Thank You
You are fuming! Your bro Jensen has decided to go to that lame DnD live party rather than go cruising for some chicks with you and the guys. You notice a guy wearing some old clothes and decide to approach him.
“Hey, twerp! You’re one of those DnDers?”
“Well, we’re… uh… we’re doing an LARPG Call of Cthulhu, today, but..; Yes?” You fail to notice he is only faking being intimidated, and somewhat poorly at that.
“You know Jensen? I need him ASAP.” You think about it for a few seconds. “You know what? I’m coming with you.”
He nods, a bit of sweat but a mischievous smile on his face. He brings you towards a house you can swear was modern-looking a few days ago but now looks like an old manor. “That’s not very fantasy… More horror-like.” You say, trying to rile him up. He laughs. “Of course, Cthulhu is a horror game! You know, I’m sure there is one genre of RPG you would like. Ever wanted to be the survivor in a zombie apocalypse? A gangster gaining more turf? A cyborg kicking down aliens?” I slap him and ignore his look of pure wrath.
You miss the fact people seem to completely ignore the house and even walk across the street to no pass in front of it.
When you and the nerd enter the main room. It is surprisingly empty and there are some cobwebs in corners. The little shit sits against a chair that seems to just be there. “You’re not going to thank me?”
You spit in his direction. “Does that work as a thanks to you, asshole?!” you “joke”. Something about his posture is too relaxed for your comfort. He should be scared of you like all the other geeks! How the fuck did Jensen ended up hanging out with them?
The geek smiles like you fell into a trap. “Works for me.” You get close to him, ready to punch him, when suddenly-
Why would you want to hit your Master? Instead, you get on your knees and crawl towards him.
He smirks, checking his new propriety with his eyes. He seems to be satisfied and signals to you that you can stand up. He starts walking and you silently follow him. You never realized how cute boys can be. And he is so very handsome.
You two enter a room where plenty of other guys and women are sitting wearing clothes of the 1920’s. How do you know it’s from this period? You would have usually simply called those grandparent’s clothes.
Jensen is wearing a mobster suit and smoking a cigare when he sees you. "Roderick? Alf, what did you do to one of my bro?”
Your Master isn’t ashamed at all. “The little fly was insulting me, thinking it would get me to follow his orders. I couldn’t let it pass. Don’t worry, I’ll give him to you once we are finished with today’s fun and he’ll be a very submissive “bro” who will be happy to follow you anywhere, isn’t that right, Roderick?”
You hated people not calling you Rob, but you don’t care anymore. You simply smile. “Anything you want me to do, Master. I owe you that.”
Jensen sighs and mutters something you can’t hear. Instead, you feel thoughts coming from your Master. You let them override you and present yourself to the group of investigators your Master has summoned to understand what is haunting his new manor. “Hello, I am Philippe André. I am Mister Ashley’s humble servant. Do you have any luggage I should bring to your rooms?”
One of the female guests, you think she’s called Amelia Smith and is a renowned medium, calls to you. “Don’t worry about it, Philippe. We can take care of it.” For some reason, you feel the need to thank the guests the most possible. “Thank you for your sympathy, Miss Smith, but I am your humble servant. I don’t mind doing menial chores for your comfort.”
A worried-looking Alastair Muroe, a criminal you didn’t want coming, sends you a suitcase you hadn’t noticed before and tells you to go away fast. You obey, ignoring the snickers the guests exchange between them.


















