Dreamswap Oneshots

Found Family

There is a severe lack of content about the Creepypasta squad, so it is my duty to bring some. Please accept my humble offering.

At the same time, I'll let you have my headcanons about Bobby's life with the cult, here it's mostly used to parallel it with his current life to show just how much healthier he is now-

The words in brackets are supposed to be crossed out but Wattpad doesn't enable me to do so.

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Warnings: Gore, light depiction of violence, religious cult thing, strong language and Bobby angst (Never thought you would read that huh?)

Synopsis: Male, female, non-binary and more.
Toddler, children, adult, elder.
Straight or a part of the LGBTQ.

None of those mattered.

Everyone abided by the same rules.

Everyone faced the same consequences if said rules weren't followed to a T.

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7 A.M. - ##/##/2016

Waking up used to be a hassle.

They were only allowed to wake up at a specific time, not a second earlier and not a second later. Any who would dare to fail such an 'easy' task would have to have their limbs torn off, their chests emptied of their blood before they were burnt on the altar to repent from their sins and incite the 'gods' to continue blessing them.

Bobby would always wake up at said hour, always wearing the same robe and cape. They were not allowed to wear any other kind of outfit either. No food, no good morning. Only uneased faces of distrust.

Every day, someone would fail to follow the waking up rule.

Every time, they were dragged by the hair as they screamed and begged to be spared, praying uselessly at the 'gods' above to forgive them for their foolish mistake and give them a second chance.

Male, female, non-binary and more.
Toddler, children, adult, elder.
Straight or a part of the LGBTQ.

None of those mattered.

Everyone abided by the same rules.

Everyone faced the same consequences if said rules weren't followed to a T.

That day, Bobby woke up to screams and the fresh smell of blood.

Someone was being taken away by their leader again. It was a little girl this time, he didn't remember her name. He didn't know her name. They weren't to call each other by name, it being a privilege only the 'gods' and their closest followers had.

Her strident voice was screaming like the others. Her braid was being pulled, leaving her being dragged as her toes curled on the ground as she tried to slow down the priest. Her teary eyes met Bobby's.

For a second, it felt like she was asking him to help her.

She probably was, Bobby had given her a piece of bread last night after all so she must have assumed that he would be willing to help her again.

He turned away from her gaze and her screams got louder somehow, her squirming becoming erratic.

Once she was finally out and her wails of pain and sorrow dying into the corridors, Bobby felt something somewhat wet rolled onto his cheek. He looked up and soon enough he noticed a chest being hung up right above him, leaking blood.

The scent of iron filled his nose.

He hated it there.

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