Joseph Christiansen Secret/Cult Ending Manuscript
I went digging through the Level 18 gibberish and sorted out all the dialogue into a manageable manuscript if anyone is interested in reading this secret wild ride. None of the dialouge is labeled so I did my best to interprete who was saying what so any mistakes are my bad. It took a few hours to put together but I felt like some people would like more than just a summary so here is the full text:
MC will be short for Main Character or your player.
Level 18- Joseph Bad Ending or True Ending ( Who knows? )
This appears to take place after MC and Joseph Christiansen engage in sex in the yacht, except you donât wake up to what you expect. This takes place in Cult_Dungeon1.
(Photo Credits: jaalsucksdick)
START: Youâre A Monster
MC: Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn. What time is it? Must have been asleep for ages. I wonder what will happen now that Mary is gone? What about Josephâs kids? And how will Amanda feel about all this? Thatâs what matters⌠. Well, we all have each other. I guess time will tell, right? Better get up and greet the day.
Am I tied up?! What the hell?! How did I get here? Whatâs going on?! Joseph? Anybody? Youâre probably just dreaming. Why would there be a⌠Donât panic⌠. a dungeon. An evil dungeon. Why would there be an evil dungeon here? This canât be real. Maybe I had too much Twilight Rouge. Iâm dreaming, or something.
Oh, I guarantee this is real.
I can barely make out any features. I can see someone at the end of the hall. Itâs just a shape! Whoâs there? Can you untie me?
Itâs a personal guarantee. A verbal handshake.
Please, I donât know how I got here. I think there has been a mistake
Trust, if thatâs what you get off on- [???]
You trust me, right? I mean, why wouldnât you?
Youâre into this kind Joseph?! Jesus, what is this? Are you into this kind of thing? I wish youâd have warned me.
Goal oriented, anchored by family. The rock in a shallow sea. I had a whale of a time last night. I always liked you, [INSERT PLAYER NAME]. And down to pound, if you catch my meaning. Get it? Whale? We talked extensively about whales last night? You donât really like them? Youâre not in a joking mood. I get that.
His voice is different. This whole situation is different. The way heâs talking-
Joseph [ DIFFICULT TO TRANSLATE ]:
Dastardly? Sadistic? It can be both. Throw another one in there. Wrathful.
Iâm very perceptive. A good listener. I heard all those impure thoughts, [INSERT PLAYER NAME], and about a married man, no less. Iâm pretty sure thatâs a sin.
I told you, Iâm a cool youth minister. Have you seen my tattoos? Were you even watching me tear it up on the dance floor? Â Well, hi. My name is Joseph. I have an alcoholic whore wife, whose life I destroyed. You used to be a lot more fun.
Poor Mary! And their kids!
Joseph laughs. My kids? Those arenât my kids. Well, they are my kids. In a way. Cosmically. I guess you could call them vessels. And in that case I guess that technically makes me not a Dad. Woops. Sorry to kill that little fantasy for you.
Joseph, this is insane. So the whole minister thing⌠thatââŹâ˘s just a front for this weird sex dun-
Joseph starts laughing hysterically. He wipes a tear from his eye. Oh, thatâs so cute. You think this is a sex thing. I mean, itâs kind of a sex thing. The safe word is Jimmy Buffett.
[INSERT PLAYER NAME], there are powers at work so far beyond your understanding that the very idea that I would sink to some half-baked sex game is a little insulting. All that religion mumbo-jumbo wasnât entirely false. I am a man of the cloth, just not the cloth youâre thinking of.
I am the conduit for something beautiful, [INSERT PLAYER NAME]. Something pure. And you have the honor of being part of it. I know that sounds kinda hokey but stick with me. I promise Iâll get back to being relatably cool in a second. Where you really are is under the house. Or I guess, under the houses.
The houses? Are we under the cul-de-sac?
Hey, deductive reasoning! Points for [INSERT PLAYER NAME]!
How did nobody notice a dungeon underneath the town? Somebody would have had to.
Everyone who figured it out, that is .. All dead..
And itâs not a dungeon. Dungeons are for old castles and twelve year olds. This place is how would I describe ⌠inhabiting many spaces. The betweens of the world. The gaps in mathematics. Itâs quite simply beyond you, Iâm afraid.
Just think of it as the real Margarita Zone.
This is too much. My head hurts.
[INSERT PLAYER NAME] ever wonder where all the wives and husbands in town went? Why everyoneâs an eligible single father?
âŚI just thought it was a coincidence.
Nothingâs a coincidence, idiot. No town in America has such a concentration of eligible, willing Dads.
And do you want to know why?
I donât know if I do, Joseph.
Because of me. Because of my work. Because of my loyalty.
How many couples have I pushed to divorce? How many wives and husbands have I hunted in the dark?
Wait! Amandaâs Mother/Father- It canât be!
I unfortunately canât take credit for that one. It seems entropy beat me to the punch.
I donât know if thatâs a relief or not.
But man, what if I had? The look on your face wouldâve been priceless. Maple Bay is a psychic beacon of unfathomable power, but it requires sacrifice. It needs to feed on those deep, unquenchable pangs of anguish. And all to get these very good friends of ours here, in my town, and my fatherâs town, and his father before him. Hurting for human touch. Praying for the salvation of kindness.
Of course you donât. You were out there gallivanting about, seducing all the hottest single Dads. Meddling in something you have no understanding of. A greatness you could not conceive.
Out there, in the dark of the sea, lies something that has been waiting to return for a hundred million years. It showed the path to Jonah, my ancient ancestor, as it has shown the path to me.
And I will fuck each Dad whose life I destroy until the shame and stink of their failures has returned our eternal king to life. The fuel of a hundred thousand rank darknesses of the soul.
Wow. Do you have anything youâd like to say?
Iâll kill you if itâs the last thing I do. What about Amanda?
Just kidding! You donât get to choose. I know youâre used to being in control here. But now itâs my turn. And donât worry yourself about Amanda.
Please, [INSERT PLAYER NAME], give me some credit. Look at my pedigree. If I do my job, I wonât even have to.
Now if youâll excuse me, thereâs some other business I need to attend to. Your dear friend Robert has been awfully worried about you. I think itâs about time that miserable drunk gets one last visit from the Dover Ghost. A beautiful nightmare, wouldnât you agree?
Joseph (or Self Reflection?):
All along youâve been living a dream, Daddy.
Oh man. This is bad. This is very bad. How long was I out? When is he coming back? How do I get out of here?
A hand slips over my mouth.
Donât say anything. Hell, donât even think anything. Itâs okay, [INSERT PLAYER NAME]. Itâs me [⌠Mary âŚ]. Iâm gonna get you out of here.
She kneels down and starts working on the ropes around my ankles.
I gotta be honest, I didnât like you at first.
I guess I did try to break up your marriage
Shh! Shut up for once. Look, truth is I feel sorry for you. I feel sorry for the both of us. I donât think youâre a bad person, despite what you might think of me.
I donât want it to end like this. Not again.
I raise my eyebrows at her.
Come on. Who do you think lived in that house before you? Donât think about it. Not right now.
Mary finishes untying me and disappears.
I have to get out of here. I get out of the chair and run as fast as I can down the hallway outside of my holding cell.
Eventually I run out of breath. I canât keep sprinting. Not with these Dad knees.
I check myself. All I have are the clothes on my back and this thing in my pocket. The pocket knife that Robert gave me. If I have to defend myself, this is all I have.
Looking ahead of me, I canât see the end of the hallway as it bends further up there. I look back and canât even see where I started. I guess the only thing I can do is keep going and hope thereâs a way out on the other end. If there is an other end âŚ
The hallway bends and twists. Sometimes it gets smaller, to the point where I have to crawl on my hands and knees to get through. Sometimes it expands into a great cavern where I canât even see the ceiling. I see no way out other than to keep moving forward.
I donât know how long Iâve been walking, but my body aches with soreness. Iâm long past dehydration. My head is pounding. My vision is blurred. I lean up against the walls of the hallway for support.
Iâm not sure how Iâm still going.
And yet still here I am. Iâve been walking for what I think must be days. It could be weeks or months.
The exhaustion has sunk into my bones. I drift in and out of consciousness. I think Iâve slept, if you can call it sleep. My dreams are plagued with nightmares of being chased down this hallway. I see Josephâs kids. They hide in the shadows. Theyâre coming to drag me back to Joseph.
Oh god, Joseph. I can see his face so clearly in those dreams.â
I donât know why I keep moving, why I keep placing one foot in front of the other. My clothes are tattered and my shoes have worn through.
Itâs a door. A door at the dead end of the hallway.
I place my hand on the knob, seeing for the first time my gnarled fingernails and stretched, papery skin. I open the door and walk through.
âŚIâm in my house?! How did that!?
Amanda rushes into the room, wrapping her arms around me in a ferocious bear hug.
Dad! Where have you been?! Are you okay? I tried calling you like thirty times!
What happened? Did the boat break down or something?
You know what? Iâm just glad youâre home.
I look down and at myself and my clothes. Theyâre there. My shoes are on. My fingernails arenât gnarled.
I feel fine. I hug Amanda again. Nothing has ever felt as good in my entire life. I have to choke back tears of relief. Amanda! Iâm so glad to see you. You have no idea.
Wow, one night at sea. You didnât see a whale, did you? You poor thing.
No whale could keep me from my daughter.
Youâre damn right. You know what? You need breakfast. A very greasy breakfast.
Amanda skips out of the room.
This is all so confusing! Was it a dream?
By the way, is it okay if Emma P. comes over tonight?
You know, my best friend?
Oh, sure. Wait! I thought- isnât Emma R. your best friend? She has red hair? You do art together? You pooped in her bed during that sleepover one time?
Oh right, my mistake. Teenager brain, you know?
I sit down on the couch, suddenly very exhausted. All I want is to have a big plate of hashbrowns with my daughter by my side while I quietly work on my word jumbles. I reach over to the coffee table and grab my trusty book of jumbles.
This is- this is a crossword puzzle.
I stare at it for too long.
Amanda pops her head in from the kitchen. Workinâ hard on these eggs, Dadtron. If you want the perfect over-medium I gotta be in the zone.
Why, did you get me something?
No, seriously. Whenâs your birthday?
Do I have to answer this? My birthday? Dad, really?
I have seen a lot of weird stuff today, Amanda. Humor me
Amanda Demon (AmandaDemon):
⌠Itâs My birthday âŚ
Nothing gets past you, huh?
You know, I almost had you going there for a sec. Was it the crossword puzzle that gave it away? You know, I try so hard to nail the details
Like, cooking you breakfast? Over-medium eggs with hash browns? Come on. Thatâs so you.
And my Amanda impression? I really think I stuck the landing on her irreverent yet wholesome tone. The whole aromatic pixie dream daughter thing? I shouldâve been on Broadway with these chops
 I feel like youâre not appreciating how much work Iâve put in here.
Amanda turns ash black, her clothes, hair and bracelets collapsing into concentric rings of pitch-dark smoke.
Cracks begin to form along the walls around me. I look down and see the floor collapsing in tiles. As the wall crumble I see where I truly am.
Almost got away, huh? Youâre a crafty one, arenât you? Dunno how you got out of those ropes. Oh right! Mary! Sheâs rocking the tag team with you, isnât she? Mary! Funny, here I was thinking marriage was about trust.
You know I thought I was gonna take care of Robert, and then here you were trying to make your escape and honestly [INSERT PLAYER NAME] youâre just killing my whole timeline here.
Wait, Robert! As quick as I can, I pull his folding knife out of my pocket and lunge for Joseph, throwing all my force into him. Joseph knocks the knife out of my hand. It skitters across the room.
[INSERT PLAYER NAME], I thought we were cool. I thought we had a thing here. What happened to Margarita Zone?
Welp, sorry bud, but I guess Iâm gonna have to do ya dirty. Doing you dirty means I have to kill you.
Joseph wraps his hands around my neck, smiling as he tightens his grip
Whatâs wrong? You were so into this last night
I have no strength left to fight him.
The world goes quiet around me.
All I can think about is Amanda. I miss her so much.
Iâm sorry Amanda. I love you more than anything.
[ Mary_noblink ] [ Joseph_pain ]
Josephâs eyes go wide. He releases his grip on me and I gasp in air. He turns around.
Honey, sweetie, youâve stabbed me âŚ
You stole so much of my life from me.
Joseph backs away from Mary, clutching the wound on his shoulder.
Sweetheart, we can work this out.
Chris peeks into the doorway behind Mary. He looksÂŚ different. Behind him are Christian, Christie, and Crish, who all creep into the room
Father, weâre so hungry. Wonât you feed us, Father?
Hey, sailor. Mary turns to me and holds out a hand. Itâs time to go.
I look back into the room at the horror I had escaped. The children corner Joseph as I crawl to Mary, who pulls me into the hallway. The more I look at it, the more it seems to break my mind. I turn away, my head pounding.
This body is but a conduit, Mary! Iâll see you in your nightmares! //Joseph laughing sfx
What the hell! My eyes open and I shoot up in bed, gasping for air.
Dad! Amanda leaps off of the chair in my room and attacks me with a hug.
Amanda! This is the best hug of my life.
I was so worried about you!
Iâm so happy to see her again. Wait ⌠Amanda, whatâs your birthday?
Dad, did you forget again? Remember? You got me a record player and we ate an ice cream cake at the beach? But then I dropped the ice cream cake and got sand all over it? Itâs March 22nd.
I remember that. Panda I missed you so much. What- What happened?
You donât remember? The yacht sank. The rescue crews had to pull you out of the water. That was a few days ago.
Nobodyâs seen him since. They found something in the Yacht wreckage. Some documents that showed he was embezzling funds from the church. Wait Thereâs a detective here who has been waiting to talk to you. Heâs nice but heâs drinking all of our coffee. Lemme go grab him.
Yeah. Amanda, I love you so much.
Amanda skips out of the room, and in a moment Mary enters with ⌠the guy I saw in the hallway
You know it was a real shame, what happened to Joseph. I had no idea he was doing what he was doing to the church. And I canât believe he ran once the feds showed up, leaving me to take care of our four beautiful children on my own
But donât worry, theyâre staying with my parents out in the midwest til this all blows over.
Mary stares at me, waiting for me to say something.
Glad to see youââŹâ˘ve both got your story straight.
Iâm happy youâre okay. I was worried about you.
Mary cracks a smile before turning and leaving my room. Take it sleazy, fellas.
Once the door closes, the man pulls up a chair and sits next to my bed. You donât know me, but I know a lot about you, {INSERT PLAYER NAME}. Been keeping tabs on you for a while.
Graves. Detective Saul Graves.
Thereâs strange and mysterious forces at work here in Maple Bay.
What you saw down there- what we both saw down there- I donât know if Iâll ever be able to forget it. And I get the feeling that you wonât be able to, either.
But itââŹâ˘s my job to get to the bottom of this.
So what does this mean for me?
It means to live your life like none of this ever happened. Go be happy. Go raise your daughter. Go fall in love.
Be well, [INSERT PLAYER NAME].
Saul walks to the door of my bedroom, but stops. He turns to me. And I know itâs hard to raise a kid as a single parent. Even I lost my wife under mysterious circumstances. Little Barry and I have been on our own for a while now, and if thereâs one thing Iâve learned through all of this, itâs that us Dads have to help each other.
Get some rest. But if youâre not doing anything later, maybe you give me a call out.