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Kevin, Radford, and Rick walked up to the house on the hill, standing near the steps up to the stairs.
“Why are we here again?” Rick asked, shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket.
“To see what’s up here! I wanna see what’s in the house, I’ve heard that people have been coming inside wearing red robes!” Radford said excitedly, holding his camera up to record what they see inside, “Kevin’s going to go in first.”
“What?! Why me?!” Kevin shouted, annoyed.
“Because you can run fast, so we don’t have to worry about you getting hurt.”
“... Wow, how nice of you to care about my safety,” Kevin said sarcastically, before mumbling about how stupid this was and going inside. One minutes passed, then two minutes passed, then around 5, before Kevin walked out
“No, nope, nope, not doing it, nope, not going back in there, nope!” Kevin walked away. Radford and Rick were confused but decided to leave as well, a bit scared of what Kevin could’ve seen that made him act like that.
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//KEVIN’S POV//
Kevin opened the doors, closing it behind him as he took a step in, only to freeze when he saw some sort of… Cult meeting? There were multiple people in red robes who quickly looked at Kevin, who was frozen in place from fear. A man, who seemed to be the cult leader, looked up at Kevin in some sort of fascination… When the man took a step forward towards Kevin. Kevin immediately left.
“No, nope, nope, not doing it, nope, not going back in there, nope!”
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//ATTICUS’ POV//
Atticus stared at where the young man had been before he left. Atticus stayed quiet, before looking over to his cult members
“Do any of you know who that is?” Atticus asked, not bothering to hide his fascination.
“I do. He works at the Candy Club I own,” Candy Dealer spoke up, stepping out from the crowd of cult members.
“I see… Get him back here as soon as you can,” Atticus demanded.
“Of course, I’ll make sure he gets here so we can sacrifice-” Candy Dealer got cut off by Atticus.
“No, no, I don’t want him sacrificed. I want to know this young man, maybe even date the young fellow..” Atticus mumbled that last part.
Everyone in the cult was shocked, but didn’t argue, knowing better than to argue with their leader.
“Of course, my mistake,” Candy Dealer apologized, before leaving to make a plan on how he would get Kevin here.
“You know, I’ll just see the young man myself,” Atticus suddenly said, catching Candy Dealer off guard.
“Sir, you haven't been out in public in so long, what if-”
“No need, I’ll be careful,” Atticus reassured
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//TIME: MORNING, AROUND 10AM//
Kevin was standing behind the counter, thinking about what had happened. It was creepy, oblivious, but the man who approached him.. He look so amazing, so-
Wait, he couldn’t be thinking about that! The man was most likely a cult leader, why is he thinking about this?!-
Kevin looked up when he heard the doors slide open, distracting him from his thoughts, before pausing, seeing the man from last night. The man approached, smiling.
“Hello, are you Kevin?” The man asked, his voice sounding like sweet honey.
“I- yes, that's me, sir,” Kevin replied nervously, which made the man chuckle.
“Please, just call me Atticus, Darling,” The man, Atticus replied sweetly, grabbing Kevin’s hand and kissing it. Kevin blushed, confused and flustered. Atticus spoke once again, “Please, I would like to get to know you better. May you do me the honors and go to dinner with me?”
“Oh! I… Sure, I wouldn't mind. It’ll have to be after work-” Kevin got cut off by Atticus.
“No need to worry, I happen to know your boss, he won’t mind if you accompany me.” Atticus said, nonchalantly.
“Well… Alright, if you say so. I'll change into some normal clothes.” Kevin went into the back, changing into his clothes, before meeting with Atticus outside.
“Here, we can drive in my car, no need to go on that bike of yours,” Atticus smiled as he led Kevin to his car.
“Wait, how did you know about my bike?-”
“Don’t question it, Darling.”