#anyway I used to be deathly terrified of the concept but now I have reached a point where I'm like 'Ugh fuck it fine just get it over with'

[metalfeather]

Bro its so fucking ridiculous for military service is mandatory here (I think things like that should be optional, or you recruit financially troubled high school grads, so you WANT to do it, you can't Force 'oh feel national pride by serving your country' that's not how that works)

But you can pay to do it 'short term'

JUST LET ME PAY TO NOT DO IT AT ALL??? WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME DO IT FOR A 'MONTH' LIKE I'M JUST COSPLAYING AS A SOLDIER???

[runnfromtheak]

Darling!!!!!!!!!! I dare yo to write an alternate Deathly Hallows where Draco yeets the Elder Wand.

Challenge accepted. Here’s my first venture into HP fanfiction, I suppose. :)

“HARRY POTTER IS DEAD!”

 There’s something to be said about shock.

Something to be said about going into shock, but he can’t be bothered to care at this moment. The words slip from his grasp, falling aside as worthless details and half grasped concepts.

They aren’t real, nothing feels real, because as much as he’s hated Harry Potter, as deeply as he’s despised him, he’s never dreamt of his corpse. Not once, not even at his darkest, not even with his Aunt Bella egging him on as the muggles screamed…

 He’s never wished Potter dead, even if he hated himself for it.

 He freezes as the Weasley girl screams, as her father grabs her tight as he can to hold her back from the Death Eater’s loud cheers. Draco can see him – the object of his envy and hatred and irritation and complete and utter loathing – in the Half-breed’s arms, draped haphazardly like a delicate princess. It almost looks like he’s sleeping, like this is all some sick joke, and the stupid prat’s Chosen One powers are about to kick in at any moment.

 But then Draco looks at Granger and Weasley, looks at the shock in their eyes, the broken and haunted way the tears gather in their eyes, and he knows this is real. This isn’t school years, where his worst secret is the humiliation lingering after Potter’s rejection in first year, where his biggest concern is winning the Quidditch game just to show Potter up or the House Cup to give the finger to Dumbledore.

This is real, and it’s terrifying, terrifying in a way he’d barely tasted in sixth year, half-mad with desperation and the burden of that brand on his arm, the dark ink marking him as evil and wrong.

 (“Draco, years ago, I knew a boy who made all the wrong choices. Please, let me help you.”)

 He hadn’t let the old man help him, had watched Severus Snape kill him, and he feels a pang for the optimistic fool doomed to die. He never set out to make the wrong choices, but he did anyways. There were no choices, there had been honor, and duty, and loyalty, but never a choice.

 (What’s the right choice when every action leads to a death? When inaction leads to death? What is the right choice when your father bartered away your ability to make them for the loyalty of a madman drunk on power?)

 Malfoys don’t have choices, they have responsibilities.

 He’d been damned from the start.

 “SILENCE!”

 No one speaks, no one breathes, not even Draco. His eyes linger on Potter, blood-spattered and dirty, as if he’d tumbled through dirt before ‘Avada Kedavra’ struck. He wonders if it hurt, if Potter had been afraid.

Potter’s a Gryffindor, so he doubts it – what they lacked in subtlety and intelligence they made up for in fool-hardy bravery.

 (And isn’t that the conundrum Draco’s struggled with, surrounded by the Dark Lord’s suffocating presence, the toxic feeling lingering in Malfoy Manor – is it better to be a brilliant coward, or a brave fool? – Potter’s corpse doesn’t offer any answers)

 “Why didn’t you tell her? Bellatrix? You knew it was me. You didn’t say anything.”

 He’s never been ready for Potter’s death, even when the opportunity arose not once but twice – first at the hands of his family, second at the hands of his friends – he’d been so stupidly unprepared that he’d saved him, lied for him, even after the bathroom and all the bad blood accumulated over years of bitterness, years of envy and what he wishes he could call hatred.

 He’d never had a choice, but he let himself have one.

 His family asked him to save them, and he chose Potter, for reasons neither of them understand. ‘Understood,’ he corrects, ignoring the blathering of the Dark Lord as he glides across his field of destruction and blood, ‘Neither of us understood.’ Because it’s past tense now – hate is now hated, envy is now envied – and he still doesn’t know how to feel, even as he knows how he should feel.

Malfoys are calm, collected. Malfoys are perfect, in composure as well as pedigree. Malfoys don’t cower, nor do they fight.

As the snake strikes in the cover of tall grass, Malfoys strike in the dark, underhanded methods and crafty exchanges (money makes the bloody world spin, and the Malfoys have more money than they have emotion).

 He should be happy, should be smug, perhaps, over the death of the Boy Who Lived. The other Death Eaters are – ecstatic, actually – but he’s not the same as them, even if it would be easier for his entire family if he were. Potter is the Boy Who Lived, and he’s the fool unwilling to see him dead – the boy who had no choice – stuck on the subtle tug of his gut as Potter’s heart beats, as his green eyes glimmer.

 Draco hates himself for noticing that too, for not being what he should be for his family.

 “Draco, come.”

 His mother beckons him, lips pulled tight in a twisted mockery even he couldn’t call a grin. It’s forced, so disgustingly forced that he could scream, rage the way the Weasley girl tries to. Malfoys are calm, Malfoys are collected, and the look in his mother’s eyes – the whimper half released from his father’s throat – is anything but.

 Draco walks from the right side numbly, staring at Potter’s corpse even as the Dark Lord embraces him.

 He shivers in revulsion, sick as the man his family has served faithfully for so long embraces him as family. He’s stiff, goosebumps trailed down his pale – damn near translucent – flesh feels the Dark Lord’s words.

 Draco is released and his mother embraces him next, but his eyes still linger on the corpse that should not be, the last person he’d ever thought would die – even though Potter was the only non-muggle the Dark Lord truly wanted to die.

 No one calls him back, not that he expects them to, but he’s (mildly) disappointed all the same.

 He wonders if Potter would have attempted it, self-righteous in his own beliefs that Draco couldn’t be truly evil, truly wrong, if he’d defied the Dark Lord to let him live. He probably would have, might have called him a git or pathetic, and it’s nearly enough to make Draco laugh.

 How far he’s fallen, to crave the predictability and reliability in banter with his greatest rival. That mutual irritation… They got under each other’s skin in ways no one else could, even if Draco hadn’t killed anyone.

 “…Longbottom.”

 He ignores his surroundings, ignores his mother’s soft attempts to coax him out of his self-imposed silence, ignores his father’s whimpering and the ashen appearance that’s such a far cry from before…

 Before life became real, and actions had consequences, and his choices led to death and pain for people who didn’t deserve it.

 Somewhere between Albus Dumbledore’s death and Potter’s, he’d changed.

 Life used to be so clear…

 But his father had been abandoned to Azkaban, cast aside in his own home for the Dark Lord’s acceptance. His mother had suffered – quietly, in ways those who didn’t know her wouldn’t see – in ways she’d never suffered before. And Draco… Draco…

 “…You knew it was me. You didn’t say anything.”

 He doesn’t know himself anymore.

 “Draco,” his father murmurs, and he pulls back, tearing his gaze off Potter for the first time since Voldemort’s loud declaration set in this cold, this numbness, settling in his limbs as if it was meant to be there.

 His mother strokes his hair, nearly as tense as he is.

 His father… looks pathetic. His once luminous blonde locks are stiff and dirty, as worn down and decayed as the rest of him. He’s lost weight, enough for his cheeks to appear sullen and sunken in, enough for his perfectly tailored robes to hang off him in ways not befitting a Malfoy.

 He shoots his father a glare, furious at the tears he can feel prickling at the corners of his eyes.

 “What?” He demands, ignoring Longbottom’s nervous words, the exaggerated gestures he makes as he speaks, drawing the crowds of right and wrong’s attention.

 “We must leave, Draco,” Narcissa interjects, eyes cold and empty. There’s a kindness in her touch that her perfect face can’t convey. “Now.”

 But he shoves her away, because his eyes are back on Potter – infuriatingly, stupidly, fixated on the boy turned man he couldn’t hate no matter how desperately he wanted to. Steady breath, in and out.

 “…a boy who made all the wrong choices…”

 He feels his mother eyes linger, demanding answers he can’t give, perhaps is unwilling to give.

 Longbottom’s shouting now, speaking of sacrifice and how Harry Potter’s stupid heart had beat and bled for them all – and honestly, after all the years and pain and suffering, how could they not already know that? How could they question that, when he only hated those who aligned themselves with pain, with hatred and wrong choices.

 Unexplainably, there’s a twitch.

 Corpses don’t twitch, and it’s small enough for Draco to nearly brush off, to dismiss it as a fight of fancy for his not-hated rival, but he knows Potter. Knows Potter far more than he likes admitting, and he sees his right hand – the same hand he extends towards the snitch every match with that infuriating grin – twitch again.

Potter can’t sit still, never has been able to…

 And Draco knows the truth before Longbottom draws the sword of Godric Gryffindor from the dirtied Sorting Hat, knows it as Voldemort laughs.

 “Harry’s heart did beat for us! For all of us! And it’s not over!”

 Harry Potter grunts, louder than the rapid tempo of Draco’s heart, and he flings himself from the Half-Giant’s arms to the cold stone floor of the half-destroyed courtyard.

 The Dark Lord turns, smug grin turning as the gasps reach his ears…

 Potter’s wild-eyed, hands grasping for a wand that evidently wasn’t there, still glaring at Voldemort defiantly.

 Draco Malfoy is a boy who’s never had a choice, burdened by his family’s legacy, by the weight of expectations and tradition and self-importance piled on by his father. He’s always followed his father’s rules, his father’s ambitions…

 He’s been perfect, as close as he could get.

He’s been obedient, even as it tore his soul and mind apart.

He’s been cool, even as screams scratch at his throat, demanding to be released.

 But when the Dark Lord turns, when he frowns and his eyes narrow into dark slits, Draco makes another choice, ripping his arm from his mother’s grasp.

 “Draco—” His father tries, but he’s already gone.

 “…all the wrong choices…”

 “Potter!” He shouts, ripping the wand straight from Voldemort’s bony fingers. Potter’s emerald eyes – still glimmering, Draco can’t help but notice – snap onto him, hardened and suspicious, until they notice the wand he holds in a death grip.

 He tosses the wand, ignoring Voldemort’s angry shout for another wand, and Potter catches it, looking alive and confident…

 “CONFRINGO!”

 Nagini hisses, sent flying towards the Death Eater’s as Voldemort yells again, sending waves of flames towards Potter and – fuck – him. They both jump over rubble, ducking between pillars as they run.

 “If we die,” Draco hisses, dodging another furious attack from Voldemort, “I will kill you again, Potter.”

 Potter sends him a curious look, one that makes him catch his breath.

 “If we die,” He echoes, lips curling upwards. “Tom won’t succeed, not this time.”

 Draco blinks, nearly struck by another jet of flames he doesn’t notice.

 “Who the bloody hell is Tom?”

[wellbafineline]

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a.n. hiii, this is my first full length fic, no one asked for this but this is the concept that i’ve been daydreaming about so here you go :) hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated <3 

how you and harry make things official

You'd been ‘seeing’ Harry for about 3 months, he’d been introduced to you by your mutual friends in London. The only thing was, you weren't really together, not as far as you were concerned at least. Your and Harry's relationship was seemingly casual, you hooked up, slept over at each other's places, ordered take out and watched shitty reality tv every Friday night while complaining about your shitty weeks at work (after hearing about her for three months he’d began to really hate Rachel from your office) and most other things people in relationships did. Just you guys did it without the labels and strings. 

And you'd had no problem with that at first, you understood. He was busy, wasn't always around, or had the most reliable schedule. But as you approached 4 months of whatever you and Harry had going on, you started to get more questions from both of your friends about the more intimate and logistical details of your relationship. You had begun to get pretty good at getting around them or changing the subject, but that didn't mean the nagging feeling in your gut went away when they asked.

//

That's exactly what's happening currently, you’d gone out with your two best friends to a bar in the city. They’d been begging for a catch up for a week, but you'd been at Harry's for the week because he wanted ‘all the time he could get’ before he had to go to LA for a couple of weeks to put finishing touches on his album. 

But now you were all squished together into a tiny booth in the corner of the bar, and you were listening to your friend Lindsey complain about the new project she was doing in work and how it was way below her pay grade when Destiny jumps in when she’s finished turning herself to face you 

‘So, how’s your boyfriend’ she asked you. Knowing she emphasized the ‘boyfriend’ to get you to spill if you and Harry made it official yet you sighed.

‘He's not my boyfriend, you know that, no strings’ 

‘Yeah I know that, but I also know you’re delusional. You just spent a week straight at his house and you're both not seeing other people so… what's the harm in labeling it.’ she trailed off ‘do you want that with him?’ Lindsey asks when you don't start talking

‘Of course, I want that, at least think I do, just what we've got going on is good, y’know, there's no pressure on it and it's easy’ you sigh ‘plus he’s Harry and there's a lot more that comes with being in a relationship with him than just anyone else’

‘So find someone else, no drama, sorted,’ Lindsey says  ‘no-i- that's not what I meant, just meant it'll be harder’ ‘have to ask yourself if this is what you want, you two can't go on like this forever’ she explains ‘And if it is, talk to him, now backing out this time, ‘cause you said you were gonna talk to him about this like a month ago too.’ 

‘I know, and i will, promise this time, but he's gone for a couple of weeks anyway don't want to do it over facetime so it'll have to wait till he's home’

//

After your meet up with Lindsey and Destiny you spent a lot more time than you probably should've thinking about what to do, about you, about harry and about your relationship with harry, if you can even call it that. 

He gets back from LA on Friday now, it was your plan to go over to his house, order take out, watch a film or help him unpack like you two always do when he gets back from long periods away because he ‘missed you the most and needs to see you asap.’

But this time you were going to talk to him, no chickening out.

//

You’d agreed to meet Harry at his place on Friday, you finished work around 3pm and he wasn't going to be home till at least 7 maybe 8pm. But you went over anyway letting yourself in with a key he gave you about a month ago saying ‘f’ emergencies love, or when your flat mate’s getting on your fuckin’ nerves’. 

Truthfully you didn’t know what you were going to do at Harry's for 4-ish hours alone but you figured it was better than sitting anxiously at home or at your desk at work. At least it gave you time to think, make a plan of action, because as you'd realised sometime in the past two weeks, there was a very real chance that this was all Harry wanted, that this is where you’d end. Because there was no way you could lay it all out for him just to go back to glorified friends with benefits. 

Leaving your coat and work bag at the door when you arrived, you make your way to his kitchen to make some tea before getting comfortable on the couch in the living room, appreciating what you assume is the calm before the storm. 

//

At around 7pm, exactly when he promised, you hear a car pull up the driveway and what can only be Harry's heavy footsteps in the hallway. ‘Love, you here, got taken away on the way home’ he called out as you got up to go meet him in the kitchen. 

‘Mm, missed you’ you reached up to peck his cheek ‘but I missed this more’ as you started taking the containers out of the take out bag ‘but I missed this more’ 

‘Heyyy!, not true and you know it.’ 

‘Yeah, keep telling yourself that.’ 

‘C’mon, jus’ shut up and eat.’ 

//

You’d been like this for a few hours. He was laying on the couch with you on top of him. Your head on his chest, with the tv playing in the background. Harry was drifting off to sleep, jetlag finally catching up to him but you were wide awake. Sighing a bit too loudly and moving to get up you suddenly felt a pair of hands gripping to your waist.

‘Where y’ goin’ love’ Harry murmurs, his eyes still closed. ‘Just to get some water, go back asleep.’ You answered him but he didn't let go of you leaving you sat in his lap with you looking up at you from his position laying down.

‘Are y’ alright, seem, um, stiff’ He questioned, you could tell he knew something was off and he was harry so he probably wouldn't give up till you told him, so now or never you thought. No chickening out. 

‘um, Harry, I've, um, been meaning to talk to you about this for a while’ You started, pausing after to properly think of how to do this, you hadn't thought it’d go like this in your head. You thought it’d be in his kitchen maybe bedroom but definitely not when you were basically straddling him on the couch.

His voice interrupted your thoughts, prompting you to carry on ‘C’mon spit it out love, what's wrong.’ 

‘Nothings wrong, well I don't think anything wrong, i- just. Harry what are we?’ You finally just ripped the bandage off, thinking there was no point to really skip around it.

‘Oh, well,’ he paused. ‘We're us.’

‘No, H, I mean are we like, together’ 

‘Where's this comin’ from love’ as he started to stroke your thigh feeling that you were starting to back away from him, as much as you could at least.

‘Just, y’know, friends, people, are asking. We've been doing this for a while, H, bound to come up at some point’

‘Well, what do you want to do about it then, have t’ tell me, not a mind reader love.’ He chuckled.

‘Are we together, or I don't know can we be.’ After everything you’d done together, he still seems to make you nervous, both butterflies from being giddy and deathly terrified of his answer.

His reaction to that was not what you expected at all his face erupted into one of the biggest smiles you've ever seen him wear. ‘Like boyfriend and girlfriend?’ He grins at you

‘Yeah, I guess, yeah like boyfriend and girlfriend.’ You’d moved back to lay on him, and now your face was buried in his neck, even with the smile on his face the still small chance that this was the end was still eating at your nerves. 

Harry sat up suddenly, with you now sitting in his lap he tightened his arms around your waist almost as if he knew you'd try to squirm out of his grasp, and tried to coax you to look at him.

‘Y’ askin me yo be ya boyfriend, babe?’ he's got a shit-eating grin on his face now and that's exactly the reaction you needed for the weight of rejection to be lifted off of you. 

‘Guess I am, what's your answer.’ 

‘No no no, never actually asked me did ya can’t answer if y’ don't ask’ 

‘You're really making me do this h?’ You stared and raised your eyebrows at him.

‘Yeah, c’mon love thought there was somethin’ you wanted to ask me.’ You could tell he was enjoying this, and you tried to completely let your guard down and play along.

‘Okay, will you, Harry Styles, do me the honour of being my boyfriend?’ your voice was dripping with sarcasm but you both knew what you were asking was sincere.

‘Thought you’d never ask babe’ he said while his hand cupped your jaw moving your face to finally kiss you. 

As you pulled away he was smiling at you, bigger than you’d seen him smile for a while. ‘Think I'm gonna be good at this boyfriend thing, don't you?’

‘Yeah I do’ you sighed as he lay back on the couch where you guys were sitting. You had your arms wrapped around his waist as he was tracing up and down your back. You really couldn’t remember what you were so nervous about 3 hours ago.

[tvehyungs-gf]

A Piece of You

✧ Genre: angst, zombies, sad, slightly based on the game: the shadows that run alongside our car, the concept is amazing i love it ✧ Pairings: Taehyung x Reader (oc: female) ✧ Requested: no! ✧ Word Count: 5.2K ➝ ask box ➝ bts masterlist ➝ w.i.p.s

A stranger saved my life in returns of giving hers to the devil; yet, she did so without hesitation all while she never got the pleasure in knowing the name of the man whose life she saved.

Eight days. It’s been eight long and disastrous days since the outbreak started, and each night, another thousand is turned. The staggered walking dead chewing the first human they can get in touch with, turning the human into one of them. Those grey colored creatures turned my family and friends in the instant they caught them. Blood posthaste spewing out of their open bite wounds as their inner organs spilled nonchalantly out of their body. It was a vomit inducing experience the first time you see it, but now this is just a regular sight to see. Or, almost. I still couldn’t get used to seeing real organs laying in the street next to it’s once alive owner.

Fighting back those monsters was hard - they were inevitably stronger, but slower in speed. However, their pace quickened once they smelt the wonderful smell of human flesh and the sound of the blood rushing through our veins. They were like vampires, but they desired more than just blood, they craved human flesh. They had a bottomless pit as a stomach and a deathly craving for moving organisms. But the question that sticks to what left of society is how did these monsters come to existence? Alas, that was an answer no one had.

But the only question that sticks on my mind was: will I be apart of the next thousand tonight? 

With the cold gust of air slapping my dry skin harshly as I ran furiously through the familiar streets of my once lively neighborhood, the only thing on my agenda was to try to find a safe place. 

But, will I make it out alive? 

I was alone. And I was more than just scared - I was terrified for my life. I didn’t know what the hell to do. Each night, I slept in different areas of the neighborhood because by each passing day, one place would get overrun. The smarter thing to do in this situation would be to find a completely new area to stay, but I’m too intact with my neighborhood and I’m in denial. I can’t leave this place where it once made me happy with the memories I created.

With an emotional feeling washing over me, I started to feel desolated. I was truly alone in a world full of abhorrent sauntering corpses. I had no family or friends left, well, not that I know of, but it wasn’t like I was able to go on Facebook and message them asking if they’re alive or not. Unfortunately, the world doesn’t turn the way I wished it would.

Out of breath, I stopped abruptly and turned around. The herd of devilish looking zombies was about half a basketball court away from me. I don’t think I can do it anymore, my legs felt like jello and my head felt so light - the world around me was turning into circles and I felt sick. My mind went in 180 different directions as I decided to accept my fate: I wasn’t going to make it. My chest heaved furiously as I tried to catch my breath, but within the next minute I felt a hard push on my shoulder.

A deep voice yelled right besides me as the bloody clothed man nudge me towards a car that was parked before me. Was that car always there? But the answer to that was way beyond me, I was too lost in my wavering thoughts to notice my surroundings. “What the fuck are you doing?! C’mon, get in the car!”

Quickly, I hopped inside the passenger seat as the man triggered multiple shots at the herd before he got inside the car. The deafening sounds of the bullets leaving the gun made my ear ring, it was a sound I wasn’t used too. “Are you trying to get yourself killed! You’re so fucking lucky that I was scouting this neighborhood.” The stranger quickly ignited the ignition before abruptly stepping on the gas.

“Look, you could’ve just left me there! You didn’t have to save me and you most definitley don’t have to yell at me!” I retorted in annoyance. Taking a deep breath, I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Oh my god.”

Suddenly, my stomach felt bubbly and my mouth started to taste acidic. Expeditiously, I rolled down the window and stuck out my head right in time as vomit started to come out of my mouth in a rushed manor. My eyes began to water as my body shook just slightly.

“Fuck. Are you alright?” The stranger asked as he gave me a quick glance before turning his eyes back to the road. “Holy shit, are you bitten!”

“N-no.” was all I could manage in between the chunks of whatever I ate this morning spurt out of my mouth. Unfortunately for me, as the stranger had taken another glance at me, he didn’t see the wondering creature in the middle of the road. Once the male noticed the brute, he swerved the car just in time as I gagged up another chunk of barf. Quickly, I pressed my hands against the side of the door to stop myself from almost flying out of the car just like my throw up. Maybe I should’ve put on a seatbelt because safety first. But that thought was quickly dispersed from my mind because if you have forgotten, I was in the middle of running away from a herd of killing machines.

Once I was done, I sat down back in my seat tiredly. My throat burned like hell but in return, I felt much better. “No, I wasn’t. Sorry, I just feel so sick.” Quickly, I used the back of my long sleeve to wipe the sides of my lips. As disgusting as that sounds, there wasn’t much I could do. I rather have my already dirty clothes stained with the leftovers of my vomit than to have it dry up on my face.

“It’s alright, I guess. Sorry if I was a bit rude, it’s just that life is too precious to let it go so easily. It’s something that people wish they can have back. But under these circumstances, they’re not quite back in the sense they hoped for. I was just annoyed to see that you were so willing to give up your life to those lifeless monsters...” The man spoke honestly as he reached towards the sides of his door before he handed me a less than half full bottle of water. “Drink it, it’s water.” 

“Thanks. And I’m sorry? I understand where you’re coming from but in that moment, I felt desolated and there’s honestly nothing for me to live for. I was tired and I was giving up hope. But you saved me, so thank you.”

The gentlemen nodded with an understanding look. In a swift movement, I twisted off the white plastic cap of the water bottle before downing what’s left. The smooth flow of water immediately relaxing my burning and aching throat. “Where are we going, anyways?”

“I don’t know. Let’s just drive and see where the road takes us, I guess.”

“What? Look, dude, we’re not teenagers trying to be hipsters! We’re adults,” I looked at the man who seemed to be in his early 20′s. His brown dyed hair was disheveled and looked as if he had ran his hands through it too many times to count. His natural hair color, black, was peaking on top the mop of his straight hair, which indicated that it was time to redye it again. As I looked more thoroughly at him, I noticed there was a little bit of stubble forming on his chin and there was a darkened color stained underneath his dark-brown eyes, just like the ones living under mine. Overall, despite his tired and worn out look, he was inevitably handsome. “Who are trying to survive a freaking apocalypse!”

Ignoring every rule of safety while driving, the latter quickly threw his honey colored hands up in the air in defense. “Do you have any other better ideas? More than half of these towns had been invaded by those things and I’m honestly surprised that you somehow managed to stay alive. No offense.”

“None taken. But I don’t know, I tried to stay hidden and not make too much noise.” Sighing, I looked out of the window, the rushing scenery zooming past us in a hurriedly manor. It looked as if the trees passing by were somehow dancing. “Where have you been staying? And how did you manage to equip a car?”

In my peripheral vision, the male shrugged as he glanced towards the backseats. “I’ve been staying in my car ever since the outbreak. I’ve been on the move once I noticed the towns were starting to get turned. I’m already on my last tank of gas and I’m running out of options at this point. That’s why I’m scavenging these homes before they get infested.”

“Looking for food?”

He nodded, “And vegetable oil. Luckily for me, I have a diesel car. Meaning that my car can run on vegetable oil if I just make a few modifications. But, finding time and a place to do so is just another task I have to find time for.”

“That’s quite smart, I have never heard of that before. Although, it seems weird, it does intrigues me. I guess we’ll just have to see where this road does takes us.”

The driver hmm’d in agreement just before the uncomfortable silence began to invade the small car. That was when I decided to finally take notice of my situation and surroundings. I was inside a car with a stranger who seemingly saved my life, also, the same stranger whose pocketing a gun just this very moment. An unsettling feeling rushed through me: he could kill me in a second if he wanted to. But, why do that when he could’ve left me to die with those things? 

As I looked around the car, there wasn’t anything out of the unordinary. The backseat contained of canned foods and empty bags of chips, along with a dirty and ripped backpack and a small grey blanket. He really must’ve been staying in his car. 

The thought of this stranger killing me straightaway vanished from my mind: he did save me after all. So, why go through the trouble to just kill me later? 

When I looked back to the front, I glanced at the small car radio displayed in the middle of the black dashboard. Maybe some tunes can lighten the awkward silence. Unfortunately, as I pressed the on button, a blaring sound of white noise erupted the deadly silence. “I should’ve saw this coming, honestly.”

Out of reflex, I turned down the stereo to about a level 2. It wasn’t too quiet, but it was enough to add a little bit of background music. “Hey, actually, it was working this morning. I think some stations are working but you’d just have to turn the dial just a minuscule bit at a time.”

I looked at the elder male, his side profile was a sight to see. With a high nose bridge and sharp eyes, I really began to feel jealous of this individual. How can he manage to look just as great as a celebrity in times like these? Shaking that thought off, I returned my attention to the stereo. “I have nothing better to do, so I’ll try it.” With a slight laugh of encouragement, I began to slowly turn the dial to see if we can tune into a radio station.

“Oh my god!” After a few minutes of obnoxiously turning the dial, we finally had hit jackpot. Or, something... I mean, it was better than nothing. With the deathly tunes of heavy metal playing discreetly in the background, we finally settled comfortably in the car. 

Yet, the reminisce of the awkwardness stuck around. I still didn’t know much about this stranger and he definitely did’t know me either. Maybe we can indulge in small talk? Hopefully he’s up for it. “So, did you live around the neighborhood?”

His deep voice sotto voce throughout the small space of the car, “Not exactly. I had friends who lived there so I would drop by often. Unfortunately, my first encounter with a living dead was when my friend, Jungkook, was treading down the stairs with sweat dripping from his forehead. He claimed that he was feeling sick and that he felt as if he was dying, but quite literally he was. We both didn’t know what to do in that moment.” 

He sighed. “I should’ve taken him to the hospital but he said that it was probably just a fever. No one was home but him. So when I laid him down on the couch, I turned on the T.V so he could watch as I fetched him some medicine. But when I came back,” The sad male frowned as he recalled this terrible memory. “When I came back... He was dead... He wouldn’t wake up and nothing I was doing was waking him up. And that’s when the T.V was blaring the alarming news of the dead waking up and eating the brains of the first human they saw.”

My right hand had somehow found it’s way towards the broad shoulder of the dejected male. “Obviously, I turned off the T.V. and gave my dead friend all my attention. And within a few minutes of the deadly silence killing me, my supposedly un-living friend woke up in a jolt. And from there, long story short, he nearly killed me but I was quick with my actions. In result, I sat there with my bashed friend laying in the arms of his killer.”

“I’m sorry you had to go through that...” I spoke truthfully. I had encountered nowhere near as close as to what he had, and it’s unfortunate that it happened to his friend. “On the brighter side of things, he’s in a better place now and he didn’t have to go through the troubles of turning and suffering.”

The unnamed stranger nodded slowly, “Yeah, I guess so. I didn’t think of it that way and honestly that makes me feel much better. Thank you.”

I smiled, “Hey it’s no problem.” I gave him a small squeeze on the shoulder before looking back to the road. “How much gas do you have left?”

“Barely any, I’m afraid. We might have to get on feet soon because we’re literally in the middle of no where. And it’s getting late.”

The worrisome lad sighed in frustration. I only sat there taking in the sudden news that we were unfortunately going to be stranded sooner or later, and it’s even worse that it’ll night time by the time the inevitable comes. If I hadn’t told you before, but when it’s night time, those zombies come out in groups. Though my observations from a window of a two story building, at night time they stick together in a herd. I think it’s because since they can’t see well at night, they stick together like a pack hunting their next prey. And this stranger and I, with the crappy luck that we have, are most likely going to be their very next meal.

“Maybe we can take a detour? Have you heard any news of a safe haven?” I asked since he was always on the move. Maybe he has heard some thing’s that I haven’t, since I was always in one general area.

He scoffed sarcastically. “What is this? The walking dead? I wish we could find Rick’s gang and survive as long as they did. But with reality biting us in the ass, I haven’t heard of anything like that. We’re best with staying in this car until we find an actual place.”

“Sorry I asked.” I looked out the window again. It’s been maybe an hour or so since he picked me up. The sky has darkened to an a dark red-orange color with clouds floating sparsely across the sky.

“No I’m sorry for snapping. As you can tell, I’m really stressed out about this.” His eyes scanned my face for a second, but I only stayed looking out the window. A frown etched itself on his beautiful features before he turned his attention back to the road again. “Hey, what was your life before this outbreak? I was working as a farmer with my grandmother on her strawberry farm. But I moved literally a week ago, leaving me jobless for the time being... or we’ll forever at this day and age.”

I looked at the male silently. After a few seconds, I finally spoke up. It’s better to have a good relationship than let a little attitude ruin my whole mood. “I worked at a supermarket part time as I was going to university. Coincidentally, I was planning to call in sick to do homework on the day of the outbreak. Luckily for me, I don’t have to call in anymore.”

His deep laugh echoed out loud, “That’s some good luck.”

“Yeah, it is huh?” I laughed quietly at the thought. “So, you worked on a farm?”

The male nodded, “Yeah. I was practically raised by my grandmother and I was always helping her out by picking out the ripe strawberries. Man, that farm was pretty big, I miss it so much.”

Wait! He lived on a farm that was big... Call me a genius, but I may have thought of the greatest solution to our biggest problem. “I have a good idea! We can try to go to your grandmothers farm and stay there?”

The idea had seemed so great in my head, but saying it out loud made feel a little bit stupid because with what gas are we going to use to get to the farm? Only God knows how long the walk will be to his grandmothers farm!

“It’s not that far, but I don’t know if the gas we have can make it. Or,” He looked at me quizzically as he stopped the car. “We can use out all the gas, and where ever we stop, we can just sleep the night away and walk on foot in the morning.”

“You’re a genius!” I yelped giving him a high five. “How far do you think it is from here?”

The stranger hmm’d as he looked around our surroundings. A zombie was limping towards the car but we paid no attention to it. It was about a few feet away from us, but by the time the stranger concluded his answer, he was already back to pressing on the gas. Some of the trees began to get smaller as we drove away. “I think I remember this road, but if I’m correct, it’s about a 30 minute drive. So on foot, it’ll maybe take an hour or two.”

“That’s risky, but what else can we do?”

He nodded with a sideways smile, “We’ll just do what we have to do.”

“So what did you do?” 

I looked at the man as I bit my bottom lip. “I jumped the fence and broke my ankle. That was probably one of the most dumbest things I’ve ever done in my life and I regret it every single day!”

The elder laughed, “You did all of that because your crush was watching you? You’re ridiculous!” I joined in on his laughing fit before we stopped laughing to catch our breath. “I also can’t believe that he said to you, ‘shawty imma party till the sun down’! That’s hilarious!”

“Oh goodness, I instantly began to disregard my crush for him after that. Teens are seriously so cringey.” I recounted as I shivered in disgust because of that awful and embarrassing day. It’s been about a good hour or so when we had ran out of gas, and it was looking like the sun was just about to settle down. The car had stopped in next to an array of trees, but there was nothing but an endless road ahead of us. “What about you? What’s your funniest memory?”

The honey skinned adult looked at me as he tried to recall a certain memory. As he sat there thinking, I couldn’t help but stare at him. Like I said about a million times already, he was incredibly handsome. This time, I only noticed the small mole he had on the tip of his tall nose and the mole he had on his eye. His dark brown eyes held a sparkle that I haven’t noticed but it mesmerized me. Suddenly, we made direct eye contact but before I could embarrass myself, I looked away as blood began to rush to my cheeks. 

“I think the funniest memory I have would be the time where Jungkook and I were on a merry-go-round.” The man looked at me with a smile, a small laugh began to erupt out of his mouth again. “He nearly killed me because he kept spinning the damn thing and I felt so damn nauseated but that little shit only kept going. I seriously thought that I was going to fly off of the thing. I was holding onto the bars of the merry-go-round for dear life!” 

I grinned imagining the story in my head. “Oh god, did you throw up or anything after?”

“I thought that I was going to throw up as we were spinning around and around, but luckily I didn’t.”

“You and Jungkook were really close huh?”

The male nodded with a pout, “He was my best friend.”

A small breath emanated past my lips, “It must’ve been hard for you that day huh?” I looked down at my lap and fiddled my dirty thumbs together. Speaking of best friends, I began to remember the memories I had with my best friend. No, he wasn’t just a best friend to me, he was like a brother. 

“Yeah,” The other said quietly. “I wish I was able to give him a proper burying because he deserves more than just an Ironman blanket covering his disheveled body. Under these circumstances, that was as good as it was going to get.” 

I nodded understanding where he was coming from. “I had a best friend once too. His name was Yoongi. He was like an older brother I never got to have.” I smiled at the name of my beloved friend, “He was a mean and distant one, but I was somehow able to break him out of his caged shell. He liked to call me brat rather than my actual name because he said that I was always such a brat towards him.”

I laughed to myself, “Everyone thought he was mean to me, but he was bad at showing his true emotions.”

“Did he pass because of the apocalypse?”

I shook my head from side to side. “He actually passed a year ago because he was involved in a car accident. As he was making a left turn, a semi truck ran a red light and crashed into his car.” I looked at the latter with a frown. “He was on his way to pick me up from work. He was actually at the light to turn into the supermarket... And to actually see his car flying down the road at a bizarre speed before he was smushed into a lamp post is something that can never leave my mind. It in engraved into stones in my memory and I can even remember the entire thing like it was just yesterday.”

A warm hand squeezed my shoulder trying to comfort me. “The semi truck driver was John Griffin, who had involuntary manslaughtered 24 year old, Min Yoongi.” The man recalled from the news that everyone was talking about just a year ago. Min Yoongi was a young adult who had died too young, but his death became a huge significance to remind those who drink to not drive while under the influence. My best friend died with many goals in his life that he wasn’t able to accomplish, and it saddens me everyday that he wasn’t able to become the music producer he had aways dreamed of becoming. “I remember watching the breaking news on T.V.”

“I thought everything was a dream and I kept telling myself to wake up, but the results only unenlightened me.” I looked up at the male. “I just needed to wake up.”

“I’m sorry,” He spoke in a low tone. “I’m so sorry.”

“We always lose people who are close to us, and it’s just a matter of time before that happens again.”

A vociferous baritone voice woke me up in a jolt with the words: “Wake up! Wake up, oh my god, please wake up!”

Instantly, I shot up straight from the car seat that I had the uncomfortable displeasure of sleeping on. My vision was blurry and darkened, everything around me was covered in a pitch black shadow. It took a second or two for my eyes to adjust to the dark scenery but even then, I was barely able to make out most of my surroundings. The male that slept besides me from his seat was staring straight at me with a worrisome look. “What’s happening?” 

Quickly, the male pulled me into a hug, his hands squeezing my body in a tight embrace. “I don’t know if we can make it to the farm,” He whispered softly into my ear. “They’re here. And they’re close.”

Instantaneously, my heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach as tears pooled in my eyes. I was going to experience another near death experience all within in a span of 24 hours. “We’re not going to be able to get away on foot, are we?”

The latter shook his head as he pulled away. “We’re better off in this car than to get out there.” I looked out the back window and I was instantly welcomed to a landscape full of wandering zombies. There had to be at least 15 or even 20 of them out there. There was only the two of us, but I was equipped with nothing my clothes. And the gun that the stranger had was not going to help us stay alive, rather, it would just cause more attention to us. “If we stay quiet enough, maybe they’ll wonder off in a different direction by morning time.”

“Maybe,” I whispered. “But, they’re all coming in quite close. It’ll be just a few minutes before they’ll surround the entire car.”

The minutes that had passed by felt like hours, and only then the unavoidable reality began to settle. The herd was starting to surround the car just as the devil made his appearance in the form of zombies. The disgruntled noises from the dead ate out the silence. In a swift movement, the elder male that I had the pleasure of knowing gripped onto my hand with fear while his other hand shakingly held the gun he had. “I want you to know that you made the last 24 hours of my life very enjoyable and I’m glad that I was able to meet and save you.”

I looked at the lad with a small smile, “I can say the exact same thing. Thank you for saving me.” I gave his hand a squeeze before I leaned in to give the boy a chaste kiss. “You’ll never know when you’ll be able to kiss someone again.”

The herd that surrounded us had taken notice of our frightened presence. With their dirtied nails scratching the windows, their hunger grew as they smelt the flesh of our bodies. The car then began to sway ever so slightly, and it was just a matter of time before we get knocked down. “Thank you for saving me, but in return,” I gulped down a cry. “I want to save you.”

“N-no!” He yelled breaking our silenced talks. “The fuck, no! You’re ridiculous. I won’t let that happen, no no no.”

I shook my head, disagreeing. “I’m going to open this door and block them off as you try to get away okay? Run as fast as you can.”

“No! What the hell are you insane? No, we’re leaving together.”

Closing my eyes, I couldn’t help be let a tear drip down. “Don’t be stubborn, we both know that only one of us can make it out of a situation like this.” When I opened my eyes, the distressed look on the other males face made wrinkles form on his bang covered forehead. As I got up from the seat, I turned around to crawl into the backseat. That way, when I open the door, the zombies will turn their attention towards the back of the car rather than the front where the stranger can flee with only a little scratches. Or so I hope.

“Here, take all of this with you.” I gathered the canned foods into his backpack along with his grey blanket. “On a count of three, okay?”

The gentlemen shook his head as tears flew off his face from the his harsh movements. “I can’t leave you...”

“It’s okay, alright? I’m just a stranger to you, I don’t hold any significance to you. I’ll be sure to greet Jungkook and let him know that you’re okay, alright? And plus, I’ll finally be able to see my best friend again too.” I gave the man a reassuring smile before handing him his backpack. “Stay safe, okay? Get to the farm as fast as you can.”

The man reached over and pulled me into another hug. “I’ll be alright. I hate this part, but don’t think that I’ll ever forget about it.” He gave me our second kiss before he pulled away. Before I forgot, I pulled out my wallet that had sat comfortably in the back pocket of my jeans and gave it to the confused male.

Hesitantly, he gripped the wallet and placed it safely inside his backpack. “On a count of three, okay?” I placed a hand on his shoulder before motioning him to get in position. Once he was ready, I began my count down.

“One.”

“Thank you for everything,” He started.

“Two.”

“I’ll now hold a piece of you.”

“Three.”

“I’ll be alright.”

A stranger saved my life in returns of giving hers to the devil; yet, she did so without hesitation all while she never got the pleasure in knowing the name of the man whose life she saved. My name is Kim Taehyung and I owe all my respects to the stranger who showed me to view the crumbling world in different life. 

Sitting against the concrete walls of my grandmother’s house, I pulled out the wallet the stranger had handed to me a month ago. The brown leather was beginning to peel, but I had paid no mind. Opening the small item, I was greeted with a smiling picture on her I.D.

Y/L/N Y/N.

The stranger who died saving my life, died without a name. But now, her name that I just learned is something that I’ll never forget. I’ll see her soon, maybe it won’t be now, but I will make it my mission to see her beautiful smile again. 

Authors note: I haven’t watched a full play though of this game yet and I really really need to because this game has such a beautiful idea! I really liked the concept and so I decided, eh, why not make an imagine based of it? I’m lowkey sad because I didn’t know how to end this but I love how it turned out! Thank you for reading this, and please let me know what you think of it!

[pick3mahlord]

Chase and Anti

A theory I’ve been hanging onto rather painfully for a while now, in special celebration of father’s day.

I love the sobbing sunshine bean as much as anyone, but once you start to reframe things in these terms, some of the pieces do start to fall into place. As such, even if it doesn't turn out to be true in the long run, I do humbly resubmit the idea as an interesting concept. (under the cut to save everyone’s dash. I should probs just do that with all of my theories from here on, because I talk too much and I end up writing out veritable essays.)

So, back when JJ showed up, not everyone was fully comfortable with him, because he first appeared at a time when we were fully expecting Anti. And if Jameson wasn't the good ol' glitch bitch in disguise, then he was at the very least still visibly corrupting, and subject to his will.

Lest we forget, we were initially confused with Chase, too, and for many of the same reasons. He shouldn't have been able to be created at all - Anti was in full control during that time period and he has no reason to allow that to happen. It might easily pose a danger to him and draw his own dominance over the channel into question.

Thinking it over, it would make a lot of sense if Chase was originally meant to be a ploy - to be Anti in disguise, hoping to manipulate and worm his way further into the community somehow, by taking a different approach we’d never be expecting. A little game of his own. And those who realized it would be crushed, of course. A sick prank in addition to a tool. Originally.

At the end of all his skits, he's shown to be fine. The filmed suicide, the fear born out of an abusive past, it's all revealed to be an over-acted joke on his part and he gives a mischievous smile for the camera.

But what about the hallway skit, I hear you ask, wherein Chase confronts a smirking, demonic Anti and demands to know where his children are? If Chase is only a game Anti's been playing with us, a mask he's hiding behind, then how would he confront what is basically himself? Why even *would* he? That was true terror in Chase's eyes. And something beyond arrogance in Anti's.

It's possible that he doesn't know.... what he is. Or at least, that part of him doesn't. In the same fashion that Anti separated from Jack, he is once again essentially two minds trapped within the same body, both tearing in half, away from each other.

 Maybe it started out as pretend. A cruel and self-serving joke on the community. But then it began to squirm and change unintentionally and take on a life of its own. All of this attention for "Chase" started a confusion in him somehow. He'd severely underestimated the hold on him that we have, and the kind of power we possess. And in our ravenous hunger at the sight of a new ego, we tore Anti apart at the seams.

The attention Anti garners from us also works to make him who he is. We cheer for the snarky, cold-blooded serial killer, the terrifying puppet master of the channel, and that's who he is. We literally formed him out of the aether and told him who to be for us.

And so we cry out and reach to comfort the lonely, alcoholic divorcee he’s pretended to be, and... the influence we have over Anti starts to form cracks, and to force him to split somehow, and to twist and bend to accommodate that too. To be the violent and maddened nightmare that we want, and the kind and loving father figure he's pretended to be to get in our good graces, that we've also decided we want. And his former, deeply-ingrained nature doesn't allow for both.

Chase wasn't a real person, but now he is. But he's also Anti. But he isn't. If he never had a family, then why does he miss them so badly? If he's a family man and not a killer, then why did he kill Sandra?

He needs to help/kill jack and take over/watch over the channel... That is his purpose..

That’s why, in addition to visiting Jack in the hospital, Chase is the one in charge of recording right now, when by all rights that title should logically belong to Anti since all the way back in Oct. 2k16. There's no contradiction here, it hasn't slipped from his grasp out of laziness. They ARE in control of the channel. Just... switching off. We're forcing him to be both, and the logic of it is sending everything haywire. The only way to resolve this is to kill off what "Chase" has become, and thereby pull himself back together as Anti.

And in Chase's own mind...well. Having Anti as an outside influence is a perfect excuse. Chase is the popular bro youtuber, the good friend who has dominion over is keeping a dutiful eye on Jack's stuff while he's away. Anti is a way to deal with his own actions when they don't fall in line with his self-image and our image of him. When a nerve is hit, and his poorly-buried frustrations come to the surface, and the screen takes on a familiar greenish cast as the topic switches from carving food to carving people. When he not only threatens the life of a coworker, but sings happily on-camera when that coworker dies. Chase rejects that part of himself, just as much as Anti rejects him in tormenting him.

This behavior is not in his coding. It's not who they're meant to be. Which one are they meant to be?

"I wouldn't have done this. I did it. Anti did it. Stacy, the kids.. they're fine. They don't exist. They've just gone somewhere, they left me and now Anti has them and it's up to me to find them. I'm the good guy. None of this is my fault, I don't even know who Anti is, I've just heard stories...

..she deserved it, anyway. Always on about a family I don't get to have."

**AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Were there any truth to this, I think it's interesting to note the kind of person that Anti came up with, when he had to. It's...rather transparent, really. In addition to being a family man, first and foremost, and possessing that kind of intense connection that Anti himself seems to deeply crave, Anti creating Chase as a character is easily a mockery of everything Jack is and everything he knows Jack is afraid of. It’s a parody of everything he’s trying to turn Jack into.  Chase is a dumb, happy-go-lucky youtuber that had a family and lost it. Jack is a wildly positive letsplayer, with a community that views itself as a 19k+ family, and Anti will absolutely take that from him if he can.

*This audio feels deathly important to all of this for some reason, but I can’t adequately frame it into words.

[septic-dr-schneep]

Sorry I reblogged something instead of asking! I was gonna ask what would the egos biggest fears be?

Ahhh, I love exploring rational and irrational fears, you have no idea!This should be interesting…

Septic Boys

Anti: There’s nothing Anti fears more than weakness and failure. He’dnever, ever, ever admit it, but somewhere in the back of his mind he fears theday that Jack and the fans might band together and truly defeat him. Apart fromthat, he has an extreme aversion to intimacyand being touched; anyone who tries is likely to get a part of their handstabbed or cut off.

Jackieboy: He’s afraid of thunderstorms—or at least of the lightning,because when he was a novice superhero and he was learning how to navigate thesky, he got struck by lightning and knocked out of the air. For a while he didn’tdare to fly until he realized that it was keeping him from fulfilling his duty.He’s also afraid of the dentist, as previously discussed, because he finds itreally invasive.

Marvin: He has a fear of dogs, which doesn’t often become a problemunless he runs into one on the street or someone with a service dog happens tocome to his magic show. Just the sight of the dog makes him tense up and getflustered and he’ll usually try to get as far away from it as possible, but it’shard for him to focus after he notices it’s there. If the dog is passing him onthe street, he’ll levitate over it as quickly as he can and just hope it doesn’tleap for him.

Schneep: After an unfortunate encounter with Marvin’s magic and the oven,he’s extremely claustrophobic and doesn’t cook very often anymore. He also hasa fear of public performance. In the lab or the operating room, he’s supremelyconfident, but outside he’ll make any excuse not to get up in front of everyoneand do something for them, especially alone. He’d much rather cheer the otherEgos on from the sidelines. Above all, however…he fears Anti.

Chase: He fears being alone. Even when he’s not vlogging, he hangs outwith his editors and cameraman just because he clings to their company. They’renot close friends or anything, but if the other Egos are busy, he needs someone else to be with him. LikeJack, he’s also afraid of heights; he did try to get over it once when viewers ofhis vlog were demanding a Heights Challenge, but he was paralyzed as soon as hegot up there and Jackieboy had to carry him down.

Robbie: He fears being forgotten or abandoned. Rationally, he knows theothers take good care of him and that most of the time they want to, but there’s a part of him thatwonders how far their loyalty and care really goes. He’s also afraid ofdeception, that they’ve been lying to him all this time or that nothing hebelieves is real…Whenever he starts to have an existential crisis, he finds thenearest Ego, glomps onto them and doesn’t let go, even if he starts to fallapart.

Jameson: He’s afraid of loud noises, even more so than the instinctivestartling that the others get, which is very unfortunate given the others’ tendencyto hoot and holler constantly. He gets really jittery, overwhelmed with anxiety,and has to excuse himself to a quiet place so he can calm down and listen tonothing but his own thoughts. He also has a milder fear of the dark, sowhenever he has to brave it at night, he keeps talking because his speechslides are a light source.

Markimoos

Dark: He has an aversion to sleeping because he knows that’s when he’smost vulnerable. Anything could happen, but most of the time he’s able to risk itand sleep lightly for about half the night. The other half he spends reading,planning, or spying on the others, assessing their weaknesses while they can’tstop him. For reasons that he can’t or won’trecall, he also fears possession—being possessed and seeing others possessed.

Wilford: He’s afraid of responsibility, which is why he’s so often causingchaos and then leaving it behind for other people to clean up. He’s usuallyable to blame his carelessness on some other factor in the situation, but whenhe can’t, he gets easily flustered and defensive. He withdraws as much as hecan from the situation, provided he won’t look like a coward while he does it. Healso fears vengeance from those he’s wronged.

The Host: He doesn’t fear heights, but he does have a fear of falling. It ties into his fear of beinglost. When he first lost his eyes, he was completely discombobulated and oftenhad no idea where he was, which inevitably led to him tripping over somethingand falling. It was humiliating and upsetting and now that he has practice andcontrol of himself, he never wants to do it again.

Dr. Iplier: He may have no problem telling others that they’re dying, buthe fears his own death. He dreads what might happen if he weren’t around totake care of the others, which is why he constantly checks to make sure the fansare still interested in him, keeping him alive and well. He also fears others’opinions. If someone were to tell him that he was a failure, it would devastatehim, but he would try not to show it because he wouldn’t want to prove themright.

Google: He fears frailty, change, and inadequacy. Any time his systemsoverheat in the sun or he malfunctions because of a glitch or doesn’tunderstand a nuance of what the humans do, it both infuriates and terrifies him.He wants the other Egos’ respect, particularly Dark and the Host, and he wantsto be good enough at what he does that they can consider him an ally. Thinkingthat he hasn’t reached that point yet is what gives him a lot of hisdetermination.

Bing: He has a fear of crowds and of being alone, mostly because of theincident when Google created his “brothers” to gang up on him. Whenever he’sone in a crowd, he gets incredibly antsy and anxious and tries to duck out asgracefully as possible. If that doesn’t work, he’ll just pick up his skateboardand run, no matter who gets in his way. He’s also afraid of his own success; ifhe were to replace Google as the main search engine, he wouldn’t know what todo.

Yandere: Predictably, he fears abandonment and rejection, but not justfrom his love. There are only a few other Egos he considers his friends and ifthey were to leave him behind, he would agonize over it. He’s overly clingy andneedy because of it, as a means of testing their loyalty, and any sign thatthey might be annoyed with him breaks his heart. He’ll become distant and moodytowards them until they show him proper attention again or until he can’t standbeing alone anymore.

Bim: He has a fear of dogs, which is why he avoids hanging out with Chicawhen none of the others are there to be mediators and keep her calm. Much worsethan that, however, is his fear of insects and reptiles. He panics as soon ashe sees a spider or a snake, even if it’s in the backyard, and he’ll screechfor one of the stronger Egos to come and get rid of it. Most of them can’tresist giving him a hard time for it, but he hasn’t gotten any better about itover time.

Silver Shepherd: Like Mark, he’s deathly afraid of water and drowning,but not just in the ocean. There have been plenty of times that he’s refused togo swimming with the others because he doesn’t want to imagine what mighthappen if he got caught underwater. (This largely has to do with Wilford ratherviolently dunking him, because Will has no concept of self-control.) He alsohas a fear of vulnerability; he always swallows his pride when the others makefun of him.

Edgar: He shares Bim’s nervousness around reptiles but not to such anextreme; he just takes some healthy steps back and is usually the one Bim sendsto get a braver Ego. He also has an unusual aversion to making phone calls andother kinds of advertising; he’d much rather be staring into a camera when hetalks because it feels less personal to him than actually addressing someoneone-on-one.

King of the Squirrels: He’s afraid of the sight and thought of blood,which is why he largely avoids Wilford, Dr. Iplier, and especially the Host. He used to have a fear of loneliness thathelped him associate with them anyway, but ever since they started ignoring/excludinghim from their various activities, he’s accepted that as a part of his life andkeeps to himself and his kingdom outside. Because of that, he has eco-anxiety:the fear of environmental destruction.

Jim and Jim: The brothers fear very little but what they do fear, theyfear immensely. After the incident in Markiplier Manor, both of them areincredibly paranoid about ghosts, demons, and zombies. Dark absolutelyterrifies them because they know he had something to do with the situation andhe already despises them because of their nosiness. Apart from that, ReporterJim is, quite randomly, afraid of going blind and Cameraman Jim is afraid of fire.