#demon!Natemare

[colourfulmes]

Demon!Natemare doodle for tonight because why not :) ((I drew this yesterday—))

[th3w00ds]

when they’re both probably demons with purple color schemes

[ghostlykestrel525]

please excuse me one second while i die

omfg i'm laughing so fucking hard and its not even that entertaining i'm just stupid but anyway IMAGINE Phantom tries really hard to always uphold the sort of cool, aloof kinda thing. the stoic, reserved gentleman. i do reckon he has the capability to be an absolute doofus if he feels like it and yes he seems like an overdramatic idiot in the right circumstances but anyway-- just-- it was like thirty seconds' worth of conversation playing in my head of Mare teasing his little brother. -=- "I have an image, Mare-" "...I'm your brother." "...what does that have to do with anything?" "...Phan, I was there when you were a toddler. I watched you try to eat your own moulted feathers, and then throw a tantrum when it didn't taste good. Your image doesn't mean shit to me," [ demonic pouting ]

[fromthedeskof-darkiplier]

Who would win you or Natemare

Is this all you mortals think I do? Engage in combat with other demons?

I have two jobs. I don't give these hypotheticals this much thought.

-D

[aquilacalvitium]

who is this Nate?

Oh.

Oh, buddy.

Oh I get to talk about Natewantstobattle and you will regret this.

So! I'm not a NWTB expert so don't expect a full bulletpoint presentation BUT I can share my experience!

Natewantstobattle is a nerdcore turned original artist who made songs about video games, anime and cartoons for years and only recently (last year I think) decided to leave nerdcore behind and focus entirely on original music.

He's made some BANGER songs, has the voice of an angel and seems to have the same enthusiasm about dark/demonic fictional imagery as myself ^_^

He's made a lot of FNAF songs which is how I found him. His music got him noticed by Random Encounters (RE) who make small-budget indie musicals based on video games and decided to make a five-part special musical based on FNAF for which they reached out to get Nate involved. He appeared and sang as a prominent character in that musical as well as plenty of others that they made. Markiplier was also in that musical.

Nate is popular with a lot of Jacksepticeye and Markiplier fans as his content focuses on similar games, leading to the same people finding him. Because of that, the fans' habit of making characters or "egos" for youtubers from their videos also extended to Nate and honestly while I still listen to his music I haven't been active in the fandom for a while so I have no idea how many egos there are now, but I'm desperate to rejoin the fandom space and catch up!

Anyway, the egos I'm very well aware of are Natemare and Phantom.

Haha yeah, he kidnapped Matpat for that music video.

The video in question is for Mangled, a 2~ minute song based on FNAF 2. The character he portrayed was an instant hit with the fans and was subsequently dubbed "Natemare" as a play on nightmare.

Also in 2018 Nate released a limited edition Natemare shirt thus confirming the name as canon and also I have that shirt so cough cough.

Secondly, Phantom!

MAN I LOVE PHANTOM!

From a music video for a song of the same name.

As far as I'm aware there's practically no canonically confirmed information about him other than he makes deals and steals people's souls. That lead to a lot of fans calling him a demon, including myself.

It took me five years to put together a cosplay for Phantom because I couldn't find one part! You'd think it would be the staff, right? Impossible to find an exact replica, right? No. It was the bloody shirt. I couldn't find a single freaking long sleeve red button up shirt for YEARS. I've got it now, though.

His original albums so far include Sandcastle Kingdoms, Paid in Exposure and To Let Go. That one is actually currently coming out one song at a time on his YouTube channel and music streaming platforms. There's only two songs out at the moment and I think the plan was to release them slowly until they were all released by the time the album itself dropped, but it was announced last month that it's been brought forwards to the 18th! That's in FOUR DAYS!!!! The last song to come out was Forgotten on Tuesday which is the one you saw me blogging about. It slaps so fucking hard you have no idea.

If you want any personal recommendations for his music, my favourites of his original work are Phantom, Forgotten, All I See, Perfect by Design and Branded.

PIf you look up Phantom you may see it titled as a Hazbin Hotel song but actually it came out a good while before Hazbin Hotel did, he just realised how well the character of Phantom matched with Alastor from HH and released a remastered version with some of Alastor's voice lines over it.

My favourites of his nerdcore songs are Mangled, No More, Stay the Course, Time to Move on and Ask for More. That last one is about Food Wars. I don't even watch that show, that's just how good the song is.

Oh! As an addition that I almost forgot to talk about, he's also a voice actor! He's appeared in Attack on Titan, Fairy Tail, he plays the main character in Luck and Logic and has appeared in multiple video games like Dream Daddy, Yandere Simulator and Monster Prom.

[red-balloon12]

Natemare Headcanons!

(Note that all of my versions of the Battle Egos….and basically all egos in general, aren’t inherently related in any aspect. They are they’re own individual creations. Also these H/F’s are self indulgent as hell so warning-)

General H/Cs

Name: Natemare

Age 32

Species: Nightmare Demon/Amalgamation (basically he can shapeshift his body into a nightmare-ish amalgamation. There are different phases and he can morph into any phase he sees fit at the moment)

Sexuality: Bisexual/Biromantic (leans more towards guys)

Specific H/Cs

Natemare doesn’t really need sleep because he’s a nightmare amalgamation but he chooses to sleep for fun. He does get tired though.

Natemare’s primary sense of style is a punk/goth mixture

Mare is a prankster and often pulls light hearted pranks on the other egos. Heathen is the only ego that hasn’t fallen for these pranks

He likes to write music and draw in his free time but he gets frustrated easily when he can’t think of songs during a certain period. Ironically his best work comes to him when he isn’t trying to write songs/draw.

Overall he’s a pretty chill and fun loving person but he does have a short fuse…which makes it easy for a certain person to tease him.

Boi has SO many abandonment issues you can fit a whole sonnet about it into him. He tries to make it seem like he doesn’t have them but he does.

Mare knows a lot people just sees him as the “Emo FNAF ego” which he doesn’t like but he also still likes FNAF. And so he makes it his mission to be more than that label while still enjoying his favorite game franchise…which is difficult-

Natemare is…high key jealous of Phantom because they both know Phantom is the “more popular ego” and Phantom is very vocal about it, which causes the two of them to be rivals of sorts. But Mare secretly admires Phantom from afar and he does understand why people like him so much. (Mare believes he and Phantom would be very good friends if pHNATOM WASN’T SO SMUG ALL OF THE TIME-) But he hates that no matter how hard he tries he can’t seem to get to that standard. So he plays it off as being unbothered by it which comes off as lazy and uncouth from Phantom. But DAMN does he actually care-

Mare also may have a bit of a…crush on Phantom and he mAAAY be a bit of a tsundere about it lol.

Even though he doesn’t need it, Mare has an emergency axe in his room somewhere.

He’s besties with MadPat and Virgil Sanders (Anti is more of a frenemy of his). Mad often teases him about his obvious crush on Phantom despite his (onesided) crush on Mare.

Mare acts as a big brother for Skelly/Pumpkin. He loves the kid dearly and will destroy anyone that harms him.

His favorite music genre is punk rock, Nerdcore and…Will Wood. He doesn’t have a favorite band. He likes a lot of bands.

Mare likes to cross dress from time to time. It makes him feel pretty and badass.

Mare’s favorite animals are ferrets.

Despite him being punk/goth he doesn’t mind dressing up more formally for certain events…or for fun. He’d rather die than let Phantom dress him up though.

And these are all of my current (and updated) headcanons on my blorbo. If you guys want a romantic/NSFW version let me know. I’ll be more than happy to make one. Next ego up is Phantom!

[the-matpat-ever]

This is just an old oneshot of an interpretation of Phantom based on a roleplay I did with a particularly lovely person in my fnaf esc discord server. Im still so proud of it!! This was created based in the same world as the Twin AU of Mad and Ness

Context: Post incident with Mad trying to kill and torture Nate, Mare is created from the pure hatred Nate had been bottling up underneath the surface. Phantom on the other hand was created from Nate's religious trauma from his mother, viewed by Nate as an imaginary friend or guardian angel when they were small children. Phantom is all of Nate's greed, deceitfulness, and self destruction, changing with Nate as they got older. Phantom acts as superior when he really isn't, viewing Mare as an annoying little brother. They are just thoughts that can take a physical form, hence: Thoughtforms

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Natemare

I'm glad we can both agree on something (:

You had a job, but sorry buddy, your position has been filled.

Fill your head with hot air all your WANT, convince yourself you HELP Nathan now, but you don't.

You are just another con man, Phantom.

A LEECH.

11:52 pm

A red glow illuminates his phone from his eyes. The raven digs his nails into flesh, itching to shed blood. His heart beat was irregular as it pounded in its hollow chest. He was just so...ANGRY. At himself for letting Nate get hurt, for Mare for calling him OUT. He drops his phone as Phantom claws at his head while he shakes. He tried his best.

It wasn't enough.

Nate was better off without it. All he did was LIE. He had no use for him anymore, Mare was simply just more effective than it. He grits his teeth until it feels like he's crushing his teeth from the pure pressure. Phantom thinks back to all the years he had protected Nate. That's all he wanted to do; It's what he was made to do and he FAILED. Teeth clench down further, puncturing his lip in the process. It was trembling and panting. He just wanted to feel just a little bit of freedom. He wanted to see the world. It didn't matter what he did in his free time; Even if it was tricking and consuming human souls...

ALL THOSE YEARS FOR NOTHING. Nate wasn't even grateful..His breath quickens, sucking in a gulp of air before throwing the first thing his ivory hands reach. His staff hits the wall with a loud CRACK not too long after. It rebounds off the wall, leaving a crack in the glass ball that was located in the snake's maw. Fingers pull at raven hair, the aching burn not even comparing to the fire eating away at his insides until there is nothing left. It was AGONY.

Black drips down his arms from his fingertips like hot wax while a thin black tail curls around his thigh to ground itself. His legs gave out, being forced to sit on his knees. His breath was hot as he coughed up bits of ash and live embers, lungs filling up with hot steaming smoke, exhaling black and crimson through his maw and nose.

Ashy fingers replace their grasp on black bony appendages that sprouted from the sides of its head. He lets out a pain ridden shriek from how much it B U R N E D. He collapses face first onto the floor. The cool floor was almost a blessing in disguise. It indiginitally crawls on the ground before reaching for his cane. Shame envelopes the demonic thoughtform like a stab in the chest. What was he doing? Crawling on a dirty ass floor like a low life; a peasant. He HATED it. HE HATED IT, HE HATED IT, HE HATED IT.

The thoughtform is unable to bring itself to sit up and do something productive because this was definitely NOT beneficial. He just wallows in self-pity, feeling absolutely horrid with himself.

@wouldntyou-liketoknow

[littledeathlittleghost]

i already posted this on my insta the other day but I JUST STARTED USING TUMBLR AND ITS NATEMARE SO WHY NOT!!!

happy birthday little insane demon guy You are in my heart

[charonarp]

"Let's have a talk, shall we?"

ANOTHA ONE! Anyways, here's another Natemare drawing! But...demon edition? Heh, happy early Halloween folks!

Heh, second time I had him in this kinda pose eh? How silly of me :p (Didn't even realize until I finished this honestly)

[ephiesoul]

Could we get a queue check if it’s no trouble? If it’s a hassle don’t worry about it :)

Sure why not 💫

Regular

Phantom do it for me

Murdock Pride tea

Bill do it for me

Jim’s do it for me

Natemare do it for me

Remus meds reminder

Bing Angel & Demon

Host Angel & Demon

Night Prisoner

Dark in a box

Google Priest

Eric Priest

JSE Zombie

Mark /Freddy Fazbear

Requests

Beetle juice with a plush (for Twitter)

Dark with plush (for Twitter)

Hermit Prisoner

Hermit Star

Abe, Damien, Actor do it for me

Gerard Way

Ethan heart hands

Event

Left over Valentine Event requests for

crazyw3irdo, Ravenmakesthings

May Event

blue-rae-player, Geeklizard25

None of these are particularly in order, just what’s currently on my desk being finished, colored etc. (not including commissions & requests on Patreon)

Hopefully I’ll get most of these done over the weekend 🩷

[altegos]

Lucas Patrick aka Mad | NAYKT

Human | Guardian of Wrath | 21/22

Abilties

Hyperfixation on theoretical and practical robotics, highly intelligent, good at strategy, adaptable, lack of shits to give, chronic insomnia,

NAYKT Character Facts

Lucas was originally an intern at Joey Drew Studios which he burned to the ground to prevent the inky Demon Lord, Bendy, from possessing him and taking over the world.

He didn't escape unscathed, some of the demonic ink having attacked him and sticking to his lungs, slowly consuming him and trying to turn him into a mindless ink grunt.

Inkfected, betrayed by his twin brother, and accused of mass murder Lucas was forced to run from his home. The media described him as "mad", "an unhinged loner with an axe to grind who shouldn't be approached under any circumstances"

Mad was left to die in a fire at Freddy Fazbear's, saved by the spirit that resided in the puppet to be held captive and starved for several days.

While trapped in a murder game, the stress of trying to get out and keep his brother alive exacerbated the inkfection until, after being shot, the ink consumed him. He was saved by Natemare (now his best friend) which cemented Mad as Mare's Guardian.

Writer's fave fact

Mad and Mare both went through impossibly shitty situations when they were still so young. They've both persisted and survived because instead of getting sad and letting it tear them down, they get pissed and fight back. Yes anger can be bad, but sometimes it's necessary, it can motivate and inspire and it can turn pain into action.

The difference between them though is that Mad knows when to pull back. That it's okay to be pissed, but if you're not careful it will consume you and burn you up. Yes he gets fucking pissed, but he knows when to be pissed and when to let go even if only for a little while, which make him the perfect Guardian for Wrath.

[colourfulmes]

Colourfulmess's Headcanons for...

NATEARU "HEATHEN" SHARP "But after all I've said, please don't forget." Body of Steel yet a heart of Gold. Packs a PUNCH!

@themoonisrotting @mayorundertheplumtree @starchyeah @nwtbobsessedemo @th3w00ds @planetpossum

< Character!Nate HCs ||

Pronouns: He/Him

Approx 30 years old

The guy ever!!  Heathen is often a sweet, kind and friendly person. he has a heart of gold and is horribly oblivious in some social situations and can get envious of others

 He’s a responsible older brother who looks out for people in danger, though he can go a bit too far when doing things for justice.

He doesn’t get angered easily, but when he does he often suppresses his anger and finds another way to fix the issue of why he’s upset or take his anger out on a punching bag

Natearu is his name! Pretty open about it compared to others (cough cough Natemare coug-)

Formerly he was very cold-hearted, keeping to himself and was very quiet. This helped his old job as part of an underground ring, being the right hand to the owner, but soon were caught by authorities and arrested

After doing his service in jail he decided to become more kind and open, changing his ways and becoming a professional boxer and martial artist

He ADORES animals! From the birds in the sky to the fish in the sea, though his favourite animals are kangaroos 

Give him a plushie of an animal he’ll treasure it forever

He’s a bit claustrophobic! 

Gives the biggest bear hugs :) 

He’s the second oldest out of his brothers, he takes importance in this role

He goes to the gym and plays Pokemon with Nate!

His demon form is based on Anubis, the Egyptian god of death, though he rarely shows this form

When in combat, he mainly uses his physical power, his fists, his legs, and his body as his weapon

Though he also wields a claymore sword just in case

-.. --- / -. --- - / - .-. ..- ... - / - .... . / .-. . -.. / --- -. .

[th3w00ds]

Embodiments and Their Blood (Hell AU)

— “Demons have found that specific individual demons (known as embodiments due to their nature and power) have glowing blood that varies highly in color, and is typically different from what it was before said demon became an embodiment.”

Natemare, Embodiment of Nightmares: Gold blood (I thought that would go well with the large amount of purple and black he has)

Phantom, Embodiment of Desire: Blue blood (He’s blue blooded both literally and figuratively, literally as in his blood is actually blue and figuratively as in he’s part of Hell’s royal family and is the current King of Hell)

Janus, Embodiment of Deceit: Green blood (My reason for this was mainly because of his friendship with Remus, and I thought him having green in his colors (albeit only when bleeding) would be cool)

Cynic, Embodiment of Corruption and Decay: Purple blood (I went with this for Cynic because I thought it would be a fun little bit of color in his majorly gray and black colors (btw Cynic is an OC, pretty much is just CORPSE HUSBAND now that I think of it, I headcanon him as having CORPSE’s voice) I also thought Cynic having purple blood could sort of represent the fact that he’s allied with Natemare in trying to overthrow Phantom)

I might be open to explaining my Hell AU in more depth if anyone wants it, then again I might do it even if nobody asks for it- anyway, thank you for reading!

[ghostlykestrel525]

i have been giggling at this for way too long. (bear with me here-)

So this is a headcanon within a headcanon I guess? NWTB egos, specifically Mare, but like-- I like to imagine that collectively, the battle beans just consider each other as a sibling pod. Some of them actually being related because why not, but mostly it's just. Mfs adopted each other, and I can so see all of them looking to Nate as a dad figure. Worth mentioning I reckon Mare's a whole-ass demon. It just fits somehow-- anyway- Scribble time. Here's how I reckon Mare started off referring to Nate as his parental figure. Completely by accident. In short: Nate accidentally used a dad-esque tone when scolding this dumbass, and Mare decides to run with it. -=-=-=-

“For fuck’s sake—” Twelfth time this week. Twelfth. God knows how many times he’d told that damned demon not to do exactly this, and yet, it was still happening. The yell was impressive, even for Nate’s standards. “NATEMARE, GET YOUR ASS IN HERE, NOW,” That probably wasn’t the demon’s actual name, but it worked. He answered to it, at least. The explosion of dark smoke, solidifying into a fairly tall, broad-shouldered figure – one with an annoyingly cocky smirk on his face – was infuriating confirmation of that. He gestured angrily at the mess left behind, and Mare arched his eyebrows slightly as if to say; ‘yeah, and?’ If it weren’t a terrible idea to punch the demon – something he’d found out by accident when the bastard jump-scared him into trying it. Nate didn’t fancy shattering his hand again, or he’d have tried to smack the smug look off of the idiot’s face himself. Then again, he also knew Mare’s reflexes were lightning-fast – he probably wouldn’t be able to land the hit anyway. “You’ve gotta stop doing this, man,” Nate complained, folding his arms, and glaring at the demon as he smirked, clearly not taking this seriously. Who knew a powerful, several-thousand-year-old entity would turn out to be such a little shit? Exasperation flared up, and without paying quite enough attention to his tone, he glared at the demon, trying to set a solid boundary. “You moved yourself into my place; you’re under my roof. Is it really so hard to respect my rules?” Oops. He’d really done it now. The demon hunched his shoulders, stuck his bottom lip out like a child, and adopted a surprisingly high-pitched whine, sounding almost exactly like a plaintive teenager.

“But, daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad-” -=-=-=-=-=-

[the-wild-ego]

A Voidless Cry - Part One

Fandom: JackSepticEye

Pairing: Antisepticeye/Reader 

Pronouns: None 

Warnings: blood, war, reader gets injured, trauma, Derealization/Depersonalization, cursing, angst, extreme world building (?) 

A/N: This is half self-indulgence, half something that I couldn’t get out of my head… Let me know if you'd like it... Enjoy!

No one knows how it started, or who started it, but one thing was certain… Entities, demons, soldiers- call them what you will- were waging a war right outside the palace that you just-so-happened to share with one of the Demon Lords of the void. However, to understand this story, you must first understand the Void and what great power it holds. 

The Void, as it were, is just that, a Void. However, this Void held many of the imaginings of the human mind, and it’s where they- the imaginings- take hold and come to life. If there are enough people that believe, then the Void will birth-forth the most fucked up things that one could imagine. For instance, a whole new era of demons, cities, kingdoms, and alternate universes that these demons (henceforth ‘Egos') reside in. These Egos will range from low-level tricksters and feel goods to dark, demonic, manipulative monsters. As such, with the power of the Void, these Ego’s personalities could be altered just enough to make them tolerable. The Ego, Antisepticeye, for instance, has retained his demonic power and dangerous tendencies as well as his foothold as one of the ‘Lords of the Void’. Yet, he still fell in love with a human. An Ego, birthed from danger and murder, engaged to a mere mortal. You. 

Two weeks before the attack…

“History is an important part of who you are to become, and if you are to rule this Kingdom with Lord Anti, then you must learn where it came from. Where we came from.” Marvin sighed, setting down the book he had just been reading to you. It wasn’t that you weren’t interested, just simply overwhelmed by the vast amount of information that was being pounded into your head. The Void was a vast, seemingly endless place, of wonders and mysteries and you were certain that you would die before you could learn everything about it. Despite the fact that the Void was frozen in time, as were you- for the duration of your stay. Think of it like the magic wardrobe from Narnia. Except here, there was an endless number of possibilities and realities to visit. Your favorite was right here, in the kingdom that Anti had built for himself a millennia ago. 

"I know that the Void has always been around and that it, and it's residents, have been molded and shaped by the beliefs of the outside world." You crossed your arms over your chest as if to challenge Marvin. 

"Fine then, pop quiz," and with those words, you let out a quiet groan. Marvin smirked, his eyes lighting a faint green beneath his mask. "Who are the three Lords?" 

"In order?" You question innocently, watching Marvin roll his eyes before continuing, "Darkiplier: Lord of the Damned, Antisepticeye: Lord of the Accursed, Natemare: Lord of the Nightwalkers… and they're called Lords

"Don't let Lord Anti hear you." Marvin chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah…" you huffed a small laugh, uncrossing your arms and standing to walk to the window. The room you stood in was the library. A vast, endless room of knowledge. Bookshelves stood like skyscrapers, the knowledge they held spilled from every crevice like an overflowing cup of water. And you were thirsty for it.

As the light pooled at your feet, your mind began to drift. All of the wonders that Anti had created with his portion of the Void, and the changes he made when you came along. A castle and kingdom for his followers, the entities that worked with and for him, those that stood with his beliefs. The murders and messy eaters, if you will. You knew that most didn't agree with you being mortal, but Anti had laid enough waste to them that they settled into a hesitant submission. You almost felt guilty, since being here you've come to view the subjects as your own. People that you must protect just as Anti protected you.  

"Our energy has been part of the Void since the beginning, it has only just manifested enough that we Egos are able to move between the rifts; to come and go into your world as we please. Only the most powerful energies can manipulate the Void at their will. Which is how the Lords had come to an unstable alliance. Taking control of portions of the Void so that no one Ego had more say than the other." Marvin watched you, vaguely wondering if you were even listening, you weren't. 

"That doesn't mean I'm not willing to kick their asses when they need to be knocked down a peg." Anti grinned wickedly as he appeared around the corner. You smiled at the window, seeing his faint reflection before feeling his arms snake around your waist from behind. 

"How was your meeting, My Lord?" You teased, placing your hands over his as he burrows into your neck. He grunts softly, squeezing your body gently, as if to tell you he wasn't in the mood. 

"The same as always, boring as fuck… and I missed you." he mumbled, only for you to hear, the loving words still felt foreign to him; they were true, nonetheless. You turned in his arms, hugging him back before pulling away to kiss his cheek. Before you could get too far, he was pulling you back in for a kiss on the lips. 

"Right then," Marvin looked away, beginning to gather his books from the oak table that you had previously been sitting in. "Next week, Y/N, we will be discussing where the power of Void comes from and how the balance between worlds became so unstable it caused- what you know to be- 'The Dark Ages'." 

Anti waved him off and you shouted a quick thanks to Marvin's retreating form before turning your attention back to the man before you. Said man grabbed your hand and began to lead you through the maze of books, tables, and chairs. 

"I know the weather is artificial, something you created for me before I got here, but can we go for a walk in the garden? It's so nice out today." You request, slipping your arm through his. 

"Of course." 

The garden was a large, elaborate maze of tall hedges. Sodden Piscivorous, a flower that could only be described as an always-dewy rose, but the dew drops are their eyes. Not to mention their petals unravel to reveal a much larger mouth than what’s normal for a flower; they use said petals to drag their prey into their mouths which fill with a goopy blue substance that’s the human equivalent of sulfuric acid. They grew along the walls of the maze, their bodies outstretching as if to take you in their thorny grips. Their captivating lime-green petals present to ash-colored tips, drawing you in. And the most vibrant smell of something akin to natural honeysuckles, but almost too sweet. 

“You’re too curious about those flowers.” Anti acknowledged, when you put your fingers up to feel the petals. Something that had always fascinated him, because any other human would’ve been terrified of a flower with eyes, or ones that would consume meat, albeit fish. 

“They are incredibly soft.” You smiled, walking in stride with him to the maze, to the true extravagance to the garden. Somewhere made just for you, when Anti was away, and you needed to be alone. It was filled with beautiful flowers from the Void as well as raised garden beds, since the soil of the Void would kill off any foreign plants. The raised garden beds were Marvin’s, filled with plants from different realities, which he used for his spells and tinctures. Your favorite was the section with earth’s herbs; the different smells of lavender, jasmine, mints, and other herbs felt like home to you. 

As the wind blew the sound of windchimes could be heard up ahead. Windchimes of different sizes hung off the trees scattered around the garden. Some of them were small and simple chimes, barely noticeable among the more intricate and noisier ones. The bigger ones bellowed softly in the gentle winds, while the small ones sang out to harmonize with the deeper tones. 

In the center of the garden was a small, three-tiered fountain, where birds chirped and glitched when they got too close to the water. The birds were real, simply fragments of animal souls brought back from earth. Another gift from Anti, when you had mentioned missing the sound of birds and seeing the occasional squirrel or chipmunk. Thinking back on this fact made you smile. 

Walking adjacent to the fountain, you found yourself at the end of the road a little too soon. Before you a rather large, circular table and round it was six (6) chairs that you sat in with the other Egos when they visited. Today it was covered with a green, white, and dark blue tablecloth. In the center of the tablecloth were a vase of dark blue roses, something that hadn’t been there the day before. Your smile widened, turning your body to look at Anti. He was watching your profile, seeing your reaction to something so simple- something that he did everyday, replacing the tablecloth and flowers to make sure they matched your clothing. But it was the little things like this that reminded you that he cared for you; even when he didn’t say it. 

* * *

That night Anti had been swept away to tend to more of his Lordly duties, which left you alone of course. What a better way to spend your night than to train. Something that Anti insisted on you doing, learning how to fight and fend for yourself. Who would be a better teacher than Anti, or in this case, Chase. Chase who had become something of a Lieutenant Colonel. He had earned that ranking due to his long-range accuracy in fighting, among other things.  

"You have to aim higher," Chase instructed, watching as the moonlight glitters off the dark green steel of your bow. A gift that Anti had given to you a few months back, an early wedding gift. Intricate vine carvings climbed the belly of the bow, wrapping around to the back to elegantly spell out your name. "Our arrows are made from Void Jade, so it's heavier than normal arrows… And it also packs more of a punch, due to the Void's energy within."

You nodded, nocking the arrow and allowing It to rest as you positioned your sight just above the bullseye. Adjusting your position, you took a deep breath in. 

One heartbeat. 

Two. 

Breathe out. Fire. 

Bullseye.

[inkribbon796]

Egotober 2023 Day 28: Something Weird, and It Don't Look Good

Day 28: Something Weird, and It Don’t Look Good [COMPLETED]

Summary: Logan’s bad day gets a little weirder at the base.

A/N: Happy birthday to Natemare

WARNING for use of a Lockdown in this fic. No harm comes to anyone. But I just thought I'd warn people.

Title is taken from the lyrics to the Ghostbusters Theme Song.

Prompt: Ghost

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

Princey and Iridescence — Roman and Thomas — were in the base. They were hanging out and doing homework and waiting for orders before going on a short patrol or to go home.

They were just hanging out for the most part, until Logan stormed in while they were talking.

And he seemed pissed, even while wearing his costume. He got to his locker in record time and opened it with his watch before throwing his bag in.

Roman and Thomas just stared at Logic as he stared at his open locker.

“Hey, uh, you okay man?” Thomas asked, half turned around to look at the other apprentice.

“No,” Logan said. “I had plans, and they got ruined.”

“Maybe we can hang out afterwards,” Roman said, which sounded like the furthest thing from what Logan wanted to do. He wanted to see his brother. But his brother wasn’t allowed visitors. They wouldn’t tell Logan why, just that he’d been barred from having them.

“No,” Logan said.

“Rude,” Princey said.

Before either of them could give another barb, all the lights went out. Metal vent shields went up on every window and in front of the door. Emergency lights were the only thing lighting up the room.

“Bing?” Logan tried to open a communication with the hero but he didn’t get anything.

Roman and Thomas looked around.

Then Bing’s voice came over the speakers. “Emergency Lockdown has been engaged. Villain activity detected near the perimeter.”

Bing shot through one of the speakers, he looked over them. “Three, great. So, we have a bit of a situation. This place is in lockdown and we need you three to sit tight. We told your folks already that you three are safe. Just stay here. We’ll get a hero back in here soon.”

Then Bing was gone and the apprentices were left in the room.

“Oh. Great.” Roman said as he looked around. “What do you think it was?”

“Obviously not something actively breaking in, or Bing would have stayed,” Logan said.

And then a table flipped up right in front of the three of them. The apprentices jumped.

Roman froze, “Caesar’s ghost, this place is haunted.”

“Ghosts don’t exist, ghosts are just bored demons,” Logan said.

“How would you know, how many demons have you met?” Roman asked.

“I’ve met enough,” Logan said.

All the empty lockers opened and closed and Logan froze.

Marvin had been in here, he wouldn’t just let a ghost just exist in the base . . . Right?

Logan immediately shot one of his improvised EMP blasts from his suit’s wrists towards the lockers. But there was nothing there.

“Woah! What was that?” Roman and Thomas flinched as light and electricity arced off of Logic and shot off towards the lockers.

“An EMP, I designed it to counter Anti and other demons like him,” Logan said.

“Does it work against ghosts?” Thomas asked.

Logan sighed. “Yes it would work on something you would call ghosts.”

“Can you track the ghost?” Roman asked.

“Hardly,” Logan said. “I have lots of gadgets but never the thing I need.”

“That just means you’ll have more things if you do need them, I think that’s pretty neat,” Princey said.

Logan paused. “You’re just saying that.”

“No, it’s true,” Roman said.

Logan opened his mouth to say something but closed it again. Not sure what to say. Then, “That’s possibly the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

Roman looked so offended, so Logan went back to watching the room.

Finally Logan spotted movement in the low light and shoved Princey out of the way to shoot at it. The thing that had been on the couch suddenly became visible as it lit up with electricity.

It was Mare.

The demon barely held itself together as the EMP pulse passed. “What the fuck!”

“We thought you were a ghost,” Thomas said.

“What is wrong with you three?” Mare floated over. “I was just watching you three and you shoot at me.”

“In our defense you were invisible, flipping over tables, and opening lockers,” Logan said.

Mare shrugged, “Alright I was trying to scare you a little, but I wouldn’t have done that if I’d known that you could shoot at me.”

The demon turned to Thomas, and smiled at him. “Hey there, kid, Nate around?”

“Uh,” Thomas stalled, looking around the base. “No, what are you doing here?”

“Looking for Nate, he gave me the slip,” Mare said. “So I came over here and Bing told me to watch you three.”

“Oh,” Logan said. “Makes sense I suppose. Strange they would ask a demon.”

Mare looked particularly upset. “Nate threatened to kick me off his tours if I let anything happen to you three. And his tours are the only things he’s useful for. So guess I’m a babysitter now.”

Mare sat back down on a couch and just sat there until the lockdown began to disengage and Bing came in to check on them. All three of them were taken home one at a time. Roman continued to smile and talk to Logan for a reason that Logan just couldn’t understand.

Logan returned back to his home, becoming upset again about why he couldn’t see his brother. About what had happened with Dante and how upset he was. Bing eventually came by to check on him again. To talk and to tinker with some equipment.

Maybe if Logan just worked on something he’d get his mind off things. He certainly hoped so.