This is what happens if you watch Pewdiepie play "Mad Father" for the millionth time. Be prepared for dark themes.
STORYTIME!
Oh how darling. Two brilliant dazzling eyes of the blue hue. Blue had always been Logan's favorite color. He looked at his unnamed lab partner who dubbed himself Deceit before grinning maniacally. This child has the perfect genes to make the prettiest of eyes for the new world. It's a shame she had to die, but that's a sacrifice that the two scientists were willing to make for the ultimate utopia~
Roman woke up from his nightmare with a start. His small niece being chopped into oblivion by a chainsaw engraved into his mind. In his city, children and young adults have been going missing. Nobody over age thirty one have been reported lost. Roman is a father at age twenty nine with two husbands and two darling children named Remy and Emile. Roman also has a sister named Valerie with a daughter named Brittany. All of them meet the age requirements for suddenly disappearing. Roman sat up, on the right edge of the bed. Virgil was tucked between Patton and himself. The moon was full and trying to shine through the curtains. It was far too early for anyone to start the day. All was quiet and calm. Roman was about to lie down and try to fall asleep again when-
"SOMEONE HELP!!!"
A distant shriek rang out. Roman sprang our of bed, not regarding his husbands, And ran outside. He was lucky he wore pants when going to bed or else he'd be streaking the town. Who wears underwear to bed? Roman grabbed his sword he always had in the house in case of dire circumstances and sprinted out the door, following the quiet sobbing and faint screaming into the forest. Roman didn't think of his husbands or children, all he thought about was taking the abductor down and being the hero. In hindsight, Roman should have thought about it. He should have turned back and not jump into action solely on adrenaline. Alas, no one can change their past mistakes.
Roman found himself cutting through the willow branches, trying to follow a voice that was dying out. The maiden (or gentleman or non-binary soul) was giving up. This field Roman even further to push forward. Roman found himself in a clearing before long. Valerie was struggling against a man with a long white lab coat and glasses that reflected the moonlight. Roman couldn't see the fiend's eyes. Roman lifted his sword and pointed to the man, making his presence known to the villain of this tale.
"Halt Fiend! Let my sister go or face the consequences!"
Roman was breathing heavily, exaughsted and the afeniline in his body running out. He was sweating and shirtless, wearing nothing but his torn silk pants. All he needed was his sword and he was fine. Valerie was squirming, helpless in the man's grasp. The man moved his face, revealing his eyes to Roman. They were quizzical, cold, and curious. Roman almost dropped his guard upon seeing them. However, he shalln't falter! His sister's life was at stake! His twenty four year old sister has a daughter and a husband! She's pregnant! He can't let her be taken by this horridly renowned man who does who-knows-what with his victims!
"Toned muscles, silken hair, strong jawline... my word... You're Imbeccable and Unblemished, aren't you? You're much more valuable to me than this woman."
Roman was confused. He rose his eyebrow and tilted his head. He never let his sword down or let his body rest. No, he must've be ready to strike when the time is right! The man threw his sister down the ground and approached Roman. He simply took his index finger and guided his blade down so he would not harm him. Why did Roman not fight back? This man was growing closer. He smelled of lavender and rain. Why did Roman care!? Why was Roman not decapitating him for all the evils he's done to his people! No, Roman let him examine his face, look at his body, and make little remarks about it. It was almost like he was paralyzed and he couldn't do anything about it. The same for Valerie. She didn't move from her spot on the ground, she could only watch in bug-eyed horror.
"You are the very definition of a perfect man, aren't you? Yes, you'd be a perfect constant for all future experiments once we learn the formula for creating life. The King of the new mankind. We just have to fix your genitalia and perhaps change your eyes. Brown gets too dull. Maybe I can genetically change them to red. It seems like a color to befit you."
Roman couldn't say a single word. It was as thought his throat was stuck. Roman felt his cold hands trace down his jawline and he watched the man look at his lips with almost a lustful hunger. He licked his own lips, sending an undesirable shiver down Roman's spine. He was scared. He had never been this scared in his entire life. However, he noticed Valerie just starting to move and escape. He needs to figure out how to keep this man occupied so he doesn't leave. How does he do that!? The only way he knows how: being prince charming.
"Y-Your eyes aren't so bad yourself. Your gl-glasses magnify them and I can see the moonlight reflecting in the chocolate color. Reminds me of Willy Wanka's chocolate waterfall."
He watched the man stare ar him for a while, as if trying to decipher every single movement in his face. Roman died his best not to glance up at Valerie. He can only hope she started running back home to her husband and daughter. Patton and Virgil are still two parents, they have eachother. They'll be fine if Roman dies. Emile and Remy are young. They can forget their idealistic egotistical father. Just please let Valerie be safe and please let none of his family nor his friends be hurt. He doesn't care about himself, he only cares about his family.
"Charming. Undeniably charming. I have made my decision. You're going to be the first perfect man in the new world. It'll be such a shame to knock you out."
He retracted his hands, which rested on the sides of his face prior, and he pulled out some sort of syringe. Roman was deathly afraid of needles so he had to act fast. Smart people like making deals and compromises, right? He better act quick before that needle goes in his arm and everything fades to white.
"Wait! If you promise me you will lay off of anyone from my family or any one of my friends, I will go with you willingly. One hundred percent cooperative and obedient. Just no more children, and nobody I love. Can we make that a deal?"
Roman hardly noticed he dropped his sword and extended his right hand awkwardly for a handshake. Seal the deal with the apparent devil. The man sized him up in a quick glance. Roman could feel his blood dropping colder and colder with every second the man took in replying to him. Roman wanted to run. He wanted to grab his sword and go. He wanted to protect his family from the monster in front of him. Yet... why wasn't he? Since when was Roman Sanders a coward!? The man smirked and revealed both his hands, wiggling the fingers, before shaking Roman's hand. He must have been showing there were no fingers crossed or something. Roman could care less. Roman just wanted his family safe. All that mattered were them.
"Affirmative. I'm going to have to blindfold you so you don't know how to escape the laboratory. Close your eyes and turn around for a moment, Roman~"
Roman felt his fingertips grow numb and whatever color wasn't in his face completely disintegrate. How did this man know his name?! However, Roman was a man of his word. He would obey, he turned around and closed his eyes, letting the man put a sleeping mask on his face. He proceeded to use more materials to cover his eyes for security. Roman lost count. He didn't care. Moments in and be a was already suffering from Stockholm Syndrome. This is his life now. We will never return home to his husbands and kids ever again. He was now a slave to a mad scientist. The worst part of it all was the fact that Roman felt powerless against it.
Oh how darling, two soft and delicate hands and gorgeous chocolate eyes. Logan was never a fan of the color brown until he was complimented for his own brown eyes. He never thought the comparison to chocolate was flattering until it was made to himself. The poor poy quivered as Logan took the chainsaw from Deceit. They both grinned evilly as they took off his head. Logan's precious slave doesn't need to know that they took one of his sons' life, right? Goodbye Remy! Logan can make a much better child for Roman anyways. From scratch. Ignorance truly is bliss~
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Yep. That was dark. I'm sorry not sorry for that. I had the idea before softball practice and finally wrote it way too late at night. Ask Pengi11 I texted her the idea hours ago.
You should never let yourself fall victim to Stockholm Syndrome. There is always a solution to every problem, even if that solution is to leave. You shouldn't let yourself be put through anusive situations. Don't let the fear paralyze you. Sometimes you just need to escape and live out a newer, happier ever after. Internet hugs and blow kisses!
~Eva