#and because of this his current dimension is unstable (resulting into time loops)

[sleep-nurse]

here's these fuckers that i will FINALLY post <- trying to not remember all those asks i just had

these people are from the Smile Corporation which is a rival team in the mindscape lore (basically being enemies with the mindscape team which is composed by fenantrene and the fallen gods and their workers), also where partytime willow belongs

mr. glee (left) is the founder of the corporation. he's an offputting man with weird views, promoting happiness to everyone - oftentimes by forcing it with substances - so people can work better

dr. welcome (right) is the co-founder, head of security and a really mediocre doctor of the corporation. the medicines he prescribes often contain these same substances that make a person feel happier and more stimulated, even if he doesn't state that. these substances are forced upon the corporation's workers except for himself

[artnerd1123]

DTRH story background 

because idk how else to kick things off so have this for starters

hokay so this is a really long bulleted list because. i have no idea how to better format this. anyway. here’s the setup for the world/story we’re dealing with!

important to note: “dock troupe” refers to blake, jake, and dusky. 

Script takes place in a claymation studio 

Built downwards towards clay deposit (and thus progress means going deeper) and passes under a river

Based off a real studio that went bankrupt and has been closed down for decades

ARCHIE is lonely and lacking purpose in life- it was his studio and most of his friends have off and made lives for themselves. He is old and writes stories for a local magazine/newspaper, but it doesn’t give him much solace

ARCHIE is left wishing for company and the old days, idolizing past friendships/etc

Falls to sculpting in his workshop, creates life sized versions of TAPPY, CHELL, and AXEL via clay and doll pieces

Brings them to life via sigil/demon magic

Uses old model sheets and scripts to assist in this

All is well for a little while, as they bring him joy and bring liveliness into his house and life again

Unfortunately, characters are unstable in real life, clay figures not sufficient to house a soul that doesn’t actually exist for an indefinite amount of time in an environment not made for them

TAPPY, CHELL, and AXEL begin to break down

ARCHIE uses sigil/demon magic to convert workshop into a “pocket dimension” to house them

Ritual gives him a blank “script” with which to furnish their world and let them frolic

TAPPY, CHELL, and AXEL do not display any will of their own due to the script being “blank,” only react once ARCHIE inputs story situations for them to explore

Special pen is the only thing able to write on the script

Pen later revealed to have power to integrate more things/people/etc into the script

ARCHIE worries about the characters to continue exploring a “finished” storyline situation when he isn’t nearby, afraid they will be hurt or get into a situation he will have trouble getting them out of when he comes back to the script

Writes in a “loop” function to have the story restart once an ending title card is reached and observed 

Due to a desire for someone to “care” for the characters in their pocket dimension, ARCHIE inputs a version of HENDRIX into the script

Using a sigil magic ritual with an old scrap of HENDRIX’s handwriting, clay, and his newfound magic pen, ARCHIE is able to trace the handwriting on the script paper and input a “copy” of a younger HENDRIX into the script

More “copies” of friends and employees are added to make the world feel less lonely

Script is essentially little skits and humorous sketches of old studio life with a twist- the toons are alive and walking around instead of just posable models

After the hospitalization of his old friend HENDRIX, ARCHIE begins to rely more heavily on the script for solace

ARCHIE becomes frustrated as HENDRIX’s condition worsens, takes this out on the script- the world becomes more dangerous, more goes wrong for the characters living in it

Eventually ARCHIE turns the pen on the characters themselves- they are rewritten to fit roles in the new versions of the script

Corruption and constant remodeling leaves the characters very bad off- results in appearance of SLIPS and GROGS and everyone going off model

HENDRIX reduced to a GROG, fits protagonist role, little to no characterization, plays out role and nothing else

HENDRIX dies often due to horror story nature of script as ARCHIE works out the snags/tries to improve the story

Every time a character dies, they are removed from current script and need to be retrieved from under all previous layers of rewritten ink

Molding a new character to fit a role doesn’t work

Character must be “remolded” as they’re pulled back to the surface/current script so they keep their role

However, returning to base form gives the character a chance to see pieces of their old life- they are essentially getting access to more “anchors,” which results in exposing the corrupted model to its “on model” self

HENDRIX gets his anchor broken, causing him to panic and lash out for another one. Since he’s the protagonist, he dies a lot, and got the opportunity to reach out and find another anchor way more easily than anyone else

HENDRIX regains sentience and is no longer able to be “remodeled” to fit his role- he is “on model” and now well aware of the horrors around him

HENDRIX follows the story script because ARCHIE can still shape his situations, driving him forward

Every time HENDRIX reaches the end of the story he is herded into viewing the end title card, and is warped back to the beginning because of the “loop” function

HENDRIX becomes determined to find a way to fix his friends, break the “loop” function, and return the world to its previous peaceful ways- in that order

Story follows HENDRIX through script loops

[poppyknitt]

Healing with Time

(A JSE Egos fanfic)

*Please note that because the last two fics sorta forced me to skip Jackie’s part ahead by 14-15 days, his story will be on hold until everyone else’s half of this tale has caught up to his. Though, I think by then, it’ll be Anti’s birthday, or at least, the week of/before it, so that’ll make the setup for the fic i have planned for that very fun to do

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[Previous Fics, in chronological order, rather than the order of when they were made:

1, 2, 3, 4(takes place on the night of the 15th(of September) though), 5, 6]

[September 17th]

Marvin laid lazily on the blue hammock in his room, looking up at the ceiling, which was made to look like the Aurora Borealis- The Northern Lights- that tended to appear around the Artic Circle. His room was decorated fairly well, though, it had a surprising lack of shelves, as he could just bound a levitation spell to the objects he intended to place on shelves, set them exactly where he wanted them to be, and leave them there. His face and stature depicted him as an empty, lifeless shell, but his eyes betrayed that front, as they faintly glittered with a mix of grief, depression, confusion, and a little bit of anger. His mind raced over the same thoughts again and again, as he continued to try and come to an understanding of the recent events, such as Darkiplier somehow managing to free himself, via Seán’s computer, Anti ambushing Jackie, and to top it all off, the whole mess of things that had resulted directly from Seán’s coma. He didn’t want to visit Jackie. The memory of yesterday, and of the sight of his once strong, warrior friend being so visibly broken and mutilated still scarred freshly through his mind. He remembered Jackie’s eyes had been glowing a faint green color, which had told him that Jackie had been using the magic he’d taught him to keep himself alive until help arrived.

He could vividly remember dread starting to sink in as the light started fading from Jackie’s eyes, the blind panic of trying to heal him, and the faint sense of hope that rose up when the sound of an ambulance’s sirens could be heard. In fact, as soon as they heard it, Chase ran out of their hiding place to try and see if it was coming their way. Chase had gone with Jackie to the hospital, but Marvin just went straight home, knowing that the others were probably woken up when Chase ran up the stairs and practically punched a dent into Marvin’s door, and they would wanna know what the hell happened. When Marvin came home, his hands all bloody, and his eyes full of panic, Henrik dropped everything he was doing, and immediately rushed off to the hospital, knowing exactly what was happening, as he had probably just woken up when this all started. JJ practically magnetized himself to Marvin, obviously terrified because of the panicking and yelling. When the two remaining egos heard the news, they showed a mixture of fear and shock. Jameson grabbed Robbie, and tried to convince Marvin to come with them to make sure that Jackie was going to be okay, but Marvin didn’t want to, so he stayed behind. Besides, Seán had another therapy session with Henrik today, since the doctor ego was really the only doctor Seán trusted right now, and recently, since Marvin had also been attempting to teach him how to utilize magic before he slipped into a coma, Henrik had asked Marvin to try and see if attempting to reteach Seán the spells he’d been taught before could help him restore his memories. Thankfully, Seán had been quite excited about this idea, apparently, so he was probably not going to need to worry about him just straight up refusing to try this.

Marvin sighed, and sat up. His gaze drifted around his now dimly lit room, as though he was searching it for reassurance- reassurance that this was all just some sick dream, and the past two years were just made up by his mind. The room often reflected the his health, as most of the items in here had some sort of magical enchantment by now, since the other older egos had made it very clear from day one that if he was going to practice his magical spells, he was going to have to practice it on his own things. That was part of the reason he liked JJ, Robbie, and Seán, back in those simpler, early days, as none of them really minded his magic, and, on some occasions, were even excited by the fact that he had learned or mastered a new spell. He recalled the first time he’d ever managed to get one of his illusions perfect, and smiled sadly at the thought, as he remembered how happy and excited Jack had been. In his excitement, Seán had practically begged Marvin to try hundreds of other spells that he didn’t even understand yet, and as a result, quite a lot of things ended up breaking.

At the moment, the room had a sort of darker, almost black, indigo aura to it, since he really wasn’t in the best of mindsets or moods.

His gaze landed on his mask. God, he hated that thing. It only ever served to remind him that there’s no going back anymore- The egos were too far into this hell to be able to escape it now.

Why us? Why did he come after us? Why not some other group of people?

Marvin’s mind raced its way back into its endless loop of despair and negativity. He hadn’t been able to stop assessing and reassessing the things that have been happening- Not since Anti’s first attack, the day he attempted to make Seán kill himself. All his mind ever did was worry. Worry, assess, panic, and sink further into the mess of anger, depression, and confusion that was his current, seemingly inescapable mindset. He got up, and walked over to the box he kept all of the things he used to use for physical attacks. God, they all seemed so stupid now. Honestly, he had no clue why he even kept them around. Anti had destroyed the majority of them in one of the first clashes the two of them ever had, and since then, he hadn’t ever even had a use for them. Now he just threw a couple punches and kicks in whenever he had to get physical, which was way more practical than just straight up wasting his magic on enchanting random objects. He sighed, and checked the time, suddenly feeling exhausted.

8:30AM. Seán’s appointment wasn’t until 5PM. Surely the others wouldn’t mind him trying to catch back up on his sleep.

He walked back to his hammock, laid down on it, and closed his eyes, letting himself fall asleep.

~~~~

Marvin’s eyes opened, and he paused, taking in his surroundings. He realized he was still in his hammock, so, he sat up, and looked around. This was his room, but... it looked almost as if it hadn’t changed a bit since 2016, which he knew, for a fact, was not true. Back then, he only knew how to use illusionary magic, so there were shelves and boxes everywhere. Wondering if anything else was different, he left the room cautiously, and could immediately tell that this dream was set back in 2016- Chase’s door still had the yellow handprint on it from when he and his youngest kid were messing around with different dyes and paint. Furthermore, the doors to JJ and Robbie’s rooms were wide open, and he could see that they were both still just unused space.

He went down the hallway, and then downstairs to where the rest of the rooms, such as a couple recording studios, the kitchen, and the living room all were, since there was a calender down there, and he wanted to see what day it was. He looked into the kitchen, and took note that it was actually the middle of January, 2017, which wasn’t too much of a shock to him, at first. It wasn’t until he realized what day it was that he began to dread whatever came next.

Today was the day of the worst clash he’d ever had against Anti.

A familiar voice rang out from behind him, and he felt his heart drop.

“A̵̳͎̿͛̆͐̀̓̃̓w̷̛͇̗͍̻̲̩͛͊͋̈́̇́̑͘̕,̵̹͓̯̰̝̱̟͕̦̪̬̅́͆͜͜ ̸̨̨̫̊͒͝w̴̫̾͜͜h̶͚̥͉͔̘͖͕͙͙̤̿͋̉̀̀̏̕͘̕̚a̷͗̇͐��̧̰̟̝̯͔̲̟͔̺̹̠ţ̷̖͕̜͔̯̭͐̓͂̒̃́̕͝’̴̧̯̟̖̟͉̤̜̋̈́̊͋̎ͅs̴͉̞̯͙̳̻̗͐͊͛ ̵̛͖̟̂́̅͌͋̌͗̊̐̐̓͘̕͝t̶̛̛̟͚͚́̐͛͋̎͒̈́͋̆͋́͝͝h̸̨̢̬̳̙̯̩͍̳̤͈̀̒̾̏̃̀̾͒̋͜͠ē̶̯̭̟͔̥̫̌̏̾̌́̅̀͐͌̔̀̈͌͝ ̶̞̻̻̫͍̙̹̂̍͜ṁ̵͈̤̘͙̻̫̩̠̰̐̀͑̚̚a̶͉̜̝̚t̴̡͇̻͕̜͇̬̹͇̱͒̓̒͑̋͊͘t̸̨̨̡̛͍͇̠̘͍̘͖͋̓̍̍̍̈́̀͘ͅͅe̵̹̺͎͗̽̆̐͊̌͌̉͘͝r̵̖̺̖̝̮̿̇͑,̷̯̯̘̹̳͕̪͖̹͓̄͑̊̇̍̉̈́͝ ̵̟͑M̶̨̮͈͙̱̳̳̿͊̍͋̅͛͆̆̉̚͜͝͝â̵̧͙͈̯̬͇̯͔͙̩̈́́̑̕͘ͅͅg̶̣̳̣̖͍̓͋̃͛̑̌̒̚̕ĭ̷̡̯̞͕̲͕͚̼̯͗͂̽̽̈̚͘͜c̵͔̬͖̠͎̠̍̓͊̽͑̔̀̓͆̎̐̾̒̕͜i̷̪̐͐̔̇̈́̾͠a̸̤̙̞̤̲̞͓͙̦͙̫͊͗͛̃́̕͘ņ̵͎̜̮̹̖͈̱͓̫͒̊͛̐͒̇͜?̵̡̗̜̘̝͚̠̋͑̄͘͜” He could almost feel Anti’s smug grin burning into him, “A̴͕͠r̷̩̤̈́͒͠ẽ̷̬̗̏̐ͅ ̶̪͎̈͗͠y̶̧̪̥͛̔o̶̫͊ú̴̥̏ ̶͍̣͚̾̌̏r̷̨̮̥̀̒ḙ̵͎̀̀ă̸̳͗̀l̷̻͕̽̾l̷̺͙̔y̴̤͂͑͑ ̵̘̟̤̓̓ś̷̳͙͐͘ǫ̷̂̈́̚ ̶̼̟̂͜s̸̡͐͜c̷̱̞͗̓̂a̴͇̥̓͜r̸̻̳̎e̵̠͌̒d̵̜̜̈́͗̂͜ ̵͇̇̚ ̵̧̛͖̗ ̷͍̆o̴̰͚͉͌̀f̸̟͌̍̓ ̶̻̣͍̊d̶̛̬̑̏o̵̭̫͆̉͠i̷͇̙̔͌n̶̥͐̈́͝ġ̷̼̳̠̕ ̵͙͊ẗ̶̼̼̦́͗h̵̳̜̣̓̔̓ì̷͕̊s̵͕̱͌ ̵̼̣̋̓͜s̵̢͛̄o̸̭͗̊͝n̵̬̏͑̚g̴͚̻͍̃ ̵̥͎̋a̶͇͛̈́n̴̠̲̮̽ḑ̶̼̞̓ ̴̪̌͐́d̷̗̈a̵͙̾́ṅ̶͎̼̭́ċ̸̙̘e̵͍̿̏͠ ̶̣̩͓͗a̷͚̬͝ģ̶̌͊͝a̶̱͒i̶͖͂̚n̶̯̭̳̑̀̚ ̸̢̛̜͈̈́t̷̼̒̔̔h̵̦̊̇͊a̴̦̅̕͝t̶̟̔͜ͅ ̷̤̬͂̕y̷̝̌ó̸̭̓͘u̵͙̤̰͊ ̸̛͚̑c̶͍̋a̵͉͌̔̉n̷̻̦̟͠’̷̤̀̚͝t̵̗̆ ̴̬̆͗e̵̥̫̙̚v̵͉̠̿̂̂ẻ̵͓̖̹͌ņ̵͍̰̽̊ ̸̲̞̹̓̋͒ḅ̷͊̐̏ȩ̵̭͒̆̌͜ ̴̟̇b̴̨͖͗̓͜õ̸̗̚͠t̸͎͍͉̚h̸͖̓e̴̢̛̲̱͋r̸̟̈è̷̪d̵͙̺̚ ̴̡̗̟̏̋͠t̸̻͋̐o̵̫̓͗ ̷̡̛̳͊̇t̶͔͈̅a̸̟̣̭̽͋̑k̵̫͈̾͜e̵̡̝̟͋̊ ̴̼̻͐͗̄t̴̯͎̬̾h̷̦̜̽̇ͅá̵̙͜t̷͓̮̑̀͠ͅ ̸̢̢͉͒s̷͖͌͝t̴̮̂̀u̴̖͒p̵̜͔͙͌̋ī̸̧̘̑d̸̲̏̈́̐ ̵͍̦͍̈́̅m̵̗̿̑a̶̺̠̓́͝s̸̲̽͐̾k̵̜͍̳̐̋ ̷͔̲̤̄͆o̸̼͉̅̇͘f̶̭̠̑̅f̶̜͋͛̚?̴̙̝̈́͜”

He turned around and shot a large mess of magical attack at the demonic glitch, despite fully understanding that during times like this, where he was emotionally and mentally unstable, his magic would be weaker, less stable, and as a result, less affective. Anti dodged his attack easily, not even having to glitch out of the way to avoid it this time around. He knew what Anti was doing. He was trying to force Marvin to relive one of his worst memories, and they both knew that with Marvin’s mind in such a negative state, and, as a result, his judgement being so clouded, there would be little Marvin could even hope to do to prevent it from happening.

Next thing he knew, the dream’s setting was switching from the egos’ house to Anti’s pocket dimension, and Marvin knew exactly what was going to happen. This had all happened before, and even with the memories of the original fight having blurred together because of the amount of blood he’d lost, he still was able to anticipate the majority of what happened in the beginning of the fight.

He dodged and deflected the attacks that he knew would come his way, focusing on trying to get a couple hits in before Anti stepped up his game. He knew he couldn’t let himself be hit by Anti’s attacks, because even with this being a dream, he knew that it was a very real fight, and based on what he found out the last time the demonic glitch had decided to attack him via his dreams, any wound he sustained in this battle would carry over to the physical world in some manner- which also meant that if he got injured badly enough, he was going to have to find a way to end the fight quickly, if he wanted to survive. Whether he won or lost at that point didn’t matter, because living past this nightmare was his top priority. He knew the stakes at hand, and he wasn’t going to let Anti succeed in his plans, whether or not he lost. He wasn’t going to just allow Anti to kill or take control of one of the other egos because of his failures- No. He didn’t then, and he sure as hell wouldn’t now.

Anti started glitching more, and Marvin knew he was going to disappear, and reappear as one of the other egos. In the original fight, Anti had first changed himself to look like Seán had after he attempted to make him kill himself on camera, and then, threw him totally off guard by morphing into a bloody, nearly dead Henrik while Marvin was busy trying to block the oncoming attacks.

He managed to finally hit Anti, full force, with a magical attack, and, not even pausing for a single second to think of his next move, he took the open opportunity to finally utilize his fists, and swiftly uppercutted the glitch’s jaw hard enough to draw blood. He threw several other punches in, and then dodged Anti’s retaliation, quickly stepping back about four meters. Anti glitched away, and Marvin used the opportunity to cast a barrier spell around himself, so that Anti wouldn’t be able to ambush him from behind.

A minute or so flew by, and Anti wasn’t back yet. Had this fight happened a year ago, he would have challenged Anti, and mocked him until he came back out, however, he had learned the hard way that it would be highly stupid of him to do that.

“Marvin... help me..!” He felt his blood run cold as he saw the speech card that appeared whenever JJ attempted to speak within Anti’s pocket dimension. He slowly turned around, and felt his heart drop as he saw JJ, in the condition he had been in when he, Chase, and Jackie had managed to defeat Anti together, so they could save the younger Ego, and get him somewhere that was safe enough to try and heal him in. Broken, green strings were attached to his wrists and ankles, which had dark, bloody rings on the skin underneath them from having the strings restrain him for so long, and his suit, which had originally been well-kept and clean, was stained in blood in multiple large spots, especially around the chest area. He remembered suddenly that this was just Anti trying to screw with his head, and give himself an opening to attack Marvin and defeat him.

“Sorry, bud, but I’m afraid it’s been a long time since he looked like that, because, after all, unlike you, we don’t particularly like stabbing each other.” He said, as he charged up a combination of magical and physical attacks, and jumped at the now-disguised Anti, punching him hard enough to send him flying back for a couple of meters. He landed quite gracefully, whereas, on the other hand, Anti ended up on the ground, because he had chosen a particularly broken form to morph into, and it was harder to control his landings as a result. The demon let out an enraged scream, and in a mess of glitches and errors, he lunged for Marvin, knife out and ready to stab. The magician didn’t dodge, and instead, he just waited until Anti got close enough, and used an inprisonment-type spell to force Anti to stop moving. The demon fell to the ground again, this time ten times as pissed as before. Marvin’s entire being had a purple aura around it, as he swiftly punched the ground, causing purple shards of half-physical magic to shoot from the ground, and shoot violently through Anti’s body, causing a shit ton of blood to briefly shoot out after it. He knew the damage wasn’t going to be anywhere near enough to knock the demon out, but at least it would slow him down a bit, and give Marvin a chance to build up more magic for the next few offensive moves he pulled, and therefore do more damage later.

The inprisonment spell wore off, and Anti disappeared in a frenzy of glitches, his enraged scream echoing throughout the dimension. Marvin recast the barrier spell, fully knowing Anti wouldn’t be holding back anymore, assuming he originally had been. He knew Anti hadn’t anticipated either of the spells he’d used, as in the most recent fight they had that Marvin was using offensive spells, he had yet to actually master any spells that would have made an inprisonment spell worth the magic output required, so the spell would have just prolonged the inevitable.

He brought his attention back to the fight mid-dodge, and used an offensive spell that essentially created a mini bullet hell for his opponents, locked all their endpoints onto Anti, and let the little “bullets” shoot after the glitch. When one of them finally hit him, Anti glitched away again, and once again, Marvin began to cast a barrier spell.

“Marv... How... How could you just... leave me die like that...?” His heart stopped. Jackie. Oh god... He hadn’t checked to see if Jackie was going to live..! He turned around, and almost puked when he saw the broken, mutilated body of the eldest Ego, however, this time, the damage was much, much worse than before.

“Oh god... Jackie, I’m sorry-! I- I didn’t-!” He choked out, but was interrupted when a sharp, searing pain errupted trough his abdomen, and he saw that Anti had used that ploy to catch him off guard. He fell to the ground, clutching his stomach as he started coughing up blood, his head spinning from everything that just happened. His vision started to lightly dot itself with white stars, and he immediately knew he needed to immediately use the same spells that Jackie had if he wanted to not end up in a hospital bed.

He stood up, using several healing-class spells to stop the bleeding(both internally and externally), and keep the wound from getting ripped open any further.

“Ẁ̴̗͌͂ḧ̷̢̛͔́̀a̴̙͊͝t̴̰̚͠?̶͎̔!̵͖̮̆̚ ̶̠̻̀̓H̵̬́͋ö̸̻͘w̷̬͇͌ ̸̖̽̒̑a̴̡͌͌r̵̡̹̹̾e̶̢̺̟̿͋ ̴̠̠͂y̶̘̘̒̔o̵̪͙̔̈͜u̴̬͗ ̶̧̆s̷̫͊̒t̴̡̺̅͘î̴͓̞̞̌͘l̷͔̖̭̊l̷̘̼͙̅̊ ̷̪̟̂̅ã̷̟̺͓̾͝l̷̤̱̫̽͒ị̵̍̎̊v̴͎͔̬̈́̋̚e̵̻͙͘?̷̡̖͚͘!̷̰̿̃͜” Anti questioned, obviously very, very pissed at this point.

Staying silent, he clenched his teeth out of pain, and raised his left arm out, charging his magic, whilst also sneakily casting another inprisonment spell on Anti. He allowed himself to drift out of focus once again, as, in times like this, where his mental health was suffering, it was better to just let his body direct the spell casting, since his subconscious mind had no reason to hesitate or hold back.

The world around him began to glow a blindingly bright purple color, as he quickly drained the magic from his body in order to summon one of the strongest spells he knew of, and, next thing he knew-

“Marvin! Marvin, for zhe love of god! Vhat is vith all zhis blood?!”

~~~~

Marvin’s eyes shot open, and he nearly launched himself off of the hammock in a blind panic, as he resumed the whole coughing up blood thing.

“Ack! Vhat zhe hell?! Vhat has gotten into you?!” Henrik nearly jumped about a meter in reaction to the sudden, unexpected motion.

“Anti- attacked. Dream!” Marvin managed to cough out, despite the blood slowly draining via his mouth, and him somehow being out of breath.

“Vhat?! Okay! Zhat’s it! Enough of zhis nonsense! Come! Ve are going to zhe hospital.” Henrik said, visibly pissed.

“What- No! Henrik, for the love of- I can heal myself! I-I just... I just need to restore my magic first!” He said. He absolutely hated hospitals, honestly. Didn’t like them one bit. Not since Jack fell into a coma while at one.

Henrik then proceeded to mumble something about zhe sudden lack of purple in Marvin’s beautiful fucking hair

“Fine! At least let me put bandages on zhe wound, zhen.” Henrik grumbled, folding his arms up in annoyance.

“You’re gonna do it, regardless of what i say, aren’t you..?” Marvin sighed.

“Yep.” Henrik disappeared, probably going off to get the first aid kit.

~~~~

Marvin walked up to Seán, whom had insisted on coming to the egos’ house for training when Marvin didn’t show up on time, still clutching his abdomen from the pain, as he cleared his throat.

“Oh! Hey Marvin... Uh, you know, w-we can always do this tomorrow... I mean, since you apparently almost just died, or somethin’.” Seán said.

“No, I’d much rather just get this over with, since the faster we can figure out what’s most likely to restore your memory, the faster we can just return to our old lives.” He said, as Seán got up.

“Oh, well, okay then. Uh, what spell will I be trying this time?” Seán would probably have been more visibly excited, had Marvin not just woken up and spontaneously puked up blood the moment he got out of his “bed”.

“Let’s start with something easy... How does class one levitation sound?”

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[And that concludes the Marvin portion of my fan story, at least, until the emotional Post-Anti’s Birthday Fic shit]

(oh yeah by the way the things i have under the marked out font stuff are just jokes, and shouldn’t be taken seriously)

[Marvin, #1]

Henrik #1

JBM #1

JJ & Robbie #1

Chase #1/Darkiplier prologue pt. 2

Sean #1/Darkiplier Prologue pt. 1

Anti #1

Marvin & Robbie #2

@antis-loyal-puppet