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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 wasnโt 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 wasnโt 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. โHey!โ he shouted, sitting up. โWhat the hell are you doing?!โ
The strangers didnโt 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 werenโt 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?!
โI asked you what the hell you were doing!โ Chase snapped. He climbed to his feetโor tried to, at least. He felt... weirdly floaty. His arms and legs werenโt responding like they should. But he pushed through that and got up. โThis is my house and I didnโt fucking let you in! Get out before I call the cops!โ
They werenโt 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 didnโt actually remember... a lot of last night. He didnโt drink that much, did he?
Whatever. His phone wasnโt 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... wasnโt 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 didnโt have a shadow.
โWh-what?โ He breathed, a disbelieving laugh tracing the word. This couldnโt 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 doorsโan 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. โWell if thereโs no sign of a break-in, itโs pretty clear what it was, donโt you think?โ one of them was saying.
Another one sighed. โYeah. But itโs just... you want it to be anything else, donโt you?โ
โWhatโs going on?โ Chase asked. โWh-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. โWhat... whatโs happening?โ he whispered. He looked up at the strangers. They must have been more police officersโor detectives, maybe, since they werenโt in uniform. The two were carrying on with their conversation. The third was standing up and heading down the hallway. Completely unbothered. Like they... hadnโt seen or heard him at all...ย
The cold feeling deepened.
โI-I... I-if you arenโt going to answer me, thenโthen I-Iโm 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 wasnโt breathing.
He didnโt have a shadow.
People couldnโt 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 doorโand 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 wasnโt 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 couldnโt 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.
โOh god...โ Chase whispered. He backed up again. โF-fuck.โ His chest was rising and falling quickly, but it was just a habit, he didnโt feel the air, he didnโt feel the breathโHe ran his hand through his hair. He could feel that fine! And... he could feel something on the side of his head. Something he didnโt 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 didnโt hurt anymore, butโfuck, 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 couldnโt 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 himโwhich he was, as his eyes darted to follow Chaseโs 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 strangerโs 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 jacketโs lapel. โSPDโ... That probably stood for Scuabyrg Police DepartmentโScuabyrg being the city that Chase lived in, the city they were in right now. What did โFIโ stand for, though?
โWell, uh... hey,โ the stranger said.
โCan you see me?โ Chase blurted out.
The stranger laughed. โYeah, I can. And hear you, too.โ He smiled a bit. โIโm Jack McLoughlin. I work for Forensic Investigation. Weโre the people who investigate crime scenes.โ
Ah, so thatโs what โFIโ stood for. โSo... why are you... Wh-why can you see me?โ Chase whispered. โWhen Iโm... A-am I... Am I... dead?โ
Jackโs smile fell and he became serious again. โI... want to be sensitive about this. But... yeah. You are.โ
Chase didnโt say anything. He stared at Jack blankly.
โTake a moment to process it,โ Jack said gently. โItโs... obviously itโs a lot. Youโre probably overwhelmed. Thatโs okay.โ
โI-I donโt... understand,โ Chase whispered. โWhat happened to me?โ
โ...do you want me to be blunt and tell you?โ Jack asked.
โYeah.โ
โBrace yourself, okay?โ Jack paused for a moment. โYou got shot in the head.โ
โI figured that out,โ Chase dismissed. He tapped the side of his head. โI felt the spot. Butโwhy?!โ
โUh... well, from what Iโve overheard, they think...โ Jack coughed awkwardly.
โSomeone killed me?โ
โNo, uh, not someone... else.โ
Chase stared. He felt a sinking feeling in his stomachโor... the spot where his stomach would be, if he had a body. โThey think that... it was self-inflicted?โ
โWell, uh... if youโre so surprised, theyโre probably wrong,โ Jack said slowly.
โY-yeah of course I am! I mean, Iโm notโI wouldnโt say I neverโBut not while myโholy shit my family!โ Chase gasped. โTheyโre going toโoh my god, IโDeclanโs going toโStacyโโ
โPlease try to calm down.โ Jackโs voice was steady. โFocus on the world around you. You are here. This is real.โ
Chase took a few more deep โbreaths.โ Even though it didnโt do anything, the motion was comforting. โIโI didnโt wantโI mean, does anyone really wantโโ
โWeโre going to take this slowly,โ Jack continued. โOne thing at a time. This is a massive change, but it will be okay.โ
โOkay?! Iโm dead!โ
โBut youโre 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. โOkay,โ he whispered. โOkay.โ He nodded, then gave Jack another look. โSo... You see dead people?โ
Jack cracked a smile. โYeah. I have a gift for it. A sixth sense, ESP, whatever you want to call it. Been that way all my life, so Iโm used to it. I know a lot about ghosts and all that.โ
โOkay... so... ghosts are real,โ Chase stated. โPeople... really do become ghosts when they die.โ
โOh, not everyone,โ Jack said. โIt depends.โ
โOn what?โ
โIf 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. Itโs 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. โSo... Do you know what your business is? Itโs okay if you donโt. Not all ghosts do.โ
โI...โ Chase paused. โI... donโt know. I... Maybe itโs my family.โ
โThat would make sense,โ Jack said slowly. โWhatโs your family like?โ
โI-I have a wife, Stacyโwell, um, technically sheโs my ex-wife. We... finalized our divorce recently.โ Chase winced just remembering it. โBut, um, we donโt hate each other! We just... thought it was better this way. I-it was mostly her idea. And I guess I donโt 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-heโs ten.โ He smiled slightly. โMy little ball of sunshine.โ The smile faded. โI would never... I-I wouldnโt leave him. Never.โ
Jack nodded sympathetically. โI believe you. I guess... I guess that things arenโt what they look like in there. Someone mustโve framed it as a suicide.โ
โBut who the fuck would want to kill me?โ Chase asked. โIโm a nobody! Iโm a wannabe streamer, thereโs no reason to sneak into my house and murder me!โ
โIโm sorry, I donโt know.โ Jack shook his head. โUm... whatโs your name, by the way? I shouldโve asked you earlier.โ
Chase laughed. โOh, I didnโt even realize you hadnโt asked. Iโm Chase. Chase Brody. Sometimes called BroAverage online, but thereโs only a handful of people whoโd know me as that, I bet.โ
โWell, itโs nice to meet you, Chase.โ Jack smiled. โIโd like to help you get used to all this.โ
โGet used to being a ghost?โ Chase repeated doubtfully.
โPeople can get used to anything,โ Jack said. โBut itโs not just that. Now that youโre a ghost... well, you might want to know that thereโs more to the world than you think.โ
Chase blinked in surpriseโrealizing that, like breathing, the motion was no longer instinctual. โWhat do you mean?โ
โThere are... more creatures in the world than youโd expect,โ Jack said slowly. โCreatures of the night, theyโre sometimes called. The shadow world.โ
โYou mean like... what?โ
โAgain, do you want me to be blunt?โ
โMight as well.โ
Jack shrugged. โLike witches and vampires and werewolves and zombies andโโ
โWHAT?!โ Chase shouted.
โYou told me to be blunt,โ Jack pointed out.
โFucking vampires and werewolves exist?!โ If Chase hadnโt woken up as a ghost, he wouldnโt have believed it.
โYeah.โ Jack glanced to the side. โBut, uh, unfortunately, Iโm 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
โUh... okay.โ The news about other supernatural creatures still hadnโt fully sunken in, so might as well move on.
โYouโre still a, uh, โnewโ ghost,โ Jack said delicately. โSo you wonโt be able to go much farther than the spot you died. But you seem pretty aware, so youโll probably get stronger real quick.โ
โCan I... talk to people?โ Chase asked. โOther than you, I mean. Like, you always hear about ghostly voices on those ghost hunter shows.โ
Jack chuckled. โGhost hunter shows arenโt 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
โConcentrate?โ
โItโs all about intention. You usually donโt 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 youโre talking youโre already kind of intending to be heard. So just do that, but more so. Manifesting and touching things are a bit more difficult.โ
โOkay...โ Chase said slowly. โI think Iโm following.โ
โHere, 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. โHold out your hand.โ
Chase did so. Jack put his left hand under hisโChase realized he could see it through his own handโand then used his right hand to drop the glass sphere towards Chaseโs hand. It passed right through and landed in Jackโs hand instead. โUh...โ
โYou gotta concentrate on catching the ball,โ Jack said. โYouโre just expecting to be able to stop it. Thatโs 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 Jackโs hand beneath his. Jack grinned. โHey, first try! Thatโs very good, not all ghosts can pass in the first ten tries.โ
โH-ha. Thanks.โ Chase smiled softly.
โHey McLoughlin!โ a voice shouted. โWhatโre you doing? Weโre heading out!โ
Jack winced. He looked at Chase apologetically. โGuess I gotta run. Iโll try to stop by as soon as I can. Sometime tomorrow, if possible, or the day after.โ
โOh. Yeah no, uh, go ahead.โ Chase nodded.
โSee you around, Chase,โ Jack said, then turned and left.
โSee 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 wasnโt really his favorite cap. The same way these werenโt really his clothes, and this wasnโt really his body. What if the cap disappeared when he took it off? He didnโt want to lose it. After all... this was all he really had now, wasnโt 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. โโNo yeah Iโll be back before midnight, I promise,โ he said.
โYou better,โ said a female voice on the other end. โYou stay out way too late, Jackie. Your sleep schedule canโt handle it!โ
โMy sleep schedule?!โ Jackie laughed. โLily, cโmon. Do any of us have consistent sleep schedules? Itโs kind of part of the whole thing, isnโt it?โ
โWeโre going to set a good example for Bryson,โ Lily said firmly.
โThe new guy?โ
โYep. You remember how it can be an adjustment. The least we can do is provide a solid foundation!โ
โYou sound like a youth leader,โ Jackie commented.
โI might as well be a youth leader with all of you acting like children sometimes!โ Lily said. โDo youth leaders even still exist? I havenโt seen any, like, youth hangout centers in years.โ
โWho knows?โ Jackie shrugged. โAnyway, yeah, Iโll be back by midnight. Schneepโs responsible, heโll 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 โThe 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. โIโm here. Donโt want to keep him waiting.โ
โSee you later, Jackie,โ Lily said.
โSee you.โ
The door to the Harvest Moon was plain, and there was no sign to say that the business was open. But there didnโt 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. โHeeeere we are,โ Jackie said to himself, pushing the door open. A chiming sound rang outโnot 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 hadnโt 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 Jackieโs own age, each nursing a fruity cocktail. One had the scent of ash and burning, while the other had a familiar sort of muskโthough he knew she wasnโt 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. โHey, Schneep. Sorry Iโm late.โ
The man turned to look at him. โI 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 itโjust enough to notice. He wore a long black coat over a pale brown sweater and darker brown dress pants. โDo 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.
โYeahhh, sorry,โ Jackie hissed. โI had a last-minute delivery I had to do. Who orders food at eight oโclock at night?โ
โA lot of people I know,โ Schneep muttered. โAnd not all of them walk in the shadows. Some of them are just night people. Did you get it there in time?โ
โUhhh... yeah?โ
โWhy is there a question mark at the end of that answer?โ
โI mean, I got it there,โ Jackie said. โBut I thought it wouldโve 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
โHmm.โ Schneep reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, opening up an app. โThat 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. โLily 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. โWelcome back again, you two,โ she said. โThe usual?โ
โTo start with, yeah,โ Jackie said. โThanks, Dolores.โ
โYes, 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. Jackieโs was a lowball glass filled with a purple-blue drink, and Schneepโs was a martini glass with a red liquid inside. โEnjoy. Are we going all night or do you have work, doc?โ
Schneep shook his head. โIt is my night off.โ
โI, uh, need to be back home by midnight,โ Jackie mumbled. โI promised Lily. She wants everyone to start having consistent sleep schedules.โ
Schneep raised an eyebrow. โIsnโt it hard to get a consistent schedule with the moon situation?โ
โThatโs what I said!โ Jackie took a drink from his glass. โBut we have this new guy, Bryson. She wants us to be good examples for him.โ
Dolores chuckled, leaning on the bar. โNew guy? You make it sound like itโs a job.โ
โWell I mean... it takes up as much time as a job does,โ Jackie said slowly. โTechnically?โ
โIt does not,โ Schneep muttered.
Jackie nudged him.
โDo not be like that!โ Schneep said. โIt 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. โWell, ah... how is your new guy adjusting?โ
โBetter than most people do, to be honest,โ Jackie said. โHe says he had trouble making friends before so heโs grateful that weโre all being so friendly. His only complaint is that heโs not sure how to explain it to his mom.โ
Schneep chuckled. โWell, that is a relatively small problem to have in the scheme of things.โ Another drink. โHe is lucky to have found your pack. You are good people.โ
โDaww, really?โ Jackie grinned.
โReally.โ Schneep nodded. โSometimes I wish we had packs, too.โ
โDude, nothingโs stopping you guys from forming one. Theyโre not special to wolves. Any group of close people is a pack. But itโs just not called that, itโs called a friend group or something. But if you want a cool name, you could call it a... uh...โ Jackie hesitated. โWhatโs 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 โMedium 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. โOh? Something happen?โ He looked down at his own phone, having also received the same message in the same group chat. โAh, I see. Jackie, you should not be so unkind to Marvin.โ
โIโm not unkind to him,โ Jackie growledโactually growled, a rumble deep in his throat. โI consider him a friend. I just... donโt 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 witchesโthere were all sorts of sources for magic, and all of them smelled different to Jackieโs keen senses. He liked Marvin. He really did. But heโd 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.
โMm-hmm. If you consider him a friend, you should trust that he knows what heโs doing,โ Schneep said, narrowing his eyes.
โI do! I trust him. I donโt trust that magic.โ Jackie sighed. โI just... hope everything is... okay with it.โ He shook his head. โAnyway.โ He sent a reply text to the chat. Sorry Jack. You know i dont drive.
Schneep also texted a reply. Didnโt 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 donโt drive. So I am no help. Look it up on your GPS.
Jackie chuckled. โHow old are you? In all those ages, you havenโt learned to drive?โ
โI am only forty-five!โ Schneep snapped. โDonโt say I am an old man!โ Despite claiming that was his age, he didnโt look much older than Jackie, who was thirty.
โThatโs plenty of time to learn to drive.โ
โSo is thirty years!โ
โHey, Iโve gotten along enough with a bus pass,โ Jackie said.
Dolores raised an eyebrow. โMight be easier to deliver food to people if you had a car, yโknow.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. โIt is probably a ghost, yes?โ Schneep asked.
โYeah, probably.โ Jackie closed out of the texts and went back to his browser. A minute passed in silence. โOh 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 didnโt 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.
โNo no no, IIIโm good tโwalk, I can do it on mโown!โ Jackie said, leaning heavily on Schneep.ย
โAlright. 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. โI think... I was wrong.โ
Schneep grinned. โAt least youโre sober enough to be aware of it.โ
Jackie snorted and rolled his eyes. โYou anโ yourrrr... vamp tolerance. Why donโ you guys get... get it easily? Yโknow.โ
โIt canโt pass the blood barrier,โ Schneep said, his face totally straight.
Jackie laughed. โBlood barrier, thatโs funny.โ
โNo, 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 scentโlike 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.
โSchneep!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 themโbut 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 figureโs arm. The figure pulled back, leaving the light from the lamp post behind, andโand disappeared.
Jackie stared at the spot where theyโd been in shock. Then he turned to Schneep. He whined, nudging him with his snout.
โI 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.
โI promise I am fine.โ Schneep got to his feet, patting himself down... then froze. โSon of a bitch! That motherfucker stole my wallet!โ
Jackie let out a series of barks that sounded similar to laughter.
โHey, 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 formโs face. Who carried cash these days?
โOh shut up,โ Schneep said. He sighed. โAt least we know something.โ He wiped his mouth on his black coat sleeve. โThat 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.
โChange 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.
โJackie,โ Schneep said in a warning voice.
Jackie broke into a loping run.
โGet back here!โ Schneep shouted, running after him. โI 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 heโd have to hire more people, and that wasnโt 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...
โHiggins, no.โ Marvin picked up one of the cats in question, who was staring at a second cat with his tail flicking wildly. โLeave 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 witchโs 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 Marvinโs 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.
โHere you go.โ Marvin sat Higgins down on the nearest chair, bending down to drop him on the cushion. Higgins started batting at Marvinโs hair that dangled around his face, and Marvin jerked backwards. โCome on, Higgins.โ He pushed his hair back. โItโs 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.
โHey!โ Marvin whirled around, taking Draco off the shelves. โI 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. โOne moment!โ he called, finishing up the stack before he turned around. He grinned. โHow 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?
โOh! 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.
โNo problem.โ Marvin flashed a smile. โAyway, uh, yeah, I can tell you about the shop. This is my place. We sell all sorts of magical supplies. Mostly stuff thatโs useful for witches, Iโm not sure if thereโs 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.
โSorry, most of them arenโt vamp-trained,โ Marvin said. โAnd, uh, Higgins isnโt for sale.โ
Theyโre for sale? the man asked, interested.
โOnly as pets,โ Marvin said firmly. โI donโt do blood here.โ
The man looked horrified at the implication.
โOh, youโre offended! Good.โ Marvin laughed. Vampires were tricky to deal with, morally, given their diet. โSo youโre a blood bank person? Not an animal person?โ
The man nodded. When possible. You know how it is.
โHmm. I probably donโt. I havenโt 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.
โIโm Marvin. Marvin Fletcher. Iโm 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. โAnd 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.
โAlliteration! Nice.โ Marvin grinned. โLet 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. โMarvin!โ A man walked into the shop, wearing a black T-shirt and jacket. โI have something Iโโ
Jameson suddenly dropped the book he was looking at, staring at the newcomer in... what can only be described as surprise and fear.
โHey, Jack,โ Marvin said, then looked at Jameson. โDonโt worry about him. This is Jack, heโs a meddie, and a friend of mine.โ
โUh... hi,โ Jack said slowly, looking at Jameson. โDidnโt 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. Itโs alright, he said.
โOh, BSL, huh? Iโm not as fluent as Marv is, sorry.โ
โHe just said itโs alright,โ Marvin translated.
โYeah, I got that.โ
โWell, anyway.โ Marvin decided to move on. โWhat brings you to my shop now? I know this is regular hours for me, but itโs starting to get late for you.โ
Jack rolled his eyes. โItโs only nine oโclock. I wouldโve been here sooner, but I took some wrong turns.โ
โWait... did you drive here?โ Marvin blinked. โI thought you still only had a permit.โ
โNope! I got my license on Tuesday, remember?โ Jack beamed proudly.
โAh. A whole three days ago. Good. Good good good.โ Marvin nodded slowly. โWell, uh... whatโs so important that you had to drive here?โ
Jack walked over to a table at the back, talking as he went. โI 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. โKind 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
โGod,โ Marvin muttered. He noticed Jameson listening in with curiosity, though Jameson was clearly trying to hide it. โSo was his ghost there?โ
โYep.โ Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out a cloudy glass sphere about the size of a golf ball. โAnd 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. โI did the touch test with him, too, and he got it right away.โ
โReally?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.
โYeah, and something else weird. The guy didnโt remember his death.โ
โAnd thatโs... Why is that weird?โ
โEven weaker ghosts know their death,โ Jack said. โEven if they die in their sleep or die when somehow drugged. They instinctively know the details. This guyโoh, his name is Chase, by the wayโdidnโt know who killed him. Most murdered ghosts know that.โ
Jameson started in surprise. You were at a murder scene?!
Marvin laughed. โYeah, Jameson. Jack works for the forensics, he gets called out to murder scenes all the time.โ
โWell, uh, the detectives donโt think this was a murder scene,โ Jack said slowly. โThey think that Chase got super drunk and uh...โ He made a finger gun and pointed it at the side of his head.
โOh god,โ Marvin whispered.
โBut Chase is insisting he didnโt do that,โ Jack said. โAnd if he really did get blackout drunk and do that, he would know thatโs what happened. But he doesnโt know anything else, either. So maybe he did and something is fucking with his memory? I donโt know.โ He tapped the glass sphere. โBut thatโs where I wanted your help, Marvin.โ
โYou got some of his essence in the sensor?โ Marvin asked.
โMm-hmm. Can you tell me if there was... anything magical about his death?โ
โOn it.โ Marvin walked around the counter at the back of the shop, picking up something heโd left behind there. A white mask shaped like a catโs face, with some markings on it. The four card suitsโheart, club, diamond, spadeโwere 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.
โNo, donโt worry, itโs 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. โYou could watch, evenโif youโre okay with that, Jack.โ
โYeah, why not?โ Jack shrugged.
โGreat! Thatโs be fifty pounds to observe, then.โ
Jameson made a choking sound. Are you serious?!
โAbsolutely not.โ Marvin grinned.
Jameson staredโand then laughed. It was a strange, wheezing sound, clearly genuine but with no voice behind it. Youโre a right funny man, arenโt you?
โI 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.
โThis glass ball? Itโs a sensor,โ Jack said. โIf thereโs 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. โWhoa.โ Marvin blinked, leaning backwards.
โWhat is it?โ Jack asked.
โThereโs definitely some magic involved with this,โ Marvin said. โThis ghostโs essence is strong, alright. And thereโs something different about it... What did you say his name was? Chase?โ
โYep. Chase Brody.โ
โWas he an everyday or something else?โ
โUhhh... far as I could tell. I mean, if youโre not an everyday, youโre less likely to be surprised when you die and become a ghost,โ Jack figured.
โYou wouldnโt be surprised,โ Marvin pointed out.
โWell Iโm special. Can you tell whatโs different about his essence?โ
โHmm...โ Marvin frowned. โJudging by the color... maybe thereโs some necromancy, of some kind? The shade is a bit off. You donโt 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... youโre a death witch? he asked.
โHuh? Oh, nope.โ Marvin looked up at him and grinned. โYou donโt need to be a death witch to do this spell, to look at ghost essence. You donโt 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. โHmm... I... donโt know the specifics of this magic, though. Thereโs not enough of a sample for me to figure it out.โ
โWell that makes sense,โ Jack said. โIt was only in contact with him for like, three seconds total at most.โ
โReally? And it left such a strong imprint?โ Marvin looked at the sensor again in a new light. โYou werenโt kidding about him being a strong ghost. Hmm...โ He bit the inside of his cheek, thinking. โI donโt know whatโs going on with this guy, but Iโm sure that some sort of magic has fucked with him in some way.โ
Jack nodded. โWeird. Do you... think weโll need to report it to the Night Council?โ
โI dunno. Depends on what spell it is, and if it was done with consent.โ
Jack frowned. โWell Chase doesnโt remember what happened, so I doubt he wanted this to happen. Otherwise he wouldโve made sure he remembered after he fucking died. But thatโs not exactly proof, is it?โ He went quiet for a moment. โI think... I need to help him.โ
โYou help a lot of ghosts, Jack,โ Marvin pointed out.
โNo, I mean... more than I usually do. The guyโs lost. He says he really cares about his family, but he lived alone, and his house, uh... wasnโt in the best condition. Not to mention this weird magic you just found.โ Jack paused. โI want to see what I can do.โ
Marvin nodded. โAlright. Well, let me know if thereโs 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
โLuna, no.โ Marvin grabbed her, pulling her back into his lap.
Jack laughed. โThatโs a new one.โ
โWant her?โ Marvin held up the black cat. โIโm calling her Luna Void but you can change that if you want.โ
โNah, my apartment doesnโt allow pets.โ Jack paused. โThough I was wondering about getting a new place.โ
โHmm. Fair.โ Marvin looked over at Jameson, who was standing idly nearby. โWant a cat? I know I said they werenโt vamp-trained earlier, but I could put in the effort.โ
Jameson smiled softly. No thanks. My roommate probably wonโt take kindly to an animal.
Marvin raised an eyebrow. A roommate, huh? โWell good to know.โ He put Luna Void down on the floor again. โA question for you, by the way, Jameson Jackson. Are you new in town or what?โ
Iโm fairly new, yes, Jameson said. Only been here for about a week. Iโm getting to know the layout of the city. How did you know that?
โBetween 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. โWell, uh, Iโm 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. โMy phone numberโs 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.
โYeah, that will work,โ Jack said. โAnyway, 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.
โYou can stop by here anytime, too,โ Marvin said. โAs long as youโre not a dick about stuff, but you seem chill enough. I can do spells and card readings for a price, but I donโt do the French or Thoth arcana, only traditional cards and crystaleye.โ
Iโll keep that in mind. Lovely to meet you. Jameson tilted his head. I think Iโll leave for the night but maybe Iโll see you tomorrow.
โSee you!โ Marvin waved, and Jameson headed out. โBye, Jack!โ
โGoodbye!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. โBee, Ragamuffin, no!โ he shouted, getting up. โNot by those shelves, youโll break stuff!โ
A few more customers dropped in as the night wore on, but there wasnโt 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 peculiarโhe didnโt realize it was pronounced โskya-bergโ until tonightโbut Jameson had heard stranger names in his long life. Heโd 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 โhomeโ 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 couldnโt afford. It wasnโt a pleasant place to live for most people, but Jameson wasnโt โmost 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
โThink 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. โOh shit, JJ, you did it! Wasnโt 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 โBite 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.
โAw, you seem so sad to see me!โ Antiโs grin widened. โWere you worried I would leave you?โ
No. No, he definitely wasnโt worried about that. Where have you been? JJ asked calmly. For the past three nights, Anti hadnโt 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.
โNone of your fucking business, JJ!โ Anti laughed. โHey, look at that.โ He pointed at the thing that he threw at JJโs 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.
โGot 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. โFucking 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 thereโAnti didnโt like those, said they were too traceableโand some other card. He took that out. This was some sort of work ID, for a place called St. Damianโs 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 thatโs who the wallet belonged to.
โWhat? Wanna keep it?โ Anti asked. โGo for it. Fucking useless things, anyway.โ He shrugged. โAnyway. Whatโve you been up to?โ
Exploring the city, JJ said.
โFind anything fun?โ
Not your type of fun.
Anti narrowed his eyes. โOh? Whatโs that supposed to mean?โ
JJ looked at him. You know we donโt enjoy the same activities.
โAnd whatโre you implying?โ When JJ didnโt say anything, Anti growled. โFine. Shut up, then.โ His eyes momentarily shifted color, his irises becoming bright red. โItโs 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 insteadโthe story with a hole in the wooden floor, a smaller bedroom, and water-damaged walls. Jameson hadnโt said anything about it, just in case that would prompt Anti to say something like โhmm, thatโs 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 โacquiredโ 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 hadnโt 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 heโd 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 wasnโt 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 wasnโt able to see his reflection in it.
He changed out of his outfit and into a set of matching pajamasโone of the few things heโd 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 โacquiredโ 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 didnโt 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 wasnโt 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 heโd stumbled across. Magnificent Magics. He hadnโt been in a witchโs 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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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 Darkโs mind as a needle would enter into wound.
โNo. Weโve been over this,โ Dark told him. โGo back to sleep.โ
Anti looked offended. He made a face of concentration. Let. Me. Inside.
โIโm already a puppet.โ Dark closed his eyes and huffed out a sigh. He was so tired. โThereโs no more room in this body. Go back to sleep or Iโll 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 didnโt understand but could make an educated guess at. โDid I not tell you?โ
Anti glowered at him from the floor.
โFine.โ Dark rolled over. โSleep down there, then.โ
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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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DNI:
If you support incest, such as shipping Aym x Baal, Any of the Demon Brothers x Another Demon Brother, etc
If you support r4p3
If you support M@Ps/P3d0philia
Because I'm sure people will ask, proshippers are allowed on my blog. As long as you keep it in fiction, that's fine by me.
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Fandoms I write For:
Key: Italics - I'll write for it, no questions asked! Bold and Italics - I love these fandoms, and I love to write for them! Please send asks about them!!!
Cult of the Lamb
Black Clover
Helluva Boss
Hazbin Hotel
The Originals/The Vampire Diaries (Not Legacies, sorry!)
Sanders Sides
Undertale
Deltarune
Demon Slayer: Kimetsu No Yaiba
My Hero Academia
Harry Potter
Markiplier (& Egos)
Jacksepticeye (& Egos)
Five Nights at Freddy's (Games & Movie)
Slashers
ACOTAR (A Court of Thorns and Roses) series
Assassination Classroom
Billie Bust Up
Bendy and the Ink Machine
Twilight
The Amazing Digital Circus
Disney's Twisted Wonderland
Obey Me: One Master to Rule Them All (This also includes Nightbringer!)
Sk8 the Infinity
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Do:
Character x Reader (Romantic or Platonic)
Character x Child!Reader (Platonic)
Angst/No Comfort
Angst/Comfort
Fluff
Slightly Suggestive
Don't:
P3d0philia
Incest
Smut
R4p3
Character x Character
Character x OC
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Go ahead and send in asks! I'm always happy to write whatever you have in mind!
But please don't just say: _________ x reader angst/fluff
Please give me a little bit of an idea of what you want!
Thank you!
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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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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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Gratitude (Jackieboy Man x GN! Reader x Darkiplier) -Part 1
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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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?
#jacksepticeye#jacksepticeye fanfiction#jacksepticegos#septic egos#septic egos au#jacksepticeye au#Wildcard.#Detective.
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More creepy wild eldritch body horror Antisepticeye with eyeballs on him!
Donโt repost/steal
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BLOOD IN THE WATER
For now, this is a complete one-shot:
AU. โAnti,โ came Darkโs voice, low, a different kind of rough. โAre you certain you want to do this?โ
#jacksepticeye#jacksepticeye egos#markiplier#markiplier egos#antisepticeye#darkiplier#fanfiction#vampire#werewolf#archive of our own#ao3#ao3 writer
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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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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 theyโd 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. Heโd just finished telling the others everything that the Horned Elder One had conveyed to him. Everything about the true origin of the spirit whoโd been possessing the King.
โThis is... so hard to believe,โ Jackie said, leaning back against a tree, his arms folded. โHow could none of us have heard of this before?โ
โWell, thereโs that magic causing the spiritโs identity to be unspeakable,โ Marvin said. He was also sitting on the ground, with Draco in his lap, purring. โThatโs the reason.โ
โNo, I know that,โ Jackie said. โI know that. In my thoughts, I know that. But itโs 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. โUh...โ
King Sam smiled slightly. {Thank you. Itโs very interesting to know that Iโm still held in such high regard.}
โOf course you are,โ Jackie said, awkwardly reassuring him.
Whatโs your point, Jackie? Jameson asked. Surely youโre not having such a hard time grasping the concept of this strange magic. Even if weโve never heard of it before, it seems easy enough to figure out. Nobody could say anything about Samโs brother before now.
โWell I just... I think there would have been some signs, wouldnโt there?โ Jackie asked. โWe have tapestries of King Samuel, but none of his brother?โ
โPerhaps...โ Henrik, pacing back and forth, spoke slowly. โPerhaps 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. โCan 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.}
โWhy?โ Jackie asked. โThe rest of us can say Aneirinโs name!โ
{One thing at a time, please.} Sam held up a hand. {Letโs start with why none of you knew it. I think Henrikโs 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?}
โI can understand that,โ Marvin said, nodding. โBut Iโm 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 brotherโs name one day and found you couldnโt?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.}
โWhy 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 Iโd met about certain things. And so, the memory died quickly.}
โThatโs... thatโs sad,โ Chase whispered. โTo be forgotten so soon.โ
โHey, this spirit is possessing the King!โ Jackie said. โHeโs done so many terrible things while possessing him! Iโve seen warriors harass farmsfolk to pay taxes that they canโt afford, encouraged by direct orders from the King. Heโs trying to build a navy! Probably to sail off and declare war on other kingdoms. He doesnโt deserve your sympathy.โ
Chaseโs head snapped up to look at him. โI 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. โStill... itโs a terrible thing. And in the end, itโs hurt us more than helped us, hasnโt it? After all, maybe if we knew about Samโs traitor brother, something wouldโve been different.โ
Jameson shrugged. I think we wouldnโt have expected the spirit to be him, anyway. Who would expect that?
Marvin nodded slowly. โWhile people can become ghosts, possessive spirits are different things. And even if people could become possessive spirits, those types of spirits canโt 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. โOkay, that brings me back to a question I asked earlier. Why can we say Aneirinโs 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. โIt wouldnโt be the first time magic hasnโt affected me. The King tried to command me once, with enchantment. He wasnโt able to.โ
{I know that that, for sure, is because of the Horned Elder One,} Sam said. {Theyโve paid close attention to you. Chosen you to help. And as someone chosen by the guardian of wild, uncontrollable places... well, naturally, you canโt 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 wouldnโt let them down.
Some time passed in silence. Then Henrik cleared his throat. โWell. Now that we know all that we came here to know... do we just trek back through the Wyldwood?โ
Jackie pursed his lips. โThat dullahan might still be in the area. I donโt 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
โWe only have half a day of daylight left,โ Chase said. โAnd we... I-I donโt know about the rest of you, but I donโt think Iโm 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, itโs that you need to be alert.โ
Are you saying we camp for the rest of the day? Jameson asked.
โYes. And leave early in the morning.โ
Marvin frowned. โI have no objections to that. Well... I have one objection. Can we not camp in this... clearing? It makes me uneasy.โ
โOh yea, I was thinking weโd stay on the edge like we are now,โ Chase said. โI donโt want to go back down there, either.โ
โLetโs circle around it, then.โ Jackie pushed away from the tree. โKing Samuel, will you be... coming with us?โ
{I can walk to your new camp with you, if thatโs what you mean,} Sam said. {But if youโre asking me to follow you on your journey, I cannot.}
โAre you bound to this location?โ Marvin asks.
{In a wayโ}
โCan we walk and talk?โ Jackie interruptedโthen immediately looked like he regretted that. โUh, my apologies, King.โ
Sam laughed. The sound rang in their thoughts like the memory of wind chimes. {Donโt be so formal, Jackie. Just calling me Sam is fine. Iโm no longer the King. A dead man canโt rule over anything, regardless of if he possesses the living.}
Chase got to his feet. โYouโre right. Thatโs not his right anymore, no matter what he thinks he deserves.โ He sighed. โAlright. Letโs 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. โLet 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.}
โWe are near the center of the Wyldwood...โ Henrik breathed. He looked down into the blasted heath. โThat 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. โThis Aneirin is a real bastard.โ
{I can agree with that statement,} Sam said.ย
Even though he is your brother? Jameson asked.
โHis 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. โI guess that makes sense. He was still your family.โ
โFamily can be bastards,โ Marvin muttered. โEven siblings.โ
Jackie nodded. And after a momentโs hesitation, he reached out and put a hand on Marvinโs shoulder. Marvin did not shake it off.
Henrik coughed. โSo... 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 peopleโs mental strangeness, I do wonder if my boredom was a symptom of... What do you call it?... Something about distraction.}
โImpulsive distraction?โ Jackie asked. โThatโs what I have. I canโt imagine not being bored at the first sign of nothing happening.โ
โYou 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 youโre stuck in the Wyldwood, how do you even know about things like mind soothers?
โDo 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.}
โAneirin,โ Chase mumbled. โHow else would he have known about Jack if he wasnโt watching the royal line in some way?โ He shuddered. โA silent presence stalking you down, and your children, and their children, and waiting for one to pounce and... Th-thatโs unnerving.โ
โQuite 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 didnโt 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 werenโt 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.
โAre you going to stand there protecting us?โ Chase asked jokingly.
{If thatโs what you wish,} Sam said calmly.ย
โOh I-I mean you donโt have toโโ
{Chase, a ghost might not get bored, but I donโt have much else to do. There is no greater priority to me than your safety, and if me being here would help with that, Iโll stay.}
Chase blinked, then nodded. โTh-thank you.โ
โCan a ghost do much to protect people?โ Henrik wondered.
โHe definitely did something to drive off that dullahan,โ Marvin said.
โYeah 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.}
โThat is still very interesting,โ Henrik said.
โAnd impressive,โ Chase added. โHave 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, Iโd gathered a small party by that time on my journey.}
Marvinโs eyes lit up. As did Jackieโs. โWeโve never heard that story before!โ Marvin said.
โAnd I thought Iโd heard just about every story about you!โ Jackie fiddled with his cape excitedly. โCan you tell us about that?โ
Sam blinked, then smiled. {Of course. And you tell me some of the stories you all have, too. Iโm sure thereโs a lot I havenโt 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 werenโt 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?}
โHuh? N-no, I...โ Chase looked over at the others, but didnโt see anyone moving. So he sat up, assuming they were asleep. โIโm thinking about Jack,โ he whispered. โI havenโt had one of those magical dreams since entering the Wyldwood, and the last one I had was... I-Iโm... Iโm 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... doesnโt deserve any of this.} He made a sighing motion.
โ...Heโs your descendant, isnโt he?โ Chase asked. โYou, uh... He looks a lot like you.โ
{I know. And I wonder if thatโs 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. โYea... me too,โ he said quietly. โLook. 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 canโt 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...you mean, pray to them?โ Chase blinked. โHuh. How have I not thought of that yet?โ
{Sometimes the simplest ideas evade us.} Sam smiled encouragingly. {Itโs worth trying, isnโt it?}
โYea, it is.โ Chase nodded. He took a deep breath. โThank 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 didnโt 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 Chaseโs breathing slow. Jackie stared out at the surrounding trees. He knew that Sam being here meant that they didnโt have to take shifts to keep guard, but it wouldnโt 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 couldnโt wake up the others, so he had to be very quiet.
But evidently, he wasnโt quiet enough.
{Is there any particular reason youโre 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...hello,โ Jackie said. โGood evening.โ
{Youโre really having trouble dropping the formalities, arenโt you?} Sam said.
โWell... youโre the first King!โ Jackie sat up, careful to keep his voice down even as he wanted to get loud with excitement. โI 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 youโre 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. โYou would think that, wouldnโt you?โ His eyes drifted over to the trees, scanning them instinctively. โBut 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. โE-everything I... want to be.โ
Sam tilted his head. {Do you not think you are a strong, protective leader?}
โNo, I know I am,โ Jackie said. โYouโre 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. โI-I guess it would.โ He fell silent, continuing to look at the trees, searching for motion.
{You can sleep, you know.} Samโs voice sounded like a whisper, like a feather floating into Jackieโs mind. {I can watch over you.}
โ...I know,โ Jackie said reluctantly. โBut... I...โ He shook his head. โI-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 didnโt say anything. He pulled his knees close to him, taking the bedroll with him.
{...there is something bothering you.} It wasnโt a question.
โNo,โ Jackie denied. โI just... I want to stay on watch.โ
{Why?} Sam asked.
โI... 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?}
Jackieโs breath hitched. Tears sprung to his eyes, though he didnโt know why. โI... If I have the ability, I... I should, shouldnโt I?โ His voice was hoarse. โI donโt... I donโt want anything to happen to them. Especially since Iโm weaponless now. That damned dullahanโs 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 youโre prepared to fight tomorrow.}
โFight with what? As I said, Iโve lost my weapons.โ
{I can help with that.}
Jackieโs head snapped towards him, confused. โHuh? Youโre... youโre a ghost, though.โ
Sam smiled. {You can say I have connections. But itโll probably take a while. The night. So, that means that once you fall asleep, youโll wake up to something new.}
โHah. Thatโs 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 wouldnโt leave them if they knew I was awake.โ
{Itโs 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 itโs very easy to put others over yourself. Not because you think low of yourself, but because thatโs 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 Jackieโs 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. โI... guess I canโt disobey a request from a legend. Thatโd feel disrespectful.โ
Sam grinned. {Still with those formalities, hm?} He laughed quietly. {Get some rest. Iโll keep watch. But Iโll also make sure your swords are replaced.}
โYou can do that without leaving our sides?โ
Sam nodded. {Magic is a fun thing, isnโt it?}
โIt really is. Even if I donโt 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.
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Chaseโs 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 wasnโt here, but they also werenโt 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. โYou,โ Chase breathed. โYouโre him.โ
Aneirin narrowed his eyes. โGet out of here. You donโt belong here.โ
โAnd you do?โ Chase asked. โThis is Jackโs mind! Youโre 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 slashโbut then felt the world start to fade away. โNo!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 waitโhis skin wasnโt really there, was it? Why would a wound in a dream do much? Actuallyโwhy couldnโt he change this hallway? Just using his imagination? Heโd been able to break Jackโs 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. Aneirinโs eyes widenedโwas 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.
โChase!โ Aneirinโs voice screamed. โYouโre 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 couldnโt 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. โJack!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.
โJack, weโre coming!โ Chase yelled. โWe 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. โThis is my mind now,โ he growled. โYour Jack will stay buried.โ
Then he raised his seax and brought it down on Chaseโs 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. Samโs ghost sat on the ground, facing the clearing instead of the group. He glanced back at Chase, concerned. {Are you alright?}
โY-yea... I just... I...โ Chase swallowed a lump in his throat. โAneirin was... there. And... very insistent. On me... not being there.โ
{...Iโm sorry,} Sam said quietly.
โNo, donโt be. Itโs not your fault.โ Chase lied still, staring up at the trees.
Eventually, the others awoke, getting breakfast ready. Chase didnโt 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. โAre you alright, Jackie?โ Henrik asked.
โYea.โ Jackie nodded. โIโm just... ready to go. A bit worried about what weโll 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.
โM-magical swords?!โ Marvin stammered. โThatโsโh-how did you get those?โ
Sam smiled slightly. {I have my ways.}
โI... I w-wasnโt expecting... Are you sure, my King?โ Jackie asked.
{Iโm not a King anymore, remember?} Sam said. {And Iโm 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.}
Jackieโs eyes lit up. โThatโs... thatโs amazing.โ He reached out, hands trembling slightly, and took the swords. โTheyโre... 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. โOh. But thereโs power behind this. I can feel it.โ He sheathed the other sword and bowed deeply towards Sam. โThank you, Sam. I-Iโm honored. Weโll save the kingdom. I promise.โ
Chase recalled his dream, and he nodded as well. โI promise, too.โ
We wonโt stop until that spirit is taken care of, Jameson said.
โAnd 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!!!!)
โ ๏ธCW: descriptions of gore, hospitals, psychological horror, mental deterioration, acts of violence and loss of sanity.โ ๏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..
...End recording.
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Curiosity Killed the Cat: Chapter 13
A Magnificent Encore Chapter 12 | Masterpost | AO3 Link
(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. Orโฆ more like a memory. Guess this was like dying for realโฆ. His life flashing before his eyes. That thought always scared him butโฆ 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. Maybeโฆ it could bring him comfortโฆ one last time.
Even if this now felt like it was a different lifeโฆ
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 couldnโt keep this up for long.
โMarvin the Magnificent! Stop this instant! Youโre under arrest for stolen AIMC goods and using magic against AIMC guidelines!โ One of the figures shouted with authority.
Marvin grit his teeth, โYou got the wrong guy! I ainโt that asshole! Leave me alone!โ โฆ.Guess the splashes of paint he threw on his signature mask werenโt enough to throw them offโฆ
โCโmon Marvin donโt do this!โ Another figure pleaded, โWe can help you! You donโt have to keep doing this! Running away isnโt gonna fix any of this!โ
Marvinโs chest ached. That voice was familiarโฆ a friend. Someone who tried to help him get on his feet after killing Phantom. But, even after joining the circleโฆ 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 backโฆ heโs heard nothing from his so-called creator since his hastily given name. Why go back to someone who doesnโt even care?
And besidesโฆ creators, family, friendsโฆ 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 sightsโฆ 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 awayโฆ
To doโฆ what exactly? He wasnโt sure. He just knew that he couldnโt stay with others. Theyโd only hurt him in the endโฆ or heโd 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, โMarvin the Magnificent doesnโt exist anymore! And if you continue to chase me, Iโll make you disappear too.โ
Then, Marvinโs speech gets cut off as heโs suddenly grabbed from behind by his hood, dangling in the air like a kitten caught by its scruff.
โOkay 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. โJ-Jackieboy Man!โ
Marvinโs blood went cold and he paled. Heโฆ 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 didnโt want to be brought back to Jack! He was sure heโd gone way off the path of whatever joke Jack made him for. Going backโฆ what if Jack decided he was too wild to keep around? Too dangerous?
He wouldnโt let himself fade- he wouldnโt become like Phantom!
Acting quickly, Marvin shifted into cat form and wriggled out of the heroโs 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. โHey 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. โโฆthat wasnโt very nice, you know.โ
Marvin hissed, the card symbols on his forward glowing with magic. At this sight, Jackieโs eyes widened.
โWaitโฆ! Iโฆ I know you- Iโve seen you! Youโreโฆ youโre one of us! โฆMarvin! 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. โโฆwhat of it? You here to turn me in?โ
Jackieboy looked confused, โWhat? No! I mean- unless those magic guys were likeโฆ actually trying to arrest you for a crimeโฆโ
Marvin looked away, a distant flicker of guilt crossing his face.
The heroโs face fell. โโฆoh-โ He said quietly. But then he shook his head and tried to step forward, spreading out his hands. โBut I meanโฆ hey! We canโฆ we can figure that out! Itโs justโฆ no one has heard hide or tail of you! You were all over the telly with your shows and thenโฆ you were just goneโฆโ
Marvin looks at Jackieboy with a surprised expression, though he tried to keep himself guarded. โฆ theyโฆ noticed that?
Jackieโs face creased in sympathy, โI donโt see Jack muchโฆ but I know heโs been worried. And- that means you havenโt even met the others yet! God dudeโฆ weโd all would love to meet youโฆ weโve heard so much about you! I used to watch your shows all the time!โ
The magician-turned-thiefโs guard lowered as he stared at Jackie in shock. Wasโฆ all of that true?
Thoughโฆ new figments huh? His eyes darkened as he spat. โI seeโฆ Jack realized I was a failure and is already setting up replacements, Huh?โ
The hero looked even more bewildered. โWhat?! No way thatโs- that isnโt it at all! Dude, you needa take a massive chill pill!โ
This made Marvinโs anger even stronger. Magic sparked around him as he growled out. โI canโt afford to โtake a chill pillโ! My life hasnโt been easy like yours, Hero! You have no idea what Iโve fucking been through, what darkness Iโve had to run from. Donโt you dare try to brush it off with your fucking jokes!โ
Thereโs a beat of silence as Jackie just stares at Marvin.
โโฆ.damn- youโre like a massive edge lord-โ Jackie deadpans.
Marvinโs magic flickers for a second before coming back stronger. โWhat?! Did you- did you even listen to what I-?โ
โYeah- and it was like- straight out of the edge lord handbook, dude. Super cringe-โ
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 looksโฆ and how scared.
Jackie laughs nervously and then lets Marvin go, anxiously messing with his hair. โOkay youโre right- not the time for jokesโฆ just thought theyโd- I dunnoโฆ help to make you a little less intense.โ
Marvinโs lip rose in a tiny snarl, glaring daggers at the hero.
The red clad man sighs and rubs his neck. โLook- youโre right. I donโt know what youโve been through. Butโฆ I do know- Jack wouldnโt want you out hereโฆ running and struggling to survive. And- I donโt want to see that either- I meanโฆ in my headโฆ all of us are pretty muchโฆ brothers, you know? I couldnโt let my lil bro suffer out here.โ
Marvin felt his heart flutter, a warm feeling spreading. He tries to hide his surprise at Jackieโs gentleness.
But, the hero continues, attempting to step forward. โListen man- whatever youโre going throughโฆ you donโt have to do it alone. Itโs confusing and lonely out there- andโฆ if you come with me- I can take you to see that you arenโt aloneโฆ 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 Jackieโs hand with hesitation. Heโd been running for so longโฆ could he actually have a second chance? A chance to try againโฆ?
Eventually with a shaky hand, Marvin took Jackieโs. โโฆalrightโฆ Iโฆ 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. Heโฆ never thought he could ever really have a family.
Though he wasnโt 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 cityโs limits.
Marvinโs 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. โฆokay-
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 Marvinโs 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 doctorโs coat and mint green scrubs. His light green hair hung over his glasses as he studied a book, mumbling to himself in German.
โฆyup- bunch of fucking weirdos.
โHey nerds!โ Jackie called out, shocking Marvin out of his thoughts as the hero pressed the shorter ego tight to his side. โLook who I found! Marvin!!โ
Jackie turned to Marvin and then gestured out, โMarvin! These are the Septic egos! Thatโs what Jack calls us instead of figments- cuz weโre 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 himโฆ
He waved nervously, attempting a smile. But, it didnโt quite reach his eyes.
The figment in the ball cap bounded up to Marvin with sparkling eyes and explosive energy right away. โOh no way! Suh dude!! Super awesome to meet ya!โ He pointed to himself with his thumb, โIโm 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, โuhโฆ n-no sorryโฆ I uhโฆ. havenโt had much of a chance toโฆ browse the web lately.โ
For a second, the bright egoโs expression seemed to fall. But it just as quickly lit back up as he laughed. โNot 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 hadnโt really thought of. โโฆmint.โ He looked back at Chase and smiled shyly. โโฆI like uhโฆ mint teaโฆ so maybe over a cup of thatโฆ?โ
Chase made a face close to a grimace. โMint??โ Marvin wanted to shrink back in shame. But then the youtuber chuckled and shrugged. โHey, not my cuppa! But like- we can hang over whoever type of tea you want, my dude!โ He grinned mischievously, โHell, I can show you allll the pics I got of my kids!โ
Marvinโs eyebrows rose. โโฆyouโre a dad?โ
โThatโs- complicated,โ Jackie coughed close to Marvin. He patted Chase on the shoulder quickly and tried to distract the younger ego. โYo Chase, bet you canโt make a trickshot into that trash can!โ
The fatherโs eyes lit up at the challenge. โOh fuck yeah dude! youโre on!โ
He quickly busies himself grabbing supplies and a camera to film his attempt.
Jackie gathers Marvin up lightly and whispers. โIโll uhโฆ 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, โAh yes- you are the uhโฆ magic one. Do not expect me to believe any of that shit, okay?โ
Marvin bristled like an angry cat. โWhat?โ
The doctor smirked and pushed up his glasses, sitting taller and more refined. โI 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, โOkay! 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. โHello, good chap! Iโm Jameson Jackson! Ever so glad to make your acquaintance!โ
Marvin found himself smiling, โHeyโฆ thatโs a pretty cool spellโฆโ He then sits down on the couch next to Jameson and took off his hood. โโฆ think you can show me how you did it?โ He smiled shyly at the other ego. But, Jamesonโs smile could light up the whole room as he eagerly nodded.
And soonโฆ 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 himโฆ he knew his brothers were safe now. They could figure out the rest without himโฆ
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The boys all watch in stunned disbelief as Marvin falls.
Jameson acts quick and throws out a hand, desperately mouthing, โNO!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 Marvinโs hand stops mid motion, core still lit with his magic.
The boys all rush in- not frozen by Jamieโs spell. Jackie crashes to Marvinโs side and picks him up. โNo! No nono no! Marvin! Cโmon Marvin t-this isnโt funny! Fuck! what did you do?!โ
Marvin lays limp in Jackieโs 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.
โH-Heโsโฆ!โ Schneep whispers in fear.
โFading.โ Anti answers gravelly, trying to push himself up using the wall.
โWhat does that mean?! D-Does that mean heโs dying- heโs dead?!โ Chase cries out in panic, โ A-Are we next? Is it too late?โ
โI-I do not knowโฆ!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. โIโm so sorry Marvinโฆ I-I shouldโve been there for you soonerโฆ!โ He hangs his head over him and breaks down.
Then, thereโs a cough that interrupts their sorrows.
Anti had managed to glitch across the room and leans against Jackโs bed. He tiredly glares at the others. โ...w-whatever Jameson just castโฆ it paused what Kit kat didโฆ so heโs 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... you still have that watch, donโt ya? โฆ I think you know what to do.โ
Jamesonโs 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 Marvinโs hands- the magician himself slumps back up- out of Jackieโs 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 canโt understand what heโs saying. They watch as he rises from the ground and crawls backwards, away from Jackโs bed after reaching for it desperately.
It seems like Jamie is trying to reverse as much as he can- but he canโt reverse far enough to undo the livestream spell- or even stop Marvinโs 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 stopwatchโs pin clicks back into place on its own, restarting the flow of time.
The others can understand Marvin again- hear him whispering. โ...i-iโm so sorryโฆ Jackieโฆ j-Jamieโฆ Henโฆ C-chaseโฆ iโฆ I never wanted to hurt youโฆ Iโฆ I just wanted to keep us safeโฆโ
Heโs 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.
โJ-Jamie?!โ Marvin whispers in disbelief. He then takes in the others and his jaw drops. โY-You guys?! How did youโฆ? How did you get here?!โ
The quiet sound of glitches sounds off behind them- Anti disappearing back into Jackโs head before Marvin notices him.
Chase smiles with tears in his eyes, laughing quietly. โI donโt think youโd believe us broโฆ!โ
Jackie looks ready to tackle Marvin, looking relieved. โWeโre just so glad youโre 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. โN-No! D-donโt come near me..!โ
Heโs met with confused faces and Marvin swallows shakily as he tries to explain. โS-Something bad is happeningโฆ! I-Inside me- something is trying to t-take my body and Iโฆ I donโt want it to hurt youโฆ!โ
โThe black magic inside youโฆ right?โ Henrik asks quietly.
Marvin looks surprised and almost dumbfounded. โUhโฆ y-yeahโฆ I think so? H-How did youโฆ?โ
A hand grabs onto his pant leg and Marvin panics for a second before realizing itsโฆ itโs Jameson.
The gentleman pushes himself up but it looks like heโs hardly holding on. Still, he shakily pulls something out of his vest and hands it to Marvin. Itโs an ornate blue hand mirrorโฆ so delicate it looks like itโs made of ice.
Marvin takes it with knit eyebrows, studying the surface. โJaysโฆ what is this?โ
Jameson smiles and shakily signs to Marvin, โDark, trap.โ He then gently touches over his heart.
Marvin looks more confused but looks back to study the mirror. Didโฆ Jamie find a way to trap all this dark magicโฆ? Itโฆ it was worth a shot, wasnโt 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.
Marvinโs eyes flare purple as a darker version of his voice snarls through his lips. โโ๐ ! ๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฅ ๐๐๐ฅ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ค ๐๐ ๐ฃ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ๐ฃ ๐ก๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฃ๐ค! ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐โ๐ฅ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐!โ Blue flickers back in his irises and Marvin panics, trying to fight back for control. โN-No stop it! IโฆI donโt want this power anymoreโฆ! I-I want to be goodโฆ!โ
He looks back at the others desperately- but Jamie redirects his attention and smiles warmly, signing, โYour 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 Marvinโs eyes, tears threatening to cloud his vision. But, he tries to hold onto Jamieโs adviceโฆ 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- itโs like the dark magic is peeling off of him- and slowlyโฆ 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 realizesโฆ heโs not in the clothes he was just wearing- no the copy has those. Heโs inโฆ the outfit he was born in. His canon outfit. Itโs been so long since heโs seen it butโฆ 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. โT-That was inside me??โ
The shadow bares its teeth at Marvin. โโ๐ , ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐ ๐! ๐ ๐๐ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ.โ
โBullshit!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. โ๐๐ ๐ฆ ๐ค๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐ช ๐จ๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ๐ฃ๐ค ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฃ๐ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ก๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ฃ๐ . ๐๐ ๐ฆ ๐๐ฆ๐ค๐ฅ ๐๐๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐๐ก๐ฅ๐ช ๐๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ค๐๐๐ฆ๐, ๐๐๐ค๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐ฆ๐ค๐ฅ ๐๐ ๐ฅ ๐๐๐ฃ~!โ
Chase has to hold back Jackie from lunging at the shadow.
It laughs and shakes his head, spreading out its hands. โ๐ธ๐ค ๐ ๐จ๐๐ค ๐ค๐๐ช๐๐๐- ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐ง๐๐. ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ค ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ค๐๐ฃ๐๐ค, ๐๐๐ค ๐ฃ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ค ๐จ๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐ ๐ฃ ๐ฃ๐๐ง๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ค ๐ฅ๐๐ฃ๐๐ค๐ฅ ๐๐ ๐ฃ ๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐.โ It hums and snaps, bringing something out of Marvinโs pocket that shoots into his hand. A book with a cover blacker than black with purple trim.
โโฆ๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ค๐ค ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ ๐ค๐๐ชโฆ ๐โ๐ ๐๐๐ค ๐๐ฆ๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ค๐๐ฅ๐ช~!โ
โWellโฆ curiosity killed the cat-โ Henrik mutters.
โโ๐ ๐ฅ ๐ช๐๐ฅ ๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐โ๐ฅ~!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 canโt breathe.
The others all jump to their feet- trying to figure out how to help. But as Jackie tries to charge at the shadow, heโs 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 Marvinโs old mask in front of him.
Phantomโs words echo in his head: โYou knowโฆ thereโs one thing I know about light magicโฆ why you heroes and goody-two-shoes always best us in the end.โ โ...itโs your ability to be positive. To believe in each other. To have things and memories thatโฆ keep the darkness away. ...perhaps that can help you.โ
Jackie looks to make sure the shadow isnโt looking before taking the mask and studying it. He narrows his eyes and then turns it over, finding a message written in blue ink.
Itโsโฆ some kind of spell. A couple runes follow after the message of โFor the grey days.โ
Grey daysโฆ 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 heโs no magicianโฆ he barely understands how his powers work, let alone Marvinโs. But, this mask was from when he was first bornโฆ maybe-
He copies the gesture heโs seen Marvin do a thousand times- and the runes on the mask glow a light blue.
Jackieโs eyes snap back to his brother squirming in the shadowโs 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. โ๐โ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฃ ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐๐ค๐ค ๐๐๐ฃ๐ง๐๐- ๐๐ช ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ! ๐๐ ๐ฆ ๐๐๐โ๐ฅ ๐จ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ค- ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ๐ฃ ๐๐๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐ค๐โ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐! ๐ธ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ฅ๐ค ๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ค๐ฅ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ ๐๐๐ช๐จ๐๐ช๐ค! ๐๐ ๐ฆ ๐๐ ๐โ๐ฅ ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐จ ๐จ๐๐ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ ๐๐ฃ๐!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. โ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ค๐โ๐ฅ ๐จ๐๐๐ฅ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆโฆ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ค๐โ๐ฅ ๐จ๐๐๐ฅ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆโฆ! ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ฃ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฃ๐ค ๐๐ ๐โ๐ฅ-!โ
โYouโre 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.
โYou say he doesnโt know who he is? Well I know!โ Jackie says proudly, โHeโs a big cry baby! He cries at Disney movies! Heโs spent so much of his life afraid and scared butโฆ he has come out better- despite everything heโs been through!โ Jackie looks and meets Marvinโs eyes, pride beaming up within him as he smiles softly.``โฆheโs my baby brotherโฆ 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,โโฆ๐๐๐ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ ๐๐ฉ๐ก๐๐๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฅ ๐ค๐ก๐๐๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ช๐ฅ๐๐๐๐, ๐ ๐ฃ?โ
The hero does seem to hesitate for a second- just enough to look back down at the mask heโs 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.
โYou 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, โThe power of PMA! Nothing can keep us all down- because we have each other! And I believe in Marvinโs 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 โfollow 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 outโฆ and then spearing Jackie straight through the stomach.
โNO!โ Marvin screams, trying to get out of the shadowโs grasp better, clawing at its magic.
โ๐๐ ๐ฆโ๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ค๐ฅ๐ฃ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ช. ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ฃ ๐ก๐ฃ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ช ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ฃ๐๐ค ๐จ๐ ๐โ๐ฅ ๐ค๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐- ๐ ๐ฃ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ๐ฃ๐ค๐๐๐~!โ It laughs cruelly, squeezing Marvinโs 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. โYou wonโt kill us- you need M-Marvin aliveโฆ!โ
โ๐๐ฃ๐ฆ๐- ๐๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐๐๐ก ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ ๐๐ช ๐จ๐๐ช-!โ The shadow smirks knowingly, โI๐ ๐๐๐ ๐จ ๐๐ ๐จ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ค ๐จ๐ ๐ฃ๐. ๐๐๐ฃ๐ง๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐จ๐ค ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ฃ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ช๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ฃ ๐จ๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฅ โ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ ๐! ๐ธ๐ค ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ค ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ๐ฃ โ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐โ ๐๐ค ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐๐ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐, ๐ช๐ ๐ฆโ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐๐โฆ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐ค- ๐๐ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐~โ
The copy looks over to Chase and seems to smirk, making the father shiver, the scar on his temple aching.
โW-What?!โ Henrik gasps out, looking at the shadow with wide eyes. โWhat do you mean we can justโฆ die? Die andโฆ and reform??โ
โYeah what are we, Crystal gems?โ Chase mutters.
The shadow looks confused and throws back its head and laughs. โ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฅโ๐ค ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฅ! ๐๐ ๐ฆ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐โ๐ฅ ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐๐๐! โ๐ ๐๐! ๐ธ๐๐ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆโ๐ฃ๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ฃ, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก! ๐ธ๐๐จ๐๐ช๐ค ๐จ๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐๐๐ก ๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ง๐โฆ ๐๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ ๐ฃ ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐๐!โ
Henrik pales, a look of confusion and uncertainty crashing against his mind.
โ๐ฝ๐ฆ๐๐๐ชโฆโ The shadow continues, โ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐๐ฃ๐ง๐๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฅ ๐ง๐๐ฃ๐ช ๐๐๐ช ๐ก๐๐ฃ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ๐ฃ ๐๐๐๐๐!โ
Marvin clenches his eyes shut, โIโฆ I didnโt like t-thinking about itโฆ! I just- I did everything to make sure they never would!โ The magician admits through tears.
โ๐๐๐โฆ ๐จ๐๐๐ก! โ๐ ๐จ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐ ๐๐ฅ ๐๐ ๐ฃ ๐ฃ๐๐๐!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.
โ๐ธ๐๐ ๐๐ช ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐ฆ๐ฃ๐ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ฆ๐๐๐๐๐ช ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ช~! ๐๐ ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ ๐โ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐๐๐ ๐ฃ๐ ๐ข๐ฆ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ ๐ค๐๐ง๐ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ๐ฃ ๐ก๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ช ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฃ!โ The dark copy giggles, eyes bright with madness.
Jackieโs 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 Marvinโs old mask. His vision blurs. He needs to act fastโฆ
He pushes down the dread pooling in his stomach, his fear. He believes in Marvinโฆ He throws the mask towards Chase, โChase! 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. โ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ ๐๐ค ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฅ?!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. โโ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ฆ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ค ๐๐ ๐๐ค๐๐๐ค๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆโ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ค ๐จ๐๐๐, ๐น๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ช.โ
Chase looks terrified- but then he sees the brave body of Jackieโฆ and similar determination flares in his eyes. He stands tall, gripping the mask as he shouts out. โI-Iโm not afraid to die!โ He then hesitates and adds on.
โโฆno actually Iโฆ I am afraid of dying nowโฆโ He laughs quietly with a distant look in his eyes. Funnyโฆ. He never thought he could think something like that.
โbecause Iโฆ. I have something to live for again! Becauseโฆ because ofโฆ of my brothers.โ
He looks to meet Marvinโs 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.
โโฆand especially cuz of Marv. Heโฆ he helps me to be a better dadโฆ he cares for my kids, he helped me to find my confidence again. Heโฆ he makes me want to keep trying, to keep living.โ
A tear falls down the fatherโs face but he laughs at the shadow as the mask starts to branch more with light, orange joining red. โAnd nowโฆ I know I can come back! Soโฆ do your fucking worse, ya cheap knockoff! Iโm 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 Chaseโs head. Chase doesnโt even get a chance to scream- his body immediately falling limp and hanging grotesquely in the tendrilโs hold, dangling like Jackieโs. 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 Chaseโs 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.
โNO NO STOP IT!!โ Marvin screams, thrashing in the shadowโs grip. โI-Iโm 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.
โShut up, Marvinโฆ e-even if you and I have not gotten along beforeโฆ even if I do not get your magic and you do not get my scienceโฆ! You areโฆ so passionate and determined andโฆโ
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 Marvinโs as he chuckles quietly. โIโฆ I want to share thatโฆ I want to study and learn with youโฆ! 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. โSoโฆ y-you must live, Marvinโฆ! 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. โ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ก ๐จ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ค๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ค๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐ค! ๐๐ ๐ฆ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐๐!โ But it almost soundedโฆ afraid, under all that anger.
The mask flies out of Henrikโs 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. Thenโฆ his gaze turns cloudy and unseeing, his chest no longer rising.
The mask spins and then manages to hit Jamesonโs foot, the youngest septic looking at his defeated brothers in horror.
The shadow sees this and then throws its head back to laugh. โ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฅ ๐๐๐๐ค๐ฅ ๐๐ฅ ๐๐๐๐ค ๐๐๐ฃ๐! ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ค๐๐๐๐ค๐ค ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐๐โ๐ฅ ๐ค๐๐ช ๐๐๐ช ๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐ฃ๐ช ๐จ๐ ๐ฃ๐๐ค ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐ ๐จ ๐๐๐ ๐๐?โ
A tendril comes out and wraps around Marvinโs teary eyes, blocking off his view. Marvin whimpers and shakes, muttering out apologizesโฆ to Jamie, to the others.
Jamesonโs eyes glow teal with anger at the shadowโs taunts. He picks up the mask and stands tall, despite his fatigue. If this was to be his last stand, heโd give it everything heโs got.
Thereโs an almost painful spear of foreign magic in Marvinโs head- that gets echoed in the shadowโs as it shouts out in pain. Jamesonโs voice is clear in their heads- just like when he broke through to Marvin during the livestream.
โMarvin, you are brave and you are strongโฆ even though you have felt so lost for so long- you never stopped trying. Despite our lack of direction from Jackโฆ you havenโt stopped trying to write your own story.
No one else knows how sad our stories will be. I donโt want this to become another tragedy! So, letโs rewrite this dark tale, and become more than we were forced to be, Marvin! We are by your sideโฆ 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 whatโll happen next. โNoโฆ p-pleaseโฆ!โ
Teal light joins the other colors, creating an intricate beautiful pattern across the white mask, imitating celtic knots. Jamesonโs 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 Jamesonโs 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 hopelessnessโฆ 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. โ๐๐๐๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐?!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 likeโฆ
Like a Phoenix.
But his wings, shimmering brightly with light, arenโt the color youโd 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 doesnโt respond.
Because the book is stuck floating in a teal bubble of magic. Jamesonโs 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.
โAll this timeโฆ you tried to make me feel like I was alone.โ Marvin spoke quietly, but his voice echoed almost ethereally. โThat no one cared for me, that my creator had abandoned me, that I was doomed to keep running foreverโฆ
You made me think I was forging my own path! That I was rewriting my storyโฆ but no- I just fell into more fucking puppet strings! From one puppet master to anotherโฆโ
He grips the mask at his side and grits his teeth. โYou made me forget that I had my family! That I had people who could help me! Because you know deep downโฆ thatโs a magic that you canโt possibly control.โ
The shadow trembles back, โ๐-๐๐๐๐ค ๐๐ค ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ค๐๐๐๐ค๐ค! ๐๐๐๐ค๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฆ๐ค๐ฅ- ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐๐ค- ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ค! ๐๐๐๐ช ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐๐-!โ
โThey mean everything!โ Marvin yells, wings flaring out. โI would still be lost and scared, convinced I was a killer until Jackie found me! Convinced I could never be enoughโฆ for Jack, for myselfโฆ forโฆ anyone. Until they all took me inโฆ and showed me what love actually feels like.
Though I guessโฆ you canโt feel that can you?โ He sneers down at the trembling mass of darkness.
The shadow glares at Marvin and then chuckles darkly. โ๐๐ ๐ฆ ๐๐๐โ๐ฅ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐, ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ ๐๐๐ ๐จ. ๐โ๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐ฃ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ- ๐โ๐ ๐ก๐๐ฃ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ๐ฃ ๐ค๐ ๐ฆ๐. ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ ๐จ๐๐๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐ฅ ๐ ๐ฃ ๐๐ ๐ฅ.โ
Marvinโs expression softens slightly, almost turning empathetic. โโฆyou said you were my darkness, right? โฆas much as I want to deny you- to forget you existโฆ I canโt. Youโre right, youโre 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.
โBut that part of meโฆ isnโt who I want to be anymore. Iโฆ I donโt want to rely on anger and despair anymore! And Iโm 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.
โIโm sick of Jack, sick of the fandom, sick of fucking puppet masters trying to make me something Iโm not! Iโm going to figure that out on my ownโฆ from the ashes of all the shit youโve put me through!โ
โ๐-๐๐๐ฃ๐ง๐๐ ๐โ๐๐ ๐!โ The shadow tries to plead, nervously smiling. โ๐๐ ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ค๐ฅ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐จ๐๐ช ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ฅ ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐! ๐๐ ๐ฆ ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐๐โ๐ฅ ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ช ๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฅ ๐จ๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ฅ-โ
โI 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.
โIโm fucking Marvin the Magnificent! Iโm my own fucking person- and you-!โ
He holds out the mirror, showing the dark copy his own terrified reflection.
โYou 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 doesnโt 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 shadowโs 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 feelsโฆ 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 heโs okay. Only to pale as he sees the other side of the room.
โMarvin!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 looksโฆ peaceful. Despite his still beaten and black-magic-scarred body. Next to his limp hand- by some miracleโฆ is Jackโs doll.
โโโ
Marvin opens his eyes to see heโsโฆ not in the waking world. Thatโs really the only way to describe this feeling. It felt likeโฆ something in the mind, like when youโre 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.
โโฆalright- love how things just keep getting weirder-โ The magician mumbles to himself.
Then, Marvinโs ears twitched a bit as he sensed another presence near him. He blinked, then turned to look behind him.
And sawโฆ Jack. Smiling warmly at him. The creator waved.
โโฆ Hi, Marvin.โ
Marvin didnโt 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.
โJ-Jackโฆ! Jack I- I-Iโฆ!โ He choked on a sob and gasped desperate breaths before breaking down, howling. โIโm so sorry! Iโm sorry- Iโm so fucking sorry!!!โ
โHeyโฆโ The creatorโs voice is gentle. โItโs okayโฆ itโs all gonna be okayโฆ.โ
Marvin shifts to hide his face more, biting out, โBut Iโฆ! I helped to put you in a fucking comaโฆ.! I hurt you- I tried to hurt the othersโฆ! Iโฆ!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 Jackโs eyes and shakes his head slowly.
โJack Iโฆ Iโm dangerousโฆโ
Jack tilts his head. โSo 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. โJack, I almost killed you! Iโฆ Iโm too unstable I- Iโm not sure ifโฆโ He looks down and then clenches his arm, biting back more tears.
โโฆ Iโm not getting rid of you, Marvin.โ Jack quietly reassured. โ โfraid youโre stuck with all of us.โ He tries to laugh, desperately trying to lighten the mood.
It doesnโt work on Marvin. He canโt look back at Jack as he mutters. โโฆyou never meant to make meโฆ all Iโve done is caused problemsโฆโ
โThatโs not true,โ Jack presses, trying to bridge the gap between them. โTo be honestโฆ a lot of you I didnโt mean to make! It justโฆ happened.โ He then smiles brightly, looking like the sun. Guess thatโs where Jackie gets it from. โButโฆ. Believe me, I wouldnโt change any of that. Iโm 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 Jackโs smile. Itโsโฆ infectious, and Marvin canโt help but try to smile weakly back.
But it very quickly falls as Marvin mutters.
โโฆI didnโt want to hurt anyone.โ
โI know you didnโt, Marvin.โ
โI didnโt want to drag the others into thisโฆ! I justโฆ I wanted them to be safe-โ
โโฆI know.โ For a second, Jack seemed to lookโฆ almost guilty. Like that was his fault.
Marvin shuts his eyes then cries out, โthen why!? If you know this about me- why did any of this happen? Shouldnโt 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.
โโฆbecause Iโm not like Anti. Or the people who hurt you. I donโt want to control youโฆ I want you to still figure out who you are, without needing me.โ
Marvinโs eyes widened. Jack met his with steely determination.
โโฆ me and Anti. We are connected- but we are not the same. Two sides of the same coinโฆ but that means- Iโm not a puppet master, like he is.
And this isnโt all meโฆ sometimes the fans are just- curious. Butโฆ that doesnโt mean you canโt make your own choices. Before all thisโฆ you kept letting others decide for you. And even if itโs true that I didnโt put much thought in you at firstโฆ you have so much potential, Marvin. And I canโt wait to see where your story takes you. Eventually, I might have a hand in it againโฆ but until then, it seems like you have a lot you gotta learn about yourself, Phoenix guy.โ Jack smirked.
โBut- when the story does continue- believe me, itโs 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.
โYou know what? โฆ I think I actually like the sound of that. Letโs 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 expectedโฆ
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. โMarvin! Whatโs 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.
โF-Fucking ANTI!!โ Marvin screamed, digging fingers into his scalp. He meets Jackโs eyes with desperation, โIโฆ I undid my spell! But it seems like he- he took it overโฆ!โ
But, Jack doesnโt seem surprised by this. He smiles sadly.
โYeahโฆ 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. โJack! Iโฆ I promise! Weโll find a way to save youโฆ!โ
Jack smiles a bit more and nods.
โโฆI know you will.โ His voice echoed, a slight finality in it that left Marvinโs 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.
โโ
Marvinโs 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. โYโฆyou guys are s..safeโฆโ he quietly slurred.
Jackie smiled. โYeahโฆ all thanks to you, baby bro.โ
โDude! That must have been one hell of a fight!โ Chase exclaimed excitedly, his eyes practically sparkling. โThe marks on the floor made it look like you had like- fucking wings or something!โ
Marvin chuckled weakly. โI uhโฆ I did, actually.โ
โNo fucking way??!!โ
The others laughed at Chaseโs reaction.
โโฆyou must be very tired, Bruderherz,โ Schneep commented gently. โWe should probably get you checked at the hospitalโฆโ
Jameson nodded and added in sign, โyes! 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.
โโฆdo you think Jack will wake upโฆ? Now that all of this is over?โ Chase asked quietly.
Marvin closed his eyes with a grimace and then slowly shook his head. โNoโฆ Iโฆ I had a vision. Anti found a way to keep him asleepโฆโ
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. โButโฆ I know we can all find some way to wake himโฆ together.โ
Jackieโs eyes shined as he grinned and clasped Marvinโs hand with his own. โHell 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 togetherโฆ 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 didnโt feel scared anymore, he felt nothing but bone aching relief. He was with his family againโฆ that was all that mattered.
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