Rody goes back to working for Vince after Manon never answered him, he still needed the job after all. He slowly forms a friendship with Vince, and eventually tells him his favorite food. Which gives Vince the perfect idea for what he can cook for Rody. (Past chapter 31 is all bonus chapters.) [Dead Plate Fanfic Post-Ending One. This has a lot of angst, and does not have a happy ending. However, I plan to make another fanfic of these two later, that does end happily. I also plan to make a fanfic of Cold Front, a game made by the same creator as Dead Plate]

After fleeing from his town Rody finds himself in a castle owned by a very odd man. However both have secrets they wished to hide. Yet at the same time they were the only people who could really understand each other

It had been two years since Rody burned down La Gueule de Saturne, reducing it to nothing but ashes. He was finally able to somewhat out is life together. He got a new apartment, found a steady job, and took care of himself. He was so sure that Vince had burned with the rest of the bistro, he was so sure he could finally have peace and move on. But he was wrong. Vince was alive, and Rody hated how much that relived him.

Antinous wasn't a good person. He knew that. He never considered himself a righteous or moral person. He was selfish, barbaric, and perhaps even vain. He knew. But in a man eats man world, could anyone truly blame him? He wasn't a good person. But perhaps he'd have to become one. Simply for the sake of staying alive. See, recently, the Gods have been sending him dreams. Dreams of blood dripping onto castle floors from freshly lopped off heads rolling on the tiles. Dreams of Ithaca's old King staring at him from afar, and angry red eyes shifting across the room, searching for his next prey. Dreams of a tightly wound bow, one that only Odysseus could wield, lodging a sharp arrow into his throat. Dreams like that. Also, on an unrelated note, why the hell was everyone randomly breaking out into song? Author wrote this bc he was tired of the lack of healthy Antimachus fics...

❝ "Putain d'enfer..." That was all the Chef could utter out before any other words he would've said were knocked out of his throat with The Waiter's lips- a kiss holding just as much swiftness, intensity, and desperation as the one he have Rody almost a month ago. Except the two differences. For one, it was Rody who was kissing him. And secondly- this time, Rody didn't pull back and run away like Vincent did. And neither did Vince. ❞ ↳ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, she was gone. she was the one he thought he was waiting for all his life, and she was also the one who left too quickly. MarieAnne Vacher was gone. And so the Chef offers his condolences. Forming a close friendship was quick enough. What wasn't was their bewildering feelings they constantly found themselves questioning. Everything changed after a kiss. ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ The STUNNING cover is by the beautiful @Elle_Vares 💗 !!COVER ART BY kongze14 ON X!! This is a story based off the Dead Plate game by RachelDrawsThis. I do not own the game, the characters, ect. This story takes place after ending 1 of the game, when Manon wouldn't answer Rody. This book is really cringe and I'm thinking of putting the first few chapters into revision, but constructive criticism is appreciated! ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ TW (PLEASE READ BEFORE PROCEEDING): -cursing -heavy angst -blood and gore -self harm/suicidal thoughts -cannibalism -smut IF ANY OF THESE TOPICS TRIGGER YOU OR MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, I HIGHLY ADVISE AGAINST READING THIS BOOK. MY STORY IS NOT MEANT TO GLORIFY, ROMANTICIZE, OR NORMALIZE SELF HARM, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, ETC IN ANY WAY! 【 】 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 © 𝓑 𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢