto Damien as the surroundings changed, and when you left the embrace, you looked into each other’s eyes and tears fell. The crystal around your neck was glowing as you and Damien embraced each other.

“Thank you…” Damien said to you, his voice shaky as he glowed and disappeared in your embrace. You blink as all you hugged was the air. You feel yourself and notice the crystal was gone. But as you looked around, you noticed there was another crystal that had a rose-like shape.

“What the heck is this?” You ask.

“They are the only means of escape.” Mary’s voice says behind you. You jumps and turn around, getting into a dad karate stance.

“Jeez, don’t do that! Between bipolar priests and demonic twins, the last thing I need to hear coming up from behind me is the mother from Carrie…” You say outloud, but then you cover your mouth. This made Mary laugh.

“Good one, but enough jokes. I’m glad you got Dames out, to be honest, this is one of Joseph’s more evil and sinister despair rooms.” She said, frowning. “Each despair room is equipped with a crystal to create their environment and use their insecurities against them to break their psyche down until they are nothing but empty, broken human beings…” She said, getting more sullen as she continued explaining.

“This is terrible… To do that to Damien… Oh no… Don’t tell me…” Your eyes grew wide and horrified.

“... Yes, the other dads are here too… Even Robert… He… That’s not important�� Not now. What matters is that you need to save the other dads before they become vegetables of their own sorrow... “ She said, looking you dead in the eye.

You were scared, way beyond scared, shocked, that someone could be this cruel, especially to a group of dads so likeable, sweet, and sexy… No, now is not the time for you to be in your fantasy land… You have to buck up and think about the lives at stake, the children… Oh god the children, they might be without parents! Daisy… Carmensita… Briar… Hazel… River… Lucien… Ernest… Amanda… No, you can’t stand the thought of them crying. You have to do this for the children.

“Okay… I mean, I’ve already saved Damien… Wait, where did he go?” You ask Mary.

“The crystals controlling the rooms act as teleportation stones back to the surface. Once you’ve help them break their trance, they become the teleportation crystals out of here. But only one can be teleported out, and they have to be used on someone else.” Mary explained, “I couldn’t use the one you had on you because you were the only one strong enough to do this.”

You think for a minute then look down at the rose crystal, picking it up, and putting it on.

“But, why do you think I’m strong enough? I don’t think I’m that-...” You look up to face Mary but you notice you’re all alone. You sigh as you turn around and see a new door behind  you. You can’t remember which way you came in, but you had a feeling since you were facing the table that Damien was on, the door behind you was where you came in. Determination in hand, you ball up your fists, tie your shoes tight, tucking in your laces, and step toward the door, and turned the knob, noticing that you were shaking as you reached for it. You felt like you couldn’t move, but you felt like if you could save your potential life partners, it was worth every single ounce of terror in your bones.

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Hey guys, updates

I’m just wondering something, are you guys really interested in my content of headcanons, ticklish daddies, and fanfics? Because I feel like there is some disconnect with the content and the followers... Like I feel my love for the written word on the computer is going unnoticed, and I’m just wondering if I should even continue. I know I haven’t been doing a lot of headcanons lately, because I feel like I have done most of them, and there are a few blogs out there who do more headcanons and situations... I don’t know, And plus I’ve been getting busy at work, and I just wanna wind down from the day... And it turns into me getting distracted and unmotivated until I go to bed... I hate it, and it’s already monday! I got a deadline for Tuesday night for the next part of The Great Margarescue... Ugh... I feel a bit sad about this...

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So... Pt. 3

I am in the process of getting my third chapter out onto tumblr later on this thursday, but I’m just super exhausted, I need to get better sleep...  But another disclaimer, if you are easily triggered by scary situations, near death experience, feels, or dad jokes, this fanfic is not for you, please give only constructive criticism for my fan-made literature. 

So, when I do put it up. I’m Cynergy-Laughter. And Dadsterpiece Theater Presents: The Great Margarescue Part 3: The Fish. *Epic Fanfare*

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Dream Daddy Headcanon #17

[So it has been a super long while, I haven’t talked since last Christmas. I’ve just been busy with different stuff, work, trying to be an adult, super late Christmas gifts and stuff... but I’m back! And trying to do better. I’m gonna try and do more stories, I think I’ll be doing The Great Margarescue during October time, because, horror and Halloween go together. ^^ But, here we are, another Dream Daddy Headcanon!]

Part 1: Damien, Brian, and Joseph: they are without a doubt the overlords of the beautiful backyard club. But Brian gets a bit competitive when it comes to how well kept his backyard is. But Damien always one ups him with his flower garden. In fact, Damien might be the current ruler of the beautiful backyard club. Joseph totally admires his garden, and flowers and is a constant follower of Damien’s Dadstagram. Of course, all the pictures are taken by Amanda. But Brian is totally jealous of his garden.

Part 2: Brian challenged Damien to a hedge-off one day, the battle was legendary, and all the dads and their kids watched on that particularly hot summer day. Brian felt confident with the swan that he made out of his shrubbery, but had been defeated when Damien revealed an 7 foot, super detailed hedge-statue of Sasuke Uchiha. Everyone was shocked, and it was clear who the winner was. Now, the hedge-off is an annual event in the cul-de-sac. And the picture of Sasuke Uchiha in shrub-sculpture gained him a huge surge of Dadstagram followers.

Ezekiel(My Dadsona): I guess you could say... Damien full on dares to be...

Amanda: Don’t. You. Dar-

Ezekiel: Avant Garden! 

Damien: What can I say? I rose up to the challenge.

Robert: That hedge was a very vine piece of art, Damien.

Brian: Oh garden puns! There are so many of them, but we’ve made only tree of them so far.

Joseph: Four and counting, man we sure are kicking grass right now!

Hugo: Don’t do that, it’ll ruin the lawn, besides, we wanna lower the moss(t) of our yardwork, not raise it.

Mat: Alright, we should probably stop daffodilly-dallying, and try to get back to our chores...

Craig: Oh come on Mat, lighten up, we’re just trying to branch out our pun topics.

Amanda, Daisy, Carmentsita, Ernest, Lucien, Briar, Hazel: UGGGHHHHHHHH!!!

Chris: *face palms*

Christian, Christie: *runs back into the house* MAKE IT STOOOOOPPP!!!

Val: *has on sunglasses, and gives thumbs up*

Mary: ... I need a drink.

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Dream Daddy Headcanon #16

(It’s been a while since I’ve done this, I’ve just been so busy with life and The Great Margarescue, which a new chapter shall come out this coming Thursday. But I’ve been inspired by a post that I recently reblogged to do this new headcanon, and yes, you have spent your life savings to perfect...)

The Perfect Proposal

Robert: You have been waiting for a long while, a total of 22 months for him to work on his issues, been with him every step of the way. Then you both finally become boyfriends. Boyfriends for a good 2 years. You both long and love each other’s company. Amanda and Val get along very well, now that children are well rounded adults. You both have come a long way, and you think it’s time to pop the question, but it has to be done in the perfect setting... Jim and Kim’s. You both go in for a little whiskey drink for old time’s sake. You get into a shot and start to enjoy the silence. You go to buy the next round, and you go to Neil and give him a wink, and he gives you a wink back. You come up with two shots of whiskey, you give one to Robert and he takes a swig, but he nearly spits out this one, because something has made it taste weird. He takes a Sterling Silver RING with a ruby centerpiece and smaller diamonds surrounding it out of his mouth and he raises his eyebrow. His eyes widen as you take the ring and his hand and get down on one knee. “Robert, I’ve been with you for the longest time, I’ve watched you change your life, reworked your relationship with your daughter, and helped you through the darkest Dover Ghosts in your life... You are the one that I want to be with for the rest of my life... So I have a question, my ghost hunting partner, will you be the Flynt to my Callum? Will you be, my husband?” You see Robert’s eyes get misty as he puts his hand over his mouth.”Godammit, why is it that you always know how to make an evening with you better?” He smirks as his ring is put on, he pulls you in for a kiss, and the whole bar applauds and you buy everyone a round of shots. But you two are just content with the two you already had.

Damien: Now this has to be perfect, nothing can ruin this. You lead Damien out to the graveyard where a romantic candlelit picnic awaits you both. Damien blushes and is escorted to the picnic blanket and you both sit down, admiring the subtle candles on the tombstones before eating. You have done so much research in this next part, Damien would be impressed. After dinner, you present him with a bouquet, the outside of the bouquet laced with violets, for faithfulness and devotion, going further in, there were pink peonies sticking out above the tufts of forget-me-nots. In the middle were a bunch of red roses, but one in particular was more open than the rest. Damien blushed and hid his mouth when he discovered a ring of rose gold with a pink diamond centerpiece surrounded by deep red rubies, in the middle of the open rose. You smile as you lay on your stomach in front of him after taking the ring out of the rose, and blush as you say, “Damien, I have longed to find a more perfect time to ask this question. Over the few years we have spent courting and being together, I confess my love to you, and only you.The times we have shared hold a special place in my soul, and I hope that we can share even more... What I’m trying to say... Damien, will you be the one that I shall look upon more than the stars in the sky? Will you be my husband?” Damien blushes and his eyes well up with tears, he lets you put the ring on his ring finger before you sit up and put your hands in Damien’s, and lean in for the kiss to wax seal your engagement.

(To Be Continued...)

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The Great Margarescue Part 1

Cult Ending Fanfic Part 1 By: Brendon Cetinkaya (@cynergy-laughter)

Based on the Cult Ending that hasn’t been unlocked to the public yet. If you wanna see the cult ending, here is HoodiePanda’s video on it: Cult Ending

“...You’ve been living a dream, Daddy… And it’s time to wake up!” Was all you heard Joseph say as you suddenly woke up in your bed. You blink your sleepy eyes and get up to get your morning routine on, and you begin to wonder what that whole dream was about. As you walk out of your room, you hear a bit of sobbing from the living room.

“Panda?” You ask, walking into the living room, seeing Amanda sobbing on the couch. “Amanda Panda, what’s wrong?”

“...It’s Papa’s anniversary…” She said, sniffling up, holding the picture of when she was held by Alex.

“Oh that’s right…” You said, frowning as you sit down next to her, but she got up quickly and dabbed her eyes gently. “How about we go out to the Irreplaceable Shack of Flapjacks and celebrate his life with some chocolate chip pancakes and all types of syrup?”

“... Why couldn’t you have done more, Dad?…” She suddenly said, taking you off guard. But before you could even say no, she turned to you with angry eyes. “You could have been there more!”

“Panda, I was only trying to provide for you and Alex, Alex had provided us with a lot and it was only fair that I do double for both of you when he got into the accident…”

“He asked why you never came in you know…”

“I always answered his calls. I tried to make time ahead of time, I really did, but my boss… he wasn’t supportive of gay marriage and he made me suffer through it… Alex understood…”

“You could have stuck it to that jerk and went to see him! If only you weren’t so spineless!”

“How dare you-”

“How dare I?! How dare YOU for going around and slutting the cul-de-sac up to fill your void of guilt, regret, and self-hatred!” Amanda screamed, shedding tears and spitting droplets. You try to keep it together, but this anger from Amanda, it was something totally new, this is tearing your heart into halves, quarters, eighths…

“You don’t even honor Papa, instead you try to replace him?!”

“Panda… I…”

“Forget it! Why do I even bother trying to talk to someone who doesn’t even care?! I hate what you’re doing! I HATE YOU!” She screamed at the top of her lungs and ran out of the front door, leaving you in shambles. You felt like bawling, you felt like crying, you felt like killing yourself. This was the most miserable you had ever felt except when you lost Alex.... What would Alex think of you now?

“... What did you do this time?” A familiar voice asked. You got up frantically. It can’t be… It was. It was Alex.

“A-Alex… Y-You’re here… W-Why?”

“You made our daughter cry, and you left me all alone in hospice care.”

“Alex, I tried, every time I went to the hospital, they said visiting hours were over, and you weren’t to be disturbed! It was out of my control…”

“It’s always a lack of control with you. When are you gonna learn that you have to control yourself, that you are the pilot of your ship? You pathetic man.” Alex’s stare pierced through your heart, he was always good at that. “Your undying thirst will be your downfall.” Alex said, glaring some more. “Now I have to go comfort our daughter.” He walked out the door and disappeared. You slump to the floor and tears just start welling out. You just start yelling at the top your lungs, pure anguish, despair, depression, you name it. Everything was just too much, and you felt like you would never be happy again. Everything around you went dark. And suddenly, you were becoming dark, the darkness creeps up your legs, engulfs your waist, you feel it suffocating you as it swallows you up to your neck. You see images of your life, happy times with Alex and Amanda. You see Amanda’s horse phase, her first photography award, you saw her kicking the FOR SALE sign off the lawn. You saw everyone, Damien, Mat, Craig, Hugo, Brian… Robert… Joseph… Mary… But then all you could see was Mary, you saw yourself walking her home, twice. You saw her walking toward her house, saw her look back at you. But then she walks toward you with a desperate look in her eyes, and puts her hand over your mouth and whispers…

“Wake up, sailor.”

Your eyes shoot open as you gasp into Mary’s hand, your face was totally wet from the tears you cried during your trance. She’s right next to your face, looking left and right.

“Don’t speak, don’t even think, just shut up and listen,” Mary began as she began to work on the ropes on your ankles. “I know we both didn’t see eye to eye at first, hell, I was so mean to you…”

“W-w-well I did try to hook up with your husband and ruin your family… So that’s understandable... heck more than understandable, that’s warranted.” You said.

“What part of don’t speak, don’t even think, did you not understand?” Mary hissed in annoyance and paranoia. “But you were so nice to me… you helped me out twice, you didn’t think of me as a nuisance or anything… That’s why I won’t let it happen again.”

“Again?”

“Please, what do you think happened to the last guy who lived in your house?” She asked, which made you think, “Now, I need you to take this and run. I can’t remember who else is here, but you have to help everyone here…”

“I-I can’t… I’m not strong enough… I’m just pathetic.”

“That is not true. You are stronger than you give yourself credit. And don’t listen to whatever had you in that trance… That’s what this place does to you… It takes your insecurities and breaks down your psyche until you are in total darkness and despair… That’s what the cult needs… seven different people who are dragged down into total anguish. But you can stop this. I believe in you.” Mary explained, giving you a crystal on a chain. She turned around and then back around, finally freeing you from your bonds. “I think I hear him coming, now, I need you to go now. And hurry.” And just like that, she was gone.

You look around at your surroundings and take off, through the left doorway and ran down the corridor. You are scared all to hell, and you hope that the people who were also here wasn’t who you thought it was...

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So... Pt. 2!

Hey guys!

So, I just finished the second part of my Dream Daddy fanfic The Great Margarescue. this one is going to be freaking awesome, Halloween is coming up soon, so I decided to do a part of the fanfic every week, and put it out on Tuesdays. I hope that I was consecutive, because I can’t really remember... ^^;

Now WARNING: If you are triggered by misgendering, graphic imagery, or any scary situations, or dark themes, I wouldn’t recommend reading this. But if you do so choose to, just to give you heads up, it might give you feels, it may horrify you. I go for shock value in my writings, and there may be some things that I’m not enlightened to... But I knew what I was getting into when making this, so if you guys have any questions, concerns, or complaints, just know you can message me, but please be respectful.

Now stay tuned for it come up onto tumblr. But when it does... I am Cynergy-Laughter, and Dadsterpiece Theatre Presents: The Great Margarescue Part 2: The Rose. *epic fanfare*

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Now...

I’ve finished the intro to the fanfic that I’ve started. I’m going to post it now and see what you guys think. I shall be continuing it as the months go on. I hope to have it somewhat done by Halloween... but idk...

Now... ladies, gentleman, and smexypeeps inbetween... I am Cynergy-Laughter, and Dadsterpiece Theatre presents: The Great Margarescue Part 1