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crystalninjaphoenix · 6 years ago

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No Hallows’ Eve

Septics Inverted

A JSE Fanfic

How did the infamous “Say Goodbye” go down in this universe? Well, this story has an answer for you. It ended up shorter than most of my stories, for once. On a side note, today I learned the word “Hallow” means “holy” or “saint.” Well, we can’t have that here :D Hope you guys like it!

Read the intro story: Part One | Part Two

Various other AU-related stuff found here

Taglist: @evyptids @awkward-bullshit @watermelonsinmyattic @asunachinadoll @a-humble-narcissus @metautske @odysseus-is-best-boi @acuriousquail

It was a normal apartment in the city. A nice one, but normal. The furniture was taken care of, but the room was still fairly messy, like someone had tried to clean but got tired halfway through. The setting sun shone through the open windows. The lights were off. Someone had knocked a figurine off a shelf, but otherwise nothing was touched.

Then something happened in the middle of the room. The air itself seemed to warp and bend. The world strained like somebody was trying to push through. And with a single crack, it gave. Shards of purple appeared out of nowhere only to go flying in all directions, embedding in the walls before fading away. Now, a man stood in the center of the room. He wore a black t shirt, blue jeans, and an eye patch. He didn’t move, but he wasn’t still, as his body kept glitching and distorting.

Anti shook his head to clear it of any leftover magic. “Fuc͝kín̕g̕ magi— when did he ev̛e̢n l͡e̷a̕rn̶ to͡ ̛dó t̛ha̴t?” he muttered. He thought he’d kept a close eye on him, but apparently he was wrong. Maybe he hadn’t learned too much. Enkávma a’Ousiika—the burning of something’s essence—was one of the simplest black magic spells to learn. It was a trick in the beginner’s arsenal. Maybe the magician hadn’t progressed further than that. But it was also a possibility that he didn’t want to waste his energy on a stronger spell because he didn’t think it would be needed. And he set up those wards, too. Rudimentary, but it still took Anti all day to break through them.

He looked around. They had to still be in the apartment. He hadn’t felt them leave. But where where they? “Jack?” he called, both with his voice and his mind. There was no answer.

There was a flutter of something in his stomach that he didn’t recognize. Something jittery. He didn’t like it. Frowning, Anti glitched to the kitchen. Dirty dishes were piled in the sink, just like they had been when he’d been forced out that morning. “Jack, are you here?” Nothing.

“Your fans want you to play that new game,” Anti said. “That one with the animatronics.”

“Sister Location,” Jack replied absently. He looked away from the computer screen where he was editing. Anti could’ve done that for him, but it hadn’t even occurred to him that could be an option. Jack didn’t mind, he just asked a friend to help him out. “It’s a FNaF game.”

“I know that,” Anti said, folding his arms. “Are you gonna play it?”

Jack’s eyes lit up. “Yeah. I actually had a cool idea for it. And if people like it, we could go for the whole month.”

“Really? What?”

“I want to scare the shit out of the community,” Jack grinned. “You know how I like horror. I’m thinking I could take some of that and put it in real life. Hence, the scaring-the-shit-out-of-them part. But I kinda...need you for this.”

Intrigued, Anti leaned forward. “Keep talking.”

He wasn’t in the kitchen. He wasn’t in the bathroom. He wasn’t in his bedroom. He wasn’t in the closet. None of them were. That left just one room: the recording room. That morning, Jack had dragged a table in there, along with a set of knives. That was the room where it all happened. Anti glitched into the room, looking around. If he could’ve breathed, he would’ve been breathing fast. Everything was exactly the same. The pumpkin was there, the knives hadn’t moved, the camera and its LED screen were still set up. Both of those had turned off, probably affected by the surge of released energy when the cat-themed magical girl of a magician decided to throw him out.

“Jack, w͠he̷ré ̸̢a͟r̵e ̸y̡o̵̡u͠͞?!͢” Anti shouted. Maybe they were hiding, or magically camouflaged. Anti spun around and in a fit of glitches he was back in the living room. His hands twitched as the distortion spread outward, searching.

“Everyone is freaking out,” Anti said delightfully as he leaned over Jack’s shoulder, watching him scroll through Tumblr.

“Hell yeah they are,” Jack agreed. “They probably think I’m possessed or something. Hey look, they even caught onto your name.”

“Or they made it up and just happened to be right,” Anti rolled his eye, but he let a flicker of a smile slip out. “We gonna keep goin’ with this?”

“What do you take me for, an amateur?” Jack said, knowing full well he was making this up as he went along. “We’re gonna do something big on Halloween.”

“Like what?”

“Uh...I hadn’t thought that far. I was thinking maybe we could get some ideas from these guys. A lot of them think you’re gonna kill me...I can work with that.”

Nobody was there. Nobody was anywhere. How had they left? He would’ve sensed that! Unless they’d found some way to stop their electric signatures from being detected. Was there a spell for that? If there was, it must’ve been recent enough that he didn’t know about it. Anti told himself this. He couldn’t stand the idea that he’d been so focused on breaking the wards that he hadn’t even noticed them take Jack away. “Jack,” he muttered. “Why’d you choose t̷͟͠h̨̡͠e҉̢͏m of all people?”

“It’s okay, he’s gone,” Jack said, shutting his front door.

The lights flickered overhead as Anti made the switch from electricity to mostly flesh. He scowled. “I don’t like him,” he said without preamble.

“You don’t like anyone.”

“I hate him.”

Jack sighed. “I know. You’ve always hated him, which I don’t get. He was my roommate in university, y’know.”

“I do know, I was there. And I’m still here, listening every time he talks. You ever notice how he switches from hating his ex to wanting her back on the flip of a coin? Or how about how you just go along with whatever he says because not doing that would make you guilty? And his house mates! There are some inconsistencies in their records, and they act...strange.”

“He’s not—and I’m not—they—emotions are complicated, Anti. I don’t expect you to understand.”

“Maybe you should.”

Anti reappeared in the recording room. He was twitching more than normally, travelling across the room and back in half a second. That Enkávma a’Ousiika spell had more of an effect on him than he wanted to admit, and he made a note to avoid it in the future. He glared at the carved pumpkin on the table. He clenched his fists and fought the urge to throw it. That wouldn’t help Jack at all. But he had to do something. He growled, and slammed his hands down on the table, rattling the candles.

This was his fault. If he hadn’t been so distracted, if he had just insisted a bit more to Jack that they were not who he thought they were, maybe...maybe nothing would’ve changed.

“People are theorizing!” Jack said joyfully. “They're pulling apart the Instagram story I posted.”

Anti dissolved for a moment as he double checked all the digital platforms. “They look like they’re having fun.”

“Good!” Jack said sincerely. “That’s the point.” He picked up one of the knives—the fake one—and fiddled with it. “So, you noticed the places I left in where you could do your thing?”

“I did.”

“Perfect. Now we just need this last bit. It should look as real as possible, like you’re actually in my head.” Jack dug around in his jeans pocket and pulled out a tube of fake blood. He’d dressed similarly to Anti’s usual outfit for this occasion.

Anti hesitated, then asked something quick, before he could change his mind. “What if we could make it real?”

Jack paused. “What d’you mean?” he asked, curious.

“Human bodies run on electricity like any computer. A different source, and more complicated, but you’re electric all the same. I can use that, influence that, travel through nerves like they’re wires.”

Jack raised an eyebrow. “So you could actually possess me?”

“Not unless you want me to,” Anti explained hastily. “I was..made to understand, a long time ago, that your will is important. So I won’t take control unless you tell me to.”

Jack considered it, passing the fake knife from side to side. “Alright...we’ll try it out,” he said slowly. “But if I’m not okay with it, stop.”

Anti nodded. “Of course.”

The camera flickered on and off, in response to the glitch’s whirling thoughts as he disappeared and reappeared around the room at random. He knew where they’d probably taken Jack. Unless they had a new base he wasn’t aware of. He could get him back. Probably. They had pretty serious wards set up, and if had taken him a day to break through the hastily-made ones around the apartment—even if that was right after his essence was burned, he didn’t like his odds. He had to figure out some way to get in. He just needed to plan

But there was a part of him screaming to “Do something right now!” that he didn’t think was totally unreasonable. He could go to the police, in the meantime? He immediately dismissed the thought. A good portion of them were...not exactly moral, and the rest were lazy. They wouldn’t do anything unless the public demanded it. But...maybe there was some way to get people to notice, to get a lot of people invested in the case of the missing Jack McLoughlin.

His eyes strayed to the blinking light on the camera.

It had all gone well at first. Jack’s mind wasn’t exactly guarded, and slipping in was easy for Anti, as easy as holding his breath. He ran down Jack’s limbs, testing them out. He blinked his eyes and rolled his shoulders before finally settling down in his neurons. He could read Jack’s thoughts here, and he wasn’t upset. Somewhere between weirded out and fascinated, feeling his body move on its own, but not upset. Yet.

“I’m going to start putting the makeup on,” Anti said, using Jack’s mouth. He felt Jack’s approval.

But before they could proceed, the door to the apartment opened. Anti tensed, mentally and physically. “You expecting anyone?” he muttered. Jack was not. Jack thought it would be a good idea if Anti left so he could take care of this.

But Anti didn’t leave. He froze, sensing the familiar electric impulses of their minds. “What are they doing here?” he growled. Jack wondered who. “Three of your ‘friends.’ Hat, cat mask, glasses.” Chase, Marvin, and Schneep? “Yes, those ones.”

Jack felt relieved; this was good news. He’d thought someone had broken in. “They d̢i̛̕d̴ break in, Jack. Your door was locked.” But he knew them, surely there wasn’t a problem? Anti should just leave. And Anti almost did, but then he gritted Jack’s teeth and decided not yet.

They found the recording room easily enough, they’d all been there before. Chase opened the door and entered first, followed by Marvin, in his mask as always, and the doctor, in street clothes but carrying a strange bag that Anti didn’t like the look of at all. “Jack? Sorry, are you recording?” Chase asked. “You left your door open and we were—”

“It was locked,” Anti said. “I’m not an idiot, Brody.”

Chase’s eyes widened. Marvin and Schneep exchanged glances, moving a bit closer together. “No need to snap, dude,” Chase continued. “Or use the surname, jesus. We were just in the neighborhood and decided, hey, let’s go see Jack! I know you weren’t really planning on doin’ anything for Halloween, so we thought we could have a little get-together here. We could wait until you’re done recording, of course, but we brought games! And treats, too.”

Jack started pushing against Anti’s control, causing his hands to shake. Come on, it didn’t sound like they were up to anything. He could lurk in the wiring and watch like he always did when they were around. Then he’d see that there was nothing fishy going on.

Anti ignored him. “So is that what’s in the bag? What were you doing in this area anyway? It’s all apartment buildings. And you just happened to have shit for a party while you were roaming around the city, huh?”

“What is the matter with you?” Chase asked, suddenly angry. “You’re acting very weird, not like yourself at all!”

Anti laughed. “Oh, really?”

Marvin leaned toward Chase and said something under his breath that made him go pale. Chase looked at “Jack” with wide eyes. “Uh, dude, Jack—”

“Jack can’t answer the phone right now, can I take a message?” Anti asked in a singsong voice. Stupid? Maybe. But so much fun to watch the color drain from their faces.

Everything happened at once. Anti twitched, and the knife in his hand was suddenly real. Chase pulled Schneep to the ground as Marvin’s eyes lit up violet. A purple ball of fire launched from his hands, and Anti glitched out of the way, dragging Jack’s body with him. Jack screamed mentally, and Anti wasn’t sure if it was the breaking sensation of glitching that caused it, or the entire situation. Marvin hurled another fireball, and Anti glitched forward, taking a swipe with the knife that the magician barely managed to dodge. “Ge͞t ̨ou̵t̕! ̀Le͠ave h̶i̴m͝ ͝a̕l҉ǫņe!” Anti shouted.

“We do not have time for this!” Schneep shouted. “Do something fast!”

Marvin paused for a millisecond, then new fire shot forth, a brighter shade of purple. It curved in a wide arc, and though Anti tried to glitch away there was only so much he could do while towing a body that was not meant to break from reality. The fire hit him. It did no damage to Jack’s body, but Anti felt a sense of wrongness, of destruction and eating away. He screamed as he was ripped from Jack, left hanging in the air, no more substantial than a cluster of pixels. “Ib hauc luca, quosei ecité!” Marvin shouted, and Anti was flung away, so far away...and when he gathered the energy to return, the magician had set hasty protection spells around the apartment. He spent all day fighting to get past those, only to realize that it had been a distraction all along...

With a flick of power, Anti started the camera recording. He double-checked everything, making sure the table and pumpkin were exactly where they were when those three had barged in. He wrote the words “HELP JACK” on the whiteboard to the side. Then, he put all his effort into solidifying his body. He changed the hair color, making sure it matched Jack’s shade of green. He duplicated Jack’s tattoo. And finally, he took off his own eye-patch. There would be no hiding what was there when it was seen without a filter, but he could edit the footage well enough afterwards. He didn’t want to scare the viewers too much.

And then, Anti enacted the scene he’d planned with Jack. But a few major differences. The knife was not fake. Slowly, he cut. He could feel it tear apart his flesh, though it did not hurt. It was the first time he ever wished it did.

And then, he let his solidity fall away, and he spoke lines they had not planned. Not just warning, but anger poured out.

“You͞...̡H̶i̛s ҉mi̡nḑ ͏ẁas weak!̶ ҉Yǫu áĺĺ ̧saw t̸h̴e̷ ̶s̸i̧gn͝s, ̸ḱept hi̡m—҉” he couldn’t stay together. Reality was breaking. “I ̛am h̶er͏e҉ ͠now!҉ I͢t͏'s òn͡—y͠ou̴!͟ ̷I͞t̨'̵s ̶a̛ll̡ ́o͠u̴r̕ ̛faults.̢ T͡ǫo ̷l̴on͟g҉—li͏stene̕d̡ t́o th̡em̷.͞ Y̨o̴u all sa̵w i̕t̕ h̸a̕ppe̶n͏. ̷Yo͢u c̴o̡uld've ̢s͟top͝ped̸ ͠thįs.͠..̢b̢u̡t͟ y͏ou͞ ͠ju̴st ҉w̕a̢t̕ched.́ As th̸i̢s̴ hap̡p͠ened!” His head cracked from side to side. ̕”N̕o̡w̸—h͢e's͝—g͟o̵ne͏ ҉fo̵r̵e̵v҉er͟.”

He fell apart. But he had one last message. “G̢̀e̷͠͏t͏̷ ҉h̴i̢m҉͞ ̵b̛͢͡a̴͢c͡k҉.”

A message to himself as well. A promise.

Two days later, he reformed once again. Furious. Jack had uploaded a video the next day, explaining how it was all fake and the community didn’t need to worry. And most of them didn’t. That fact alone made Anti want to scream. Just like he said, they all watched Jack’s life and did nothing. They watched the videos he did with Brody and didn’t remark on how he did whatever he said. They listened to him talk about his friends and chose not to pick out the signs that were blatantly there.

Still, there were a few who thought the words he chose were odd for something dismissed as an evil monologue. They analyzed it, picking out bits and pieces, trying to understand. He had to keep an eye on them, nudge them in the right direction. Help them realize something was wrong, not just in the story they thought Jack was creating, but in reality itself.

Though Anti could’ve repaired the damage his own hand had done, he didn’t. It was better this way. Its seeping blood reminded him. He would not let it heal until Jack was safe.

And until those psychos paid for what they’d done to him.

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nelrunari · 6 years ago

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❖ AND THE DREAM CALLS: Fauve “Vee” Alanza.

Character Name: Fauve “Vee” Alanza

Pronouns: he / him

Age: appears 22, real age unknown

Trigger Warnings: death, scars, suicide, small mention of smoking

Appearance:

A 6’0 French man with bright green emerald eyes and golden hair that was dyed pink at the ends. From an active lifestyle he maintains his well toned body and his long legs provide assistance for him to run long distances. He sports a black collar with a dog tag attached to it and a tattoo of an eye on the back of his hand. It’s not all perfection however, he has a deep scar that runs along his chest and it’s one that he constantly keeps hidden from others. Despite his bright appearance, if one looks closely enough, they will notice that his colors are ghostly transparent. His green eyes hold a bit of whiteness to it.

During transformation his pink roots spread upward, making the entirety of his hair a pastel pink. His eyes go from green to magenta, and his pupils form into asterisks. His dog form is a golden Finnish Spitz.

Personality:

Usually, in public, Fauve is a calm presence. One can assume he’s the more serious but fun type when they meet him at first glance. He doesn’t show how much energy is bubbling in him whenever he’s surrounded by people, that is, unless said people were friends and those he considers close. He’s more loud around them, more showing how easygoing and carefree he is, and often shows he much he cares about them through huge amounts of affection and PDA.

He’s generally the one doing his best to make others happy, to make them feel better when they’re down. He enjoys the feeling he gets when he manages to make someone smile. He’ll make small jokes and offers anyone his hand whenever they fall. Of course this also means that he’s constantly fussing over everyone’s safety, he’s the one who would remind you to eat and stay hydrated.

However in battle his demeanor completely changes. His powers call for a calm mind, and that’s exactly what he delivers. Over the course of being a part of the Bau’s he has gotten used to what a fight has to bring, and he rarely gets into his usually anxious, perky self when he’s in a fight. There’s a different light in his eyes, he’s more serious, and all his focus is on making sure everyone gets out of it okay.

Deep down, he’s lonely, and haunted by the negative thoughts that surround his head on the daily. He knows what it’s like to be at your worst, when he constantly lives in them, and wants to make others happier. He has a tendency to openly freak out when something stresses him out in high levels. He rarely shows his more depressed self to others, but worst days always exist.

Positive: loving, motherly, active, alert, affectionate, protective, determined, eager, loyal

Negative: low self worth, workaholic, stubborn, clingy, sensitive, easy to panic

Background:

A memory flashes before him. His mother lays in front of him in a pool of her own blood, the pool steadily growing as more and more red liquid gets added by cuts on her wrist. A younger version of himself stands at the doorway, a shellshock expression on his face as his vision goes black.

Years later, he continues to wonder what could he have possibly done wrong. He wonders over what his true self could possibly be, after it was buried for so many years due to his issues that brought from that night. He often thinks of himself as useless, as that being the reason his mother died, and thinks about what he could do to improve the lives of others. He spends days and nights in and out looking for any answers as to what could be the reason for his existence.

Then one insomniac night, a crow visits him. The name was Laverne, and they offered a contract that will give him great power. Desperate to make himself useful and to give himself a name, the contract was signed.

The Dog Bau’s was what the pack was called. They went from not knowing each other at all, forced into a position where they have to work together, into a group that treated each other like family. Their goal was to save the world from vices to covets. Of course, every evil in the world has something bigger and more dangerous hidden behind it.

They were called to destroy the most evil and powerful of them all. They were destined to die in the fight.

Fauve was the first to go. The evil force just showed how difficult they were going to be. It aimed for one of the Baus, and Fauve jumped in immediately to put up a barrier to protect them. The attack was relentless. In a few hits the barrier was destroyed. Fauve didn’t move away. He was gone in a single hit.

His spirit, along with the others, wander the destroyed ruins where they died. They made peace that they will be unable to move on to the afterlife, trapped somewhere where no one will be able to find them or their bodies. Fauve could do nothing but watch as the man he died protecting, Cassius Hisakawa, became the new force of evil.

Memento:

A necklace with a purple gemstone, the last gift his mother gave him.

Natural Abilities:

Like a dog, the five senses have been enhanced.

Power History:

Like the others in the group, Fauve is at risk for dog ears and a tail to show whenever his emotions get too high. If an emotion gets too extreme however he will transform into an actual dog and scamper off.

All of these moves require a calm and focused mind. If Wild is under extreme levels of stress he will be unable to do these moves accurately, if anything, he could damage himself.

Wild Card: He possesses the ability to change the stats of his friends and the enemy as well as the environment and it will last for the duration of a battle. Someone in the party could have raised attack, higher accuracy, while the enemy can lose defense and be easier to defeat. However, the opposite can happen. His party can get lower stats while the enemy suddenly gets more difficult. He doesn’t control this randomization, thus it’s a risky move and only used when they want to take that risk.

Shield: He is able to put up a psychic barrier, a bubble to surrounding himself or others he wishes to keep safe. This barrier doesn’t last forever, but thankfully, it would require extreme amounts of damage for it to break. (Think Violet from Incredibles)

Psychic Combat: Fauve is able to produce multiple orbs filled with energy, and send them toward an enemy’s way. No promise than some pick up debris on the way up from the ground. (Think of Psyshock from Pokemon)

Sliced Mind: Psychic energy can be transferred into the card weapons, making them stronger. They turn more blade-like, being used to slice at enemies and release a psychic force on impact. (Think of Psycho Cut from Pokemon)

Extra:

His main weapon is razor sharp cards, with a good throw, they can slice just about anything. One lost card is easily reproduced and replaced

He smokes, only occasionally, but he does this as a coping mechanism to calm his nerves

Despite a theory that a vice is what drove his mother mad, he still blames himself for her suicide

He absolutely hates being alone, knowing that the loneliness will lead to other bad thoughts, so he is in constant need of being around people and socializing

He loves to learn about magic and other forms of psychic energy; spells are his favorite to read about, though he never thought he was fit to try them out

Fauve is a dancer, and has taken professional classes before. He incorporates these skills into battle; dodging with ease and having high stamina.

❖ Nelrunari Section ❖

Ward: Agaysta

Player Tag: Here

❖ OOC Section ❖

Name/Alias: Luna

Contact: my twitter is @skyguro !

Age: 18

Pronouns: she / they

#nelru apps #pc ( luna )#char ( fauve alanza )

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