Adventure Time Dad's Dungeon Novels & Stories

I swallowed hard, ignoring the tremor in my hand, and pushed the door open. My father looked up from behind his mahogany desk, his piercing eyes narrowing as he saw me enter without knocking. "Darling ," he said, leaning back in his chair. "To what do I owe this August visit, is everything alright?" "Actually dad," I replied, my voice firmer than I expected. “I need to know about the Crimson Vault.” The room seemed to freeze. My father’s expression didn’t shift, but something flickered in his eyes, more like fear or hesitation. He set his pen down with a deliberate slowness. “How did you come to hear about the Crimson Vault?”

he explained when he saw our frowning faces when he mentioned his strange hobby of digging. “You really did put good use of your time, son,” Dad Victor smiled. “C’mon guys !! We need to wind up everything within two hours. We don’t have much time left,” Dad Valen urged and soon enough we were swimming our way through God knows who all’s poop and piss. Ewww.

It closed behind them. "What the fuck?" asked Hank. My best friend stood. "Carter, those girls just... jumped out of a portal." "Like from Chrono Trigger," groaned Tommy. "That old video game from the nineties." "Yeah, my dad plays it sometimes," said Brent. He was a linebacker on the team. "He's into those old retro RPGs." "We're your daughters, Daddy!" squealed the purple-haired twin. "I'm Jenny." "And I'm Penny" the pink-haired twin purred. "We're Amy and Emmy Davenport's daughters. Your daughters! We've been in the Slutty End of Time so we could grow up and fuck you today. Isn't that hot? The Naughty Wordsmith did that."

My sister always got away with everything, so I naturally became Dad's favorite guinea pig to make an example of. When we were little, my sister refused to eat vegetables. He threw me into the bathroom, locked me in for five days without food, and starved me until I vomited blood. My sister was so terrified that she never dared to be a picky eater again. When we got older, she became obsessed with video games. Dad tied me to the computer and ordered me to play nonstop for thirty hours until my eyes bled. My sister swore she would never touch a computer again, and only then did he stop. Later, once puberty hit, my sister refused to wear thermal underwear. When Dad found out, he threw me

"It's just mommy and me in the family. My mommy said she doesn't know what my daddy looked like. One of the auntie said I looked just like you. So I was wondering if you were my daddy. With his innocent gaze fixed on him, the little boy asked. The purest things in this world was the innosence of a child's eyes. This gaze of his broke through Gong Yexiao's guard, crumbling it inch by inch. He thought fiercely, how nice would it be if this child was his. At a loss, cheng Yuze chewed on his lower lips. Evidently, he had failed vin his plan to hand over mommy's resume. He was somewhat reluctant to accept this fact. He abruptly raised his little hand to his head and tugged a few strands of his

They nodded and left the dungeon. Dad turned to me, "I am so proud of you. You were ready to forgive her, even when she was still insisting that you needed to die." I said, "Dad, have you even heard of Cold Moon Pack?" Dad shook his head, "It's a cool name, but I don't believe there is a pack with that name in existence." I suggested, "I can't help but wonder if there is a group of rogues trying to form a pack." Dad nodded, "You may be right. We should look into that."

I forgot Hunji was there and turned to see him much calmer. “Did you hear that?” Hunji shakes his head, so I relay the words my father spoke. “The dungeons?” Hunji muses, scratching his beard in contemplation. “The dungeons!” I squeal and get up from the chair quickly making my way out of the room. “Morgan wait!” Hunji calls to me as he stumbles from the room after me, pulling on a pair of pants and almost tripping over. I had no time to waste, my father came to me for a reason, and I intended to find out what that reason was. I reach downstairs and thread the halls until I come to the passage that will lead down to those awful cells.