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charlieliqueur · 4 years ago

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Mark X Camper!Reader (Unus Annus)

Camp Days - Part Two

Note: Sorry it took so long! :/

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Your eyes boldly locked onto the tent door. You heard it begin to open, and you frantically hid the journal and any other suspicious material under your pillows and sleeping bags. The door opened to reveal Mark.

"Heeey camper," he greeted politely, entering the tent without stopping to ask if it was okay. Didn't matter, you felt like even if you said no, he'd do it anyways. "Y/n right?" He asked. You nodded. "What are ya doing in here all alone?" He asks, giving you a confused look. "Uh, sitting. I don't like mosquitoes..." you said.

"Well, I don't think anyone likes mosquitoes. I was gonna teach some of the other spunky little campers to play a song or two on guitar. You wanna join me?"

"I, um, already know guitar," you spoke, not sure if he'd believe it or not. Was it a lie? You couldn't remember. You had faint memories of maybe playing an instrument, but they were like remembering a childhood dream. Faint and fuzzy.

"Perfect! You can help me!" He said, eagerly and not quite gracefully getting up off the tent floor.

"No, that's not what I-"

"Come on, what else are you gonna do, we're only in camp for another six days!"

"Six days?"

"Yeah! A week of camp Unus Annus, yesterday was the first say, pfft, obviously. Introductions and all..."

"Six days, you're sure?"

"Uh. Duh."

Thoughts went through your head. It wouldn't be hard to keep track of six days. Hell, you could record every minute if you had to.

"I dunno...."

"I'll get Thicc Water to apologize for pelting you and Gerald."

Your blood ran cold. You looked into Counselor Mark's dark, dark eyes. His smile was warm, but... empty. Like it used to hold some semblance of emotion that had long since left him.

"How did you-"

"Oh, y/n, nothing happens in Camp Unus Annus without me knowing. Now come on!"

He unzipped the tent and waited for you to leave as well. You did so, not wanting any hostility. You were hesitant on leaving the journal and everything behind, but you didn't want Counselor Mark to see them, obviously.

It wasn't quite midday, but it wasn't early morning. Maybe 11:00 am or so. Mark had a group of campers around a pit, a box was on the ground nearby, full of Tazer Fire bandanas, almost every other camper had one. You grabbed one awkwardly and began folding in diagonally. Mark sat down on a log with his guitar and started strumming. The other campers watched him with awe.

Then he looked at you. "Come here y/n," he said, beckoning you over. You awkwardly sat down next to him, you didn't feel comfortable in his presence. He looked to you and grinned passing the guitar. For a moment your vision fogged with images of two men in black and white suits. A swirling abyss. You exhaled and took it. "Play us a tune, eh?" He asked, giving a look around the rest, who watched expectantly. Including Gerald.

You managed to set it in your lap correctly, but before you had a chance to play, either well or awfully, suddenly another voice boomed "HEEEY HEEEY MARK!"

All of the campers and the head counselor looked to see a skinny guy with dark hair and a black camp shirt. Counselor Ethan, and his campers. "Day two of camp already!" He said, wrapping an arm around Mark and smiling, but his eyes settled on you a moment. But Mark began talking to him, before Ethan could get a good look at you. "Oh yeah. What are you doing all the way over here, buddy?"

"Oh, y'know, interested in some team building activities. Tug of war, egg races, three legged race, the good ones!"

"Sounds great! Am I right??"

All the campers cheered, except you...

You felt like you were the only sober person left at a weird party.

Counselors Ethan and Mark began leading their campers away from Camp Tazer Fire, and towards a grassy clearing. A few rocks and sticks littered the area, but other than that it was just grass. "Alright everyone, partner up!" Shouted Mark.

You looked around, confused. "Gerald? Gerald??" You shouted, slightly panicked. You'd just seen him at camp, hadn't you? You looked through the crowds of campers, but his face was nowhere. "No buddy? Y/n you know the rules..." said Mark giving you a strange smile and shaking his pointer finger at you. "I know! I'll be your buddy! Just for the rest of camp," he said, looking proud of himself and his idea.

You looked at Mark for a moment, your heart dropping. "The rest of camp? What about Ethan? Isn't he your-"

"Certain rules can be bent in strange circumstances... now come on! Tug of war!"

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You were tired, nervous, hot and sweaty. You were sitting on a rock as, drinking water from an unmarked bottle, as the sun began to set. Hours and hours of games had been played. Being stuck right next to Mark. You'd constantly catch him staring at you, or standing just too close for comfort. This whole time a light, overly electric feeling had been around you. Not the good kind, the kind of electric that you feel before a scary test, or a vaccine shot, or anything dangerous that doesn't excite, that only makes you anxious.

An excess of energy.

Weird energy.

You looked from the sunset towards the rest of the campers, distracted by the sound of footsteps. Mark had made his way over. He smiled, and waved you close to him saying "Come on, let's go."

You raised an eyebrow, and suddenly Ethan shouts "Back to camp, Campers!! A good rest after a good day! Remember the buddy system!" You stood and cautiously walked over to Mark. But Ethan was approaching. Then he extended a hand. Mark seemed hesitant on letting him.

You shook it. It was cold. Ice cold. Dreadfully icy cold. You pulled your hand away immediately after. "Ethan, and you're y/n?" He made short eye contact with Mark, who tried to manage a quick discreet nod. You looked between them a moment. "What's going-"

"Back to camp, eh? Enjoy your time with us Mo- ER y/n!" Said Ethan, awkwardly rushing away. You stared in shock and confusion as he left. Then Mark slipped an arm around your shoulder and said "Like he said, back to camp." And he gave you a slight shake, as you gazed into the distance, confused and scared.

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"Because I'd like some privacy while changing please," you said shakily, trying to convince Mark to stay out of the tent for even just a few minutes. "Alright, alright," he agreed. You exhaled a sigh of relief, softly. You dug the journal out from under your pillow and turned to whatever you thought was the page you were on. It wasn't, but you decided to read whatever you could anyways.

Mori.... momento mori. Remember Death. They say it all the time. What death? With them, death isn't an ending, it's the beginning. Or the middle. Or the constant state of being. Or a being itself. Almost like they're looking for it. Looking for death...

"Almost ready?" Mark interrupted.

"Just a few moments!" You replied. You threw the book closed and stuffed it under the pillow, and quickly changed into clean camp clothes. Then you said "All done." The zipper rustled and the door opened. "Thanks, worried I might get eaten by a bear, or a deer..."

Mark laid down, seemingly relaxed. You sat on your side of the tent, trying to clear your mind. Trying to think. Everything you've learned so far swimming in your mind.

How old the camp sites are, how Mark and Ethan are seemingly immortal. How campers seem to vanish, how GERALD vanished! And now Ethan calling you Mo... was he gonna say mori? Death? What did that even mean? Was it an accident? You didn't think anything was an accident here. Not when you randomly show up at some spooky summer camp out of nowhere with hardly any memories.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Asks Mark.

"Um, how we lost at tug of war..." you lied.

"Yeah, that sucked... but we killed it at the three legged race, am I right??"

You laughed softly, but you weren't amused. You looked around the tent for a few seconds before laying down. You sighed deeply, but quiet enough not for him to hear. "I think it's time to sleep," you said. "You know, good rest and all..."

"Of course, of course. Goodnight y/n..." said Mark, rolling over. He was still laying down, stiff, outside of his sleeping bag. You curled up in yours, wanting some feeling of safety. "Y'know y/n," started Mark, "you always seem so tense. Try to enjoy camp. It is only a week, and you can make friendships that last... forever..."

Mark sounded sad... distant and somber, like remembering something. You could tell something was off. You didn't reply, you didn't want to.

After what felt like an eternity, with Mark still in the same position after hours of laying down, you remember your eyes closing finally and falling asleep.

And then you awoke.

You weren't sure how much later. You just remember waking up to the door opening. You looked, and saw it open, and saw Mark gone. A cool breeze rustled the open tent flap. You sat up, heart beginning to race. You heard leaves rustling and wind howling. Like before a storm, but without the rain. You climbed onto your feet and cautiously peeked outside, your whole torso outside the tent.

Then you saw them. A man in a white suit, a man in a black one, in the distance at the edge of the forest, chatting it seemed. You ducked back into the tent a moment, looking around more cautiously, barely peeked out.

All the other tents were dark, oddly so. And closed and quiet. Like a silence fell over the camp site. Like they all... were in a dead sleep...

You climbed out of the tent, the site being dark enough for you to sneak around in. You hid behind other tents, and rocks, and anything you could.

You were about to go around another tent, when you caught a glimpse of a white pant leg, and you immediately hid behind the tent again, holding your breath. They were right there, talking.

"We've only got five days," said a voice that sounded like Counselor Ethan. But, different... more serious...

"Yes but we have her this time," said a voice, oddly similar to Counselor Mark.

"These hosts will not last forever."

"They've lasted this long."

"And if we cannot.... if we fail before they leave...."

"We won't, my friend. We will find peace again... I promise."

"Yes, peace... momento mori?"

"Momento mori, unus... annus..."

Then you watched them begin to walk towards your tent. What the fuck? Peace? Hosts?? You saw the man in the black suit approach a different tent, as the white suited one headed back to yours. They also looked like Ethan and Mark, but for some reason you didn't want to believe that to be true... The black suited one opened a tent, and pulled out a sleeping camper, and then laid the kid on the rocky ground. What was he....? He wrapped his hands around the kid's throat, and suddenly you realized what was happening.

"Don't-!" You burst out without realizing it.

He looked up, seeing you there. "Mori... can it be...?"

He stood, and turned to you, and you saw the man in the white suit begin to approach as well.

You panicked, turned, and ran, straight into the dark, windy, silent woods.

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To be continued! Sooooo it took a million years to get part two, I know I know. But its here now, right? Sorry guys. A lot happened, and I know many are still hurting after the channel ended. But, here this is, for who ever is still waiting for it.

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bilgisticallykosher · 3 years ago

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5: Making Our Own Sensory Deprivation Tank

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Sensory Deprivation Tanks allow you to slip away from the noise of reality. The physical world melts away to reveal a deeper understanding of one's self and the world as a whole. But they're expensive. So we made our own.

Word count: 4254

Warnings: cursing, non-sexual nudity, sexual innuendo, sexual jokes and humor, "attempted" murder, drowning sort of?, "attempted" drowning, mild body horror in the end card.

Thanks to @callboxkat for helping me to decide between songs for Janus to sing, like, over a year ago.

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THOMAS ANNUS, THOMAS ANNUS

Janus and Remus were in a bathroom with a filled bathtub. Janus was sitting on the edge of the foot of the tub, feet on the floor, Remus was squatting near the faucet, elbows resting on his knees.

"Sensory deprivation tanks have become very popular," Janus steepled his fingers together. "They provide the user with a sensation of death."

"Or life!"

"Exactly. An in-between, suspended between the two, not knowing what comes before or after."

"A perfectly perfunctory purgatory of precise pinpointed pandemonium!" Remus threw his arms up, hands flopping over.

"But another thing that sensory deprivation tanks are," he gestured smoothly, palm flat up across the room, "is expensive."

"So we decided to make our own! With half the cost and double the danger!" Remus made jazz hands, and Janus rolled his eyes.

"I don't think there's anything that dangerous here." He leaned down to peer at the label on a big bag.

"It is if you're doing it right!" Janus sighed, then turned back to the camera.

"We're doing this to bring the experience of death to you."

"And us!" He tilted his head sharply. "Mostly us." He turned to Janus. "So, what's the main ingredient in these sepfuary desperation tankers?" Joan, still behind the camera, laughed loudly.

"PFFFT!" Janus laughed, "What the hell was that?" He grinned smarmily. "Did you forget how to speak?"

"Sometimes my brain works too quickly for my mouth!" Remus pouted, crossing his arms. "It's not my fault the human body can't fully handle my genius."

"Oh is that what we're calling it now?"

"Anyway, the main ingredient?" He looked at the tub. "Aside from water, at any rate."

"Salt."

"Salt!" Remus shout-agreed, pulling out a box of kosher salt. "Fuels summoning circles, our salty nature, and," he gestured to Janus.

"Sensory deprivation tanks," he finished smoothly. "But not that kind of salt."

"I still have some of those saline packets," he gestured behind himself, jerking his thumb. "Should I grab-"

"Epsom salt," he cut off. "That's what's in these giant bags." He tapped a little on the top of one of them. "In fact, let's get this started now." He pulled on the plastic handle. It didn't lift. Janus side-eyed the camera, and casually gripped it with two hands. He tugged. Nothing continued to happen. "I'm better than this," he hissed. He drummed his fingers again in thought.

He decided. "Remus!"

"Sir, yes, sir!" He saluted.

"Lift this and open it above the bathwater."

"Absolutely!" He grinned, looking excited as he scrambled over. He grabbed the bag with two hands, and gently removed it from Janus's grip.

"We should be careful with-" but Remus had already hefted it up into the air over the tub. It hovered there for a moment, which was just enough time for Remus to summon his morningstar, reel it back, and slam into the bag. The bag tore, spilling salt all over the water. A few handfuls rained down on Janus's hat, and he glared at Remus.

"Now you're as salty as your personality!" Remus reached up, and ruffled his hand through his hair, dislodging the salt.

"Joy," he deadpanned. He turned around, his head out of shot, grabbed his hat off, and gently tapped the salt off of the brim into the water. He put his hat back on, turning back around. Remus stuck his morningstar into the bath, stirring it around.

"Do we need more?"

"Well, each bag is forty pounds," he hesitated.

"And how salty does it have to be?" Remus prompted.

"As the dead sea." Janus shot back. He raised an eyebrow, "that's the one you float in, right?"

"I float in a lot of things." Remus wiggled his eyebrows.

"Well, we want to experience death. So dead sea it is." Remus cocked his head, pulling his morningstar out of the water.

"River Styx is deader," he idly scratched his back with his weapon. Janus brought a hand up to his chin, contemplatively.

"This is true. You'll just have to take a trip there to find out how salty it is." Janus waved him off. "Do let me know the results."

"I think the only components they have there are water and the souls of the damned." He swung his morningstar back around.

"Pity. We're fresh out."

"We're out of water?!" Remus gaped. Janus snorted behind his hand.

"Put the second bag in," Remus grabbed the second bag. "Carefully." Remus pouted, and grumpily used a spike from his star to tear open a corner. Janus turned to address the camera again. "Now, we have here a small sports and action video camera, capable of being mounted and attached, with underwater capabilities," Remus started pouring the second bag into the tub. "That way, we can share the experience at home."

"Yeah! Come die with us! Via the GoPro, or whatever that long, stupid name you said was." Janus rolled his eyes, but let the matter drop. He began to shimmy his whole body up and down with the bag. Janus sighed. "Is this stuff supposed to melt? It's a little crunchy in there."

"Well you are supposed to float." He peered into the water. "Maybe you're just suspended by the rocks." Janus smirked.

"Ooh, let's just get a giant boulder!" Remus grinned back, still shimmying. "Then we'll float real good!"

"You have to still be in the water, though." Janus pointed out, amused.

"What, like all of you or just like a toe or something is good?" He shook the last of the salt out.

"Well, possibly, but knowing you, you'd just sever a toe and huck it into the water." He made a throwing motion. "And the rest of you would just be dry."

"But floating!" He tilted his head. "That toe thing is a good idea, though. They drink that in parts of Canada, could probably make a quick buck." Janus squinted, taken aback.

"They what."

"Yeah, there's some shot that they make from a gangrene toe," he explained with a flippy hand. "It's cold up there, y'know, so I guess it happens often enough. The Sourtoe cocktail!" He got the last of the salt out of the bag, and chucked it over his shoulder. "It started because-"

"Listen," Janus held up a hand, stopping him, "We've got death to experience, there's no time for toe talk." Remus pouted, while Janus peered into the tub. "Hm. It probably won't irritate our skin," Janus mused. "Incidentally, you're going first." Remus let out a whoop, reaching down near his feet, and peeling his clothing off in one upwards motion. A big black censor box popped up to cover his general genital area.

"Ta-dah!" He flung his arms up over his head.

"We discussed this, you weren't supposed to be naked," Janus frowned.

"Gasp!" He said, as opposed to actually gasping. "You're right!" He covered his nipples with his hands and turned his head away. "DON'T LOOK AT ME!" He faced his head forward again, grin present as though it'd never left. "Hey editor, put in a really big censor on my dick euphemism." The black censor box changed to an elephant head, its trunk long and centered.

"Put on. Your shorts." Janus gritted through his teeth. "I don't care if it's boxers or swim trunks, but we discussed that you would not. Be. Naked!"

"Uuuuuuuugh," Remus whined, body becoming floppy as he tilted his torso to one side. "Fine." He grumpily grabbed a bathing suit from the ground and tugged them up. They were green, and read 'Penis Inside' on the front. He crossed his arms, still pouting, "Are you happy now? I changed for you," Janus stared at him.

"Yes, I know," Janus un-tensed.

"I didn't even wear the ones with the little penii on it," Remus added.

"Yes, I know."

"That's plural of penis!"

"Yes, I know."

"Alright, let's get kinky!" He grabbed his shirt and waved it around. "We're going as full syncopatey dispatchers as possible!" Janus cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. Remus shrugged. "I got excited!"

"Well, put that on, anyway." Janus rolled his eyes, and grabbed a pair of big headphones from the side, waving them at him. Remus snatched them, holding them in between his legs as he wrapped the shirt around his eyes, tying it behind his head. The torso of the garment hung in front, down to his chest. "Not like that," Janus sighed. "Must you make everything difficult for me?"

"Tie me up right, Jaddy," he turned around, wriggling, facing the knot of the shirt towards Janus. "That's Janus and daddy." He paused, "Or jean daddy!" Janus whapped him on his head with two fingers. "Ow!" He exclaimed with a wide grin on his face.

Janus untied the shirt, taking it off completely, and rolled it into itself, so it was cylindrical. Remus was humming to himself, eyes closed, shifting from one foot to another as he waited. He wrapped it around Remus's eyes again, tying it firmly in place. He gave an extra tug that seemed a little harsher than it should be.

"You're done. Headphones on." Remus did so, lewdly grabbing the headphones from between his legs, and placing them on his head with a flourish. "And now, step into your death pool."

"Deadpool?!" Remus shouted, much louder than he needed to. "It's hard to hear you through these headphones!"

"Perfect." Janus nodded to himself. He jolted slightly, looking from Remus to the bathtub and back. "Hm. This, might be a problem." Remus began to clap far away and then closer to his face to see if he could hear himself. Janus put a hand on his chin, then looked at the camera. "Joan, do you think if he trips and falls on his way, anyone would believe it's an accident?"

"I dunno," they responded. "You think it's worth the risk?" Janus turned back to look at Remus, who clapped right on top of his nose, looked around, confused, then did it again. Janus silently looked back at Joan. "Okay, but you should probably help him anyway."

"Ugh, fine, spoilsport." He strode over to Remus, and lifted one end of the headphones off of his ear. "Alright, come on, I need to help guide you to the tub." Remus laid the headphones around his neck. "Joan says I shouldn't kill you."

"They what?!" Remus screeched, turning completely the wrong direction to look at Joan. "Spoilsport!"

"That's what I said," Janus smirked, walking over to him. "Now come here," he patted his shoulders, "let's get you dead-adjacent." And he tugged him gently by the shoulders, leading him over to the bathtub. "Left leg," Remus dutifully lifted it, "forward" and flailed his foot around until it touched water, then plunged it in.

"I got it from here, Janny Bananny," and swung himself around into the tub. Janus clapped, once.

"Bravo," he grabbed the GoPro, "put the headphones back on."

"We gettin' some tunes on this thing?" Remus asked as he adjusted them back up around his ears, sliding only one ear cover on.

"I'll see what I can do," he rolled his eyes. "Maybe I'll serenade you."

"Oooooh!" He wiggled his butt, sloshing the water around the tub. "Now all we need is some rubber duckies!" He snapped the second cover over his other ear. Janus placed the GoPro in his hands, and Remus felt around the camera. "Is this the lens?!" He shouted, rubbing his fingers over what did, in fact, appear to be the lens.

"Yes!" Janus harshly tapped his wrist. "Now stop smudging it!"

"I don't know what you said!" Remus grinned. "Hey, you know, if we peed in here you'd never know!" He put his hands behind his head, camera in hand acting like a pillow. "It's already warm! And crunchy from the salt!" He hummed. "I bet it'd taste delicious!"Janus ignored him as he prattled on, and turned back to Joan's camera.

"Alright, so, in normal sensory deprivation tanks, they're, well, tanks." Janus gestured to the open bathtub. "So what we need here is a cover to be more enclosed. Luckily, we have an actual cover." He gestured in a different direction, and the camera panned to where the empty salt bags were. "It's a bed cover. Or blanket as it is sometimes known." He went over to grab it as Joan focused on Remus again, still talking.

"I don't know, I mean! It's nice! But I'm not floating!" He was waving the GoPro around in wide figure eights around his head. Janus grabbed the blanket, walking back over to Remus. "I think I'm supposed to be floating! Maybe the water needs to be seasoned more?!" Janus hefted the blanket, placing it on top of Remus. "I'm not exactly feeling anything! Not even the pee that I may or may not have added to it!" He pulled it over his head.

"There we go," Janus smiled calmly. "Perfect enclosure."

"Hey, it's darker in here!" The blanket by Remus's head moved as though he were moving his arms underneath it. "Am I being smothered?! You're doing it really badly!" Janus left the camera screen. "I can still breathe and everything! Also it feels really soft and blanket-y!" Janus came back on, dragging a chair with him. It was a padded, wheely one. "Is this a blanket?!"

"Oh my god, shut up and experience death!"

"What?!"

"Shut up!"

"Oh okay!" Janus sighed out in relief. Then, "So what am I supposed to do now?!"

"You're supposed to be not talking, so that you can get the experience of a sensory deprivation chamber, so shut up and deprive your senses, already!" Janus was breathing harshly from the force of the yell.

"... I'm bored!" Janus let his head fall back in frustration. "I'm gonna play with the GoPro!" There was more splashing, and movement under the blanket. "Okay, viewers, so here I am, getting my secretaries desolated." Janus massaged his temples, before turning to the camera. The background music swelled, and Janus took on a deeper, more narrator-like voice.

"So, in theory, the idea of a sensory deprivation chamber is that you become unfocused on your senses." Remus continued talking to the GoPro in the background. The music stopped, and Janus's voice went from more intense to more casual. "Not just the usual five that you're taught in school, either, which is a bunch of garbage, by the way," the music resumed again, getting louder as he spoke, "and instead, you focus internally, and if you concentrate your efforts, really feel the sensations of death, you'll be able to improve yourself, to make yourself, unstopp-"

"HEY JAN!" Janus physically flinched, turning towards him. The music stopped. "I'm not feeling any sensations of death!" Janus stared at the bundle of motion under the blanket.

"Are you telling me you can hear m-"

"I feel like I'm in soup!" Janus sighed and put his head on his hands. "But chunky, because the salt's still intact! Is it supposed to melt?! Because it's not! Here, I'll get a close-up!" Janus was mumbling under his breath. "Hey, can this GoPro go in water?!" Janus sighed very heavily, and lifted his head, rolling his eyes.

"Yes."

"Down she goes!" Janus snorted, startled, and it turned into a laugh. There were heavy swishing noises from within Remus's bathtub cocoon. "I'm giving the GoPro the experience of a tsunami!"

"Okay, tell you what," Janus put his hands up as if in surrender. He walked back over to the chair. "What if I soothe you with some water-themed white noise?"

"We have a white noise machine?!"

"No," he sat down. "Shh-"

"I can't hear the CD!" He brought up a hand to his headphones.

"Put that hand back!" Janus said sharply. "You'll feel the low vibrations. And it's not A CD," Janus crossed his legs. "I'm making the sounds myself. "Shh-"

"CA-CAW! CA-CAW!" Janus jumped, eyes wide, startled.

"This isn't a group activity!"

"Just trying to help!"

"Help by shutting up!" He glared before attempting again. "Shhhwshhhhh! Shwoooshhh. Shhhhhhhhhh!"

"Are you going to do more than waves?!" Remus shifted under the blankets. "Just waves is boring!"

"More like wave goodbye to your life if you don't shut your mouth," Janus mumbled under his breath. He sighed. "I was getting to that." He rolled his neck. "If only you'd been more patient and shut up, you would have heard that."

"Neither of those sound like me!" He cackled from underneath. "Go back to the death threats! That was fun!"

"No!" Janus resumed the homemade ocean sounds. "SHHHHHHH! SHHHWSHHHH! SHHHWWWSHHHHH!" He was a bit angrier about it than before. "Hhhhwwwwhhhoooo……… blup, blup blup."

"This is nice!" Remus shifted down lower. "I'm feeling pretty dead, I think! Dead people love the ocean! Especially if they've been eaten by something in it!"

"Wee-ooh," He ignored him, continuing to imitate a foghorn. "Weee-oohhh." Then a loud sucking noise interrupted him. Surprisingly, it did not come from Remus. "What was that?" The noise continued its wet slurping. "Did you kick off the drain?"

"Maybe!" He kicked a foot around a bit. "I'm not sure! Hypothetically! How would one put it back with no hands?!" There was a bunch of splashing near Remus's feet. Janus sighed, propping his leg up, and putting his head in his hands.

"You get it back in?" He raised an eyebrow, expression bored.

"No! It's just sucking on my toes!" Sure enough, there was a prominent sucking sound. Remus moved his leg up. "See?! Out!" He put his leg back in the previous position, "In!" The sound got softer. Moved his leg, "Out!" The sound got louder. "In!" He let a second pass. "Out!"

"I get it, yes. Please-"

"In!" Janus huffed, and slouched over, rubbing his face in frustration. "Hey! You ever pretend like you're a submarine and you've got a peniscope checking out the enemy territory?!"

Janus looked like he gave up hope. Not for the video going well, just in general. He got up and walked off-screen. Remus was still talking. "Don't shoot your torpedoes off too early, though!" There was a pause. "Torpeendoes!" He laughed to himself a bit. "I think that I'm gonna check out enemy territory myself! Why rely on your peniscope for something you can do yourself!" He raised up, still covered by layers of fabric, "Going down!" He sank down into the water all the way, swishing and splashing, the blanket starting to bunch up and swirl around.

Janus walked back on-screen again, clearly not in his normal outfit. He had a swim cap on his head and bathrobe on, untied. He frowned when he walked in, and looked around. He walked towards the tub, peered in…

And just under a minute after he submerged, Remus broke the surface, pulling the shirt blindfold off as he came up. "Woo!" He splashed Janus considerably, causing him to flinch and take a few steps back.

"Hey!" Remus flipped his hair back, making even more of a mess.

"Don't go underwater. It hurts." Janus's robe fell open, revealing his yellow shorts with a green snake coming around a leg, its head by the front of them. "... You sure those aren't mine?"

The video cut.

When it came back on, it had transitioned to Janus in the tub, eyes closed, relaxing back as much as possible. He had the headphones already in place.

"If I find out you peed in this, I will kill you."

"You don't gotta worry about that, my deceitful delicacy." He reached down for a shirt that was by the outside of the tub. "You just worry about relaxing, and being dead!" Janus sighed, and Remus dutifully tied the shirt around his eyes. "Today's safeword is mungbean," he gave an extra tug around it, and grabbed for Janus's hand, opening his fingers before he placed the GoPro inside.

"I thought you were trying to hold my hand," Janus let the camera roll around his fingers.

"Aw, you know nothing gets me in a romantic mood like soaking in a death bath." You could see Janus's eyebrows constrict slightly.

"Is-"

"Now now, don't worry about anything." He patted his hand. "This'll aaaaallllllllllll be over soon." Janus seemed to frown from behind the shirt. He went about tightly tucking Janus in, from his head to his feet. "Whoops, got your dick a little bit. That's okie dokie, though. Okie dickie." He ducked down to grab something.

"I'm so glad that you're telling me what I'm okay with," Janus moved the camera to his other hand, deadpan.

"You're welcome!" He stood again, and partially unrolled some duct tape off the roll he'd grabbed, with a shhhhhhk! "Now, move your head up a bit, I want to make sure this is all secure." He began wrapping the duct tape around his head a few times.

"Holy crap, Remus!" Joan accused, slightly horrified, before they laughed a little. Remus tore the strip off with his teeth, licking his mouth as he patted the tape down so that it stuck. "Delicious. Now, what's your favorite song? Serenade yourself!" Janus hummed in thought before he started up.

"Let's face the facts and come to terms, it's time to realize," Remus brightened.

"Great, now slowly lean your head back and keep going." He put a hand on his head.

"These goals are only merely hope we quickly leave behind,"

"These goats are hoes you subtly love with roving eyes!" Remus joined on top of him, singing off-key. Janus thwapped his hand and continued on his own.

"They're lies," Remus put a hand on his head, "lies," he pushed softly, "lies," he led him down to the water level, " lies," his ears were now underwater, "lieeeeees!" He kept pushing until his entire face was underneath the surface. The last held out note came out, bubbling. Janus quickly sat upright again with a gasp. "Wait, wait, hold on now. I feel as though something's a little off, here." Though his face was covered by a t-shirt, it had a distinct pinched look to it.

"Naaaaaaw, you're fine, you're good," he put his hand on his head again, and pushed insistently until Janus had sunk down again, this time he stopped before he submerged completely. "So? You feel closer to god?" He purred, double checking he was completely tucked in.

"If by closer to god, you mean about to get murdered, then I think so."

"Uh-huh, uh-huh," he nodded, distracted, as he gently caressed his head. "And are you feeling relaxed?" He rubbed his thumb back and forth across his nose and mouth. "Relaaaaaaaaaax."

"Okay well, now I'm feeling less relaxed by the second." He wriggled. "Did you tuck my arms in?"

"Naw, come on. Think relaxing thoughts. What's the best sleep you've ever had?" He drummed his fingers on the top of his head.

"Any one but this one."

"Just let go. Relax. Sink into it." He started pushing on his head again, and he went down those last few centimeters. Remus did not release him. Janus began to twitch. Then harder, writhing and twisting to the best of his abilities. "That's it, that's it," he stroked the top of his head, giving his forehead a few last pats as he finally stopped his movements. "Boy, he was a heavy one!" Janus suddenly rose up fully, breathing harshly. He tore down the shirt from his face, cursing. He stared at Remus, panting. Eventually, he took in enough oxygen, and said,

"My lips burn."

"Neat! How would you rate your time at the Thomas Annus Death Tub Experience?" He held two thumbs up.

"You know," he tilted his head, "I think if there hadn't been someone trying to kill me, that might have been relaxing."

"Yeah, what an asshole, we should fire that guy."

"Felt kind of like what I imagine the womb is like." His hand drifted through the water.

"I miss the womb," Remus sighed wistfully.

"Yes. Very dead in there."

"We were all dead before we were born." They stared at the camera. The clock resumed its ticking.

Endcard:

Remus was naked again, censor in place.

"Alright, editors!" He pointed towards the camera. "It's time for hard mode," he gyrated his hips for emphasis. "Ready? Let's go!" He pointed at the camera, "Something long!" The censor turned into a giraffe's neck. "Something small!" A giant termite nest in the dirt, tall and bustling with tiny termite activity. "Something sweet!" A candy cane, hook facing up, tied nicely with a fancy bow. "Something salty!" A big, twisted soft pretzel.

Remus cracked his knuckles until they cracked off, each hanging by a thin strip of skin. He shook his hands out, and they realigned, fusing together again. "Something curvy!" A corkscrew popped into censorship existence. "Something straight-" a long yardstick, "-as my thinking!" The yardstick flickered, instead a graph with a sin curve charted on it hovered in its place. "Now the same thing, but straight as in orientation!" The graph turned rainbow colors.

"Now just let my dick hang out!" A picture of a plate of spotted dick. Remus looked around excitedly. "Did that work?" The pudding wobbled in a distressing way. The camera cut off.

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#sanders sides #remus sanders #janus sanders #joan the camera operator #ta chapter #my stories

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deceptive-jo · 3 years ago

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Whumptober 2021 - Digging your grave

It start in December 2019 when Author gets caught by the consequences of his own actions.

Words: 1533

(Our death gods making an appereance in the year 2021? Mire likely than you think.)

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The Author awoke to the persistent sound of knocking. “Ath…”, his boyfriend blinked up at him in confusion and he had to supress a groan when he saw how early it still was. “Don’t worry about it, darling.” He slipped down the stairs, not bothering much to change. Anyone that woke him before 8 on a Sunday was gonna have to deal with him in a morning robe. Not his fault. Barely swallowing a yawn he swung open the entrance door, “Whatever could you want at fucking seven am-“ The rest of the rant got stuck in his throat as his eyes fell onto the two entities looking down on him. “What the hell are you two doing here?”

So now he was pacing around his living room, fully clothed and never turning away from the two gods that seemed to grow more irritated with every turn. Good. “Allen-“ “Not my name.” The Author shot a glare towards Per- Unus, careful not to let his eyes wander too far towards the burning mass of blinding fire searing next to him. “You don’t look good.” Oh look, the mass of pain finally speaks! “Yeah, well maybe shoving supernatural powers into a poorly researched human body wasn’t your best idea of the last century, Obitus?” “Not my name.”

Oh, and he could just hear the smirk at having gotten back at him for ‘talking back’. Author had to shoot down his instinct to glare at him too. Not worth the trouble. “But you really don’t look good.”

“Since when do you care? I didn’t even know you were back and suddenly you show up at my house at the ass-crack of dawn and act all worried”, he narrowed his eyes in suspicion, “What is your deal now?” Unus threw up his hands up in surrender, honestly looking offended at the accusation. “We don’t have a deal. Not yet anyway, we just arrived here a few days ago.” “Three weeks, actually”, Annus butted in. “Yeah…or that”, Unus looked rightly embarrassed but Author wasn’t fooled from the slight blush creeping up his neck.

“Bullshit. You only come to me when you need something. So what is it?” “What’s there possibly for us to need that you could provide, kid?” The writer could sense Annus crossing his arms as the faux-body shimmered into existence over his actual form. Fucking finally. “I dunno. Housing, connection…have you figured out if you need food yet?” “We don’t”, Unus admitted in a small voice. Of course, fucker hated being caught in a lie.

“Well then I suggest you hike your sorry flesh bags back through the woods and ask our ‘family’ for shelter. The Iplier’s have quite the beautiful mansion with enough room to house you two. Or perhaps a visit to the Crank Mansion should suffice?” Now, he did feel bad about sending them to the Crank Egos, the Ipliers…not so much. But still, anywhere was better that in his fucking house!

“We’ll visit the Crankgameplays Egos later”, Annus expression remained guarded. Seemed like he had to press further, “Not the Iplier Egos?” Unus’s blush darkened into a deep grey at that, Annus’ scowl deepening. “We already tried that…got kicked out.” Author’s head snapped around at that. “You what?! You had three weeks at most, it took me two months to get kicked out of that place. Whatever the hell did you do?” Annus gaze finally shot up at that, eyes glowing and Author had to be quick to look away again. “It’s not important.”

Yes it was, it fucking was if they had endangered Host- “Your brother is fine.” Annus voice drilled into his skull, white eyes still trained on him. That bitch- “No need for further insults, Allen.” “Oh, shut up already”, The Author hissed, all restrain gone as he darted forward, just barely catching himself before he could grab the entities collar, “and get out of my fucking head!”

Annus feigned calmness at the aggressive approach but where he could get into Author’s mind Author could read him practically perfectly. And now he could see the uncertainty shining in those eyes. Oh yeah, stay vigilant motherfucker. “We knew you two were here, of course we wanted to see you”, Unus chimed in from the side, watching their confrontation with shifty eyes. “Well, you saw that we were doing well, still powerful and all, so you can move along now!”

“We can’t.” Those two words alone made Author’s entire body freeze up. “We have a set time for our presence. One year. Not more, not less.” The Ego felt his throat go dry as he pressed out, “What happens then?” Annus shrugged his shoulders, seeming all too unbothered by the situation for such a controlling being. “Who knows. Oblivion? Fading? Possibly the void-“ “So you’ll die? Actually die?” They couldn’t die. If there were anyone in this dimension that couldn’t die it was these two… “Think of it as retirement. We won’t fully die until you two fade away, of course.”

That…yeah. It was a simple statement, declared with such clarity, as if they weren’t talking about eternity, about the fates of two people, already etched in stone for the foreseeable time of their existence. Author felt like suffocating, unable to talk or move, just staring ahead at the two gods in belatedly-realized horror. “You knew this was going to happen, Allen.” Yeah, he sure had. God, what an idiot he had been.

“You’re free to stay here”, the words were hollow as they came out and he tried not to pay too much attention to Annus’ smug expression. Marc wouldn’t- couldn’t mind. Because all of the sudden the thought of them somewhere off in the city didn’t sit well with Author. No, he needed them here for supervision…and support. He would have to ask question, prepare somehow…and maybe for once it would be good to have someone to talk to openly- even if that someone was a huge dick. So, they’d stay.

It was just a year, he reminded himself, a year and then eternity.

“This entire year was a hit-show.” “Oh, I don’t know”, Unus eyed his cards with calm curiosity, “I quite enjoyed the experience. It felt very…human?” Author snorted as he set down the ace. “Please, as if you’d ever get a concept of humanity.” Unus shrugged, largely unbothered, as he bumped Mike who kept falling asleep and was probably drooling onto his cards again, “Still, I think it helped.” No-one at the table wanted to mention how it didn’t matter anyway, how none of their knowledge or experience would mean anything anymore in a week. “A pity we couldn’t go through with all of our plans, though.” “That is also the human experience”, the Host leaned forward, quiet narrations pushing apart the fog around the black-glad entity to allow for a better View of their cards. That’s when Annus and his inability to read a room entered. “How is everyone feeling?” “Oh, mostly trying not to think about the inevitable, actually. So I’d really appreciate it if you could follow that example.” Annus’ knitted his eyebrows in irritation at the snide answer but didn’t respond further for once as his partner pulled him down next to him.

Just one more week and then eternity.

“It doesn’t hurt.” It wasn’t a question but Annus nodded his head regardless. Not that Author noticed as his eyes were fixed on the memorial in front of him. Two life-sized entities stood beside each-other, infinite gaze trained upon the horizon. He knew two more would appear soon, he hadn’t been able to help himself. Annus shifted so he was properly seated next to him, see-through form shimmering with a constant white aura. Author didn’t need to know that Unus looked the same from where they were crouched next to his brother. And just this one moment he didn’t mind the thought of eternity. Death was inescapable after all and whatever was in front of them could hardly be worse than what they were leaving behind.

His mind drifted back to his friends, family…he’d bid Bim goodbye a few weeks ago but he’d be able to guide his other husband home at least. Yes, home…more an idea than anything else, if you really thought about it. The Host’s hand tightened around his, as if aware of his thought process. Or maybe it was the same, they both had to watched their loved ones leave them over the last month. Author was all-too aware of Dark’s and Wilford’s presence, asking to be beckoned closer. Just for once, he supposed, they could indulge them. Author didn’t break position as he reached his shaking right hand back. Didn’t need to as rough fingers closed around his, as dark tendrils of a cracking aura sneaked over his shoulder to press against his cheek. He allowed himself a short smile, infested with despair as he shot a last glance towards his brother, intertwined hands turned completely grey by now. The Host’s smile wasn’t big but it was there and everything the Author concentrated on as he slowly felt the feeling in his body leaving. Not long now.

Just one more minute and then eternity.

#whumptober2021 #no.30 #major character death #ghosts #markiplier egos #fic #death tw #swearing #the author #the host #unus #annus #their anniversary is coming up #i deserve a little lore fic #as a treat #my storyline

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abbybubbls · 4 years ago

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I wish I could make a long meaningful post like everybody else is doing for the end of Unus Annus, since we’re all saying goodbyes to it, talking about how much the channel meant to everybody and such, but... I’ve got nothing. I guess I have so much to say that I can’t say any of it... or do I not have enough to say? I dunno. I just feel bittersweet. I’m very sad that it’s ending, but I’m also very excited about it, too. Mostly excited because Mark and Ethan get to work on their own separate projects, and because they’ll make more projects together whenever they want in the future and it’s not on their daily schedule!

I like to think of Unus Annus as a show that ended right where it needed to end. 2020 was a shit year for everybody, and I think this channel was a perfect distraction from all the chaos that happened. The channel has helped everybody get through whatever rut they’ve been stuck in this year, and for me, it was just anxiety and loneliness. Unus Annus is basically what Mark and Ethan’s main channels do for me anyway, they make me feel less lonely, and I’m very happy about that.

Now, since 2020 itself is almost over, Unus Annus will let go of our hand tomorrow, saying, “We’re glad we could help you through this year! Now go make yourself happy! Try new things! Cherish what you have! We may be gone, but we’ll still be in your memory in ways more than one!”

🤍🖤 Momento Mori, Unus Annus 🖤🤍

- Abby

#abby chats #unus annus #markiplier #crankgameplays #amy nelson #planet peebles #amyplier #does evan have a tag #evan the cameraman #momento mori

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raisansgrapeon · 4 years ago

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My Goodbye to Unus Annus

I’m really waiting to kinda give this, because I just ignore problems till the last moment.

Unus Annus really consumed my life for the last month or so. It’s just the way my brain works. When I find something I like, I hyper fixate till the fixation wears off and then I find a new thing.

This was different though.

Normally, I can draw and pull my mind away from my hyper fixation, even if it’s a bit difficult. But when I started watching Unus Annus, all I could do for a whole week was watch this channel. Partially due to the anxiety of missing videos and the timer, which was at about 48 days when I joined in, and partially because I have always found Mark and Ethan’s dynamic to be insanely funny to me, being a long time fan of Markiplier Makes. It was honest to god terrifying to be so deep in watching the videos that I could not get myself to draw for an entire week, when I’ve drawn nearly every day of my life. That was kinda the reason I waited so long to get into it. I knew this would happen, just not to that extent.

Since I caught up, I’ve been able to draw, and read, and actually do college work, but I’m still investing so much of my brain space to this channel. It’s amazing. I have loved so many of these videos and it hurts seeing it go even though I know it was going to happen. I blew over 100 dollars on merch for this channel. I’ve watched Preserving Ourselves in Wax and The Truth of Unus Annus so many times I might as well be able to recite them verbatim. It’s been a wild month for me, catching up and keeping up, and I’m sure for many, it’s been a wild year.

So just... Thank you? I dunno this is really badly formatted my english professor would have my head for this monstrosity of an essay.

Thank you to Mark and Ethan for making this in the first place, sticking to it for a whole ass year, and for every single video you made. They’ve made me laugh so hard I couldn’t breathe, cry on a few occasions(i swear it was because of the onions), and really think about myself and what I could do with myself.

Thank you to Amy and Evan for putting up with those two, and for shooting these videos. No one could see these moments without you guys! And you are also damn funny when you cut in! Thank you Amy for your vast pool of creative contributions. Thank you Evan for the Pee Trilogy. It may not seem like an accomplishment, but you made it happen anyway and honestly, we are all indebted to you for the well of comedy you have provided. I hope Bodhi is doing well.

Thank you to the editors for making each video that much funnier with zooms, comments, and general composition. You have a very hard job at your hands to enhance your source material, and you do it wonderfully. The channel would be half as funny as it is without your hard work. Despite what people may have said on the unedited video, Unus Annus would not be what it is without you all.

And thank you to the community here on Tumblr. You all make amazing things. Stunning artworks, smooth melodies, and memes that almost made me break a fuckin rib. You all have made this experience that much more memorable. There may be archives that defy what the channel is meant to be, but I can rest assured knowing that I got to experience something truly special because of you all. You can’t recreate the moment of explosion on the Unus Annus tag when a new video drops. That’s special to the now, right down to the last second. We have this moment together, and you are all what have made this journey special for me.

I’ve made a post before waxing poetic about how Unus Annus art and what not shouldn’t be taken down, and I still stand by that. I don’t think anyone should feel obligated to delete their art of this channel. It’s a memory frozen in time, and we can still create art for this channel after it’s death. I don’t want to forget this channel, and art helps us remember. Do what you will, but I firmly believe that the art made here is something that should be cherished and preserved, just like our memories of this channel.

Anyway, uh... Thank you.

Thank you for the memories.

Thank you for the laughs and the cries.

Thank you for the hard work and dedication.

Thank you for existing in this moment with me.

It’s been a pleasure getting to know about this Unus Annus.

See you at the stream.

#unus annus #unusannus #raisans has some thoughts #unus annus is over party

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pacifistcowboy · 4 years ago

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i’d like to introduce; my boyes. they’re based off markiplier n crankgameplays, but more the ‘personas’ they put on in unus annus videos than their actual personalities irl.

so there’s andy, a bat, who never really thinks before he talks, n will just say random and dumb stuff as soon as it pops into his head.

he tends to just impulsively do things without any thought, which usually means he unintentionally breaks, hurt, or ruins something, but he never ever learns.

the only time he isn’t impulsive is when he’s scared of something, then he’ll completely overthink and panic and find every possible thing that could go wrong.

he feels emotions very strongly, so if he’s feelin’ good he’ll be super upbeat n energetic, if he’s feeling sad he’ll be full on miserable n minor stuff will just upset him more, if he’s scared he’ll be absolutely petrified, etc.

also he’s always that tiny bit clueless and never 100% knows what’s going on, but he tries.

n we have neo, a raccoon who is filled with rage.

he wants to be the best at everything and takes everything as a challenge.

everything andy does annoys him, but he’s still his best friend.

he is extremely short and will fight you if you point it out.

andy is also prett short but definitely not as short as neo n i also dunno if andy being short would work with how lanky his design is.

a lotta stuff about them might change, from like name to personality to design but this is them atm!

also here’s a real bad doodle of them for funsies

#oc #ocs #original character #original characters #bat #bats #raccoon #raccoons #racoon #racoons #pacifistcowboyart

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hekcle · 4 years ago

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This is a post about Unus Annus

I've been there since day one, watched the videos, smiled, laughed, got scared, worried to hell and back cause Mark and Ethan are idiots.

And all I have to say is they've made their memories and we've made ours.

I will miss the channel, but I do look forward too its deletion. Its the ending of a beautiful arc in my honest opinion.

In all fairness I never really worried about the end, I accepted it from the beginning that this was gonna end. That one day it just won't be there anymore. I dunno about how I'll feel about this when the day comes but.. Right now I'm just, accepting it.

It was fun while it lasted but not everything lasts.

Unus Annus was a fun adventure, I wish I've done more to participate but I've done what I could and that's enough for me.

I will miss Unus Annus, part of me wishes it wouldn't end but that's not the point of the channel.

I will miss Unus Annus, but I will cherish it in my memories.

I'm sorry if this post was repetitive or if I've said some things that might make people uncomfortable, I'm quite terrible at wording and getting my point across

However, all I've really wanted to say was good bye Unus Annus. It was fun while it lasted, I will watch these next 12/11 videos in reminisce.

No matter when you started to watch the channel, beginning, middle or very end. Just know that you've made memories.

I hope we can all look back at them and smile.

Memento Mori.

Unus Annus.

#unus annus #this post was all over the place probably and i apologize #but #i just wanna get this off my chest as much as i can #that i love this channel and its sad to see it go but #its okay #it was fun while it lasted #we have our memories of the channel to take with us #i hope weve all learned something from this experince tbh #or just learned somethimg in general over the year #also while i remember #my favorite video so far is accepting the truth and the very first video #i have other sprinkled favorites but those are just my very tip top favorites

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notanrp-wow · 4 years ago

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I just watched the end of Unus Annus and...

I don’t know what I was expecting.

That was the outro. It was hours of an outro. But I still somehow thought...

I don’t know.

The silence when it was over. The instant black screen. The non-existent channel.

It was so loud

So very loud

It was... a wild year. I had a lot of fun. This was the year I needed that sort of weirdness and silliness. That incredibly sincere and honest... thing.

I’ll miss it.

But I’m glad I got to be part of it. So to speak. Watching and liking and sending videos to my friends.

I didn’t think the end would... feel so much. I don’t know what it feels. But it feels a lot.

It was a good time. And I don’t have like... a twitter or anything to thank @markiplier and @crankgameplays and I don’t know if they actually run their won Tumblr's or not. So maybe they’ll never see this. I mean. It would get lost in all the shuffle anyway I’m sure. They literally had a million people on the stream tonight. But... it was good. It was somehow... important in how not important it was. It wasn’t the constant news and it wasn’t fear and it wasn’t frustration. It was a video a day that I could look forward to. And even if I didn’t like that days video, there would be one tomorrow. When I was in a depressive episode I could just... watch a bunch of them. And it was... good. And I’m glad that I’m subscribed to their individual channels because I’ve liked them both as content creators for a long time. But I think... nothing will be like this was. And nothing should be. It was. And it was good. And it’s over and I don’t know how I feel. But... There’s something to be said about the fact that it is over. As planned.

I dunno. I’m rambling I guess. Sorry

I should probably go do my homework now.

All my best.

And, since I never said it, and it feels like my last chance to,

Memento Mori

Unus Annus

#blah blah blah #Unus Annus #Memento Mori

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trashyswitch · 4 years ago

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Pocket’s New Year Reactions: 2020 Edition!

2020...boy oh boy…

I made this channel on January of 2020. And thank god I did! My blogs and participation in the tickle community, were the only thing keeping me going throughout this year! It was a really hard year but with COVID, I got to meet tons of new people, make so many friends and return to writing fanfics!

I’ve made fanfics for a very long time. 5 years, actually! But I have never felt so invested in my writing than I have this year. In 1 single year, I managed to make a total of 122 fanfictions! This year! And it all ended with my first SCP Foundation-only fanfiction: 049 and the ‘unkillable creature’.

Yup: I have really fallen down the rabbit hole this time…

But to celebrate: I wanted to recap the different fandoms I wrote for this year, the amount of fanfictions I wrote for them, the highest amount of notes I got on a fanfiction and lastly:

...Well, I’ll keep that a surprise.

So: Let’s recap all that happened on Pocket’s New Year Reactions: 2020 Edition!

Let’s a-go!

I’m gonna start off with the fandoms I wrote the least fanfictions for: The Tiny Bundles!

For the very first tiny bundle: I wrote 1 single fanfic for Luigi’s Mansion (3, to be specific).

This was a fanfic about Polterpup and Luigi bonding, as well as Mario showing up near the end. I ended up closing this fandom because as much as I liked this fanfic, I wasn’t really as interested in writing more for it.

For the second tiny bundle: The Animal Crossing Series with 1 fanfic! This fanfic was mostly about Jacksepticeye and Gabsmolders’ Animal Crossing avatars hanging out during the Coronavirus epidemic. I really liked writing for Animal Crossing, and I wanna write more for it. But, I have to come up with more ideas.

For bundle #3: 1 single Markiplier TV fanfic! This fanfic was about Wilford Warfstache, Darkiplier and Yandereplier being a family. This specific fanfic was also based on an AU made by a couple of cosplayers: One of which is no longer on TikTok, sadly. I may write more fanfics in this fandom in the future, but no guarantees…

For #4: I wrote an original work upon request from a friend. This fanfic was about a cute couple who were just being playful and bonding. I sense that I may be writing more original works in the future, but again: we’ll just have to see.

For #5: I have 4 Youtuber Fanfics that involve different fandoms. One of them was written about platonic Septiplier, the second two were on Jelix, and the fourth fanfic (and most recent) was on Unus Annus! UNUS ANNUS! I will definitely be considering writing more Unus Annus. As for any other youtubers: Maybe.

For #6: I have 3 (technically 6) fanfictions written under the SCP Foundation! Though 5 of these fanfics were technically fandom collaborations with Sanders Sides, I did make 1 single SCP Foundation-only fanfic. I do plan on continuing to write more SCP Foundation fanfics. I just don’t know if they’ll stand alone, or if they’ll be collaborations again. We’ll see.

And now onto the 3 top fandoms I wrote for this year:

In at #3: is Five Nights at Freddy’s with 25 fanfictions: I swear: 90% of these are based on the Afton Family in some way or another. I have a problem...I will most likely be writing for FNAF in the future. I still love the fandom, and I still love the lore behind it! Sooo: Upcoming FNAF fanfics!

In at #2: is the Jacksepticeye Power Hour Fandom with 31 fanfictions! I love these guys so much! It’s too bad they were kinda thrown by the wayside by a lot of the viewers...But, I’ll still be working on a couple more fanfics. Specifically The Unexpected Roommate! I LOVE THAT SERIES! I look forward to writing more of it all the time!

And #1...for the most fanfictions written: Is Sanders sides with 59 freaking fanfics! If there's a need for proof that I’m obsessed, then THIS is the proof. But, that’s okay! I love writing fanfics on this series! I will 100% continue to write fanfictions on this series. I love this series to bits, and it’s my most popular series on Tumblr as well!

And now it’s fine for: Highest Notes!

This was the part where you could really tell what fanfictions were loved by fans, and what fanfictions were thrown aside. This is all gonna be taken off Tumblr, since almost all of the fans are on it.

First one that I will proudly show: My Unus Annus fanfic with 43 notes! This fanfic was a HIT the moment it came out! I swear! ‘Ethan and Mark Experience Torture Methods (Feat. Jacksepticeye)’ was a HUGE HIT! But I think the reason everyone loved it so much, was because everyone misses Unus Annus and its relativity on YouTube. I miss it too. Memento Mori, Unus Annus.

Now I will show my top Fnaf Fanfic! Now these were very close...So:

At #3 is ‘The Grumpy Ol’ Bunny’ at 28 notes.

At #2 is a tie between ‘The Suspiciously Strange Night’ and ‘Robot Anatomy Vs. Human Anatomy’ at 36 notes.

And the #1 spot goes to: ‘Jeremy and the Mysterious Robots’ at 37 notes! You’ll see what I do with this fanfic sooner than later…

And now we move on to the top Sanders Sides fanfic! This one had a huge variety of numbers! And boy, it was hard! But worth it!

At #3, we have ‘Snakes Need Tickles Too!’ at 91 notes!

At #2 is ‘The Upside of Hoodies’ (The very first one!) at 153 notes! WOW!

And last but not least, at our #1 spot...we have: ‘Voodoo Duke-craft’ at 196 notes! How in the world- I don’t really know why it got so many notes. But: you’ll see what we do with this one as well, veeeery soon!

And now the surprise you’ve all been waiting to hear about: I’m gonna re-read and react to the two #1 spots!

‘Jeremy and the Mysterious Robots’. I’ve actually re-read this one a couple times throughout the months. I liked re-reading about anxious Jeremy! I definitely wanna write more of Jeremy. He’s an underrated character.

Here we go!

[Jeremy has heard all the rumors.]

Well, I assume he probably did some reading about it before starting there. You should know a bit about a place before you start working there...you don’t wanna end up in a dumpster fire.

[He’s heard the urban legends about the child killer in the animatronic suit, and the children’s deaths. He’s heard about the children’s corpses being shoved into the animatronic suits. He’s heard about the ghosts of the children that haunted each and every diner. He’s heard rumors about the animatronics being alive because of these children. He’s heard multiple ideas of-]

Okay, okay, we get it! He heard rumors about the lore behind Five Nights at Freddy’s. He’s heard about the murders and supernatural stuff. Skip!

[Are any of these urban legends true?

If so: why did Jeremy sign up for a job at the one place that gives people the creeps?!]

Gee...I dunno! Why WOULD you choose to take a security guard job in a place that’s still haunted? Besides: instead of hiring a security guard, why not hire an exorcist? Seems cheaper and you’d actually get a problem fixed! (Or not...we’ve all seen Annabelle…)

[It was the second night of working at this nightmarish party place. All Jeremy wanted was the paycheck at the end of the week. He did NOT sign up for this stupidity…]

Teeeechnically he DID sign up for this stupidity. He didn’t have to take this job. He could’ve waited for more job offers to come up! Even if the Phone Guy had romanticized the risky job, he did warn him that ‘the animatronics get a little quirky at night’...Jeremy could’ve just abandoned ship right then and there and quit!

[Should he have reconsidered taking the job? Maybe.]

Um, HUGE YES!

[Is he regretting taking the job? Somewhat.]

Just somewhat, huh?

[Is Jeremy gonna survive the week? God, he hoped so.]

I hope so too! Spoiler alert: he does.

[Jeremy turned on the iPad and flipped through the cameras. It looked like the party rooms were empty. Next, he checked CAM 05 and CAM 06: empty. Thank goodness. Jeremy looked at the other cameras and found out something strange: camera 11 wasn’t working! It was just showing pure static.]

Okay, here’s some behind the scenes: I had to look up two separate maps for the FNAF 2 location. One with the camera locations, and one of the overall building layout. From that, I had to determine everything for this fanfic. I would later refer to these images for future fanfics as well!

[He realized that what he was gonna do was risky. But…what other choice did he have?]

Um...Don’t go??? That’s a choice.

[Jeremy grabbed his flashlight, and walked out of the office through the small hall towards Pasillo Central.]

“WHEN WILL YOU LEARN?!?!?! WHEN WILL YOU LEARN?! THAT YOUR ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES?!?!” ~SammyClassicSonicFan, vine.

[It took a little bit, but Jeremy managed to find the problem: a black wire was unplugged…]

I actually have no idea if this was the actual confirmed problem in the FNAF series. I just made it up as I went.

[Jeremy’s eyes narrowed in curiousity. Now when did that happen? It was working perfectly fine yesterday. Who unplugged it?]

First off: Curiousity. Curio(u)sity. Do you need any more proof that I’m Canadian? XD

Second off: I actually think camera 11 never actually worked during the game. I don’t quite remember though, so don’t quote me on that.

[Jeremy decided to double check for any miswiring.]

This would prove to be a fatal mistake.

[Suddenly…a couple heavy footsteps could be heard behind the stool, in the gaming room. Jeremy froze in place. Oh god…Is that what he thinks it is?]

“It was at this moment he knew...he fucked up.” ~McCulley Quinn, Vine

[Jeremy could feel the presence of a super tall figure behind him…Jeremy, growing extremely intimidated and anxious, slowly turned himself around to look the animatronic in the face.]

[...The first thing he noticed, was that the animatronic was brown. A chocolate-shade of brown with an orange hue on its belly and inner face.]

I wonder...Just WHO COULD IT BE?

Just kidding. It’s Freddy Fazbear.

[The eyes were open wide, staring at Jeremy with its light blue iris’s.]

Hmm...Hold on-

*aggressive typing noises*

Okay. Just had to double check. He does in fact, have blue iris’s.

[Jeremy just stared back at it, looking at the big bear as the visibly shaky flashlight shone onto it.]

Hehehehe...Anxious boi. Shouldn’t have chosen the haunted job, Jeremy!

[“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!” Freddy shouted.]

🎶Do you hear that sound?🎶

[Jeremy shouted-]

🎶That beautiful sound?🎶

[-and threw his flashlight up in terror.]

🎶That is the sound, of, clean, white, shorts turning brown!🎶

🎶TORTURE AND PAIN!🎶

Beautiful Sound - Beetlejuice soundtrack (sorry not sorry)

[Jeremy jumped and quickly attempted to take a few steps back…only for his body to fall much more backwards than he wanted!]

“Nice job, dickface!” ~Anthony, Smosh: Pokemon In Real Life

[“WELCOME EVERYBODY, TO FREDDY FAZBEAR’S PIZZA!” the animatronic shouted. “I’M FREDDY FAZBEAR, AND I’D LIKE TO WISH YOU, THE BIRTHDAY BOY, A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” the voice declared very loudly.]

HAHA! That’s not creepy at all! *Michael Jackson moonwalks the fuck outta there*

[Everything went silent for a moment or two. “…Kill you?” the same voice said.]

WhAaAaAaAt?! A TwIsT tHaT eVeRyOnE sAw CoMiNg?! X’D

[“He fell off the stool, and I caught him.” Freddy explained.]

Freddy Fazbear nearly saves Jeremy from a concussion, a skull fracture or a brain bleed!

[“Now that I mention it, he hasn’t thanked me yet.” Freddy mentioned.]

Dude!

[“Oh-um…Thank you…for catching me.” Jeremy finally said.]

Good boy. *pats the man’s head, even though he’s technically older than me*

[“Are you gonna kill me? Shove me into a suit? Leave my dead body to rot inside the suit?!” Jeremy asked, still overwhelmed with anxiety.]

This guy’s gonna need some whiskey after this incident.

[“It looks like Mr. Emily hired another 'daredevil’ night guard. Do you really believe those rumors?” Chica asked.]

In case you didn’t get the twist before: the animatronics are NOT gonna kill him. Why? Because my fluffy ass doesn’t like writing about confirmed death. (At least, not yet...I later write ‘Don’t Release the Spirits’...

[“That’s a big child.” Chica commented.

“He’s grown up. He’s a male, grown up child.” Freddy corrected.]

Another reminder of the obvious: Jeremy is an AdULT in this fanfiction! He is not a ChiiiLD! XD

[“Flip him over.” Chica suggested.

“Okay.” Freddy replied.]

Insert long montage of Jeremy getting flipped over by animatronics who don’t know how to handle humans.

[“Let me go!” Jeremy yelled at Freddy, still pushing against Freddy’s fingers.

“He’s wiggling a lot. Is he having a temper tantrum?” Freddy asked curiously. Chica looked at the squirming, frustrated man in Freddy’s grasp.]

Ha ha funny? Get it? Cause he’s an adult? And he’s being treated like a child?

XD I’m just being silly. I actually found this part fun to write.

[“I think so.” Chica replied. “Try throwing him up in the air and catching him. I’ve seen parents do it. Kids love it!” Chica suggested.

Jeremy’s eyes widened in horror. Was he about to be thrown up like a toddler and caught by an animatronic?!]

Spoiler alert: Yes.

Insert long montage of Jeremy nearly shitting his pants while Freddy Fazbear breaks many laws against mishandling of an adult male, and extreme negligence if he were a child. May we advise that these animatronics are NEVER made in the future.

[By the time the sixth throw and catch had happened, Jeremy was visibly shaking in the arms of the animatronic. Jeremy’s face was visibly traumatized.]

HmMmMm...I wOnDeR wHy?!

[Without any warning, Chica fluttered the finger up and down, on Jeremy’s exposed neck. Jeremy’s body jumped and curled inwards to cover up the spot. A squeal left Jeremy’s mouth before he began flailing his hands towards the finger’s direction to stop it.]

Voila! Tickles! They have finally arrived!

[Jeremy’s eyes widened to the side of saucers! He began protesting as much as possible. “No, please! L-look! I’m feeling a lot better! See? I don’t need tickles!” Jeremy pleaded, putting on a fake smile to prove it.]

Probably any other time, this probably would’ve worked.

[But, Chica was persistent!]

But of course, it doesn’t. Because y’all wanted tickles? You’re getting your tickles!

[“Yeah! You were being a naughty little boy with a really bad attitude. I think you deserve some cheer-up tickles for that.” Freddy added, unintentionally teasing him.]

I think those tickles were a little more intentional than ya thought…

[“What- What are you doing?” Jeremy yelled. Freddy removed the slip-on shoe off of Jeremy’s foot, and let it fall to the floor with a loud clap. “Hey! Put my shoe back!” Jeremy yelled.]

But why would they do that, when they clearly wanna tickle your feet?

[“Here: Your turn to hold him.” Freddy said, before throwing Jeremy old-granny style over to Chica.]

UH…

[Jeremy was NOT ready for that. No human should ever be ready for being thrown like that! It’s impossible usually. But if it IS possible, It’s always frowned upon for being inhumane! But, why should animatronics know that?]

It’s kinda nice that Jeremy is making up for the fact that all the animatronics share 2 brain cells. But these animatronics could’ve SHATTERED BONES. When is that EVER considered okay?!

[Freddy tilted his head. “You don’t like my cold fingers?” Freddy clarified.

“IHIHIHIT’S COHOHOHOHOLD! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jeremy reacted.

“Oh. Well I’m sorry, but I can’t help that! You’re gonna have to sit tight and get used to my cold, fat fingers.” Freddy teased.]

Basically what happened:

Jeremy: “KEEP YOUR HANDS FROM ANTARCTIC AWAY FROM MY FEET!”

Freddy: “Not happening! Suffer, you ticklish piece of shit!”

[Somewhere in the room, a quiet music box tune could be heard, twinkling in the background.]

GUESS WHO’S BACK! BACK AGAIN!

[THE MUSIC BOX! MARIONETTE! HE’S ESCAPED THE MUSIC BOX!]

MARIONETTE’S BACK! BACK AGAIN!

[Was he gonna die? Was the marionette gonna kill him? Was the camera going to record is very last moments? Were people gonna watch the camera to figure out how he died?…Would they blame his death on bad decisions? What would happen to his body?! WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN?! JEREMY DEMANDED TO KNOW!]

[This is it…he’s gonna die…He’s gonna be found in a few hours, ripped apart on the floor…He could guarantee it.]

Anxiety in a nutshell.

[This animatronic isn’t cold. It’s covered in some kind of fur-like fabric.]

This was actually confirmed on the FNAF wiki fanpage. Marionette’s fingers are covered in fur fabric.

And now Jeremy’s gonna get ultimately tortured by Marionette’s 3 fingers on his feet. May his soul rest in peace.

[Then…Marionette did something only Satan himself would be capable of: Marionette pulled a couple of Jeremy’s toes back, and began scratching the more exposed spaces underneath the deathly ticklish toes.]

*looks at a watch* ...How the fuck is he not dead from asphyxiation? He’s been getting tickled heavily for at least an hour. He should be passing out.

[Jeremy was cackling like a mad man. The poor guy was losing energy rather quickly. His pushing and squirming had began to slow, and tears had started forming in his eyes.]

See? It’s about time.

[Not to be confused with tears of pain, of course.]

Wait, what?

[This wasn’t painful for Jeremy. Though this kind of fighting presents itself with a few cons, It wasn’t torturous either. It was…strangely playful. It sort of reminded Jeremy of the stories his friends would tell him, of the tickle fights they had with their siblings growing up. Some tickle fights were pure playfulness, other tickle fights were slightly torturous. But in the end, they still loved each other.]

...Well, go figure.

[Was Jeremy beginning to like the animatronics? Not intimate of course, but…Was Jeremy beginning to appreciate the animatronics’ tickling? Surely not! That’s absurd!…unless…]

Go figure. Yup. Gotta make sure it’s somewhat enjoyable so the reader can enjoy it without feeling bad! Cause that’s how I write.

[“Oh Cohohohome ohohohon! IHIHIHI THOHOHOHOUGHT YOHOHOHOU WEHEHERE DOHOHONE!” Jeremy yelled as his laughter grew louder. Marionette had reached its fingers into Jeremy’s armpit, and began scratching lightly.

“Your laugh is very fun to hear! I wanna hear more of it!” Freddy explained.]

Of course, you have to add a comment about liking the person’s laughter! Cause that’s always important!

[So, Jeremy gave them a nod to proceed. Then, Jeremy abrupted into brand new fits of laughter! How long was Jeremy gonna be like this? Who know? Jeremy didn’t care. Not one bit…]

Aaaaand that’s the end!

A little predictable, but still fun to read. Jeremy is still my favorite character in this fanfic.

And now, we’re onto the next re-reading!

Voodoo Duke-Craft! I’m proud of this one! I was happy to finally be able to come up with a fanfic idea involving voodoo dolls, and this was the first one! And EVERYONE LOVED IT! I swear, I’m not kidding! 196 notes says a lot!

So, here we go!

[Remus came to the front of the yellow and black room, and knocked on the door. As he patiently waited for the door to open, Remus looked down at the liquid-free blood bag with the doll laying upside down in the bag.]

Hehehehe! I like the idea that Remus holds his things in a blood bag-turned purse. XD

[The door finally opened. As he predicted, it was Deceit.]

This entire fanfiction is gonna involve Janus being called Deceit. Why? Because Deceit’s name hadn’t canonically come out yet! And this fanfiction came out long before the name reveal episode.

[Remus happily comes into the yellow-colored room, lined with snakes, Law and Order posters and Judge Judy posters.]

Because...Selfishness Vs. Selflessness! And law!

[Despite the doll coming from Remus, the doll appeared to be really well made!]

That’s a compliment!

[Deceit looked up from the doll. “And you’re positive this thing actually works?” Deceit asked.

“Yup! Positive. I tried it on myself before giving it to you, as you can see-” Remus said as he pointed at the green heart on the voodoo doll. “You can try it too, if you want.” Remus suggested.]

Remus: “I already tried it on myself, so you don’t need proof to show it works.”

Also Remus: “...But if you don’t believe me, I suppose you could try it on me...just to see…”

[“I suppose this works really well. I will use this voodoo doll to my advantage. Thank you, Remus.” Deceit said with a grin.]

...You SUPPOSE? You just tickled the man till he belly flopped the floor! Of COURSE it works!

[With everything in place, Deceit was ready to start tormenting the other sides. He left his room and closed the door, allowing Remus to process the mistake he’d made in his room.]

I doubt Remus would consider giving Janus a voodoo doll, a ‘mistake’. More like ‘the most evil idea ever’!

[Deceit walked around, looking for potential contenders. While walking down the hall, Deceit gazed his eyes upon a light blue-clothed figure. Recognizing who it was, Deceit his behind a wall and grabbed the light blue heart out of his pocket.]

Oh boy! It’s Patton first!

[Now, if it truly worked, Patton should be bonded with the voodoo doll. Just as a test, Deceit gave Patton’s neck a little flutter with his finger.

From a few feet into the living room, Patton let out a yelp of surprise.]

Huzzah! It works! Turns out putting a fabric heart onto a voodoo doll, will hook Patton up to the doll and make him feel everything that touches the doll’s head. Becaaaause MAGIC!

[Deceit began tickling the sides of the doll’s neck, fluttering his index finger on both sides of the neck one side at a time. Right side, left side. Right side, left side…

Patton squealed as his back fell onto the couch. “EEEEHehehehehehehe!” Patton giggled more, flapping his hands absolutely everywhere around his head.]

Oh NO! I could sense that! Nope nope nope nope NOPE.

[To make things feel a little better, Deceit turned the doll around and gave it a hug.

Patton smiled as he felt physically hugged by an invisible pair of arms. It felt so warm and snug. Like being held by a security blanket.]

Awwww! This part has always been a personal favorite part due to how loving it is. It’s times like these that make me wish I had a voodoo doll…

[Deceit allowed his mouth to morph into a toothy smile as he moved his tickly fingers over to the sides of the doll’s belly.]

You can just TELL he’s enjoying the hell outta this! #Janusisbestler2021

[Deceit’s mischief had just left him at this point. Deceit was actually really enjoying making Patton laugh like this. He was keeping it a mystery, sure, but it was really fun seeing Patton laugh and squirm on the couch.]

...Doesn’t everyone feel that with Patton? Or am I the only one? I probably am. I find that BILLIONS of fans LOVE seeing Virgil’s reactions. And Patton’s been fulfilling all the fans’ needs! So...yeah. I would love to tickle Patton! And I would love to be the tickle monster’s pray. Hehe ^w^

[As he hugged the doll, Deceit watched as Patton practically melted into the touch. It was here, that Deceit discovered something new about Patton: He’s touch-starved. If he were used to touch, Patton would be eventually squirming for him to let go. But, Patton was perfectly comfortable with being cuddled.]

I actually forgot I added that little fact in here! This is the most realistic fact I have ever seen in my life.

[If Deceit didn’t have anything to do, he would’ve definitely stayed to hug Patton for a lot longer.]

It’s sure a shame that Janus had 4 other sides to tickle.

[But, he had things to do.]

See? Poor man’s busy experimenting with the ultimate tickle toy that beats the Tickle Me Elmo by a landslide.

[Deceit hid in the room across from the red-doored room. The room belonged to Roman, who was admiring himself in the mirror. Deceit rolled his eyes, but smiled as he pulled out the red felt heart.]

Would you believe I’ve forgotten the order at this point? Maybe now was a good time to re-read it! I’m losing my memory. XD

[A couple seconds later, the red heart fabric began glowing. This meant that the heart was now fully bonded with Roman!]

Still don’t quite know how fabric glows, but whatever. Screw logic!

[Roman - who had been posing in the mirror with his arm up behind his head - squealed and slammed his arm down as he bursted into laughter.]

Aaah, yes: the classic ‘surprise armpit tickle when the arms are up’ trick. But, with a twist! I’m surprised he didn’t fall!

[Deceit giggled and tried tickling two spots at once: the doll’s left armpit and the doll’s right foot. Roman’s eyes practically bulged out of his skull. Roman fell backwards onto the ground, and rolled around manically.]

Oop- aaaand he’s down.

[Roman was freaking out. Thank god no one was seeing this! How would anyone react to him screaming in laughter at nothing, and rolling around like a wiggle worm?! He would NEVER be able to live that down!]

*sniffles* Here lies Roman’s pride and confidence. It will forever be missed.

[Deceit decided to listen to him and lessen the tickles dramatically. Deceit removed his fingers and decided to try a different tickle spot that Remus shared with Roman: the thighs.]

Remus would definitely do this.

[Deceit covered his mouth to silently giggle, before adding a second finger to the doll’s thigh. Roman let go of his knees and allowed himself to kick his legs as he rolled around and covered his face with his hands.]

Awww! De widdle bean is getting embawwassed! How adowable! OwO

[Deceit soaked up as much of Roman’s giggles as he could, before moving onto the left thigh.]

#Janusisasponge

[Despite one’s belief with soft tickles, Roman’s giggles didn’t die down! In fact, they almost got a little louder! Deceit’s very light fingernail tickles were almost teasy in a way! This made Roman’s face heat up in embarrassment.

“Plehehehehease! Ihihihi cahahahahan’t tahahahahake ihihihit! Ihihihit’s sohohoho ticklyhy, and ihihihit’s wohohohohorse thahahat Ihihihi cahahahan’t seehehehehe whehehehere yohohou’ll strihihihike nehehext!” Roman explained through his never ending giggles.]

Soft tickles can sometimes kill quicker than hard tickles.

[Deceit raised an eyebrow. ‘worse when you can’t see’? Now, Deceit was really intrigued.]

It’s called ‘blindfolded tickles’ with a twist. Aka: ‘you’re worse than SATAN HIMSELF’.

And now Janus is gonna start constantly switching spots, to show Roman’s variety in his voice. As if we don’t hear enough melody variety from his singing. XD

[His laughter would die down into giggles for a while, before growing into even MORE laughter! It was so strange and unpredictable! Whoever this was, was EVIL and should be given PUNISHMENT for such cruel tickle tactics!]

Anyone else agree with this?

*sees a sea of people in and out of the tickle community*

Okay.

Roman is given time to breathe, he’s hugged by Janus and Janus moves onto the next victim.

[After going up the stairs, Deceit came across Virgil’s room.]

We’re literally given the name of who it is this time. No clothing guesses here! Just immediate names.

[Now: Knowing Virgil most of his life, Deceit knew that these tickles needed to be tame and calming all at once. He couldn’t go hard on him at all, or else he will really regret it. Even though he could easily get away with it using the Voodoo doll tactic, he still wanted to make him happy, not make him feel miserable.]

Janus secretly has a soft spot for Virgil because he is a former dark side.

[Virgil gasped and bursted into giggles. “Eehehehehe! Gehehehet ohohout ohohohohof thehehere!” Virgil begged. Virgil zipped off his jacket and lifted up his shirt…Funny…No bugs? Were they invisible? Virgil felt around his belly and found that his belly was as bare as can be!]

I guess the voodoo doll tactic can be quite...deceiving! HA!

Why am I like this…it didn’t even make sense.

[It didn’t take long for his energy to come back thankfully, due to how easy Deceit was on him. Virgil sighed with a smile, and grabbed his headphones to place them on his head. But, just as he put his headphones on, a fluttery feeling started up on Virgil’s ear!]

...I actually completely forgot I chose ear tickles for this part! Talk about a renewed experience!

[Deceit’s smirk got larger as he tickled the different parts of Virgil’s ears. The back of the ears, the front of the ear, the top of the ear flap itself, and even the bit of skull behind the ear was really ticklish! Virgil was giggling madly, shaking his head back and forth and kicking his legs. He was so confused! How were his ears being tickled right now?! Was it some kind of witchcraft?!]

Wow! How did Virgil know?! How did he guess it was witchcraft?!

[Virgil just didn’t understand. And, to make matters worse, he couldn’t properly think with his ears being tickled and teased!

Deceit actually planned it that way. He knew that too many physical distractions would stop his spiraling head. This was for the best.]

Janus is actually very understanding and loving to Virgil, which is very nice to see! I should write more Virgil & Janus moments like this.

[Virgil gasped and suddenly smiled when he felt the feeling of a nice warm hug surrounding him. Virgil didn’t fully understand where the hug-feeling was coming from, but it was enjoyable! Virgil happily snuggled into his bed and cuddled himself into the invisible hug.]

Everyone deserves a nice long hug sometimes. And all the time, depending on the person!

[Oh boy! Deceit was REALLY excited for this session. Logan is known for showing very little emotion, so finding Logan’s ticklish spots and getting him to laugh could be a game-changer!]

Lee Logan be like:

‘shows no emotion. Therefore; laughter is more rewarding when tickled long enough.’

[After a few minutes of quiet looking, Deceit soon found a book on the very subject he was looking for: voodoo magic.]

Because of COURSE Logan has a book on voodoo magic! And this isn’t sarcasm this time! This is genuine! Logan would definitely have a book on voodoo magic in there!

[The Voodoo Doll Spellbook: A Compendium of Ancient Contemporary Spells and Rituals]

This is actually a book I found online! You can buy this book for $32 on Amazon!

[When it was 100% bonded, Deceit started off small. He placed his fingernail onto the shoulder of the doll, and drew a line down to the outside of the elbow and down to the doll’s stump at the bottom, before removing the fingernail.]

[...Logan paused his reading and looked at his arm. Logan examined it, and discovered a potential fear of his had come true: He’s bonded to a voodoo doll! How did- Who in the world has a voodoo doll of HIM?! And WHY?!]

Hahaha! That moment when you’re reading a book about voodoo, then you feel voodoo magic being done on you? That’s not creepy at all! A nOrMaL oCcUrAnCe!

[A large squeak left his mouth as he just collapsed onto the floor in mad giggles. Deceit watched as Logan’s emotionless demeanor just crumbled, and allowed his to fall into such an adorable state only a lean nerd could fall into.]

Presenting, Logan in a nutshell.

[Deceit liked seeing this reaction. It was kinda cute! So, Deceit kicked it up a notch! He placed his pinky finger onto the black button and began drawing circles around the outside of the black button on the doll.]

Janus is just having a jolly ol’ time! He should be a tickle monster more often!

[“Uuh-…Please! That’s my worst spot! I’m begging you!” Logan begged. Deceit lifted an eyebrow. If Deceit wouldn’t have known better, it would’ve sounded like Logan WANTED to be tickled on his hips! So, Deceit did the one thing he 'begged’ for: He squeezed Logan’s hip. “No! NO! NOOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHI SAHAHAHAID PLEHEHEHEHEASE! DIHIHIHIDN’T IHIHI?!” Logan asked.]

Janus being a little shit in 5 minutes or less. Also, when does please EVER work?!

[It was here, that Deceit decided to walk out from behind the book shelves and in front of Logan.]

Voila: the big reveal! Janus was behind the voodoo witchcraft all along!

[“Deceit?! What are you do-” Logan started, before pausing his sentence as he noticed the item in his hand. “…You!” Logan reacted, jumping up to confront him. “YOU’RE the one with the voodoo doll!” Logan confronted.]

...Bro...that was so slow. At this rate, Jim Carrey could determine it was Janus before you could!

[“Indeed I am. Are you surprised?” Deceit asked.

Logan put a hand in his pocket. “Yes…I suppose I am. I can see the chances of Remus using this, as much more likely than seeing you with the doll. Then again though…You are capable of manipulation…” Logan explained.

“Manipulation? Don’t you mean…” Deceit started, before lifting up the doll and his finger. “…exposing the truth?” Deceit corrected, ready to tickle Logan when needed.]

oooOOOOH! I can sense the tension! The idea that someone is holding information about your weakness, and is ready to exploit it at any point?! HOLY CRAP!

[Logan’s face visibly morphed into fear. He clenched his teeth nervously.]

See? Even Logan’s unnerved!

[Logan resorted to his usual monotone act. “What…is there to understand? I don’t laugh.” Logan explained.]

Why the fuck you lyin’? Why you always lyin’? MmmmOh ma gahd, stop fuckin’ LYYYIN’!

~Nicholas Fraser, Vine

[“Oh, NOW you cover up your laugh. Let me not remind you that a few seconds ago, you were freely giggling and rolling on the floor.” Deceit reminded. Logan’s eyes widened in fear and shock. He SAW THAT?! OH SHIT!]

Mm hmm, Yes. He did in fact see that. And now you are what the virgins would say: Fucked.

[Logan, growing angry at the dominance Deceit had created over the logical side, Logan ran and attempted to grab the doll right out of his hand. But nope! Deceit dodged it and squeezed Logan’s hip as he ran backwards away from the angry side. Not expecting his hips to be attacked so abruptly, Logan made a whining sound and doubled over desperately.]

..Well that happened. Tried and failed. #1.

[“Not a bad attempt. But, you’re gonna have to try a little harder, in order to get this thing out of my hands.” Deceit warned.

Logan attempted to glare at the evil side, but the glare quickly failed him as the doll’s belly button AND hip was attacked at the same time. Logan let out a muffled yelp and fell onto the ground.

“Interesting: Despite your logical nature, you seemed to believe that 'giving me a glare while I’m using voodoo magic on you’, will help you in any manner. Yet: it doesn’t.” Deceit teased logically...]

...Shit dude! I guess Janus is now the new Logan!

[Logan squeezed his eyes shut and helplessly began to let titters out of his mouth. “See? You’re beginning to break now. It’s probably because I’m using an illogical strategy to get you to laugh. No matter how much you laugh, you will never be able to truly understand: Why does a person laugh when they’re tickled? And, where does it come from?” Deceit proceeded to tease in a logical matter.]

Why are mice ticklish? Why does the world spin round? And one thing I will never know the workings behind: Where do babies come from?

[Logan’s pent up laughter pretty quickly turned into his regular giggles.

“Wow! 2 minutes and 30 seconds! Impressive! Yet, at the same time: unimpressive.” Deceit reacted.]

*crawls under about 10 different blankets and flips off Janus*

[“How, you ask? Well, that’s simple really: You happened to be born with a collection of nerve ending around multiple spots. But, to narrow it down: your hips-” Deceit squeezed his hips. “your belly button-” Deceit booped his belly button with his pinky. “and…” Deceit said with a smirk, before placing his fluttering fingers onto the doll’s inner part of the upper leg. “…Your thighs.” Deceit concluded.]

*screams out of my blanket burrito* “STOP TURNING INTO SHERLOCK HOLMES!”

[Logan couldn’t help his reaction at all! He couldn’t change it either! Logan’s cheeks, against all circumstances, had turned a light red hue! He was blushing! Deceit couldn’t believe his eyes! “Do my eyes deceive me?! Is the logical side…blushing?” Deceit asked.]

*starts slowly going into a lee mood because of JANUS DECEIT SANDERS!*

[Deceit tilted his head as he tried something. Deceit tried fluttering his fingers on the jawline and the back of Logan’s ear…Just to see how he’d react.

Surprisingly, Logan’s giggles heightened slightly as he curled into the strange, but comfortable touch. It was almost a melting spot for Logan. How cute!

“It would seem that Logan has something that everyone lacks according to my knowledge: A melting spot. You, Logan, are capable of melting into a certain ticklish spot…Almost as if you like it. Do you like it?” Logan explained.]

MMMMMMMmmmm why tf is this so CUTE?!

[Logan didn’t want to answer that question. He was NEVER going to answer such an embarrassing question!

Though…Logan’s reputation had been left in tatters minutes before this…so…it wouldn’t hurt, right?

“Fihihihine…Ihihi lihihihike ihihit…” Logan admitted.

Deceit smirked. “I knew it!” he reacted, still giving Logan’s ears ticklish, cute little treatment.]

Awwwwwwwwww!!!!!

[“Hey! Give that back!” Deceit yelled. Logan looked down at it, and smirked. It was a yellow felt heart. Deceit’s bonding heart…]

Oooooh...I forgot about this part! I actually forgot just how long this fanfiction was.

[With the voodoo doll in his hand and the yellow heart in his other hand, Logan could get Deceit back. Only…one problem:

“How does this doll work? Do I have to clip the heart onto the…black square where the heart location appears to be?” Logan asked.]

Congrats! You’ve gotten this far. But now, please let us interrupt your much-wanted tickles with some ‘I don’t know how this works’ kinda humor. Pocket’s fanfictions everybody: A place where filler is expected. XD

[Logan decided to test it. He lifted up his finger, and tried dragging a fingernail down the doll’s right, scaly side. Deceit gasped and hugged his side, showing off a wobbly smile and curling in a little.

“Fascinating…” Logan reacted. Deceit looked up and watched in horror as Logan squeezed up and down the doll’s side. Deceit squealed through his toothy smile and let out a few high-pitched giggles.]

Awwww yeah! REVEEEEENGE!

[“You know: For an intimidating and sneaky side, you have a very high-pitched giggle.” Logan reacted. Deceit only squealed in reply and continued to curl himself further. “How cruel of me…using such a powerful piece of black magic, for such a simple little reason. kinda makes you regret your previous actions…doesn’t it Deceit?” Logan continued to tease.]

*claps proudly*

Ladies and gentlemen: John motherfucking Watson!

[“There we go! That wasn’t so hard. Was it?” Logan asked.

“YOHOHOU’RE SOHOHOHO DEHEHEHEAD!” Deceit yelled through his strong and overpowering laughter.]

Woooow...Revenge seems pretty sweet!

[“Oh, alright. I suppose I can give you a break from the feet.” Logan compromised and removed his fingers. Deceit happily took the break and tried to replace as much oxygen as he could through his body.

But, Logan wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot.]

No sir! No sir-ee bob!

[Deceit got stuck in Logan’s ticklish wonders for a good 30 minutes. Deceit was completely warn out from all the tickles. Which, how was that fair! Deceit had treated the others really well! Why did HE get the rough tickles?! Well, that’s simple:

What goes around, always comes around…ESPECIALLY if it’s a snake’s doing…]

Aaaaand that’s all folks!

I gotta admit: I loved that. I can see why the fanfic got so much recognition! It was long, it was SUPER TEASY, it was EVIL, and it was fun! I had fun!

I have to now sign off and spend the next hour with my family. I wish you all a wonder 2021! And may we all leave 2020 behind!

#newyear2020

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