#i just know zhey hated each other at the start and that they loved each other and

[ellearts]

Wait wait. Motogp moots!!! Who was that "emenies to lovers" pair?? I fogot their name

[musical-in-theory]

Magnificently Malcontent Pt 10

JJ’s arm jerked back almost immediately after Henrik started applying a salve to his burn. They hadn’t noticed it at the time, but Marvin’s fire had definitely left its mark on him. Henrik gingerly brought his little brother’s arm back in front of him and continued to treat the wound. Henrik kept his eyes downcast and focused on the task at hand. He may not have been able to prevent injury, but he could damn well treat the ones that had occurred.

    Jackie and Chase sat in two different corners of Henrik’s room. They had all headed straight there as soon as they arrived back at the house. Jackie and Chase chose their respective seats and stayed like that for the entire time they had been there. None of them had uttered a word, and all of them were too afraid to be the first one to break the silence.

    Henrik walked over next to Chase where the bandages were stored. As soon as he laid a hand on one of the rolls, Chase’s hand was on top of his. Henrik looked up at the man who was still staring at the floor. “We have to stop them- I mean him. W-we have to stop Anti.” Chase choked out. His hand fell limply back to his side.

    Henrik wanted desperately to help his younger brothers. They were all hurting, but it was in a way that he couldn’t heal. All of his medical training was useless in the face of this trauma. If he was honest with himself, he was hurting too. What he saw…

    He shook the thought away. Heal the burn. Heal the family. Focus on the task at hand. There would be time later to think about everything else. He grabbed the bandages and walked back to JJ. “Zhis should heal in about 2 veeks. Reapply zhe ointment in zhe morning and before bed.” Henrik spoke quietly. JJ nodded and launched himself out of his seat to latch onto the doctor.

    Henrik stood frozen until he heard soft sniffles coming from his chest. He raised his hand to smooth the hair on JJ’s head. Henrik was never one for sentiment, but seeing his brothers so broken at the hands of the people he had once loved brought tears to his eyes. He had never felt so lost.

    Jackie suddenly got up out of his chair and started marching toward the door. “Und vhere do you zhink you are going?” Henrik stared down the hero while still keeping JJ close to him.

    Jackie stopped in the doorway, not looking back. “I’m gonna go kill Antisepticeye.” He tried to leave again, but Chase’s hand on his arm stopped him. Jackie looked into his pleading eyes, “I have to. He keeps hurting everyone! And now he has Marv on his side. How can I keep calling myself a hero, when I can’t even keep my own family safe from those villains?” Jackie was practically screaming.

    JJ pulled back from Henrik and glared at Jackie. “Do not call Marvin a villain. Don’t ever call him that. We can still save him.” he signed so fast that Jackie almost didn’t catch it.

    They all looked at JJ with pity. He could tell that there was something they weren’t telling him. Chase was the first to speak up, “Jameson… I don’t know how much of Marvin there is left to save. He took each of us out of commission using what we care about most. He almost incinerated you! I think… I think Marvin is gone. I’m not saying we should kill them,” Chase threw Jackie a pointed look and then returned his tired gaze to JJ, “but we have to stop the both of them at all costs.”

    JJ screwed his eyes shut and balled up his fists. How could they just give up on their own brother? He glared at all three of them as he backed away. He shakily signed, “No, no, you didn’t see what I saw. He’s still in there. He has to be. He’s still in there. He’s still in there.” JJ continued to sign the same phrase over and over again until Chase walked to him and grabbed his hands.

    “I know that this is hard to accept, but think about it. We barely escaped with our lives. Marvin was the one trying to kill us when Anti only order him to capture you. We have to face facts. Our Marvin isn’t coming back.” JJ nearly collapsed to the ground in sobbing mess, but Chase caught him in time.

    JJ shakily took his hands back from Chase and lifted them up, “You can’t be right. You can’t be. If he wasn’t able to be saved, then Anti wouldn’t have him perform that ritual.” His hand movements were so unstable, Chase at first thought that he misunderstood.

    “JJ do you know vhat zhey are planning?” Henrik cautiously moved towards the little gentleman.

    JJ looked up to his eldest brother, “All I know is that I found the tip that led me to you was next to a very dangerous spell. One that will keep Marvin by his side for as long as he lives. Why? Why in the everloving world would Anti do that if he wasn’t scared that Marvin still has a chance?” JJ stepped continuously closer to Henrik until his hands were practically in his face.

Chase stayed where he was, speechless. He wanted to believe it was true, but what Marvin had him live through… He hated that he could never make that dream a reality, and that had to be the magician’s intent. Marvin got inside all of their heads and crossed a serious line just because Anti said that he should. Chase also couldn’t forget the hatred he saw in Marvin’s eyes. There was no way that it was completely from Anti’s influence.

“Chase, vhat do you zhink ve should do?” The question pulled him out of his thoughts. Chase made eye contact with Henrik and was sure that he must have heard wrong. Henrik and Jackie were the ones who made plans. Henrik saw the disbelief that Chase tried and failed to hide from them and put a hand on his shoulder. “You have gotten us all zhis far, so vhat is our next move?”

“Uhhhh, okay, okay. I-I guess we, uh.” Chase trailed off and looked around the room. His brothers were counting on him. They believed in him. He wouldn’t let his family down. Not this time.

He took a deep breath and continued, “Alright, here’s what we’re gonna do. Henrik, I need you to start preparing syringes. Fill them with any kind of strong sedatives you can think of. If we can take them down without killing them, then that’s the route I wanna take.” Chase peeked over at JJ to make sure he was okay with that. He seemed conflicted but ultimately nodded.

“Jackie, I want you to listen in on those police scanners you stole. Yes we know about them. Keep an ear out for any major power drainages or explosions, something that might point towards Marvin performing a spell. We don’t know for sure whether they moved locations or not, and we can’t afford to be wrong.

JJ you knew-know, you know more about Marvin than any of us. We need to know weak spots or ways to counteract his spells. I understand that you don’t want us to hurt him, but if we don’t stop him then he won’t hesitate to take us all out. After all, we all barely made it out last time.” Chase took another breath after he finished. He had never been much of leader, but there was a first time for everything, right?

    Just then, Jackie whispered to himself, “No. It was too easy…”

    “Too easy? Did you not just hear the part where I said we barely escaped with our lives? What part of that sounds too easy to you?” Chase turned his head to squint at the hero. Jackie looked up startled as if he hadn’t expected for anyone to have heard that.

    He regained his composure and explained, “I’d ask if you’re blind, but Henrik’s the only one here with glasses. Didn’t you see? Anti just watched us go out the door. Even Marvin stopped attacking long enough to let us go. Anti said he needed us, so why just let us escape?” Jackie stepped away from the door and began pacing around the room.

    “Perhaps ve veren’t zhe target.” Henrik looked over at JJ, “Perhaps ve vere merely zhe symptoms of a larger virus zhat Anti vanted to get rid of.”

    JJ signed, “What in thunderation are you talking about?” They all could tell how nervous he was. Henrik learned quickly that whenever his little brother was scared, he liked to revert to old-fashioned sayings and phrases.

    Chase stepped up, “He’s saying, JJ, that the reason Anti and Marvin let us escape is because we were making it too hard for them to get you unharmed.”

    Meanwhile across town back at the abandoned building Marvin was thrown against the wall. “Two tasks. That’s all I needed you to accomplish. Two simple tasks, and you failed at both.” Anti stalked over to the magician who sat limply against the wall. He failed his master. He deserved this. Anti grabbed Marvin’s chin and forced him to look up, “Maybe I should take my strings back and throw you to your brothers, let them deal with you.”

    For a brief moment, the word “escape” flashed across Marvin’s mind, but it was quickly replaced with visions of his brothers torturing him for the monster he had become. Those visions morphed into ones of life without Anti as the static creeped in. Without Anti, how could he think? How could he live without his permission to do so? His magic was his master’s alone to control.

    Marvin shook his head pleadingly and Anti smiled, “Then get back to work, and next time I expect you to be able to kill when I tell you to.” Marvin thanked him and ran back to the sigil, but the word “kill” had seeded a bad feeling in his mind, a feeling that he just couldn’t shake.

Sorry for the long wait. I have had so much on my plate with a whole heaping side of writer’s block. Thanks for reading! I really hope I’m doing this story justice, considering it started as just a small idea. I never thought that it would get this far honestly. Thank you all for your support of this story. As always feedback is highly encouraged and always welcome. Thanks!

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[hunter-the-sad-skeleton]

Hunter(mun) Blitzwing fanfic oneshot “Two birds.”

Send the text. Send the text. Talk to them. Hunter kept trying to bring himself to text his old friend, but a gut feeling held him back. After a few minutes, he flipped his phone shut with a snap. “Vhy not talk to zhem?” Icy asked. “I’m....I’m too scared to...what if...what if I catch them at a bad time...? What if I say the wrong thing?” Hunter asked, pulling his knees to his chest, resting his chin on them. “Zhey’re your friend, Hunter! Vould zhey say zhat to you?” Icy asked. Hunter was quiet. They hadn’t talked in a while. Had they already forgotten him? He wouldn’t blame them. “Hunter, listen.” Icy said. Hunter couldn’t hear. Icy tapped his hands together. “Listen: I’m sure zhat zhey love you so much! Vere all zhose years togezher playing und talking for nozhing? Vere zhey? Vill you let zhem be zhat? Hm? Vill you let zhose 12 or so years go to vaste? Hm?” Icy asked. “I just...don’t wanna inconvenience them...” Hunter croaked. “Mein gott-if zhey love you, zhey von’t be inconvenienced by you! Zhey’ll cherish every moment speaking to you!” Icy said curtly. Hunter sniffled. “Oh no, it’s okay...! I’m sorry if I vas harsh, but people love you! Vhy vould people give you zheir Phone number zhen?” Icy asked. “P-Pity...?” Hunter hiccuped. Icy’s optics shrank. “Oh no, no, no, no, no, sveetheart! Not pity! Zhey truly love you!” Icy said. Hunter hiccuped again. “What if they don’t...?” Hunter asked, tears spilling out. “Zhen I’ll kick zheir ASS.” Icy swore. Hunter hiccuped. “D-Did you just *hic* swear...?” Hunter asked through tears. “Darn right.” Icy scowled. Hunter wiped the tears away with his sleeve, only for them to return almost double. “Oh sveetheart...!” Icy frowned. Hunter sobbed into his knees, thoroughly soaking his sweatpants. “It’ll be okay..!” Icy sentimented. “You don’t know that..!” Hunter sobbed. Icy froze. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what he COULD do! Quick footsteps were heard coming upstairs. “Vhat’s zhe matter up he-HUNTER!!” Random yelped, speeding over and scooping him up in a tight hug. “Mein gute freund, vhat happened zhat’s hurt you so terribly...? Breakup? Fail on a test? Art not vork out? Animation fail to save?” Random asked gently. Hunter hiccuped. Random softly brushed a servo through Hunter’s hair, ruffling it with each stroke. “Vhat’s hurting you to zhe point of tears, mein freund? You can alvays tell me!” Random said softly. “I’m scared that a friend has forgotten about me...” Hunter hiccuped. Random gasped, optics shrinking. “Oh Mein sveetheart, no! Vhy vould zhey forget about you?” Random asked. “I just have that gut feeling...like if I text them they’ll....hate me...” Hunter sniffled. Random’s hair stroking halted for a moment before resuming. “How could zhey hate you?” Random asked, voice with a new undertone. “W-Well, do ya want me to list terrible things about myself...?” Hunter asked. “Zhat vouldn’t be long list, ja? You’re a vunderbar person!” Random chimed. “I lie, I push others away when I need help, I don’t take breaks, I prevent myself from sleeping as I feel I don’t deserve it, I occasionally scratch myself if I do something wrong, I stim when I shouldn’t, I have an explosive temper, I don’t have romantic feelings period, I’m a freak, I don’t like sex, need I go on?” Hunter hiccuped. “Ja, you have some bad habits, but zhose don’t define you! Und zhose make you, you! Und zhat’s zhe best zhing zhat you could EVER be!” Random said. “Not to mention that sometimes I don’t eat on purpose...” Hunter lamented. “YOU VHAT?!?” Icy and Random gasped in unison. “Zhat’s not healzhy!!!!” Icy chirped. “Zhat could get you in zhe hospital!!” Random panicked. “If I wanted to be put on blast, I woulda come out to my family....” Hunter grumbled. “Zhis isn’t putting you on blast, zhis is your friends being vorried about your healzh!!” Random said. Hunter grumbled. “Vhat vas zhat?” Random asked. “I JUST WISH THAT I WASN’T A FREAK!!! I HATE MY ANXIETY, I HATE MY ADHD, I HATE THAT I’M AROACE, I HATE MY BODY FOR NOT LOOKING HOW I FEEL, AND I MOST IMPORTANTLY HATE MYSELF FOR BEING SO CLINGY AND SENSITIVE TO EVERY FUCKING THING!!!!” Hunter snapped. A blanket of silence fell upon the room, and all fell silent except for a few sobs from Hunter. “You don’t believe all zhose horrible zhings, do you...?” Random asked. “They’re all true.” Hunter chuffed. “I’m a freak. I do things that normal stable people don’t.” Hunter sighed. “Zhat’s not true!!” Random objected. “I’m a freak who doesn’t deserve friends...I deserve to die alone in the middle of-“ Hunter started. “HUNTER THERESE CROW, YOU SHUT YOU TRAP ZHIS INSTANT!!!” Random shrieked. “I REFUSE TO ALLOW ZHIS SELF HATRED TO CONTINUE ZHIS HORRIBLY ANY FURZHER!!!” Random snapped. Hunter yelped. “Now zhen, I’m going to hug you tightly und you are going to sob as hard as HUMANLY POSSIBLE into my chest so zhat you feel better, capiche?!” Random snapped. Hunter nodded. Random hugged him tightly and Hunter sobbed heavily while Random hummed a tune to help. A few minutes later, Hunter finished crying it out. “Doesn’t zhat feel better?” Random asked softly. “Uh huh...” Hunter yawned. “Tired huh?” Random asked. Hunter nodded tiredly. “Vell, it’s around bedtime anyvays~!” Random hummed softly. Hunter snuggled under his weighted blanket, almost instantly falling asleep. Random shooed Icy out of the room, following him out after turning the light off. “Goodnight, my friend~! Sleep vell~!” Random said softly, closing the door behind him.

[javelon]

Crossroads Deal - Bad Ending

A demon deal. Jack hadn't wanted to believe it. When Marvin and Henrik told everyone what they found he had argued that they must be mistaken. He couldn't bring himself to think that Chase would have done such a thing, all to save him. It was just a coincidence. 

Then Anti went into Chase's phone and found the location history. Most of it was normal; house, gas station, grocery store. That sorta thing. Then he found an odd location in the country, not far from them. Jack had gone there with Marvin and Anti to check it out and found a dirt crossroads. Marvin went to the center and used his magic to dig up a box that's contents made Jack's blood run cold. Inside this small unsuspecting box was dirt, a bone, and a picture of Chase. And Jack hated it. He didn't even want to look at it as it was undeniable proof that Chase had made a deal to bring Jack back. 

"I just don't get it, Chase. Why? Why would you do this?" Jack whispered to his comatose friend, clasping one of Chase's too cold hands in his.

The egos said Chase had been having a hard time. Henrik told him about the anti anxiety and depression pills the doctor had prescribed to help with Chase's mental health and about the counselor Henrik had tried to get Chase to go see. Jack wishes he had been here to help. 

"Please wake up, Chase. You've got so many people here who miss you and need you. Anti's become a living statue now. Marv never performs any of his shows. Jackie spends more and more time away from home and when he does come home he's a mess of injuries. Hen speaks in German more than English now which you know he only does when he's really stressed. And Jamie keeps compulsively cleaning everything, says he wants to make sure you don't have to worry about anything when you wake up. And your kids, Chase...Stacy says they wake up every night crying cause of nightmares of losing you."

Jack paused to wipe away at the tears forming, trying to compose himself, "I need you too, man. You're my best friend. And you've done so much good with the channel! The PMA movement is amazing! And I know you'd love the new memes the fans come up with. How..." Jack bit back a sob, "H-how can I keep that up without you? How did y-you do it? You're....fuck you're so much stronger than me. I can't...I c-can't do this w-without you, Chase. P-please. Please wake up." 

Unable to suppress it anymore, Jack covered his face with his hands, loud sobs filling the room.

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Marvin growled in frustration as he threw another useless book away from him. Running his hands through his disheveled hair (When was the last time he cut it?) he grabbed another book off the shelf and used his magic to start slipping through the pages. 

Six months. Six long godforsaken months since they'd found that thrice damned box and Marvin was no closer to figuring out how to wake up Chase than he was before they found the box.

It was surprisingly easy to find information on how to summon a crossroads demon. But after that there was almost nothing. No passages about demon weaknesses. No books about ending deals. No hints even on what demons took in return.

That's what scared Marvin the most. He had no idea what Chase gave the demon in exchange for the deal. And the crossroads demons Marvin had summoned weren't interested in telling him. They would laugh at him and say he'll find out soon enough then they'd poof away. 

"Useless fucking book!" Marvin snarled as he flung another book away with his magic, jumping when he heard a cry of alarm from where the book impacted the wall next to the door.

"Henrik! Oh God I'm so sorry!" Marvin rushed to the doctor's side, "I didn't hear you enter! Are you alright??"

The doctor waved him off with a weak smile, "I'm alright, mein freund. Merely startled me. So long as you veren't aiming at me I'm sure zhe book had it coming."

Marvin hovered for a moment before a quick scan of Henrik with his magic confirmed that the doctor was indeed fine. His shoulders slumped forward in relief, "I'm still sorry. I should know better than to lose track of my surroundings." 

Henrik's hand gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze, "It's alright. I zhould have been more careful myself. I heard zhe noise and came to check on you. I haz never seen you throw books so carelessly before, Marv. Talk to me, mein freund."

Papers and books fluttered in the sudden breeze as Marvin clenched his fists, "It's been a year, Hen. A fucking year and I still can't figure out how to wake him up!"

"It's alri-"

"IT'S NOT ALRIGHT!" 

Henrik gasped as the floor around Marvin was suddenly in flames, backing away from the either the fire or his anger. Marvin wasn't sure which and didn't care at the moment.

"I'm a magician, Henrik! Marvin the Magnificent! My specialty is the supernatural and yet I can't even save our brother!!"

With a snarl Marvin whirled towards the fire and extinguished it with a blast of icy wind, leaving a slippery patch on the floor in its place. His chest heaved with his anger as the two stood there in silence.

"I'm going to summon another demon tonight, where he did. It's the one year anniversary after all. Maybe the demon that shows up with finally tell me something useful as they gloat about it."

Henrik frowned at him before finally giving a nod, "Ok. If zhey don't though....kick zheir ass for me."

The grin Marvin gave was humorless and bloodthirsty, "I can promise that."

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The next couple hours passed slowly as Marvin gathered the supplies he needed then waited for sunset. He was originally going to summon the demon at the same time he figured Chase would have but he got too restless to wait anymore. Ten minutes early he teleported to the original crossroads and buried his box, pulling his magic to his hands as he waited.

"Well it's not often I get a light show when summoned. What's the occasion, darling?"

Marvin whirled around at the voice, hands at the ready but paused when he saw the being before him. All the demons he had summoned before had been attractive in some way or another. But this woman...she looked more like a supermodel than a demon.

The smile she gave him was sultry and dangerous and set off every warning bell possible in him, "Hello, Marvin."

The magician backed up a step as she stepped towards him, wanting to keep distance between them, "You know me?"

"Of course, darling." This time she took a step to the side with him stepping to the side in the other direction, both still facing the other, "Who doesn't know Marvin the Magnificent and his wonderful little magic shows? Such a shame you haven't had a show recently."

Anger bubbled up in him as Marvin growled, "Kinda hard to put on a show when one of your brethren has placed my brother in a coma."

She cooed in sympathy, her body language convincing enough that Marvin would have believed her if he didn't know she was a demon, "Such a tragic thing to happen. But he did summon us you know. Crossroads demons don't make deals with the unwilling. We're not that cruel." 

Another step to the side.

"Yet you're cruel enough to take payment from someone who's desperate and had been drinking!" Marvin retorted. 

The woman hummed, "Perhaps. We are still demons after all. But I can assure you he was still sober enough to make the deal with a clear head. He did not get anything he did not ask for nor was he coerced into doing something he did not desire."

At this point the two were slowly circling each other, watching the other closely as if searching for a weak point to strike yet waiting for their opponent to make the first move.

"I'm sure the demon was just as sympathetic to his plight as you are before taking Chase's payment. Tell me what did Chase offer in exchange for his deal?"

A look of almost amused surprise crossed the woman's face, "He didn't tell you? Oh yes of course he didn't. I suppose I didn't give him enough time to confess what he'd done." She shrugged unconcerned, "Oh dear. Well I did promise to let him see his dear Jack awake first so I still held up my end if the deal."

Marvin froze in place, "Your end...?" His eyes widened in realization before glowing green in fury, "You! You're the one!"

Her cruel laugh filled the crossroads, "Ding ding, let's give a treat to the kitty for finally figuring it out. I must say I've never seen someone work so hard on the behalf of my client to cancel their contract, it's been rather amusing to watch."

Marvin surged forward with a snarl, grabbing the woman by her throat and lifting her off the ground. His hand crackled with magical power as he held it to her face, "You will free my brother from his coma, bitch, before I send you back to the hell pit you crawled out of."

The smug grin and raised eyebrow fueled Marvin's fury, "But how can I tell you what I took from your dear brother if I'm in hell? Isn't that what you wanted to know so desperately?"

Her smile widened when he hesitated, "I took what all demons want. His soul."

Marvin's jaw gaped slightly in shock and horror. The demon woman cooed in mock sympathy again, "It's alright, darling, he didn't know either at first. But I did tell him before we finalized the deal if that makes you feel any better."

Taking advantage of his distraction the woman teleported out of his grasp to a spot a few feet away, "Now if you'll excuse me, unless you have your own deal to make I really must be going. Queen of the Crossroads and all. Keeps me rather busy. Besides I think your creator really needs to speak with you. I'll be sure to tell your brother hello for you, dear."

Marvin's phone rang in the suddenly empty crossroads and the ground rumbled from where his fist punched the dirt, a cry of rage echoing in the stillness. The phone went silent only to ring again, keeping Marvin from sinking further into his anger. Jack's name flashed across the screen. With shaking hands Marvin answered, "Hello?"

Sobs immediately assaulted his ears causing him to jerk to a stand, "Jack?? Wha-??"

"Marv!! He-hh-e...oh g-god" 

The magician felt his heart pounding from where it had lodged itself in his throat and he teleported to Jack's location. Immediately he was assaulted by the smell of copper and sulfur and decay and the sound of heart wrenching sobs.

"What..." Marvin's eyes bulged at the sight before him.

Jack had been in the hospital room but it wasn't anything like what it had been before. Furniture was turned over or broke, the shattered glass from the window strewn about the floor. Jack, Henrik, and Jameson sat on the floor, holding each other as they sobbed. And the blood. Oh God the blood was everywhere... The walls, the furniture, the ceiling! But the majority of it was in a very large pool in the center of the room.

And in the center of the pool was Anti, his clothing torn to shreds with large claw and teeth marks all over his body, sobbing shaking his form as he curled over someone in his arms. Next to him lay the unmoving body of a hellish canine beast, Anti's knife buried in its throat. A hellhound...

Marvin gasped and took a step towards Anti. Hellhounds worked for demons, carrying out tasks for them like guarding places from mortals and... And collecting souls. 

"Anti..." Marvin called quietly, desperation choking. No no he had to be wrong. Please...

The glitch's red rimmed eyes gazed up at him in despair, allowing Marvin to see the torn open body of his brother in Anti's arms.

"Chase-?!" 

The house shook as the magician fell to his knees, his cries of rage and grief joining those of who remained of his family.