#late egotober fic

[ardenwritesegos]

Bubbles

Wilford was a living coping mechanism. His maddened brain did anything and everything to forget his past. It wasn't even done of his own control, as basic to his mind as breathing and shooting a gun. He never had to think about it.

All he knew was that every time his thoughts turned glum, he went out back and blew bubbles. The reporter enjoyed the uncertainty. One never knew how the bubbles would come out looking, or for how long they would float before they disappeared.

However, there was still a comforting certainty that, with the simple blow of a wand, more could be summoned. One could never kill them all, they were in limitless supply. 

They could be popped over, and over, and over...

So much blood on his hands...

Wilford shook his head, bringing the bubble wand close to his mouth. With a blow, a new transparent sphere was made.

What dies will always come back.

Nothing stays dead forever.

[manebioniclegali]

for the writer ask game! 💖, 🎉, 🤯?

Writer ask game!

💖 What made you start writing?

The long and short of it is me, myself, and I; same with drawing, I wanted to be able to see my ideas come to life, and get personal satisfaction out of finishing a story. The oldest fanfic I wrote was from first grade lol, and anytime there was an opportunity to write a story for a school assignment, I went above and beyond. I did write plenty for myself, between first grade and when I started uploading stories online.

I started posting bc I saw people posting MLP fanfic on a specific site, and I was like "I wanna do that!" and I had just officially fallen into MLP G4 in 8th grade, so I had some ideas and wrote them and posted them, and I enjoyed getting feedback, so I kept writing and kept posting. That site was great for that, bc people would largely give constructive criticism, and it was SO easy to find someone to edit your stuff....posting on Tumblr and especially AO3 just doesn't hold a candle to the way that environment was. I moved over to Tumblr bc 1) didn't know AO3 existed, and 2) that's largely where the Markiplier fandom is. At least Tumblr you know that people are sharing your work by reblogging (sometimes); the website had a featured box and a popular box and groups that you could put your stories in and get exposure! I don't really have ideas for MLP anymore, hence why I'm not really on there as of late :(

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

It depends, really. Comments and reblogs are a huge part of it, and if every reblog I received had someone making a comment about the fic, I'd be thrilled (although that's not always the case). The number of notes are a factor (80-100 I'll consider it successful), but it's hard sometimes when most of those are just likes. 😞 I'm still deeply appreciative of all the interactions, but having 50 likes but no reblogs makes you wonder if you've done something wrong that nobody wants to share it. :(

The other side to this is that if I wrote something specifically to "target" another person, or it involves referring to lore I participate in, then as long as that person/those people see it and react and I get to interact with them about it, then it'll be worth it, even if the fic doesn't break like 20 (the only piece of writing I did for Egotober didn't get far cuz it was so niche, but the people whom I participated in the lore with saw and liked it, so I'm not as bothered (unlike the MLP art I did for the Cringetober part...can't believe that one)

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

Mystery for sure, bc I only attempted it once for school and I felt I didn't do the greatest (had to hide a phobia in the writing and my classmates guessed it rather quickly). I'm also not super interested in writing mysteries, so it works.

Angst might be the other one, bc it depends on the type of angst. Most angst I can't write unless I'm already in a funk, bc even my own writing has the opportunity to bring me down. At the risk of sounding like the meme, I have a bit too much empathy to write depressing circumstances unless I'm in that mindset. I wrote something with mild angst recently and it made me tear up 😅 I can't read angst cuz it usually hurts too much. Major angst/whump no, minor angst sometimes.

Thank you for da ask!!

[luxuriadanti]

I absolutely love your fic. I don't tend to read as much Ego stuff as I probably should, but holy cow your writing is phenomenal. I was so stoked to find someone actively writing stuff now for it too?? You are amazing!

Thanks, I'm pretty sure most of the "Anonymous" ego fics of late are mine. Growing Through, Coffee Grounds and Circuit Boards, and the Egotober Stories 2023 are all mine. I also have another one in the works, it's not posted yet. But yeah, I am so glad you like my story and my writing so much! I'm hoping my posting will be more regular after my small hiatus. ���

[crowned-ladybug]

Not Exactly Fatal

I’m sorry it took me this stupidly long to get around to writing this. Also for turning a request that was probably supposed to be hella angsty into lighthearted bullshit.

Requested by @sesame-icecream

Prompt: “Just breathe, okay?”

Characters: Dr Schneeplestein, Chase

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: needles, talking of blood, getting blood drawn.

Dr Schneeplestein and Dr Iplier share the job of being the egos' doctors pretty fairly. Dr Iplier deals with the more mundane, human problems while Dr Schneeplestein is more well-versed in demonic matters and is a rather capable surgeon if needed. For anything small and leisure, like a common cold or checkups the egos just choose which of their doctors they feel like going to.

And that's how Chase winds up in Henrik von Schneeplestein's office on a pleasant Thursday afternoon for a regular yearly checkup. Because he might be an interdimensional being with potential demonic properties, but everyone needs to go to get a checkup done every once in a while. Even if they're completely healthy and hate the smell of doctors' offices.

"Anything else?" Chase asks nonchalantly, resting his elbows on his knees and his chin on his hands as he leans forward in his chair. He's already had Henrik check his weight, listen to his breathing (why are stethoscopes so cold and why does he have to take off his shirt, he hates taking off his shirt, why is this a thing), measure his blood pressure and double check whether he’s currently on any medication (no, luckily) or smokes (Hell fucking no thanks). He also did that thing where he hit Chase's knee (and a few other places, but whatever) with a little hammer to check his reflexes and well, that one never stops being hilarious.

"I will need to have your blood drawn, and then we're done," Henrik informs, German accent heavy as ever, as he notes something down on the papers in front of him.

Chase swallows thickly and he's glad the doctor isn't currently looking at him. "Why'd you need that for?"

"It's part of the checkup routine," he leaves his desk and makes his way to one of the cabinets. He starts looking through the boxes, Chase guesses in search of a needle. Fuck. "Plus, seeing as you aren't exactly human, it might provide me with some further useful information!"

"What do you need to know about my blood? It's red, tastes metallic, dries pretty well when it goes places it shouldn't..." Chase shrugs, hopelessly trying to worm his way out of this situation. He knows Henrik has been working on gathering more information about the egos, both to make keeping them healthy easier and to try and figure out just exactly what they are, but...does he really need his blood for that?

"That doesn't tell me much about the microscopic components of it and its structure," Henrik explains with a smile as he sets down his equipment on the desk next to Chase's chair. There's some normal things – a ball of cotton, a dark brown bottle of something, a rubber band – and then that god damn needle. Chase averts his eyes.

"I, uhh..." he suddenly jumps up and makes his way over to the door tentatively. "I uhm...Just remembered that uhh...I gotta pick up Sammy from school," he scratches the back of his head sheepishly. "Yeah, I need to pick her up from school, can't be late. Sorry bro, maybe some other-..."

"Chase, didn't you say Bing was already going to do that?" Henrik asks calmly, but from his smile it's obvious how easily he can see through Chase's little lie. Before Chase could make up more half-assed excuses, he speaks again. "You're not scared of needles, are you?"

Chase clenches his hands into fists, bites his lower lip and looks away for a moment. Damn it.

"It's a standard procedure, you'll barely feel anything," Henrik promises, but Chase cuts him off.

"Don't you dare say that! They always say that, and it's a lie!" Chase stares at him accusingly and the doctor can't help but laugh.

"I promise it's nothing out of the ordinary," he starts again, and Chase crosses his arms in defiance. "Plus, what would your children say if they heard that you were too scared to have your blood drawn and thus halted my research?"

"I...I hate you," Chase grumbles and turns away, arms wrapped around himself. Why does Schneep have to do this to him? He thinks for a bit and at least he's allowed to do it in silence. When he turns back towards Henrik, he looks just as defiant and hurt as before, but he rolls his eyes. "Fine, just make it quick."

"Of course," Henrik promises, though there's a smile hiding in the corner of his lips. He gestures to the chair Chase had been sitting on before, and Chase obliges, though he's still sulking.

He hates every second of it. He refuses to look at the needle at all. He hates how uncomfortable that thing Henrik wraps around his arm is. He hates the smell of disinfectant and how cold the ball of cotton soaked with it is against the bend of his arm.

"I'm going to make it as quick as I can, but if I did it too quick I could hurt you," the doctor explains, placing a hand on Chase's arm. Chase doesn't look his way (the damn needle is right there), but he nods. "It will hurt, but it's not going to kill you or anything," he squeezes Chase's arm before letting go, smiling reassuringly. "Just breathe, okay?"

So that's what Chase concentrates on. Breathing. Not the pain of a damn pointy metal tube entering his arm, not the fact that it's poking right into one of his veins, not the fact that he'd rather be just about anywhere else right now. He breathes.

The pain stops quicker than he expects it to, and then Schneep is pressing a piece of cotton into his skin and he finally dares look. The vial with his blood is already safely out of his sight, and so is the needle.

"Hold it there for a bit," Henrik instructs and lets go of the cotton so that Chase can hold it down instead and he can go about his business. "Now that wasn't that bad, was it?"

"Yes, it was," Chase groans just for the sake of it. It wasn't exactly horrible, but he'd still rather never see a needle ever again in his life.

Henrik laughs and then returns to Chase with a sticker in his hand. "Here. For being so brave."

Chase tentatively lets go of the cotton on his arm (Henrik doesn't scold him for it, so he guesses he's all good) and takes the sticker, laughing as well. "Damn you, man," he turns the small piece of paper in his hand. It has a cute teddy bear on it. "Thanks though. I'm gonna stick it on Anti's forehead."

"If that's what you see fit."

"What better to fix my day than annoying my brother, right?" he laughs again just from thinking about it.

"I'm sure he will get you back somehow," Henrik adds, and Chase chuckles that yeah, he definitely will. The doctor digs into one of his pockets and fishes out two pieces of candy, handing them to Chase also. "And these are for Sammy and Grayson. I expect you to deliver them accurately."

"Wow, I'm over here getting stabbed for my blood and they're the ones who get candy?" Chase says, mock-offended, as he pockets the sweets and stands.

Henrik winks, though it's a little clumsy. "What kind of strange uncle would I be otherwise?"

Chase laughs and claps him on the shoulder. "Whatever, man. Thanks for everything. I think I'll really leave now."

"You're free to go," the doctor nods and escorts him to the door.

Chase turns back just before he leaves fully, wide grin on his face. "Oh, and tell me if you find anything cool in my blood! Maybe I secretly have superpowers or something!"

Henrik laughs as he watches his friend start to walk down the corridor. "Will do."

[immabethehero]

Hero’s Writing Masterlist!

OK, so it occurred to me that I should make my own writing masterlist in case anyone wants to read my work. So, here it is, from oldest to the newest!!!

JACKSEPTICEYE AND MARKIPLIER STORIES (mostly Jack)

The Time JJ Swallowed a Clock - Chase is haunted by a strange noise (my first ego story!!!)

A Little Theory - A general JSE theory I had way back when I was just getting started, that I put in story form

Shaky Hands and Flowers (Whumptober and Egotober) - Jameson finds pretty flowers....

Caught In an Explosion (Whumptober) - Marvin investigates a suspicious note

Pose (Egotober) - Chase prepares for CHASE

Wilford Saves Dark (Whumptober) - Wilford saves Dark, but at what cost?

Whump - Ransom (Whumptober) - An old enemy of Jackie’s has taken his younger brothers… will an new ally be able to save them?

Snipped Strings - You Rescue Jameson from Anti, but at what cost???

How Long Since You Slept? - Chase needs sleep after a long day of work

Jackie Defeats Anti (Old Version) - How the glitch bitch came to be

The Aftermath of Anti’s Lair - Chase explores an abandoned building

Cozy - Chase and Henrik spend a night together

Relax - Jameson recovers from a fever

Chase Laughs in His Sleep - A ghost haunts the egos with its terrifying laugh… or does it?

Jack VS Jackie - Jack and Jackie fight over the last cookie

That One Fish Girl’s Rescue - A little birthday gift for a friend, where her OC, Sei, rescues JJ and the egos from a storm

You’re Safe Now - Jameson is almost killed by a fall

Magnificent Spell - Jameson learns how to use slides for the first time!

Chase & the Treasure Hunt (Multi-chapter, on-going) - Chase receives an extra special birthday present

1, 

Static - While stuck in captivity, Jameson muses and receives an unexpected visitor

The Good Doctor Returns - Jameson comes to a revelation, and Schneep returns

Robbie - A day in the life of Robbie the Zombie, from squirrel chasing to a bubble outburst

Jackie’s Late BDay Present - A special fic written for Jackie, also a rewrite of how the Glitch Bitch came to be

And JJ Makes Three - Marvin’s birthday fic! Let’s see how Jameson escapes Anti’s wrath... and how Marvin finds him...

Schneeplestein Apparently Has a Heart - Henrik’s birthday story. Concerns how Chase joined the JSE egos.

Egotober #2 - Marvin must sing to break the stony spell on his brothers.

Marvin - A little drabble about the mysterious magician

Chase Returns! - Chase returns from a vacation. Henrik is a little too excited.

Henrik is Baymax - A new AU where Henrik is a robot. A personal healthcare companion, if you will ^u^

Hero Fever - Marvin wants to give Jackie a great birthday, but a cold and living furniture stand in his way

MegaMarvin - A glimpse of my newest au: Megamind but the JSE egos! - The Malevolent has a ghastly plan for the superheroes of Brighton City! If only the rest of the world was actually prepared for it.

Anti’s Halloween is Ruined - First story in my swap au! How Dr. Antisepticeye’s latest invention goes horribly wrong

Egotober:

Ink (2022)

ENCANTO

Watch Out For That Tree - A writing prompt where Mirabel tries sledding down a hill for the first time under the eye of Bruno.

Viva La Pancita de Bruno - A lil birthday gift for some friends

Encantober:

Caterpillar

Tragedy

Hugs

Casita

Present

Animal

Door

Miracle

Otter

Gift

Rat

Book

Parents

Milk

Rocking Around the Christmas Bruno - Bruno Madrigal has the colours of a tree... could he be the key to saving Christmas in Casita?

The Wake of a Miracle - A stranger who threatens Bruno inadvertently awakens Mirabel’s magical rage. My Encanto Big Bang story! Complete with lovely art!!!

How Well Do You Know Alma Madrigal? - A lil Mother’s Day fluff featuring a game show and a secret present

HAMILTON

Eliza and Angelica Kidnap Alex - Eliza goes to desperate measures just get her husband to take a break

ORIGINAL WRITING

The Little Mermaid - My own retelling of Hans Christian Andersern’s The Little Mermaid!

This will be updated of course! But here is my magnum opus for the mean time!

Here’s my Ao3! Might upload some Encanto stories here as well! - https://archiveofourown.org/users/PinkPancakeQueen/works

Here’s my Pinterest for those who read my bio: https://www.pinterest.ca/catherineleis16/_saved/

[anothersillyfanblog]

Metal face (egotober thingy)

They hadn’t gone to prom, to be honest they were never going to. They’d headed to the river with Jackie’s dad’s whisky and one goal- to celebrate.

Chase and Stacy arrived late, pulling up by the side of the bank. “Heya” Stacy smiled, approaching “Jack, hi, haven’t seen you in a while.” “Yeah, well you could’ve seen me sooner if you and your boyfriend weren’t so busy.” Jack tutted, smiling at her, then glancing over to his friend. “Other Jack brought the drinks, what do you have, then?” Chase reached into the car, grabbing a box of biscuits and throwing it to Jack. “Also we weren’t busy, there was traffic.” “Oh, you weren’t, were you? Mm, I see…” Jack smirked, turning back and walking over to Jackie. Stacy stuck her middle finger up at him, but grinned anyway.

-

“Imma climb it.” Jackie stated, matter-of-factly, looking up at metal fence in front of him. He’d never been great at dealing with alcohol, and neither was Chase- who wasn’t exactly being responsible. “Don’t do that…” Stacy sighed, knowing that nothing she said would make a difference, as Jackie began to clamber up the fence.

Well, he got to the top, scraping his knees on a the sharp, metal fence- which wobbled violently. “I fucking did it, I told you, I-“ aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand then he fell. “Shit.” Stacy rushed towards him, shaking her friend who simply groaned and lifted his head up slightly. “I did it, Stace.” He grumbled. “Yeah, I see that. Come on, let’s just go home…” she started packing up her stuff and heading to the car.

“Oh come on, Stacy, he’s fine.” Chase laughed. “No. He’s not, besides- this river is fucking weird. If you wanna meet up during the summer, play videogames, you can. But you heard about what happened today, about the sightings.” “Seriously?” “Well, I suppose you can walk home, then, can’t you, honey?” She said, as sarcastically as possible, knowing her boyfriend would never.

“Just go with her, Chase.” Jack said, helping Jackie into the car. Everyone had kinda forgot that he was there, when all the fence-stuff went down, but there he was. “Fine. Look mate, do you want a lift too?” Chase asked, but his friend shook his head. “No, I’ve got stuff to do.” “By the river?” “Yeah, by the river.”

So like, this is set in a uni au thing that I’m working on. Basically it’s set in the same universe as this other thing I’m writing (Wollte), so like yeah they’re all about 17 in this fic but in the generally au they’re like 19-early 20s so yay. Anyway, please enjoy!

[alliedoesstuff]

Egotober (Day 2) Experiment

(a few things before we start. I had no idea what to do with this, so it’s kind of bad. and this doesn’t connect to yesterdays story.)

Jack was worried for Robbie, he’d been locked up for a long time now. A few weeks ago he’d been discovered. Some government scientist had showed up and taken him away for “science.” This would be the first time that he’d seen him since he was locked up. Chase was anxious to see him, he’d missed Robbie. Schneep and Jackie had stayed home, as they’d never really like Robbie and they wanted to give Marvin alone time. Marvin had been a mess since Robbie was taken away. He’d be up late every night, worrying until he passed out from exhaustion. He was constantly worried about what they were doing to him. But now, Marvin was surprisingly calm. Even when they got out of the car and Marvin saw the people keeping Robbie captive. Even when they had to wait for twenty minutes because Robbie was freaking out. Marvin didn’t try to rush them, he sat, calmly and quietly. Too calm. Too quiet. They were finally taken back to see Robbie, and the sight broke Jack’s heart. Robbie look sad and afraid, sitting behind a thick, glass wall. He acted so different, like the life was sucked out of him. When Robbie saw them his eye lit up, he ran to the glass with unnatural speed for the zombie. Robbie pushed his face against the glass, as if he could will himself through. He looked desperate to get out. “Right now hes too dangerous to be let out.” One of the scientist said. “Bullshit.” Marvin said, tears streaming down his face. “Robbie is the sweetest zombie you’ll ever meet. And you're all fucking torturing him!” Jack and Chase were shocked, they’d never heard Marvin cuss before. The scientist led case and Jackie to another room to talk about the experiments, leaving Marvin behind with Robbie and two guards. “The experiments have been going decently well.” The lead scientist said. “Weve been able to conduct a few tests, but your zombie friends isn’t very cooperative, we’ve had to resort to drugging him-” “What!” Chase cut off. “It’s nothing extreme. It’s just to calm him down, as you can probably tell by his demeanor. We need him to be relaxed so that we can properly conduct our experiments. Now, though we still have a long way to go, he may be able to return to you i-” They were cut off by the sounds of screams from the hallway. They ran out to see Marvin hugging Robbie, who was now out of his glass prison. The guards were lying unconscious on the ground. Marvin heard them coming. He launched a fireball at the scientists, flinging them into the wall. “We need to leave.” Marvin said to Chase and Jack. They ran out of the building, avoiding guards in their attempt to save Robbie. The lead scientist picked themself off of the ground. They hit a button on the wall. “Calling all guards!” They said into a speaker on the wall. “The experiment has escaped.“

(yeah, I didn’t know what to do for this. it’s kind of sucky, I didn’t really like it. I have better ideas for the future, so look forwards to that.)

Kind of inspired by @spiffanywolfe‘s fic that she did a while ago.

@ego-surveillance-squad

[dragonlover123a]

I might be a little late, but should I write fics for Egotober? Or should I let people use the prompts for request ideas?

[ardenwritesegos]

Calm

Having a boyfriend with hypnotism powers comes with some fears. There’s always the worry of getting put under against your will. The worry that, in an instant, you will have control over yourself taken away. But when you trust someone enough, maybe that worry can go away.

It was your average 1am in the Iplier residence. This meant that Murdock was awake, sipping on a mug of tea, taking in the silence of nearly everyone else being asleep. At least he was, until Eric came knocking. He knew it was Eric from the five, soft, quick taps on the door. He was typically asleep at this hour. If Eric was awake and coming to Murdock, something had to be wrong.

Murdock softly opened the door, finding a sobbing, heaving mess behind it.

It was bad, really bad this time.

“What’s the matter?” The murderer was just going to cut to the chase. Asking if he was okay was pointless in this situation. He already knew the answer.

“I…” Eric blubbered, barely able to get words out. He took a small breath before continuing.

“I had another nightmare,” this was a common occurrence when it came to Eric. With a dad as overall horrible as Derek, you couldn’t really leave that without some trauma. For Eric, that trauma came with intense, realistic nightmares; ones that left him turning to the others for help. It wasn’t usually Murdock, though. Eric didn’t want to accidentally bump into the man without his sunglasses on. Murdock was already self-conscious about accidentally hypnotizing innocents as it was. Eric didn’t want to add to that stress.

Still, at the moment, Murdock was the only one awake. Eric had a feeling he would be awake since he had an idea about his sleep patterns and knew that they weren’t so good. Hopefully this wouldn’t be too much of a bother.

“Come in,” Murdock waved his hand, letting Eric in silently. Inside were dark purple walls, with dark wood furniture. In one of those pieces of furniture—the shelves—leaned glass boxes of collectible knives. Next to his bed sat a wheeled tray of tea, including a kettle plugged into an outlet.

“Would you like some Sleepytime tea?” Murdock offered, gesturing to the makeshift tea set.

“It may help calm you down,” the murderer didn’t know much else to do. He wasn’t the comforting sort, at least not usually. He spent his time singing abusers and traffickers to their deaths. That didn’t make for a warm heart, but for Eric, he would try.

Eric nodded his head timidly. Murdock grabbed a mug and poured hot water in. The kettle was already heated up, after all. The killer grabbed his box of nighttime herbal tea and placed a bag of it into the cup.

“You can sit down if you’d like,” Murdock pointed to his bed with a thick, royal purple comforter. Eric gently sat down on the fluffy bed as the murderer handed him his tea and sat next to him on the bed.

“Would you like to talk about it?” Eric shook his head quickly, sniffling his nose. He was shaking, like a child who wondered why his parents hit him. That was close enough to the truth. How could Murdock possibly comfort him like this?

Murdock got a spur of the moment idea, one that Eric probably wouldn’t like.

“I can…” Murdock hesitated, this seeming very manipulative as he was going over it in his head.

“Make you feel better, if you’d like,” Eric blushed, getting the complete wrong idea.

“No, no not like that,” Murdock reassured.

“My powers can calm anyone from anything,” he explained.

“But I’ll only do it if you want me to,” Eric seemed to be thinking it over for a moment.

After what felt like forever, Eric nodded. This was his partner. Why would he hurt him? After all, Murdock did avoid using his powers on everyone else, so using them like this was a big deal; something not to take lightly. He was willing to take a chance.

Murdock took off his sunglasses, eyes closed once they were off.

“On the count of three, I will open my eyes,” the murderer prepared Eric. He knew how much his partner needed preparation. Hell, anyone would need to be prepared for this.

“One…” the killer’s voice went low and deep.

“Two…three,” Murdock’s eyelids slowly went up. In an instant, Eric was captivated by the swirling purple and black in his eyes. It went in the same direction over and over and over again; perfect clockwise motion. He couldn’t think of much else, his nightmare fading into the background.

“Your body is still,” his voice was soft, warm…Eric wanted to wrap it around him like a blanket. Eric’s body all at once stopped shaking.

“Your mind is quiet,” all remaining worries faded away like they never existed. Eric was being made numb, but it wasn’t a cold, empty numbness. It was one full of care and love. He wasn’t a toy, he wasn’t a puppet. The spiral held his soul gently in its hands. Nothing could hurt him, he was safe and sound.

Safe and sound…

Safe…

Sound…

No other sounds, but him and—

His still body contradicted with his pulsing heart.

“Your breaths are even, your heart is steady,” All at once, the oversight was corrected. Eric found himself taking deep, comforting breaths. With each one, his pulse became steadier, less consuming. He was completely sheltered, wrapped in an embrace he never wanted to leave.

“You are tired,” Murdock’s words became gradually slower.

“It’s late…you need rest,” the murderer’s voice went as low as it could go.

He was right. Eric was having trouble keeping his eyes open, eyelids drifting down…down…down…

“When you hear a snap, you will fall asleep,” the guiding voice was nearly a whisper.

“It will be deep and dreamless,” what a relief.

Deep…

Dreamless…

He could finally be at peace.

He waited patiently for the echoing crack that would announce his rest. It felt like an eternity; a blissful, serene eternity, until—

The snapping of fingers next to his right ear. He could almost hear it echo before he fell on his back and his vision went black.

There he was.

Eric Derekson, laying on the end of Murdock’s bed like a puppy, calmer than he’d ever been in his existence. The killer’s mouth curved upwards. They wouldn’t make a habit of it. Murdock knew, after all, how it could become an addiction. He would reserve it for emergencies such as these.

For now, Murdock had two cups of tea to finish.

[terrestrialstuff]

Fact of the fic: my brother’s name is Yann so writing this fic was weird when I imagined my 13-years old brother as Yandere… But this was fun to write. Yandere/Anti is now my brotp. I feel like they would bond over knives or something. Yan would see Anti as a father figure (I hc Yan as something like 16/17 years old). Anyway, enjoy!

Moodboard

Yandere was thrilled because he’d received his first knife for his birthday. It was a beautiful knife, crafted specially for him. Sure it was a bit small but it was beautiful, and - most importantly - discreet enough that he could bring it to school with him. He couldn’t do anything at school right now as his last victim had only been a few days ago. Fortunately no one suspected him so he knew he could go back to killing anyone who so much as dared to look in Senpai’s direction.

Yandere was happy that all the egos had gathered for his birthday but he was sad that one person in particular couldn’t make it. Well two, actually but he was too shy to ask Senpai to his birthday. The person he thought would show up but didn’t was Anti. Yan had always liked him, he was one of the only Jack’s egos that Yan could stand. Unfortunately, Anti was in England right now and couldn’t make it to Yan’s birthday party.

After the gift came the cake and damn, did the egos outdid themselves! The cake was almost three feet high and covered in a frosting that made it look like it was covered with blood. Yandere was wondering how they were going to eat it all before it went to waste when the cake exploded and Anti came out with a big smile on his face. Yan squeaked and ran to his friend, hugging him. Anti was a bit surprised but he let himself be hugged; he wasn’t used to hugs but Yan had always been an exception.

“Anti! I’m so happy that you’re here! I thought you couldn’t come?” the red-haired boy exclaimed once he’s let go of the other man.

“Well I may have only said that to surprise you. Did it work?” Anti had a smug grin on his face. He was really happy he got to see his friends again.

“Did it work? Oh man you being here is the best gift of all!”

“Good because I didn��t bring any gift with me.”

Yan was intrigued. anti had always brought him a personal gift, even when he’d participate in the group gift.

“It’s okay you know. You being here is already more than I thought I’d have.” he lied. Having Anti here was indeed a good gift but he thought his friend would’ve actually gotten him something.

Anti knew that his friend was disappointed. And he had every right to be. Anti did show up to his birthday party without any present, didn’t he? No, of course he didn’t. It’s just that Anti’s gift was not a material gift.

“While may not have a gift for you, I do have something planned for us. so let’s go grab some cake and then the real fun begins.”

Yandere was intrigued as to what Anti had in store but he was excited. The more time he could spend with Anti the happier he was. They had to wait for a bit, though because they still hadn’t had any cake and Anti wanted to talk to some of the egos before leaving.

After about an hour, once everybody was full of cake, Anti and Yan took their leave. On the way out, Anti made sure to take Yan’s new knife with them.

“I did some research on my way here. I have a name and an address, we can go there and pay them a visit tonight.”

“What kind of visit are we talking about here?” Anti had a lot of very different ways of paying someone a visit depending on the person they were visiting.

“They liked a dozen of Senpai’s pictures on Instagram in the last twenty four hours,” explained Anti matter-of-factly.

“Oh. This kind of visit.” Yan smiled. Anti always had the best gifts for him.