the cults graps

the beginning

Your name is y/n your in high school your pretty average you have l/m/s. h/c  with big e/c eyes and clear s/c now warnings plz read this shit if your not comfortable with sex rape blood gore Stockholm Syndrome cannibalism bad words and more do not read if your bad with this stuff

"You walk inside the house to see your dad meticulously packing his things in cardboard boxes. Sunlight filters through the half-closed curtains, casting a melancholic glow on the room. When he suddenly looks up at you with tired, sad eyes, you notice the wear and tear of the situation etched across his face. 'Hey Y/n, um, me and your mom are not really seeing eye to eye again, so... I think you get the point.' You take a deep breath, catching a glimpse of your mom in the background, her expression a mix of anger and resignation.

'Is it okay if I go with you?' you ask, your voice filled with concern. 'You look like you're gonna need it more. You and your dad always get along better than with your mom. Dad was a realist and told you straight up. Mom always thought that yelling, shouting, and throwing things was an easy way to get things done. You're an only child, so you don't have to worry about leaving a sibling.'

Your dad looks up at you and gives a sad, appreciative smile. 'If that's what you want, sweetheart, I'll take you with. But the new place is small, and you'll definitely have to change schools and say goodbye to your friends. Are you sure you want to go with me, dear?'

With a determined nod, you reply, 'I'm sure, Dad. I know you're gonna need someone to help you through this more than Mom would.' The weight of the decision settles in, and a mixture of relief and sadness fills the room.

The next few days are a whirlwind of emotions as you help pack your belongings. You carefully select what's necessary, choosing memories over material possessions. A few days later, all your stuff is packed and ready. Before going to the car, you put on your favorite short black shorts and a comfy hoodie. These familiar clothes provide a sense of security in this sea of change. 

Sitting in the car, you wait for your dad as they're having one last disagreement with Mom. When your dad finally walks out, he has a big bruise on his cheek, a painful reminder of the turmoil you're leaving behind. Knowing what happened, you decide not to mention it. Instead, you muster a small, supportive smile.

'So, Dad, what's the town's name?' you ask, attempting to divert the conversation from the troubled past. He pauses, glancing at the road signs. 'Hmmm, you know, I'm pretty bad with names.' He chuckles. 'Just look for a sign on the road.' You let out a small laugh, appreciating the attempt at levity during this somber journey. The uncertainty of this new destination weighs on both of your minds.

'Every now and then, you make small talk with Dad, discussing the road ahead or making stops to see weird landmarks. You both talk about how your new life is gonna be, how great it's gonna be not waking up to screaming, holding onto the promise of a fresh start.

After hours of driving, you finally see a sign that reads 'Town / Suburbs.' 'Does this town really not have a name?' you think to yourself. Your dad asks if you're hungry, and as if on cue, your stomach growls. Your dad gives a small grin. 'I'll take that as a yes. I think there's a burger place not too far from here. We can grab a bite and get to the apartment after and at least unpack our beds, okay, sunshine?'

'We make it to the burger place, 'Boys & Grills,' and you can't help but chuckle at the play on words in the name. Your dad suddenly snorts, 'Sorry, I guess you can't come in. Boys only.' He gives you a jokingly dead-serious look, and you roll your eyes playfully as you exit the car. Your dad follows, putting his keys in his pocket and grabbing his wallet as you both head in.

As you enter 'Boys & Grills,' you feel all eyes on you, and it might just be your anxiety talking, but it feels like a heavy tension fills the air. The name of the place doesn't deter you, but it's evident that this new chapter in your life is filled with challenges 

You and your dad encounter a stout man with thick, unruly black hair that falls in uneven waves around his ears and a hint of scruffy stubble on his prominent chin. He wears a well-worn black button-up shirt that clings to his burly frame, the 'Boys & Grills' logo prominently embroidered on it. Over the shirt, he sports a slightly greasy white apron, bearing the battle scars of countless grill sessions, and perched atop his head is a red hat with the same emblem, displaying signs of wear and tear. His hands, you notice, are calloused and bear the remnants of a long day's work at the grill.

Despite his somewhat disheveled appearance, Bob exudes a friendliness that seems at odds with his rough exterior. He extends a meaty hand to both you and your dad with a warm smile, his eyes reflecting the tiredness that comes from a long night of work, yet they hold a twinkle of genuine hospitality. 'Well now, what's got y'all fine folks wanderin' into our cozy little town? Name's Bob, and it's a genuine pleasure to make your acquaintance.' His Southern charm and casual demeanor put you at ease, at least until his demeanor takes an unsettling turn. A disturbing grin stretches across his face, and you could swear you see drool forming at the corners of his mouth as his eyes linger a little too long on both you and your dad. Just as you're starting to feel uncomfortable, he suddenly snaps out of it. 'Darlins', what's whettin' your appetite today? What can ol' Bob fix for y'all to tuck into?' Bob's odd behavior catches you off guard, but your dad doesn't seem to notice, attributing it to Bob's late-night tiredness.

You and your dad place your orders: classic cheeseburgers and a side of crispy fries for both of you, with a small coke for you and a steaming cup of coffee for your dad. Bob takes your order and disappears into the back of the diner. You notice that he seems to be the sole worker in the place. As you walk to the bar to take your seats, you and your dad discuss the plans for the next day, what to unpack first, and the changes this move will bring.

After a brief wait, Bob reappears from the kitchen, carefully placing the plates of food before you. The aroma of freshly grilled burgers and golden fries fills the air, making your mouth water. You pick up the burger, take a bite, and your eyes widen in amazement. It's quite possibly the best burger you've ever tasted, and the look on your dad's face says the same. Bob notices your delight and smiles, a hint of pride in his voice as he asks, "Is the grub to your likin', or ain't it quite hittin' the spot for y'all?" You and your dad exchange looks and then turn back to Bob. "No, it's like the best burger we've ever had. This is like a hidden gem they always have in small towns," you say. Bob looks genuinely flattered, replying, "Aw, shucks, y'all gonna make me blush."

Finishing your meal quickly, you and your dad pay the bill, and Bob bids you a warm farewell, encouraging you to return. As you step out of the diner and into the car, you feel a mix of satisfaction and curiosity, with the taste of the incredible burger lingering in your mouth. The drive to the apartment is uneventful, and as you and your dad unload the beds, setting them on the floor for the night, your mind can't help but drift back to Bob and his odd behavior. Lying in bed, staring at the dark ceiling, you find yourself pondering the mysteries of this new town and its peculiar burger joint, leaving you with an eerie sense of intrigue before you eventually drift off to sleep.

Note should i keep going or naw?