As he and Brendon were leaving the room, Dan could see Gerard carrying Bandit (who looked extremely sleepy) to a room that looked like it belonged to a child.
Frank tied Dan to a chair and started preparing the equipment.
"Okay, I'll loosen your ties around your upper body so you can take your shirt off" Frank instructed and Dan looked terrified.
"Wait what, why?" He shouted while being confused.
"So I can tattoo the Mark to your chest, idiot" Frank said while grinning.
"WAIT WHAT I DIDN'T AGREE ON THIS" Dan shouted and started struggling while making a lot of noice by shouting and screaming.
Suddenly Gerard bursted to the room, looking pretty damn furious.
"COULD YOU GUYS SHUT THE FUCK UP, DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO PUT A 4 YEAR OLD TO SLEEP!?"
"I'm sorry honey, Dan here just won't cooperate very well" Frank said, the anger in his voice very noticeable.
Frank took his gun, cocked it and pressed the gun against Dan's head.
"Now won't you just be a good little boy and cooperate for the sake of my lovely husband's mental health? We wouldn't want any accidents, wouldn't we?"
Dan gulped and nodded at Frank who then grinned widely.
"Do you need help?" Gerard asked. Dan gulped and took his shirt off. Gerard tied him up again. Frank was just starting to ink Dan when Gerard yelled:
"Frankie please wait until I'm out of the room I don't like needles!"
"Sorry Gee, I forgot" Frank said and smiled lovingly at his red haired husband. Gerard blew a kiss to Frank and exited the room.
Dan tried not to cry but failed miserably. He hated the pain and Susan hated tattoos. The whole process felt like it lasted for hours to Dan.
"Done" Frank said and let Dan take a look on his tattoo. There was a weird mark on his chest.
"Do you want anything else?" Frank asked. Dan thought about it for a while, but decided against it. Susan didn't like piercings or tattoos.
"No, now can you let me out of this chair please" Dan asked and Frank untied him. Dan didn't resist anymore and walked back to the basement Frank by his side with his gun.
At the basement an unexpected event was going on. Brendon was rocking Bandit and singing her a lullaby. Frank stared at him in awe before taking Bandit from Brendon and placing her on her tiny little bed.
Dan was quite surprised how the two men treated the child. Just a minute ago Frank had placed a gun on Dan's forehead but now he was rocking a child on his arms while smiling like an idiot.
Gerard was sat on the chair next to Bandit's bed, apparently he had fallen asleep before Bandit woke up again.
Frank looked very young, and Dan just had to think about how young he must be. Dan guessed that Frank's age was somewhere from 21 to 27, there is no way he could be older.
"How old are you?" Dan blurted out of nowhere. Frank looked at him with a surprised expression.
"31, what about that?" Frank answered and Dan stared at him not believing what the man had just said.
"You look so much younger!" Dan shouted.
"Shhh shut the fuck up he's going to wake up" Frank hissed through his teeth and Brendon laughed. To Dan it was weird that Frank was more concerned of Gerard waking up than Bandit.
Frank then put a blanket over sleeping Gerard and then put the (now asleep) Bandit to her little bed.
Then they walked out back to the living room, Brendon holding a gun against Dan's head.
So much for the kindness, Dan thought.
"Hey guys" Dallon said and walked in to the room with Phil and Connor. Brendon ran straight to him and kissed Dallon deeply while Frank and Connor made gag noices.
"Connor, is it true that Frank is 31?" Dan asked. He wasn't that afraid of the group anymore, he actually liked it deep down.
"Yeah it is, it's weird how he looks like he's 23 like me" Connor laughed.
"I don't look that young!" Frank shouted and Connor bursted into laughter.
"But did you know Dan, that Gerard is 35?" Connor said and Dan choked on air.
"WHAT?" Dan shouted and everyone laughed.
"I swear he's a vampire and so is Frank" Brendon said quietly, earning a smack from Frank.
"How are you two so tall?" Brendon and Frank asked in unison and stared at Dallon and Phil, the giants who had just walked in the room.
"I don't know, or maybe you are just all hobbits" Phil suggested playfully. At this point everyone was laughing.
Then something magical happened. Dan laughed. The whole room fell silent, but after a few seconds they started shouting again.
"I KNEW YOU WOULD LIKE US" Brendon yelled and took a sip of the vodka bottle on the table (which Dan swore hadn't been there a minute ago). Bandit had woken up and Frank ran back to the room. You could hear him singing her a song, while Gerard apparently still hadn't woken up. Bandit was probably the cutest child ever, despite her parents apparently being absolutely nuts.
"Okay, so Daniel now has his ink" Brendon said and Phil nodded. Dan simultaneously reached for his aching chest.
"We are going to Paris the day after tomorrow. We need some clothes for Dan" Phil said and Connor nodded.
"You can stay at mine and Gerard's, we are leaving tomorrow" Frank said, walking to the room.
"So are you done running?" Brendon asked and Frank nodded.
"Yeah, we've been on the run for like the last 2 years, and now the THO finally are sure that Fiona is sure that we're dead, and a contact finally got us a place in the outskirts of Paris" Frank said.
What the fuck is THO and why do they want Frank and Gerard dead?
"That's a great thing man, I'm happy for you" Dallon said and gave Frank a bro hug.
"So Phil and Con, do you wanna stay at ours for a while?" Frank asked.
"YES!" Connor and Phil shouted, but quickly shut their mouths when they earned an angry glare from Frank.
"Sadly Dallon and I have to stay in here, we got the tattoo business finally steady. We got three people who work here. If I remember right the name of one of them was Azurine, she's a badass" Brendon told us and Dallon continued:
"Then there's Austin, he's kind of a pastel goth"
"And last but not least, Odelia. She's great and probably the best piercer ever" Brendon finished.
"Wait, do you guys speak French?" Dan asked.
"Hell yeah!" They all said in unison.
"Phil and Dallon are fluent but Brendon and I have accents and sometimes make little mistakes" Connor said.
"Gerard and I are fluent and Bandit knows some French too" Frank said, sounding very proud when mentioning Bandit's language skills.
"Bonjour, je m'appelle Philip. J'ai vingt-cinq ans" Phil said and Dan somehow managed to remember enough from French class to understand.
"Ton prononciation est impressionnant" Dan suddenly blurted out.
-A/N if you speak French well or you are fluent, please tell me if this is right or not. And be ready I'm probably going to ask some help in the future from you-
"I thought you didn't speak French well?" Connor asked and Dan gulped.
"Je ne sais pas qu'est-ce qui se passe?" Dan said and cleared his throat.
"What the fuck just happened" Dan said, finally speaking English. He was really confused. How could he suddenly speak French so well?
"I have no idea" Phil said and looked Dan in to the eyes, as confused as Dan.
"Well this is getting weird" Brendon blurted out, took an another sip of vodka and earned an angry stare from Phil.
"Why don't we go to sleep?" Brendon suggested, earning a yes please- look from Connor. What Dan had noticed was how tired Connor ALWAYS was, the reason for it was a mystery to him though. Dan knew they weren't going to put him anywhere comfortable, and he was kind of right.
Dan had to sleep in a same bed as Phil while having his left leg chained to the bed, along with his left hand. Usually he would've caused a fuss about it, but he was too exhausted to complain, so he ended up laying beside Phil hoping that he wouldn't get killed in his sleep.