Adventure Time Dad's Dungeon Novels & Stories

“Daddy…” Adrian froze. He moved toward the sound. “Daniel?” “Daddy, help me.” Adrian slammed his hand against the wall. “Where are you?” “Behind the door.” “What door?” A soft clicking sound came from inside the wall. Then Daniel whispered, “The secret room.” Adrian looked at his father. His father's face had gone completely white. “You know this room,” Adrian said. His father shook his head. “No.” “You're lying.” “I swear—”

’ ‘I love you too Katie bear. That was two days ago. Luckily I was able to wrap up just in time to catch the last flight back home. I didn’t call when I landed. I wanted to surprise him. Big gesture. Classic rom-com moment. I punched in the gate code and waited as the iron doors buzzed open. My heels echoed in the cold as I climbed the familiar steps. The front door swung open and my breath caught. Blue eyes. Salt-and-pepper hair. Jaw like a Roman sculpture. Mr. Turner. Jayden’s father, looking every bit the man who turned heads without trying.

" He asks again but the girl beside him caress his chest, Flirt… I mumbled and he looked at me. I walk past them and keep on saying may God forgive you, sinner… I shook my head as the day passed by and his getting worse and worse. When I turn on the hallway I drift into where my father is waiting for me. And when I saw him standing with Fozz not so far away from the perimeter of the vampire I ran immediately through them. And I hold them both to drift instantly inside the castle. "This castle has two dungeons" we are in the hidden part of the castle and planning our next move. And my father is about to go after he said that.

Well, T, I guess we will go and let the boys have fun. “We’ve gotten what we needed from him anyway,” Tamaska says, I link my dad to let him know that I am leaving for this part and that Tamaska was able to get some information from his thoughts. I walk out of the dungeon and find my mom and the luna waiting. “I guess the bays want to play with him a little.” The luna says. “Yep. I figure I would excuse myself so that they don’t have to hold themselves back.” I said.

The air was thick with the stench of rust and decay, every shadow seeming to move in the dim light. Thiago and I moved silently, our footsteps muffled by the dust-covered floor. My heart pounded in my ears, every beat a reminder of the stakes. “Stay close,” Thiago whispered, his voice barely audible. I nodded, clutching the small knife Raven had given me earlier. It felt inadequate, but it was better than nothing. We reached the room shown in the feed. My father sat slumped in a chair, his head hanging low. I couldn’t tell if he was conscious.

He asked, and I remembered how everything was revealed to me when I was in the dungeons… “Yes, earlier I went to the dungeons, and it was like I could play what happened there in my head…” I replied… “Oh! Goddess… Son, this is great! You and your mate will bring balance… I want to meet her… Can you bring her for dinner?” I nodded to my dad with a smile on my face. He was excited about all this. Maybe he knows something I don't.

His face was streaked with dirt and the ragged clothes on his body did little to cover his stick thin limbs. Although he looked tired, his dark eyes were filled with precaution and vigilance. Uh, why would there be a child in a dungeon? There shouldn’t be any guard so insane to lock up a child, right? I thought and then flinched when I recalled the stories Damien had told me about Logan. I guess weird shits happen in the Ridge Pack. Trying to strike up some conversation, I asked. “Hi, little guy. Who are you?” He shrugged and casually leaned against the wall. “I am your father.”

Dad announced, his eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and mischief. I rolled my eyes. Here we go. Dad always did have a flair for the dramatic. "Picture, if you will, a labyrinth of obsidian corridors," he began, gesturing grandly. "Each turn reveals a new method of exquisite torment. We're talking walls that ooze acid, floors that shift like quicksand, and ceilings that rain fire." The sect leaders squirmed in their seats, eyes wide with a potent cocktail of fear and fascination. I couldn't help but smirk. Dad was really laying it on thick.

Mom wasn't completely fooled. Dad's expression became smug again. "This is where your lack of networking proves that you're a fool. If not for me networking and building relationships with these people, no one would offer me such a great opportunity. It sounds like this man is hiring a caretaker, but he already has a housekeeper and driver.

The quiver in it, the desperation behind it, the denial lacing it. Everything. “Dad…stop pretending to be asleep. You are a morning person, remember? You hate sleeping too much.” She digs her nails in the glass. “Daddy…you promised to never leave me alone. You said you are not her, right? You are not irresponsible like Mom, not cruel like her, or as heartless. You are…you are my dad. My best friend and everything. Best friends do not go to sleep without notice, so wake up! Wake up, Dad!”