Had a thought about Dad Franco writing off your anger or distress about everything he put you through as you needing a nap. It’s fine, kids get cranky all the time. Nothing that nap wouldn’t fix.
The process is simple, he fixes you up a bottle of warm (totally not drugged) milk, dresses you in pajamas and has you drink while he rocks you to sleep. It’s not an easy process, since you wanna fight Franco every step of the way and even prolong the process through being stubborn. Nothing like a little reminder wouldn’t hurt.
“C’mon Bambina, drink your milk or else I’m gonna have ta’ pay a visit to your momma.”
“*Sniffles* M-momma?”
“Oh yeah, I’ll send her over to meet yer actual mother if ya don’t drink up.”
The way you get so drowsy and compliant is so precious to Franco, how your angry sentences and yelling is toned down to single words or weak whimpers. Sometimes Franco amps up the dosage so you’ll be fully dependent on him for this short period of time.
He gets such a giddy grin when he hears you softly address him as papa from your bed when he tries to leave. Or how you cling to him
If he had kids with a woman and then dipped, and his kid grew up to be very successful whether it was for their looks or career he would ABSOLUTELY try to worm his way back into that kids life. And to cover his ass he’d say all these passive aggressive remarks about “I tried to see you but your mother wouldn’t let me blah blah blah”. Is also bragging to everything that he’s the father. Will go to extreme lengths to prove it to the public so he can be involved in the popularity and validation. He’s such a whore.
Warnings: Kidnapping, stalking, mentions of typical Franco Barbi activities, brutal violence towards your adoptive parents and general Outlast shenanigans.
You liked to assure yourself after having a nightmare with the knowledge that they were completely irrational and were unable to happen. It was just a dream, a cruel trick that your mind liked to play on you and that you’d eventually wake up safe and warm in your bed. Where you could go into your parents’ bedroom and get some assurance from them. A comfort, a loving assurance that was quickly stolen from you.
A family vacation to Cuba was something that you’d been looking forward to ever since your adoptive father had announced that he got the plane tickets. You had absolutely loved it at first, with all the beaches, tourist attractions and the pleasant weather. It all only started to go so wrong after you stumbled across a guy in the hotel lobby. At first the weird occurrences started off small. There was the candy left in front of the door, your favorites from when you were younger. Your parents advised you to throw them out in case they were contaminated.
Then there was the Cuban dollars that had mysteriously shown up in your nightstand alongside a few letters. It had sloppy handwriting, the paper itself reeked of cigar smoke and a sickeningly sweet boozy smell.
‘Get yourself something nice, Bambolotta. Go to the fuckin’ movies or something, I’ll see you soon.’
‘Don’t tell your folks about this, it’s already rude enough they threw away all my other gifts to ya. Fucking rude.’
‘You’ve gotten so big, makes me wonder where all the time went, stolen from us. Do ya still have your rabbit?’
You looked at your stuffed rabbit with more unease after that letter. Better yet, how did they know? And why? You felt anxiety churn in your gut after that, legs trembling as you immediately hid the letter. It was one of the only remaining pieces of your old life before you were adopted by your parents. Your mother had confided that she had found you wandering alongside a dirt road in nothing but a lilac nightgown and your stuffed bunny. You didn’t say much, just that you missed your daddy and that he went away without you. You and everyone else reasonably assumed that your father was the one who abandoned you.
They were sorta right, just not in the way you had expected. Now you wish that it was your father who had abandoned you. It felt like hours despite it being only 12:00 am. You’d been hiding underneath this bed for what felt like an eternity. It had been an ordinary night at first, your parents had gone down to the hotel bar for a couple drinks and instructed you to stay inside. Reasonable enough, you watched some tv before deciding to go to bed.
Then you heard muffled screaming? Loud thumping as if someone had been throwing another person around. The photos hung up on the wall shook and occasionally fell from how loudly this person was being thrown. Your blood went cold when hearing your mother’s fearful voice, crying over your father and asking what did they do to warrant this? The assailant rebuffed her statement by smacking her.
“Oh I’ll tell ya what you fuckins did, you stole my fuckin’ baby from me! Did my dad pay ya off to take ‘er? Huh? Huh?!” Each ‘huh’ was punctuated with a harsh kick in the gut. You immediately hid underneath the bed, crying into your stuffed bunny’s fur as you watched with horror as he busted the door open. The light from the lobby pooled into the dark room as you got a glance at your parents’ twitching bodies outside.
Heavy breathing echoed through the room as your parents’ attacker proceeded to start tearing apart the room for you. “[Name]? Sweetness?” The aggression in his voice was gone and replaced with something more softer, affectionate. You whimpered quietly, curling into a fetal position as you heard the bed creak and watched as the man tore off the covers.
“C’mon out baby, I’m not mad at cha… s’just had to take care of business that’s all.” Franco announced more loudly. He paused, humming and scratching his head. You were always so good at hide and seek, so quiet. Franco huffed, stomping towards a closet and pulling its doors open. “It’s not nice ta hide from me, kinda hurting my feelings.” He grumbled, angrily slamming the doors shut. First time seeing you in years and now you wanna be shy? Franco sneered at your ‘parents’ twitching forms, lips curling into an animalistic snarl.
“Did dad also have ya make my baby scared of me too? Ooh, you’re fuckin’ pushing it here.” You whimpered, hoping that he’d leave so you could properly call out for help. Then it went quiet, as if he had left the room. Before you could make the first move, you were aggressively pulled out from underneath the bed and greeted with the man himself, the same man from the lobby.
So I have this idea that is based on @klm-art suggested about Franco’s kid possibly being taller than him where he’s scolding you and he has you bend down so he can grab you by the ear to properly scold you
“I’ve told ya multiple times to stop sneaking out at ungodly hours of the night to do whatever the fuck ya do with your little friends n shit! For fucks sake, I can’t-! Could ya bend down for me a lil? Yeah a few more inches, okay better. ANYWAYS, you’re grounded for a month and I’m takin’ your damn car keys!”
Franco also probably gets sad that he can’t carry you around or hold you in his lap that much anymore. He sighs dramatically when he sees old photos of you napping or sitting on his lap or propped up against his chest or sucking on his pacifier.
“Dad? What’s your problem?”
“Your legs! You’re getting way too tall for me, that’s it. I’m gonna chop ‘em off.”
Dad Franco at first: Ew I don’t like you, why weren’t a boy?
Dad Franco way later down the line: So here’s my large photo collection of my beautiful, intelligent, classy and beautiful little lady. I got way more in my wallet but this is the height of the collection. She can’t do any wrong :)
i can only imagine the amount of pure painful agonizing guilt franco has to feel if he were to accidently injure his lost reagent daughter with lupara in a trial or something like you said in that one post. or when he accidently mentally pushes her too far trying to get her to accept him and she impurely regresses. he'll probably just drop everything and desperately try to comfort and soothe her like she was an infant all over again. mentally beating himself to a pulp and having a breakdown for failing her again and just going "imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorrymybabyMYPOORBAB-"
it'd probably hurt him so bad he'd just want to sob and throw up 💔
Oh Franco would feel so awful and the worst father in the world if he were to accidentally hurt you. First he let you be abused in the system and now this!
Granted he didn’t see it was you at first since his vision briefly was messed up due to a stunt rig and he blindly shot at whatever and just so happened to hit you. You stifled your sobs as your heart nearly stopped at hearing the vile, grotesque threats leaving Franco’s lips and you nearly soiled yourself from fear when he scruffed your shirt collar and shoved Lupara in your face.
He quickly dropped you when realizing that it was you that he injured. You were sobbing and pleading for him to not hurt you as Franco gave himself the ass beating of a lifetime internally. First few days he’s seen his baby and he brutally injures you! Just as bad as his own father!
You screamed like a dying rabbit as Franco dragged you off to the theatre to properly bandage your injury. Franco cringed and kept practically whimpering out apologies as he fished out the tooth he lodged in your leg. He patched up the injury nicely and cuddled you as an apology. You were paralyzed with fear and mind numbing pain as you were propped up against Franco’s chest as he nuzzled the top of your head.
“My poor baby, I’m so sorry angioletto, daddy didn’t see yous there!”
“Shh, it’s okay sweetness, daddy’s got cha. You did so good, gots my pain tolerance.”
“Yous can cry, I don’t blame you. D’aww you’re shakin’ like a leaf… I didn’t mean it, those scab motherfuckers have a bad habit of tossin’ shit at me. Fucks up my vision.”
here's an interesting thought 👀
what if franco's adopted reagent daughter was somehow younger? like 13-12? like lets say murkoff REALLY didn't gaf, in fact in there minds the fact that she's a kid only makes it easier to brainwash her. poor thing
i'm pretty sure if she was straight up a kid like that franco would probably glue her to his hip at that point, like wouldn't even let her participate in the trial. just keep her in a room or not let her leave his line of sight. he would be a helicopter parent on the spot lol
Oh we are so hitting Franco where it hurts with this one bc he was doing hitman work at 12/13 himself. He notices your small stature and how childish you are, which honestly deeply unsettles him to his core. Like you act so innocently and behave like your age, between crying at seeing the brutality on display, asking if you get weekends off and even clinging to the older reagents like parental figures.
You complain about your head hurting bc they drilled those night goggles into your head, how you are easily beat up by ex-pops etc. You cry and apologize to Franco when he catches you poisoning his drug supply. It brings up uncomfortable memories of when Franco was a kid, how he would revert to a childish state of trying to apologize to his dad after fucking up a mission, how he’d snuggle with his stuffed toys after preforming a hit etc.
Franco is definitely adopting you, like scientists have to come in and try to pry you away from him. You’re more receptive to Franco’s behavior since he’s probably one of your first friends and how he’s nice to you.
“I like yous mister, you’re nicer than the others..”
Reader making a pillow fort in your prison cell room and hoping that Franco will finally leave her alone/he wouldn’t find you only for Franco to join you.
“This is way better than the bed sweetness, good job :3”
