Robert Speedwagon is the best jobro and no one can convince me otherwise.
Rating: T
Pairing: Robert E. O. Speedwagon/Reader
JoJo's Bizarre Adventure belongs to Hirohiko Araki.
"Robert?"
It had been days since you heard from the only other person in your life, you were worried and scared that he had left you here to die. The basement that Robert Speedwagon kept you in was cushy, but there was nothing other than a bathroom and your room. Your room took up most of the space, and your bed was luxurious by all means. The wealth that Speedwagon had come to have was reflected in your surroundings; everything was gorgeous. But there was no way for you to get anything other than water. You gulped it down from the tap, and waited for a long time for Robert to come back.
He had never left you alone for so long before, and you had been accustomed to seeing him nearly everyday.
You had no idea how long you had been here, but he was the only person you had seen for the duration of your stay here. You wrung your hands nervously as you got close to the door leading into the basement, "Robert!"
There was a couple rules that he enforced and never once did you break them.
"Don't leave the room while I'm gone, and don't you talk to anyone other than me."
That was it, and you adhered to the rules with a fervor. It was easy to really, Robert always locked the door when he left and there was no one that knew you were in there to begin with. You had a fleeting thought of your parents, wondering if their child was dead, but you pushed that aside. You were terrified of being left alone for so long that you dared to jiggle the handle of the door.
You froze when the handle pushed down with ease and the door opened.
You swallowed but cracked it, and whispered, "Robert! Are you here?"
Something in you protested as you thought of running away, so you closed the door gently and ran back to your bed. You climbed into your bed and huddled in the blankets desperately; how were you able to go on without him? You didn't know if he was dead or not, or if it was even safe to leave the room at all. Maybe he had a reason to keep you here?
Then a thought hit you, what if he had willingly left you? What if he didn't love you anymore?
"He loves me," you told yourself. You were sure of it, he had spent so much time and effort to keep you happy. He never really hurt you before, you had been punished for little thing like not keeping your room clean or not. Robert was the one to cook you food and he bathed you regularly to ensure that you were clean. He was the center of your universe and he was gone! "He'll come back," you assured yourself.
"He always does."
Then another couple of days passed, and then another.
You were hungry, but you didn't care really. You didn't want to be alone anymore, and you wanted Robert to come back. You drank water to try and cover your hunger, but all it did was make you need to use the restroom more often. He was still gone, and it had been so long that you were sure a full week went by; you were beginning to really think that he was starting to get bored of you.
You cried yourself to sleep that night.
It got to the point that you were pacing your room in nothing but underwear and a blanket around your shoulders. You were muttering to yourself, lost in your thoughts and the way that you had been abandoned. You whimpered at the mere thought that he was gone forever, he wouldn't leave you. You were sure of that? But, the door was open for you to leave if you wanted.
But you wouldn't break his rule.
You crawled under your bed, and your foot was the only thing visible from underneath. "He'll be back," you whispered to yourself. That's all you were concerned with anymore; you couldn't feel your hunger anymore. You slept under your bed that night and the night after that.
You were dozing lightly under your bed when your door slammed open and you scrambled to hide in the middle of the bed, unsure of who was entering. You could hear frantic breathing and hid in your blanket as the person ran through the room, drawers were thrown open and things were being flung around. Your clothes and little trinkets were being flung whichever way.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! There's nothing here guys!" someone called out and you were grateful that you were under the bed, you didn't know who these people were. You weren't allowed to talk to them, you didn't want them here. "All those stories of Speedwagon's treasure is bullshit! Ain't nothing here!" and you were curious as shoes appeared in your line of vision.
Another person was in front of you, and you could reach out to touch someone else! But...Robert told you never to talk to someone else.
More footsteps got closer to you and you tried to keep the edges of your blanket from being seen.
"Whatchu mean ain't nothing here! That bastard was yucking it up and talking about his precious stuff! He fucking lives here for fuck's sake, ain't live anywhere else!" another voice chimed in.
Once again, your things were being thrown around.
"Oi! Check under the bed!" and you froze as the bed was ripped up and you were exposed to the light.
"AHHHH!" You screamed as a trio of masked people threw the bed against the wall and the only thing keeping you from them was the iron bed frame.
"Oh fuck," one of them whispered, "This is fucked!"
One of them helped another pull the frame and get it away from you; you scrambled back away from them. Your eyes wide and hair in disarray as the all crouched down and tried to calm you down. "Hey, hey! It's okay, we won't hurt you!" one whispered, they reached up and tore the mask off their head. A young man held out his hand to you for you to grab, but you merely shook your head.
You weren't allowed to talk to them.
"What's your name? God, is this what Speedwagon meant by treasure?" but you kept your mouth shut.
"Hey, keep your voice down, she's scared."
"What the fuck guys!"
You curled into a tighter ball and whimpered when they reached for you. You were too weak to do anything other than push at their arms when they reached down to scoop you up. "Damn, she looks familiar, wasn't there a girl that went missing a couple years back and her parents offered thousands for her back? She kinda looks like her," the one holding you said.
The man nodded as he looked at you, "Seems right."
"Come on, Speedwagon might be back at anytime," and you perked up.
Robert was coming back? You kicked your legs desperately and reached out for anything to hold onto. If Robert was coming home then you wouldn't leave! You caught one of them with a foot, and they hissed angrily, "Hey! We're trying to help you! Calm down!"
"What's going on here!" and you pushed desperately at the man holding you.
"R-Robert!" you voice was so hoarse and you could barely hear yourself, "Help!"
You could see him standing at the open door, with a murderous look on his face and his hands clenched. The trademark scar on his face was contorted as he snarled at the people down there with you. When the situation became clear to the people, they all froze and looked at you. The man dropped you and you whimpered when your head hit hardwood flooring.
Your vision went dark as you watched Robert walk into the room cracking his knuckles, and you blacked out.
When you woke up again, you were alone and wondered if you had dreamed it all. You were frantic that Robert wasn't there, and you tried to lift your head a little but it felt so heavy. "Sweetheart? Are you awake?" you blinked slowly when you saw Robert come into the room holding a bowl of something for you.
"Ro-Robert?" you brightened when he nodded, "You're back! I thought you left me."
Robert was quick to dissuade you from that notion, "Never! I would never leave you love! I got held up with a small issue in America, baby don't cry." You blinked away your tears, and smiled when he helped you sit up. You noticed this wasn't your room. You clutched onto his arm and shook desperately, you were breaking a rule. Robert held you close and calmed you down, "Hey love, don't freak out okay. This is a reward."
When you looked up at him in question, he smiled, "You did so good baby, I forgot to lock the door and was gone for nearly two weeks. You didn't break a single rule, those guys told me you wouldn't talk to them, you did so good love."
You noticed there were windows in the room you were in but you noticed more of Robert's things in the room, "Is this your room?"
"No," Robert smiled, "This is our room."
You had done good, you followed all the rules to a T. Robert was rewarding you for being good. You melted into his embrace as Robert thought of the last couple of weeks he's had.
While you were nearly starving alone in your room, he had gone through all the trouble of using his Foundation to set up your death. He found a girl that looked almost exactly like you and had her killed and found. While the early 1900s was an age of progress, Robert found that murder was still so every easy. Your parents had been distraught when he went to them with the 'findings' his Foundation made. He made a big deal about how his Foundation bought an old plot of land in the Midwest of America, and how your body had been found there. So far away from the home you had with the in Great Britain.
How you had been nearly decomposing when his workers told him about 'you'.
He attended your funeral and gave your parents his condolences and stayed to make it seem like your death had affected him.
Robert left your door unlocked to see if you would try to escape, but he hadn't counted on being robbed. He hadn't known that his stories of you, his treasure, would circulate in the way it did. He came home when he got a telegram from one of the workers watching his home, telling him that people had been scouting his manor for a couple of days.
Only to find them in your room, holding you, trying to get you to leave with them. He saw how you tried to escape, and how you didn't want to leave, he was so proud of you but was furious that they dared to touch you. Then you got hurt, and that was it. They sealed their death certificate when they dropped you.
Hours later when he cleared his mind and home of the invaders, he took care of you. He noticed how much lighter you were and vowed to marry you; but first he had to integrate you back into the real world. You didn't belong in that basement anymore, you proved your loyalty to him by staying in your room for so long. You could finally be where you were supposed to be, at his side.
Maybe if you were good, he'd give you a baby to watch after and make you part of the family forever.
Robert smiled as he fed you small amounts of broth, he made a good decision to snatch you up before anyone else could. He had been wary when he first took you, right from a park in front of your old home, but his gamble was worth it. He made himself a perfect wife.
So at this point I can't make anything for a part 5 character, since I haven't watched or read it yet. Just a FYI.
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