#'and because you're actually psychotic you won't have a leg to stand on'

[mechanismprobability]

Mania has me by the throat, and it is slamming my face against the table over and over and over 🙃

[mikyur]

Destined to be together~

yandere oc (Boy without eyes) x Fem/reader

warnings: obsession, injured reader, eyeless Yandere, general Yandere stuff.

Another day passes and the routine continues, in the afternoon he comes to clean your foot wound, he cleans it with all the care possible and takes care of you very well.

Are you really not going to tell me your name?. You ask again, very curious to know the identity of this man.

Why do you want to know this so much?. He asks focusing on his wounds.

I just want to know the name of my hero soon!.

He stops what he's doing and stays silent for a while and you're confused.

what there was?. You ask and he shakes his head as if coming out of his thoughts.

It was nothing. He responds and returns his focus to his foot.

Hmm apparently you won't tell me. You sigh in defeat. He doesn't say anything and you look at your foot and see that it is much better and is no longer swollen. And then you make an effort to move it and to your surprise your fingers move.

Are you sure my foot was broken?.

I have, why?. he asks and turns to you with his hand still on your leg.

Well, I think it's not normal that I can already move my fingers, isn't it too early for that? or maybe I have some kind of power!?. You say super excited, and still surprised that you can already feel your leg so quickly, because, like, it wasn't broken?

...

You were excited but for your excitement when you look at him and you see his lack of reaction he simply doesn't react he doesn't show any smile at the fact that you are improving a lot.

Aren't you happy for me? and... maybe you were mistaken, maybe you weren't really broken... You feel him squeezing your leg and you get confused.

what are you doing?. And with his question he does something you would never imagine he would do.

I said it was broken, so it is broken. Then he just broke his leg with a psychotic smile on his face.

W-what did you do...? why did you do that!?. You ask quite surprised, why did he do that!? Wasn't he a good person? Wasn't he helping you?

you ask yourself while screaming in pain and crying.

You can't leave me again. He says this calmly as he stands up from his chair.

what!? How can I leave you again? What are you talking about!?. You ask confused holding your broken leg.

I knew you would come back to me and this time I won't let you go. He says smiling and you start to lose your strength and consciousness thanks to the severe pain in your leg and the crying.

You're probably going to pass out now and don't worry honey I'll be here when you wake up, have a good rest.

And so you actually faint but before it goes away you catch a glimpse of his small smile, and you hated the fact that deep down you thought that smile was cute.

Sorry for any writing errors 7w7 and the lack of history before is because my translator is having problems and doesn't want to work ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ

[marichild]

uhhhh I went insane and wrote. a drabble(?) about it. shifted timelines to post cannibalism arc and I already have a plot ish in my head but yeah atsushi isn't actually dead because I may cry trying to write that. it'd break me.

Atsushi isn't breathing.

"Shit," Ryuunosuke breathes out, "shit, shit, Jinko—"

There's blood and Atsushi's left arm and right leg are missing and he's so sickly pale, paler than Ryuunosuke; panic makes his head spin and he clutches Atsushi closer, tilting his head to check his pulse.

"Shit, shit, shit," he repeats, willing Rashoumon not to pull back lest he drop Atsushi from his trembling arms, shaking so much he can't believe it, "shit, Jinko, wake up, wake up, you're not supposed to die yet, not yet—"

It's there. Faint, so faint, he almost misses it, wingbeats fluttering to nothing, but it's there, and it doesn't do anything to dissipate the panic clinging to his lungs because it's fading fast—

more interactions with kuni and dazai once he gets atsushi to the ada under cut!

tw mild mental health stuff (mentions of a psychotic episode)

"I thought you'd want Atsushi to die," Kunikida says after a long moment. "Haven't you been hellbent on killing him this entire time?"

Ryuunosuke's eyes narrow. "What are you trying to say, detective?" he growls. "Are you insinuating that I'd kill the weretiger in an unfair fight? Or are you saying that I'm here to go against my boss's orders?"

"You did do this," Kunikida returns, just as heated.

Rashoumon springs out, arching toward Kunikida's throat. "How dare you—"

"Now, now," Dazai cuts in, one hand darting out to stop Rashoumon in its tracks, and Ryuunosuke flinches back, mind a flurry of shield shield shield before he remembers, "you're disobeying Mori-san's orders now, Akutagawa-kun. Cooperation won't work if you kill our second-in-command."

For a second, betrayal rips through Ryuunosuke, as familiar as it is sour. Why would Dazai-san protect that man? And then he remembers, Dazai-san's loyalties are different. As it has been for four years.

"I didn't kill the weretiger on purpose," he says, surprised by how ragged he sounds. "That's not—we had an agreement. I wouldn't violate that. I wouldn't ever try to."

"He's not dead, Akutagawa-kun," Dazai draws back, settling onto the couch with his legs crossed again. "Yosano-san was able to heal him. That's her ability, remember?"

Ryuunosuke doesn't understand why his legs nearly give out with relief. "Huh?" he manages. Dazai's mouth curls, vaguely amused as always. "He's not—?"

"The problem is that he isn't waking up," Kunikida says, now standing a healthy distance away from them both. "His body is physically fine now. The tiger regrew his arm and leg too. We think it has to do with his mental state."

"His mental state?"

"Atsushi-kun was in the hospital for a psychotic episode a week ago," Dazai says. "He hasn't fully recovered. That, and the blunt force trauma, is probably what's keeping him down."

"Psychotic...?"

"He has a rough history," Dazai tells him. "It's not my place to divulge the details, but his short life has been miserable. He's had a good few months here at the Agency, but only a few months of reprieve could happen before his demons caught up to him."

The first thing Ryuunosuke thinks is, is that why you prefer him to me? and he has to tamp it down, because that's hardly the most important thing, it's all too clear that Dazai simply doesn't have Ryuunosuke down as a priority anymore even if he hates it. And then, "how old is the weretiger?"

"My, you don't even know that?" Dazai actually looks amused now, mouth curled, eyebrows raised, eyes twinkling. Hot shame flushes Ryuunosuke's skin. "Atsushi's eighteen years old."

Shit, is Ryuunosuke's only coherent thought. That's—barely two years younger than Ryuunosuke, but—he's young. He'd just assumed Atsushi looked young, but eighteen is a life hardly lived. Psychotic episodes? What causes such—?

"I'd have thought you'd make it your business to know as much as you could," Dazai says. "Isn't he your rival, Akutagawa-kun?"

Truthfully, Ryuunosuke couldn't handle looking into Atsushi. Learning something about Dazai's new subordinate, his new protege, beyond what's necessary—rage and hate and despair claw so thickly up his throat when he thinks about it, a chorus of unfair unfair unfair why you why you why you ringing in his ears.

He's not Dazai. He's not Chuuya. He's not like them, obsessively nitpicking details about his rival, finding tricks and secrets to play with—no, he'd take on Atsushi headfirst, in a fair fight of strength and willpower. Except, except, right now—

"Will he wake?" he asks, struggling to breathe. He shouldn't be so bothered. He's killed a hundred men and a hundred more for pettier reasons. For reasons not much less shallower than violence, plain and simple. Yet, when it's Nakajima Atsushi, who he promised a fair fight, who he's lent his power twice—

that's p much all I got :d might make it into a full fic eventually!!!

Waking up to a nightmare (colored ver)

[sophi-s]

Cost of Kindness

Chapter II: Fear me not

By: sophi-s

Fandom: Darksiders video games

Words: 6373

Characters: Raphael, Original Character (OC)

Warnings: Blood and injury, suffocating, violence, Raphael is sad :(

Summary:

Nicola is quick to find trust in herself and quick to lose it. She doesn't realise however, that the man she fears sees something in her others cannot. And this something is what made him save her life again.

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Through the few short weeks, the apocalypse has taught the dying Humanity many different things. Resourcefulness, cunning, true strength of unity… and among other things, the cruel life had taught them, was bravery in its purest form. Bravery that isn't simply an absence of fear but the power to overcome it. Stay cool-headed even in the most extreme scenarios, allowing them to face down even the most horrifying demons and either get away mostly unscathed or sometimes even beat them if they were lucky. Without those traits, survival was nigh impossible these days.

This last very important lesson however, Nicola seemed to have quite spectacularly failed to learn. Even as lucky as she was - considering that she lived thus far - she never was the bravest creature in this God-forsaken world. Smart? Sometimes. Ingenious? Sure. But brave? Not really, no. Especially now, as she was staring up at the angel who she decided to trust not even a minute before and who has just ruthlessly murdered a demon with little to no remorse in a very, very sickening way. Her muscles refused to move as though Raphael had already used the spell of paralysis against her as she watched the corners of his mouth, previously quirked upwards in a small smile, slowly descend. His expression in the matter of seconds morphed into confusion when a quiet sob escaped her. This horrifying, agonized screeching was still ringing in Nicola's ears, the demon kept writhing before her eyes and she couldn't help but wonder.. what did it feel like? To have one's life drained like that. Because judging by the sounds the Goreclaw produced, it must've been truly torturous.

"Human…?"

The soft voice of Raphael snapped her out of this strange haze and the sight of his hand extended towards her once again made her heart jump and begin to race. Her mind was telling her that if Raphael wanted to harm her, he would've done it already. Besides, moments before the demon came, he healed the cut on her forehead demanding nothing in return. Only because he could and - for some reason - wanted. But the chilling claws of panic gripping her throat and the fight-or-flight instincts kicking in, screaming inside her head made the voice of reason merely an inaudible whisper drowning in the sea of primal fear of the possible approaching danger. And right now, her body definitely settled on "flight".

"No! "

She yelped and tried to get away but her heels met the corpse behind her and it caused her to trip over the husk of the once frightening demon. With an expression of shock, Raphael retracted his hand as her rear painfully met the tough and damp floor. There was utter horror gleaming in her emerald green eyes, matched by lack of comprehension in his.

"Why are you frightened?"

And he has the audacity to ask why. Nicola thought bitterly as she started to scramble away. At the first glance, Raphael seemed so kind, he was such a gentle soul. Even his face, despite the collapsed cheeks, has the most trustworthy look to it Nicola had ever seen. This kind is the worst. Makes you trust them, lower your guard.. It seems she'd conveniently forgotten about one fact she noticed moments after she found Raphael. He's completely, absolutely and utterly insane. Unpredictable. At first he couldn't even remember his own name or how he got here. Who can guarantee her that he won't have an abrupt change of heart and lash out at her? She wasn't going to take chances. Leaping up to her feet, Nicola blindly runs off into the dark pathway she initially emerged from, her shotgun left forgotten on the floor just as she heard an almost frantic-sounding call echoing from the haphazard hide-out alongside the sound of rustling feathers and cloth.

" NICOLAAA! "

To her, this shout may have as well been a roar of a Fallen that not so long ago nearly succeeded in ending her life. A golden hue on the walls glistening with wetness trembled and started to move. No one had to say that out loud for her to realise that the angel was actually chasing after her. And to think that merely seconds ago Raphael was struggling with standing up properly… The pain of her overworked legs was gone, forgotten. They carried Nicola like a completely different entity, moving on their own, tireless and strong with only one purpose. Get away. Survive. Escape.

How Nicola managed to get to the point where she started her sightseeing tour of the sewers without any source of light and without tripping over all those bodies she found before was a mystery even to her. Even the slickness of the ladder didn't phase her as she pushed the lid off and quite literally pounced out of the hole in the sidewalk like a puma. She only hoped she'd managed to lose her pursuit in the winding corridors. Placing the lid back where it belonged, Nicola immediately booked it for the nearest alley just to be sure.

Once she was more or less hidden, she leaned against a crumbling wall, breathed out silently and covered her mouth to muffle the uncontrollable sobs. She thought that for once she found something that wasn't about to end her where she stood but it seems that the Universe has taken it as a matter of some twisted honor to slaughter every single member of the human race. This is just unfair. Sure, there was a lot of people who deserved to be smited into oblivion by the God himself for what they'd done but if the apocalypse was supposed to be some kind of punishment, then for fuck's sake why does the entire race has to suffer for it?! How is this even fair ?!

It's not. That's how.

Nicola looked up at the night sky glittering with numerous stars, winking at her like thousands of watching eyes as tears spilled down her cheeks, leaving clean trails in the dust and grime. Eventually, her heartbeat started slowing down, her breath evening out and the adrenaline gradually receding from her system. Now she had a moment to clear her head and think. She had no doubts she can be forgiven for running away. Every person in their right mind would do the same in her situation. Nicola refused to die like this.. But on the other hand… This panic in Raphael's voice, the almost childishly innocent smile as he closed the cut on her skin and the gentleness to his every move as he tried to heal a defenseless kitten… God, this is so… so… Nicola couldn't even find the right word. Despite what the angel did to that Goreclaw, no one said he meant to hurt her too. He may be crazy but that doesn't mean he's a psychotic murderer. This was a demon and angels rightfully hate demons! In his mind there was most likely nothing wrong with that. Besides, she gave Raphael no reason to think of her as a target. All of the sudden, Nicola felt unbelievably foolish for running off like that. Raphael saved her life after all. And she acted nothing if not horribly ungrateful. Should I go back? She'll have to anyway. In a hurry, she left her weapon back down there and Haven was short on those… Dang it…

She sighed. It honestly made her feel like a moron. Damned survival instincts… Sure, they were keeping her alive all the time but sometimes they were just so incredibly annoying. Why would they make her run away from someone who protected her even though he had no reason to do so and nothing to gain from it? From the first angel who seemed to care what fate befalls her? Goodness me, this is so stupid… Nicola shook her head and was about to walk back to the entrance to the sewer when she noticed something in an adjacent alley. Seeing a pair of hungry yellow lights slowly moving closer to her, just above the ground made her heart drop. Her sight has long got used to darkness and so it took her only a fraction of a second to notice curved, black horns above them, long and spindly arms on either side of a slender body ending in a long, scaly lube. A snake-like tail…

With a pounding heart, Raphael quickly moved through the sewer that has long ago turned into his hide-out. Tracking down the strange little human who unexpectedly visited him in his "lair" was harder than it seemed. She was way faster than he would have given her credit for. By all means, in her short legs she shouldn't be that quick. Fear does strange things to people.. But why was she afraid? This short meeting was inarguably the most wonderful thing that happened to him ever since he left the White City. He couldn't quite remember how long ago it was but definitely too long for his taste. All he recalled was the horrible, sharp bite every time he repeated the ritual to finish his greatest creation, followed by a short-lived feeling of elation soon to be replaced by deathly cold within the centre of his being. Each time getting worse and worse until he couldn't stand it anymore. Quickly descending into madness caused by never-ending pain and the chill of his damaged soul, the invisible wound in his chest as cold as a forgotten grave, he knew he can't keep doing this. And so, after having lost his purpose, there was no reason for him to stay anymore. He refused to disappoint his brethren.

You've fulfilled your task. They don't need you anymore.

Raphael halted for a moment, blinking to try and chase away the taunting whisper in the back of his head. It is not true.

"You're wrong. They do. More than ever…"

In the premature Endwar, Heaven's Legions probably wished he was with them. But that doesn't change a thing. He's not going back. Not after he failed to save Ithuriel as an unexplainable surge of panic paralyzed both his hands and his magic. It still sometimes haunts his damaged memories… The young warrior slowly languished from a poisoned wound, grew weaker and weaker with every moment and the archangel couldn't move, couldn't even speak to call for help. Just.. stood there and watched unable to act. Until… A painful twinge through his chest made him wince. No. He can never allow something like this to happen again. He cannot fail them.. He refused to let anyone down like that. Ever.

Frankly speaking, Raphael started to wonder when he'd taken to talking to himself. Solitude clearly wasn't serving him… It's been so long since he had anyone to speak to and even longer since his mind felt this clear. This woman, Nicola, told him she is a human. Considering what has happened to the Third Kingdom, Raphael found it hard to believe. But the spark of life in her soul… it really did feel human. She wasn't a fiend from the Black Depths, nor was she of his own kin. Earth was where she belonged. But there was something in her… something so oddly familiar.. soothing. A flame like those burning in hearts of Heaven's people, just somehow fainter. Only a small fraction of it. Maybe her soul belonged to an angel before it was purged by the Well? Who knows?

But that aside, she was still human. And so, it might as well make her the last survivor of her race and the first creature to show him a lick of sympathy ever since he chose the path of a hermit. The Balance was in danger and this human was imperative for its preservation. For the first time in decades, Raphael felt needed. He had a purpose again. No one was forcing him to do this but the words in a caring tone leaving Nicola's mouth and clear concern for his well being even though she barely knew him for a couple of minutes were something he has been so… so dreadfully missing. As confused as he was by her attitude, he couldn't deny that it was… nice. How long has it been since someone expressed clear worry for him? Too long… The archangel wished this odd mortal near even if for just a short moment because strangely enough, her kindness directed specifically to him somehow eased the never-ending suffering and helped him focus his thoughts that kept running rampant without control whenever he couldn't busy himself with something other than the hole in his chest. And now they were focused on one goal. Find the human.

Raphael waved his bandaged hand through the air before him to invoke a spell and frowned when he detected the familiar presence he was searching for somewhere over his head. She must've left for the city above him. Right where she's out in the open for demons to pick out. Why did she run?

She knows what you are. And she is just a human. Of course she would run like a coward.

No. Raphael brushed this poisonous voice off. Believing in a single word it says will mean his failure. If he does, he will be doomed. Forever lost in the depths of insanity. No matter.. Channeling his magic, Raphael warped and reappeared amidst the sorrowful ruins of the city once inhabited by hundreds of humans. A wave of fresh air hit him in the face and for a moment made his head feel like it was spinning. His eyes opened wide when he took a huge gulp of oxygen. He never realised how sweet it can taste. After such a long time in the damp darkness… The stars peered down at him from the moonless sky, shining like shattered diamonds woven into black velvet. Enchanting and stunningly beautiful. If it wasn't so dangerous out here, Raphael would've surely been more eager to leave the dark pit he was stuck in to marvel at the Earth's still present beauty but such as it was… The moment he let his eyes wander across the vast expanse of the Earthen sky, his feathers bristled at the sound of a shrill cry of fear that tore the silence asunder. A cry of a female voice. Familiar voice. It could only mean one thing. His heart skipped.

Rushing towards the source of the scream, Raphael soon discovered the reason right behind a corner. The same human that indulged him in a much needed interaction, that calmed his restless spirit, was now struggling against the tightening coils of a serpentine body of a demon sorcerer which apparently has picked her as its midnight snack. Already feeling a mist of rage fall over his mind, Raphael shook his head to shrug it off for a little longer. Keeping his head as cool as he could, he performed a gesture with his hands as a string of words in his mother tongue slipped past his lips and his vision zeroed on the Shadowcaster.

Nicola was absolutely sure these were her final moments on this horrible, horrible world when the Shadowcaster jumped at her from a nook and wrapped its tail around her to try and strangle the life out of her like a gigantic, twisted constrictor snake, and watch her perish in suffering. What an awful way to die. Seeing the wicked grin of this malformed face as the last thing before her consciousness leaves her for good. Nicola hoped that if she had to die, then at least she would be sent off by a friendly face… But it seems that God denied her even this last, small comfort.. She fought ferociously against the crushing pressure that was successfully preventing her from catching another breath but to no avail. Her lungs felt as though they had been set on fire and her desperate wriggling only made the demon laugh excitedly as it whispered something she couldn't understand. She didn't have to though. Something told her it was nothing nice.. Dark spots started to gather in the corners of her vision and slowly encase her mind in darkness and she has already come to terms with the fact that this time she isn't getting out of this one alive when… the hold the Shadowcaster had on her loosened.

Taking a wheezing breath, Nicola fell over, still trapped in the coils of the scaly body. What? Once her vision cleared out a little, she saw her attacker lying stiff like a statue with its nasty eyes, previously burning with malice, now opened wide in shock and a web of golden lights crawling across its skin spoke for itself. Before any coherent thought could form in her head she was suddenly yanked free from the demon's grasp by an invisible force. A small cry escaped her when she felt a sharp sting on her thigh where the monster held her with its claws and soon she was gently deposited on the ground. Looking up into a pair of big, white eyes blinking down at her upside down from underneath a green, ragged hood.

"Raph-... phael…?"

She gasped to let her crushed lungs expand properly, though she needed no answer. It was him. He did follow her. And he saved her bacon. Again. Nicola truly wanted to laugh. If there were any doubts still left in her mind that Raphael is a friend before, they disappeared at this very moment. You bloody idiot, you ran from a dude who was trying to protect you and almost got yourself killed in the process. Nicola scolded herself inwardly as she struggled to breathe properly. No running again. Although she was most glad to see Raphael, she immediately noticed something was wrong. He was looking at her but without this soft smile. His eyebrows were knitted together in an expression of worry and… guilt? Why the…? And that's when she noticed that his eyes were flicking between her face and the spot on her leg which was quickly starting to grow warm and wet. Craning her neck to see, Nicola nearly choked once she caught the sight of three deep gashes torn into her flesh. And they were spurting about a lot of blood… Like.. a lot.

"You're bleeding… Hurt…"

His hesitant words only confirmed that it wasn't a hallucination caused by oxygen deprivation. Nicola bit her lip and tried to find that healing shard in her pocket but between being nearly choked to death, her empty stomach, sharp pain and seeing that amount of blood leaving her injured appendage she felt too dizzy to keep her head up and laid back down on the ground with a miserable mewl.

"In the eyes of our blessed Father, your days are numbered, foul beast.."

She heard Raphael hiss through his teeth once he looked up towards the place where the Shadowcaster was surely still face planting under the influence of the spell and his troubled frown turned into a scowl. There was this weird sound once more. Oh my God, he's doing it again… Nicola gulped, already preparing for the round two. Even though she was certain now that she had nothing to fear from him, it still doesn't mean she liked what she saw back then when the Goreclaw jumped her. She was already hearing the screeches of the demon even before they could come to be but this time no such thing happened. Something was different. The light that coalesced around Raphael's hand was not green but golden as the magic vibrated through the air once again. Everything lasted but a second. And instead of a series of pained shrieks, Nicola heard a single, sickening crunch. And then silence. Nothing more. Whatever happened, it was quick and mostly quiet. Probably because they were outside and more demons undoubtedly prowled nearby, and Raphael was definitely smart enough to realise that. Thank goodness… Nicola breathed before she saw the shimmering stars swimming before her eyes quickly starting to disappear along with her hearing. Soon, she slipped her eyelids closed in spite of the pain in her leg and found herself sliding into the dark. Hold on. Just a little longer.. Just… a little…

… longer…

If anything could be said about Shadowcasters, was that their skeletons, as flexible as they are, characterize with astonishing brittleness. One flick of Raphael's wrist was more than enough to snap its neck and give it a far quicker and more merciful death than it deserved. He couldn't allow himself for another drain as it would bring half of the Horde bearing down on both him and the wounded human at his feet. Besides, he didn't feel in need of its energy. The human…

Looking down at her, Raphael felt his heart cease for a second. She was lying there on her back, pale and motionless, her intricate green eyes shut. Alive, the blaze in her soul flickering, but clearly unconscious. Blood was still oozing from the wound he himself had made because of the spontaneous decision to wrench her free from the fiend's hold. He wasn't careful enough and failed to notice that the demon dug its talons into her skin. The archangel had seen a fair share of pain. He used to be the head healer back in the White City after all. The number of warriors he'd pulled out of the cold clutches of death was impossible to count. But somehow this was different. The poor woman was defenseless, weak and delicate. She couldn't even fight the demon that tackled her.

Azrael was right. Humans are very, very fragile.. Compared to other races, they were frighteningly easy to crush. Anything could kill them. From eating something wrong, through illnesses, to even falling into the water. Truth be told, Nicola was the first human Raphael had met in person and he didn't want her to be his last. Just stay calm. Don't panic… Not now… Kneeling down next to her, so small in comparison to him, Raphael gingerly peeled the torn trouser leg off the wound and placed his quivering hand over it, concealing the whole thing with his palm. His magic began to flow into the human once again to seal the torn flesh but there was very little time he had.

He barely managed to lessen the bleeding when a sound of a distant roar and a crash of a car being tossed aside, reached his ears. His head snapped up as his eyes darted around, searching for the owner of this cry. He would recognise it even in his sleep, even if the last scraps of his sanity left him. A Trauma was somewhere nearby. No doubt heading in this direction, attracted by the commotion and possibly the smell of blood as well. And a Trauma he couldn't afford to fight right now. Those things are hearty enough to break through his magic and get to him before he is able to put them down. Scooping up Nicola into his arms, Raphael wrapped his dusted wings around both her and himself and with a single arcane word they both vanished, leaving only a trace of quickly dissipating golden glow in their wake.

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How long had she been out, Nicola couldn't tell. All she knew that she felt as though someone ran into her with a car. Her breaths were shallow and her heart was beating way too fast for comfort. Groaning quietly, she laid her arm over her face before opening her eyes. To see a dark, damp ceiling gently illuminated by a warm light. Where the Hell-...? The last second before the blackout came back to her like a punch to the gut. The Shadowcaster. Raphael.. With a startled gasp, she shot up, looking about, promptly regretting her decision when the world started to spin again. And to her utter astonishment, she was once again in the small section of the sewers where she met Raphael, settled on some ratty blankets and covered with another one that fell from her chest the moment she stirred.

"Keep still.."

She heard and nearly jumped when she felt a hand fall onto her shoulder and gently coax her into lying down again. And honestly, with how nauseous and weak she felt, Nicola wasn't about to resist and let herself be lowered to the ground. Unsurprisingly now, she saw the familiar scrawny angel sitting cross-legged next to her and staring intensely at her with those big, disturbingly hollow eyes. He brought her back into his hidey-hole? It looks like it.. Why exactly however, Nicola couldn't tell. And there wasn't much she could read from those eyes. A couple of seconds passed. A minute. Two. Five. And he still kept staring. The awkward silence continued until Nicola decided to break it by clearing her throat.

"Uh… what's up, buddy?"

If she wasn't feeling like shit, Nicola would've burst out laughing when she saw Raphael look up at the ceiling confused but she really didn't have strength to explain that this was just an expression. Chucking to herself quietly, she rubbed her eyes with pads of her fingers to clear her blurry sight a little when again her stomach loudly demanded nutrition. And the poor angel who was still looking at the ceiling quite literally jumped away and glared at her abdomen distrustfully when it "growled at him". Seems like angels know as little about humans as humans about them…

"What… was that.?"

Carefully pulling herself up to a sitting position, miserably failing to stop a fit of giggles - even though it pulled her sore muscles over her ribs - Nicola waved her hand dismissively. Any fear she once felt in the presence of Raphael was gone now. Not only did he rescue her twice but the way he was getting confused or spooked by literally anything Nicola did - purposefully or not - was just somewhat endearing.

"I'm just hungry.. I haven't eaten for a whole day.."

"Oh… hungry… hmmmm… Yes.."

Raphael murmured, seemingly a little embarrassed by the whole situation and twisted his body around to reach for something. Furrowing her eyebrows, Nicola tried to shift to see what exactly he was doing back there but she didn't see a lot. At least not until he turned to face her again and very slowly - like he was afraid he would frighten her again - extended his hand to her. And in his palm sat a paper bag where undoubtedly Nicola's sandwich was. Hesitantly, she reached for the packet that rustled encouragingly and a faint, pleasant smell of cheese, ham and pickled cucumbers emerged from within. A nice change from the stench around. It wasn't much but made her mouth water nonetheless.

"Thanks.. though I'd be glad if you didn't go through my things. Okay?"

"Okay…"

He replied with a nod and sat down again, watching Nicola devour - not eat - devour half of her sandwich in a few bites. Goodness, she was so hungry she could eat a horse.. However, halfway through something beside Raphael's thigh caught her attention. There, next to his knee sat a small cat. The same back and white kitten the angel was taking care of before. Looking at her with those blasted big, green eyes with pupils expanded almost to the point where its irises weren't visible and hungrily licking the sides of its mouth. At first she tried to ignore it. But the cursed look cats, especially the little ones, can give! The longer it stared at her, the more sure she was that she doesn't have the appetite anymore.. Goddamnit. Pulling a slice of ham out of her sandwich - the only part that would be of interest to it - Nicola clicked her tongue and offered the food to the kitten.

"Here, little buddy.. Come here."

I'm too soft for my own good. One day, some cat will be the death of her… Carefully and slowly, the kitten approached her, sniffing the piece of meat before snatching it out of her hand and retreating into the safe place behind Raphael to consume the gift. Cats can smell good people from a mile. Looks like she was wrong to ever doubt Raphael had anything but good intentions. Smiling slightly, the angel reached out to the cat and brushed his knuckles against the black fur around a new scar on its back. The loud and comforting purr interrupted only by an occasional swallow rung out and made even Nicola smile as she finished her own food. Even with how meager her snack was, hopefully it was going to last her at least until she finds her way back to Haven. One day of poor eating wasn't going to kill her after all.

When she was done, she peeled back the blanket to examine her injured leg. Nicola pulled a face at the three - even if mostly closed - claw marks on her thigh and the bloodied trouser leg. It didn't look that bad anymore but she could imagine that it would definitely slow her down. The slightest move was causing her mild discomfort. Running and walking anywhere is definitely off the table for now. Still, Nicola much preferred the dull ache that was now in place of excruciating throbbing.

There was no doubt in her mind that this is all once again thanks to the kind, even if a bit unhinged, angel who was now sitting beside her with a quietly purring kitten nested on his lap as he kept stroking its head and back and murmuring something to himself in a strange, melodic language Nicola couldn't understand but found beautiful and enchanting nonetheless. She watched Raphael for a few moments, listening to his deep, soothing voice that made her feel a bit sleepy. After the apocalypse Nicola rarely slept well because of nightmares. And it showed. But before she inevitably dozed off, she felt she had to say something.

"So uh…"

She started, successfully getting his attention, judging by how his eyes shifted to look at her.

"Um… Thanks. For… for everything I guess.."

For a whole minute Raphael didn't answer, simply watched her with his head tilted to the right, a silent question in his eyes. Nicola scratched the back of her neck awkwardly and decided to clarify.

"You know.. for saving my butt two times now, treating me.. And sorry I ran away. I was scared, you got pretty spooky with that Goreclaw back then…"

"Oh…"

He replied with raised eyebrows.

"Forgive me then… I did not mean to frighten you…"

"Oh, no no no, you don't have to be sorry, it's okay! I'm not scared anymore.."

Nicola assured him quickly. Making him feel bad for it wasn't her intention at all.

"Seriously though. Thank you.."

She repeated with a grimace when she tried to shift to a more comfortable position but the ache in her leg made it significantly more difficult. With an empathetic look to his face, Raphael steadied her by returning his hand to her shoulder and moving the other - already radiant with his Heavenly magic - to her wound. The prickly sensation came back, bringing relief in pain as he sighed tiredly.

"This is.. my duty…"

As surprising as it was, Nicola couldn't deny that Raphael seemed to have changed in some way since she found him absolutely deranged. Now he seemed a little more… collected. Focused. Calmer. But simultaneously even sadder and very jumpy. Still, he remained as mysterious as he did before. But maybe if he retains this composure, Nicola could pry something from him about his background. Why is he here alone? What happened to him? How did he get here? There were way too many questions to ask at once but she had to start with something.

"Your duty? You're some sort of a… uh, what shoudma' call it? Doctor, medic, something like that?"

Despite the question being seemingly innocent and harmless, Raphael reacted by turning his eyes down to look at his hands as he flexed his fingers a couple times with a barely noticeable wince twisting his lips. His answer was so quiet that Nicola barely caught it.

"... was… I left.."

"Huh? Wh- why?"

At that, Raphael looked up at her, again with this tortured gleam in his eyes that made her heart squeeze painfully and shyly pointed at Nicola's side.

"It hurts.."

He chimed as she stared at her own hip in confusion. Again, the angel was making no sense. Her side didn't hurt for one, and two, it can't have been the reason why he left… whatever he left to abandon his previous life. A little startled that maybe he knew something she didn't, Nicola probed the place he pointed out but all she could feel was the healing shard in her… in her pocket… All of the sudden she recalled what Raphael told her before.

Hesitantly, she dug the glowing crystal out of her vest and lifted it for Raphael to see better and asked a wordless question which he answered almost immediately.

"The shards… they hurt me.."

This was probably the lowest Nicola's eyebrows have ever descended, making the look of confusion on her face even more blatant. I thought they were supposed to be healing shards? Why would something made to heal one person hurt another?

"How?"

With an expression of anguish, Raphael placed his hand over his chest and took a small gasp of air as if to make his point.

"I created them.. and some of them hurt…"

The revelation made Nicola's jaw fall slack. She'd been suspecting this before when Raphael referred to the crystal as "his" shard but hearing the confirmation almost had her gag. How many times a healing shard has saved either her or someone else from the Tree, she couldn't count on both of her hands. After Ulthane snatched her from the Fallen's talons it took the large one to heal her and make sure she survives afterwards and still it shattered after it served its purpose. At this very moment, no one could ever convince her that the sad, mad angel before her is evil in any way. With a huff of disbelief she shook her head, shifting her gaze between Raphael and the shard.

"Wait, hold up, you made those?! Oh.. my God, I could kiss you, my dude."

A very undignified snort almost escaped Nicola when she saw the face Raphael made. Something between astonishment, horror and curiosity. She remained oblivious to how improper it sounded in his ears. He cocked his head again. Goddamnit. Every time he does that, Nicola just… can't. It constantly reminds her of a puppy looking at some bizarre wonder of nature.

"But.. why would you want to do this..?"

"It's an expression. In other words, I wanted to say I can't thank you enough. How did someone like you ever end up in… like- like this?"

Nicola said "like this" in the last moment before she could say "in such a shitty situation" because she realised just in time how inappropriately awful this sounds, considering they're in the damned sewers. I'll have to learn to stop accidentally making jokes.. For some reason Jones absolutely adored her for it, unlike most of her friends who kept either groaning or facepalming every time and begging her to stop before they kicked a bucket from the sheer badness of her jests. The kitten in Raphael's lap meowed in annoyance when it lost the touch of the angel, coaxing him to keep smoothing out its fur still stained with dried blood. He did, and Nicola didn't miss that he was deliberately avoiding her gaze.

"Long story.. very long.."

"That's alright, we have time!"

The words left her mouth before she could stop them. Her curiosity was just too strong. Besides, Nicola wasn't going anywhere anytime soon with how her leg was fairing (just thinking about how worried Ulthane and the rest have to be made her a little sick) and she honestly doubted Raphael is going anywhere either. But the way it came out made her sound like she was prying to get to something the angel clearly wished to keep to himself. Whether because it was something to be ashamed of or something very unpleasant to speak of. In honesty, Nicola was sure he would scowl at her for this but he simply looked away with a grim look on his face. And it was even worse because it made her feel awful.

"Oh… sorry, if you don't wanna talk about it then it's alright! You don't have to tell me."

"Another time.. rest now."

He hummed and extended one finger towards Nicola's forehead. Before she had time to ask him what he was doing, he lightly poked her right between her eyebrows and all of the sudden she felt unbelievably drowsy. She blinked a couple of times but everything was starting to double before her eyes which were closing all by themselves. With a wide yawn Nicola soon fell into the embrace of magical slumber Raphael called upon her.

He caught her before she could fall down and lowered her onto the blankets to let her sleep in peace. The poor human needed her rest to make up for the amount of blood she lost merely an hour before. Sitting back, Raphael settled for keeping a silent vigil over her until magic wore off. What am I going to do with you? He wondered. For some reason he felt so inexplicably drawn to her and couldn't help it. Something about her was just easing in the pain and warming up the empty void in his tormented soul, even if only a little. The small animal he rescued before rubbed its fuzzy head against his hand and started to knead the fabric of his trousers with its laughably tiny claws that compared to demons' talons were nothing. Still, it stung a tiny little bit. Despite this, Raphael let it curl up in his lap again and fall asleep as well while he watched the human woman and the strange spark dancing within her like a candlelight.

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Chapter II is done! Getting angsty. And say hi to Raphael's kitty. Isn't it cute? :3

Also, here's part 1 if you haven't seen it yet.

[student-film-lying-piece-of-shit]

Hello! So I'm here today with an idea I've been bouncing around for a long, long time. A few folk have been headcanon-ing that Tim may have DID, but I do think it's a 100% canon possibility Tim has an alter.

I know some people might think that me talking about this possibility could be seen as me mirroring other possible tropes we've seen in horror films (let's look at media such as Split, which dictates a kidnapper who has several personalities as the prime one) and the countless almost comedic portrayals in others (the strange reoccuring theme of "sneezing to become xyz in anime for some odd reason?). However with Tim it's different.

So, I want to start off with this. Marble Hornets is a heavy character study, and the lore isn't too highlighted on. What I mean is that we don't know how the operator takes over people, and we're not sure how these dissociative states work. Not that we're constantly left in the dust. It's a manner that it's focused on the protagonists going through these trials and tribulations rather than spoon-feeding us the intricate details on how this being works.

We know the side effects, and we know how to "stop" it (the medication we see throughout) but as far as how the operator actually takes over the characters (more so referring to Tim and Brian), it's more up to us to break down if we want more than just "spooky being does spooky stuff!"

So I will use this allagory for how I see it: Brian and Tim both have a car (this is a stand in for their body). Brian owns his, it's all in his name and he doesn't let anyone use it. Tim has a car, however, he shares it. It's understand two names legally.

Imagine Brian gets robbed and he's held up at gunpoint to drive. He has to do whatever this guy says or else he'll get shot on the spot. Or even that the robber straight up puts Brian in the trunk, and drives and does whatever he wants with the car and Brian is absolutely left in the dark. This car may be his legally, but he's barely the owner anymore.

Okay, now that we have that, imagine Tim drives the car, and it's pretty okay. Then the other person he shares the car with gets hijacked and the robber forces him to do things, or throws this person in the trunk and does whatever he wants. However the robber returns the car to Tim with seemingly no damage, alongside with his friend. Every time, or nearly everytime the other person drives, this happens. Tim has absolutely no control over these things, and sure, he does get his car back sometimes, but at what cost?

The main thing that makes Brian and Tim different is how Brian never, canonically, had a break in his hoodie state. He never wakes up as Brian, scared and confused. He never is not under the influence. The fact he carried the audition tapes can make this theory a bit wonky, but back to the car metaphor. Imagine Brian bashing his legs and screaming in a trunk, and the robber noticing. He has to do something to get him to shut up, even if it's something small. So it could easily be that aswell. However I'm going by the deal that there was never a break.

Tim is not in the Masky state (from what see, which to be fair, could be a lot more) as frequent as we make it up to be. He loses giant gaps, but we see him a handful of times on screen as "The Masked Man". The big deal is that Tim has these breaks and they're for days, weeks. He isn't always under this influence. He has more control.

We can chalk this up to the medication they take, and I feel like Hoodie at one point would've takened the meds? And we would've seen Brian. We also see empty med bottles around where Hoodie's been (he could've dumped them but still, I wanted to say.)

I don't think the meds 100% prevent Tim's dissociative states. It just helps with the other aspects and ends of his slender sickness, and it can aid in it, but I  think him taking the meds /=/ him not becoming absolutely feral. He should of course take his medication, but I think it more so helps with his seizures and psychotic effects.

Hence why he shares it with Jay: why would he share something that Jay wouldn't need? Jay never has a masked state, canonically. Why would Jay need meds for something that focuses on Tim not dissocating? It feels weird, not to mention very out-of-character and pointless.

Now, let's look at the functionality of how dissociative disorders work. We're gonna focus on the disorder I believe Tim has in the cluster of dissociative disorders, Dissociative Identity Disorder. The basic criteria is

-  having one or personalities (inculding the core) which distinct, individual features

- amnesia (ie: missing large gaps of time due to people fronting, "knowing" people despite never remembering meeting them, waking up in random places you don't remember driving to)

- feeling detached from your body, also known as dissociation, or just not in control

One thing we can obviously apply is the first two. "Masky" is obviously a state that is distinct from Tim's, and is obviously not him. The second one is also stated

"...imagine going into your job only to find out that they fired you for not coming in for three weeks."

As an example of this being canonically said. We are aware Tim feels out of control, and that he doesn't own this body, he's very vocal about not understanding what's going on in his life and body. That he was dragged into this situation and he knows just as much as Jay (though near the end he does have tapes that have information, but even then he barely knows what he's doing in those tapes / has no memory of it).

The second biggest difference between Brian and Tim's slender sickness experience is that Tim has delt with this his whole life. He's seen as a carrier of the sickness the entire third season by Alex and even by himself for some time. He was rasied in a hospital and he talks about how they locked him in his hospital room during outbursts that he didn't remember. His childhood together is something extremely vague to him.

One thing I WANT to highlight, and this thing was actually vital for me to understand there's ambiguity here is how Tim says "They settled for Schizophrenia, but even they weren't really sure."

DID is so commonly misdiagnosed, and there's such a common misconception that Schizophrenia carries the symptom of having multiple personalities. Even among the professionals because of how frowned upon it is to diagnose it if it isn't 100% the ideal presentation of what to expect with a dissocative disorder. Tim 100% could've easily been misdiagnosed as a child.

DID is also a disorder that nearly always stems from severe childhood trauma. It's usually asiocated with heavy abuse. However, picture a 5-8 year old being abandoned by their parent(s) in a facility, which even if it's not the stereotypical psych ward, is still a horrible place to live. As someone who lived in a facility for years, there's so many things to list that I won't weigh on this post. But it is a very stressful place for the staff, let alone a mentally ill child.

Tim had symptoms of a psychotic disorder beforehand, but that doesn't mean he's immune to developing a traumagenic disorder.

So, here's how I see the entire deal:

Tim being a child abandoned by his mother, under the care of inpatient staff, easily witnessing violence and could've been at the end of the horrible health care system (especially for minors) developed an alter to protect him from the stress of the inpatient. When TO came into their lives more frequently, Tim's alter was the victim of TO's influence, not Tim himself.

So yeah! This is my take. I'm willing to talk but read the banner below if you're gonna talk to me about how I'm explaining DID 🙃

[clockworkfromspace]

The Book v2 chapter 5

-Jea seems to be completely drawn into her comic-

Jenifer: She'll be like that until she's done with it.

Jenifer: We might as well leave her be.

-she walks out of the room-

Chris turns into a pup and runs off

*follows jenifer*

-Mr. Kon pulls into the driveway-

Chris waits at the door

-he opens the door-

Chris just stays

-not noticing Chris, he steps over him-

He whimpers

*whispers to Jenifer* oh shit that’s your dad. i’ll be in the attic *teleports to attic*

Mr. Kon: oh sorry gir-- Boy, forgot Jea brought you home.

Chris jumps on him

-Jenifer walks in-

"Hey dad."

Mr. Kon: Hey Jenny. Where's your sister?

Jenifer: She's in her room reading.

Mr. Kon: Okay.

Chris follows mr. Kon

-he goes to his room-

Chris doesn't go in

Mr. Kon: I'm pretty worn out so I'm gonna take a nap. Wake me up in 30 minutes.

Jenifer: Okay.

-he closes his door down goes to sleep-

-Jenifer sits on the couch and turns o the tv-

-30 min later, Jea comes out of her room-

-She crawls out of her room groaning-

Jenifer: What's wrong?

Jea: That book was so boring. I need something to interest me.

Jea: When was the last time you spoke with Leah?

Jenifer: THAT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!

Jea: As your TWIN sister, your love life is 65% my business.

Jenifer: Your logic is invalid

Jenifer: Also, keep your voice down before someone hears you -she points to the roof and to Chris-

Chris was sleeping at the door

Jea: Sorry.

-she scoots back into her room-

Jenifer: Oh yeah, dad. HEY DAD, WAKE UP!

-Mr. Kon literally rolls out of bed and falls onto the floor-

Mr. Kon: Ow. Thanks Jenny!

-he takes a while to change into a casual outfit then steps outside-

He steps on chris who was sleeping

Mr. Kon: Sorry about that boy!

-he picks him up-

He yawns

-he pets the spot he stepped on-

Mr. Kon: Jenny, I'm gonna be back pretty late. I'll leave you girls some money to order some food.

He licks mr. Kon's face

-Mr. Kon holds Chris away from his face-

He whines

Mr. Kon: No licking the face.

Mr. Kon: You're adorable but no.

-he puts him down-

Jenifer: Where are you headed?

He stands on his hind legs

Mr. Kon: Oh I'm just going out to hang with a.. Friend.

Jea [in her room]: My shipping senses are tingling.

-she peeks her head out her room door- "Who's the girl?"

Chris didn't want him to go

-Mr. Kon heads out the door-

Jea: Aw, he didn't answer my question.

Jea: Where'd that Jeff guy go?

-Jenifer takes a broom then beats on the roof-

*jeff hears the beating and teleports down to jea's room* Wuzzup? i was up there forever

Jea: AH! OUT!!!

fine. jeez. *walks out into the hallway*

Chris whimpers

Jenifer: I swear you pop in there while she's changing, I'm gonna kill you.

Jenifer: What's wrong Chris?

"I didn't want him to leave..."

Jenifer: Now you're free to speak or return to your human form. And Jeff doesn't have to camp out in the roof.

*sarcastically says* damn. i liked it up there. all the heat and mold.

Chris laughs

Jenifer: By the way, how well could you hear us from up there?

all i heard was that knocking

-she sighs with relief-

and i heard someone yell

Jenifer: Oh yeah, that was me waking up my dad.

ah

-there's a knock at the door-

should i hide?

-there's a voice from outside-

"that won't be necessary."

*shocked* what the fuck?

-Jenifer grabs a bat then creeps up to the door and opens it-

Man in lab coat and bow tie: Here's Johnny!

Jolly Johnny: God I love that movie.

damn that’s creepy as fuck.

Jea: AH IT'S THE GUY FROM THE COMIC!

Chris attacks him "GO AWAY"

-Jea puts on a tin foil hat-

Jolly Johnny: You know that doesn't work right?

"who are you?"

Jolly Johnny: Name's Jolly Johnny nice to meet ya, Jeff!

Chris jumps at him and scratches him

how the hell do you know who i am?

Jea: He's the psychotic psychic from my book!

ah got it

nice to meet ya psychotic psychic jolly johnny.

-Chris scratched an illusion-

Jolly Johnny: Calm down your "dog" or I'll have him kill himself.

ok don’t do that. i actually kinda like him

yo chris calm down

He growls and leaves to another room

Jolly Johnny: Wanna see a cool trick?

depends on what the trick is.

-Jolly Johnny mind controls Jeff to teleport a soda into his hands-

Jolly Johnny: Thanks.

*jeff not realizing he did this* whoah. you can teleport things to you?

Jolly Johnny: Yeah, let's go with that.

that’s awesome

Jea: How are you real!?

Jolly Johnny: That comic book you have was given to you by someone with A LOT of power. It's sort of a window into my life.

Jea: So the other characters are..

Jolly J: Yeap.

Jea: How come no one else can..

Jolly J: The person who gave it to you favors you.

so what are you doing here?

Jolly Johnny: I came here to meet y'all. You're crazy enough to drop people from roofs, Chris has the potential to kick ass but acts like a pussy, and Jea caught the eye of SIB.

Jea: SIB?

Jolly Johnny: The guy who gave you that book.

Chris barks at him

Jenifer: Wow, so I'm the only normal one here? -she shrugs-

yeah. that was hilarious and that idiotic normie deserved it.

Jolly Johnny: You people interest me but... I feel myself growing bored of you.

damn. harsh...

-Jea has a worried look-

ima go get food. *teleports away and then teleports back with ice cream in hand*

Jolly Johnny: Don't worry Jea. If I toyed with you, I'd likely get killed off.

*mouth full of ice cream* damn jea. what can you do?

Jolly Johnny: Oh no, not her. I'd be killed off by SIB. He's one of the only people who can actually kill me.

oh

Jolly Johnny: He's over powered even for my taste.

well this dude sounds awesome *plops down on the couch*

so when do we get to meet SIB?

*stuffs mouth with ice cream*

Jolly Johnny: I literally know everything except that.

i doubt you know everything

Jolly Johnny: Their is a universe with beings who's power is to know everything except the future and I read their minds.

oh damn. fine. what’s my birthday?

Jolly Johnny: June 4th 2058.

holy shit

that’s creepy

Jolly Johnny: Even if I didn't read their minds, I'd know that from your mind.

true

well how’d you know i dropped someone off a roof. did you get that from reading my mind?

Jolly Johnny: I got that from Blake Taio. The art teacher.

oh that teacher who came up to the roof.

Jolly Johnny: Yep. He's on my list of minds I'm constantly reading.

whys he so special?

Jolly Johnny: I can't see ghosts, he can. I read his mind, I see ghosts.

Jolly Johnny: He's one of the original seven Divine Guardians.

Jolly Johnny: Oh you don't know what that is. Poor poor uneducated boy.

that’s awesome... and one of the what?

Jolly Johnny: The first seven Divine Guardians are the first Ultra Beings in each universe.

oh ok

Jolly Johnny: a Divine Guardian doesn't just have abilities though. When they die, they reincarnate.

are you one of those?

Jolly Johnny: Yes but I am not one of the original seven.

Jolly Johnny: I am the Guardian of minds.

Jolly Johnny: Your universe doesn't have a Guardian of Minds.

Jenifer: How do these "Divine Guardians" get their abilities?

Jolly Johnny: I'd tell ya but SIB wants that classified.

*sarcastically* can i be one? *chuckles*

Jolly Johnny: Possibly but at the moment, you're not strong enough. I became a guardian because I'm the strongest telepathy from my universe. And even then, it's a bit more complicated than that.

Jolly Johnny: There are 13 Divine Guardians in this universe and 14 from mine.

wow. i was joking, but i didn’t think you would say it’s possible

Jolly Johnny: The originals were born as Divine Guardians. All divine guardians that came after were born Ultra Beings and later became Divine Guardians.

-he yawns- "I've never been this bored before. I've been playing story teller for much too long."

Jolly Johnny: Jea, take a nap.

-she falls asleep-

Jolly Johnny: Time to have some fun. -he gains a creepy smile-

-Jolly Johnny turns and looks at Chris-

Jolly Johnny: Lets see what you've got mutt. -he tales out a knife and brainwashes him into returning to his human form-

aww cmon don’t hurt chris. he’s one of the few people i like.

Jolly Johnny: I don't plan to kill him. Just roughen him up a bit. That is, unless he decides to "man" up and fights back.

*thinks a bit about that soda thing* wait... how did you teleport something if you’re just a psychic?

Jolly j: The same way I just turned your dog into a human. By manipulating his powers

Jolly j: in other words, you gave it to me unintentionally

wait... i did that?

-something red appears in Jeff's hands-