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crystalkitty1220 · 3 years ago

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AU of es!IBVS (does that make it an AU of an AU or some kind of sub-AU) where Drew is a changeling but just doesn’t know. Whatever instinctual thing that’s supposed to tell a fae that “hey you’re supposed to be a magical fairy guy” just kinda skipped out on him and so he thinks he’s a completely normal child and that everyone just acts weird around him.

(Isaac and Drew’s PE classes are at the same time and at one point they’re both just walking around the track because a lot of the time PE teachers can’t be bothered to actually make sure the students are running. Drew gets bored and starts humming and Isaac with Extra Cool Vampire Hearing™ hears it and is like)

Isaac: “Wow that’s a great song, it’s so pretty.”

Drew: “Oh, I didn’t even know you could hear it.”

Isaac: “I have very good hearing. Can you keep humming the song?”

Drew: “Uh sure I guess..” *continues humming*

Drew, after a while: “Are you okay? You look kinda tired.”

Isaac: “Oh I’m fine. I’m better than okay, actually. Please continue.”

Drew: “Actually I don’t think I will. You should go to the nurse.”

Isaac: “Okay.” *immediately starts walking towards the school building without even asking his teacher if he could visit the nurse*

Drew: “Yeah okay I’m gonna follow him.”

(At the nurse's office)

Nurse: "I can't figure out what the problem is, give me a second." *leaves*

Some kid at the nurse's office, probably James or Harley or Niki or something: "Not gonna lie I think he's just become a simp."

Drew: "He's literally dating my brother."

Other kid: "Your poor brother."

Isaac: "If you'd like I could break-"

Drew: "NONONonono how about you just go get some rest?"

Isaac: "Okay." *immediately passes out*

Drew: "what the heck"

Other kid: "I diagnose him with simp."

(Chris and Drew eating lunch at the same table)

Drew: *doesn't eat an apple or a cookie or something*

Chris: "Can I have that?"

Drew: "oh okay sure here you go"

(Later)

Drew: *hidden in a janitor closet* *on phone* "Nevin help I don't know what I did but Chris has been following me around like a lost puppy since lunch and I don't know what to do. It's like what happened with Isaac but worse somehow."

(Drew saves a stranger from getting hit by a car)

Drew: "May I have your name?"

Autumn: "As long as you give it back, haha. But yeah, my name's Autumn."

Drew: "That's a nice name."

Drew: "Do I actually have to give it back?"

The stranger: "Preferably, yeah."

Drew: “And not to even mention the time I was just sitting down in the forest and a ring of mushrooms started to grow around me! Or how I remember every time Nevin ever thanked me for a gift and not paid me back. And I keep seeing people just walk into places but I can’t seem to go anywhere unless I’m invited, which I thought was just me being polite but then Nevin became a vampire and has to deal with the same thing so I’m just now noticing it’s weird.”

Barry: “Uh, I think this is more of an Error specialty than a therapist specialty.”

Edward: *opens door* “Did someone say Error?”

Drew: “See? Like that! I can’t do that! I had to ask if I could come in.”

Edward: “WAIT DID DREW ALSO GET VAMPIRE-IFIED?”

Drew: “I dunno! Did I?”

Barry: “Drew, how about you tell Ed about how earlier you asked Autumn for her name and had to actually give it back?”

Drew: “I still think they were just joking around, I don’t see the big deal.”

Edward: “...”

Edward: “Drew what are your allergies?”

Drew: “Why are you asking the ‘what supernatural being are you’ question”

Edward: “Just, uh, what are they?”

Drew: “Well there’s iron, salt, something about the incense churches use makes me feel queasy...”

Edward: “Yeah okay you’re a changeling.”

Drew: *gasp* “Like from My Little Pony?!”

Edward: “Uh, no. I mean like, your parents probably pissed off some fae and out of spite the fae stole the actual Drew and you’re just a magical copy. Either that or some fae just wanted their child to be raised by humans because they thought it was cool, that’s sometimes also the reason. Either way you’re not the original Drew Jovel.”

Drew: “I-”

Drew: “...”

Drew: *on the brink of tears* “what?”

as always, ibvs is made by onebizarrekai, go check it out on ao3

#IBVS #es!ibvs #drew jovel #isaac beamer #chris jackson #nevin jovel #barry price #edward quinton #autumn orielle #drew jovel but he's a faerie #this may or may not just exist because i was thinking too hard about my headcanon/theory that drew has a positive aura in ibvs #in chapter 22 edward was straight-up ready to punt the next person he saw but then as soon as drew shows up edward immediately calms down #coincidence i think not

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lowkeyjustvibing · 4 years ago

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Guess who decided to write more fanfic?

So I took those angsty IBVS headcanons, procrastinated for forever, and have finally figured out how I shall write this.

Also I decided to get some hurt/comfort up in here ‘cuz our favorite school king doesn’t deserve pure distilled pain without getting hugs.

IBVS by onebizarrekai

It was odd to say the least. Edward was known to be arrogant and boisterous, enough so that he drew the attention of anyone and everyone. So it was certainly confusing when the normally loud and proud school king slowly became much more quiet and secluded. No one knew what had caused it but after just a week Edward was an entirely different person. He was jumpy and hardly interacted with anyone outside of his inner circle. Easy to say, this caught the attention of many of the students.

“Hey, you know what’s up with Ed?” Chris asked, “I mean, he hasn’t shown up to any of the meetings and I rarely see him outside of class.”

“I dunno’,” Isaac said, not looking up from his sketchbook, “but yeah, it is a little weird that Mr. High and mighty is all secluded now.”

“I’m just worried.” Chris mumbled and Isaac gave him an odd look, “Hey! Don’t you dare. I just don’t want him to be hurt or something and we haven’t done anything to help him. I know you two don’t have the best relationship but you have to at least be a little concerned.”

After a moment of silence, Isaac sighed and set aside his sketchbook, “Alright, you caught me. Yes I’m a little curious about what’s up with the big guy, but what do you want to do about it? You can’t expect to just ask him what’s wrong and get him to pour out his heart or something. It was already difficult to get him to talk about like, anything aside from supernatural stuff before so I can’t imagine how sheltered about personal stuff he’d be now.”

“Well I’m getting the truth out of him one way or another.” Chris responded, standing up and grabbing his jacket.

“You should try asking Barry if he knows anything, he and Quinton are pretty close.”

Chris just nodded before waving goodbye and leaving to go find Barry.

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“I don’t know what’s wrong either.” Barry said sadly, “He doesn’t even come over anymore.”

Chris groaned in frustration, falling onto his back and frightening a nearby cat, “Great, so NO ONE knows.”

They both just sat there for a minute, neither of them wanting to break the silence.

“It’s just so frustrating!” Chris groaned, digging his palms into his eye sockets, “I mean, it’s not like the answer is just going to just waltz through the door!”

Suddenly, there was a loud bang coming from the kitchen and they both jumped. They glanced at each other and then tensed upon hearing the back door fly open and shut.

“Hello?” Barry called.

There was no response and Chris stood up, a fuzzy outline of a blade hovering next to his hand. Barry followed him as they slowly walked into the kitchen to see what was happening.

“Hey!” Chris called, “Who’s there?”

There was a quiet sniffle and then a weak voice responded, “S-sorry for j-just walking in...”

Barry blinked a few times before stepping forward, “Ed?”

Sure enough, the once proud school king was hidden in the corner hugging his knees to his chest. He was shaking and breathing unevenly and looked like a mess.

“Holy cow Ed,” Barry muttered, walking over quickly, “what happened?”

When he tried to reach out to comfort his obviously distressed friend, Edward flinched back, “D-don’t t-touch me p-please...”

Chris stepped forward, “Are you OK?”

Edward shook his head, barely stifling a sob.

“Is there anything we can do?” Barry asked.

“W-water.” Edward croaked, wiping his face with his sleeve.

It was then that Chris noticed that the other was wearing thick gloves and extra layers.

“Are you cold?” He asked, “I can get you a blanket.”

Edward shook his head slightly and Barry returned with a glass of water.

“Here.” He said, carefully handing it to Edward without touching him.

After confirming that he wasn’t hurt or anything, Chris and Barry walked back to the living room to give him some space.

“Did you see how much stuff he was wearing?” Chris asked, “He looks like he’s planning to go to Antarctica or something.”

Barry thought for a moment, “He said he didn’t want to be touched, maybe that’s part of it?”

Chris nodded, “But it’s weird, he was never this paranoid about being touched. Heck, he used to drag Isaac into closets. What changed?”

“That’s something he’s going to have to tell us.”

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After Edward finally calmed down enough to talk, Chris and Barry began rapid firing questions at him.

“Are you OK?”

“What happened?”

“Why were you so freaked out?”

“Did someone hurt you?”

“H-hey!” Edward stuttered, “I appreciate the concern but just... One at a time or something.”

Barry was the first to speak, “What happened?”

This seemed to catch the other off guard, “Well, umm... I just- Umm...”

“Here,” Chris interrupted, “let’s break it down a little, did someone do this to you?”

After a bit of hesitation, Edward nodded.

“Who?” The other two asked simultaneously.

“N-” Edward flinched, “E-emo kid...”

“Nevin?!” Chris asked incredulously and Edward flinched again.

Barry only grew more concerned, “What did he do?”

“H-he’d catch me a-after school and beat m-me up...” Edward mumbled, seeming to shrink into himself, “I-it sorta’ became an e-everyday thing. I’d get out of class and h-he’d drag me off somewhere and...”

“Holy...” Chris muttered, “Edward I- Oh my gosh... I’m so sorry man.”

At this, Edward broke and started crying. It took every ounce of self control in both of them not to rush forward and comfort their friend.

Barry rested a hand on Chris’s shoulder, “I’ll take care of him, could you go talk to Nevin?”

Chris nodded, his worry instantly forgotten as he was filled with anger and determination, “Of course. Take care of him while I’m gone.”

And with that, he was off again, this time with a burning sense of purpose.

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Chris knocked on the door to the Jovel’s house (To be fair, pounding would be a better word). After a few moments, none other than Nevin opened the door. He looked bored and vaguely annoyed, like Chris had just inconvenienced him.

“‘Sup Chris?” He asked nonchalantly.

At the completely unfazed tone, Chris couldn’t help the slight flicker of a knife appearing at his side.

“Well,” He said through gritted teeth, “I was wondering if I could talk to you about something.”

Nevin gave him a suspicious look, probably noticing his tone, before moving aside, “Then come on in.”

“I’d rather not.” Chris muttered.

“Oh?” Nevin responded, “But I insist.”

Chris finally snapped. He grabbed Nevin and after yanking him out onto the porch, pinned him against the outside wall. Before the other could even speak, there was a bright red blade inches from his throat.

After recovering, Nevin finally spoke, “Oh, this was unexpected.”

“How DARE you.” Chris hissed, the knife edging just a hair closer.

Nevin gave him a confused look, “How dare I what?”

“You know what!” Chris spat, “Here, I’ll help you out. Two words, Edward. Quinton.”

Nevin looked at him for a moment before he burst out laughing. It took all of Chris’s willpower not to give Nevin a taste of his own medicine and beat him up.

“Oh I forgot about that!” He wheezed, “That was fun! Can’t believe you’re actually worried about that guy.”

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done to him?”

“Oh please, inform me.” Nevin drawled, once again looking bored and inconvenienced.

Chris felt his eye twitch and he dropped Nevin, “OK, how about I give you a demonstration then?”

As the other stood up, Chris noticed that his eye had turned to the unnatural cyan color indicating that his powers were activated. Then, to his surprise, a thick black liquid seemed to materialize on his shorter opponent.

“You want a fight?” Nevin said, grinning wildly, “You got one.”

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Meanwhile, Edward was sitting with Barry on his couch watching a movie. It took a while, but Barry eventually managed to convince his friend that he wasn’t going to be hurt. Not long after that, Edward was practically on top of him, furiously denying that the action meant anything. About halfway through the movie, the front door slammed open and Edward screeched before falling off the couch.

“Chris?” Barry called and received an affirmative grunt in response.

After hearing him struggle for a bit and mutter something about octopi, Chris finally walked into the living room.

Barry jumped up at the sight of him, “Holy-! I’ll go get my kit, stay right there!”

Chris groaned before flopping face first onto the couch. He was covered in cuts, bruises, and odd patches of black slime.

Edward looked worried, “Are you OK?”

“Peachy.” Chris responded, turning to look at him, “How ‘bout you?”

“Better than you I suppose.”

Barry got back with some medical supplies and started fussing over Chris. While he was getting cleaned up, Chris explained how he got into a fight with Nevin and “Taught that crazy goop lord a lesson”. Barry didn’t even question that statement, just telling Chris to go take a shower before he made even more of a mess.

“Want to finish the movie?” Edward asked after hearing the upstairs bathroom door close.

“Sure.” Barry responded, “Just let me clean off the couch first.”

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By the time Chris finally finished showering, realized he didn’t have spare clothes, and was supplied some sweats and a T-Shirt by Barry, it was already dark.

Chris swore quietly, “My dad’s gonna’ kill me when I get back. I should probably go before he gets even more mad.”

“Oh heck with your dad!” Edward shouted from the kitchen, “He’s gonna’ be pissed whether you go back now or a week from now! How ‘bout we all just hang out here for the night?”

Barry shrugged, “Sounds good to me.”

Chris was dumbfounded, “B-but I need to-”

“Ah shut up ya’ nerd.” Edward said, sauntering out of the kitchen, “You already had quite the day so there’s no point in going home just to get chewed out by your dad.”

“Besides,” Barry interjected, “I don’t think he’d miss that you’re wearing someone else’s clothes.” Chris flushed slightly at that statement, “I’ll toss your clothes in the washer and you can go back tomorrow looking like nothing happened.”

“OK...” Chris mumbled, still embarrassed.

After Barry left to put Chris’s clothes in the laundry, Edward jumped onto the couch, bouncing once and then burying his face in a pillow. Chris just grabbed the blanket and sat down on the other side of the couch, wrapping himself in it. Then, to his surprise, Edward grabbed a corner of the blanket and yanked on it, pulling Chris (Who had a death grip on said blanket) onto him.

“‘M cold.” Edward muttered, yanking on the blanket a few more times.

Chris was conflicted and incredibly flustered. On one hand, he wanted that blanket and on the other, he wanted to apologize for nearly falling on top of his new friend. Edward didn’t seem to mind though. In fact, he seemed quite content. It took a few moments of mental struggle for Chris to decide that being warm under the blanket was worth more than apologizing profusely. Barry finally got back, stifling a laugh at the sight of an unconscious Edward practically cuddling a very flustered Chris.

“Help!” Chris whispered.

Barry just grinned and sat next to them, “Sorry buddy, I’ve learned from experience that there’s no escaping Ed when he’s in a cuddly mood.”

With that, Barry grabbed a corner of the blanket and pulled some onto his legs before leaning up against the arm of the couch. Chris sputtered a bit before succumbing to his fate and deciding to just get some sleep, almost instantly passing out.

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Anyways, I’m too lazy to write it out but Chris totally wakes up to Edward and Barry acting like an old married couple and giving each other kisses while they’re cooking. But yeah, I decided to write some good ol�� Edward angst and accidentally turned it into a poly ship, so sue me.

#general's fics #IBVS #Edward Quinton #Barry Price #Chris Jackson #This is probably so ooc #hhhhhhhh

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sleepyfan-blog · 6 years ago

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Big brother instinct with edward and geno, ed sacrifices himself to save geno's life at the cost of his own?

Big brother instinct

Fandom: IBVS by @onebizarrekai

Characters: Edward Quinton, Geno Quinton, Xavier Jackson

Warnings: major character death, blood, car crash, cursing

Word count: 1,092

Summary: Edward tries to take his little brother to the park.

Edward is walking with his baby brother - smiling a little to himself as Geno skips on ahead - his little brother isn’t sick for once, and it’s a nice day. It’s warm - but not hot. There’s a light breeze and there’s not a cloud in the sky. The two of them are headed to the park so that his little brother can use some of the unexpected excess energy he has, and Edward’s glad that the other’s feeling better. He’s been worried about how Geno’s been doing - and he’s determined to keep his baby brother out of the supernatural shenanigans that he’s gotten himself into. It’s weird that he keeps finding so many people at his high school who are… Who have strange abilities.

The high schooler pauses for a moment, looking left and right, Geno at his side as he checks to make sure that there aren’t any cars about to run them over. He almost starts going, but he sees an expensive, shiny mercedes whip around the far corner - going way too fast for the twenty mile an hour speed limit, but Edward keeps on the sidewalk. The rich fucker will be out of their way soon enough, and then they can get to the park that Geno’s been looking forwards to playing at all week. Especially the swings - which are invitingly open at the moment.

Geno however, rushes into the street, heedless of the car barreling down the street towards him.

“Geno wai-!” Error cries out, his body already in motion as he sprints after his baby brother, knowing that one of them will be hit by the car - it’s moving too fast. He manages to shove Geno out of the away - his strings (which had come out on their own accord) providing extra force - so that the other is on the opposite sidewalk.

Intense pain hits him, and Error’s world goes dark for several moments. He hears the squealing screech of tires.

Error stares up blearily, his chest aching, his legs screaming as well. His head feels sticky, and when he raises a shaking hand up to the back of his head, it comes back, wet and sticky with blood. He sees Geno’s horrified face peering down at him, tears streaming down the other’s face. He turns his head a little and coughs, knowing that it’s a bad thing when he tastes copper on his tongue and little red flecks on the black asphalt. Still, he reaches up and, with his less bloody hand, wipes Geno’s tears from his eyes, managing to croak out “Hey… Ge… Geno… Look at me. I’m… I’ll be okay… Alright? You gotta… Gotta call 911 with your phone… ‘nd call Janet.”

“O-Okay E-ed! P-please st-stay awake! I-I’m sorry! I-I sh-should have lo-looked before crossing the st-street. Th-this is m-my fault!” His baby brother wails, crying harder and Edward notices that he smeared some of his own blood on his baby brother.

Whoops. He hadn’t meant to do that. “No… s’ not your fault… Shoulda… Kept better hold of you. n’ the -” Edward coughs, gasping as the cough causes his chest to hurt even more.

A cold, distant voice rings out - oddly familiar in the worst ways possible “It most certainly is your fault, Geno. You should have stayed with your brother. It’s a pity, this timeline was going so well thus far. Alas, I will have to retrieve the two halves of overwrite in order to fix this.”

A cold chill runs through Error, and something in his memory, long suppressed, shakes loose. His eyes glow brightly as his strings wrap tightly around the bad-strange-familiar-madman “Ge… Geno ru-run to I-Ink! Gas… Gaster! Tell him… He has… Ha-has to re-remember! Gas-gaster’s done… Done all of this!” He coughed and cringed, the impending darkness at the edges of his vision starting to swallow him whole. But he had to keep Geno safe. He was dying this run, but the… It was so unfair they had just found one another again! Why could he only remember when he was dying? “I… I’ll ho-hold him as long as I can… Jus-just go!”

Geno, like a good little brother, nods and runs off, though he’s still crying and sobbing and it breaks Error’s heart that he’s upset the other so much. But it’s not like he planned on dying today. He hopes that his little brother can get to I҉̰͉̹̘̝͖̝n̲͘k̴̖ ̜̺̟͈a̛͇͍̙̺̖n͕̦̖d͚̯̙͖̝͙ ̷̤͔̲̙̣̜t̨̮̱͍̻h̢̥̳͓̻͎e͖͜ ̺̪̻͠ͅo̶t̜hͅe͔ŕ͖̦s̴̺͖̱̹̟̰͙ Isaac before G̘͉̞͇̘͢a̜͉̙̺̰̭̙̕s͉͡t̗̗̬͙̠̠͘ḛ͈̹̼r whoever the fuck ran him over can do something to Geno.

“You are dying, boy. Just let yourself go peacefully. When you wake, this will all be a bad dream.” the malevolent bastard purred, a mockery of comfort “Now, let me go, so I can fix your mistake. And you - small child, do not ru… Damn. Well, I suspect that you’re intending on getting all of them riled up, so that they’ll try to fight me? To right the wrongs that I have committed against all of you? But I have fixed everything. There’s no true fighting anymore. All of you know a peace that, in the true timelines, none of you could ever hope to attain.” The familiar-stranger’s voice crooned “You have a little brother, an artsy rival who could be so much more… Why fight against the fate I’ve designed for you? Let me go, and we will all begin again.”

“F-fuck you! I won’t let you f-fuck around with us! Not gain… No-not anymore!” Error tightened his strings - knowing that they were likely starting to cut the bastard’s clothes - perhaps even breaking b͓͓̠̰͘o̢̘̲̦̹̩ͅn͔̦̤̥e͎̫̭̝̩̯͖ skin. It’s a fucking pity he doesn’t… He can’t reach the fucker’s s͏̟͙̫͈̝o̮̤̪̞̮̝ụ͉̠̹̤̻̗l… Can’t slow him down for much longer. He can feel himself d̺̯u͕̰̱̺̭͇ͅs̙̰͉͉͈̼̬t҉͓i̳̜n̳̻̥g̙͓̣͞ͅ dying.

“Defiant to the last, as ever. Well, I must say that this is going to be interesting. I’ll have to kill Isaac and Chris in order to reforge Overwrite, you know. But it’s not like this is the first time I’ve had to do it.” The stranger muses, still weirdly unconcerned by all of this.

“I… won’t let you… Hu-hurt anyone else! I… I’ll…” Edward forced himself up onto his hands and knees, his concentration focused so much on that, that his strings flicker and fade. He tries to force himself onto his feet - wanting to die standing, stars damn it! But G̘͉̞͇̘͢a̜͉̙̺̰̭̙̕s͉͡t̗̗̬͙̠̠͘ḛ͈̹̼r starts to walk in the direction that Geno had ran off in and fuck no to that! He collapsed onto the ground, his strings wrapping around the bastard, dragging him back towards him, even as his sight faded.

#bad things happen bingo #Edward quinton #geno quinton #Xavier jackson #ibvs #my writing

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lalala1145 · 7 years ago

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IBVS and Dreamswap crossover Version 2(?)

Both IBVS fic and Dreamswap AU by the frick-frack-patty-wackin’ awesome @onebizarrekai (They’re both wonderful Alternate Multiverses based on a few of the outcode Sanses)

I like Anon Izzy’s crossover idea, and since you said that it probably would’ve been more violent, I made my own interpretation on what would happen if the crossover happened.

This is my first fanfic, so I’m really bad at characterization and usage of good words. Whatever – I like your stories so here ya go

Out of conveniency, the IBVS characters will be called their actual names instead of their nicknames :P

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Chris tapped his finger on the driving wheel to the Super Smash theme song.

“Yeah, do you have any teachers like that?” Nevin said, in the middle of a normal after-school conversation with Chris.

Chris responded, “Well, there’s this one teacher that’s obsessed with plagiarism or something. This one guy in Isaac’s group copied something from an article, so today the whole group was forced to stay after school and do extra work. But seriously, it was only one- HOLY SH*T!” Chris slammed the brakes, reeling the two boys forward.

Nevin glared at the sky and spurted out, “What is that?!” There was a huge, pulsating tear of space above the quiet neighborhood.

“Definitely not normal,” Chris said as he gaped at it. Chris veered his car around and parked it against the curb, and the two hopped off frantically.

Nevin muttered, “Wow, what the hell is gonna come out of that?”

“I bet whatever’s coming already came; isn’t this kinda dangerous for regular people?”

“Ugh, I can’t deal with this supernatural crap anymore.”

“This really – wait, is that Edward?!”

Edward heaved as he mustered the strength to catch up to them.

Nevin’s eye twitched, and he uttered, “I’m not in the mood to see you Ed; you’d better stand your guard right now.”

Too tired to care, Edward groused, “Nevermind that. Other than you two nerds, I sensed something extremely big, and I have no clue what it could be.”

Nevin shook his head and said, “Maybe the giant rip in the sky that you’re seemingly blind to?”

Edward craned his sore neck at the sputtering rift amongst the clouds. “Oh. What IS that thing?!”

Chris shrugged and replied, “Dunno, doesn’t seem friendly though. Just be a radar and find the cause or something, maybe.”

“Shut up, I was already onto it.”

Edward closed his eyes and concentrated. Nevin tried exchange an unsure look to Chris, but Chris was considering whether or not to take a photo of how stupid Edward looked now.

After a short silence, Edward spoke up again. “There’s definitely a few supernatural monsters or something in the street on the next turn, and they might be walking towards here.”

Nevin cursed. “Out of all the f*cking places, why OUR neighborhood street?! Drew ABSOLUTELY can’t see this sh*t happening.”

Edward groaned, “What can you even do about it? It’s not like we have the power to poof them away from here.”

Nevin paced up and down a short walk, contemplating his choices. “…. I’m gonna kill the monsters.”

“Wait, WHAT?!” Chris exclaimed.

Nevin immediately re-worded his sentence with, “Well, we could at LEAST attack them until they run away to whatever hell they came from. They’re monsters or whatever, so it’s dangerous to let them see anyone else. We’re the best chance this place has got to defeat them.”

Error clenched his fists, grinning. “Sounds like a plan I’m going with.”

Nevin took a breath of relief and answered, “I’m surprised you agreed with anything.” Nevin paused, then proceeded to say, “Chris, you said Isaac was still at school, right?”

“Uhh… yeah?”

“Is there any way you can get him to stop Drew from coming here? Drew is also still at school, but if I straight up tell him not to come home, he’d get suspicious of it.”

Chris gulped. “I’ll try.”

Ed flinched and scowled, “You dimwits, they’re getting closer. Hurry, get over here!” The three scurried to the last house before the street intersection, where the three “monsters” were approaching.

Irritated, Nevin insisted quietly, “Chris, are you making the call or what?”

“Seriously, right now?!”

Nevin quickly nodded. Back against the wall, Chris flurried over the screen of his phone. After a couple second of intense waiting, Isaac finally picked up.

“Hey Chris, what’s up? We’re almost done with the assignment here.”

Chris peeked beyond the corner and caught a glimpse of the walking skeletons. He lowered his voice and responded, “This is urgent; could you ditch your group? We really need someone to distract Nevin’s brother, Drew.”

Isaac’s voice grew puzzled. “Wait what, why? I barely know that broken-legged kid, and I wanna see what’s going on.”

“Please Isaac, it’s really important to Nevin, and I’ll explain everything that happens later.”

Nevin grumbled in impatience in the distance.

Sighing, Isaac finally accepted, “… Alright fine. I’ll see what I can do. Don’t go getting killed now.”

The call ended, and Chris whispered, “Whenever you’re ready.”

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“AAAAHHHH!”

The three skeletons hollered as they fell from the portal in the middle of the sky, and they landed in the most inconvenient way. Battered and bruised from escaping Dream, they tumbled off of each other on the asphalt road.

“Owww, ow ow oww,” Cross hissed.

Error looked around, studying the surrounding houses. “What universe is this?”

Nightmare let out a musing hum and answered, “I don’t think we’ve ever been to this one before, and it doesn’t seem influenced by JR at all.”

Cross pumped his fists in the air, saying, “Niiice, let’s go freshen up before we get back home.” They meandered along the neighborhood in search of a corner store until Nightmare hesitated before a street intersection.

“Wait a second, what if the monsters underground haven’t been freed in this timeline yet? I don’t feel any magic except for some-”

A human’s fist suddenly bolted straight at Nightmare’s face. Instinctively, Nightmare summoned his staff with both of his hands and parried Nevin’s arm. Nevin felt crushed under his own adrenaline, and his eyes flickered cyan. Edward and Chris appeared behind Nevin, but they were unsure on how to make the next move against the two other skeletons.

Cross summoned his weapon while Error lowered his pose into a defensive stance, interrogating, “Who are you all!?”

Nevin continued to push against Nightmare’s staff in a battle of strength, yet he managed to retaliate, “We should be asking that to you!” Aiming at Nightmare’s wide-open side, Nevin swung his available right arm at the short skeleton – only for Nevin’s arm to be hauled away by familiar blue strings. Nevin furiously whipped his head to Edward.

“Goddamnit Ed, what the hell are you doing?!”

Startled, Edward stuttered, “Huh?” There were no strings on Edward’s hands yet.

Nevin halted. “Wha-”

“You shouldn’t avert your eyes in a fight,” Nightmare snapped. He caught Nevin off guard by ramming his shin into Nevin’s knees, which sent Nevin buckling downwards. As soon as he hit the ground, Nevin was restricted in more of Error’s blue strings.

Cross sprung up with a giant knife in his hands towards Nevin, yelling, “Don’t you dare try to hurt Nightmare!”

Error insisted, “Calm down, Cross!”

“Cross?” Chris thought. He reacted immediately and clashed his own giant knife against the skeleton’s knife before it reached Nevin. Edward took this chance to yank Nevin away from the skeletons with his own blue strings, which promptly caught Error’s attention. After Chris and Cross got a perplexing examination of each other’s sword and red eye, they both leapt away.

The two groups stared at each other with bewilderment, and the atmosphere was tense until Cross interrupted the silence with, “Ohhhh, I get it now.”

Nevin, Edward, and Chris eyed each other with uncertance before loosening up.

Error groaned, “I know I said portal us far away from them, but you didn’t have to throw us into another multiverse!”

Nightmare unsummoned his staff and crossed his arms. “It was an accident, okay? I didn’t know that this was possible.”

Cross chimed, “At least JR can’t ever find us here.”

“True, true,” Error added.

Edward coughed to get the skeletons’ awareness. “Do I have to remind you that we have absolutely no clue what’s going on?”

Nightmare pressed his right temple. “This is way too complicated to explain, much less to comprehend…”

Nevin reluctantly inspected Chris and Cross, Edward and Error, and himself and Nightmare. “I’m guessing that you guys are some magical skeleton forms of us three…?”

“Hmm, more or less,” Error answered. “Long story short, we’re alternate versions of each other.”

Edward’s interest was piqued even further, but Chris squinted at the skeletons and murmured, “I can NOT wrap my head around this.”

Judiciously, Nightmare half-lidded the human boys. “I gotta say, what’s up with you all attacking us? I get that you don’t see monsters everyday, but you should’ve at least had the caution to check if we were gonna kill you or not.”

Nevin sighed, “As a matter of fact, I was already DONE with this supernatural bullsh*t way before the portal thingy showed up. I can’t care to be more cautious with this crap anymore.”

Edward glanced up to see the portal once more, but it had already vanished. Edward raised an eyebrow, wondering, “About the portal, what are you “alternate versions of us” doing here in the first place?”

Not wanting to think about it, Cross took a deep breath and fumed, “Yeah, about that… A certain somebody was chasing our asses down to throw us into jail, and our escape route led us here.”

Startled, Chris asked, “Jail?! Were you doing illegal things or something?”

Nightmare shot an annoyed look at the sky. “Frankly, we were only going grocery shopping for our cooking.”

Error cleared his nonexistent throat. “Correction: YOUR cooking. Also, if you went by yourself, we probably wouldn’t have gotten caught.”

“Well,” Cross opposed. “I’d say Nightmare’s cooking is kinda worth shopping for.”

Nevin’s eyes widened in amusement, and Chris added quickly, “My gosh YES, Nevin’s cooking is holy enough to worship!”

Error laughed. “Honestly, our two idiots sometimes get along too well. Hey other me, don’t you kinda ship your two?”

Edward blinked, and then broke out into snickering. “The nerds, Chris-cross and emo kid?! Pfffhaha I should’ve noticed sooner!”

Nightmare was too used to it by now, while Cross grinned and rolled his eyes. On the other hand, Chris and Nevin stammered, unable to hide their flustered faces.

“Who would’ve thought someone other than Isaac would ship us?” Chris pondered. To defend his embarrassment, Chris retorted to Edward, “Why don’t you stop being a raging tsundere and finally confess to Ink? I’ve always wondered what happened in the closet.”

In awe, all three skeletons blurted, “INK?!”

Edward quivered. “You know that I HATE Isaac!”

“Well there you have it, still enemies,” Nightmare assured.

Disturbed, Error objected, “I could never see that ship working out; we barely even interact.”

Cross nudged Error with his elbow. “Well, except for that one time you tied him in your strings and unnecessarily held him in your arms.”

“WHAT.” Error shook his head. “I think we all know that me and Ink is much less likely than you and Nightmare.”

Edward smirked smugly and said, “Hah, Wait ‘til Blueberry gets a hold of this ship! I’ll get that shady guy to spread that info so quickly – Nevin, you better get ready for some revenge.”

Suddenly, Error’s expression fell flat, and he mumbled, “Blueberry… as in B-Blue?” Error had a strong chill crawl down his spine.

Nevin noticed Error and asked, “Hey, you okay?” Error attempted to shake off his lurching emotions and nodded slowly.

Nightmare spoke up towards Nevin, “Hmm, a Blue here too… Out of curiosity, is there a Dream- I mean, do you have a twin brother?”

Nevin jolted, and his face instantly soured. “Wha- Don’t you DARE try to get Drew involved with this supernatural sh*t!”

“Protecting him, huh…” Nightmare looked down with a hint of guilt. He then faced Nevin once again, warning sternly, “You might wanna keep your negative powers in check if you wanna do that.”

Before Nevin could question Nightmare, sirens started to blare in the distance. A passerby in the neighborhood most likely saw the commotion and called 911.

Chris spotted the lights of the police cars from the left. “Guys, this is gonna get out of hand really fast.”

“This reminds me of JR, haha,” Cross remarked.

Furrowing his eyebrows, Edward shouted, “Wait, you said JR earlier too! What is JR?! Tell me EVERYTHING!!”

Error shrugged it off. “We should probably hightail outta here before we confuse the hell out of more people.”

As the skeletons gathered closer, Edward tried to grab Nightmare before Edward was shoved back by Nevin’s arm.

Nevin huffed, “Chill Quinton, let them leave. We can’t have more people seeing them.”

Nightmare opened a portal, and he gave one last glance to the three boys before running through the portal with Error and Cross.

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Man, I wish I was fluent in memey-ness. Then maybe I could’ve made the scenario more fun and more true to character. I’m also bad at Nightmare’s criticism because it’s so badass that I can’t mimic it. This was fun though :D

Btw, you can decide whether the ships are real or not in this fic, because the short shipping scene works whether they’re actually into each other or not. Yayyyyy.

#kill me #i got too lazy to draw the white lines on cross #also this is the tiniest that i've ever drawn a group photo; never again this tiny o-o #dreamswap #ibvs #onebizarrekai #fanfic

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