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graphic-hawk ยท 2 months ago
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Chase Brody
โ€œDo you have any regrets?โ€
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unorthodoxposts ยท 2 months ago
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draft: blood in the water
"I know what it means, Dark."
Anti could feel dark, dark eyes on him then, just the barest hints of red peering past the edge of his pupils. He was hungry. Dark was hungry. He needed to feed.
But, still, all Dark seemed able to do was look, stare at him. His skin was pallid, almost as pale as the natural tone of Anti's at this point; gray, even. Obviously, it wasn't right. It just made it less right that Dark's skin was tan, was supposed to be tan.
"Anti," came Dark's voice, low, a different kind of rough. "Are you certain you want to do this?"
Anti took a deep breath in through his nose, breathed out, and he looked at him. Dark was still stood at the opposite end of the room. If Anti didn't know better, or was anyone else, Dark seemed his ever-present calm; composed. But Anti did know better, and he wasn't anyone else. He could see the tension in his shoulders, the rigidity of his spine, like he was forcing himself straighter than he actually felt like holding himself. Honestly, he looked terrible, so, "Yes, I'm fuckin' sure. You need to feed."
Standing, Dark leant against the heater behind him, his feet crossed at the front as he raised his head to look at Anti. "How about this," he began, his head slightly tilted. "I agree to feed from you, and in exchange, you shift for me. Tonight."
Anti held back a growl at that, and he set his jaw. "Fine."
But Dark didn't move.
"Promise me."
Anti shut his eyes, took in another deep breath through his nose, opened them. "I promise."
He blinked, and Dark was directly in front of him, teeth glinting in the low light of the room. Anti held his wrist towards him then, his own impressive set of canine grit as Dark took the offered limb in hand. He made eye contact, opened his mouth. And Anti took that moment to appreciate the intensity of those teeth then, the precise point of them, their crisp edge; about to break skin. His skin.
He steeled himself, and Dark bit.
His teeth sank deep, deep into the pale flesh of his wrist, these small pools of blood beading at the surface as he fed from him. A sharp, metallic scent filled the air, and Anti resisted a wince when its poignant smell reached his nose, the stuff feeling like it was clogging his throat at the taste of it on his tongue. But Anti forced himself to remain still, steady as Dark took his fill.
Whilst Dark stayed busy doing his thing, Anti let his head fall to the other man's shoulder, his nose close to the thin skin of his throat as he inhaled. Anti narrowed his eyes, and he watched close as the color returned to Dark's face, flooding his skin with that familiar, tan hue. It was at that point Anti was content to shut his eyes, his form relaxing into Dark. As with everything Dark did, he was careful, and he pulled back slow; controlled, to an annoying extent. Anti huffed against him.
He felt hands cupping either side of his face then, and Anti looked up. Dark leant forwards some, his dark hair messy but falling in a way that was also pretty against his forehead, and something primal and hot stirred in Anti's gut at that. Dark's mouth was meeting his then, and Anti didn't hesitate to return that contact, his eyes squeezing shut as he put his hands to the other man's torso. His fingers gripped greedily at his waist, and his lips parted fast at the insistent press of Dark's tongue at his bottom lip. And he could taste himself. The flavor of something like metal, and coppery; of blood, coating the insides of his mouth.
Anti exhaled harshly through his nose, and he pulled his mouth from Dark's. Dark was already doing the same, a tinge of red still staining his teeth. "Teeth," Anti murmured, his eyes somewhere distant, mind feeling like a thick fog.
"Ah," answered Dark, his hands moving to pull a handkerchief from his breast pocket. "Of course."
It's not that Anti had a problem with blood, really, but something about the taste of it in his mouth bothered him, and it wasn't its flavor. It took him back to the night of his first change, how hard he had fought against it, because he hadn't wanted to change. It reminded him how his teeth had elongated, formed into a set of thick, sharp canines, how those canines had dug into his bottom lip and caused a thin red fluid to glaze his tongue as he pushed back against the breaking and rearranging of bone. How he had clawed at his own throat, had ended up scarring it, to stay human.
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Welcome to Your New Unlife
Shadow City AU - Chapter One?
A JSE Fanfic
You all voted on the poll for this, so here you go! I wasn't able to finish this week's PNPT AU chapter, but I've had this sitting in my WIPs for a while. Shadow City is an urban fantasy AU where the septic egos are all various supernatural creatures, hiding right under the noses of the everyday people of the city Scuabyrg. Chase is new to this, having just woken up one morning as a ghost. Jackie, Schneep, and Marvin are all friends, being a werewolf, vampire, and witch respectively. And JJ is new in town, moving in along with a mysterious roommate.
It's important to note that I am NOT READY to start posting this AU regularly. Though I've been working on it on and off for a while, I have not really gotten that far, and I'm not really able to fit it into my schedule. I guess I COULD add it into the rotation so I write five AUs at a time instead of four? But quite frankly, I don't want to do that XD There's already a long delay between chapters of my weekly AUs as it is. Maybe if you guys want it, I can post this AU sporadically? When I get to it? Who knows? I just hope you enjoy this 10k word preview, I guess XD
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Chase opened his eyes to a killer headache.
He groaned and closed his eyes once more, pressing his hands to either side of his head. He must have had too much to drink again last night. He rolled over, expecting to feel his mattress or the sofa cushions shift under him... but the surface he was lying on was harder than that. Did he fall asleep on the floor? That was a new low.
It took him a moment to realize he wasnโ€™t alone. There were voices around him.
The headache was already fading, but it still took some effort for him to open his eyes again and look around. He was, indeed, lying on the floor of his living room. Specifically, underneath the front window, pressed up against the blue-wallpapered wall. The floor was carpeted, but the short beige carpet wasnโ€™t exactly soft. Not a good place to sleep. But that was the least of his concerns now, as he saw three strangers wandering around the room. โ€œHey!โ€ he shouted, sitting up. โ€œWhat the hell are you doing?!โ€
The strangers didnโ€™t respond to him. Two of them were talking, standing between the coffee table and his TV stand. The third one was looking down at the brown sofa. He saw her pick up an empty bottle from the end table with a gloved hand and look it over. They werenโ€™t trying to be subtle or careful about any of this. They were clearly visible in the sunlight coming from the open window. Were they robbing him? Who robbed someone in the middle of the day?!
โ€œI asked you what the hell you were doing!โ€ Chase snapped. He climbed to his feetโ€”or tried to, at least. He felt... weirdly floaty. His arms and legs werenโ€™t responding like they should. But he pushed through that and got up. โ€œThis is my house and I didnโ€™t fucking let you in! Get out before I call the cops!โ€
They werenโ€™t even phased by his shouting. Chase felt a spike of fear and panic, and his eyes darted around, looking for his phone. He left it on the coffee table last night... last he knew. He didnโ€™t actually remember... a lot of last night. He didnโ€™t drink that much, did he?
Whatever. His phone wasnโ€™t on the table. But he knew that this house he rented came with a landline in the kitchen. Too bad the archway to the kitchen was through the weird guys in his living room. Chase hesitated, trying to plot a way through them, scanning the living room.
...something was wrong with the sunlight.
He frowned, unsure what it was. Curious, he raised his hand and waved it, staring at the ground to see if his shadow was weird or something.
...
In a way, he was right.
Because his shadow... wasnโ€™t there at all.
Chase stared at the ground. He leaned side to side, hoping that maybe this was just the hangover messing with his vision or something. But... no, he didnโ€™t have a shadow.
โ€œWh-what?โ€ He breathed, a disbelieving laugh tracing the word. This couldnโ€™t be right. He turned around to look out the window, having the absurd thought that someone was playing a trick on him with a special kind of light.
Outside the window, the small front garden of his house was overrun with more strangers. But... not just any strangers. Some of them were wearing familiar uniforms. And there was a big white van with sirens and open back doorsโ€”an ambulance. There was an ambulance outside, accompanied by paramedics and police. All outside his house.
He stared at them for a moment, then turned to look at the strangers in his room again. For the first time, he really took in what they were talking about. โ€œWell if thereโ€™s no sign of a break-in, itโ€™s pretty clear what it was, donโ€™t you think?โ€ one of them was saying.
Another one sighed. โ€œYeah. But itโ€™s just... you want it to be anything else, donโ€™t you?โ€
โ€œWhatโ€™s going on?โ€ Chase asked. โ€œWh-what are you talking about? I-is someone hurt?!โ€ His eyes darted around the room again, looking for something out of the ordinaryโ€”
There was a stain on the ground.
To his left. There was a stain on the ground.
A rusty red-brown splatter, partially covering the wall as well.
Blood.
Chase suddenly felt very cold. โ€œWhat... whatโ€™s happening?โ€ he whispered. He looked up at the strangers. They must have been more police officersโ€”or detectives, maybe, since they werenโ€™t in uniform. The two were carrying on with their conversation. The third was standing up and heading down the hallway. Completely unbothered. Like they... hadnโ€™t seen or heard him at all...ย 
The cold feeling deepened.
โ€œI-I... I-if you arenโ€™t going to answer me, thenโ€”then I-Iโ€™m leaving!โ€ Chase announced. He headed to the nearby front door, reaching for the doorknobโ€”
His hand passed right through it.
He stared at the doorknob, not comprehending what just happened. Slowly, he reached out again, as if he thought that going slower would help. But... no. His hand passed through it again.
He looked at his hand. It looked normal to him. Maybe a bit pale? He took a deep breath...
Or... he tried to. His chest rose and fell, but he felt no air pass through his nose. Or through his mouth, when he tried again.
He wasnโ€™t breathing.
He didnโ€™t have a shadow.
People couldnโ€™t see or hear him.
And his hand passed right through things.
Was he...?
No. No, this had to be a dream! A nightmare! Panicking, he ran right at the doorโ€”and as suspected, he passed right through the wood and ended up outside.
It was a sunny day. It was near the end of summer, before the chill of autumn started to set in.ย  There wasnโ€™t a cloud in the sky to block the sun from beating down. And there was no wind rustling the clothes and hair of the people outside.
But he couldnโ€™t feel the heat.
In a daze, he moved forward, weaving around the police. He moved towards the ambulance. Towards its open doors.
Inside was a black bag.
โ€œOh god...โ€ Chase whispered. He backed up again. โ€œF-fuck.โ€ His chest was rising and falling quickly, but it was just a habit, he didnโ€™t feel the air, he didnโ€™t feel the breathโ€”He ran his hand through his hair. He could feel that fine! And... he could feel something on the side of his head. Something he didnโ€™t notice when he opened his eyes earlier.
The spot where his head hurt... it was sticky.
Chase felt his head, to make sure that this was what he thought it was. A sticky, slightly warm spot on either side of his head. His head didnโ€™t hurt anymore, butโ€”fuck, was this what caused it?!
His eyes darted around, looking for something, anything, to explain why this was happening. Did someone break into his house?! Attack him in his sleep?! Was anyone else in the neighborhood hurt, or was it just him?! He couldnโ€™t see any answers to these questions. But... he could see someone looking at him.
Chase stared back at this stranger. He moved back and forth slightly, to be sure that the stranger was looking at himโ€”which he was, as his eyes darted to follow Chaseโ€™s motion. This stranger was wearing a blue jacket, which was identical to the blue jackets that some of the other people around were wearing. A uniform? The strangerโ€™s hair was brown, pulled back in a small manbun, and he had a beard that was thick but not too long. As Chase stared back at him, the stranger subtly jerked his head to the side, then walked that way. Did he want Chase to follow him?
He was hesitant at first, but what else was he supposed to do now? This guy was the only person who could see him so far. Maybe he had answers. Chase headed after him.
The stranger had ducked around the corner of the house, leaning by the iron fence that separated it from the neighbor. Now that Chase was closer, he could see the words SPDFI written in yellow on the jacketโ€™s lapel. โ€˜SPDโ€™... That probably stood for Scuabyrg Police Departmentโ€”Scuabyrg being the city that Chase lived in, the city they were in right now. What did โ€˜FIโ€™ stand for, though?
โ€œWell, uh... hey,โ€ the stranger said.
โ€œCan you see me?โ€ Chase blurted out.
The stranger laughed. โ€œYeah, I can. And hear you, too.โ€ He smiled a bit. โ€œIโ€™m Jack McLoughlin. I work for Forensic Investigation. Weโ€™re the people who investigate crime scenes.โ€
Ah, so thatโ€™s what โ€˜FIโ€™ stood for. โ€œSo... why are you... Wh-why can you see me?โ€ Chase whispered. โ€œWhen Iโ€™m... A-am I... Am I... dead?โ€
Jackโ€™s smile fell and he became serious again. โ€œI... want to be sensitive about this. But... yeah. You are.โ€
Chase didnโ€™t say anything. He stared at Jack blankly.
โ€œTake a moment to process it,โ€ Jack said gently. โ€œItโ€™s... obviously itโ€™s a lot. Youโ€™re probably overwhelmed. Thatโ€™s okay.โ€
โ€œI-I donโ€™t... understand,โ€ Chase whispered. โ€œWhat happened to me?โ€
โ€œ...do you want me to be blunt and tell you?โ€ Jack asked.
โ€œYeah.โ€
โ€œBrace yourself, okay?โ€ Jack paused for a moment. โ€œYou got shot in the head.โ€
โ€œI figured that out,โ€ Chase dismissed. He tapped the side of his head. โ€œI felt the spot. Butโ€”why?!โ€
โ€œUh... well, from what Iโ€™ve overheard, they think...โ€ Jack coughed awkwardly.
โ€œSomeone killed me?โ€
โ€œNo, uh, not someone... else.โ€
Chase stared. He felt a sinking feeling in his stomachโ€”or... the spot where his stomach would be, if he had a body. โ€œThey think that... it was self-inflicted?โ€
โ€œWell, uh... if youโ€™re so surprised, theyโ€™re probably wrong,โ€ Jack said slowly.
โ€œY-yeah of course I am! I mean, Iโ€™m notโ€”I wouldnโ€™t say I neverโ€”But not while myโ€”holy shit my family!โ€ Chase gasped. โ€œTheyโ€™re going toโ€”oh my god, Iโ€”Declanโ€™s going toโ€”Stacyโ€”โ€
โ€œPlease try to calm down.โ€ Jackโ€™s voice was steady. โ€œFocus on the world around you. You are here. This is real.โ€
Chase took a few more deep โ€œbreaths.โ€ Even though it didnโ€™t do anything, the motion was comforting. โ€œIโ€”I didnโ€™t wantโ€”I mean, does anyone really wantโ€”โ€
โ€œWeโ€™re going to take this slowly,โ€ Jack continued. โ€œOne thing at a time. This is a massive change, but it will be okay.โ€
โ€œOkay?! Iโ€™m dead!โ€
โ€œBut youโ€™re still around. That means you still have stuff to do here.โ€
Chase pressed a hand to his chest. He could feel it. He could feel that. Jack was right, he was still here. โ€œOkay,โ€ he whispered. โ€œOkay.โ€ He nodded, then gave Jack another look. โ€œSo... You see dead people?โ€
Jack cracked a smile. โ€œYeah. I have a gift for it. A sixth sense, ESP, whatever you want to call it. Been that way all my life, so Iโ€™m used to it. I know a lot about ghosts and all that.โ€
โ€œOkay... so... ghosts are real,โ€ Chase stated. โ€œPeople... really do become ghosts when they die.โ€
โ€œOh, not everyone,โ€ Jack said. โ€œIt depends.โ€
โ€œOn what?โ€
โ€œIf you have unfinished business. People who die with big regrets, people who were in the middle of something, people who had one last thing they wanted to do... those guys become ghosts. Itโ€™s why I went into CSI and forensics and stuff. People who die in accidents or, uh... murders... a-are more likely to have that tether that keeps them to this side.โ€ Jack tilted his head. โ€œSo... Do you know what your business is? Itโ€™s okay if you donโ€™t. Not all ghosts do.โ€
โ€œI...โ€ Chase paused. โ€œI... donโ€™t know. I... Maybe itโ€™s my family.โ€
โ€œThat would make sense,โ€ Jack said slowly. โ€œWhatโ€™s your family like?โ€
โ€œI-I have a wife, Stacyโ€”well, um, technically sheโ€™s my ex-wife. We... finalized our divorce recently.โ€ Chase winced just remembering it. โ€œBut, um, we donโ€™t hate each other! We just... thought it was better this way. I-it was mostly her idea. And I guess I donโ€™t blame her, I... I think I was a good dad, but maybe not a good, uh, homemaker. Anyway, yeah, uh, I-I also have a son. Declan. H-heโ€™s ten.โ€ He smiled slightly. โ€œMy little ball of sunshine.โ€ The smile faded. โ€œI would never... I-I wouldnโ€™t leave him. Never.โ€
Jack nodded sympathetically. โ€œI believe you. I guess... I guess that things arenโ€™t what they look like in there. Someone mustโ€™ve framed it as a suicide.โ€
โ€œBut who the fuck would want to kill me?โ€ Chase asked. โ€œIโ€™m a nobody! Iโ€™m a wannabe streamer, thereโ€™s no reason to sneak into my house and murder me!โ€
โ€œIโ€™m sorry, I donโ€™t know.โ€ Jack shook his head. โ€œUm... whatโ€™s your name, by the way? I shouldโ€™ve asked you earlier.โ€
Chase laughed. โ€œOh, I didnโ€™t even realize you hadnโ€™t asked. Iโ€™m Chase. Chase Brody. Sometimes called BroAverage online, but thereโ€™s only a handful of people whoโ€™d know me as that, I bet.โ€
โ€œWell, itโ€™s nice to meet you, Chase.โ€ Jack smiled. โ€œIโ€™d like to help you get used to all this.โ€
โ€œGet used to being a ghost?โ€ Chase repeated doubtfully.
โ€œPeople can get used to anything,โ€ Jack said. โ€œBut itโ€™s not just that. Now that youโ€™re a ghost... well, you might want to know that thereโ€™s more to the world than you think.โ€
Chase blinked in surpriseโ€”realizing that, like breathing, the motion was no longer instinctual. โ€œWhat do you mean?โ€
โ€œThere are... more creatures in the world than youโ€™d expect,โ€ Jack said slowly. โ€œCreatures of the night, theyโ€™re sometimes called. The shadow world.โ€
โ€œYou mean like... what?โ€
โ€œAgain, do you want me to be blunt?โ€
โ€œMight as well.โ€
Jack shrugged. โ€œLike witches and vampires and werewolves and zombies andโ€”โ€
โ€œWHAT?!โ€ Chase shouted.
โ€œYou told me to be blunt,โ€ Jack pointed out.
โ€œFucking vampires and werewolves exist?!โ€ If Chase hadnโ€™t woken up as a ghost, he wouldnโ€™t have believed it.
โ€œYeah.โ€ Jack glanced to the side. โ€œBut, uh, unfortunately, Iโ€™m not sure I have enough time to explain all that. We were about to clear up here when you Awoke. I-I can come back some other time to explain more, but for now, let me give you the basics of being a ghost.โ€
โ€œUh... okay.โ€ The news about other supernatural creatures still hadnโ€™t fully sunken in, so might as well move on.
โ€œYouโ€™re still a, uh, โ€˜newโ€™ ghost,โ€ Jack said delicately. โ€œSo you wonโ€™t be able to go much farther than the spot you died. But you seem pretty aware, so youโ€™ll probably get stronger real quick.โ€
โ€œCan I... talk to people?โ€ Chase asked. โ€œOther than you, I mean. Like, you always hear about ghostly voices on those ghost hunter shows.โ€
Jack chuckled. โ€œGhost hunter shows arenโ€™t all that reliable. But... yeah. Ghosts can speak, be seen, and touch things, but you need to concentrate to be able to do it.โ€
โ€œConcentrate?โ€
โ€œItโ€™s all about intention. You usually donโ€™t think much about being seen, cause it just happens. But as a ghost, you need to think about it. Put effort into it. Most ghosts find it easiest to concentrate on speaking, since, uh, when youโ€™re talking youโ€™re already kind of intending to be heard. So just do that, but more so. Manifesting and touching things are a bit more difficult.โ€
โ€œOkay...โ€ Chase said slowly. โ€œI think Iโ€™m following.โ€
โ€œHere, I think I have time for a demonstration.โ€ Jack reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small sphere, about the size of a golf ball, made of cloudy glass. โ€œHold out your hand.โ€
Chase did so. Jack put his left hand under hisโ€”Chase realized he could see it through his own handโ€”and then used his right hand to drop the glass sphere towards Chaseโ€™s hand. It passed right through and landed in Jackโ€™s hand instead. โ€œUh...โ€
โ€œYou gotta concentrate on catching the ball,โ€ Jack said. โ€œYouโ€™re just expecting to be able to stop it. Thatโ€™s not enough. Actively think about touching the ball. Ready to try again?โ€
Chase nodded slowly. As Jack started to drop the sphere towards his hand again, Chase really thought about the sphere, imagining how it would feel when it hit his hand, his hand which was definitely really thereโ€”
The sphere landed in his palm. For a second, Chase could feel the smooth texture and weight of it. Then he startled in surprise and the sphere slipped through, into Jackโ€™s hand beneath his. Jack grinned. โ€œHey, first try! Thatโ€™s very good, not all ghosts can pass in the first ten tries.โ€
โ€œH-ha. Thanks.โ€ Chase smiled softly.
โ€œHey McLoughlin!โ€ a voice shouted. โ€œWhatโ€™re you doing? Weโ€™re heading out!โ€
Jack winced. He looked at Chase apologetically. โ€œGuess I gotta run. Iโ€™ll try to stop by as soon as I can. Sometime tomorrow, if possible, or the day after.โ€
โ€œOh. Yeah no, uh, go ahead.โ€ Chase nodded.
โ€œSee you around, Chase,โ€ Jack said, then turned and left.
โ€œSee you around,โ€ Chase repeated, watching him go. He stared as the police, paramedic, and forensics guys all piled into cars that drove away. The last to go was the ambulance... the ambulance with his body.
Chase sat down on the ground. He looked down at himself. A gray shirt, jeans with holes in the knees, and plain white socks. That was what he had died in. This was what he would look like forever now. He could feel his favorite cap on his head, too. He started to reach up to take it off, but stopped. This wasnโ€™t really his favorite cap. The same way these werenโ€™t really his clothes, and this wasnโ€™t really his body. What if the cap disappeared when he took it off? He didnโ€™t want to lose it. After all... this was all he really had now, wasnโ€™t it?
Fuck. He was dead.ย 
And yet... he was still here.
Chase looked up into the sky and watched the sun move gradually, letting it all sink in.
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Evening came, and the sun soon completely faded from the sky. The city lights turned on, filling the shadows with artificial brightness. For most everyday citizens, these were the quiet hours of the day. But for some, the city really came alive at night.
One such person was Jackie Sheach, who was walking through the downtown streets with complete confidence. Jackie wore his favorite red hoodie today, along with one of his many pairs of ripped jeans. His brown hair is messy, his face partially hidden by a dark beard, but his blue eyes seemed to shine in the darkness, like they were reflecting what little light there was. He was currently talking on the phone. โ€œโ€”No yeah Iโ€™ll be back before midnight, I promise,โ€ he said.
โ€œYou better,โ€ said a female voice on the other end. โ€œYou stay out way too late, Jackie. Your sleep schedule canโ€™t handle it!โ€
โ€œMy sleep schedule?!โ€ Jackie laughed. โ€œLily, cโ€™mon. Do any of us have consistent sleep schedules? Itโ€™s kind of part of the whole thing, isnโ€™t it?โ€
โ€œWeโ€™re going to set a good example for Bryson,โ€ Lily said firmly.
โ€œThe new guy?โ€
โ€œYep. You remember how it can be an adjustment. The least we can do is provide a solid foundation!โ€
โ€œYou sound like a youth leader,โ€ Jackie commented.
โ€œI might as well be a youth leader with all of you acting like children sometimes!โ€ Lily said. โ€œDo youth leaders even still exist? I havenโ€™t seen any, like, youth hangout centers in years.โ€
โ€œWho knows?โ€ Jackie shrugged. โ€œAnyway, yeah, Iโ€™ll be back by midnight. Schneepโ€™s responsible, heโ€™ll make sure I stick to my word. Speaking of which...โ€ He could see his destination coming up. A hanging wooden sign with the image of a crescent moon and the words โ€œThe Harvest Moonโ€ burned into it. The sign dangled over a plain wooden door, sandwiched between two businesses with flashing neon signs. It would have been so easy to miss it. โ€œIโ€™m here. Donโ€™t want to keep him waiting.โ€
โ€œSee you later, Jackie,โ€ Lily said.
โ€œSee you.โ€
The door to the Harvest Moon was plain, and there was no sign to say that the business was open. But there didnโ€™t need to be. If you were here, you knew the hours. Jackie opened the door right up, revealing a staircase heading down. He walked down the twelve or so steps and arrived at a glass door that had the same moon logo as the sign. In front of the door was a Welcome mat. โ€œHeeeere we are,โ€ Jackie said to himself, pushing the door open. A chiming sound rang outโ€”not a bell, more like soft wind chimes.
The Harvest Moon was a small establishment, its walls made of exposed red brick with pale wooden columns painted with some decals and covered in posters. Bar-shaped light bulbs dangled from wooden rafters. To the left and right, when walking in from the entrance, were long pale wooden tables and chairs, taking up most of the dining area. A bar was pressed against the far wall, and next to it was an open entrance leading to the wood-paneled hallway that led to the bathrooms and kitchen. Jackie could smell the mix of various pub dishes and alcoholic drinks in the air.
This time of night, the Harvest Moon was fairly empty, since it was still early for many of its patrons. Jackie walked past the tables, taking note of the few customers in here. There was a trio of younger, college-aged guys that he hadnโ€™t seen in here before, talking casually over a plate of fries. Beneath the fried smell of the food, Jackie could pick up on a bright scent, clear and bringing to mind something that sparkled. There were two girls around Jackieโ€™s own age, each nursing a fruity cocktail. One had the scent of ash and burning, while the other had a familiar sort of muskโ€”though he knew she wasnโ€™t part of Heartwoods, so maybe she was in some other pack. There was a person wearing a dramatic-looking black cloak in the corner, not eating anything. The scent coming from that direction was a mix of old books and freshly-mown grass.
And there was one more person sitting at the bar, checking a watch on his wrist. Jackie slid onto a stool next to him, recognizing the scent before he even recognized the person. Something salty, like an ocean breeze, but missing the undercurrent of blood and sweat that most creatures had. โ€œHey, Schneep. Sorry Iโ€™m late.โ€
The man turned to look at him. โ€œI went to so much trouble to get here early just for you, you know,โ€ he said with a scowl. He had a passing resemblance to Jackie, with his brown hair and blue eyes, but his hair and beard were much neater, his features slightly more angular. His skin had a slight gray tinge to itโ€”just enough to notice. He wore a long black coat over a pale brown sweater and darker brown dress pants. โ€œDo you know when I had to wake up? Sunset! And you are late?! I could have slept in.โ€ His voice was tinged with a German accent.
โ€œYeahhh, sorry,โ€ Jackie hissed. โ€œI had a last-minute delivery I had to do. Who orders food at eight oโ€™clock at night?โ€
โ€œA lot of people I know,โ€ Schneep muttered. โ€œAnd not all of them walk in the shadows. Some of them are just night people. Did you get it there in time?โ€
โ€œUhhh... yeah?โ€
โ€œWhy is there a question mark at the end of that answer?โ€
โ€œI mean, I got it there,โ€ Jackie said. โ€œBut I thought it wouldโ€™ve been faster to shift and run. Turns out it was not. Because people noticed and I had to take the long way to lose them.โ€
โ€œHmm.โ€ Schneep reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, opening up an app. โ€œThat explains this.โ€ He showed Jackie his screen. On it was a blurry photo of some giant dog-like thing running across a city street with a bag in its mouth. The photo was clearly posted on social media.
Jackie groaned. โ€œLily is gonna kill me.โ€
A woman approached them from the other side of the bar, with dark skin and a head of black curls. She wore a green button-down shirt with short sleeves and a name tag, but Jackie had been here enough to recognize her face and her petrichor scent. โ€œWelcome back again, you two,โ€ she said. โ€œThe usual?โ€
โ€œTo start with, yeah,โ€ Jackie said. โ€œThanks, Dolores.โ€
โ€œYes, thank you, Dolores,โ€ Schneep said.
Dolores nodded and smiled and turned around. She pointed at several bottles on the shelves behind the bar, and they started to move on their own, pouring into cups and mixing together. A minute later, she turned back around and deposited a glass in front of each of them. Jackieโ€™s was a lowball glass filled with a purple-blue drink, and Schneepโ€™s was a martini glass with a red liquid inside. โ€œEnjoy. Are we going all night or do you have work, doc?โ€
Schneep shook his head. โ€œIt is my night off.โ€
โ€œI, uh, need to be back home by midnight,โ€ Jackie mumbled. โ€œI promised Lily. She wants everyone to start having consistent sleep schedules.โ€
Schneep raised an eyebrow. โ€œIsnโ€™t it hard to get a consistent schedule with the moon situation?โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s what I said!โ€ Jackie took a drink from his glass. โ€œBut we have this new guy, Bryson. She wants us to be good examples for him.โ€
Dolores chuckled, leaning on the bar. โ€œNew guy? You make it sound like itโ€™s a job.โ€
โ€œWell I mean... it takes up as much time as a job does,โ€ Jackie said slowly. โ€œTechnically?โ€
โ€œIt does not,โ€ Schneep muttered.
Jackie nudged him.
โ€œDo not be like that!โ€ Schneep said. โ€œIt is true! A transformation like that is so much more than a job. It is a change in your lifestyle.โ€ He took a sip of his own drink. โ€œWell, ah... how is your new guy adjusting?โ€
โ€œBetter than most people do, to be honest,โ€ Jackie said. โ€œHe says he had trouble making friends before so heโ€™s grateful that weโ€™re all being so friendly. His only complaint is that heโ€™s not sure how to explain it to his mom.โ€
Schneep chuckled. โ€œWell, that is a relatively small problem to have in the scheme of things.โ€ Another drink. โ€œHe is lucky to have found your pack. You are good people.โ€
โ€œDaww, really?โ€ Jackie grinned.
โ€œReally.โ€ Schneep nodded. โ€œSometimes I wish we had packs, too.โ€
โ€œDude, nothingโ€™s stopping you guys from forming one. Theyโ€™re not special to wolves. Any group of close people is a pack. But itโ€™s just not called that, itโ€™s called a friend group or something. But if you want a cool name, you could call it a... uh...โ€ Jackie hesitated. โ€œWhatโ€™s the word for a group of bats?โ€ He took his phone out of his hoodie pocket to google it while Schneep and Dolores laughed.
Before he could open up his browser, though, a notification appeared on his screen. A text message from a contact named โ€œMedium at Large,โ€ in a group chat. Hey do you know driving directions to Marvins place?
Jackie made a face. Schneep leaned over to look at him. โ€œOh? Something happen?โ€ He looked down at his own phone, having also received the same message in the same group chat. โ€œAh, I see. Jackie, you should not be so unkind to Marvin.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m not unkind to him,โ€ Jackie growledโ€”actually growled, a rumble deep in his throat. โ€œI consider him a friend. I just... donโ€™t trust the smell of his magic.โ€ Witches, like Marvin, drew power from various sources. Dolores here was an earth witch, that group of college guys from earlier were probably star witches, that woman who smelled like ash was likely a fire witch, and so on. Plant witches, river witches, love witches, chaos witchesโ€”there were all sorts of sources for magic, and all of them smelled different to Jackieโ€™s keen senses. He liked Marvin. He really did. But heโ€™d never smelled another witch with a magic scent like that. Something sour, almost acidic. It was strange. And Marvin had never explained what it was.
โ€œMm-hmm. If you consider him a friend, you should trust that he knows what heโ€™s doing,โ€ Schneep said, narrowing his eyes.
โ€œI do! I trust him. I donโ€™t trust that magic.โ€ Jackie sighed. โ€œI just... hope everything is... okay with it.โ€ He shook his head. โ€œAnyway.โ€ He sent a reply text to the chat. Sorry Jack. You know i dont drive.
Schneep also texted a reply. Didnโ€™t you JUST get your license?ย 
Jack responded instantly. Yeah which is why I need the practice. Ill need to drive to Marvins place eventually, wont I?
Well I do not have a license at all, Schneep said. So I donโ€™t drive. So I am no help. Look it up on your GPS.
Jackie chuckled. โ€œHow old are you? In all those ages, you havenโ€™t learned to drive?โ€
โ€œI am only forty-five!โ€ Schneep snapped. โ€œDonโ€™t say I am an old man!โ€ Despite claiming that was his age, he didnโ€™t look much older than Jackie, who was thirty.
โ€œThatโ€™s plenty of time to learn to drive.โ€
โ€œSo is thirty years!โ€
โ€œHey, Iโ€™ve gotten along enough with a bus pass,โ€ Jackie said.
Dolores raised an eyebrow. โ€œMight be easier to deliver food to people if you had a car, yโ€™know.โ€
Jackie made a face at her.
Jack replied in the chat. Fine Ill use Maps.ย 
Whyre you going to marvin anyway? Jackie asked. Just a visit?
I think I found someone interesting at work today.Tell you two about it later.ย  I want Marvins help with something first.
Jackie raised an eyebrow. He glanced over at Schneep, who looked similarly intrigued. โ€œIt is probably a ghost, yes?โ€ Schneep asked.
โ€œYeah, probably.โ€ Jackie closed out of the texts and went back to his browser. A minute passed in silence. โ€œOh hey, apparently a group of bats is called a colony.โ€
Schneep burst into laughter.
The next few hours passed with idle chatter and more drinks. The Harvest Moon gradually filled up with people, and some more workers arrived to help with the nighttime rush. But true to his word, Jackie left before midnight... mostly because Schneep dragged him out, insisting that he had enough drinks for the night.
The two of them walked down the street towards the nearest bus stop. In most cities, the buses didnโ€™t run this late at night. But Scuabyrg was different, with such a high population of... those who were awake in the darkness. There were enough everydays who knew about them to keep things running normally.
โ€œNo no no, IIIโ€™m good tโ€™walk, I can do it on mโ€™own!โ€ Jackie said, leaning heavily on Schneep.ย 
โ€œAlright. Go on and do it, then.โ€ Schneep stopped walking, pushing him off a bit.
Jackie took a few stumbling steps forward... and then stopped. โ€œI think... I was wrong.โ€
Schneep grinned. โ€œAt least youโ€™re sober enough to be aware of it.โ€
Jackie snorted and rolled his eyes. โ€œYou anโ€™ yourrrr... vamp tolerance. Why donโ€™ you guys get... get it easily? Yโ€™know.โ€
โ€œIt canโ€™t pass the blood barrier,โ€ Schneep said, his face totally straight.
Jackie laughed. โ€œBlood barrier, thatโ€™s funny.โ€
โ€œNo, I am being serious. Well, partly. We cannot digest or absorb most things easily, and that includes alcohol and other drugs...โ€
Jackie tuned out the scientific explanation that Schneep went on. Not intentionally. He just got distracted, thinking about how different Schneep looked after some drinks. His skin was more flushed, its gray tint basically gone. And his personal scent was overwhelmed by the smell of blood. Jackie inhaled, trying to smell that oceany scent...
And picked up on something else instead.
Jackie stiffened, trying to concentrate through the drinks clouding his thoughts. Where was that smell coming from? And what was it? It was... a being, of some kind. He could tell that much. Whoever it was, they smelled almost overwhelmingly of some chemical scentโ€”like formaldehyde. That stuff that was used to preserve dead bodies. Jackie wrinkled his nose in disgust, looking around for the source of the scent...ย 
And then he looked up. And saw a figure crouched on the top of a lamp post. They tensed the moment he noticed them, and then lunged.
โ€œSchneep!โ€ Jackie shoved him to the side, just in time to avoid the figure. Schneep yelped in surprise, and Jackie whirled on the figure, who was moving so fast. He jumped at them and halfway through the jump, he shifted. In between one blink and the next, Jackie was no longer a human, but instead a giant wolf, his thick fur colored varying shades of brown. His teeth snapped at the figure, and probably would have bitten themโ€”but the drinks still affected him in wolf form, and his sharp reactions were a bit too slow.
The figure tackled Schneep to the ground. He cried out, and reacted instinctively, biting onto the figureโ€™s arm. The figure pulled back, leaving the light from the lamp post behind, andโ€”and disappeared.
Jackie stared at the spot where theyโ€™d been in shock. Then he turned to Schneep. He whined, nudging him with his snout.
โ€œI am alright, Jackie,โ€ Schneep said, sitting up. Some blood coated his lips, and his fangs were now visible, elongated canines on the top and bottom row of his teeth.
Jackie tilted his head, ears twitching.
โ€œI promise I am fine.โ€ Schneep got to his feet, patting himself down... then froze. โ€œSon of a bitch! That motherfucker stole my wallet!โ€
Jackie let out a series of barks that sounded similar to laughter.
โ€œHey, I had about fifty pounds in there, this is not funny!โ€ Schneep said.
Jackie rolled his eyes, a human expression that looked so strange on his wolf formโ€™s face. Who carried cash these days?
โ€œOh shut up,โ€ Schneep said. He sighed. โ€œAt least we know something.โ€ He wiped his mouth on his black coat sleeve. โ€œThat was probably another vampire who attacked me. One with a distinct bloodtaste. So, that means I will have to report petty theft to the Night Council. Great.โ€
Well. That was surprising. But it was getting closer and closer to midnight. Jackie continued walking to the bus stop.
โ€œChange back, Jackie, even the night buses will balk at a giant wolf,โ€ Schneep said.
Jackie shook his head. It was easier to walk on four legs when drunk than two.
โ€œJackie,โ€ Schneep said in a warning voice.
Jackie broke into a loping run.
โ€œGet back here!โ€ Schneep shouted, running after him. โ€œI am not going down as the man who got on the bus with a giant wolf!โ€
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It was a slow night at the shop so far, just like most nights. Which was good. Marvin owned and ran Magnificent Magics by himself, if things got too busy here heโ€™d have to hire more people, and that wasnโ€™t in his nature. He knew where all his wares were, and had an exact way of organizing things that an employee might not follow. Though he did sometimes consider hiring someone to take care of the cats that showed up...
โ€œHiggins, no.โ€ Marvin picked up one of the cats in question, who was staring at a second cat with his tail flicking wildly. โ€œLeave Fluffington alone.โ€ Even though there were about five to eight cats in the shop at any point in time, he only actually owned two of them. Higgins was one, a round white cat with gray patches on his coat. The other was Sam, a black-and-orange tortoiseshell with big green eyes. She was upstairs right now, and not bothering the other cats. Marvin was not sure why so many cats showed up here. But he was happy to take care of them whenever they stopped by.
Sometimes he thought his shop was more like a cat cafe than an actual shop. But in reality, the only cat decorations were the trees in the corner of the rooms. The rest of the shop was a combination of a bookstore and a witchโ€™s hut. Bookcases lined the walls, filled with all sorts of books. Paper cover, hard cover, leather cover. Various trinkets also sat on the shelves. Candles and crystals and bottles and incense and more. More things hung from the ceiling, mostly bundles of plants. There was a counter at the back of the room with more of these trinkets, and a cash register for purchases. Two doors sat in the wall behind the counter, one leading upstairs to Marvinโ€™s apartment, the other leading to a bathroom/cat caretaking room. The main body of the shop was filled with small round tables, all covered with silky tablecloths in various jewel tones. Some of them had more books or trinkets, but some were empty, meant for the customers to sit at.
โ€œHere you go.โ€ Marvin sat Higgins down on the nearest chair, bending down to drop him on the cushion. Higgins started batting at Marvinโ€™s hair that dangled around his face, and Marvin jerked backwards. โ€œCome on, Higgins.โ€ He pushed his hair back. โ€œItโ€™s not even that long.โ€ The cats were the reason he kept his hair shorter than usual, and done in a half-up style. To minimize cats messing with it while still looking stylish.
As Marvin dealt with Higgins, another cat, Draco, hopped onto a table, climbed onto a stack of books, and used it as a springboard to jump to a bookshelf. The book stack toppled under the force of the jump.
โ€œHey!โ€ Marvin whirled around, taking Draco off the shelves. โ€œI know you like to be tall, but you have to be careful getting up there.โ€ He put him on the floor, then gathered up the books that Draco knocked over.
As he restacked the books, he heard the shop door open behind him. โ€œOne moment!โ€ he called, finishing up the stack before he turned around. He grinned. โ€œHow can I help you?โ€
The man who walked in was unfamiliar to Marvin. A new customer, how fun. He wore a fancier outfit: a white button-up shirt with frilly cuffs, over which was a blue vest with faint, darker blue patterns. There was a neat bow-tie around his neck, holding up a high collar. His dark brown hair was neat and straight, and he had a dark mustache that curled at the end. Blue eyes looked around the shop with curiosity. As Marvin observed this man, he noticed the gray tint to his skin. A vamp, for sure. Maybe one of the older ones, judging by the style he dressed in.ย 
After a moment of awkward silence, the man walked up to Marvin. He reached into his pocket and took out a small spiral notebook with a pattern of stars on the cover, as well as a pen. He wrote something down and showed it to Marvin. Hello. My apologies, but I am unable to speak. Can you tell me more about this shop?
โ€œOh! Alright.โ€ Marvin nodded. He raised his hands and started to gesture: speaking in British Sign Language. Can you understand this? Do you want to speak this way?
The man looked surprised, then laughed silently. He set the notebook and pen down on the nearest table, and began to sign with a bit more flourish than Marvin did. I can hear you fine, you do not need to sign as well. But thank you for asking.
โ€œNo problem.โ€ Marvin flashed a smile. โ€œAyway, uh, yeah, I can tell you about the shop. This is my place. We sell all sorts of magical supplies. Mostly stuff thatโ€™s useful for witches, Iโ€™m not sure if thereโ€™s much a vampire would find of use. Oh! But I do sell blood remover and potions.โ€
The man nodded. He wandered around the edge of the shop. Some of the cats walked up to sniff at him. He looked down at them and smiled a friendly, closed-lip smile. Most of them hissed and ran off, but Higgins kept sniffing him.
โ€œSorry, most of them arenโ€™t vamp-trained,โ€ Marvin said. โ€œAnd, uh, Higgins isnโ€™t for sale.โ€
Theyโ€™re for sale? the man asked, interested.
โ€œOnly as pets,โ€ Marvin said firmly. โ€œI donโ€™t do blood here.โ€
The man looked horrified at the implication.
โ€œOh, youโ€™re offended! Good.โ€ Marvin laughed. Vampires were tricky to deal with, morally, given their diet. โ€œSo youโ€™re a blood bank person? Not an animal person?โ€
The man nodded. When possible. You know how it is.
โ€œHmm. I probably donโ€™t. I havenโ€™t lived like you have.โ€
I see. Well, sometimes there is... desperation, the man said. But I try to avoid that.
Marvin nodded slowly.ย 
May I have your name, sir? The man asked.
โ€œIโ€™m Marvin. Marvin Fletcher. Iโ€™m the owner.โ€ Marvin gestured to himself. He was wearing one of his favorite outfits today. An open button-up short-sleeved shirt with an art nouveau flower design on it. Underneath was a sleeveless black turtleneck. He hoped that this was making a good impression on the new customer. โ€œAnd you?โ€
The man picked up the notebook and pen again, writing down his name and showing it to Marvin. Jameson Jackson. Some people call me JJ.
โ€œAlliteration! Nice.โ€ Marvin grinned. โ€œLet me know if you need anything, Mr. Jameson Jackson.โ€
Jameson nodded. He continued to look around the shop, taking an interest in some of the books. Marvin took care to have a lot of variety for purchase. A lot of them were spellbooks for witches, but there were also studies on magical creatures, histories of the shadow world, and some popular fictional stories set in the shadow world, just for fun. Jameson flipped through some of the books, reading the first couple pages or the blurb on the cover before putting them back.
The shop door soon opened again. โ€œMarvin!โ€ A man walked into the shop, wearing a black T-shirt and jacket. โ€œI have something Iโ€”โ€
Jameson suddenly dropped the book he was looking at, staring at the newcomer in... what can only be described as surprise and fear.
โ€œHey, Jack,โ€ Marvin said, then looked at Jameson. โ€œDonโ€™t worry about him. This is Jack, heโ€™s a meddie, and a friend of mine.โ€
โ€œUh... hi,โ€ Jack said slowly, looking at Jameson. โ€œDidnโ€™t mean to freak you out.โ€
Jameson shook his head. He bent down and picked up the book he dropped, returning it to its place on the shelf. Itโ€™s alright, he said.
โ€œOh, BSL, huh? Iโ€™m not as fluent as Marv is, sorry.โ€
โ€œHe just said itโ€™s alright,โ€ Marvin translated.
โ€œYeah, I got that.โ€
โ€œWell, anyway.โ€ Marvin decided to move on. โ€œWhat brings you to my shop now? I know this is regular hours for me, but itโ€™s starting to get late for you.โ€
Jack rolled his eyes. โ€œItโ€™s only nine oโ€™clock. I wouldโ€™ve been here sooner, but I took some wrong turns.โ€
โ€œWait... did you drive here?โ€ Marvin blinked. โ€œI thought you still only had a permit.โ€
โ€œNope! I got my license on Tuesday, remember?โ€ Jack beamed proudly.
โ€œAh. A whole three days ago. Good. Good good good.โ€ Marvin nodded slowly. โ€œWell, uh... whatโ€™s so important that you had to drive here?โ€
Jack walked over to a table at the back, talking as he went. โ€œI had work today. Apparently there was a death down on Gold Sky Street, so you know, of course, I have to check it out.โ€ He pulled out a chair and sat down. โ€œKind of a sad scene. The guy who lived there had probably been gone for a while, Jenkins estimates at least twelve hours, and nobody had realized he was gone until a solicitor came trying to sell stuff and saw the body through the window.โ€
โ€œGod,โ€ Marvin muttered. He noticed Jameson listening in with curiosity, though Jameson was clearly trying to hide it. โ€œSo was his ghost there?โ€
โ€œYep.โ€ Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out a cloudy glass sphere about the size of a golf ball. โ€œAnd he was a pretty strong ghost. Full-body apparition without even trying. Knew right away he was gone and, uh, freaked out about it. Generally acted really alive.โ€ He set the sphere on the table. โ€œI did the touch test with him, too, and he got it right away.โ€
โ€œReally?โ€ Marvin tilted his head, curious. Jack had talked with him about the ghosts he sometimes encountered on his job before. Enough for Marvin to know that this was a very rare occurrence.
โ€œYeah, and something else weird. The guy didnโ€™t remember his death.โ€
โ€œAnd thatโ€™s... Why is that weird?โ€
โ€œEven weaker ghosts know their death,โ€ Jack said. โ€œEven if they die in their sleep or die when somehow drugged. They instinctively know the details. This guyโ€”oh, his name is Chase, by the wayโ€”didnโ€™t know who killed him. Most murdered ghosts know that.โ€
Jameson started in surprise. You were at a murder scene?!
Marvin laughed. โ€œYeah, Jameson. Jack works for the forensics, he gets called out to murder scenes all the time.โ€
โ€œWell, uh, the detectives donโ€™t think this was a murder scene,โ€ Jack said slowly. โ€œThey think that Chase got super drunk and uh...โ€ He made a finger gun and pointed it at the side of his head.
โ€œOh god,โ€ Marvin whispered.
โ€œBut Chase is insisting he didnโ€™t do that,โ€ Jack said. โ€œAnd if he really did get blackout drunk and do that, he would know thatโ€™s what happened. But he doesnโ€™t know anything else, either. So maybe he did and something is fucking with his memory? I donโ€™t know.โ€ He tapped the glass sphere. โ€œBut thatโ€™s where I wanted your help, Marvin.โ€
โ€œYou got some of his essence in the sensor?โ€ Marvin asked.
โ€œMm-hmm. Can you tell me if there was... anything magical about his death?โ€
โ€œOn it.โ€ Marvin walked around the counter at the back of the shop, picking up something heโ€™d left behind there. A white mask shaped like a catโ€™s face, with some markings on it. The four card suitsโ€”heart, club, diamond, spadeโ€”were drawn on the forehead in black, while the ears of the mask were filled in with green and there was a black nose and six curvy green whiskers. When he tilted it in the light, it seemed to shimmer with more green markings, but they were hard to read. He walked back over to where Jack was sitting and sat down at a chair across from him.
Should I leave for this? Jameson asked, looking a bit nervous.
โ€œNo, donโ€™t worry, itโ€™s not like this is a secret spell or anything,โ€ Marvin laughed. He put the mask on his face, adjusting it so it was comfortable. โ€œYou could watch, evenโ€”if youโ€™re okay with that, Jack.โ€
โ€œYeah, why not?โ€ Jack shrugged.
โ€œGreat! Thatโ€™s be fifty pounds to observe, then.โ€
Jameson made a choking sound. Are you serious?!
โ€œAbsolutely not.โ€ Marvin grinned.
Jameson staredโ€”and then laughed. It was a strange, wheezing sound, clearly genuine but with no voice behind it. Youโ€™re a right funny man, arenโ€™t you?
โ€œI can be.โ€ Marvin stretched his arms, wiggling his fingers and loosening up for magic. His short sleeves left his forearms and hands bare, showing off the tattoos he had. Celtic knot-like designs wrapped around his arms, like he was wearing four bracelets on each arm, from elbow to wrist. On the back of each hand was a unique design: a spell circle on his left, and an eye design surrounded by swirls on his right. Green light flickered over all the visible tattoos, like oil on water, and then the eye design on his right hand began to glow a solid green. He concentrated, passing his right hand over the sensor.
Can I ask what this is? Jameson asked, not bothering to hide his curiosity.
โ€œThis glass ball? Itโ€™s a sensor,โ€ Jack said. โ€œIf thereโ€™s a ghost in an area, you feel it get unnaturally cold. And if a ghost directly touches it, it absorbs some of their essence. Not enough to cause any trouble for the ghost, of course.โ€
While he talked, Marvin muttered the appropriate spell words under his voice. His eyes flared green as well, bright as the glow coming from his tattoo. His vision blurred for a moment, and then cleared up. He could see lights in the cloudy glass of the sensor now. Most of them were faint, barely there, really. Leftover essence from other ghosts that Jack has used the sensor on. But most of the sensor was taken up by a bright yellow-green light. โ€œWhoa.โ€ Marvin blinked, leaning backwards.
โ€œWhat is it?โ€ Jack asked.
โ€œThereโ€™s definitely some magic involved with this,โ€ Marvin said. โ€œThis ghostโ€™s essence is strong, alright. And thereโ€™s something different about it... What did you say his name was? Chase?โ€
โ€œYep. Chase Brody.โ€
โ€œWas he an everyday or something else?โ€
โ€œUhhh... far as I could tell. I mean, if youโ€™re not an everyday, youโ€™re less likely to be surprised when you die and become a ghost,โ€ Jack figured.
โ€œYou wouldnโ€™t be surprised,โ€ Marvin pointed out.
โ€œWell Iโ€™m special. Can you tell whatโ€™s different about his essence?โ€
โ€œHmm...โ€ Marvin frowned. โ€œJudging by the color... maybe thereโ€™s some necromancy, of some kind? The shade is a bit off. You donโ€™t normally get an in-between color like this. It kind of looks sickly, which is why it might be death magic...โ€
Jameson looked at Marvin. So... youโ€™re a death witch? he asked.
โ€œHuh? Oh, nope.โ€ Marvin looked up at him and grinned. โ€œYou donโ€™t need to be a death witch to do this spell, to look at ghost essence. You donโ€™t even need to be a death witch to do necromancy, but it makes it much easier.โ€ He turned his attention back to the sensor. โ€œHmm... I... donโ€™t know the specifics of this magic, though. Thereโ€™s not enough of a sample for me to figure it out.โ€
โ€œWell that makes sense,โ€ Jack said. โ€œIt was only in contact with him for like, three seconds total at most.โ€
โ€œReally? And it left such a strong imprint?โ€ Marvin looked at the sensor again in a new light. โ€œYou werenโ€™t kidding about him being a strong ghost. Hmm...โ€ He bit the inside of his cheek, thinking. โ€œI donโ€™t know whatโ€™s going on with this guy, but Iโ€™m sure that some sort of magic has fucked with him in some way.โ€
Jack nodded. โ€œWeird. Do you... think weโ€™ll need to report it to the Night Council?โ€
โ€œI dunno. Depends on what spell it is, and if it was done with consent.โ€
Jack frowned. โ€œWell Chase doesnโ€™t remember what happened, so I doubt he wanted this to happen. Otherwise he wouldโ€™ve made sure he remembered after he fucking died. But thatโ€™s not exactly proof, is it?โ€ He went quiet for a moment. โ€œI think... I need to help him.โ€
โ€œYou help a lot of ghosts, Jack,โ€ Marvin pointed out.
โ€œNo, I mean... more than I usually do. The guyโ€™s lost. He says he really cares about his family, but he lived alone, and his house, uh... wasnโ€™t in the best condition. Not to mention this weird magic you just found.โ€ Jack paused. โ€œI want to see what I can do.โ€
Marvin nodded. โ€œAlright. Well, let me know if thereโ€™s anything else I can do. Be happy to help.โ€ He pushed his mask back onto his forehead.
A cat jumped up onto the table and sniffed the sensor for a moment before slowly reaching out with a pawโ€”
โ€œLuna, no.โ€ Marvin grabbed her, pulling her back into his lap.
Jack laughed. โ€œThatโ€™s a new one.โ€
โ€œWant her?โ€ Marvin held up the black cat. โ€œIโ€™m calling her Luna Void but you can change that if you want.โ€
โ€œNah, my apartment doesnโ€™t allow pets.โ€ Jack paused. โ€œThough I was wondering about getting a new place.โ€
โ€œHmm. Fair.โ€ Marvin looked over at Jameson, who was standing idly nearby. โ€œWant a cat? I know I said they werenโ€™t vamp-trained earlier, but I could put in the effort.โ€
Jameson smiled softly. No thanks. My roommate probably wonโ€™t take kindly to an animal.
Marvin raised an eyebrow. A roommate, huh? โ€œWell good to know.โ€ He put Luna Void down on the floor again. โ€œA question for you, by the way, Jameson Jackson. Are you new in town or what?โ€
Iโ€™m fairly new, yes, Jameson said. Only been here for about a week. Iโ€™m getting to know the layout of the city. How did you know that?
โ€œBetween me and Jack we know a lot of those who walk in the shadows in Scuabyrg. So you were either really reclusive, or you just arrived.โ€
Jameson laughed silently. Clever.
Jack stood up. โ€œWell, uh, Iโ€™m gonna head home now, Marvin. Nice to meet you, Jameson. If you ever need help with stuff, you can reach out to me. Uh, hang on. I have cards for this.โ€ He tapped his pockets, then pulled out a card and passed it over. โ€œMy phone numberโ€™s on that. Do you have a phone?โ€
Jameson reached into his pocket and pulled out... a phone that looked like it was from the early 2000s. The kind that slid open to form a keyboard. Marvin held back a laugh.
โ€œYeah, that will work,โ€ Jack said. โ€œAnyway, I can help with a lot of different stuff. Other everydays tend to listen to me, and I can help with ghost stuff of course, and anything else you might need my meddie powers for.โ€
Thank you, Jameson said, and gave another close-lipped smile.
โ€œYou can stop by here anytime, too,โ€ Marvin said. โ€œAs long as youโ€™re not a dick about stuff, but you seem chill enough. I can do spells and card readings for a price, but I donโ€™t do the French or Thoth arcana, only traditional cards and crystaleye.โ€
Iโ€™ll keep that in mind. Lovely to meet you. Jameson tilted his head. I think Iโ€™ll leave for the night but maybe Iโ€™ll see you tomorrow.
โ€œSee you!โ€ Marvin waved, and Jameson headed out. โ€œBye, Jack!โ€
โ€œGoodbye!โ€ Jack also waved as he left.
The shop was empty again. Well... except for the cats. Marvin had barely a quiet moment before he saw two of them bolt across the floor, the smaller one jumping on the bigger one. โ€œBee, Ragamuffin, no!โ€ he shouted, getting up. โ€œNot by those shelves, youโ€™ll break stuff!โ€
A few more customers dropped in as the night wore on, but there wasnโ€™t much notable. Marvin closed the shop at one am, as he always did, then headed upstairs to relax a little before going to bed.
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Scuabyrg seemed like a lovely city so far. Its name was a bit peculiarโ€”he didnโ€™t realize it was pronounced โ€˜skya-bergโ€™ until tonightโ€”but Jameson had heard stranger names in his long life. Heโ€™d spent the past couple nights exploring the area, getting to know the shadowy haunts before returning to the place they were staying in the early hours of the morning.
Tonight, it was about four thirty when he made his way back. Their โ€œhomeโ€ was one of many identical townhouses on Steward Street, an area in the northwest of the city that was very old. They dated back before the days when England had a window tax: the more windows a building had, the more property tax the owners had to pay. So many people bricked up their windows to avoid paying what they couldnโ€™t afford. It wasnโ€™t a pleasant place to live for most people, but Jameson wasnโ€™t โ€˜most people.โ€™
JJ walked up to a three-story brown brick house with two metal letters on the side designating it number 77. The window frames persisted, but they were filled not with glass, but with identical brown bricks. Jameson reached into his pockets and pulled out a set of brass keys, unlocking the door and heading inside.
It was dark, but JJ was used to seeing in the dark. Even so, he turned on the lights for comfort. The furniture in the living room was old, with peeling upholstery and worn wood. In the corner was a small kitchenette with stained appliances. The stove was covered with dust, but the fridge was good as new. He made a detour to grab something from it, then headed up the stairs.
As he passed by the second story landingโ€”
โ€œThink fast, bitch!โ€
There was a blur of motion in the corner of his vision. Only the warning shout kept him from being smacked in the head, as even his supernaturally fast reflexes barely gave him time to duck. The small item hit the wall then fell to the ground. A voice laughed. โ€œOh shit, JJ, you did it! Wasnโ€™t expecting that!โ€
JJ looked over at the laughter. Standing in an open doorway was a man with wild brown hair and grayish skin, his wide eyes blue with a ring of green around the middle of the pupil. He was wearing one of his favorite outfits: an overly large black leather jacket, a black tank top with the words โ€œBite Meโ€ written on it in red, black jeans held up by a belt with a silvery buckle, and tall black boots with inch-thick soles. He leaned against the doorframe, grinning wildly to show off his fangs. JJ froze for a moment, then forced himself to relax. Hello, Anti, he said in sign language.
โ€œAw, you seem so sad to see me!โ€ Antiโ€™s grin widened. โ€œWere you worried I would leave you?โ€
No. No, he definitely wasnโ€™t worried about that. Where have you been? JJ asked calmly. For the past three nights, Anti hadnโ€™t come back to the townhouse at sunrise. He would think that Anti had been caught in the sunlight, but he knew better to think that Anti would be so foolish. He was probably getting to know the city his own way. And honestly, Jameson had enjoyed the nights without him.
โ€œNone of your fucking business, JJ!โ€ Anti laughed. โ€œHey, look at that.โ€ He pointed at the thing that he threw at JJโ€™s head.ย 
Jameson looked down at it, then slowly bent over to pick it up again without fully turning away from Anti. It was a dark brown leather wallet.
โ€œGot that from some vamp fucker earlier tonight. He had fifty pounds in there!โ€ Anti was suddenly holding a handful of bills, pinching them between two fingers. Then, just as quickly, he put them back in his pocket. โ€œFucking moron. We should go out to eat soon.โ€
JJ raised an eyebrow. Then he looked down at the wallet, examining it for anything else. There was a debit card in thereโ€”Anti didnโ€™t like those, said they were too traceableโ€”and some other card. He took that out. This was some sort of work ID, for a place called St. Damianโ€™s Hospital. The blurry picture on the ID showed a man with brown hair and glasses, and the name identified the person as Dr. Henrik von Schneeplestein, of the Haematology Department. So thatโ€™s who the wallet belonged to.
โ€œWhat? Wanna keep it?โ€ Anti asked. โ€œGo for it. Fucking useless things, anyway.โ€ He shrugged. โ€œAnyway. Whatโ€™ve you been up to?โ€
Exploring the city, JJ said.
โ€œFind anything fun?โ€
Not your type of fun.
Anti narrowed his eyes. โ€œOh? Whatโ€™s that supposed to mean?โ€
JJ looked at him. You know we donโ€™t enjoy the same activities.
โ€œAnd whatโ€™re you implying?โ€ When JJ didnโ€™t say anything, Anti growled. โ€œFine. Shut up, then.โ€ His eyes momentarily shifted color, his irises becoming bright red. โ€œItโ€™s getting early, go to bed. See if I fucking care.โ€
Jameson felt his muscles tense. Without another world, he turned and continued up the stairs to the third floor.
Even though this was the nicest story out of all of the floors in the run-down old townhouse, Anti had elected to claim the second floor insteadโ€”the story with a hole in the wooden floor, a smaller bedroom, and water-damaged walls. Jameson hadnโ€™t said anything about it, just in case that would prompt Anti to say something like โ€œhmm, thatโ€™s a good point, I do deserve the best floor!โ€ and kick him out.
The third floor had a central living area, with soft sofas and sheer white curtains framing the bricked-up windows. There was no central lighting, but Anti had โ€˜acquiredโ€™ some lamps when Jameson commented on how they should have them, if just for show if nothing else. There was a nice desk tucked away in the corner, with tall dark wood bookshelves on either side. Jameson hadnโ€™t yet been able to fill them with any trinkets or books, but maybe he could pick up some from that shop he found earlier in the night. Maybe heโ€™d be able to actually hang onto the books this time, instead of being forced to leave them behind when they moved.
The one room on the third floor was the bedroom. He headed straight there, despite not being all that tired, opening up the door and ducking inside. There wasnโ€™t much in here, just an old claw-footed dresser, a four-poster bed in the center, and a standing mirror. A mirror that must have had a silver backing, because Jameson wasnโ€™t able to see his reflection in it.
He changed out of his outfit and into a set of matching pajamasโ€”one of the few things heโ€™d been able to grab when Anti suddenly decided to move them from their last city. Then he climbed into bed. The blue comforter had not been taken with them from the last city. It had also been โ€˜acquiredโ€™ by Anti, along with some pillows. Jameson had no idea why Anti listened to his requests for things to put in their house. Not when he didnโ€™t listen to anything else Jameson asked. But he was going to take what he could get, and not question it.
Jameson stared up at the ceiling, eyes tracing the pattern of stains on the old plaster. He wasnโ€™t tired yet. But the sun would be rising soon. So he might as well try.
He could hear Anti walking around on the floor below, doing who-knows-what. But he tried to put him out of his mind. He tried to think about other things. Like... like that little shop heโ€™d stumbled across. Magnificent Magics. He hadnโ€™t been in a witchโ€™s shop in a couple decades, they had changed so much. Maybe... maybe he would be able to visit again some other time. Maybe he could finally have someone else to talk to.
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lostcybertronian ยท 2 months ago
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Egotober - Day 1
Thanks to @tracobuttons for putting this together!
Day 1 - Puppet - Danti
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Let me inside.
Dark opened his eyes. Anti perched on his chest, straddling his hips, face less than an inch from his. His green eyes glowed, casting his angular face into sick pallor.
Let me inside. The words put themselves into Darkโ€™s mind as a needle would enter into wound.
โ€œNo. Weโ€™ve been over this,โ€ Dark told him. โ€œGo back to sleep.โ€
Anti looked offended. He made a face of concentration. Let. Me. Inside.
โ€œIโ€™m already a puppet.โ€ Dark closed his eyes and huffed out a sigh. He was so tired. โ€œThereโ€™s no more room in this body. Go back to sleep or Iโ€™ll flip you.โ€
Let me in-
With one smooth movement Dark rolled him off the bed, tossing him to the floor. Anti yelped, tossing out a string of words in Irish that Dark didnโ€™t understand but could make an educated guess at. โ€œDid I not tell you?โ€
Anti glowered at him from the floor.
โ€œFine.โ€ Dark rolled over. โ€œSleep down there, then.โ€
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g0dwat3rwritings ยท 1 year ago
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Hello, my dear!
My name is Touya, Michikatsu, or any name you're comfortable calling me!
This is my writing blog
My main is: @g0dwat3r
My pronouns are She/They
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everything--random ยท 27 days ago
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I'm writing an Antisepticeye x reader fanfic, but I don't know how to describe his appearance. Half of the community makes him look like he did in Iris the other half makes him the iconic green turtle. It's so confusing!
If any of you are interested in the fic and want to learn more I'm planning on posting a description soon on here and Wattpad, so Follow me for updates!
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septiccoffeefreak ยท 1 year ago
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Every chapter i write of this goddamn My Immortal Adventures fanfiction gets worse and worse. I thought I knew the plot of My Immortal. it is becoming increasingly clear that I did not know, oh boy, how horribly I did not know, the true depth to which this rabbit hole goes. I'm 14 chapters in. 14 chapters in and 30 more left to go. Is this the payment for my crimes, the reckoning of my folly? By god. I will never be free. I will never be free and Jackieboy Septic Boyman Greenway will laugh with Ebony Darkness Dementia Ravenway before him as I crumble at their feet. mercy on me oh vengeful spirits. you do not know the content you seek. i bear the fruits of my labour with so much sorrow. do not ask for who the bell tolls- it tolls for fucking ME.
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jacksepticeye-simp ยท 2 months ago
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Gratitude (Jackieboy Man x GN! Reader x Darkiplier) -Part 1
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You sat at your desk, fingers tapping against the keyboard. Your mind wasn't focused on your work in the slightest. Your phone buzzed with a notification from instagram, bored out of your mind and curious you picked it up and unlocked it, tapping the notification. What you saw caused you to drop your phone onto the ground, cracking the screen protector. In the livestream was Jackie, or his hero persona 'Jackieboy Man' at some swanky party. Now you understood why he never showed up like he'd promised.
Usually you'd brush it off as part of his 'hero duties' but this time was unacceptable. Just a few days before, you'd been nominated for a prize after submitting some of your art into a competition and Jackie had promised to celebrate with you at your favorite coffee shop, but evidently being a fuckboy was more important to him. You frowned, standing up and grabbing your coat. You decided against locking the door, even if you were mad at Jackie, it didn't mean he should sit out in the cold. You were still friends. Right?
God how you hated the way you felt whenever Jackie called you his friend. You felt so much more for him than he could ever for you, and it hurt.
You sighed, sitting down at a table while you waited for your drink to cool down.
Nowadays it was like he cared more about being famous than he did about anything else, it made you miss when he'd actually make time to hang out, but it wasn't like that anymore though, was it? Sometimes you wished that Jackie never even got his powers in the first place. Now the most time you spend together is repairing or making his gadgets, or fixing his wounds. It irked you to a considerable extent, but what could you do?
A tap on your shoulder startled you out of your thoughts, making you turn around suddenly.
"My apologies for bothering you, but is this seat taken?"
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break-between-the-walls ยท 4 months ago
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The sun is setting over the river. Jackie leans back against the railing of the bridge, staring out at it. The south bridge of the city is empty, despite it being around rush hour. There should have been cars and traffic everywhere. But no. It's just him. He can't help but wonder if there's a reason for that.
A set of footsteps ring out. Jackie tenses, and turns to the side... but it's only Magician, not the other person he's waiting for. "You're cutting it a bit close, aren't you?" Jackie says.
"Maybe," Magician says slowly. "I just... wasn't sure if the meeting would still be on. With... everything that happened."
Jackie shrugs. "Who knows? It's worth a shot."
The two of them lean on the railing and look out at the river.
It feels like it's been forever, doesn't it?
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graphic-hawk ยท 2 months ago
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More creepy wild eldritch body horror Antisepticeye with eyeballs on him!
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unorthodoxposts ยท 2 months ago
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BLOOD IN THE WATER
For now, this is a complete one-shot:
AU. โ€œAnti,โ€ came Darkโ€™s voice, low, a different kind of rough. โ€œAre you certain you want to do this?โ€
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attentialkane ยท 11 months ago
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More on the JSEBROADCAST AU
Anti is able to manifest itself through not just electronic but also any silver lined glass (eg mirrors). It will display the same manipulative properties as if it was manifesting through a screen, so manipulation and taking over of the image shown and so on. If it decides to pass through the screen it's inhabiting at the moment thought it will immediately take again its colorless form.
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crystalninjaphoenix ยท 1 month ago
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A Respite
Fantasy Masks AU: Chapter Forty-Two
A JSE Fanfic
The chapter's on the shorter side this week. For me, at least, haha. It's only about 5000 words. I've been busy doing seasonal Halloween stuff. Honestly there wasn't much to cover in this chapter, anyway. After the revelation about the spirit, the guys regroup, getting more information from the ghost of King Sam. They camp for the night, and Chase tries to visit Jack in his dreams again, while Jackie expresses some worries he's been having. And yeah. It's a fairly simple chapter. I hope you guys enjoy it regardless ^-^
Previous Part | | From the Start | More AU | Read on AO3: CrystalNinjaPhoenix
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Chase sat on the edge of the steep, cliff-like hill, looking down into the blasted heath, staring at the cabin and the strange trees in the center. It was hard to believe what theyโ€™d learned in there. He looked down at the mask in his hand, tilting it back and forth, watching the golden glitter sparkle in the light. Heโ€™d just finished telling the others everything that the Horned Elder One had conveyed to him. Everything about the true origin of the spirit whoโ€™d been possessing the King.
โ€œThis is... so hard to believe,โ€ Jackie said, leaning back against a tree, his arms folded. โ€œHow could none of us have heard of this before?โ€
โ€œWell, thereโ€™s that magic causing the spiritโ€™s identity to be unspeakable,โ€ Marvin said. He was also sitting on the ground, with Draco in his lap, purring. โ€œThatโ€™s the reason.โ€
โ€œNo, I know that,โ€ Jackie said. โ€œI know that. In my thoughts, I know that. But itโ€™s hard to accept. King Sam is a legend. His stories have been repeated for ages, over and over! Everyone knows about King Sam.โ€ He glanced at the ghost standing nearby. โ€œUh...โ€
King Sam smiled slightly. {Thank you. Itโ€™s very interesting to know that Iโ€™m still held in such high regard.}
โ€œOf course you are,โ€ Jackie said, awkwardly reassuring him.
Whatโ€™s your point, Jackie? Jameson asked. Surely youโ€™re not having such a hard time grasping the concept of this strange magic. Even if weโ€™ve never heard of it before, it seems easy enough to figure out. Nobody could say anything about Samโ€™s brother before now.
โ€œWell I just... I think there would have been some signs, wouldnโ€™t there?โ€ Jackie asked. โ€œWe have tapestries of King Samuel, but none of his brother?โ€
โ€œPerhaps...โ€ Henrik, pacing back and forth, spoke slowly. โ€œPerhaps there are some signs of him, but not many. After all, Samuel lived long ago. Before the alphabet from the east had fully taken hold. So there would not be many writings about him. And in terms of art, well, again, it was a long time ago. Things do not last that long. All the tapestries and songs we have about King Samuel now are based on legends that were passed down from mouth to mouth, over generations.โ€
Chase looked over at Sam. โ€œCan you... try to explain?โ€
Sam hesitated. {I can try, but I cannot promise how clear or easy it will be to understand. The unspeakable still has a hold on me.}
โ€œWhy?โ€ Jackie asked. โ€œThe rest of us can say Aneirinโ€™s name!โ€
{One thing at a time, please.} Sam held up a hand. {Letโ€™s start with why none of you knew it. I think Henrikโ€™s explanation is pretty accurate. After all... stories change within just a few weeks. Is it hard to believe that some things could be forgotten over hundreds of years?}
โ€œI can understand that,โ€ Marvin said, nodding. โ€œBut Iโ€™m curious. What... caused this unspeakable magic? Did Aneirin cast it himself? Did the Elders do it? Did you do it, or did you just try to say your brotherโ€™s name one day and found you couldnโ€™t?โ€
{The Elders did not do it,} Sam confirmed. {And neither did I. Either it was a natural reaction from the world, or it was intentionally done.}
โ€œWhy would this Aneirin want to be unspeakable?โ€ Henrik wondered.
Probably because it would be easier to operate in secret, Jameson said. He looked at Sam. Was it... like how Marvin said, then? You just one day were unable to mention him?
Sam nodded slowly. {I once tried to speak to a friend of mine about... about the matter. But my throat closed up. And everyone else was the same. Weavers who tried to make tapestries found their fingers stilling. When we began to try and write things with this new alphabet thing, feeling that records would be important, we could not chisel in the letters that spelled... certain things. We talked around the subject. We all knew what we meant, exchanging specific looks. But over time... it became less important. The world moved on. And I could not tell new people Iโ€™d met about certain things. And so, the memory died quickly.}
โ€œThatโ€™s... thatโ€™s sad,โ€ Chase whispered. โ€œTo be forgotten so soon.โ€
โ€œHey, this spirit is possessing the King!โ€ Jackie said. โ€œHeโ€™s done so many terrible things while possessing him! Iโ€™ve seen warriors harass farmsfolk to pay taxes that they canโ€™t afford, encouraged by direct orders from the King. Heโ€™s trying to build a navy! Probably to sail off and declare war on other kingdoms. He doesnโ€™t deserve your sympathy.โ€
Chaseโ€™s head snapped up to look at him. โ€œI know! I saw him try to kill Sam! His own flesh and blood. Clearly, a man like that, and a man who went to such lengths to get power, does not deserve sympathy.โ€ He sighed. โ€œStill... itโ€™s a terrible thing. And in the end, itโ€™s hurt us more than helped us, hasnโ€™t it? After all, maybe if we knew about Samโ€™s traitor brother, something wouldโ€™ve been different.โ€
Jameson shrugged. I think we wouldnโ€™t have expected the spirit to be him, anyway. Who would expect that?
Marvin nodded slowly. โ€œWhile people can become ghosts, possessive spirits are different things. And even if people could become possessive spirits, those types of spirits canโ€™t cast spells like the King could. That lightning that Chase and Jameson said he threw at them. And magic doorways. I think we can confidently conclude that the magic doorway that sent the warriors to Wyvernlair was done by this Aneirin.โ€
Jackie pointed at him. โ€œOkay, that brings me back to a question I asked earlier. Why can we say Aneirinโ€™s name but King Sam cannot?โ€
Sam shrugged. {Perhaps the Elders were able to cut through that magic for you. Or perhaps it is weaker now than it used to be when it had a hold on the rest of us. Perhaps it is both, combined.}
Chase stared off into the distance, once again looking at the cabin. โ€œIt wouldnโ€™t be the first time magic hasnโ€™t affected me. The King tried to command me once, with enchantment. He wasnโ€™t able to.โ€
{I know that that, for sure, is because of the Horned Elder One,} Sam said. {Theyโ€™ve paid close attention to you. Chosen you to help. And as someone chosen by the guardian of wild, uncontrollable places... well, naturally, you canโ€™t be controlled.}
Chase blinked. He looked back down at his mask. It still felt strange that one of the Elders chose him for this. They clearly thought he could do it. But...
Well... he hoped that he wouldnโ€™t let them down.
Some time passed in silence. Then Henrik cleared his throat. โ€œWell. Now that we know all that we came here to know... do we just trek back through the Wyldwood?โ€
Jackie pursed his lips. โ€œThat dullahan might still be in the area. I donโ€™t know if we should leave in this direction. Maybe we cross this heath and get up at the opposite end so we can circle around it by a wide berth.โ€
โ€œWe only have half a day of daylight left,โ€ Chase said. โ€œAnd we... I-I donโ€™t know about the rest of you, but I donโ€™t think Iโ€™m going to be... fully alert while walking. My mind is definitely going to be stuck on this subject. And if the Wyldwood has proven anything, itโ€™s that you need to be alert.โ€
Are you saying we camp for the rest of the day? Jameson asked.
โ€œYes. And leave early in the morning.โ€
Marvin frowned. โ€œI have no objections to that. Well... I have one objection. Can we not camp in this... clearing? It makes me uneasy.โ€
โ€œOh yea, I was thinking weโ€™d stay on the edge like we are now,โ€ Chase said. โ€œI donโ€™t want to go back down there, either.โ€
โ€œLetโ€™s circle around it, then.โ€ Jackie pushed away from the tree. โ€œKing Samuel, will you be... coming with us?โ€
{I can walk to your new camp with you, if thatโ€™s what you mean,} Sam said. {But if youโ€™re asking me to follow you on your journey, I cannot.}
โ€œAre you bound to this location?โ€ Marvin asks.
{In a wayโ€”}
โ€œCan we walk and talk?โ€ Jackie interruptedโ€”then immediately looked like he regretted that. โ€œUh, my apologies, King.โ€
Sam laughed. The sound rang in their thoughts like the memory of wind chimes. {Donโ€™t be so formal, Jackie. Just calling me Sam is fine. Iโ€™m no longer the King. A dead man canโ€™t rule over anything, regardless of if he possesses the living.}
Chase got to his feet. โ€œYouโ€™re right. Thatโ€™s not his right anymore, no matter what he thinks he deserves.โ€ He sighed. โ€œAlright. Letโ€™s find a place to camp. Continue what you were saying, Sam. Something about being bound here?โ€
The group started to walk. Sam followed alongside them, his feet not quite touching the ground. {I suppose I am bound to this location, in a way. But not for reasons you think. You see, the longer a ghost exists, the weaker it gets. I am, as you all have notes, a very old ghost of a man who died long ago. I am thus, very weak. It is difficult for me to... be present. To take form and reach out to you all.}
Marvin nodded along. โ€œLet me guess. Something about the Wyldwood makes you stronger?โ€
{The Wyldlands are places where magic pools. And magic does indeed make ghosts stronger. But even then, I am such an old spirit that I cannot move far beyond the center of the Wyldwood, where the magic is strongest.}
โ€œWe are near the center of the Wyldwood...โ€ Henrik breathed. He looked down into the blasted heath. โ€œThat is why that dark deed was done here, then. But in turn, it has left a scar near the heart of this place.โ€
Marvin growled. โ€œThis Aneirin is a real bastard.โ€
{I can agree with that statement,} Sam said.ย 
Even though he is your brother? Jameson asked.
โ€œHis brother who tried to kill him,โ€ Chase emphasized.
Sam laughed again. {Honestly, Chase, though that is true, I was once more sad than angry about it. Even when I died. It is only now that I know about... about the terrible deed that was done, that my anger has eclipsed the sadness.}
Jackie sighed. โ€œI guess that makes sense. He was still your family.โ€
โ€œFamily can be bastards,โ€ Marvin muttered. โ€œEven siblings.โ€
Jackie nodded. And after a momentโ€™s hesitation, he reached out and put a hand on Marvinโ€™s shoulder. Marvin did not shake it off.
Henrik coughed. โ€œSo... what is it like being a ghost? It must be terribly boring.โ€
{Boredom is an emotion for the living,} Sam said. {Though I used to get bored very easily, I no longer do. In fact, now that you all have come up with names for some of peopleโ€™s mental strangeness, I do wonder if my boredom was a symptom of... What do you call it?... Something about distraction.}
โ€œImpulsive distraction?โ€ Jackie asked. โ€œThatโ€™s what I have. I canโ€™t imagine not being bored at the first sign of nothing happening.โ€
โ€œYou would be able to cope with the boredom better if you actually took a mind soother,โ€ Henrik muttered.
Sam chuckled. {Yes, that. Though we did not have mind soothers when I was alive. But even knowing a name for it would have reassured me.}
Jameson looked at him curiously. If youโ€™re stuck in the Wyldwood, how do you even know about things like mind soothers?
โ€œDo you know it magically?โ€ Marvin asked.
{Well, I used to be able to move across the whole kingdom as a spirit. No one could ever see or hear me, but I was able to watch and learn a lot.} Sam paused. {The same is true for certain people.}
โ€œAneirin,โ€ Chase mumbled. โ€œHow else would he have known about Jack if he wasnโ€™t watching the royal line in some way?โ€ He shuddered. โ€œA silent presence stalking you down, and your children, and their children, and waiting for one to pounce and... Th-thatโ€™s unnerving.โ€
โ€œQuite unnerving,โ€ Henrik agreed, eyes darting to the side for a moment.
{These are the sort of deeds that turn sadness to anger,} Sam said.ย 
The group didnโ€™t go all the way to the other side of the clearing, but rather stopped about a quarter of the way around. They found a spot where the trees werenโ€™t so thick and decided that this was a good place to set up camp. Draco settled down in a gap between tree roots and closed his eyes, taking a nap as the humans put out their bedrolls. Sam watched, standing on the edge of the clearing.
โ€œAre you going to stand there protecting us?โ€ Chase asked jokingly.
{If thatโ€™s what you wish,} Sam said calmly.ย 
โ€œOh I-I mean you donโ€™t have toโ€”โ€
{Chase, a ghost might not get bored, but I donโ€™t have much else to do. There is no greater priority to me than your safety, and if me being here would help with that, Iโ€™ll stay.}
Chase blinked, then nodded. โ€œTh-thank you.โ€
โ€œCan a ghost do much to protect people?โ€ Henrik wondered.
โ€œHe definitely did something to drive off that dullahan,โ€ Marvin said.
โ€œYeah that sword may be ghostly but it worked enough for the headless bastard!โ€ Jackie agreed.
You were able to cut down a monster with a ghostly blade? Jameson asked.
Sam shook his head. {The slices I managed to get were not enough to fell it.}
โ€œThat is still very interesting,โ€ Henrik said.
โ€œAnd impressive,โ€ Chase added. โ€œHave you... ever fought one of those before? Or are you just that skilled or lucky?โ€
{Yes, I fought one in a graveyard once, along with some comrades of mine. Fellow traveling companions, Iโ€™d gathered a small party by that time on my journey.}
Marvinโ€™s eyes lit up. As did Jackieโ€™s. โ€œWeโ€™ve never heard that story before!โ€ Marvin said.
โ€œAnd I thought Iโ€™d heard just about every story about you!โ€ Jackie fiddled with his cape excitedly. โ€œCan you tell us about that?โ€
Sam blinked, then smiled. {Of course. And you tell me some of the stories you all have, too. Iโ€™m sure thereโ€™s a lot I havenโ€™t learned about you and the Masked Phantoms.}
As the rest of the day passed, the group sat in a circle, exchanging stories, until eventually they had to eat, digging into their rations for the first time in a while. The strange magic of the Wyldwood had kept them from getting hungry, but now they were near that circle of dead earth, a dead spot in the magic, so they once again felt the rumblings of hunger. After that, they all agreed it was best to try and rest so they could leave early.
Or... try to rest, at least. Because two people found themselves awake as time went on. Chase laid in his bedroll, staring up at the tree boughs, before eventually rolling over to look at where Sam was standing. One side of the camp was darker, as there werenโ€™t any glowing plants over near the blasted heath. But despite standing in that shadowy part, Sam seemed to be outlined in a faint light. He was staring out towards the clearing, but he seemed to sense Chase looking at him, turning back around to look back at him in turn. {Need something?}
โ€œHuh? N-no, I...โ€ Chase looked over at the others, but didnโ€™t see anyone moving. So he sat up, assuming they were asleep. โ€œIโ€™m thinking about Jack,โ€ he whispered. โ€œI havenโ€™t had one of those magical dreams since entering the Wyldwood, and the last one I had was... I-Iโ€™m... Iโ€™m scared for him.โ€
Sam tilted his head, thoughtful. {I... understand your worry. I watched over him a little, while I could. He was... a bright, energetic child, and a good, kind man. He... doesnโ€™t deserve any of this.} He made a sighing motion.
โ€œ...Heโ€™s your descendant, isnโ€™t he?โ€ Chase asked. โ€œYou, uh... He looks a lot like you.โ€
{I know. And I wonder if thatโ€™s another reason he was targeted.} Sam shook his head. {I hope I can help him.}
Chase blinked. He never imagined the first King of Glasรบil would look so... vulnerable. So much like... like how Chase himself felt. โ€œYea... me too,โ€ he said quietly. โ€œLook. Do you, uh... do you have the power to... give me one of those draรญslings?โ€
Sam shook his head {I can speak with you in your mind, but as weak as I am, my enchantment powers canโ€™t do much more than that. But... the bridge is already established. Perhaps if you asked the Horned Elder One for help, they will guide you there tonight.}
โ€œ...you mean, pray to them?โ€ Chase blinked. โ€œHuh. How have I not thought of that yet?โ€
{Sometimes the simplest ideas evade us.} Sam smiled encouragingly. {Itโ€™s worth trying, isnโ€™t it?}
โ€œYea, it is.โ€ Chase nodded. He took a deep breath. โ€œThank you, Sam.โ€ And he laid back down, closing his eyes, silently sending his thoughts into the air. Please, Horned Elder One... he needed to speak to Jack. He needed to check on him. He didnโ€™t care if Aneirin would stab him in the dream again. He just... had to reassure him... that they knew the truth now...
Chase drifted off, but someone else stayed awake, listening to Chaseโ€™s breathing slow. Jackie stared out at the surrounding trees. He knew that Sam being here meant that they didnโ€™t have to take shifts to keep guard, but it wouldnโ€™t hurt to look out as well, right? He kept shifting direction slowly, turning back and forth, moving his bedroll ever so slightly occasionally so he could look everywhere. But he couldnโ€™t wake up the others, so he had to be very quiet.
But evidently, he wasnโ€™t quiet enough.
{Is there any particular reason youโ€™re rolling around like a caterpillar?}
Jackie inhaled sharply at the voice in his mind. He rolled over again and found himself staring at a set of ghostly boots. Sam crouched down next to him, waving. โ€œ...hello,โ€ Jackie said. โ€œGood evening.โ€
{Youโ€™re really having trouble dropping the formalities, arenโ€™t you?} Sam said.
โ€œWell... youโ€™re the first King!โ€ Jackie sat up, careful to keep his voice down even as he wanted to get loud with excitement. โ€œI grew up hearing stories about you from my mam. I loved hearing about your daring exploits. It... was one of the things that inspired me to be a warrior. To help people and do good, incredible things. Like you did.โ€
Sam shifted position, sitting instead of crouching. {I came from the same place you did, you know. Not literally. I hear youโ€™re from the west-center farmlands, while I grew up on the island you now call Suilthair. But I mean... I grew up hearing stories and wanting to do incredible things, too. So out of any of us, you and I should be the ones who are least awkward around each other.โ€
Jackie laughed. โ€œYou would think that, wouldnโ€™t you?โ€ His eyes drifted over to the trees, scanning them instinctively. โ€œBut as similar as we are, you are... you are legendary. Strong. A protector of good. A leader who looks after people. Everything...โ€ He swallowed a lump in his throat. โ€œE-everything I... want to be.โ€
Sam tilted his head. {Do you not think you are a strong, protective leader?}
โ€œNo, I know I am,โ€ Jackie said. โ€œYouโ€™re just... more of it.โ€
{Well... believe me, I never fully felt like that,} Sam said gently. {Especially after the events you now know about. Something like that does a lot to shake your confidence in your skills.}
Jackie laughed. โ€œI-I guess it would.โ€ He fell silent, continuing to look at the trees, searching for motion.
{You can sleep, you know.} Samโ€™s voice sounded like a whisper, like a feather floating into Jackieโ€™s mind. {I can watch over you.}
โ€œ...I know,โ€ Jackie said reluctantly. โ€œBut... I...โ€ He shook his head. โ€œI-it would be better to have two people on watch, right?โ€
{Not when one of them is an unsleeping ghost and the other is going to soon be exhausted from lack of sleep and too much activity. It was a busy day for all of you.}
Jackie didnโ€™t say anything. He pulled his knees close to him, taking the bedroll with him.
{...there is something bothering you.} It wasnโ€™t a question.
โ€œNo,โ€ Jackie denied. โ€œI just... I want to stay on watch.โ€
{Why?} Sam asked.
โ€œI... I-I just want to. It would be better. If I could help, I should.โ€
{Because you are the leader?} Sam asked. {The strong one? The protector of others?}
Jackieโ€™s breath hitched. Tears sprung to his eyes, though he didnโ€™t know why. โ€œI... If I have the ability, I... I should, shouldnโ€™t I?โ€ His voice was hoarse. โ€œI donโ€™t... I donโ€™t want anything to happen to them. Especially since Iโ€™m weaponless now. That damned dullahanโ€™s axe broke both my swords. All I can really do for now is look out for threats.โ€
{You can rest,} Sam said quietly. {And be sure that youโ€™re prepared to fight tomorrow.}
โ€œFight with what? As I said, Iโ€™ve lost my weapons.โ€
{I can help with that.}
Jackieโ€™s head snapped towards him, confused. โ€œHuh? Youโ€™re... youโ€™re a ghost, though.โ€
Sam smiled. {You can say I have connections. But itโ€™ll probably take a while. The night. So, that means that once you fall asleep, youโ€™ll wake up to something new.}
โ€œHah. Thatโ€™s the sort of thing my dad would say to me as a child, when I wanted to stay up before the spring equinox, so I could catch the Growing Elder delivering presents. He always said they wouldnโ€™t leave them if they knew I was awake.โ€
{Itโ€™s good to see that tradition persists.} Sam smiled slightly. But then he looked serious. {Jackie... I said we are alike. And because I said that... I know that itโ€™s very easy to put others over yourself. Not because you think low of yourself, but because thatโ€™s what you think you should do. As the strong one, the one who is able to keep them safe, you must keep them safe.}
The tears were in Jackieโ€™s eyes again. He looked away.
{But if you push yourself when there is no danger, you will be unprepared for when there is true risk,} Sam continued. {You cannot stay awake all night every night. Please. Let me help you. Just get some sleep, okay?}
Jackie faced him again. One of the tears slipped out but he still smiled. โ€œI... guess I canโ€™t disobey a request from a legend. Thatโ€™d feel disrespectful.โ€
Sam grinned. {Still with those formalities, hm?} He laughed quietly. {Get some rest. Iโ€™ll keep watch. But Iโ€™ll also make sure your swords are replaced.}
โ€œYou can do that without leaving our sides?โ€
Sam nodded. {Magic is a fun thing, isnโ€™t it?}
โ€œIt really is. Even if I donโ€™t fully understand it.โ€ Jackie stretched, then laid down again. He turned his eyes away from the trees and up at the branches stretching overhead. Then he snuggled down into the bedroll and closed his eyes.
Sam sat next to him for a moment more, making sure he fully fell asleep. Once he was sure he drifted off, he stood up and returned to the spot he was standing before, making sure that they were safe.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chaseโ€™s praying must have paid off, because as he drifted off, he found himself in the draรญsling again. The hallway to the throne room, while recognizable, looked much worse for wear. The walls were darkened with dirt, and the stone bricks had cracked with age, mold lining the tapestries. The Horned Elder One wasnโ€™t here, but they also werenโ€™t here last time. But there was someone else here.
That man from last time blocked the way to the throne room. The man with green eyes, wearing dark leather armor over a green and black outfit, who looked a lot like Jack. As Chase stared at him, he felt that invisible force pushing him backwards. โ€œYou,โ€ Chase breathed. โ€œYouโ€™re him.โ€
Aneirin narrowed his eyes. โ€œGet out of here. You donโ€™t belong here.โ€
โ€œAnd you do?โ€ Chase asked. โ€œThis is Jackโ€™s mind! Youโ€™re the intruder.โ€
Without even answering, Aneirin darted forward. Copper flashed through the air, but Chase was expecting it this time. He jumped back to avoid the slashโ€”but then felt the world start to fade away. โ€œNo!โ€ He shouted, focusing. Right, if he stepped backwards, he would wake up again. He needed to get past Aneirin.
Aneirin slashed at him, and Chase cried out, blocking the seax with his arm but feeling it slice through his skin. But waitโ€”his skin wasnโ€™t really there, was it? Why would a wound in a dream do much? Actuallyโ€”why couldnโ€™t he change this hallway? Just using his imagination? Heโ€™d been able to break Jackโ€™s chains in the well just by thinking he could.
Another slash, but Chase imagined a shield, and suddenly there was a loud CLANG! as the blade hit a circle of metal on his arm instead of his chest. Aneirinโ€™s eyes widenedโ€”was he surprised? Chase took the moment of hesitation to run to the side, right at one of the tapestries. There was a hidden tunnel behind there! He would make there be!
And there was. There was a tunnel, curving around, leading towards the throne room. Chase ran forward, while behind him, he heard Aneirin screech in anger.
He burst out of the tunnel halfway down the throne room. The whole room was slanted, a hill leading up to the dais, stairs after stairs after stairs. Chase ran, pushing himself as fast as he could towards the throne.
โ€œChase!โ€ Aneirinโ€™s voice screamed. โ€œYouโ€™re going to die!โ€
Chase flinched, but hurried upwards anyway. He could feel wind pushing him backwards, Aneirin trying to expel him from the dream. He felt pain stab into his back, and cried out. Had Aneirin thrown a knife at him?! He started to glance back, but then the wind pushing him back grew stronger. No! He couldnโ€™t stop for a single moment! He got close to the ground, grabbing onto the stairs for support. A knife flew through the air as he bent down, barely missing him. No time to worry about that! Keep going, keep going!
As he got closer to the top of this dais staircase, he noticed something. The throne was not... exposed. Instead, there were iron bars around it. A giant cage. But through the bars, he could see Jack curled up on the throne. โ€œJack!โ€ He shouted.
Jack raised his head. That silencing mask was still on his face. Above them, his blue eyes went wide, desperate. Wet with tears.
โ€œJack, weโ€™re coming!โ€ Chase yelled. โ€œWe found something! We know something now! W-we can help you!โ€
Uncurling slightly, Jack started to reach out to him, the chains stopping him right before he was able to put his hands through the bars. Chase tried to reach out as wellโ€”
A scream pierced the air. Chase felt a hand on his shoulder: Aneirin. Before Chase could react, Aneirin pulled Chase off the staircase, sending him tumbling down, down, down. And Chase felt every impact, each one coming sooner as he picked up speed.
Until he stopped, falling flat on the ground. His whole body ached, and though Chase tried to remember that none of this was real, it was hard to keep that in mind when the pain felt so intense.
Aneirin appeared before him, glaring down at him. He crouched down by Chase. โ€œThis is my mind now,โ€ he growled. โ€œYour Jack will stay buried.โ€
Then he raised his seax and brought it down on Chaseโ€™s neckโ€”
And Chase awoke, gasping in pain.
Morning had dawned on the Wyldwood. Bright sunlight shone through the tree branches. They must have slept a bit later than usual. As Chase looked around, he saw that the others were still sleeping. Samโ€™s ghost sat on the ground, facing the clearing instead of the group. He glanced back at Chase, concerned. {Are you alright?}
โ€œY-yea... I just... I...โ€ Chase swallowed a lump in his throat. โ€œAneirin was... there. And... very insistent. On me... not being there.โ€
{...Iโ€™m sorry,} Sam said quietly.
โ€œNo, donโ€™t be. Itโ€™s not your fault.โ€ Chase lied still, staring up at the trees.
Eventually, the others awoke, getting breakfast ready. Chase didnโ€™t say anything about his dream.
Jackie was the first ready to start walking again, pacing anxiously as soon as he was done with breakfast and his bedroll was packed up. The others noticed this quickly. โ€œAre you alright, Jackie?โ€ Henrik asked.
โ€œYea.โ€ Jackie nodded. โ€œIโ€™m just... ready to go. A bit worried about what weโ€™ll face.โ€
Sam got to his feet. {Well, I have something for you that will help assuage those worries.} He held out his hands in front of him, palms up. Some silvery light glimmered above them. Curious, Jackie stepped closer. The light grew stronger, brighter. It flashed, and when it faded, two swords were lying across his hands. Jackie gasped. The blades and hilts of the swords were gleaming silver. {These blades should cut down spirits and magical creatures with ease,} Sam said.
โ€œM-magical swords?!โ€ Marvin stammered. โ€œThatโ€™sโ€”h-how did you get those?โ€
Sam smiled slightly. {I have my ways.}
โ€œI... I w-wasnโ€™t expecting... Are you sure, my King?โ€ Jackie asked.
{Iโ€™m not a King anymore, remember?} Sam said. {And Iโ€™m very sure. These will be very helpful to you. They can also absorb various energies. Magic, but also lightning and fire. Doing this will allow you to use it against others during your next strikes.}
Jackieโ€™s eyes lit up. โ€œThatโ€™s... thatโ€™s amazing.โ€ He reached out, hands trembling slightly, and took the swords. โ€œTheyโ€™re... lighter than I expected.โ€ He slid one into the sheathe for his old sword, finding it fit perfectly. Then he gave the other a few experimental swings. โ€œOh. But thereโ€™s power behind this. I can feel it.โ€ He sheathed the other sword and bowed deeply towards Sam. โ€œThank you, Sam. I-Iโ€™m honored. Weโ€™ll save the kingdom. I promise.โ€
Chase recalled his dream, and he nodded as well. โ€œI promise, too.โ€
We wonโ€™t stop until that spirit is taken care of, Jameson said.
โ€œAnd until Jack is free,โ€ Henrik added.
Marvin simply nodded silently.
{I know you all will,} Sam said. {I believe you can do it. And so do the Elders.} He bowed to them. {I leave it in your hands.}
And with that, Sam faded away, leaving the others to their journey back.ย 
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MAG 10185 - Comatose
JSE EGOS X THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES
Fanfic/Statement.
Written by Kalcifer
(Loosely inspired by this fanfic by vanyzvat!!!!)
โš ๏ธCW: descriptions of gore, hospitals, psychological horror, mental deterioration, acts of violence and loss of sanity.โš ๏ธ
Please move forward safely!!
Statement of Doctor Henrik Von Schneeplestien, regarding a patient that never existed. Statement documented November 16th, 2018, read by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. Statement Begins;
You see a lot of things as a doctor. A lot of very awful things. Things that you wished to never return too. I used to be able to not let things get to me, and I used to do it well.
One time a woman died in my care, aged 21. That was the first time something like that got to me. She was so young so- ready to begin her life. She was healthy too- a complete accident that took her away too short. And I couldn't help her- it drove me mad.
I don't even know how long it took me before I was able to sleep at night, but eventually I did, knowing that focusing on using her memory to motivate me to do better would allow me to save more people than wallowing in my own self pity ever could.
What I'm trying to make you understand is that I am used to seeing people during their worst moments and I am used to being able to come back from it. It's part of my job to be able too you understand.
This is why- this case- it, it worries me.
I want to believe I just lost my mind. I wished, I so utterly wished it was as simple as that. But I wouldn't be here if that was the case would I?
This all started two years ago. October 31st. I was appointed to overlook the care of a patient that had been put in a medically induced coma- after he had apparently, mutilated himself with a 7 inch kitchen knife. I won't go into detail but the wound was bad. And in my own professional opinion, the fact he survived at all was nothing short of a miracle.
I- I try to picture the man I was looking after for months. A year? I- don't know how long it was. But the image of him, it shifts in my mind- it warps like sand and everytime I think I can clearly picture him- he's faded into something completely different.
The one thing I do know for certain is that vibrant green hair he had, it was the first thing I noticed about him before I had to see that, horrid wound on his throat. I expected it to fade during his time with me. But it never did. The day he left it was just as vibrant as it was the day he arrived.
Each time I entered his room- (room 10-185) my head would start spinning. I got what I needed done, I- I attempted to treat him with the same humanity I did with all my patients, especially those who are in such conditions as he is. But every time I entered that room I felt the pressure of an intense migraine push at the front of my skull and I found myself hurrying out of his presence more times than I can count.
It was, routine as always, leaving his room only a few minutes after I entered, rushing towards the nearest bathroom when I noticed it- blood- my own blood, trickling gently down from the corneas of my eyes, staining my otherwise cleaned hospital mask. I hoped it was just my, apparently terrible vision but the blood it- it just looked too red- too vibrant- it reminded me of the man's hair that refuses to fade.
I started seeing things about three months before he left. Shadows that quickly escaped my vision as soon as I tried to look at them. The machines he was hooked up too- switching from a heartbeat monitor to awful, graphic images of visara. The lenses in cameras shifted to look like piercing eyes, flickering to stare at me and to never break their contact.
The wound should've healed by then. It should've. The man should've been dead at that point if he kept bleeding the way he did. But he didn't. He wouldn't die he just lay there. A sickening imitation of death, a mockery- towards me.
That's what it had to be. It was some cruel joke. Towards me, to give me this patient- this thing, to cause me my breakage. Why something would do this is beyond me, and why me? Its something I wished I could give an answer for.
But nothing ever changed. I just got worse. I stopped cutting my hair I think, I only barely followed the hospital guides for cleanliness as much as I could- as much as my tormentor would let me before the water in my shower turned to acid in my mind. Causing me to jump out screaming- it never was of course. It always had been water. The marks that plague my skin say otherwise but it's impossible for it to be anything other than water.
You would think the day the man left the hospital would be a joyous day for me. That I would be happy to see him finally be removed from my life. But no. Of course not. Why would I get any respite from this torment?
I came into the room, disheveled as always. And he wasn't there- I almost didn't notice it- I had gotten so far down my own delusion that I barely noticed that his presence wasn't in the room.
I almost cried with relief, until I saw the flickering of the lights. It- it was just an electrical issue- something that could be fixed- I tried to reason with myself- but the pit in my stomach knew- I just knew it was him.
The hospital stopped making noise that day. Everything stopped, it was like the world had paused. No one was there, I checked. And I checked again. And it was only the third time, after I had checked every room, every inch of the hospital, that I finally returned to room 10-185. And where my patient was waiting for me.
He was facing the wall opposite the door from which I entered. His hair was still that green colour- it- it hurt to look at. I tried not to look, but I couldn't, I felt the blood pour down my face as my eyes grew overwhelmed at the sight of the man and, all the features I can't even place in my mind.
And then- he spoke- his voice was something that could only work after doing what he did to his own throat, the very thing, the action that tied me to him. He said "I think I'm ready to be checked out. Thank you, doctor"
He turned to stare at me. At least his head did. The rest of him stayed statue still. I could hear his bones pop and his flesh tear, as he forced himself to look at me. And gave me a large smile, the blood from his throat, gushing out from between his rotted teeth like a broken faucet.
I'm sure I blacked out, I had to. Because the next moment I remember, I'm in the office of my superior. Being given the information that I had been fired. I'm sure that's what he said. The ringing static in my ears was so loud at that point, I could only piece together what he was telling me.
I didn't care at that point. I just wanted the figure that loomed over his shoulder to stop staring at me with its bloodshot eyes and broken smile.
I have no where else to go now. No one in my life that's cared to stick around will believe me. I have nothing but my story and my diminishing mind. Hopefully, I can finally get some rest at night. It is so hard too when you're being watched.
Statement ends.
After some research into this statement we have confirmed that Dr. Schneeplestien, a German man who had been living in England for upwards of 15 years, did infact work as a surgeon in the Manchester Royal Infirmary.
He was subsequently let go from his job, after neglecting his work for upwards of 15 months. It had only came into light that he was doing so, 3 months before his, very abrupt departure. He had apparently, lashed out at his superiors when he was confronted about this, leading to his almost immediate suspension- as well as arrest for assault towards a police officer, as he was forcibly removed from hospital property.
Henrik had apparently, grabbed a surgical scalpel from his lab coat- and had stabbed one of the officers in the collar. The man survived- but it is interesting to me that Henrik had very clearly, aimed for the same area as the wound of the patient he was looking after, apparently was.
Speaking of the patient- he very much does not exist. The is no record of anyone remotely similar to Schneeplestien's- albeit very vague description of the man, ever being admitted to the Manchester Royal, or existing in the first place.
I was initially tempted to appoint this in the discreated section. As to me it very much reads as the ramblings of a, clearly mentally unwell individual. However one thing that was found when doing this research, is what happened leading up to this statement being made in the first place.
Henrik Von Schneeplestien, was apparently, taken into the custody of the research facility known as I.R.I.S. a facility which, has very similar areas of study to The Magnus Institute. And apparently, take their findings with a lot more agency than the likes of The Magnus Institute. They seemingly, had allowed Henrik to make this statement to gather evidence towards- something.
I did try to reach out to them, as a follow up on this. To figure out what they could possibly need this research for. But apparently, everything about the case of Doctor Henrik Von Schneeplestien, is completely classified information. And legally, this is the only information available to the public about the doctor in any form.
After making this statement, it seems that I.R.I.S had effectively wiped any pre-existing public information of the doctor himself- other than this statement of course. For what reason, I don't know.
That just begs the question- what does I.R.I.S have to hide? I have this nagging feeling that this will not be the last we hear of I.R.I.S- or the likes of the former doctor either..
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Curiosity Killed the Cat: Chapter 13
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(AN: I can't believe I'm finally finishing this after 5 years- and one such a momentous fandom day! Did not expect that happen GVJBH but!! It feels so freaking surreal! i hope you guys have enjoyed this journey as much as I have! Look forward to one last chapter! Also parts of this that i wrote literally yesterday have been confirmed for marvin's backstory in the comics so?? I WINNNN!!!)
Marvin was trapped in a dream. Orโ€ฆ more like a memory. Guess this was like dying for realโ€ฆ. His life flashing before his eyes. That thought always scared him butโ€ฆ not now.
He searched through the haze- finding something to latch onto. A memory that reminded him over and over of what he was fighting for. Maybeโ€ฆ it could bring him comfortโ€ฆ one last time.
Even if this now felt like it was a different lifeโ€ฆ
Marvin was running, glancing behind him as a group of hooded figures gave chase. Blasts of magic tried to grab at him, pulling his tattered cape and clothes. To dodge the blasts he would shift and change into a small white cat, its back mimicking the look of his cape in black blotches of fur. The transitions looked as easy to him as breathing as he skidded and dodged the magic. But his chest burned, he couldnโ€™t keep this up for long.
โ€œMarvin the Magnificent! Stop this instant! Youโ€™re under arrest for stolen AIMC goods and using magic against AIMC guidelines!โ€ One of the figures shouted with authority.
Marvin grit his teeth, โ€œYou got the wrong guy! I ainโ€™t that asshole! Leave me alone!โ€ โ€ฆ.Guess the splashes of paint he threw on his signature mask werenโ€™t enough to throw them offโ€ฆ
โ€œCโ€™mon Marvin donโ€™t do this!โ€ Another figure pleaded, โ€œWe can help you! You donโ€™t have to keep doing this! Running away isnโ€™t gonna fix any of this!โ€
Marvinโ€™s chest ached. That voice was familiarโ€ฆ a friend. Someone who tried to help him get on his feet after killing Phantom. But, even after joining the circleโ€ฆ he never felt like he could belong. Even though he was magic like them- he was far too different. They could never understand the pain of being a figment.
Of being human, but not at all. Of being solid, being able to live on his own. But constantly feeling like that could be taken away from him at any minute. Of trying to find out who he was, but never fully being able to know. Not unless he fell to the whims of a creator that had done nothing but abandon him in this dark and confusing world.
He could never go backโ€ฆ heโ€™s heard nothing from his so-called creator since his hastily given name. Why go back to someone who doesnโ€™t even care?
And besidesโ€ฆ creators, family, friendsโ€ฆ they all meant nothing, in the end. His last friend tried to steal his soul, after all.
The books he stole were weighing him down. But he was determined to not get caught. It had been a hard time trying to get out of their sightsโ€ฆ he was exhausted, tired, filthy. He hardly even looked like he did when he was first made anymore. His beard was ragged, the green in his hair overgrown and faded.
But still, he was stubborn and determined. He had to get awayโ€ฆ
To doโ€ฆ what exactly? He wasnโ€™t sure. He just knew that he couldnโ€™t stay with others. Theyโ€™d only hurt him in the endโ€ฆ or heโ€™d wind up hurting them.
He allowed himself to screech to a stop, then skid to face the charging magicians. He yelled out and held out both his hands, charging magic and then firing out a wall of blue-green flames to cut them off. The hooded figures all scrambled to stop before hitting the flames. Marvin caught the eye of his former friend, their face pleading under the shadow of their hood.
Marvin bared his teeth ferally, โ€œMarvin the Magnificent doesnโ€™t exist anymore! And if you continue to chase me, Iโ€™ll make you disappear too.โ€
Then, Marvinโ€™s speech gets cut off as heโ€™s suddenly grabbed from behind by his hood, dangling in the air like a kitten caught by its scruff.
โ€œOkay hey now- enough of that!โ€ A light voice seemed to joke, but he also had a type of power behind his charismatic tone.
One of the magicians gasped as they looked at the new figure. โ€œJ-Jackieboy Man!โ€
Marvinโ€™s blood went cold and he paled. Heโ€ฆ knew that name. It was one of the other figments Jack made. That- that hero guy. The first one.
Fucking shit! His heart was racing with panic- he didnโ€™t want to be brought back to Jack! He was sure heโ€™d gone way off the path of whatever joke Jack made him for. Going backโ€ฆ what if Jack decided he was too wild to keep around? Too dangerous?
He wouldnโ€™t let himself fade- he wouldnโ€™t become like Phantom!
Acting quickly, Marvin shifted into cat form and wriggled out of the heroโ€™s grip. Jackieboy yelped and tried to grab the cat, only for Marvin to hiss and swat at his face, claws catching flesh. Jackieboy hissed through his teeth and stumbled back.
Marvin trembled back on shaky legs then ran as fast as those little legs could take him. He was bound to outrun the hero being this small!
Jackieboy shouted after him. โ€œHey wait!โ€
The shopping center they were running through was almost empty where he left the hero and magicians. But now the disguised figment could hear the roar of the crowd ahead. He surged forward as fast as he could, determined if he could reach them he could lose the hero for good.
But, he knew nothing of what Jack blessed the other figments with. With a burst of speed, Jackie had leaped into the air, then landed in front of Marvin, eyes glowing silver-blue.
The hero wiped at the blood on his face. โ€œโ€ฆthat wasnโ€™t very nice, you know.โ€
Marvin hissed, the card symbols on his forward glowing with magic. At this sight, Jackieโ€™s eyes widened.
โ€œWaitโ€ฆ! Iโ€ฆ I know you- Iโ€™ve seen you! Youโ€™reโ€ฆ youโ€™re one of us! โ€ฆMarvin! Marvin, right?โ€ The hero breathed, smiling brightly.
The cat trembled back and then shifted in a bit of light back into his human form. He glared at the hero and bared slightly fanged teeth. โ€œโ€ฆwhat of it? You here to turn me in?โ€
Jackieboy looked confused, โ€œWhat? No! I mean- unless those magic guys were likeโ€ฆ actually trying to arrest you for a crimeโ€ฆโ€
Marvin looked away, a distant flicker of guilt crossing his face.
The heroโ€™s face fell. โ€œโ€ฆoh-โ€œ He said quietly. But then he shook his head and tried to step forward, spreading out his hands. โ€œBut I meanโ€ฆ hey! We canโ€ฆ we can figure that out! Itโ€™s justโ€ฆ no one has heard hide or tail of you! You were all over the telly with your shows and thenโ€ฆ you were just goneโ€ฆโ€
Marvin looks at Jackieboy with a surprised expression, though he tried to keep himself guarded. โ€ฆ theyโ€ฆ noticed that?
Jackieโ€™s face creased in sympathy, โ€œI donโ€™t see Jack muchโ€ฆ but I know heโ€™s been worried. And- that means you havenโ€™t even met the others yet! God dudeโ€ฆ weโ€™d all would love to meet youโ€ฆ weโ€™ve heard so much about you! I used to watch your shows all the time!โ€
The magician-turned-thiefโ€™s guard lowered as he stared at Jackie in shock. Wasโ€ฆ all of that true?
Thoughโ€ฆ new figments huh? His eyes darkened as he spat. โ€œI seeโ€ฆ Jack realized I was a failure and is already setting up replacements, Huh?โ€
The hero looked even more bewildered. โ€œWhat?! No way thatโ€™s- that isnโ€™t it at all! Dude, you needa take a massive chill pill!โ€
This made Marvinโ€™s anger even stronger. Magic sparked around him as he growled out. โ€œI canโ€™t afford to โ€˜take a chill pillโ€™! My life hasnโ€™t been easy like yours, Hero! You have no idea what Iโ€™ve fucking been through, what darkness Iโ€™ve had to run from. Donโ€™t you dare try to brush it off with your fucking jokes!โ€
Thereโ€™s a beat of silence as Jackie just stares at Marvin.
โ€œโ€ฆ.damn- youโ€™re like a massive edge lord-โ€œ Jackie deadpans.
Marvinโ€™s magic flickers for a second before coming back stronger. โ€œWhat?! Did you- did you even listen to what I-?โ€
โ€œYeah- and it was like- straight out of the edge lord handbook, dude. Super cringe-โ€œ
The magician yells in rage and tries to throw a punch at Jackie. But, the hero just catches it and looks down at Marvin with a raised eyebrow. Marvin huffs and glares at Jackie, but he can easily see how exhausted this guy looksโ€ฆ and how scared.
Jackie laughs nervously and then lets Marvin go, anxiously messing with his hair. โ€œOkay youโ€™re right- not the time for jokesโ€ฆ just thought theyโ€™d- I dunnoโ€ฆ help to make you a little less intense.โ€
Marvinโ€™s lip rose in a tiny snarl, glaring daggers at the hero.
The red clad man sighs and rubs his neck. โ€œLook- youโ€™re right. I donโ€™t know what youโ€™ve been through. Butโ€ฆ I do know- Jack wouldnโ€™t want you out hereโ€ฆ running and struggling to survive. And- I donโ€™t want to see that either- I meanโ€ฆ in my headโ€ฆ all of us are pretty muchโ€ฆ brothers, you know? I couldnโ€™t let my lil bro suffer out here.โ€
Marvin felt his heart flutter, a warm feeling spreading. He tries to hide his surprise at Jackieโ€™s gentleness.
But, the hero continues, attempting to step forward. โ€œListen man- whatever youโ€™re going throughโ€ฆ you donโ€™t have to do it alone. Itโ€™s confusing and lonely out there- andโ€ฆ if you come with me- I can take you to see that you arenโ€™t aloneโ€ฆ all of us are dealing with being figments too.โ€
He slowly offered his hand to Marvin.
"Us figments gotta stick together, don't you think?" Jackie grinned down at him, his smile so kind it threatened to blind Marvin.
The magician looked at Jackieโ€™s hand with hesitation. Heโ€™d been running for so longโ€ฆ could he actually have a second chance? A chance to try againโ€ฆ?
Eventually with a shaky hand, Marvin took Jackieโ€™s. โ€œโ€ฆalrightโ€ฆ Iโ€ฆ I guess I can give it a shot.โ€
Jackie beamed so brightly he could rival the sun.
He quickly took the magician to meet the others. Their brothers, he told Marvin excitedly. Marvin frowned at the thought. Heโ€ฆ never thought he could ever really have a family.
Though he wasnโ€™t holding his breath- knowing Jack these guys could all be complete fucking weirdos.
And that was his first impression as he took in the ragtag group of Jack look-a likes, mingling around a cabin at the edge of the cityโ€™s limits.
Marvinโ€™s eyes wandered to the sight of a yellow-green haired dude in a jinx hat, whooping and hollering as he managed to shoot a nerf dart into an open box of Lyons tea. He winced as he saw the man dab. โ€ฆokay-
On the couch was a teal-haired man who looked like he stepped straight out of a silent movie, preened mustache and all. Oh- of course he was also looking at a pocket watch, checking the time. He looked up at Marvinโ€™s arrival and cocked his head silently but waved exaggeratedly at the sight of Jackie behind him.
And in the corner at a desk was a man in a white doctorโ€™s coat and mint green scrubs. His light green hair hung over his glasses as he studied a book, mumbling to himself in German.
โ€ฆyup- bunch of fucking weirdos.
โ€œHey nerds!โ€ Jackie called out, shocking Marvin out of his thoughts as the hero pressed the shorter ego tight to his side. โ€œLook who I found! Marvin!!โ€
Jackie turned to Marvin and then gestured out, โ€œMarvin! These are the Septic egos! Thatโ€™s what Jack calls us instead of figments- cuz weโ€™re like, alter-egos in a way! Cool, huh?โ€
Three pairs of identical colored eyes all look up at him and Marvin feels his insides squirming. He must look so rough- so different to how they pictured him. How Jack pictured himโ€ฆ
He waved nervously, attempting a smile. But, it didnโ€™t quite reach his eyes.
The figment in the ball cap bounded up to Marvin with sparkling eyes and explosive energy right away. โ€œOh no way! Suh dude!! Super awesome to meet ya!โ€ He pointed to himself with his thumb, โ€œIโ€™m Chase! Chase Brody! Though~ you might know me better from my YouTube channel, Bro Average!โ€
Marvin staggered back, overwhelmed by the energy. He blinked at Chase, โ€œuhโ€ฆ n-no sorryโ€ฆ I uhโ€ฆ. havenโ€™t had much of a chance toโ€ฆ browse the web lately.โ€
For a second, the bright egoโ€™s expression seemed to fall. But it just as quickly lit back up as he laughed. โ€œNot a problem, bro! Maybe sometime I can catch ya up! Over a good cup of Lyons~!โ€
The magician pondered this and then felt a reaction to the thought of tea. Something he hadnโ€™t really thought of. โ€œโ€ฆmint.โ€ He looked back at Chase and smiled shyly. โ€œโ€ฆI like uhโ€ฆ mint teaโ€ฆ so maybe over a cup of thatโ€ฆ?โ€
Chase made a face close to a grimace. โ€œMint??โ€ Marvin wanted to shrink back in shame. But then the youtuber chuckled and shrugged. โ€œHey, not my cuppa! But like- we can hang over whoever type of tea you want, my dude!โ€ He grinned mischievously, โ€œHell, I can show you allll the pics I got of my kids!โ€
Marvinโ€™s eyebrows rose. โ€œโ€ฆyouโ€™re a dad?โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s- complicated,โ€ Jackie coughed close to Marvin. He patted Chase on the shoulder quickly and tried to distract the younger ego. โ€œYo Chase, bet you canโ€™t make a trickshot into that trash can!โ€
The fatherโ€™s eyes lit up at the challenge. โ€œOh fuck yeah dude! youโ€™re on!โ€
He quickly busies himself grabbing supplies and a camera to film his attempt.
Jackie gathers Marvin up lightly and whispers. โ€œIโ€™ll uhโ€ฆ catch you up on that. Sensitive subject.โ€
He leads Marvin over to the doctor. The light hit his glasses just right as he turned to set the book down and studied the new ego quietly. He then nods, โ€œAh yes- you are the uhโ€ฆ magic one. Do not expect me to believe any of that shit, okay?โ€
Marvin bristled like an angry cat. โ€œWhat?โ€
The doctor smirked and pushed up his glasses, sitting taller and more refined. โ€œI am a man of science, Mr. Kรคtzchen. So, your little voodoo shite will not work on zhe good doctor, Dr. Henrik von Schneeplestien, ja?โ€
The magician growled and looked ready to jump the doctor. Jackie quickly grabbed Marvin underneath his arms and scooped him up like he weighed nothing. He laughed nervously and carted Marvin away, โ€œOkay! No more of that! Bye Schneep, love you!โ€
The doctor rolled his eyes and went back to his book and mumbled, chewing on his pen cap.
Marvin is plopped down in front of the last ego, the mustached gentleman. The small magician glared at Jackie, then turned to face the teal-haired ego.
He smiled brightly at Marvin and tipped his hat. Then a screen flickered into view in front of him, showing words like an old-timey silent film still. Marvin blinked in surprise. This one had magic too?
The screen read. โ€œHello, good chap! Iโ€™m Jameson Jackson! Ever so glad to make your acquaintance!โ€
Marvin found himself smiling, โ€œHeyโ€ฆ thatโ€™s a pretty cool spellโ€ฆโ€ He then sits down on the couch next to Jameson and took off his hood. โ€โ€ฆ think you can show me how you did it?โ€ He smiled shyly at the other ego. But, Jamesonโ€™s smile could light up the whole room as he eagerly nodded.
And soonโ€ฆ Marvin became one of them. He found his brothers- and finally had people who could truly understand him.
Marvin felt himself relax as the memory faded. He let the darkness take himโ€ฆ he knew his brothers were safe now. They could figure out the rest without himโ€ฆ
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The boys all watch in stunned disbelief as Marvin falls.
Jameson acts quick and throws out a hand, desperately mouthing, โ€œNO!โ€
A wash of teal races across the room, freezing everything as if it was paused. The heart monitor stops, the zipping electricity of the broken computer stops mid arc, the doll that tumbled out of Marvinโ€™s hand stops mid motion, core still lit with his magic.
The boys all rush in- not frozen by Jamieโ€™s spell. Jackie crashes to Marvinโ€™s side and picks him up. โ€œNo! No nono no! Marvin! Cโ€™mon Marvin t-this isnโ€™t funny! Fuck! what did you do?!โ€
Marvin lays limp in Jackieโ€™s arms, eyes milky and unseeing. His open mouth leaks black smoke like a dying campfire. His limbs are caught halfway in the act of disappearing, looking see through.
โ€œH-Heโ€™sโ€ฆ!โ€ Schneep whispers in fear.
โ€œFading.โ€ Anti answers gravelly, trying to push himself up using the wall.
โ€œWhat does that mean?! D-Does that mean heโ€™s dying- heโ€™s dead?!โ€ Chase cries out in panic, โ€œ A-Are we next? Is it too late?โ€
โ€œI-I do not knowโ€ฆ!โ€ Henrik whimpers.
Jackie curls up over his baby brother and watches his tears fall on his slack face. He holds him tight, his body trembling. โ€œIโ€™m so sorry Marvinโ€ฆ I-I shouldโ€™ve been there for you soonerโ€ฆ!โ€ He hangs his head over him and breaks down.
Then, thereโ€™s a cough that interrupts their sorrows.
Anti had managed to glitch across the room and leans against Jackโ€™s bed. He tiredly glares at the others. โ€œ...w-whatever Jameson just castโ€ฆ it paused what Kit kat didโ€ฆ so heโ€™s not gone yet.โ€
They all look to Jameson in slight disbelief and JJ looks confused as he nods to Anti.
Anti rolls his eyes and gestures at the gentleman. โ€œ... you still have that watch, donโ€™t ya? โ€ฆ I think you know what to do.โ€
Jamesonโ€™s eyes widen and he fumbles into his pocket to fish out his pocket watch. He touches it lightly and then clicks it open. He feels the pulse of magic within its gears- and a power he hardly remembered he had comes flooding back to him. He looks at the others excitedly and hops a bit before starting to turn the pin back. As he does, his eyes flood with teal power.
And- the room starts to move in reverse.
The heart monitor beeps backwards, the doll rolls back into Marvinโ€™s hands- the magician himself slumps back up- out of Jackieโ€™s arms. The hero backs away in confusion and the others move to as to not impede the magician.
They see the life force spell work in reverse, hear him seemingly talking to himself, though they canโ€™t understand what heโ€™s saying. They watch as he rises from the ground and crawls backwards, away from Jackโ€™s bed after reaching for it desperately.
It seems like Jamie is trying to reverse as much as he can- but he canโ€™t reverse far enough to undo the livestream spell- or even stop Marvinโ€™s corruption. The teal light flickers and then dies down right as Marvin hangs his head hopelessly, mumbling something to himself. Jameson suddenly looks white as a sheet as he pitches backwards, eyes rolling up in the back of his head.
The stopwatchโ€™s pin clicks back into place on its own, restarting the flow of time.
The others can understand Marvin again- hear him whispering. โ€œ...i-iโ€™m so sorryโ€ฆ Jackieโ€ฆ j-Jamieโ€ฆ Henโ€ฆ C-chaseโ€ฆ iโ€ฆ I never wanted to hurt youโ€ฆ Iโ€ฆ I just wanted to keep us safeโ€ฆโ€
Heโ€™s startled out of his thoughts by the sound of Jamie falling and his head snaps up, flicking a glowing hand out to stop Jameson before he falls completely to the ground.
โ€œJ-Jamie?!โ€ Marvin whispers in disbelief. He then takes in the others and his jaw drops. โ€œY-You guys?! How did youโ€ฆ? How did you get here?!โ€
The quiet sound of glitches sounds off behind them- Anti disappearing back into Jackโ€™s head before Marvin notices him.
Chase smiles with tears in his eyes, laughing quietly. โ€œI donโ€™t think youโ€™d believe us broโ€ฆ!โ€
Jackie looks ready to tackle Marvin, looking relieved. โ€œWeโ€™re just so glad youโ€™re okay-!โ€ The hero says, opening up his arms.
Marvin startles back and seems to trip over himself, lightly dropping Jamie to the floor and out of his magic as he holds out a hand towards Jackie. โ€œN-No! D-donโ€™t come near me..!โ€
Heโ€™s met with confused faces and Marvin swallows shakily as he tries to explain. โ€œS-Something bad is happeningโ€ฆ! I-Inside me- something is trying to t-take my body and Iโ€ฆ I donโ€™t want it to hurt youโ€ฆ!โ€
โ€œThe black magic inside youโ€ฆ right?โ€ Henrik asks quietly.
Marvin looks surprised and almost dumbfounded. โ€œUhโ€ฆ y-yeahโ€ฆ I think so? H-How did youโ€ฆ?โ€
A hand grabs onto his pant leg and Marvin panics for a second before realizing itsโ€ฆ itโ€™s Jameson.
The gentleman pushes himself up but it looks like heโ€™s hardly holding on. Still, he shakily pulls something out of his vest and hands it to Marvin. Itโ€™s an ornate blue hand mirrorโ€ฆ so delicate it looks like itโ€™s made of ice.
Marvin takes it with knit eyebrows, studying the surface. โ€œJaysโ€ฆ what is this?โ€
Jameson smiles and shakily signs to Marvin, โ€œDark, trap.โ€ He then gently touches over his heart.
Marvin looks more confused but looks back to study the mirror. Didโ€ฆ Jamie find a way to trap all this dark magicโ€ฆ? Itโ€ฆ it was worth a shot, wasnโ€™t it?
The magician breathes in and then tries to touch the mirror's surface. But- then his other hand lashes out and grabs his wrist, dropping the mirror.
Marvinโ€™s eyes flare purple as a darker version of his voice snarls through his lips. โ€œโ„•๐• ! ๐•€ ๐•จ๐•š๐•๐• ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•–๐•’๐•œ๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•ฆ๐•ค ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฅ๐•š๐•” ๐•“๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค! ๐•Ž๐•– ๐••๐• ๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ž!โ€ Blue flickers back in his irises and Marvin panics, trying to fight back for control. โ€œN-No stop it! Iโ€ฆI donโ€™t want this power anymoreโ€ฆ! I-I want to be goodโ€ฆ!โ€
He looks back at the others desperately- but Jamie redirects his attention and smiles warmly, signing, โ€œYour light is strong Marvin, you are good! Just believe in it, like we all believe in you!โ€ The other boys cheer and smile, agreeing with Jamie.
Magic still flickers in Marvinโ€™s eyes, tears threatening to cloud his vision. But, he tries to hold onto Jamieโ€™s adviceโ€ฆ imagining the light within him.
The voice seems to shriek as Marvin pushes back some of its control- just enough to grab the mirror again and touch the surface, finding the runes of the spell. He acts quickly, reciting it as fast as he can.
Each word he stumbles over makes him wince, white light cracking in the purple veins on his skin. Still he keeps going- even though it hurts. The purple magic seems fo be bubbling up to the surface, pushed out by the light. As Marvin recites the last word of power, he suddenly screams, his arms falling back as something seems to burst from his chest. No actually- itโ€™s like the dark magic is peeling off of him- and slowlyโ€ฆ it seems to make a perfect copy of the magician, one made of pulsing black and purple shadow with piercing purple eyes.
Marvin almost collapses into the ground, gasping. He looks more like himself again- though his hair is still long and brown, matching the dark copy. As he looks down at himself he realizesโ€ฆ heโ€™s not in the clothes he was just wearing- no the copy has those. Heโ€™s inโ€ฆ the outfit he was born in. His canon outfit. Itโ€™s been so long since heโ€™s seen it butโ€ฆ it brings him a sense of comfort, even if it's just for a moment. His eyes shine with that familiar bright blue, an echo of Jack. Though the corruption still marks his skin like scars, they look far more faint now. He threatens to sway but Jameson catches him and keeps him steady. The pale magician looks up at the shadowy figure and feels his stomach drop. โ€œT-That was inside me??โ€
The shadow bares its teeth at Marvin. โ€œโ„•๐• , ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ž๐• ๐•ฃ๐• ๐•Ÿ! ๐•€ ๐•’๐•ž ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ.โ€
โ€œBullshit!โ€ Jackie spits at the copy, eyes flaring with blue silver magic.
The copy chuckles and addresses the red clad man, cocking its head with a smooth motion. โ€œ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•• ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•จ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•”๐•™ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ค ๐•“๐•–๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•ก๐•–๐•’๐•œ, ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐• . ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•›๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ ๐•—๐•š๐•๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•–๐•ž๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•™๐•–๐•’๐•• ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•–๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•–๐•—๐•ฆ๐•, ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•–๐•’๐•• ๐• ๐•— ๐•›๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•™๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•š๐•ฃ~!โ€
Chase has to hold back Jackie from lunging at the shadow.
It laughs and shakes his head, spreading out its hands. โ€œ๐”ธ๐•ค ๐•€ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ค๐•’๐•ช๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜- ๐•€ ๐•’๐•ž ๐•„๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ง๐•š๐•Ÿ. ๐•€ ๐•’๐•ž ๐•’๐•๐• ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐••๐•’๐•ฃ๐•œ ๐••๐•–๐•ค๐•š๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค, ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•˜๐•–, ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•–, ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐•š๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ๐•๐•–๐••๐•˜๐•–.โ€ It hums and snaps, bringing something out of Marvinโ€™s pocket that shoots into his hand. A book with a cover blacker than black with purple trim.
โ€œโ€ฆ๐•€ ๐•˜๐•ฆ๐•–๐•ค๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•”๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•• ๐•ค๐•’๐•ชโ€ฆ ๐•€โ€™๐•ž ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•”๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•š๐• ๐•ค๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ช~!โ€
โ€œWellโ€ฆ curiosity killed the cat-โ€œ Henrik mutters.
โ€œโ„•๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•€ ๐•™๐•’๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ~!โ€ The shadow laughs, turning back to Marvin. It lifts up its hand and Marvin is brought up in a bubble of purple magic, clawing at his neck like he canโ€™t breathe.
The others all jump to their feet- trying to figure out how to help. But as Jackie tries to charge at the shadow, heโ€™s suddenly blown back by a giant arc of purple electricity. He slides across the floor, dazed, things in his backpack flying across the floor. He groggily sees the white of Marvinโ€™s old mask in front of him.
Phantomโ€™s words echo in his head: โ€œYou knowโ€ฆ thereโ€™s one thing I know about light magicโ€ฆ why you heroes and goody-two-shoes always best us in the end.โ€ โ€œ...itโ€™s your ability to be positive. To believe in each other. To have things and memories thatโ€ฆ keep the darkness away. ...perhaps that can help you.โ€
Jackie looks to make sure the shadow isnโ€™t looking before taking the mask and studying it. He narrows his eyes and then turns it over, finding a message written in blue ink.
Itโ€™sโ€ฆ some kind of spell. A couple runes follow after the message of โ€œFor the grey days.โ€
Grey daysโ€ฆ Jackie remembers Marvin would often have days where his confidence was shot, the days he needed kind words and encouragement. He called them grey days. He used to rub the inside of his mask when he was anxious, saying it had its own kind of magic in it.
Jackie knows heโ€™s no magicianโ€ฆ he barely understands how his powers work, let alone Marvinโ€™s. But, this mask was from when he was first bornโ€ฆ maybe-
He copies the gesture heโ€™s seen Marvin do a thousand times- and the runes on the mask glow a light blue.
Jackieโ€™s eyes snap back to his brother squirming in the shadowโ€™s grip.
The shadow laughs cruelly, increasing the pressure. The book it stole back hovers next to it in a purple glow, staying close to its side. โ€œ๐•€โ€™๐•ž ๐•˜๐• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•ฃ๐•š๐•• ๐• ๐•— ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•จ๐•–๐•’๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ค๐•ค ๐•„๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ง๐•š๐•Ÿ- ๐•“๐•ช ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฃ๐•š๐•• ๐• ๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ! ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•”๐•’๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค- ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•ค๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™! ๐”ธ๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•Ÿ๐•  ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐•’ ๐•จ๐•–๐•’๐•œ ๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•’๐•˜๐•š๐•”๐•š๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•๐•š๐•œ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ช๐•จ๐•’๐•ช๐•ค! ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐••๐• ๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ ๐•จ๐•™๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•–!โ€
Marvin chokes on a sob, his eyes threatening to get taken over by purple again. The shadow pushes into his face, grinning wolfishly as it whispers. โ€œ๐•‹๐•™๐•– ๐•—๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••๐• ๐•ž ๐••๐• ๐•–๐•ค๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆโ€ฆ ๐•๐•’๐•”๐•œ ๐••๐• ๐•–๐•ค๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆโ€ฆ! ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•“๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค ๐••๐• ๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ-!โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re wrong!โ€ Jackie shouts, using his power to send out a blast with his voice, monetarily throwing off the shadow as it loosens some of its grip on Marvin. Marvin looks back at Jackie with tears running down his face, looking lost.
โ€œYou say he doesnโ€™t know who he is? Well I know!โ€ Jackie says proudly, โ€œHeโ€™s a big cry baby! He cries at Disney movies! Heโ€™s spent so much of his life afraid and scared butโ€ฆ he has come out better- despite everything heโ€™s been through!โ€ Jackie looks and meets Marvinโ€™s eyes, pride beaming up within him as he smiles softly.``โ€ฆheโ€™s my baby brotherโ€ฆ and I love him.โ€
Marvin sniffles, his eyes filling with more tears as his lip quivers. The shadow seems to roll its eyes at Jackie,โ€œโ€ฆ๐••๐•š๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•ก๐•–๐•”๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•ก๐•–๐•–๐•”๐•™ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐••๐•  ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ช๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜, ๐• ๐•ฃ?โ€
The hero does seem to hesitate for a second- just enough to look back down at the mask heโ€™s holding. His eyes widen slightly as he sees red energy blooming on the white surface. He then grins and looks smugly back at the shadow.
โ€œYou know, for a copy of Marvin- you are forgetting a very powerful magic we all have!โ€
The shadow looks confused, raising an eyebrow as its eyes display a quiet bit of hunger.
The hero beams, bright as a sun as he shouts, โ€œThe power of PMA! Nothing can keep us all down- because we have each other! And I believe in Marvinโ€™s ability to kick your sorry shadow-y ass!โ€
The mask glows more, and Jackie looks to the other egos, sharing a look that says โ€˜follow my lead and trust me.โ€™ He holds up the mask, making sure to flash the energy growing on it. Slowly, they all smile and nod.
The copy bares its teeth in anger and shoots out magic towards the hero, a tendril of dark magic lashing outโ€ฆ and then spearing Jackie straight through the stomach.
โ€œNO!โ€ Marvin screams, trying to get out of the shadowโ€™s grasp better, clawing at its magic.
โ€œ๐•๐• ๐•ฆโ€™๐•ง๐•– ๐••๐•š๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•”๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™, ๐•๐•’๐•”๐•œ๐•š๐•–๐•“๐• ๐•ช. ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•๐•– ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฃ๐••๐•ค ๐•จ๐• ๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•’๐•ง๐•– ๐•™๐•š๐•ž- ๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•–๐•๐•—~!โ€ It laughs cruelly, squeezing Marvinโ€™s throat tighter.
Jackie halts his momentum using his feet to skid against the floor. He wheezes in pain and coughs up some blood, but he smiles. Even as dark veins start to crawl up where the magic hit. He looks up with blue glowing eyes as he smirks. โ€œYou wonโ€™t kill us- you need M-Marvin aliveโ€ฆ!โ€
โ€œ๐•‹๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•–- ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•€ ๐•”๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•œ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•œ๐•–๐•–๐•ก ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•จ๐•’๐•ช-!โ€ The shadow smirks knowingly, โ€œI๐•€ ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ ๐•™๐• ๐•จ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•—๐•š๐•˜๐•ž๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฃ๐•œ. ๐•„๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ง๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ๐•ค ๐•“๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ช๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•’๐•—๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ก๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•• ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ โ„™๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ž! ๐”ธ๐•ค ๐•๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ โ€˜๐•”๐• ๐•ฃ๐•–โ€™ ๐•š๐•ค ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•”๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•™๐•’๐•ง๐•– ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™ ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ, ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆโ€™๐•๐• ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•“๐•’๐•”๐•œ. ๐•Ž๐•–๐•๐•โ€ฆ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•ค- ๐•š๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•“๐•’๐•”๐•œ~โ€
The copy looks over to Chase and seems to smirk, making the father shiver, the scar on his temple aching.
โ€œW-What?!โ€ Henrik gasps out, looking at the shadow with wide eyes. โ€œWhat do you mean we can justโ€ฆ die? Die andโ€ฆ and reform??โ€
โ€œYeah what are we, Crystal gems?โ€ Chase mutters.
The shadow looks confused and throws back its head and laughs. โ€œ๐•†๐•™๐•™๐•™ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅโ€™๐•ค ๐•ฃ๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ! ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•๐• ๐•™๐•’๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•ค๐•–๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•’ ๐•—๐•š๐•˜๐•ž๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐•’๐••๐•–! โ„๐•’ ๐•™๐•’! ๐”ธ๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆโ€™๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•’ ๐••๐• ๐•”๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ฃ, ๐•Š๐•”๐•™๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•–๐•ก! ๐”ธ๐•๐•จ๐•’๐•ช๐•ค ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฃ๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ค๐•  ๐•™๐•’๐•ฃ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•œ๐•–๐•–๐•ก ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ž ๐•’๐•๐•š๐•ง๐•–โ€ฆ ๐•’๐•๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•’๐•ฃ๐•• ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฃ๐•œ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜!โ€
Henrik pales, a look of confusion and uncertainty crashing against his mind.
โ€œ๐”ฝ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•Ÿ๐•ชโ€ฆโ€ The shadow continues, โ€œ๐•€ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ ๐•„๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ง๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•• ๐•™๐•’๐•ง๐•– ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ช ๐•œ๐•–๐•ช ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•“๐•–๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜!โ€
Marvin clenches his eyes shut, โ€œIโ€ฆ I didnโ€™t like t-thinking about itโ€ฆ! I just- I did everything to make sure they never would!โ€ The magician admits through tears.
โ€œ๐•„๐•™๐•žโ€ฆ ๐•จ๐•–๐•๐•ก! โ„•๐• ๐•จ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•”๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•–๐•– ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•!โ€ The shadow explains with a showman-like flare, much like how Marvin would address his crowds.
It then clenches its fist and the tendril still in Jackie rips upwards, making the hero scream in pain and get lifted off his feet.
โ€œ๐”ธ๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•ž๐•’๐•˜๐•š๐•” ๐•จ๐•š๐•๐• ๐•ž๐•’๐•œ๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐••๐•š๐•– ๐•ข๐•ฆ๐•š๐•”๐•œ๐•๐•ช ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ก๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•—๐•ฆ๐•๐•๐•ช~! ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐• ๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ž ๐•ข๐•ฆ๐•š๐•”๐•œ ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ค๐•’๐•ง๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฅ๐•š๐•” ๐•“๐•’๐•“๐•ช ๐•“๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ!โ€ The dark copy giggles, eyes bright with madness.
Jackieโ€™s body ripples and for a second seems to flicker, like he could fade out of existence. But Jackie grits his teeth with determination. He shakes as he grips onto the tendril and Marvinโ€™s old mask. His vision blurs. He needs to act fastโ€ฆ
He pushes down the dread pooling in his stomach, his fear. He believes in Marvinโ€ฆ He throws the mask towards Chase, โ€œChase! Catch!โ€
Chase startles and fumbles to catch it but just manages to. He looks at it with wide eyes.
Jackie smiles and then slumps in the tendrils hold, breathing heavily and raggedly as branches of corruption eat up his skin. Then, the hero falls very very still.
The shadow whips to look at the mask flying in confusion. โ€œ๐•‹๐•™๐•– ๐•—๐•ฆ๐•”๐•œ ๐•š๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ?!โ€ Its eyes land on Chase then it thrusts out a hand to hover a tendril just against his neck. Ready to pierce it. It narrows its eyes as it growls. โ€œโ„‚๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฆ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•– ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆโ€™๐•๐• ๐••๐•š๐•– ๐•’๐•ค ๐•จ๐•–๐•๐•, ๐”น๐•ฃ๐• ๐••๐•ช.โ€
Chase looks terrified- but then he sees the brave body of Jackieโ€ฆ and similar determination flares in his eyes. He stands tall, gripping the mask as he shouts out. โ€œI-Iโ€™m not afraid to die!โ€ He then hesitates and adds on.
โ€œโ€ฆno actually Iโ€ฆ I am afraid of dying nowโ€ฆโ€ He laughs quietly with a distant look in his eyes. Funnyโ€ฆ. He never thought he could think something like that.
โ€œbecause Iโ€ฆ. I have something to live for again! Becauseโ€ฆ because ofโ€ฆ of my brothers.โ€
He looks to meet Marvinโ€™s eyes as the older brother looks at him with fear and concern. He tries to shake his head at him, encouraging him to stop this. But Chase just smiles.
โ€œโ€ฆand especially cuz of Marv. Heโ€ฆ he helps me to be a better dadโ€ฆ he cares for my kids, he helped me to find my confidence again. Heโ€ฆ he makes me want to keep trying, to keep living.โ€
A tear falls down the fatherโ€™s face but he laughs at the shadow as the mask starts to branch more with light, orange joining red. โ€œAnd nowโ€ฆ I know I can come back! Soโ€ฆ do your fucking worse, ya cheap knockoff! Iโ€™m not letting you take my big bro away from us!โ€
Marvin chokes on a sob, trying to reach out for Chase. Just as the shadow growls and whips the tendril to spear itself higher, through the side of Chaseโ€™s head. Chase doesnโ€™t even get a chance to scream- his body immediately falling limp and hanging grotesquely in the tendrilโ€™s hold, dangling like Jackieโ€™s. His head lolls lifelessly back, staring wide eyed and blankly at the ceiling. The magic eats away at him like rot.
The mask slips from Chaseโ€™s fingers and falls to the ground dully. Schneep hesitates, looking beyond terrified. But he sees a flick of black magic and he quickly crashes to the ground to swipe it before the shadow can grab it. The copy screams in frustration, acting already in anger and spearing into Henrik like the others, straight into his chest.
โ€œNO NO STOP IT!!โ€ Marvin screams, thrashing in the shadowโ€™s grip. โ€œI-Iโ€™m not worth this! STOP!โ€
Then, Henrik seems to laugh as he coughs up what looks like black sludge. He stubbornly has managed to hold onto the mask, even as his hand shakes. He claws to grip at the magic better, trying to stay awake. The magic burns, making it hard to think. He looks scared as he gazes back at Marvin but he also smiles warmly, despite the dark veins crawling scarily fast across his skin.
โ€œShut up, Marvinโ€ฆ e-even if you and I have not gotten along beforeโ€ฆ even if I do not get your magic and you do not get my scienceโ€ฆ! You areโ€ฆ so passionate and determined andโ€ฆโ€
He shuts his eyes as the words struggle to come, a wave of pain rushing over him. But he then opens tearful eyes to meet Marvinโ€™s as he chuckles quietly. โ€œIโ€ฆ I want to share thatโ€ฆ I want to study and learn with youโ€ฆ! I want to understand my big brother better!โ€ His eyes flare with determination as he grips tighter onto the mask, greenish white light joining the red and orange. โ€œSoโ€ฆ y-you must live, Marvinโ€ฆ! You have to win!โ€
For some reason, whenever the Septics start to talk to Marvin, the shadow also seems to freeze, held in whatever power this is. Much to its anger. The second Henrik stops, it rips another tendril messily through his neck and throws him down, growling darkly. โ€œ๐•Š๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ก ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ค๐•– ๐•š๐••๐•š๐• ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•” ๐•ค๐•ก๐•–๐•–๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•ค! ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•– ๐••๐• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜!โ€ But it almost soundedโ€ฆ afraid, under all that anger.
The mask flies out of Henrikโ€™s limp hand as he crumbles to the ground, blood pooling around him as he struggles to take in any full breaths, faint gurgling bubbling from his throat. Thenโ€ฆ his gaze turns cloudy and unseeing, his chest no longer rising.
The mask spins and then manages to hit Jamesonโ€™s foot, the youngest septic looking at his defeated brothers in horror.
The shadow sees this and then throws its head back to laugh. โ€œ๐•Ž๐•–๐•๐• ๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•๐•–๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ค ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–! ๐•‹๐•™๐•– ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•–๐•๐•–๐•ค๐•ค ๐•—๐•ฆ๐•”๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ž๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•– ๐•”๐•’๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•’๐•ช ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ช ๐•—๐•๐• ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ช ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฃ๐••๐•ค ๐• ๐•— ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•”๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•˜๐•–๐•ž๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ ๐•”๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•–?โ€
A tendril comes out and wraps around Marvinโ€™s teary eyes, blocking off his view. Marvin whimpers and shakes, muttering out apologizesโ€ฆ to Jamie, to the others.
Jamesonโ€™s eyes glow teal with anger at the shadowโ€™s taunts. He picks up the mask and stands tall, despite his fatigue. If this was to be his last stand, heโ€™d give it everything heโ€™s got.
Thereโ€™s an almost painful spear of foreign magic in Marvinโ€™s head- that gets echoed in the shadowโ€™s as it shouts out in pain. Jamesonโ€™s voice is clear in their heads- just like when he broke through to Marvin during the livestream.
โ€œMarvin, you are brave and you are strongโ€ฆ even though you have felt so lost for so long- you never stopped trying. Despite our lack of direction from Jackโ€ฆ you havenโ€™t stopped trying to write your own story.
No one else knows how sad our stories will be. I donโ€™t want this to become another tragedy! So, letโ€™s rewrite this dark tale, and become more than we were forced to be, Marvin! We are by your sideโ€ฆ and always will be.
You have not, and will never be, alone.โ€
Marvin sobs loudly, a mix of being overwhelmingly touched and heart-broken. Because he knows now whatโ€™ll happen next. โ€œNoโ€ฆ p-pleaseโ€ฆ!โ€
Teal light joins the other colors, creating an intricate beautiful pattern across the white mask, imitating celtic knots. Jamesonโ€™s eyes widened and he smiled wide, ready to try to throw it to Marvin.
As soon as he lifted up his hand, the tendril came and speared through Jamesonโ€™s heart. He choked and the mask fell, clattering to the floor. The black magic made quick work of the tiny ego, the darkness rushing to consume him before he could even take another ragged breath. Then, the gentleman fell, limp like a puppet without its strings. The shadow made sure Marvin could see it all happen, dropping the tendril that blinded him.
Marvin felt frozen, his breath stolen as he takes in the destroyed bodies of his brothers, some of them looking like they were starting to disappear. But, instead of hopelessnessโ€ฆ righteous fury burned hot in his chest, spreading throughout his whole body. He could hardly hear the shadow as it tried to taunt him, break him down even more. His brothersโ€™ voices rang louder and truer in his head now, strong and solid against the whispered corruption.
Summoning any magic he could possibly have left, Marvin shot out a hand and in a quick burst of telekinesis, grabbed the glowing mask. It flew by too fast for the copy to stop and Marvin caught it expertly in his outstretched hand.
A burst of light rocketed out of him as he caught it, blasting the shadow apart. But only for a moment as it reformed a few meters back. Any tendrils still stuck in the boys burst into shards, dropping their bodies into still heaps. It growled angrily and glared at the forming sun spot that was his host. โ€œ๐•Ž๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•™๐•–๐•๐•?!โ€
Marvin slowly looked at his body as it glowed brightly and then at the mask. He followed his usual gesture against the back and smiled, feeling that positive energy fueling him even more. When he looked up at the shadow, he looked confident, as the light that danced on the mask's surface marbled in his eyes alongside his strong green-blue magic.
Then, two fiery wings of light unfurled from his back, power radiating from him likeโ€ฆ
Like a Phoenix.
But his wings, shimmering brightly with light, arenโ€™t the color youโ€™d normally associate with the mythical bird. No, they burn with flickers of green and blue fire.
The shadow for a second actually seems scared, scrambling back. He tried to redirect his magic to find the book- maybe he can get another boost to combat this-! But, his magic doesnโ€™t respond.
Because the book is stuck floating in a teal bubble of magic. Jamesonโ€™s last stand.
The dark copy screams in rage, purple electricity radiating off him in dangerous arcs.
But, Marvin steps forward, anger burning in his eyes. Light branches from his footsteps as he walks, covering up parts of the room that was charred by corruption. And white glowing tears are falling down his face, despite his furious expression.
The tears seem to float in the air after him, some lingering like stardust, some hovering then darting to sink into the bodies of the fallen septics. Their wounds fill with light, then start to close. They start to become solid again. They start to breathe.
โ€œAll this timeโ€ฆ you tried to make me feel like I was alone.โ€ Marvin spoke quietly, but his voice echoed almost ethereally. โ€œThat no one cared for me, that my creator had abandoned me, that I was doomed to keep running foreverโ€ฆ
You made me think I was forging my own path! That I was rewriting my storyโ€ฆ but no- I just fell into more fucking puppet strings! From one puppet master to anotherโ€ฆโ€
He grips the mask at his side and grits his teeth. โ€œYou made me forget that I had my family! That I had people who could help me! Because you know deep downโ€ฆ thatโ€™s a magic that you canโ€™t possibly control.โ€
The shadow trembles back, โ€œ๐•‹-๐•‹๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•š๐•ค ๐•’๐•๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•–๐•๐•–๐•ค๐•ค! ๐•‹๐•™๐•–๐•ค๐•– ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•›๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ- ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•ž๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•–๐•ž๐• ๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ค- ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•”๐•™๐•ž๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ค! ๐•‹๐•™๐•–๐•ช ๐•ž๐•–๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜-!โ€
โ€œThey mean everything!โ€ Marvin yells, wings flaring out. โ€œI would still be lost and scared, convinced I was a killer until Jackie found me! Convinced I could never be enoughโ€ฆ for Jack, for myselfโ€ฆ forโ€ฆ anyone. Until they all took me inโ€ฆ and showed me what love actually feels like.
Though I guessโ€ฆ you canโ€™t feel that can you?โ€ He sneers down at the trembling mass of darkness.
The shadow glares at Marvin and then chuckles darkly. โ€œ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•”๐•’๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•œ๐•š๐•๐• ๐•ž๐•–, ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ. ๐•€โ€™๐•ž ๐•’ ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ- ๐•€โ€™๐•ž ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐• ๐•ฆ๐•. ๐•Ž๐•™๐•–๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•’๐••๐•ž๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ.โ€
Marvinโ€™s expression softens slightly, almost turning empathetic. โ€œโ€ฆyou said you were my darkness, right? โ€ฆas much as I want to deny you- to forget you existโ€ฆ I canโ€™t. Youโ€™re right, youโ€™re a part of me.โ€
He glances down at the floor, catching a glimpse of the mirror. An idea sparked in his head.
The Phoenix ego glared at the shadow as he adjusted the glowing mask to sit on his face. The flames on his wings glowed with his brothersโ€™ colors.
โ€œBut that part of meโ€ฆ isnโ€™t who I want to be anymore. Iโ€ฆ I donโ€™t want to rely on anger and despair anymore! And Iโ€™m sick of things like you trying to tell me who I am!โ€
Without even flicking his hand, the mirror flew up into his palm where he gripped it right.
He stepped forward again and the shadow trembled back.
โ€œIโ€™m sick of Jack, sick of the fandom, sick of fucking puppet masters trying to make me something Iโ€™m not! Iโ€™m going to figure that out on my ownโ€ฆ from the ashes of all the shit youโ€™ve put me through!โ€
โ€œ๐•„-๐•„๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ง๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•”โ€™๐•ž๐• ๐•Ÿ!โ€ The shadow tries to plead, nervously smiling. โ€œ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐• ๐• ๐•• ๐•จ๐•™๐•ช ๐•€ ๐••๐•š๐•• ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•– ๐••๐•š๐••! ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•”๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐••๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•’๐•ง๐•– ๐••๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ช ๐• ๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ-โ€œ
โ€œI never needed you! I never wanted you! All this time! No one has given a fucking damn about what I want! How I wanted to do things! Who I want to be!โ€
His eyes filled completely with rainbow light as he stood proud and tall, the mirror vibrating with power at his side.
โ€œIโ€™m fucking Marvin the Magnificent! Iโ€™m my own fucking person- and you-!โ€
He holds out the mirror, showing the dark copy his own terrified reflection.
โ€œYou are nothing more than a reflection of something I will never be!โ€
He channeled magic into the mirror and it shot off a beam of hot burning light. The shadow shouted out and turned into a wisp to dodge before reforming shakily.
Marvin shouts in rage and blasts out bright magic fire at the creature. It hisses and screeches in pain as the magic singes it, carving holes in its form like acid burning through wood.
The shadow seems weaker, focusing on the searing pain in its body. It doesnโ€™t see the flaming form barrel into it and slam it into the floor. Marvin growls as he pushes the mirror against the shadow. They struggle- parts of the shadowโ€™s body being pulled towards the mirror.
Then, with a feral scream and a burst of magic, a ring of white overtaking a weak purple ring- the two figures are blasted apart.
The mirror drops with a tinny ring as it hits the ground. A black shadowy figure pounds against the glass inside- but no one can hear its screams.
The septics all start to rise, blinking out in confusion to the lingering magic in the air, floating and falling like ethereal fireflies.
Chase panics and touches where his wounds were then sighs in relief, slumping to the floor in an almost comical way.
Jameson pushes himself up, expecting to still feel weak but- he feelsโ€ฆ fine? Great, even! He looks to see if that damned book was still trapped- and then gasps at seeing it on the ground as bright magic fire lapped at its contents.
Henrik is looking down at his body in marveled awe, shakily touching a hand to the faint scars around his neck.
Jackie recovers and shakes out his confusion, gripping over his chest as he confirms heโ€™s okay. Only to pale as he sees the other side of the room.
โ€œMarvin!โ€
The final blast had shot Marvin back. His body left skid marks on the floor- the path of his wings marked on the ground. The only evidence they were ever there. The light on his white mask pulses softly then fades altogether.
But the passed out magician looksโ€ฆ peaceful. Despite his still beaten and black-magic-scarred body. Next to his limp hand- by some miracleโ€ฆ is Jackโ€™s doll.
โ€”โ€”โ€”
Marvin opens his eyes to see heโ€™sโ€ฆ not in the waking world. Thatโ€™s really the only way to describe this feeling. It felt likeโ€ฆ something in the mind, like when youโ€™re concentrating on a thought and trying to visualize it. He seemed to be floating in a void of constantly shifting colors. But one color was more consistent than the others- veining, pulsing cracks of purple. Marvin winced at the sight.
โ€œโ€ฆalright- love how things just keep getting weirder-โ€œ The magician mumbles to himself.
Then, Marvinโ€™s ears twitched a bit as he sensed another presence near him. He blinked, then turned to look behind him.
And sawโ€ฆ Jack. Smiling warmly at him. The creator waved.
โ€œโ€ฆ Hi, Marvin.โ€
Marvin didnโ€™t know why tears were almost immediately in his eyes. Why he surged forward, why he wrapped his arms around the other brunette, why he dug his face in his shoulder, clutched at the back of his shirt and started crying like a baby.
โ€œJ-Jackโ€ฆ! Jack I- I-Iโ€ฆ!โ€ He choked on a sob and gasped desperate breaths before breaking down, howling. โ€œIโ€™m so sorry! Iโ€™m sorry- Iโ€™m so fucking sorry!!!โ€
โ€œHeyโ€ฆโ€ The creatorโ€™s voice is gentle. โ€œItโ€™s okayโ€ฆ itโ€™s all gonna be okayโ€ฆ.โ€
Marvin shifts to hide his face more, biting out, โ€œBut Iโ€ฆ! I helped to put you in a fucking comaโ€ฆ.! I hurt you- I tried to hurt the othersโ€ฆ! Iโ€ฆ!โ€
He then pushes himself away from the youtuber and goes to hold his arms against him, trembling. He looks down at his scarred hands and then clenches them with a choked whimper. He meets Jackโ€™s eyes and shakes his head slowly.
โ€œJack Iโ€ฆ Iโ€™m dangerousโ€ฆโ€
Jack tilts his head. โ€œSo is Anti. And Jackie- and hell any of the others could be too. Have you seen Jameson with a knife? Kid could be fucking brutal.โ€
Marvin shakes his head more, insisting. โ€œJack, I almost killed you! Iโ€ฆ Iโ€™m too unstable I- Iโ€™m not sure ifโ€ฆโ€ He looks down and then clenches his arm, biting back more tears.
โ€œโ€ฆ Iโ€™m not getting rid of you, Marvin.โ€ Jack quietly reassured. โ€œ โ€˜fraid youโ€™re stuck with all of us.โ€ He tries to laugh, desperately trying to lighten the mood.
It doesnโ€™t work on Marvin. He canโ€™t look back at Jack as he mutters. โ€œโ€ฆyou never meant to make meโ€ฆ all Iโ€™ve done is caused problemsโ€ฆโ€
โ€œThatโ€™s not true,โ€ Jack presses, trying to bridge the gap between them. โ€œTo be honestโ€ฆ a lot of you I didnโ€™t mean to make! It justโ€ฆ happened.โ€ He then smiles brightly, looking like the sun. Guess thatโ€™s where Jackie gets it from. โ€œButโ€ฆ. Believe me, I wouldnโ€™t change any of that. Iโ€™m glad I made you all. And I love you, just as much as I love the others.โ€
Marvin hesitates then looks back up to catch Jackโ€™s smile. Itโ€™sโ€ฆ infectious, and Marvin canโ€™t help but try to smile weakly back.
But it very quickly falls as Marvin mutters.
โ€œโ€ฆI didnโ€™t want to hurt anyone.โ€
โ€œI know you didnโ€™t, Marvin.โ€
โ€œI didnโ€™t want to drag the others into thisโ€ฆ! I justโ€ฆ I wanted them to be safe-โ€œ
โ€œโ€ฆI know.โ€ For a second, Jack seemed to lookโ€ฆ almost guilty. Like that was his fault.
Marvin shuts his eyes then cries out, โ€œthen why!? If you know this about me- why did any of this happen? Shouldnโ€™t you have been able to stop it? Rewrite things?? Why did Anti target me? Why did this magic consume me? Why am I so easily changeable?โ€
For once, Jack is quiet. He seems to be thinking of how to respond as Marvin pants to catch his breath.
Finally, Jack speaks up.
โ€œโ€ฆbecause Iโ€™m not like Anti. Or the people who hurt you. I donโ€™t want to control youโ€ฆ I want you to still figure out who you are, without needing me.โ€
Marvinโ€™s eyes widened. Jack met his with steely determination.
โ€œโ€ฆ me and Anti. We are connected- but we are not the same. Two sides of the same coinโ€ฆ but that means- Iโ€™m not a puppet master, like he is.
And this isnโ€™t all meโ€ฆ sometimes the fans are just- curious. Butโ€ฆ that doesnโ€™t mean you canโ€™t make your own choices. Before all thisโ€ฆ you kept letting others decide for you. And even if itโ€™s true that I didnโ€™t put much thought in you at firstโ€ฆ you have so much potential, Marvin. And I canโ€™t wait to see where your story takes you. Eventually, I might have a hand in it againโ€ฆ but until then, it seems like you have a lot you gotta learn about yourself, Phoenix guy.โ€ Jack smirked.
โ€œBut- when the story does continue- believe me, itโ€™s gonna be one hell of a collab!โ€
Marvin slowly started to smile, finally feeling warmth bloom back in his chest.
He sighs and then looks at the purple magic around them. He looks down in his hand- and seems to find that doll again. He looks back up to Jack with glowing eyes, smiling with determination.
โ€œYou know what? โ€ฆ I think I actually like the sound of that. Letโ€™s get you the hell out of here!โ€
Marvin then closed his eyes and curled both his hands around the doll. His body started to glow with blue-green magic, white stardust shimmering inside it as well. That same light started to bloom on the purple veins, eating up the magic and making it disappear.
Jack laughed in disbelief as he watched. The egos would always amaze him in ways he never even expectedโ€ฆ
For a second- everything seems alright- it seems like Jack could actually wake up as all the purple fades completely.
But then, Marvin shouts out and curls up in pain, gripping at either side of his head.
Jack lashed out, trying to reach him. โ€œMarvin! Whatโ€™s wrong?โ€
Marvin looked back up to Jack with glowing green eyes, his sclera black, just as the void around them turned dark and started to glitch.
Familiar terrifying laughter echoed around the space as the veins Marvin just destroyed bloomed back, but this time pulsing with sickly green light.
โ€œF-Fucking ANTI!!โ€ Marvin screamed, digging fingers into his scalp. He meets Jackโ€™s eyes with desperation, โ€œIโ€ฆ I undid my spell! But it seems like he- he took it overโ€ฆ!โ€
But, Jack doesnโ€™t seem surprised by this. He smiles sadly.
โ€œYeahโ€ฆ I guess that figures.โ€
Marvin shouts as his body starts to glitch and then flickers in and out like he could disappear.
He reaches a hand back out towards Jack, sobbing out. Something is pulling him back from reaching him, even as he fights desperately to get back to him. โ€œJack! Iโ€ฆ I promise! Weโ€™ll find a way to save youโ€ฆ!โ€
Jack smiles a bit more and nods.
โ€œโ€ฆI know you will.โ€ His voice echoed, a slight finality in it that left Marvinโ€™s chest aching.
Then, the space floods with darkness, growing like ink overtaking water as glitching laughter continues to echo in their ears. Swallowing the light completely.
โ€”โ€”
Marvinโ€™s eyelids fluttered. He groaned lightly and then blearily looked out. He saw four very concerned faces leaning over him. But the sight of them filled his whole body with relief.
The magician sunk more against Jackie, who had him propped up on his knee. โ€œYโ€ฆyou guys are s..safeโ€ฆโ€ he quietly slurred.
Jackie smiled. โ€œYeahโ€ฆ all thanks to you, baby bro.โ€
โ€œDude! That must have been one hell of a fight!โ€ Chase exclaimed excitedly, his eyes practically sparkling. โ€œThe marks on the floor made it look like you had like- fucking wings or something!โ€
Marvin chuckled weakly. โ€œI uhโ€ฆ I did, actually.โ€
โ€œNo fucking way??!!โ€
The others laughed at Chaseโ€™s reaction.
โ€œโ€ฆyou must be very tired, Bruderherz,โ€ Schneep commented gently. โ€œWe should probably get you checked at the hospitalโ€ฆโ€
Jameson nodded and added in sign, โ€œyes! Magic exhaustion is no joke!โ€
Marvin nodded absentmindedly, turning his head to look towards the other side of the room. Where Jack lay sleeping.
The room fell quiet for a couple painful beats.
โ€œโ€ฆdo you think Jack will wake upโ€ฆ? Now that all of this is over?โ€ Chase asked quietly.
Marvin closed his eyes with a grimace and then slowly shook his head. โ€œNoโ€ฆ Iโ€ฆ I had a vision. Anti found a way to keep him asleepโ€ฆโ€
The sadness that bloomed in the air was thick enough to feel as it weighed down on the 5 boys.
But, Marvin shuffled to weakly sit up better and then held out a hand. His eyes glowed with passion and a bit of magic. โ€œButโ€ฆ I know we can all find some way to wake himโ€ฆ together.โ€
Jackieโ€™s eyes shined as he grinned and clasped Marvinโ€™s hand with his own. โ€œHell yeah!โ€
Chase was quick to join his hand with theirs. Henrik rolled his eyes with a smile but soon joined as well. Jameson bounced slightly before placing his hand on top.
Marvin smiled. As long as they stuck togetherโ€ฆ they could take on anything.
The clasping of hands soon turned itself into a dog pile on top of Marvin, multiple pairs of arms hugging him softly where they could reach. Marvin tried to hold back tears but then slowly and quietly broke down, letting himself be weak. He didnโ€™t feel scared anymore, he felt nothing but bone aching relief. He was with his family againโ€ฆ that was all that mattered.
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