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ricc1 · 5 years ago

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falling for you

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falling for you

peachy! mxmtoon

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Have you ever met someone who at first glance, you weren't attracted to?

Now that's a once in a life time event that happens. Not many people experience that type of event.

But Error did.

It all started when he started to destroy AU's as a living, a forced thankless job, you could say.

He never spent too much time on erasing the alternate universe. Made sure that the deaths were quick and no one was spared alive before he went for the core of the universe and well, erased it.

Until one day(?), he was about to kill the human of a alternate universe when he hears a loud splash behind him.

He quickly turns to look at where the noise but he only sees a splash of ink or possibly paint splattered on the floor.

He tugs on the strings that held the human's soul, mumbling to himself. "What the fuck?"

"Language!"

A loud cheerful voice shouted next to where his ears would be and he turns and saw no one there.

"Not there, glitchy~"

He turns again and sees a skeleton near his height.

The skeleton wore these pants that draped over his legs like a cape - he was barefoot too. - his top attire consisted of a white shirt, another top shirt that was pretty tight around his chest area.

A brown scarf hid his neck. It was very long and had messy doodles and handwriting scribbled all over it. He had this weird belt over his chest with rainbows vials over the belt.

And to top it all, he was leaning on a large paint brush. A cheeky grin painted on his expression as his eyelights switched shapes and color.

The destroyed twitched at the sight, squinting.

"Who the fuck are you?"

The artist looking skeleton grin widens. He straightens his posture, leaning away from the paint brush before twirling said object and pointing it to Error.

"My name is Ink! I'm the protector of the Multiverse!"

Ink introduced himself, his eyes dimming as the grin on his face turns into a cocky smirk.

"And you are?"

Error looked at the skeleton dully, annoyed at the sight of this newcomer. He lifts his hand to pull the strings from the permanent tears on his face, pulling them away as the strings glow cooly. He gives a creepy smile at the artist.

"Nice to meet you, abomination.. #2. I'm Error, and i will destroy every alternate universe in existence and you can't stop me." The black-boned skeleton grinned.

Ink scoffs lightly at the comment.

We'll see about that, Error..

The two then clashed, a battlefield paraded in the universe leaving the poor inhabitants of the AU to watch or to evacuate from the fight. It was absolutely amazing seeing the fight but it had caused a big destruction in the AU, leaving the monsters to be traumatized and shock over the damage. Fortunately, the world was restarted and everything was back to normal.

Ever since the meeting of the two counterparts, they had been fighting each other ever since.

And a certain destroyer is starting to get very, very annoyed about a specific protector who keeps on stopping his business.

Error, as obvious despises Ink. He hates the short, grinning, smiling skeleton so much with a burning passion in his soul. The small skeleton always seems to be there every time he was just one step closer to destroying an alternate universe and it infuriates Error to an end.

The two never gone too far on fighting, they would always leave the battle with scars and bruises but come back again with no sign of them. It was as if they were evenly tied, evenly balanced. Yin and yang, you could say.

But! Despite all of that, the determined little protector wouldn't just give up! He would always fight Error - actually it's more like talking to the destroyer and dodging the strings - or try to be friends with the destroyer.

Friends?! FRIENDS?! What a joke! Error laughed when the protector first said it. He seems to regret it now when he saw the determined expression on Ink's face. It was just a complete joke! A destroyer and a protector? FRIENDS?! Now isn't that the greatest plot twist in a show.

It wouldn't make complete sense for the two to be friends. They're sworn enemies! Rivals, even. And to throw all that away just to be friends?! Yeah, Error didn't liked that and that only fueled his dislike for the artistic skeleton.

Until, he discovered an actual fact about the protector.

The skeleton had no soul.

Yes, you heard that right.

The protector had no soul and was living life through those vials of his - Error always wondered what they were for - and when Error found out about it.

Well like any other monster, he was surprised.

"Wait what?"

The destroyed stared at, well nothing. There was absolutely nothing in the artist's chest who was completely wrapped up and tied up by the blue strings that belonged to the destroyer.

Error blinked and blinked, completely shocked. He was gaping at the sight of well, nothing. There was no soul that should obviously be there floating on the artist's chest. He was completely shocked.

Laughter then shook him from his trance, turning to see the tied up skeleton laughing at the baffled skeleton.

Realizing that he showed on how vulnerable he is, Error shouted curses and threw Ink out of the void, making sure to throw his stupid brush too.

Upon finding out about the discovery, the destroyed couldn't bring himself to destroy any universes - to Ink's delight - i mean why would he?

He just found out that the most loved by all and the one that he hated the most was soulless.

Upon thinking about this, his mouth twitches, breaking into a smile.

And laughed.

He laughed hysterically- no, he laughed like he was a maniac, laughing like he had found a funny joke from the internet. The sound of his glitched laughter bounced off the nonexistent walls of the void as he come to the realization that the beloved protector of the multiverse was,

Soulless, emotionless and possibly even broken.

No wonder the bastard acts like a hyperactive child-man adult most of the time! He has to act that way so no one would know that the one protecting them all was emotionless, soulless.

Error slowly calmed down, letting out a few chuckles here and there before sighing.

He stands from his position and opens a portal to a genocidal timeline of a beautiful universe that he hasn't destroyed: Outertale.

He walks inside the portal, bringing his knitting materials with him before sitting down at the edge of the land.

He looks up at the beautiful stars that scattered the dark blue sky. Planets and possible different more stars shine as he stares at them in awe.

He then works on his knitting, looking up once in a while to stare at the sky once again.

...

"Hey pal! How are you?"

Error screamed - manly - and jumped from his spot. From the shock of the situation, the skeleton glitched and crashed.

Ink let out a hum. It seems that his counterpart is acting like a computer that's restarting. That's hilarious! The protector thought to himself.

He then decides to wait for the glitching skeleton to finish his rebooting. The smaller - to be fair, he's practically a gremlin. - sat down, a safe distance away from the destroyer as he looks up to see the view that was bestowed upon him.

"Wow! It's been a while since I've gone on any outertale universes! They really are pretty." The skeleton stared in awe.

Now that he thinks about it, he wonders on to why the destroyer hasn't destroyed this universe.

Not that he was complaining of course! He's absolutely glad- no, delighted that the destroyer hasn't destroyed any outertale universes!

..Maybe he should ask him?

Maybe.

Not now, though. Error is still re-

A sharp ping came from behind him and the white boned skeleton turned to see the destroyer coming back to his senses

The glitching skeleton seems to be confused, wondering on where he was before the memories suddenly flashed back and he glared at Ink.

"You. What are you doing here?"

"I think the better question is; what are you doing here?"

The glitch seems to stay quiet at the question before scoffing.He grumbles to himself - curses? - before going back to his previous position, sitting down. He pulls the strings from his cheek and captures the materials before he starts to work on a doll.

Ink's eyelights shifts, seemingly confused but doesn't say a word before Error speaks up again.

"Can't a 'bad guy' like me take a few breaks once in a while? Or is that something you think im incapable off? I'm still a lonely skeleton with a soul, after all."

Ink opens his mouth to protest but closes it. He seems to think about destroyer's words and smiles to himself.

Error noticed this change, raising an bonebrow(?) before shifting his position, giving his full attention to the doll he was knitting.

After what seems like hours, Error finished knitting what seems like a puppet - Ink? - and stands up.

The protector who was doodling in his notebook looks up to see the destroyer leave.

He stands up. "Leaving already? Shame! I was enjoying our time together."

The glitched skeleton retorted. "I didnt and it wont happen ever again."

"Pftth, whatever you say, Glitchy."

"You're a glitch too!" The destroyer flipped the protector off - "Rude." - and opens up his portal and leaves.

After a day or two, Error went back to destroying AU's and Ink went back to 'fighting' the skeleton. It seemed normal, they were 'bantering' as Ink likes to call it as always. Calling each other what seems to be 'insulting' nicknames like 'Glitchy' or 'Inkblot' or even 'Rainbow Asshole.'

The last 'insult' seems to have made Ink laugh and got him to stop and puked.

Yes, puked.

Not blood or vomit.

But ink.

Ink, puked ink.

Now, Error learned another new thing about Ink. When he is excited, anxious or whatsoever, he pukes Ink. INK.

It was like, as if the protector was a squid!

...

That seems like a good nickname now that he thinks about it.

The destroyer shakes his head, seemingly disgusted at the sight before opening a portal and walking inside. Error signs were quick to fill his vision but they faded away over a minute. He sighed in relief before his mind flows back to the encounter he had with the protector. Now that he thinks about it.. The laugh of the protector was very.. genuine-sounding?

From what the black-boned skeleton noticed, the laugh of the protector always seemed to be forced-sounding or annoyed - He was not stalking, shut up - and this is really the first time that the white-boned skeleton really laughed with a genuine, pure tone to it.

It warmed the skeleton that he was able to make the soulless skeleton laugh but then he was horrified that how good it felt when the white-boned skeleton laughed because of him. In fact, why is he thinking about how it feels good to make the skeleton laugh?! Wait, why is he even thinking about this?!

Seemingly done with life, the skeleton groaned at this thought process and push it at the back of his mind.

He still has billions more of AU's to destroy, after all.

but when they talk, every word, every smile and every laugh,

Weeks? Months? Years? passed along the multiverse. Error and Ink are still fighting as always but witnesses seem to notice that the atmosphere doesn't seem so tense. It doesn't feel, deadly or dangerous or scary or traumatizing.

It feels more.. casual.

It was like as if the two were just two friends that just fights with each other on a daily basis. In fact, it got to the point where they don't really see the two fight anymore. It's more like, one enters universe, cause mayhem, leave, then the other comes in and help, leave.

It was really new, really weird but the multiverse knew not to really question anything in the multiverse.

...

It all started 5 months ago when the two started to meet up - accidentally - pretty often on the genocidal timeline of Outertale. Error was just there by coincidence and Ink found out about it - somehow - and they just did the same thing that they did before. Sat down next to each other, a safe distance away and just kept quiet.

Until Ink broke the silence, calling the other's name.

"Hey Error?"

The skeleton sighed, seemingly annoyed even though the other skeleton has not even said a single word just yet. "What?"

Ink was silent for a minute before he continues.

"Why do you destroy the alternate universes?"

Error looked at the skeleton, an annoyed expression shaped on his face. He opens his mouth to answer but Ink cuts him off.

"I know that you hate it and all, and that they are abominations, blahblablahbla.

But.

What is the true reason?"

Error blinks at the skeleton before sighing, looking away as he stares at the doll he was making - Ink - and continued on knitting it.

Ink deflated, sad that the other didn't answered his question and just continued on doodling on his notebook.

....

"Balance."

"Huh?"

"Balance. I heard that the multiverse will collapsed if you kept on helping the creators and inspiring them. Too much balance and it might tip the multiverse and destroy itself."

Ink blinks at this new information and covers his mouth. A familiar feeling lunging up before he then stands up and runs off to a dusty bush and.. puke.

The destroyer didn't seemed to mind this time and just continues on knitting.

After that, the protector kept on talking, asking questions like how did Error knew about this, why does Error know about this and he doesn't, which then translates to personal questions and well, it started from there.

Because of that interaction - they left Outertale with warmth in their nonexistent hearts - and the fights were full of bantering, light-hearted jokes. They invented a first come, first serve rule.

Peace has finally, finally ascended in the Multiverse.

The two were at Error's antivoid. Shocking right? Ink bowed to never stepped back in the white void of mess but here he is now. Sitting on a colored bean bag - thank god - and watching the 'screen' in front of him which was displaying Error's favorite 'show'.

What was it again? Oh right! Undernovela! It's a really great 'show!' Although both of them don't really speak spanish so Ink doesn't really understand what they're saying but Error seems to know. He seems to be very satisfied with it.

Ink smiled to himself, dismissing the show so he can look at his counter-part who was watching the show. A chocolate bar fisted in the black-boned skeleton's hands.

Error leaned back on the bean bag, staring at the screen as he takes another bite from the chocolate bar. His face was completely relaxed, rid of any tense muscles at all as he chewed on the bar. His sockets were softened, blinking as he watched the show. He even had a small soft smile on his face. Small, but it's there.

Error's eye lights glances at Ink and the relaxed expression fades away - Ink misses it - and he scowls. Ink looks away, turning his attention to the show, feeling the destroyer's glare at the side of his head before it goes away.

The white-boned skeleton sighs to himself mentally and sneaks a glance at the destroyer once again.

Huh, he never realized on how..

pretty Error could be when he's calm.

An idea popped in his mind and he shifts around, leaning a bit too close to the black-boned skeleton - who seems a bit too quiet - and he turns to the skeleton and laid on the bean bag. He closed his eyes, listening softly to the spanish noises from the show.

Outcodes like him never really have the chance to sleep, or really need to sleep since well, he has no soul. But it's still nice to imagine that he can sleep.

"Hey, squid. Wake up. Show's over."

He opens his eyes and looks up at the skeleton, wearing glasses. He cheekily grins and sits up. "Awhe, already? I missed it!"

"Missed it, my ass. You weren't even watching it at all!"

The white boned skeleton grins which irritated the destroyer.

"Ink..." Ink leaves before the glitch gets too angry, laughing.

Although he has to admit.

He likes it when Error calls him like that.

they become more, beautiful..

Ink was patrolling with Dream and Blue around the universe. It was complete routine for them and, they were completely bored.

All three of them were chaotic by hearts - Dream's more a mild chaotic, although - which causes them to have more adrenaline and be more active and fun. Oh yes, they must always have fun. Sometimes it's nice to be alone but sometimes they just want to kick a tree until they feel satisfied. (They didn't, dont worry.)

So here are the star trio, 'patrolling.' Well, not really. They're just at the doodlesphere, sitting while playing poker while looking at the universes in case there are trouble caused by outcodes which was very unlikely.

Ever since an agreement with the Dark Sanses and the Star Sanses was talked about, the multiverse was balanced at last. Though sometimes, the Dark Sanses come to a very positive AU and try to cause negative feelings for the balance to be even.

The Star Sanses was about to leave for the AU when they forgot that they had an agreement and just stayed in whatever they were doing, leaving it up to the Dark Sanses.

Oh how, the years changed.

As the protector was about to put down his card, bright but cold blue strings wrapped around his body and he was then pulled into a portal, his head planted on Error's beanbag.

He pushed his body up and sits down before he looks around or up. He really wants to avoid looking at the white walls/floors(?) of the antivoid. Strings that held captive of souls glimmered at the ceiling but no Error.

He stands up, about to call for Error before he was then wrapped by strings and was pulled to where the glitchy skeleton is.

Ink smiles. "Glitchy!"

"Inky."

Ink blinks, his eye lights shifting to shapes and colors fast before he gasps. "You called me Inky!"

Error looks away, scoffing but a soft blue blush on his face was clearly seen.

"Yeah? What about it?"

"You've never called me, Inky." Ink was pretty sure that the other skeleton NEVER called him any nicknames regarding his name - besides Inkblot but that was for his phone - and he's absolutely overjoyed that he has a new nickname!

Error softened at the statement before sighing, the strings pulling Ink down and he ascended to the floor. The strings leaves the body and Error turned his back, making his way to the bean bag with a sign that clearly says 'follow me.'

The overjoyed skeleton followed him and sat down at the beanbag when Error allowed him to. A screen opened up showing Undernovela.

Ah, it seems that it's one of Error's moods again. The black-boned skeleton would always steal the white-boned skeleton just to watch Undernovela together. It was their little thing that they do.

Huh. Now that's something Ink could get used to. Their little secret. He smiled to himself but the smile faded away when a box was plopped on his lap. His eye lights glanced at it before noticing that it was a gift.

He turns to Error quickly who was looking away, a hand on his tear-stained cheek before he meets Ink's gaze and huffs, looking away once again.

"Open it."

Ink nods his head rapidly and untie the ribbon before opening the lid of the box. He then close his sockets and grabs the gift.

He feels a soft, plushy texture. A small gift. He open his sockets and he gasps.

It was a doll, no- plushy version of himself. Error had gotten the details just right! Along with the use of colors and materials stitched for the plushy. He has seen Error's dolls versions of him but nothing can match this particular doll.

Is it because he's never seen Error stitched this one? Ink doesn't know but he just smiled, beaming with happiness as he hugs the plushy to his chest. He looks up at Error who was watching him and grinned.

"Thank you, Error! This is so cool! What's the occasion?" The skeleton asked, tilting his head but he was still hugging the plush.

The destroyer huffed, looking at the screen where Undernovela was showing before he answered.

"A little birdie told me that it was your birthday a few days ago. You gave me a gift on my birthday-" which was new clothes since the glitched skeleton was growing a bit taller. "Why not do the same?" He shrugged.

Ink practically melted at the thought that, Error remembered. Error didn't forget!

He remembered that day. Blue planned a birthday party and it was amazing seeing the heartfelt gifts everyone gave him. He was a bit sad when Error didn't came even though he clearly told the glitched skeleton when his birthday was.

He was really glad that Error didn't forget.

"Thank you, Error. Really, thank you." He smiled, closing his sockets up at the person who gifted the plush, hugging it close to him. Swirly rainbow blush fainted his cheeks, along with freckles that were starting to appear. The artist was clearly touched by this and honestly never wanted to forget this memory.

"Heh. You're welcome, Inky." The artist glowed even more at the nickname.

God, he really loved the glitch.

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Error has been, well confused about himself lately.

Specifically about his emotions or feelings. How they would act around, a certain protector. Ever since Ink and him proposed the agreement - yes they were the ones who made the agreement - the two were always hanging out, only leaving to maintain the balance of the multiverse - which was a complete success! - and those meetings, started to make Error feel things.

When Ink would come over, the destroyer would be very happy about it. When Ink leaves, he would feel a bit sad before brushing it off and going on to steal another chocolate from one of the Underfell copies.

What? Never said anything about stealing in the agreement.

Brushing that aside, the black-boned skeleton was very much confused about these emotions, wondering where they came from and how? Last he checked, he clearly hated Ink but a sharp pang made him clutch where his soul would be.

Maybe not?

...

Error groaned, shaking his head and then standing up. He opens a bunch of portals, hoping to find the yellow-palette guardian so he can talk to him about it. A few minutes later and he found the person he was looking for and sent his strings to pull him inside the Antivoid.

"Wha- Error?!"

Dream turned as the portal closed. His golden eye lights staring at the glitched skeleton who huffs, using his strings to pull Dream in the air so he can walk closer to him and be at within eye-level with the guardian of positivity.

He squints at the smaller skeleton before letting him go so he can drop to the floor with a oof!

"Error?! What the hell was that for?" Dream asked, rubbing the back of his head before standing up, looking at the person that dragged him here.

Error shoved his hands in his pockets, looking down, choosing to phrase his words before he mutters. "You're good with emotions right?"

The guardian tilts his head, questioning the question but he answers anyways. "Uh yeah, why?"

"Come, sit down. I'll tell you."

The destroyer moves to sit down at the bean bag, reluctantly. He's very possessive of the bag but he'll let some exceptions.

Dream follows his lead and sits down, hesitantly. Looking up at the destroyer to explain on what he means. Error breathed, inhaled and exhaled and turns to look at the smaller skeleton before he then started to explain these feelings he would get with Ink. Describing them by saying that he would be very happy when he's hanging with the protector.

In fact, now that he thinks about it; he enjoys the presence of the supposedly soulless protector who had such a warm atmosphere to him despite being well, emotionless. He enjoys talking with him or bantering him or even just sitting at Outertale with a comfortable silence as the two do their own things.

He mentioned that to Dream who nodded and started to think before a realization popped into the guardian's mind. He meekly looks at Error who raises his eyebrows in response.

"What?"

"Error.. I think I know what you're feeling.."

"Yeah? Well spit it out."

"You might not, uh, like it."

"I don't care. I just want to know what it is."

Dream sighed, his hand on his face before he looks again at the destroyer and mustered the courage to speak.

"Error, i think you're in love with Ink."

Ink was writing on his notebook about plans that can progress his relationship with Error - not that there is anything at the moment, but he's hoping there is - when he then hunches over, clutching his stomach in pain.

What the hell? What the complete fuck is Error doing? The protector thought to himself as he drops his notebook and pen, limping quickly as possible to where Broomy is and swiping the floor so he can go to where Error is.

He falls through the floor, landing delicately on the snow path and started to look for the sounds of destruction. He hears the familiar sounds of gaster blasters being summoned before he swipes the floor once again with Broomy and appears near the destroyer.

As he was about to scold Error, he stops to observe the body language of the black-boned skeleton.

He was clearly angry, that's for sure. He was glitching very badly and he wasn't even seeing straight! His sockets were blinded, clouded by error signs that continued on to appear as the destroyer summons more gasters blasters.

Ink's eye lights shifts, seemingly confused before he then sees Error spots him and just freezes.

He tilts his head as he cautiously walks forward to the destroyer, who flinches at his actions and turns away. The blasters then disappeared quickly along with Error opening a portal and running away.

Did. Did Ink just saw that right?

Did Error just ran away?

From him?

Oh, now this is making him curious and worried for his.. friend? companion? frenemy? He doesn't even care at this point. He runs after the skeleton, yelling to wait for him but the glitch did not stop.

They were at least running in circles at this point or has been seen by multiple characters in the alternate universes. The artist was practically begging for the destroyer to stop. He can see those sweats on that black hard-headed skull.

But Error was just so damn, stubborn. Always running away.

Why?!

Ink, who had enough of this, swiped at the floor and fell in.

Error slowed to a stop and turned before sighing when he thinks that the protector gave up before he looks back and was then hugged and pulled down into a puddle of ink, landing in a warm colored world.

He pushes Ink away, his glitches going frantic as he shouted. "INK?! WARNINGS FOR FUCKS SAKES!"

Once his vision cleared, he looks to glare at the protector before freezing when said protector was staring back at him, a soft glare painted on his face as he sits down and stares at Error.

"Error.."

The glitch turns, looking away, staying quiet.

"Error..."

He looks away even more, if that's even possible.

"Error-"

"WHAT?!"

He finally replied, his expression scrunched as he glares at the protector who tilts his head and simply asks.

"Why did you run away? Why did you destroy the worlds? I thought we had an agreement?"

Error's glare softened, he looks away.

"C'mon, pal. Tell me. What's wrong? Is there a problem? Did the balance tipped to much? I haven't been hearing from the creators yet, so i'm sure-"

"No."

"No?"

Error shakes his head.

"Then.. why?"

Error didn't answered. Ink sighed, tired with this and really wanting answers.

"Error please, just tell me-"

"IT'S BECAUSE OF YOU, YOU STUPID SQUID!"

Ink blinks at the accusation seemingly surprised. He was about to answer when he was then cut off once again as the destroyer stood up, looming over the protector.

"YOU MAKE ME FEEL THINGS! FEELINGS THAT ONLY APPEARS WHEN YOU'RE HERE WITH ME. AND I HATE IT SO MUCH BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNEW WHAT IT WAS. I HAD TO ASK FUCKING DREAM ON WHY AND WHAT DID HE SAID? WHAT DID HE SAID?!"

The white-boned skeleton was about to ask when he was then cut off, again.

"HE TOLD ME THAT I WAS IN LOVE! WITH YOU!"

Something snapped inside of Ink, as he looked up at Error, genuine shock and surprise on his expression as he stares up at the one who is declaring his love for him.

There were at least little spots of tears at the sides of the error's face as he pants, tired from his shouting. The two had a staring competition until the destroyer broke it, looking away as he mumbles, loud enough for Ink to hear.

"And.. i don't know why. Why, i would even catch feelings for you when you'll never love me back."

Ink finally gets the will to stand up, immediately going close to the destroyer as he protested. "That's not true! I care about you a lot and i love spending time with you every time we hang out! While, yes, i may not feel love but that doesn't mean i don't want to love you! I do, i really do! And i wish so much if i could just love you and-"

"Ink."

"W-what?" The white-boned skeleton stopped his nervous yet excited rambling before he was then pulled to the destroyer with a soft clank.

until there was a moment, where you couldn't believe that you didn't think they were?

~ = ~

holy shit.

that was a woozy.

this is, btw; 5000k+ words.

wow.

and this is just one oneshot.

damn.

honestly proud of the 5000k+ words, though there are some parts where i didn’t really nailed their personalities or was able to really capture them but i tried my best! it was fun trying to write their personalities but i unfortunately didn’t give them justice : (

characters doesn’t belong to me, they belong to their respective owners [you know who] i only own the writing!

#errorink #errink #error x ink #error!sans #ink!sans #error #ink #drabble #with 5000k words #jesus.#||#ricciwrites #riccidev

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hypno-egos · 4 years ago

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Anti’s Toy Box: The Doll

TW: The following chapter contains themes of: Gore, Brainwashing, Suicide, Cosmic/Psychological/Body horror, Abuse, Alcoholism, possible Chase x Anti, and many other triggering topic. Reader’s discretion is advised. Chapter 1: Chase groaned as he finally came back to consciousness. The hard concrete outside of his shithole apartment scratched deep into his skin as he moved. He pulled himself up, eyes still closed due to a massive headache. Must have been drinking the night before. Once the pain subsided enough, his eyes opened to look up at a pitch black sky. How long had he been out for exactly? He looked back down to the rest of his surroundings. As soon as his eyes glanced at the rest of the city, he felt something heavy drop in the pit of his stomach.

He stared motionless at the massive green tinted highrises, glitching in and out other buildings like a poorly rendered video game. Birds that were mid flight were frozen in place, their eyes black and physical forms breaking down into pieces, rapidly disassembling and reassembling into horrific amalgamations. He stumbled to his feet in a panic. Trails of small pixels seemed to float off of his body as he moved and then disappear into the ether. He felt a lump catch in his throat. He was struggling to breath as he stared at the strange world that seemed to mock his very own. He clutched his forehead yet again. A persistent hangover it was. He stumbled back into the wall behind him, clutching an empty bottle of whiskey.

“H-hello?”Chase’s voice was timid. He wasn’t sure if he should’ve yelled or remained silent. He wasn’t sure where he was or if he even should be attracting attention but he was desperate for answers. He mustered enough air and decided to let loose.“HELLO!?” He screamed out only to be replied to by his own voice. It seemed to slowly distort and warp over time, getting louder and louder until it suddenly stopped. He gulped and clutched the bottle close. What happened to the world? To him? Was there something wrong with him? He slowly moved to the front door, his footsteps echoing around him. The inside of the building was sort of the same besides the green hue to everything now. Something felt...off about it. The inside was completely untouched. It was as if the building was completely untouched by any sort of dirt or dust or….life for that matter. Beside the standard furniture, there was nothing.

Chase raced to the stairs to his apartment on the fifth floor. The halls were dark and narrow, more so than his dingy halls he knew. His flat was at the very end of the long hall. The far end of it was shrouded in darkness. Chase stood at the other end, frozen as a statue.

‘Come on. It’s just a hall. Once you start walking, just keep going until you reach the door. Okay...three...two...one!’

He didn’t move. Despite him trying to push himself, he found himself frozen in place out of pure fear. What if there was something lurking behind the dark? Something sinister. He couldn’t help but tense up. As he stared deep into the seemingly unending darkness, he heard a crackling noise along with a light high pitch ringing. The pain returned to his head. A light chuckle rang through the halls. A sound that made his blood run cold. The pain began growing more and more as footsteps began approaching him. He fell to one knee as a dizzying sensation took over. He looked up to see a familiar silhouette in the darkness.

“Finally awake...took you long enough.” The sickening voice hissed at Chase. Just hearing that voice made Chase want to puke. As the figure approached, the sound of static became louder and louder as well as the ringing. It caused a head splitting pain that nearly made Chase cry. The figure just gave him a cold smile as it watched him suffer.

Chase after a few moments of silence managed to compose himself enough to formulate his thoughts into words.

“Anti? W-where are we? What...what the hell is going on!?” Chase shouted, sounding desperate. That was the demons favorite sound.

“Oh Chase...you poor thing. Can’t even remember how you got here. Damn dirty alcoholics like you deserve to be here. Unlike your friends, you’re nothing but a waste of life.”Anti growled, kicked an empty beer bottle towards Chase.

Chase’s eyes shot open and he forced himself to his feet, trying to fight off the dizziness.“Look! I-I’m tired of these games, man! You’ve done nothing but torture us...all of us for years! For fucking once, just...just tell me the truth!” Chase cried pathetically.

Anti cocked his head to the side, almost impressed however this wouldn’t last for too long. Before Chase knew it, Anti had teleported himself so that he was sitting in a nearby window sill.

“Oh ho! Pace yourself there, trickshot. Don’t ask questions you really don’t want to know the answer to.”

The green demon dangled his leg out the window. The deep black sky seemed to blend in with Anti’s shirt seamlessly, as though it were physically part of him. Chase backed away slowly from the other. He sure as hell didn’t want to be within swinging distance of this thing.

Hesitantly, he responded.“I-I demand you tell me what’s-.”Before Chase could finish, Anti was cackling loud and hard.“You demand me!? A pathetic worm like you trying to demand ME!? That’s probably the funniest shit I’ve heard in a long time!”He sighed and collected his composure before getting off the windowsill and gestured towards the long and dark hallway. “If you really wanna know, just go and find out.” His voice was almost mocking in a way.

Chase was tired of being patronized by this parasite.“Maybe I will!”

Chase said, trying to sound confident. He took a step forward into the dark before his whole body froze up. He stared down the black maw in front of him. For some reason, his whole being was rejecting, protesting that he went any further than where he was. At first, he thought it was Anti fucking with him again. That is, until he saw another empty bottle roll out from the darkness. Something about that activated the fight or flight reflexes in him. Sweat poured down the back of his neck as he fought his instincts to try and move a step closer. He was so intensely focused on trying to move that he didn’t even notice the other slither up behind him.“Well...what’s holding you back? Didn’t you want to know?”

He whispered. Chase jumped a bit as he heard the voice, unintentionally moving more into the hall. Again, he started moving away, trying to avoid Anti. He didn’t realize he was backing up to his apartment door until he bumped into it. The numbers 89 read coldly on the door. It took Chase a while to process that his door was slightly ajar. A light spilled out. A sort of burning warm light. Somehow, it sent chills down Chase’s spine.

He opened the door, revealing his trashed apartment. Tables were turned upside down, stains of alcohol were stained on the walls and carpet, empty bottles and broken glass were scattered across the floor. The whole scene was illuminated by a deep red light. He opened his mouth to say something, however he stopped himself when he saw the open window. His heart skipped a beat as a breeze fluttered into the somewhat warped room. Anti stepped in from behind Chase, admiring the demolition.

“Hehe...well, what are you waiting for? The truth is right out that window, Chaser.” He cooed in his mocking voice.The pain in Chase's head returned. It felt as though his brain itself was imploding. The room itself spun around him. Anti began to become blurry as tears began to cloud his eyes. “L-leave….me alone…”

He cried, clutching the booze stained rug underneath him.“You were the one who wanted to know the truth. I warned you, but you didn’t listen.”Anti growled.

“And now...you’ll see it through.”Anti lifted Chase up by the collar of his shirt. He practically threw him towards the window. He slumped over, managing to catch himself on the windowsill. This was it. Chase could feel the sense of some sort of impending doom lurking in the back of his pounding skull. He shouldn’t look, but he has to.

Slowly, he picked himself up and began slowly peeking over the wall between him and his fate. Down below the floors of the apartment was his world. Not just that. What he saw was a splattered and mangled corpse in the darkened street. Only some of its features were illuminated just enough by a street lamp. The horror set in as Chase saw the gray snap back he’d grown so accustomed to wearing. A flood of emotion ran through his entire being as he looked down at what used to be him.

He remembered. Finally, the pain in his head subsided for a new sort of pain. The memories of what had really happened last night. Losing the custody battle with Stacy. Getting that eviction notice when returning home. The fight he got into with Marvin and Jackie. Taking out his anger on the Doctor who was only trying to help him. The copious amounts of alcohol he’d consume at the bar, only to get kicked out and stumble to the liquor store. Oh god. Oh god oh god.

The pain had spread all through him. A sort of crushing weight. He fell back to the floor, a trembling and weak mess. He looked up at Anti.“Why? Why did you do this to me!?” Chase shouted, wrapping his arms around himself. He felt every bit of loneliness he felt the night before. It was like a black hole that seemed to consume him eternally. Anti simply scoffed.

“Don’t blame me for your actions. This was all your own doing.”He circled the poor bastard.

“Then why the hell are you here!? I thought you wanted us all dead? Did you come here to rub it in my face?”

Anti paused for a moment before leaning down to his eye level.

“When you jumped...did you really think the pain was going to end? That pain that swallowed you whole?”

“...y-yes….but...it’s worse now more than ever. I...I just...want it to stop.” He whimpered. Anti thought the whole display was pathetic. Maybe he deserved his misery. Maybe he deserved to feel the weight of his guilt in this world forever. After all, unlike Chase’s friends, he was useless. Contributed nothing to the world that chewed him up and spat him out. A waste of life. Anti smirked. Perfect.

“You know...I can make this pain disappear.” Anti managed to speak up after a while.“I can make it so this never happened. Bring you back to life...with a catch.”

Chase just gritted his teeth.“Fuck you…”Anti shrugged and stood up.“Okay. Well if you want to wallow in your own sadness forever, I’ll gladly oblige.” Anti started towards the door of the apartment.

Chase knew that this unbearable pain would just get worse. He didn’t want to be alone. Anti was the only thing keeping it from crushing him.

“W-Wait!”He couldn’t believe what he was saying.“Please...d-don’t leave….” He reached out and grabbed Anti’s pant leg.“Tell me...what’ll happen if I say yes?”Anti smiled and knelt back down.

“Before you died, your life was meaningless. You were nothing. Life has given you very little. But me? I can give you a purpose. A second chance. And I can promise you every once of pain you feel right now will disappear.” Chase stared down at the floor for a moment, considering his options.“What’s the catch?”

“Well...I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise. But I can promise that you’ll finally feel some semblance of happiness.”

“...I...I haven’t felt that in so long.” Chase let out a sad chuckle. Before him was Anti’s outstretched hand. Chase managed to delude himself into thinking that it wasn’t attached to a horrible monster for a moment, and rather an old friend. His shaky hand slowly reached towards Anti’s. The two men grasped each other’s hands tightly.As soon as Chase shook it, his whole body felt a tingling sensation. It started from his arm and slowly worked its way up to his head. Static. Static was filling each and every part of his being. It was like he was drowning in it. He slowly began forgetting things. Little things at first. His pet dog. His YouTube channel. But then when the faces of his ex wife and friends began fading, he felt the pain suddenly vanish. He realized how good letting go to this nothingness was. His body fell into Anti’s arms. He wanted more. More blissful nothingness. More of this static. Anti wrapped his arms around the other, slowly rubbing up and down his pet’s back. Chase didn’t realize how touch starved he was until then. But that didn’t matter now. Everything was fading. Even the world around them didn’t matter anymore. He just wanted to give into the nothingness. He closed his eyes, and let the noise carry him into a blissful sleep.

Chase soon awoke. His gaze was hazy and dull as he stared up at the ceiling. He tried remembering how he got there, but ultimately decided he didn’t really care. He felt comfy. He tried picking himself up, but found that he couldn’t move anything below his neckline. Typically, he’d be alarmed by this, however he just couldn’t be bothered to question it. Maybe he was supposed to be still? The last thing he remembered was Anti holding him. Anti...why was that nice so nice to hear in his head. Made him feel all warm and fuzzy. Anti had always been there for him, hasn’t he? Yeah, of course he has!

Chase was having such a hard time thinking with all the static in his head. Warm, fuzzy static. Making him just melt and drift away. In and out of consciousness. Like waves crashing over him. In and out and in and out. He began to drool a bit, as though he were a baby. He was having such a good time, he couldn’t even tell that he was in some sort of decaying bedroom in a decrepit asylum. The bed he was laying on though felt oh so soft. He snapped to attention once the door opened. It was Anti! His brother...no...friend...not right…lover? He couldn’t remember but that didn’t matter to him. Chase felt a mindless smile sliding up his cold face.

“Anti! So happy to see you!” He said in a very soft and timid tone. He was still trying to get a grip on his reality.

Anti smiled in return and sat on the edge of his bed.

“Ah...hello doll. Glad to see you’re awake.”He cooed in a sickeningly sweet voice.

Doll? Was that his name? Yeah! Yeah that was his name! He giggled a bit.“What’s so funny, my puppet?” Anti asked as he cocked his head to the side.

“Nothing. Just sort of funny I forgot my name.” Chase looked back up at the ceiling.“Actually...I’m forgetting a lot of things.”

“That’s because you’ve hit you head, Doll. Don’t you remember who I am?” Anti grabbed Chase’s hand. It was cold, smooth, and hard. Although, Chase couldn’t even tell that his whole body had become this same porcelain material. Something as fragile as his old mental state.

“Do you remember who I am?”

“Uhh...well….sort of. I...know your name is Anti and you’re my-“

Before Chase could finish his thought, Anti finished it for him.“Master. I’m your Master, my dear doll.” Anti caressed Chase’s face. Seemingly by instinct, Chase leaned into his touch. It all made sense now.

“You’re...my Master. Yes…” he purred.

Anti grabbed his new doll and positioned him into a seating position. He sat behind him and began posing his arms.

“Yes...I’m your Master and you’re my doll. Without me, you have no purpose. You’re my plaything.” He whispered in Chase’s ear.

Each word seemed to bounce around in his head, sinking in deeply. All the pieces of the puzzle were falling into place.

“Yes...I am your...plaything. Th-thank you for giving me purpose, Master!” Chase beamed.

Anti wrapped his arms around his new porcelain doll’s waist possessively.

“Do you love me, doll?” Anti asked as he placed Chase’s old hat on top of his head.

“Of course I do, Master! I l-love you s-so much!” He said almost without thinking. However, he believed every word he was saying.

Anti posed him so he was sitting cross legged. “Good puppet.” He patted the top of his head which filled Chase with even more happiness.

“Tell me...does this mean anything to you?” He walked in front of Chase, showing him an old photo of him and his kids, ripping it right in front of him.

Chase just stared at the pieces of the photo’s a bit confused.“Um...no Master. I don’t r-recognize anyone in th-the picture. Is it...supposed to mean something to me?”

Anti grinned ear to ear.

“Oh no...it was just a picture of some family. But I’m your only family, doll.”

He held the Doll’s hands.“...only f-family.” Chase repeated and nodded along.

“Very good. Now, I’m going to be gone for a bit. Be a good doll and sit here. Don’t move and don’t think.” As soon as Anti said ‘don’t think’ Chase’s expression went blank and he stared at the wall, the static creeping back into his mind.

With one last chuckle, Anti made his way to the door before looking back and cooing.“Good puppet.”

#jacksepticeye #antisepticeye #hypnosis #brainwashing #puppet #anti's toy box #chase #chase brody #bro average #septic egos #au

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breakingsomething · 5 years ago

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killer

is the title a pun? i don’t know, you tell me!

basic summary: after living with anti for nearly two months, dapper should be able to tell when a day’s about to go south.

trigger warnings: descriptions of blood, murder, panic attack, abuse, vomit

dapper should have known the day would be weird when he awoke to the sound of someone singing.

now, he’d only been with anti for about two months, but he knew even now that that was an unusual event. as silently as he could, he pushed himself up and swung his legs off the bed, blinking in the early morning light glowing softly through the expensive looking curtains. dapper wasn’t sure how anti had gotten this house for them, but he was fairly certain it was through illegal means, which was definitely a commonplace thing with anti. dapper rubbed his eyes as he padded to the door, slipping out without letting it creak and stepping into the hall.

the house was still relatively dark. he didn’t have his watch, but he knew it was 6:50 am. he and anti had discovered that he was always somehow aware of the exact time, no matter where he was or if he could even see outside. it was a useful skill, he supposed. but what was anti doing up this early? he yawned quietly as he carefully treaded downstairs, reaching the bottom landing and taking a peek into the kitchen.

yep, it was anti. he was fully dressed, evidently having just been out, and there was a bag of shopping on the table. where he had been shopping at six am, dapper didn’t know, but what he did know was that anti was putting all the stuff in the bag away, and yes, he was singing softly as he did so. dapper stood in the doorway, a wicked grin on his face as he watched.

“to avoid complications, she never kept the same address,” anti sang as he spun around dramatically to pull cans from the bag. “in conversation, she spoke just like a baroness. met a man from china -”

he suddenly looked up and jumped upon seeing dapper in the door, his tone immediately changing. “jesus shit, dapper, how long have you been standing there?” he snapped, accidentally knocking over the bag in his haste. a bunch of food, mostly cans and ready meals, tumbled out and onto the floor.

“long enough,” dapper grinned, and the tips of anti’s ears turned red as he scowled. dapper stepped forwards and silently helped anti pick up the things from the floor, neither one saying anything.

“went shopping,” anti said eventually. he closed the cupboard just a bit harder than he needed to. “the costcutter opened a couple hours earlier than usual, figured i’d get stuff early so we don’t get in trouble.” he rolled up his sleeves absentmindedly, and his bracelets jangled on his arms. “also, we’ve got shit to do today. i may need your body for a bit.”

dapper frowned, before heading to the fridge and grabbing a pen off the whiteboard. anti still wasn’t fluent in bsl, although he’d learned a hell of a lot of it in the couple months he’d been learning. dapper wondered where he’d found the time in amongst all his other various activities. “you haven’t possessed me in three weeks. what are you doing today, then?”

anti made a face. “none of your business.”

dapper rolled his eyes, though he was facing the board and anti couldn’t see. “it’ll be my business when you give me a criminal record doing illegal shit in my body.”

“language,” anti grinned, and dapper deliberately rubbed out the word “shit” and replaced it with “STUFF” in all caps. anti laughed. “better. i’m just gonna go see some people, it’s fine. don’t worry.”

“but you’re still not fluent in sign, how are you -”

“same way we’re communicating now,” anti said before he could finish writing. he leaned against the sink, not noticing the water soaking into the bandages on his arms. “and i do know a lot of it, so -” he made several very vulgar signs that made dapper laugh silently, body shaking exaggeratedly.

“bastard,” dapper signed. then he went back to writing, rubbing off what was already on the board. “anyway, don’t change the subject. what were you singing?”

anti was suddenly very interested in making sure the cans in the cupboard were stacked correctly. “i have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“you were singing!” dapper protested.

anti turned round, walking towards the door. “prove it, bitch,” he signed before disappearing, leaving dapper alone in the kitchen.

“hey, asshole!” he followed him into the living room. “you -”

anti suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him to the floor.

dapper threw his arm off, confused. “anti, what -”

“shut up,” anti hissed. he sat up and peeked through the window before ducking back down. “fuck, there’s people -”

someone rang the doorbell.

anti and dapper stayed very, very still.

“hey, open up!” called a deep male voice. dapper trembled at the sound of something so unfamiliar. “this is the police, open this door or we will be forced to break it down!”

anti tapped dapper’s shoulder. “let me in,” he signed, and dapper nodded. he was genuinely shaking, his bottom lip quivering.

“anti, what if -” he started, but anti cut him off with a shake of his head. he took dapper’s hands and looked at him questioningly. he paused, listening to the men pounding on the door, and then nodded again.

possession was one aspect of anti that dapper didn’t think he would ever get used to. it was like his consciousness somehow grew smaller, more compressed, like he was a sheet of paper being rolled up and pushed to the back of his head. his whole body just felt numb, because he wasn’t in that part of himself anymore. he was sharing his skin with someone else, and he was being squished, unable to see, barely able to hear, gasping for air. time meant nothing like this, at least not for him. there wasn’t a thing on earth that could reach him as he floated in the black abyss of himself.

when he awoke again, he was on the floor.

he couldn’t move, but he could see. could see the legs of the kitchen table. could see anti on the ground on the other side, eyes closed. could see the red splattered on the floor, could smell the sharp copper in the air.

“dap,” anti mumbled. he was conscious after all. he opened his eyes and glanced over at dapper, moving to try and get up, slipping on the blood soaking the floor. blood soaking the - blood -

dapper’s hands were so red.

fuck, they were so red. like they’d been dipped in paint. if he kept his eyes squeezed shut, he could imagine they had been. imagine he hadn’t just killed someone. fuck, there was so much red. even the light behind his eyes was red. he thought he was going to be sick.

something shook him. “dap. dap. we have to go. have to - i didn’t - we’re gonna get in more trouble if we stay here. i’m sor - we have to go.”

dapper let anti lift him to his feet. if he didn’t open his eyes he could pretend there were no bodies on the floor, no wave of red soaking his chest. fuck, he was going to pass out.

“a,” he signed with one hand, unable to lift his arm fully to sign his full name. “a, a…”

“quick, you can change clothes.” anti pulled dapper’s hoodie over his head, probably realizing he currently lacked the motor control needed to do it himself. “i didn’t mean for this - i was being careful, i thought - fuck, they must have seen me this morning. i’m s - didn’t mean for this to happen, dap, really.”

he’d killed someone. again. more blood on his hands. “thought you were just going to get them to go away,” dapper signed numbly. “you killed them. my hands. you killed them.”

“dapper, i - i don’t know all those signs.” anti was rubbing at dapper’s face with a tissue, looking stressed. “we have to get out of here, go wash your hands, i’ll grab our shit - i wasn’t exactly quiet, someone will be here soon -”

dapper let anti guide him to the bathroom and just stared at the wall, trying to keep his thoughts away. memories were starting to come back; someone screaming, a knife heavy in his hands, a face, a face contorted in horror and fear. dapper’s breath hitched, and his hand flew to his mouth, pressing into his skin.

“ - let’s go, dap, hurry up!” with a jolt, dapper realised anti had been yelling, pulling at his arms frantically. he stumbled to his feet, letting anti clumsily yank him down the hall. “we have to go out the back, i’ve been planning for a while so i know where we’re going, hurry up.”

course he’d been planning this. shit, he was shaking so badly. bile rose in his throat as they raced out the back door, not even bothering to lock it behind them. “come on, put your hood up,” anti said, pulling dapper’s hood up himself. he hadn’t even realized he was wearing a new hoodie, a black one this time. the two of them ran out to the back, through the gate and down the long flight of stairs, dapper stumbling several times on the way down. anti held onto his hand the whole time, never once letting go. “hurry up, dap, come on.”

sirens. fuck, how dapper hated the sounds of sirens. anti slowed as three police cars went by, walking casually like they were just brothers out for a stroll. immediately after they’d passed, anti changed course, heading through a different street. eventually, dapper regained enough awareness to sign one handed. “anti, where are we going?”

“i have a place, ok? all you have to know.” anti kept going, dragging dapper behind him. his legs felt like they were going to give out beneath him. he whistled, trying to pull his hand away.

“anti, slow!”

anti didn’t turn his head to look.

they walked for a full hour, barely stopping. by the time they slowed, dapper was only half conscious, his legs aching and head pounding. he was certain he was going to be sick. “here, in here,” anti murmured, and helped dapper down the steps to a small house. it looked expensive, even more so than the last place. dapper didn’t have the energy to wonder where anti was getting the money for these places, or if he was paying at all.

as if reading his mind, anti mumbled “and don’t bother asking how i’m getting us these places.” he didn’t use keys to get in, just glitched his hand through the door and opened it from the other side. dapper closed his eyes; it freaked him out when anti did that, and he knew it, meaning he did it as often as he could. he heard anti push the door open, and they went inside.

dapper cracked his eyes to look around. it was fairly well furnished, actually, lots of chairs and little tables and cushions and bookshelves - dapper had never been in such a nice place. he couldn’t appreciate it for long, however. the second they stepped over the doorway, dapper doubled over, feeling vomit rise up in his throat.

“shit, dapper, come here -” anti tried, but it was too late. dapper coughed and spluttered as he was sick on the carpet, his chest heaving with the effort. he wiped at his mouth, tears stinging his eyes.

“fuck!” anti swore. dapper flinched, expecting to be hit, to be hurt, hands in front of his face as he waited for a blow. but it never came. instead, anti just yanked him away from the puddle of sick and sat him down on the couch with a loud sigh. “fuck’s sake.” he disappeared, and dapper curled up into a ball, shaking violently. maybe if he kept as still as he could, he would just disappear. maybe he would stop existing entirely. maybe, maybe.

“dap?” this was anti’s voice again, much softer and more controlled. he felt a cold hand on his neck, touching the string tied there, and he jumped. “come on, dap, sit the fuck up. come on.”

when he didn’t move, anti made a noise and slapped the side of his head, although not with intention to hurt him, he thought. more as a warning. “dapper,” anti snapped. “get up.”

he didn’t care. let anti hurt him, he didn’t give a shit.

there was a pause. and then - dapper let out a squeak. anti was lifting him up in his arms, straining with the effort. “fuck, dap, you’re heavy,” he groaned. dapper instinctively wrapped his arms around anti’s shoulders, carefully avoiding his neck, too afraid to let go.

after a minute or so, he was dropped heavily onto what felt like… dapper pressed his hands down. it was indeed a bed, a large one, with many blankets and pillows. he sighed as he let his head fall, suddenly feeling so much more comfortable and relaxed. there was a thwump as anti flopped down beside him, both staring at the ceiling.

after a few minutes, anti spoke. “about the - killing the cops,” anti muttered. “i didn’t mean for that to happen. i tried to play the… the "mute young gentleman living on his own” card, but they didn’t buy it. we look too much alike, i guess, and it’s me they’re after. well, i guess you too. they tried to arrest me, and there was a knife in your jeans pocket - why was there a knife in your jeans pocket, by the way?“

a moment of silence. "self defense,” dapper eventually signed. they were the first words he’d said in over an hour. anti sighed with relief at dapper’s response.

“ok, ok. glad you’re talking again.” he rolled over to face his brother, though dapper didn’t look at him. “i didn’t mean to make you kill them. ok? i - i had - shit, i had stuff planned to do today and everything, fuck.”

dapper tuned to face the other wall, heart racing.

“dap?” he heard anti say. “dapper, look at me.”

dapper closed his eyes and covered his face.

another pause.

“i’m sorry.”

dapper opened his eyes.

anti never apologized for anything.

“i’m sorry, ok? i’m sorry i made you kill them when i promised i wouldn’t kill anything in your body again. i’m sorry i had to drag you all the way out here when you were in a state. i’m sorry…” anti let out a long sigh. “gods, i’m sorry i hurt you, ok? i’m sorry, tá brón orm. tá grá agam duit.”

dapper was absolutely not going to cry. not now. he was not.

he turned round and buried his face in anti’s chest.

“shh, shh, mo chroí. tá tú ceart go leor. tá tú ceart go leor.”

dapper holds on as tightly as he can. he didn’t know all those words - anti had only taught him a little irish - but he clung to the ones he knew. i love you, you’re ok, i love you.

“dapper,” anti murmured, “dapper, listen. i need to tell you something.”

he didn’t think he’d be able to take more bad news. he tapped anti’s shoulder to let him know he was listening anyway.

“ok,” he breathed. dapper felt his chest rise and fall. “dap… what would you think about having a brother?”

dapper blinked and went very still. a brother. he already had a brother. he had anti. and he knew about the creator’s boys. the hero, the magician, the doctor, the gunman. he knew. he knew.

he pulled away from anti’s body so he can see his hands. “new brother?”

anti nodded. “you know how i said i’ve been trying to get the magician? kitten? well, i think… maybe he’s nearly ready. to be with us.” he stroked dapper’s hair out of his face. “what do you think of that?”

dapper felt his face light up. “yes, yes, yes!” he beamed, and anti laughed, pulling him closer to knock their foreheads together. dapper couldn’t believe it - another brother, a whole other person to talk to! another person, just like him! just the thought was wonderful enough. another brother. dapper let his lips turn up at the corners, relaxing.

his joy brought him a brief moment of courage. “anti?” he kept his eyes closed so he wouldn’t see his reaction. “can you sing again?”

anti was quiet for a moment.

“sing - why would you want that?” he laughed. dapper blinked, seeing how anti’s ears had turned red again. “i don't… do that, k, dap? that’s not -”

“please?” dapper’s hands shook. “please sing. i feel sick and bad. please sing.” he wasn’t sure if anti knew all the signs, but by the look on his face, he could see he had gotten the general gist.

“dap-per,” he groaned. “if you want something, i can go try and steal some doughnuts for us to share. there’s good internet here, we can watch a movie.”

dapper shook his head. “tired. please sing?”

anti breathed deeply in through his nose. “what song?”

dapper grinned, shaking his hands out in excitement. anti was clearly trying to keep a smile from his face. “same one as earlier!”

anti rolled over and groaned, throwing his arm over his face. “oh fuck, dap, not that one,” he giggled, though dapper could see him relenting.

“yes, that one!” dapper swatted at his arm. “why were you singing it if it’s so embarrassing?”

anti flipped him off. “bastard. you’re the only person i’d ever do this for, deartháir. and only because i broke my promise.” he rolled back round and flicked dapper’s nose. “don’t get used to this.”

dapper smiled and raised an eyebrow, waiting. the room was very silent for a moment.

“she keeps her moet et chandon in her pretty cabinet,” anti sang, so softly dapper almost had to strain to hear. “"let them eat cake,” she says, just like marie antoinette…"

dapper closed his eyes and just listened, tracing his fingers along the bandages on anti’s arms. anti had a nice voice when he wasn’t glitching or being dramatic. that was another surprise. dapper was learning many new things about anti with every day.

it was going to be strange to have a new person with them. but the thought excited him. a brand new brother. someone different to talk to. he couldn’t wait.

it wasn’t long before he was drifting off to sleep.

#jacksepticeye #boop writes #jameson jackson #antisepticeye #arc one: before the storm

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ashphoenix06 · 6 years ago

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Sweet Dreams Part 3 (End)

*Warning... some scenes in this last part might be a little gory or heart wrenching for some.*

Chase held his hands out as he got to his feet. His eyes never left Schneep’s and the good doctor felt disgusted. This is wrong, he kept repeating in his head. All of this… All of this is just wrong.

Scheenp flinched when Chase took a small step towards him. Chase saw this and stopped, his eyes filled with pity.

“Henrick… I didn’t make you do anything… No one has made you do anything… Do you know where you are? What day it is?”

He took another step towards Schneep, which make him begin to hyperventilate with fear. He didn’t want this…. this…. imposter anywhere near him. He knew, in his heart, that this person had hurt him but couldn’t remember how or when. Schneep couldn’t even remember the face this thing had worn before it… before it looked like….

“Chase,” Schneep gasped, pushing himself from the wall and steadying himself on rubber legs.

“Yes, Henrick. I am Chase… I’m your friend… you saved my life, remember?”

Schneep eyes shot up to Chase’s right temple. The round scar seemed to be sinking in a bit and the area around it looked like it was starting to bruise. Schneep shook his head. So many conflicting memories raced through his head… Bits and pieces of scenes floating in and out of view. A gun… Marvin’s face twisted with conflict and rage…

Two bright eyes fading to dull emptiness… those same eyes snapping back to life but completely souless…

Blood… blood covering his white doctor’s coat…

“I remember… Jackie… Marvin? No… wait…” Schneep stammered, eyes darting around the room to try to grasp anything real, anything stable. “Jack! Where’s Jack?”

“He’s right next to you Henrick,” Chase whispered, pointing at the bed. “He’s sleeping, remember? Anti got to him and did horrible things to him…”

“Anti…” Schneep murmured, resting his wild eyes on Chase, who was getting closer and closer. “Anti… he… he hurt… no.. I hurt….. Jack? No... Chase…. Where is Chase?”

“I’m right here,” Chase assured, so close to Schneep now that he could touch him if he wanted. But he kept his hands up, Schneep noticed. Why wasn’t he trying to grab him?

“Where is Chase,” he repeated with a stronger resolve, looking at the receding scar again and then at Chase’s right hand. “Where is Chase? What. Did. You. Make. ME. DO!”

“Henrick,” Chase exclaimed as Schneep grabbed hold of his wrist.

Whatever Chase said after fell on deaf ears as Schneep found himself falling inside his own head, memories swirling around him as if he was caught in a tornado.

Schneep, JJ and Anti were all standing in Jack’s recording room, all facing Chase. He was cornered, tears streaming down his face and his gun pointing right at Anti’s head.

“Let them go, you fucker! They don’t deserve this bullshit you’re putting them through!”

The gun starts to tremble. Anti snickers with sadistic glee.

“Put it away, Brody. You know that won’t kill me….”

“Maybe not, but I can damn well try!”

He fires a shot that flies right through Anti’s head and buries itself into the wall. Anti sighs and shakes his head as muffled cries can be heard from beyond.

“You,” he points at JJ, “go take care of that magician and that idiotic hero.”

JJ leaves. Chase’s cock’s the gun back at Anti’s head.

“LEAVE THEM ALONE, YOU MOTHER FUCKER, OR I’LL SHOOT YOU AGAIN!”

Sounds of fighting and a cry of pain. Chase ready’s to fire again, but Schneep steps in the way. Chase looks perplexed, lowering the gun a little.

“Henrick?”

Anti laughs maniacally behind Schneep.

“Shoot again, Brody… I dare you…”

“Henrick… please… snap out of it. Please wake up!”

Footsteps are heard dashing towards them. Anti sighs in frustration and waves his hand. Schneep starts walking towards Chase. Chase raises the gun again.

“I DON’T WANT TO SHOOT YOU! PLEASE, HENRICK! DON’T MAKE ME HURT YOU!”

But Chase never shoots. Schneep grabs the hand with the gun and twists it. Chase cries out as Schneep gets behind him and kicks him down to his knees. Jackie and Marvin burst into the room. Jackie see Schneep and Chase. He cries out. Marvin begins to form an attack but Anti sticks out his hand. Marvin is forced back to the wall. He grunts and shakes as he tries to move but he’s stuck like glue.

“MARVIN!”

Schneep twists Chase’s arms, one to the point of breaking in order to shut him up and the other to rest the gun on his right temple. Anti throws his head back and laughs. Jackie tries to run to Chase and Schneep but Anti blasts him with a glitch fused attack, knocking him into the wall.

“JACKIE,” both Chase and Marvin cried.

Anti saunters over to Chase and bends down until their faces meet. Anti hisses in delight. Chase is trying not to hyperventilate.

“Let’s see if the odds are in your favor a second time, Brody….”

Chase looks up at Schneep, one last attempt to try to get through to his brother.

“Henrick… pl… please. Don’t let him do this. You… you know what he’ll do. My kids… please… don’t let him get to my kids… please!”

Schneep pushes Chase’s finger. The gun goes off. Blood is splattered on Schneep’s white doctor’s coat. Two bright eyes fade to dull emptiness as Chase falls to the floor.

“NOOOOOO! NONONO! CHASE,” Jackie cries out from where he lays.

“How….. HOW COULD YOU DO THIS, SCHNEEP! YOU WERE LIKE A BROTHER TO HIM!”

Marvin glares at Schneep with nothing but hatred, tears leaking from his eyes.

Anti laughs as he walks over to Chase’s body. He looks at Schneep and pats him on the cheek.

“Such an obedient puppet….”

Anti turns his attention to Chase, kicking the body over so those blank eyes stared at the ceiling. He squats down and bites one of his fingers. It wells up with black ichor.

Extending his finger to Chase’s left eye, he starts to hum.

“Let’s try this again, shall we? My mistake last time was I didn’t kill Jack first…. Only after I was already in control…”

“LEAVE HIM ALONE, YOU SICK, GLITCHY BASTARD! LEAVE HIM ALONE!”

Jackie was on his feet, face all bloody and bruised. He starts to rush at Anti only to have Schneep walk in the way, gun pointed straight at Jackie.

Jackie stops, shock written on his face. Marvin starts to rave, fighting desperately to unpin himself from the wall.

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE, SCHNEEP! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!”

Anti watches the whole thing with an expression of boredom.

“Can we get this over with please… I need to set my plans in motion, here…”

“JACKIE! USE YOUR POWERS! FIGHT BACK!”

Jackie doesn’t move. He looks Schneep dead in the eyes, a sad smile on his lips.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Henrick…”

“JACKIE, NO!”

“... I hope one day, you can wake up…”

The gun goes off. Jackie’s face twists in pain as he clutches his stomach.

“MOTHER FUCKER! YOU PIECE OF SHIT DOCTOR! FUCK YOU! JACKIE!”

Jackie looks up at Schneep, a trail of blood leaking out of his mouth.

“I…. I know you didn’t mean to…. I.. I forgive you, Henrick…”

Jackie’s eyes drop shut as he falls to the floor. Marvin is screaming in rage, slowly breaking Anti’s spell on him.

“Time to speed things up…”

Anti works the ichor out of his finger to until it forms a droplet. The black ooze drops into Chase’s eye and is quickly absorbed, turning the eye full black. As Chase’s body begins to twitch and convulse, Anti begins to fade. Before he disappears, he turns to Marvin, who had just broken through the spell, releasing him from the wall. Green flames burst around his hands and engulf his eyes. He’s about to attack but Anti laughs.

“It’s too late, magician. Brody is mine now. I am him and he is me. It’s his own fucking fault. I probably wouldn’t of even bothered with him if he hadn’t of taken over the channel in Jack’s place….”

“YOU FUCKING GLITCHY ASS BITCH! I’LL KILL YOU! YOU AND THE PIECE OF SHIT DOCTOR!”

But before Marvin could attack them, Anti and Schneep glitched out.

“NO!”

Schneep releases Chase’s wrist and stumbles backwards, falling onto Jack’s bed. He feels sweat pouring down his face and his breaths are painfully jagged. The fatigue he felt was intensified after that little episode and it was hard enough from him to keep his eyes open.

He looked at Chase and gave a weak, startled cry. The man standing before him wasn’t his brother, he was a twisted version of him. His eyes were completely black and his skin gave off a sickly greenish hue. His smile had grown bigger, more crooked. Black ichor trailed down from his eyes and our of the corners of his mouth. And his right temple… oh god, Schneep cried in his head. The small, round little scar had completely sunken into a gaping gunshot wound, black liquid slowly oozing out.

The twisted creature threw back his head and laughed. Schneep scooted more onto the bed, unconsciously throwing his arms out to the sides; protecting the sleeping Jack behind him.

“You….” he snarled at the creature as he started to glitch, “... you sick, twisted demon! What did you make me do to my brothers!”

Anti slowly lowered his head and gave Schneep a inquisitive look. Schneep felt his skin crawl when Anti’s eyes laid on him.

“I… oh god…. YOU made me kill him,” Schneep cried. “YOU MADE ME KILL CHASE! Oh fucking god… and Jackie… AND JACKIE, TOO!”

“Oh, calm down, doc,” Anti hissed, walking back and forth. “The magician got to the hero before the bullet killed him. He managed to heal him some before they both vanished from the room.”

“How… how do you know?”

Anti tilted his head, giving Schneep a knowing smirk while tapping at the hole in his head.

“Because I had full control by then, doc. Oh, don’t look so surprised. It was your research that helped me figure out why I couldn’t stay in control last time.”

Schneep had a quick flash of himself pouring over papers on his desk.

“No…”

“Yes. Jack was weak, but I made the mistake of taking his body first and then trying to kill him while I was still inside. Stupid of me, actually. I was the only reason he didn’t die that night.”

Schneep’s mind when back to when Jack came to him about the blackouts, how he felt like someone was always there with him. Then it jumped to when he found Jack laying on top of his pumpkin, blood spilling everywhere and the gaping hole on his neck… and yet, he was still alive… those eyes snapped back alive to look at him, but they were soulless.

“What did you do to Jack? Why won’t he wake up” Schneep snapped, leaning back further though his body protested to the strain. Anti saw what Schneep was doing and gave a chuckle.

“Geez, you are stupid. I don’t give a shit about him anymore. I’ve already got what I wanted.”

At this, he gestured to himself and Schneep stiffened. Chase… he had Schneep shoot Chase in the head before he took over his body. Chase, his friend.. his brother. He heard his last words play inside his mind.

Don’t let him get to my kids… please…

Anti saw the realization on Schneep’s face and began to clap.

“Way to go, doc. You’ve finally woken up.”

Schneep gave Anti a death stare as the glitch stuck two fingers into the oozing gun wound. He dug around for a bit until he suddenly pulled them out. Between the two black covered fingers was the bullet that had taken Schneep’s friend.

“Too bad Brody won’t be able to ever wake up again… I told that magician. I would of left him alone if he hadn’t of taken Jack’s place. He became the face of the channel. He catered to all those potential puppets, just like Jack did. I need them, don’t you get it? They fuel my power… they’re the reason I exist. I need them as much as they need me. They’re going to help me, doc. Help me with the next phase… and I can’t afford anymore slip ups. That’s why Brody had to die. I needed no resistance when I took control of his body. Jack had resisted and that screwed everything up… no. This time, with your help, I made fucking sure that Brody’s body was empty before I moved in.”

Schneep spat at Anti’s feet as his eyes started to droop. He could feel himself tittering back and forth. What was happening to him? He could feel himself starting to slip away.

Anti walked over to him and bent down so their faces were at the same level. Schneep felt his head nod forward and quickly snapped it back up to look at Anti.

“I told you, doc” Anti whispered, placing a black stained finger on Schneep’s forehead. “I can’t afford anymore slip ups… you included. Yes, you may have woken up, but I still have control over you. I OWN YOU…. and I can’t have my number one puppet rebelling against me, now can I? So, take my advice… and get some rest. You’ve been working too hard, lately… You deserve a nice break. I can promise you that when you wake up, all this will go away. Everything that happened here will become just a horrible nightmare. You’ll wake up and continue about your day, going through your worthless life until I call for you, again. I have plans for the fucking magician.”

With his sticky black finger on Schneep’s forehead, he lightly pushed the good doctor. Schneep fell, without resistance, on top on Jack’s legs. As his breathing became heavier and steady, he witnessed Anti morph from his hideous persona back into Chase. Giving him a evil little smirk, he pulled out his phone to check it real quick.

“Now… if you don’t mind, I have to get out of here. I promised Stacey that I’d watch the kids tonight while she went to a meeting for work.”

Don’t let him get to my kids… please….

“I swear,” Schneep slurred, “if… you hurt… a single… hair… on one… of his… children’s heads….”

Quick as a flash, Chase was on top of him, grabbing him by the shirt collar and yanking him close to his face.

“I WOULD NEVER HURT MY OWN CHILDREN, YOU FUCKER!”

Schneep’s drooping eyes widen as Chase’s grip loosened. The good doctor saw confusion flash across his face as he started to breath a little bit faster. For a second, Chase’s eyes lit back up… Schneep grinned sheepishly.

“My friend,” Schneep barely whispered, “you live, after all.”

Those bright eyes looked at Schneep, tears beginning to fall from them.

“I’m… so sorry… for what I did… please forgive me… and don’t… let him win…”

The light left Chase’s eyes and he shook his head, pushing Schneep back down onto the bed. As he wiped the tears from his face in total shock, Schneep looked over at Jack, still sleeping after everything that happened.

“Please… please wake up…. We’re really going… going to need you… in the coming days… please… wake up, Jack… wa...w…”

And with that, Schneep drifted off…. He needed the rest. Chase was right. He shouldn’t be pushing himself as much as he did. He needed to be strong for everyone. For Chase and Jackie.

After all, a doctor’s work is never done.

This is part three of the first of five writing prompts given to me by @glitchbicth. This story took so long to write because I honestly wanted to cry the whole time but I also had fun writing it. Thank you to everyone who read and reblogged this little fanfic.

The second prompt will be posted tomorrow. Good night, everyone. PMA!

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticegos #jacksepticeye fanfiction #jacksepticeye fandom #jacksepticeye community #dr henrik von schneeplestein #chase brody #jackieboy man #marvin the magnificent #antisepticeye #fanfic #writing prompt

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egopocalypse · 7 years ago

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Egotober Day 2: Experiment

Anti circled around the doctor, fiddling with his knife as he surveyed the scene. Dr. Schneeplestein was strapped down tight to a lab table, beads of sweat condensing on his brow as he fruitlessly tried to shield his eyes from the bright light shining down on him. His surgical mask was dangling off his ear, exposing his bruised mouth and nose from when the demon had knocked him out, and his shirt was torn to shreds so that the demon had better access to his canvas. It was a pretty sight, but Anti would make sure his art would make it even better.

“Say doc, how about we try a little e͟͢x̧̛p̨e҉͡ŗ͏i̷̡͝m҉ȩ͜͟nt̀, hmm??” The demon asked playfully, purposefully stepping on the man’s glasses. His mouth twitched as he heard the glass crunch underneath his shoe, a small smirk gracing his features.

The doctor was silent. Whether that was because his mouth hurt too much to speak or from sheer stubbornness, Anti didn’t know. His eyes narrowed slightly in annoyance. He hated being ignored. He tried not to let it affect him, instead focusing on his task.

After all, he would get all the attention he desired soon enough. All he needed was a little p̧̨a̕͜҉ít̷̢̨̀ę̴́̀ń͘c͝ę̶̵̀͝.

“Let’s test to see who’s a better work of art. You, or Jack??” Anti mused, tapping the tip of his knife to his chin. He glanced at the doctor’s expression, glee surging through him as he watched the color drain from Schneeplestein’s face. He was well aware of what Jack’s mangled corpse looked like, and the doctor never wanted to see anyone in that state ever again. The fact that he was about to go under the same knife that inflicted those wounds on Jack was enough to make him queasy, adrenaline pumping through his body as his mind tried to process the danger he found himself in.

“Oh, but we can’t just test it immediately, can we?? We have to go through all those little steps first.”

Schneeplestein silently wondered what the hell the demon was going on about, but ignored it in favor of focusing on keeping his dinner down.

Suddenly, he felt the cold steel of the knife tracing the skin of his stomach, the pressure too light to puncture the skin.

“Don’t you know I hate being ignored??” Anti asked, his irritation rising.

Finally, a question he could answer. The doctor slowly nodded his head, biting back a groan as his head started to throb.

“Then w͠h͘y̴ d̕o̷ ̶y͜óú ke͠ep ̸d͘o̡i͢ng͟ ̧it͝??” Anti hissed, leaning in towards the doctor’s face.

Schneeplestein took the opportunity to defy the demon and spat a mouthful of blood right in his face. The demon glitched harshly, the blood splattering his face and neck as he shut his eyes reflexively.

“Fine, you wanna play?? T͢͜͢͢͝H҉̡Ȩ̕͡Ǹ̵͘͘͜ ̸̵̧̛L͝͏̸̷҉Ę̶́T̶̴͡'̧͠S̢̛ ̸̶̢̀́P̛͝Ĺ̡̧͘͘A̸̡͘Y̧͞!!” The demon’s eyes were black when he reopened them, showing the fathomless rage hidden under his shell.

A severe pain abruptly erupted in his abdomen, and all Schneeplestein knew was pain. His screams saturated the room for the next few hours as Anti had his fun with him, drawing out the torture to sate his appetite.

“Say doc, didn’t you want to be an artist when you were younger?? How do you feel about that dream finally coming true??” The demon asked during a brief break as he cleaned off his knife.

Schneeplestein could barely whimper, his vocal chords raw from screaming. His mind was hazy from the pain, and he could feel his body slowly growing colder as his lifeblood leaked from his body. He knows with absolute certainty that he will be dead within the hour. A part of him wants Anti to end it now, but he’s always been scared of death and the uncertainty of what happens after.

“You know, as fun as it was to carve into you, there’s almost no room left for me to make my art. I’ll have to find a new canvas soon. Who knows, maybe that magician will finally be good for something.”

Schneeplestein couldn’t muster up the strength to respond, leaving the demon disappointed. Anti quickly shook it off, preparing to carve the final details into his masterpiece.

“Ś̢w͏e͢è͠t͡͡ ͢d̴r͏̨e̛͠͝a҉m͢s͞,̴͟ ̧͘d̵ó͞c͞. ̕͜T̕e͢ll̵͜ ͠͝J̕a҉̀c͟k̷̕ ̵̛̕I͘ ͜sa͟i̡ḑ͘ ̶̛h̴̵̕i.̷̡”

Anti swung the knife once more, and the world finally blacked out, causing Schneeplestein to float in the darkness forevermore.

#egotober #jacksepticeye #antisepticeye #dr. schneeplestein #tw: blood #River’s Writing

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teambingewatch · 7 years ago

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Becho Fan Fiction for Bellarke End-Gamers

I’ve always had a soft spot for Becho becoming a thing before Clarke and Bellamy finally wake up and smell their feelings.

I’d encourage you to read this even if you hate Becho. It’s an interesting perspective on a relationship that could very well happen in some form at the start of Season 5.

Read on AO3

Five days spent in space. Four nights sleeping in the sky. Ninety hours since the Death Wave (not that Bellamy was counting). The chaos of reaching the Ring had slowly fizzled. The crew hadn’t slept the first three nights, frantically fixing system glitches with their oxygen flow, heating system, and centrifugal force. They spent six hours trying to jump start the algae farm WHILE floating due to gravity problems. Emori loved it. Murphy wouldn’t stop swearing. Today was their second day on a schedule. Monty and Raven assigned everyone rotating time slots for food prep, waste management, repairs, exercise, free time, and even scavenging. One crew member was on duty at all times to monitor the control panels. Right now, Bellamy was the only one awake. And he relished it.

He was slumped against a beam in the chancellor’s quarters, arms folded tightly over his chest. Radio slung low on his hip, he stared out into the abyss. The large, spotless window framed the Earth like an eerie, priceless painting. The blue-green globe that had captured his imagination as a boy on the Ark was gone. In its place was a swirling red fireball with gray oceans splattered throughout. His eyes refocused from the inky world outside to his reflection in the glass. He realized his jaw was peppered with black stubble. A thumb ran over his jaw, making a pleasant sound. Bellamy decided right then that if they found razor blades while scavenging, he wouldn’t need one. The texture on his face helped ground him in the present. He felt peaceful this evening, in an apathetic way. Shallow breathing, slow blinking, and no grinding teeth for a change. His head twitched when a sound broke the calm. Bellamy stretched his neck around, peering out the door with a furrowed brow. No more commotion.

He sighed loudly, realizing that every tiny clatter on the Ring was amplified due to the lack of sound wave absorption. A pang of loss hit him. He missed the grassy stillness of dense forests. He grieved for lush meadows. He grieved for the whole Earth. He grieved for Clarke. Bellamy turned his eyes back to the window. He sighed again, much more defeated this time. A yelp. It was unmistakable that time, albeit far away. Not a bang or a ding from the clunky ship, but a human noise. Bellamy stiffened and strode out the doorway toward the living quarters. The North Wing was home to Murphy, Echo, Monty, and Emori, but he didn’t see any of their doors open when he passed. He kept padding down the hallway, trying not to wake anyone with the thud of his boots. Something clicked behind him, and he whipped around just as the bathroom door was closing. He heard the yelp again. Since it was a bathroom with stalls, Bellamy made the fast decision to enter without knocking. He kept his eyes on the ceiling just in case. “Everything okay in here?” He heard a shuffle to the left and carefully squinted toward the large corner stall. Blood on the floor. Manners evaporating, he flung open the door. His wide eyes darted all over the scene in front of him. Echo was sprawled on the tiles on her knees, clutching at the junction between her thighs. It was soaked with dark blood, the stain slowly expanding. Her hair clung to the sweat on her forehead and neck. Red eyes. She’d obviously been crying for a while. Their eyes met at the same time. Echo looked horrified, face going white through her tears. “GET. OUT.” she growled through gritted teeth. Bellamy was frozen for a moment, lost in the fright on her face. He’d never seen her so scared. He finally swallowed, blinking profusely and darting out the door. “Raven…” he spit into his radio. “Raven, wake up. I need you in North Wing. NOW.” The forty-five seconds that followed were in slow motion. He could hear Echo gasping and writhing around, and he combed his brain trying to remember what could be wrong. All the medical training he receiving as a cadet was fuzzy or forgotten. There was so much blood. Raven shook his arm, saying his name for the second time. “BELLAMY. What’s wrong?!” He opened his mouth, but ended up gesturing into the bathroom. Raven limped around the corner and was shocked too. Echo didn’t seem as opposed to her presence. Raven took a step forward and sat on the toilet lid with concern, hovering over Echo. “What…” Raven started to ask. “I haven’t bled. I didn’t realize…. I was distracted…” Echo trailed off, trying to think. She gasped in pain, fingers tugging at her kneecaps. “I haven’t bled for…. Two months? More? I don’t know. I didn’t know….” she trailed off again as she bowed over, gritting her teeth and bracing through a cramp. Raven’s eyes widened with understanding. She looked off to the side, not knowing what to say. “Have you…. When… when was the last time you were… with someone?” Echo took in a sharp breath, yelping a little. “I don’t…. it was summer… one of the ambassadors… I swear I didn’t know…..” Raven slid off the toilet onto the floor in front of Echo, who looked into Raven’s eyes for answers. Raven deliberated before speaking, opening her mouth a few times while Echo cried silently, holding her abdomen. “Echo… do you understand what’s happening? Do you… have you ever been… pregnant before?” Echo pursed her lips, her jaw stiffening. She shook her head a little viciously. “It’s dying, isn’t it? Or it’s already dead,” she said in a low whisper, looking up from the floor to find Raven’s eyes. “Y…Yes. I think so,” Raven said blankly, a little numb herself. “The stress… the new atmosphere… it’s probably trauma-related….” Her voice floated away. A moment passed as they stared at each other. Echo bit her lip and suppressed another yelp, lashes squeezed shut. Raven suddenly went into Clark-mode. She hauled herself off the floor. “I’m going for more towels. I’ll see if I can find pain-relievers. I’ll be right back,” Raven said over her shoulder. Raven was only in the bathroom for a minute, but Bellamy was torn from his thoughts once again as the door slammed behind her. He could see the wild look on Raven’s face. “She’s…” Raven stopped in front of him, searching Bellamy’s eyes. “She’s having a miscarriage.” Bellamy’s lips parted. “I’ll be back. Just guard that door. Nobody else goes in.” He watched Raven disappear and then stared over at the door, bewildered. His eyes dissected the brushed metal, looking the door up and down like he was waiting for it to talk to him. Echo screamed. Bellamy peered urgently down the hall and then back at the door. His hand rose to the doorknob and rested on it, his brain churning back and forth. He exhaled through his nose and went in. She looked up and her eyes bulged. She was in the middle of a pain arc, and speaking wasn’t possible. Her hands were covered in redness, and everything she touched turned the same color. It looked like she’d been stabbed. He watched her for only a moment, unbuckling his gear belt and throwing it on the floor. He came and knelt in front of her. The pain wave passed, and the valleys in between were when the tears came. “You shouldn’t be here. You should….” She sniffed. “Raven is coming back.” He shook his head to quiet her. “We’re not leaving you alone. You’re not alone,” was all he could think of to say. And then, “I’m…. I’m sorry this is happening.” She turned her hand over and wiped her brow with the back of her hand, which was somewhat clean. She winced, the pain coming back in full force. “Ahh!” she screeched, squeaking as she attempted to conceal her screams. She put both palms on the floor, suddenly quiet. Bellamy watched her all the while, lips tight and eyebrows crunched. A beat. “Echo? Echo you need to breathe.” Bellamy put a hand on her shoulder. “ECHO? BREATHE.” She finally gulped in air with a sob, and Bellamy finally breathed too. “There ya go.” Raven cleared her throat, having just returned. Bellamy squeezed Echo’s shoulder and stood. “I’ll be right outside.” +++ The night was long, and Echo was a champion. Raven helped her clean up, turning as Echo removed her bloody clothes and changed into fresh pajamas. Echo didn’t want to leave. She didn’t know how. Raven stayed with her, sitting in silence on the floor in the brightly-lit corner bathroom stall.

Echo eventually fell asleep against the cold wall. Bellamy came in and lifted her easily, carrying her back down the hall and laying her gently on her bed. The door squeaked as it shut. Raven was standing in the hallway, rubbing her hands with a disinfectant wipe. “Is she okay?” he whispered. Raven looked up, crumpling the wipe in her hands. “No, Bell, she’s not,“ Raven answered, exhausted. “But she will be. Someday she will be.” +++ They took Echo off the duty list, and four days passed without anyone seeing her. Raven brought rations and water to her room. She said Echo was doing well but just wanted some time. On the fifth day after supper, everyone went to the chancellor’s quarters to watch a meteor shower through the big window. Bellamy stayed behind in the cafeteria to clean dishes. He opened the cabinet and the jar of soap was empty. Thanks, Murphy. He went to check the supply closet for more. When he returned, soap in hand, Echo was at the sink filling a tin mug with water. Bellamy stopped in the doorframe across the room, not knowing if she heard or saw him. She lightly pushed the lever down when her cup was full enough. Her height was part of it, but she was very lean. Her long limbs had a deer-like quality under the kitchen lights. She took a sip so her water wouldn’t spill when she was walking. Echo went to the opposite door and turned to go left down the hall. At the last minute, her eyes flicked back into the room and found his. Busted. His lip crooked in a slight smile. She knew he was there the whole time. Friggin’ Ice Nation. +++ Day 19 in space, and the crew was a well-oiled machine. Bellamy insisted on touring the entire Ring every three days, making the excuse that he was catching problems at their root. He really just wanted time alone. Emori had found a wealth of metal bits and bobs that Raven was having tons of fun tinkering with. Monty was revealing the joys of farming to Harper with unexpected agricultural tips from Echo. Murphy seemed right at home burning trash when needed. Most everyone was in bed by now, and Bellamy was on watch again. He flipped the lights off in the control room and stalked down the hall. The big window was his intended destination. He scratched his new full beard. Not shaving was literally the best. He swayed around the corner and stopped short. Echo was standing at the glass, her nose so close that it was making little fog circles on it. Her head twitched a few degrees when she heard him. This time, he knew that SHE knew he was there. “Thought you’d turned in for the night.” She shook her head faintly, still spacing out. He pursed his lips and came forward, standing a couple feet next to her at the glass. They both peered down studiously at the globe. It wasn’t so red now. More brown and burnt-looking. The silence was only a little uncomfortable. Neither one of them ever got in trouble as children for talking too much. “I – “ they both started at the same time, cutting themselves off so the other could speak. More silence, mostly waiting for the other to talk. “You said you would never trust me again.” His eyebrows furrowed a little, reflecting on their tense conversation in the Polis courtyard. And then to him almost choking her to death during the conclave. Was that really only a month or two ago? Seemed like ages. Bellamy sighed evenly, cocking his head toward her with his eyes still down. “Gimme time.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her head swivel to look at him. His eyes drifted over to meet hers. Her gaze seemed to ask: So it’s possible then? “We’ve all done things. Unforgiveable things.” He watched Echo’s eyes lower. She knew she was being gently reprimanded. But he continued. “We’ve also endured. We’ve lost things. People.” Her eyes met his again as he watched her intently. “Things have happened TO us.” Her eyes darted to the glass, and Bellamy could see the shine of tears in her reflection. He scratched his beard again. “I think we all just need some time,” he said quietly. He squinted through the glass, morbidly wondering where Clarke was when she died. He pushed the intrusive thought away. “We… the Ice Nation has a word…. for something that starts as one thing and changes to another: morphte.” Her feet pivoted as she turned to face him. “Ya ten morphte jetta. You aren’t who I thought you were.” Echo looked up at him, the light of the globe illuminating the bags under her eyes. She stared at him humbly. Vulnerably. His lips parted a little as he stared over at her. He pivoted to reciprocate, standing square with her. She could tell he was mulling something over, biting the inside of his cheek. His eyes finally glowed a little. “Ya ten morphte jetta,” he whispered. Tears sprang into her eyes again, her face saying it all. Hearing those words, in her mother tongue. It was balm on her wounds. Several hours later, his head lulled over to see her asleep, slumped over in the chairs they’d pulled close to the window. His shift was over in fifteen minutes, so he stood and stretched, ankles cracking. He looked down at her, curled up like a cat on the hard metal seat. For a split second, he contemplated carrying her back to her room again. He cleared his throat instead, waking her. +++ The next evening, everyone was scheduled for a group exercise session in the old gymnasium. Bellamy opted out, arguing that his tour of the Ring that night would get his blood flowing just fine. Raven rolled her eyes and told him to “fast walk”. As he rounded the last bend at the end of his tour, he strolled past the gymnasium and waved through the glass. Murphy gave him the finger. Bellamy grabbed a towel from the hall closet, intending to shower before everyone finished their cardio. He raised his foot to kick open the door, but it opened right before contact. Echo emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel and hair dripping. “Sorry. Almost kicked ya,” Bellamy’s voice trailed off as Echo’s eyes met his for a fleeting moment. She brushed past him, padding down the hallway in bare feet. It was no question – she’d been crying. He threw the towel back in the closet. Bellamy gave her a moment before following, resting his knuckles on the door before knocking lightly. He heard her shuffling around.

The door opened a sliver and then more. She had dressed quickly. Her hair was still wet and hung in drippy waves over her tank top. “Do you need something?” she asked formally. He hesitated. “Can I come in?” She looked behind her into the room, weighing the pros and cons. She answered by opening the door wider and retreating. He stepped in. Echo’s space was tidy. Only a few items on the table, none of which were personal. Although, he could see her sword on the floor under the bed. She crossed her arms over her chest, guarded. She looked at him inquisitively. “Look…. You just… You didn’t look okay back there.” He shifted, putting his hands on his hips. Her eyes welled up and she turned away, feigning interest in a crack in the ceiling. What she said was overly composed. “I’m having a very bad day.” When he didn’t say anything, her neck craned to look back at him. He reached his long arm to the door and let it click shut. He cocked his head a couple degrees, implying she could embellish if desired. She turned back to him, eyes pink and puffy, arms still crossed over her chest. He could tell she wanted to be tough. That she wanted to piss him off and make him leave. She wanted to be in control. But she wasn’t. Hell. She was a Grounder floating in space. “I don’t understand why I feel this way.” He squinted, silently encouraging her to keep explaining. “We don’t have the food or supplies for another mouth. I was not aware that I was with child. I was not seeking to be with child.” Echo looked very confused. Her tone up until this point had been very even, but she wavered now. “So w-….” Her voice broke, and Bellamy watched with big eyes. “Why am I so sad?” Bellamy nodded slowly, bit his lip, and took a step forward tentatively. “I don’t know what you’re going through.” He was staring at the ground with a crinkled brow, suddenly working through his own grief. “But – It was yours. You didn’t plan it. You didn’t want it. But it was part of you, and now it’s gone.” His eyes flicked up to her. Tears were rolling down her face. A crumbling warrior. His heart actually hurt for her. Two more steps and he was in front of her. “And I don’t know how to help,” he admitted ashamedly. She surged up to hug him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and neck. Bellamy stood still for a minute, honestly a little shocked and thinking it would end soon. But she hung on, gripping the nape of his neck with her slender fingers. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered, muffled in his jacket. “Don’t worry. No one will know we’ve embraced.” His eyes glowed again, and he wrapped his thick arms around her trim waist. Her wet hair stuck to his cheek. “If you told anyone, I’d deny it,” he joked back. He could feel her smiling into his neck. “Ya ten morphte jetta,” she whispered, lips moving against the crook of his shoulder. Bellamy rubbed a small circle over her spine, and he felt her inhale deeply under his biceps. “You’re gonna be okay. We all are,” he whispered back. She loosened her own grip, letting her arms brush down his shoulders and finally grip his forearms. She gazed up at him, stubborn as ever, but softer now. “Can I give you a kiss?” The question made Bellamy flinch despite his best efforts. He formed his mouth to say “what”, but her eyes crinkled and she looked at her feet, realizing what she had said. She stuck her chin out in classic Echo fashion. “Can I give you the kiss of a friend?” Looking a little less worried, he nodded with a curious expression on his face. Her long fingers reached up and cupped his beard, gently tugging his face down a bit. Then she rested a hand on his chest for balance, swooping over to graze a kiss on his left cheek. Bellamy hadn’t noticed before, but she didn’t smell like the soap on the Ring. Somehow, she still smelled like the ground. She smelled familiar. Her face ducked back around as she pressed a light kiss to his right cheek. Even through his beard, he could feel the softness of her lips. Instantly, he felt something he hadn’t in a while. Something in his gut that was empty and tight at the same time. She began ducking away, hand leaving his sternum while his head still hung low between them. Her eyes flickered up to his. Bellamy felt like he was seeing her for the first time. Like he was seeing the real her. She was flawed and in need of forgiveness, but they both were. She was grieving. So was he. He forgot himself for a moment and craned toward her, obviously seeking a different kiss.

She took a step back, bumping the table behind her. She swallowed, seeing him in a new way too. Her mouth opened a little, for once not wanting to make the first move. In one fluid motion, he stepped forward and pressed himself into her mouth. It wasn’t a sloppy kiss or one that moved too much. He had captured her air and was rolling himself in waves onto her. His thighs mashed against hers as he stood between her legs, his pelvis pushing her up onto the table edge. She returned his kiss vigorously, mirroring the passion she showed in battle. She was fearless, biting his lips and digging her fingernails into his biceps (which he quickly grew tired of). He leaned over her, forcing her to bend back and lie down on the table, her feet still planted on the ground.

His hands snaked down her arms to her wrists, pulling her arms above her and pinning them over her head. His heaving chest pressed her small frame flat, and he could feel her grinding into him as he sucked on the flesh covering her heart. They were both so hungry. So starved of attention and care and caressing. Bellamy was experiencing a side of Echo that few people had ever known. A part she hid from view for fear she’d be taken advantage of, physically or emotionally. But he was taking her now. Pushing logic out of her skull and filling it with a need she’d have to admit and justify to herself afterward. She wanted to kiss him. She needed to feel him.

And he needed her back. +++ Years later, they’d set foot on the ground again. They weren’t “together”, but they were together. They didn’t “love” each other, but they loved each other. As Bellamy fell for Clarke all over again, Echo would watch with a jealousy she’d never anticipated. She had known from the start that it would always be Clarke for him. It wasn't like she wanted to spend her life with him. It was the loss of him. He would no longer assure her that she was worth something or that everything would turn out. No more of the gentle care he’d shown her in the sky. But every once in a while, he’d look at her from across the room. He’d beam with a fondness Echo would have scoffed at before Praimfaya. And she’d beam back, as if to say: “I know, I know. It’s going to be okay.”

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ryokiowriter · 7 years ago

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“A Bold Bluff” by Cassius Marcellus Coolidge [x]

“S’ho… What did he do to get you in such a tizzy?”

The look Wilford received in response was surely enough to curdle milk. Pure, unadulterated anger was pouring off of the more monochromatic man, shell cracking to show the most fleeting glimpses of a rage-consumed beast that lay so carefully concealed beneath his gentleman’s façade.

“Just deal the cards.”

There was no measure of grand eloquence, no attempt made to conceal just how he felt at present. Darkiplier was still angry about his latest tangle with Anti, and he wasn’t going to hide it from Warfstache. For all his buffoonery and shenanigans, Warfstache was far sharper than he appeared. Not to mention, Darkiplier couldn’t help but admire the homicidal nature of the other man. Whether it was intentional or not, that was still up in the air, but there was no denying that it was definitely an art.

The TV host couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the sharpness of Dark’s words, simply staring at him for a few moments while his companion contemplated matters, though if Wilford had to put a word to it? He’d choose ‘brooding.’

“Hhh’okay. Whatever floats your boat, then.” With a great flourish, the pink-mustachioed man shuffled the cards, attempting one or two tricks with the deck (which then devolved into a fifty-two card pickup quickly), before dealing out a hand for himself and for Darkiplier. The only thing to break the silence was a cough from Wilford himself, though whether it was genuine or forced was debatable.

“S’ho…”

Another absolutely withering glare, this one carrying a bit more venom than the last.

“Wilford.”

With such admonishment applied to his name, Warfstache couldn’t help but purse his lips a bit. That was less of an address and more of a thinly-veiled subtext of ‘shut the fuck up before I stab you.’ Mind, he did like a bit of a friendly spar-and-tickle-with-a-knife, but something told him that Darkiplier was out for blood and entrails. At this point, he’d rather his innards remain inside rather than splattered across the floor because of a moody shadow-VHS-whatever.

“Ahl’right, ahl’right. What kind of poker are we playin’ this time?” This time, when Darkiplier raised his gaze, his face bore an expression of bewilderment.

“…isn’t that the sort of thing you ask before you deal the cards, Wil?” A shrug from the suspendered man, lips remaining puckered in an expression of annoyance.

“H’you said to deal th’ cards, not how to deal ‘em.”

“…fine. How did you deal them?”

Reaching into his shirt pocket, Warfstache produced a single playing card, presenting it face-towards his friend.

“Follow th’ Queen.”

Of course, the card he picked would have to be the Queen of Hearts. “Are you trying to be clever now?” was the dry question, the roiling rage from before subsiding to the point where he could pick up the cards without simultaneously lashing out at someone who wasn’t there.

“I have no idea h’what you’re insinuating,” was the loudly blustered response. “We all can’t be cheeky li’l devils like you.” Just like that, the playful spark was back upon Wilford’s features, at ease to toy with his murder buddy now that he’d calmed down a bit. The newfangled title earned a snort from Darkiplier, picking up his cards and sorting them carefully.

“Speaking of cheeky devils… H’you still owe me for distracting that little green guy.”

Just like that, Dark’s anger came boiling to the surface, a distorted glitch with outstretched hands and a muffled screech of ire briefly making itself known. Of the two colors that tended to linger around his form, the red was strikingly predominant in that moment. As abruptly as it came, it dissipated, black eyes fixed upon his friend.

“In all the years I’ve known you, I never thought you’d be playing the debt collector,” he murmured, eyes moving instead to his cards. No surprise there, an absolute crap hand. Rolling his eyes, he beckoned over a new card with a flick of his hand, frowning. “However, I’m a man of my word. I did say we’d discuss it over our next game.” A beat passed, before he realized something, narrowing his eyes at Warfstache. “Come to think of it, we never did establish an exact payment, now did we?” A rookie mistake, if ever there was one, especially while dealing with the surprisingly cunning nature of his friend.

While Darkiplier quietly mulled over the implications of what had happened, Wilford seemed completely oblivious, maintaining a poor poker face as he chuckled and grinned at his cards. When the subject of his payment was expanded upon, he looked up, giving his usual showman’s grin. “Now, now. Don’t worry your little head about it, Darkimoo.” His own chuckle was almost enough to drown out the groan of irritation from his companion.

“Please, Wil, not ‘Darkimoo.’ Anything but that bastardization of his nickname.”

Wilford was apparently ignoring Darkiplier now, still shuffling his cards to and fro. Instead of addressing the issue of the nickname, he chose to address instead the elephant in the room. “All I want is a little favor. I did you a favor, you do me a favor. Easy-peasy, lemon—“

“Please don’t finish that damnable rhyme.”

The two men had a stare down, the VHS villain’s expression utterly deadpan and stoic. After a few blinks, Warfstache was the one to break eye contact, eyes cast down and a dejected, surly pout curving his mouth downward.

“…lemon squeeze-me,” he mumbled, a little act of rebellion he knew he could get away with. After all, Darkiplier had stated that he held respect and admiration for him, Wilford Warfstache! His good ol’ pal wouldn’t try anything funny over the end of a childish rhyme.

“Boy, h’you’re really in a bad mood, buddy.” A few poker chips were pushed across the table, their vibrant hue matching his curled mustache. “Wanna talk h’about it?” His query was returned with silence, shadows swirling to produce several grey chips that were pushed to join their blush colored counterparts.

“…no.”

“H’okay.”

A few more rounds passed, each man drawing their own amounts of cards, chips sliding to and fro. The silence was finally broken by the still-brooding Darkiplier, though not before his gaze wandered over to study his friend. Wilford was, at present, running his fingers across the tops of his cards, appearing deep in thought, despite the silly look on his face.“I must admit, I’m intrigued. What’s this favor you want in return?”

“Sh-sh-sh-shh!” Warfstache held a single finger up towards Dark, surprising the monochrome man for a few beats. The showman’s expression was intense, brow slightly furrowed as he looked over his cards once more. Then, with a triumphant exclamation of “AH-HA!” he slammed the cards down, face-up. “I believe I win this round,” he drawled, looking all too smug. As he pulled the multiple stacks of chips towards him, Darkiplier leaned forward, peering at the cards revealed.

“…you have five queens.” Raising an eyebrow at his friend, Dark’s lips pulled into a stern scowl. “I didn’t think you’d cheat this time.”

“I prefer to think of it as a win under creative circumstances,” Wilford corrected, still grinning over his poker chips (which were now being assembled into a strange chip pyramid).

“Hmm. Touché. Now, before we get distracted once more. What is the favor you want from me?”

“It’s simple, really.” As he spoke, the TV host continued to stack his chips into an even bigger pyramid, simply stacking them into a pillar when he ran out of room. “I’ve got a few people to interview soon. Some freaky people trapped in a coma that are doin’ some mirror travel bullshit, an’ then some fuggin’ weird hillbillies h’west of Loathing.” Honestly, Darkiplier wasn’t sure where he was going with this, as to him it sounded rather like Warfstache was rambling.

“I… see. Where do I come into this plan?”

“We-ell, see, it’s a bit of a conundrum. I mean, I’m no horrific shadow creature, so that makes getting into the collective dreams of other people a teensy bit hard.” There was a clatter as Wilford accidentally bumped the chip pyramid with his elbow, a look of stern disappointment flitting over his features before he continued. “Also, there are some rather feisty folks in and around Loathing. I could use a li’l boost to keep going.” Irritation flashed across Darkiplier’s face, mouth pulling into a deep frown and teeth gritting slightly.

“Wil. The point, please?” That statement was enough to make the mustachioed man frown, looking rather like an annoyed adult who’d been interrupted and backsassed by a child.

“H’okay,fine. Lemme borrow your powers.”

Despite the difficulty of the request, Darkiplier’s look of disapproval remained unchanged.

“They are not a toy, nor are they a commodity that I can just loan you. How do you propose I let you ‘borrow’ them?” Warfstache raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly in his seat.

“I let you in. Team up, yanno?”

He then leaned back, watching the implications of his words set in. The shell fragmented slightly, confusion apparent on the monochromatic features, only to be quickly replaced by a smug smirk, all defaulting back to a slightly amused face.

“I can’t help but feel there’s a catch. Simply letting me in sounds more like a favor to me.”

“H’alright, h’alright, you got me. I let you in, but I keep in control.”

That was definitely different. In all his years of manipulation, he’d never been let in and then denied total control. Tapping his fingers against the table, he looked at the mess of poker chips for a moment, before returning his gaze to Warfstache.

“Intriguing. We’ll try it.”

With a smile that was oozing enthusiasm, Wilford reached forward, offering a handshake to seal the deal. As cold fingers wrapped around his and a firm shake delivered, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“H’well, then, it’s settled. I’ll see you next time, Darkimoo.”

With a groan and a swirl of shadows, Darkiplier departed, leaving the showman completely alone in the room. With a satisfied sigh, he turned his head, giving another excited smile and addressing the painting on the wall next to the poker table.

“And I’ll see you next time, on Warfstache!Tonight! Ladies, gentlemen, and all other configurations of being, good night!”

#markiplier #darkiplier #wilford warfstache #we'll call this a standalone #i mean it happens after armistice #idk i'm just having fun with this one #i may make a series of wilford's poker games #do note that i know fuck-all about poker #but follow the queen is a type of poker game #the true bluff is how well i can write a shoddy poker game #and if i nail warfstache's speech patterns #Series: Pokerface

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arejare · 8 years ago

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FINALLY!!!!! I’m so done but proud and happy i’ve managed to do this little piece of thing and i’m able to share it with you all! Welp... while the grammar and spelling mistakes should be eliminated, now you have to deal with my awful accent! XD I know here and there it’s something odd... it’s not a professional thing, but i had fun with it :) Plus... have a liiiittle look out for the next chap in the end ;) And because i know i’m not so good in pronunciation have the full text under the cut:

Toriel and I hobbled through the door of her small apartment. It was one of the smaller dark grey apartment buildings near the entrance to the town. The only hint it was inhabited by the lovely goatmom was a balcony full of the golden flowers, collected from the meadow in the abandoned ruins near my crash in the old cabin. But this I figured out later. Barley through the apartment door, I collapsed and fell to the floor. “Oh dear!” Toriel grabbed me firmly and dragged me to the next soft surface she found. It was her small green couch, covered with dozens of pillows with the same flower pattern. With a ‘Huff’ she sank to my side and her paw grabbed my sweat-covered face. “Can you hear me, my dear?” “Y…yes… “ My mind started to slip away. “Stay awake, please… Don’t fall asleep…. Can you tell me your name? What are those strings? Stay awake, hear me?” “…reja… Arejare… I’m… Arejare and…” It took a moment before her second question arrived my mind and then an icy terror froze my spin. It cost me all my strength to warn her: “DON’T touch them! They’re poisonous! Oh stars…Please… Don’t…” Toriel jerked back by my loud voice. “B… but they… some stuck…” “Stuck‽” I leapt up, “Oh, no…they…no. Please… This can not have happened! They need to get out of me! Oh, all your stars, no… no, no, noo…” Darkness devoured me. A high-flare pain in my right arm and a scream awoke me. “Shh… shh… It’s all right, dear. Calm down, the worst part is over.” “What…?” The burning pain slowly decreased. A warm and furry palm stroked my cheek trying to calm me down. I sighed and squinted my eyes as a fresh blaze panged in my head. Oh… and my headache was still here. Hello again… The entire way from the shack to Toriel, a dull and pricking pain pulsed through my head and left only sticky cotton candy-like memories until I awoke again. I couldn’t remember if or how much we talked, I sighed anew. “We must cut out some strings.” The goatmonster broke my chain of thoughts, “Some were stuck in your veins and they have begun to melt with you together as well… We couldn’t stop it. This was the last one, I think… Isn’t it?” The question was directed in a wary tone to a rangy figure with a cracked white head. Gaster? I rubbed my aching forehead. How strange… “Careful, my dear!” She caught my hand and kept it in her soft, warm paws. “Hm?” I looked back to the goatmonster and to the still silent, dark and maybe former royal scientist behind her. Deep-red blood splatter spoilt the white of his button-down shirt. The unholy red of my own blood shone on the rolled up sleeves and the bones of his forearms. He was cleaning some strange looking instruments without a response to Toriel’s question. She looked back at me. “They were everywhere.” Everywhere? I looked down myself, lying on a grey tarpaulin with some blood soaked towels and a blanket over my body where bloody spots bloom like macabre flowers… Everywhere… I flushed… and felt dizzy. With a little moan, I let my head fall back. Blood… So much blood… As if he could read my mind, Gaster finally spoke. His voice a distance, sonorous tone: “You have lost a lot of blood. I’ve done my best to cut only what was necessary, but I’m afraid there are some more left. One I couldn’t cut or drag out. It’s on the left side of your head but you won’t see it if you cover it with your hair. It is possible that there are ore in deeper spots that I can’t extract. I really hope, they are not in your veins…” “Not… Wait…‽” I hesitated, “Why I can understand you‽” The tall monster looked back astonished, tilted his head to left. “Why you should not?” I bit my lower lip but regretted it immediately as I broke the skin and could feel a little, sharp stitch. I could taste my own blood. Great… More bleeding. “I don’t know… It was a feeling…” I tried to save what could be saved. Brilliant question, AJ, really. I wasn’t somewhere. I was in an unknown AU and had to be careful what I said. I had to keep my thoughts together. His suspicious glares persisted for an awkward moment that seems to go on forever. Finally he shrugged and put the last of the sharp looking instruments in a shabby old leather bag beside him. Then he concentrated on cleaning his hands with a towel, that a second floating pair held ready. “Did you touch the strings?” I asked them both. No matter how I was feeling I needed to know that they were okay. “Maybe I. I’m not sure… I could have when I have carried you?” Toriel replied with a worried look. “But I don’t feel anything different?” “Shit…” I mumbled, with a sigh, but I immediately get a serious look from Toriel. “Language, child.” “Sorry… Erm…” “You said the strings were poisonous? What do they do exactly?” Gaster interrupted me with an expression that could barely hide his curiosity. He had finished his cleaning and now his full attention was on me. “Well… It’s a little bit difficult. They affect magic. So… I… “ I shook my head “It’s easier if you try to do some magic, but Toriel… Be careful, if you do so.” I stumbled over her name and sent a short prayer upwards with a hope that none of them noticed my second multiverse-traveler mistake in a row. Holy skies, I must be in really bad condition. “Hmm…” Thoughtfully she looked at her paws and, with an undulating billow in the air, she summoned two flickering flames. Almost immediately they pixled and glitched into a negative version of themselves. Their the bright color went black as warm reds transformed into a cold blue with only faint hints of red and yellow within them. They looked like Error himself. Toriel yelped in surprise and again in pain as the little flames flared up. She tried to extinguish them by clapping her paws together but one sprouted legs, hopped down from her palm and ran around, until Gaster stomped it into the ground. “Wh… What in all heaven stars name was that‽” Gaster yelled with an angry look at me. There was a deep blue glow in his eyes as he hissed: “Did you know what would happen?” “NO! I didn’t know what would happen. I… I’ve only seen it happen once before how a monster got infected by the strings… But she had an other kind of magic…” I stopped and pieced together the puzzle, “The magic… reverses itself and turns against its owner, I guess…” The conclusion would fit with Error’s goals also. I trembled. What if I was a living virus now? There were still strings inside me… “How can we heal it, human?” Gaster frowned at me, and cleared his throat. “Uh… I mean…” “You’re right, I’m a human… And as far as I know it will only least for a couple of hours. But until then, using magic wouldn’t be a good idea.” “How… did you get them?” Toriel whispered. She lifted her eyes and gazed to me. “How could a … young human get into so much troubles?” I clinched my jaw. I’d known this question would be coming but I had hoped I would have more time… and fewer headaches. In a mindless gesture I pressed the ball of my left hand to my temple and whimpered. A zigzag cut crossed my palm in a burning but harmless way while my head flared up in bright caustic pain. After a few seconds it gradually pulsed into a deep, dull ache with a burning string pricking against my left eyeball from the inside of my head. My eye started to water. When Toriel saw the tears she awoke from her starring and stroked them from my cheek.“Don’t worry. You don’t need to speak about, if you don’t want to. I’m not angry with you, my dear.” Gaster coughed slightly and gave me a look that told me he wouldn’t let me off the hook so easily. I knew he would continue with the questioning when he got the chance to catch me alone. “So what should we do now? You can’t go outside in your condition. And you must rest a bit more. At least, until you get some new clothes. And you will need some food,” Toriel spoke more to herself than to us.“If you don’t need me anymore I …” But before Gaster had a chance to escape Toriel turned around and cut him off: “Of course I need your help, Wingdings! She can’t go outside as long as she looks human. We need something to disguise her. You know what happened to the last human…” She mumbled the last sentence and turned her face away but I could herd her; loud she said: “Bring me your make-up and something she would fit… And call Sans. We need someone who can slip out of a dangerous situation and take her with him.” I blinked in surprise. She sounded so bossy. But then I remembered I was in a kind of a mobster AU and of course Toriel, as an ex of Asgore, strong in her won right, was a Boss in all possible kinds. Gaster bowed his head. His face bare of expressions. Then he took his bag and left the room with a silent click of the door revealed his leaving. “Well, my dear… I think I will bring you something to eat… Stay here until I’m back. And if you feel better you can take a shower. With a little luck Wingdings will be back shortly so and we can start to prepare your disguise.” She smiled at me and stroked over my hair again. “Thank you. But why are you so nice to me? I’m a stranger… A human…” “You need help… And you… I think it’s reason enough for me to help.” “But you wouldn’t have had to do it… And now, you got infected with Err…. the strings and it’s my fault. I’m sorry.” “Don’t worry, my dear. It was my decision to help and I’m stronger than I look like,” added she with a smile. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll bring you something to eat.” With a quiet groan she got up and left the room. I took the opportunity and looked around. I laid on a green and golden yellow carpet, right in front of the green couch where I collapsed earlier. There was a blood soaked pile of red and black at my feet that I recognized as my clothes. My body was still bleeding from a countless number of cuts, red and blue from internal bruising. Looking over the damage, I assumed the bloody mess of cloth hat was my clothes was nothing more than scraps. Almost every inch of the walls are hidden by bookshelves of various heights and widths. This familiar look let me smile. I’ve loved books my entire life and can’t imagine a world without it. However, the title of the books ranged from human fairytales and novels to guidebooks of how to take care of snail colonies, to cooking books. The room was barren of other furniture, beside a little sideboard with a lamp on top. I wonder why are monster households so empty. Did it depend on how much they earned or did they just need more space? Toriel wasn’t a small creature, that for sure. I shrugged at my own thoughts and then hissed immediately. My body felt like one big wound and the throbbing pulse in my head made it difficult to think up to the next thing I would do. While I was idling with my thoughts, Toriel had created a whole tray of deliciously looking food and a pot of sweet smelling tea. She knelt down by my side put the tray with food beside and helped me to sit up. I flinched. It felt like being pierced by a thousand needles. I couldn’t hide my facial expression from Toriel. She hummed in a soft tone to calm me down. I looked back thankfully and eyed the food she brought. I was curious. How would monster food affect me? Would it heal me or was it more like normal human food? There was only one way to figure it out. I reached for the half filled cup of tea. “Be careful, my dear. It is still hot.” She smiled and I wonder how often she got the chance to take care of someone. She looked so happy right now. “Thank you,” I whispered and smiled back. It felt impossible not to be grateful and feel safe when she was around you. Despite her warning, the tea was cold enough to drink. The scent and sweet taste reminded me of the scene of sweet violets. I inhaled deeply and sighed in delight. The warm steam of tea was enough to let me felt better. “What flavor is this tea? I don’t recognize it.” I added when Toriel look confused. “It’s a golden flower tea,” she explained “They are really common here.” “It smells wonderful… And a little bit like forgotten memories…” She frowned. “Oh, sorry. Did I say something wrong?” “No, no, my dear. It’s… a really accurate description for the scent, I think,” she mumbled. I flinched. Oh good god, how could I be so rude? I already knew what happened in her past and still I messed up with such a stupid comment! At least, now I know that in this AU almost the same had happen. Poor Toriel. I wondered which role Asgore would play here… “I’m really sorry if I said something unpleasant… maybe a bad memory?” I couldn’t stop myself, damn. What was wrong with me? “You should eat something, Arejare. You need it. Wingdings and Sans will be here soon, as well.” “You’re right. Sorry, again.” I sipped the now cold tea and relaxed a bit more. Now the food. I grabbed after a piece of sliced bread with some sort of marmalade on it, that spread a sweet smell of fruits. It turned out it was a raspberry jam. After the first bit, I realized how hungry I was. I ate so quickly I barely registered the delicious meal and hurried to fill my starving self as fast as I could. Toriel smiled at me. Slowly but unstoppable, I felt better. I could felt how I my wounds closed. I sighed in relief. Nice. So monster food would heal me. As the last scarp of food vanished, a gentle knocking from the door disrupted the quite peace. Toriel pushed herself upright and went to the door but didn’t open it. Another, more specifically knocking sound: Exact two knocks. I chuckled and so did Toriel. “Who’s there?” She asked with barley held back laughter. A voice, muffled through the door, said: “adore.” “Adore who?” Toriel asked again. “adore is between us. open up!” The goatmonster and I laughed loudly as she opened the door. I lain at an inconvenient angle and couldn’t see anything, but I could hear her ask in Sans and Gaster. In a small snickering voices, she and Sans exchanged other puns, until Gaster had enough and interrupted them both with a harsh “There’s not time for that!” “aww, Dings. if not now, then when? take it easy. it couldn’t be as bad as…” I’ll never supposed to know how bad it could be because Sans stopped immediately as he saw me. The small skeleton shut up and froze where he stood. “Aw, it couldn’t be SO bad. I feel almost better!” I pouted. “if that’s better than before, you where supposed to be dead, kid.” “Are you kiddin’ me?” I tried to relax the still frozen skeleton who continued to block the way into the living room. It doesn’t work. I clenched the hem of the blanket. Toriel gingerly pushed him into the room. He slid to my side to get a closer look of my battered body. The little pinpricks in his dark eye sockets scanned from here to there until they stopped and squinted for a closer inspection of my head. He reached for something above my left eye but stopped before he could touched it. “should they be there?” He asked in a wary tone. I sighed. “No. But it couldn’t be changed anymore.” Only now did he dare to look me in the eyes. His eyelights shrinking to distant glooming pinpricks, like fireflies in the dark night of his eye sockets. Fireflies in a gloom of light cyan blue gloom. The sound of shuffling feet snapped us out of our paralysis. “what happened to ya?” “I fell…” I thought a moment about my words and add: “Literally.” His grin became more skeptical as his probed further. “is that so?” I nodded, trying to keep my expressions neutral. “ya looked like someone who’d had a brush with the death just hours ago, but ya don’t get that way just from falling…” He raised his left brow bone “so tell me, what happened f o r r e a l n o w.” The deep black of his eye sockets and combined with the drop in his voice sent a burning flash of fear down my spine. Holy crap! That voice… if you hear it for the first time you wonder how could anybody resist to urge to run away or hit their final reset. “Sans, that is enough.” Toriel was my savior again. “Don’t push her. She will talk when she is ready. Have you guys brought the make-up?” Sans glared at me for a moment longer than he turned around, his static grin became friendly like before. “sure. Paps sent ya a dish of his latest spaghetti. wanna try a bite while we ‘finish’ her?” “I dare you!” She frowned. “Why are you so untrusting?” “why ya not?” He asked angrily. But then he sighed. “bo… Toriel. why do ya do this? ya don’t even know her… and she’s a human.” With the last sentence Sans glanced at me. His voice grim and deep. I felt awkward. Not only because Sans played his creepy card, but also I felt gross. I needed to take a shower and use the bathroom. Meh… That’s stuff you wouldn’t see shown on TV and merely read in a book, but this was real. And though monster food became energy without needing to pass your system, I had a real human breakfast (or whenever I fell down. Boy… Was it really just this morning that I have had breakfast? It’s felt like weeks…) I wasn’t even sure (but I supposed she wouldn’t) if Toriel had something like a toilette in her bathroom… Oh stars… The longer I thought about it, the more pressing became my need of a bathroom… I hadn’t even been listening to the rest of the conversation around me and suddenly I blurt out loud: “I need to shower, right now! I mean… When I get made-up it shouldn’t be on dirty ground, right? Toriel…? Please…?” “Oh, of course, my dear!” She jumped up: “Come on. I will help you up.” With fast, practiced handhold, Toriel quickly raised me up while I took care to hold the blanket wrapped around me. As I passed by, Gaster starred at me like a dangerous but fragile experiment. When I catch his eyes following me, he hissed with a light blush of dark blue on his cheekbones: “What? It’s not like I haven’t seen you n… undressed before?” Now it was my turn to blush. I didn’t want to be fthe first wo look away, but Toriel, carefully, yet forcefully, led me out of the room. We went through the short hallway, passing a closed door until we finally stepped in front of one door with a silly little chibi-goat face on it. It had a big, goofy smile on its face. I glanced away to the left, and noticed the corridor opened to the kitchen. That could be useful for later. “Do you want me to stay and help you, my dear?” She was trying not to look worried. “Thank you, but I think I can stand by myself. But should be anything wrong I’m sure you wouldn’t be far away,” I said, smiling. She nodded, opened the door for me and flipped the light switch. I sent her another smile and went with slow steps inside. Closing the door behind me I took a deep breath and looked around. The bathroom was empty as I expected. But, thank you all stars, it has a toilette! It rested beside a huge and still comfy looking bathtub with lion feet. I sighed in relief and took my shaky legs to the so eagerly anticipated seat. After I satisfied my needs, I slowly made my way to the slim mirror, hidden between the door and a shelf with typical bath equipment. A small peek at the articles let me chuckle anyway: “MTT delightful honeycomb shampoo for extra fluff”. The little distraction couldn’t last longer as I finally stood in front of the mirror. With an anxiety writhing in my chest, I unfolded the blanket – and winched. I knew I got wrecked, but not that I looked like thrown through a shattered house of mirrors… I felt dizzy again and had to remind myself to breath. I hadn’t noticed I’d stopped. Carefully I traced with my fingertips over my bloody crusted cuts and deep purple bruises. I could feel the difference between a cut caused by my fall or one caused by one of Errors strings. The latter cut deeper than the others and were cold and damp to the touch. The deepest ones had odd blue-purple veining, that branched out like I had survived a lightning strike. The same odd marks crossed the left side of my head and ended at my temple. With the beat of my heart the veins pulsed in a soft glow of teal. I shivered. It was that same beat that sent little picking needles through my head. And there was… something else… But I couldn’t put a finger on it. I looked at myself and frowned. Maybe I would it figure it out when my headache got better. Then I saw my empty ears. Where were my earrings? They were fragile and very old so maybe they broke and I… lost them? Oh stars, no…! Damn… I looked away and sighed, dumped the pain deep inside me. They were everything that was left from my family… But… I took a deep, calming breath. I had to focus… Once, I’d gotten familiar with my busted body, I noticed that I had gotten a new haircut as well and groaned. Yes, I was being a little bit vain about the length of my hair and so I wasn’t pleased to saw my precious long, dark hair was slashed into a kind of undercut on my left side. Surely the pulsing string was the culprit. Thankfully my hair had been in a high knot when Error hit me and so there wasn’t any damage to the top layer. I sighed again and took a short look at my backside, which – surprise, surprise – was also cut in pieces and covered with bruised marks, that were becoming darker by the minute watching them… I hummed in exhaustion. But I couldn’t let myself linger on it. One step at a time. First, taking a shower; then getting out of this AU; and THEN kicking Error’s ass so hard that he flew through time and space. A n d w h e n I’ m d o n e w i t h h i m even Gaster will look more complete than him. But first: Showering… I stepped inside the cabin. Speaking of Error… What – and especially how much – should I tell Gaster and Sans? Because, they WILL ask. I sighed again – I’ve been doing that a lot, in the end, this might become a bad habit. Nevertheless I would have to consider answers, which I could give them… When I got out of the shower, I saw a bunch of neatly folded clothes on the rack, near the sink. Toriel must have left them while I was showering. Curious I rummaged through the clothes and picked a large white button-down shirt, a loose-fitting suit pants (they where to large but fitted in the wide), a boxers, a few suspender and a long, worn-out and anthracite coat. I would need a bra too but there was no one either. I sighed (Oh, yes, this is definitely becoming a bad habit!) and took another look through the clothes to see if anything could help me out. Finally I found a simple grey t-shirt that would normally be too tight, but it would work as a temporally bra-surrogate. I also found a dark green tie at the bottom of the pile and I decided to give it a try. I lost some time trying to tie the tie until I made a halfway decent knot. With a laissez faire look, I gave myself a mischievous smirk in the mirror - and giggled. It was a good feeling. The clothes helped me feel a bit better, more like myself again. I took a deep breath and headed out of the bathroom. When I reached the living room, I saw Toriel and Gaster sitting on the couch while Sans sat with crossed legs in front of them. They hadn’t noticed me yet and chatted in such a light and relaxed way that I felt like the intruder that I am. I cleared my throat so they wouldn’t think I had been trying to eavesdrop them. Immediately the mood changed. It made me nervous, but no one prepared to attack me. Okay, Toriel and Gaster weren’t, but Sans’ glare was a little harder to read. It waved somewhere between suspicion and curiosity. Not that Gaster greeted me as a friend but anyway he was polite enough to hide his feelings behind a neutral face. Strange enough that it was Gaster and not Sans who was hiding… Maybe it was caused by this kind of AU. “Arejare, dear. You look much better! I’m sorry we couldn’t offer you some better clothes, but I hope, they will do for now.” “Of course! Thank you, Toriel… and… you both.” I avoided to naming them, unsure how I should call them. Gaster or Wingdings? Sans was Sans, but… They were both so suspicious and wary. Besides they tried to remain aloof, but I didn’t buy it. And I was sure they knew it. The show was for Toriel. I sighed inwardly, smiled, and kneeled at Toriel’s side. Still each move hurt a little bit. I wouldn’t allow the pain to keep controlling me. Nevertheless, it wasn’t a real safe place at all like Toriel had tried to imply. A skeletal hand appeared in front of me. I looked surprised at Sans, who offered me his hand. His gaze hidden by half-lidded eye sockets, which let him look way more relaxed than he surely was. Slowly, I took his hand and we shook them. “Sans. Sans the skeleton. pleasure to meetcha. Taken by surprise I replied: “Hi, Sans the skeleton, I’m Arejare the human. Pleasure’s all mine…” Somewhere deep in my fandom-contaminated mind, I pulled out the next lines, “Tibia honest, first, I thought you would try to pick a bone with me. It rattled me down to the bones. It was a skele-ton of work to compose myself again and it would be marrow of me to think of you this way, I don’t think you would have the heart to do this. And I won’t tell you any fibulas, when I say I wouldn’t have the guts either. But I’m afraid the puns are ulna used up. So I’m really hippy if you would find this a little humerus. And after all of this I hope it made Sans to you.” When I finally closed Sans busted into laughter, joined by Toriel. When I had started, he had looked confused, but with each pun, his grin became wider and wider. “Oh my stars, I’m so DONE with you both, right now!” Gaster cringed at our relieved laughter. Well… This Gaster wasn’t on the pun-train or I went to far for him. “i think it’s hilarious. i’m in,” Sans smirked at Gaster who shot him a glare that clearly screamed ‘You betrayed me!’ But Sans doesn’t care and shrugged. He turned back to me and said: “i liked the last one,” and winked. Gaster crossed his arms. His flying hands clenched in fists, as he glared and grumbled in my direction. Once Toriel could catch her breath, she smiled at me with pride. I felt as if I had passed a secret test, and I couldn’t resist one last pun to Gaster, “Oh, please, don’t give me that sternum look. They’re real rib tickler!” Sans giggled again. “okay, kiddo. i think we can work together. anyone who can appreciate a good pun deserves a chance.” “So… Tell me, human. Why are you here and what is your plan?” Gaster watched me with his wary glare again. He didn’t trust me. I couldn’t blame him, an odd human with even more odd poisonous-strings all over their body, which affect monster magic appears at a place, which is normally human-free. I was dangerous in his eyes – and he wasn’t wrong in the end. But not in that way the might thought about me. I would never kill a monster on purpose. Even to hurt a monster was far away from my intention – except for Error. Maybe in self-defense I would hurt, but never… never kill. So what will I to do now? “I… have to hide myself… and to wait for someone. We… got separated and I don’t know if she even presumed where I could be and I have no chance to inform her… “ I lifted my eyes and face up to Gaster and Sans “The strings shouldn’t rest in me or melt with me eighter. They should disappear or go back to their owner. He attacked me with them. Tossed me away from my friend… She couldn’t do anything. It happened so damn fast…” I sighed deeply… Toriel patted my shoulder. “Don’t worry, my dear. We will find your friend and you can meet her again. What’s her name?” I considered for a moment. I was sure, they would help, but still… “Writer Universes. She’s a fire monster with magenta and cyan color. She’s wearing a monocle on the left, a long red scarf with a bow in her back and has and golden upside-down heart-necklace…” “fire monster, hm? well, maybe I know someone who could know her…” I bite my inner lips not to blubber again. Surely Sans talked about Grillby… But he can’t know where Writer was, nobody could know. I hoped she was well... Damn, Error! When I get his fucking ass, he… “We should prepare her now. It’s not much time left and maybe somebody has seen how Toriel and the human went in. “ “alright. knock yourself down, bro.” With these words, Sans crossed his arms behind his head and closed his eyes, while he leaned against the couch. “No way, Sans! You’ll be instructed to help!” “Dings, three monster for one face? Isn’t that a bit too much? less is more, bro,” he winked. Gaster growled. “I’ve operated her already. Now it’s your turn to do something.” “i’m here just the jump out, remember?” He blinked to Gaster with one open eye. But the taller skeleton retorted with a grim glare until Sans unfold himself with a sigh and turned to me. “okay, sweetie, let’s revamp ya...” I blinked. Did he just call me…?

#De Profundis #own story reading #BadTime-Tale #BT-Tale #AJ #AreJare #bt!sans #bt!gaster

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Sniper Ghost Warrior 3 Review

I will start this review off by saying that I have never played a Sniper Ghost Warrior game in my life, never picked one up, never played a demo, never smelled one, and certainly never held one. Never the less I picked up Ghost Warrior 3 because I was wanting a more Modern shooter. Battlefield has moved onto World War 1, Call of duty is still on the Future binge until November when their World War 2 game comes out, and we all now how Homefront: the revolution ended up. Sniper Ghost Warrior scopes in the Modern era FPS but it also misses the target some times.

So what is Sniper Ghost Warrior? It is a First person Modern era shooter that relies heavily on sniping with an open world being brought in for the third installment. The story of this game is that your brother is taken by a militant group and not heard from for some time. You are sent into the world of Georgia (not the state) to dismantle a military dictatorship but you are keeping your ear open for any news about your brother. The prologue to the game is quite bad and it was almost bad enough to make me want to quit and sell the game but I stuck with it and the game has gotten progressively better. Story aside, the games sniping mechanics are great including detailed scope management like changing zoom and range actually being animated instead of it just happening like in a lot of games. There is a bullet cam feature in the game but I decided to turn it off because it’s more annoying than anything. Unlike in Sniper Elite 4 there is no X-ray kills just the bullet hitting the enemy and a blood splatter appearing; on top of that the sound of a normal sniper rifle going off even when using a silencer is off putting. Another nice thing about the game (talking about silencers) is the fact that you can have a silencer on every gun so you don’t have to mask the sound of your rifle and can be more stealthy than any sniper elite game.

Sniper Ghost Warrior 3 doesn’t look bad, the graphics are pretty good but rough around the edges. The animation box around things like explosions is visible and your field of view is not as far as I would think it would be for a sniping game. With this comes the problem of enemies disappearing when you get to far away so if you are trying to get a long shot sometimes the enemies will literally just not be there when you turn around. Other than that there’s not much else to complain about with graphics, I was surprised that main characters look well done along with enemies in the game as well.

The open world (which I think was unneeded) is comprised of 3 different areas with 3 completely different terrains. The Mining Village is a lot of hills and mountains with cave systems and military bases. The Village is higher up with snow and scattered villages; it’s also very flat which makes it ideal to be up high for sniping. The third area is a Dam so that’s pretty self explanatory. I do think that the open world wasn’t necessary for this game but it does have it’s perks like enemy encounters, wildlife, and nice terrains. Collectibles, new guns, and plenty of savaging locations dot the landscapes as well. All in all, not too shabby.

The AI in the game is actually pretty well done and they actually have peripherals meaning they can start noticing you in the corner of their view which is rare for games these days (just look at shadow of Mordor). Not only do they have good eye sight but they have a pretty well done way about them in general. If you kill an enemy soldier around other soldiers they will shoot in the direction that the bullet came from even if they haven’t spotted you giving you time to slip out of there without being automatically seen. When you are spotted and still using silenced weapons enemies will come to you last known position or fire mortars in the area to flush you out. The AI in the game is well done for the most part and I feel that that adds a lot to the game.

Like I said before the Weapons are modern era weapons meaning you have a multitude of sniper rifles, side arms, and pistols that are either around now or not so far fetched that they are unbelievable. Guns can be found while exploring or they are given to you at the end of main missions. All the snipers have different scopes that can be equipped along with special ammo that can be bought or crafted. Luring bullets, spotting bullets, and AP bullets are the main ones I use for various reasons. Your side arm can be either an assault rifle or a shotgun which also have unique ammunition and attachments. Pistols are the most basic of the guns you can customize but are very effective when in close range combat. One thing that I at first didn’t get but gradually came around to was the fact that you can’t hip-fire your sniper rifle, you can only do scoped in kills. I think this is a good idea and actually commend them for putting that in the game. Other things you can buy\craft in the game is your equipment like grenades, traps, and silencer fixing kits. The silencer on your guns will eventually break so it’s good to have a full set of fixing kits on you at all times. Grenades, smoke grenades, bouncing betty’s, warning becons, ect are all throwable items that can take out multiple enemies or tell you when an enemy is near.

Melee in the game is reserved for only close combat and can only be used when directly by an enemy. Even though you can buy new knives they all work the same, stab and kill. You can also interrogate higher ranking officers for information about the surrounding area which comes in handy when looking for crafting items. You can also equip light, medium, or heavy armor which is earned by going through the campaign. Finally you can craft your medical supplies as well like adrenaline shots, pills, and medical kits.

The last major gadget that you have is your drone; a small mechanical baseball with helicopter blades that can spot enemies. It can be outfitted with a bunch of different earned upgrades like night vision, a hacking module, longer battery life, ect. Your drone can go pretty far out before loosing connection and even the default battery lasts long enough for any recon. It is essential to use before going into any area and works very well.

Now there are a few glitches that have been happening to me through out my time playing the biggest of those is this glitch were your car magically floats in the air when you get into it, you can’t drive anywhere and your only option is to jump out and die. Doing so will glitch out your car completely and it will not re spawn until you re-load the game. Also, the game has been freezing every so often and I’m not sure if it’s the game or if it’s my PS4. The only thing that really sucks about restarting the game is the fact that the game takes a while to load in the areas. I suggest turning on your favorite Youtuber and sitting back while the game takes it’s time loading, no joke. The nice thing is that once it does load everything else is a lot faster. Fast traveling takes seconds once you unlock the locations. Other than that, there really hasn’t been anything else screwing with me.

If you buy the game now you will get the season pass edition default which includes a whole bunch of extra DLC day one for the same price as a regular game. It’s a good offer and I suggest you take advantage of this instead of buying the game used down the road. With the season pass will come new missions and multiplayer which i’m not too stoked for but it’s free so what ever.

All in all I have been enjoying my time with Sniper Ghost Warrior 3 and I hope that they fix the issues with the glitches in the game. The sniping is a lot more intuitive than a sniper elite game even if the bullet cam is laughable. The open worlds are nice and filled with things to do and things to find. The AI is responsive and doesn’t seem to be ‘stupid’ like a lot of these kinds of games. There is a good selection of weapons and equipment to use with great basic customization. The drone is a good part of the game and helps out a lot with recon or solving basic puzzles. Even though the prologue was a bit crappy the rest of the game has been interesting and fulfilling.

I gave Sniper Ghost Warrior 3 a 7\10

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