#taikeero-lecordier

[breakingsomething]

dark silence

@taikeero-lecoredier this one's for you! this got very, very long. 2.3k words, in fact. but i'm glad i finally got it written! please enjoy.

basic summary: chase's late night milk run goes horribly wrong.

trigger warnings: blood, descriptions of gore and injury

all chase wanted was a bottle of milk.

it was late at night, almost eight. chase hated to be that asshole that came into the store right at closing time, but he and the others were planning on making hot chocolate and watching the good place, and he wouldn't want for them to miss that. it was his fault, as henrik said, for using the last of the milk in his tea, so he'd been nominated to go get more. that made perfect sense. perfect sense that he'd have to walk down the dark, silent streets to the nearest convenience store to buy milk. it was his own fault, after all.

this was sad. why was he freaking out so much? he'd been down this exact route hundreds of times in his life. he could've made it there blindfolded. but for some reason, the combination of the cold darkness and the lack of people out was making his heart pound, his breaths quickening as he raced through an alleyway to get to the store quicker.

it was bright and slightly warmer inside, calming chase's nerves. he smiled at the shopkeeper as he paid and took his time putting his change away. no one else was in the store anyway. everything was unnerving quiet and empty.

back outside, clutching a bottle of milk in hand. the streetlights outside the store along the street had gone out.

chase stopped dead, taking shaky breaths, considering. he could, theoretically, call henrik and ask him to come get him. but he pushed that thought from his mind as soon as it arrived. what was he, five? he couldn't call henrik just because he was a bit scared of the dark. no, he corrected himself. he wasn't scared of the dark. just…creeped out, that was all. that was all.

he took a deep breath and started forwards.

with the streetlamps out, it was pitch black. he passed the carton from hand to hand, his fingers numb with cold and fear, shaking slightly. oh, how he wished he hadn't had that tea earlier. then it could be jackie or henrik who was down here. that thought made him feel slightly guilty, but he shook his head and pressed on.

something cracked behind him. he jumped, whirling round to face nothing but empty blackness behind him. fuck, fuck, but he was scared.

someone was following him. something was following him.

he started walking faster. he wished he had headphones to put in music and not hear the whispering, the crunching, the giggling, the footsteps, and fuck, now he was running, he was running and there was laughter roaring in his ears, and he was so close to home, or he should be, he should be, home was right through this alleyway -

and all the lights in the alley were bright, bright red.

three streetlamps along the right side of the wall, casting the wet floor in a wave of neon scarlet. the intense colour of it hurt chase's eyes, and hs squinted. at the end of the alley, he could see the block of flats, just across the street. fuck, he could see their living room window from here.

all he had to do was go through this red alley.

he couldn't bring himself to move. he couldn't catch his breath. his feet were bound to the floor beneath him.

take one step. the only other route is an extra ten minutes, and your brothers are waiting for you. stop being such a crybaby, don't make them wait, just go. just go.

he took a step, and instantly the alley was plunged into darkness.

all he could hear was his own trembling breaths.

there was a hand on his sleeve there was a hand on his neck there was a hand on his hat there was a hand in his hair there was -

a man, standing at the end of the suddenly illuminated alleyway.

chase just stared. it was all he could do.

the man looked… familiar. even just his silhouette. he was average height, average build, wearing a cap on his head. for some reason, chase's mind wasn't functioning, everything was going slowly and it took all his strength to take another step, further into the alley, in line with the first red streetlamp. from here, despite the black shadows casting his face, chase could see him smile.

"jack?" he blurted. it was the first name that came to mind, seeing that man. his smile disappeared.

"jack," the man at the end of the alley repeated. even his voice was jack's, but it was horrendously distorted, the tone dipping up and down in pitch. he said no more, just stood there, his body drifting in and out of focus.

chase took another step forwards. behind the man, chase could see the lights of the houses. the wind ruffled through his hair.

"who are you?" he shouted, his voice far braver and steadier than he felt. "what do you want from me?"

"who are you?" the man mimicked in the voice of a child, and a glitch ran through his body, so wrong against this real life setting. "what do you want from me?"

chase's boots splashed in the red puddles. he was in line with the second lamp now, and he felt tears of panic pricking his eyes. "can you leave me alone? please, please, i need to get h-home, i need to get away!"

by now, he understood. he knew what was happening. that didn't make him fear this any less. a jolt went through him as he realized that the hat the man was wearing was his own. chase's hair was hanging free in a loose bun, the scar on the side of his head showing for anyone to see.

this time, it was the man that stepped forwards, into the light.

he looked different from the last time chase had seen him. he had a yellow scarf wrapped round his bandaged neck. his bare arms were covered in scars, mostly in the areas where jack's tattoos were. his wildly curly hair was brown now, poking out from the sides of chase's grey and pink hat. when he smirked, a fang pointed out from his mouth.

"jinx!" anti crowed. he spread his arms out, grinning as his eyes turned a solid black. "ah, ah, what a long time it's been! last time i really spoke to you, jack's neck had never even seen a knife, haha!" he giggled maniacally, and chase noticed the huge kitchen knife in his hand. how hadn't he seen that already?

"aiden," chase said. his voice shook. "i don't - i don't understand."

the man's face darkened into a sneer. "don't ever fucking call me by that name if you want to keep your pathetic little tongue, jinx."

chase subtly patted his pockets, searching for anything that he could use against the glitch. all he had was the milk in his hand, a packet of cigarettes, and a lighter. what a fat lot of use that was.

anti took an exaggerated step forwards, lining himself up with the third lamp. they were so close to each other now, so close that chase could have counted the freckles covering his face and arms, could see the white scars tracing down his face from his eyes. they were new. chase didn't remember those.

"jinx, jinx," anti crooned softly. his hand touched chase's face, gently lifting his chin up. "oh, i have wanted to speak to you like this for so long now. even before i had your dear arzt in my possession." he tossed back his head and flickered his eyes, and when he lowered his head they were brown again. "ah, and the doctor was so fun! his screams were lovely, jinx, you should have heard them!" he laughed like he had been regaling a funny story rather than recounting tales of his brother's torture. "he called out your name so often. of course, he stopped when i put the tip of my blade on his tongue and pressed down with the promise of -"

chase whacked anti in the side with the bottle of milk.

he hadn't thought it through. anti doubled over for only a brief second, immediately straightening and lunging for chase. chase cried out as anti seized his wrist and slammed him into the wall, kicking his shins in to prevent him from rising again. before he could even try to move, anti's knife was - oh, oh. it was slicing through his sleeve across his arm like it was nothing. oh, fuck.

chase howled in agony, the wound instantly throbbing and spilling blood down his shirt. he clutched at it, sinking into himself in an effort to avoid being injured again. all the fight had instantly gone out of him.

"please, please," he whimpered. god, he was pathetic. anti had crouched down in front of him, and chase forced himself to look into his eyes, tears pouring from his own and stinging when they fell onto his arm. "god, fuck, no more."

anti was laughing loudly. "well fuck, jinx, i thought you could handle far more than that! only one little cut, not even a vein or anything! do you know what your brother had to go through in his time with me?" his hand gently brushed over chase's neck. "maybe you should ask him the next time you see him."

chase squeezed his eyes shut. breathe. breathe. "where are my children? louise, connor? please, please, aiden…" he cracked his eyelids open again, fresh tears spilling out. "please tell me they're ok."

for a moment anti was silent. then he frowned. "that's the wrong name to use if you want any answers out of me."

the fingers that were gracing his neck suddenly squeezed, instantly cutting off all of chase's air and causing him to gasp, clawing at the wall behind him in an attempt to pull himself up. anti just watched, amused, the knife in his other hand tapping playfully on chase's thighs.

"ba - stard -" chase spat, his chest heaving with need to get air, air, air. without warning, anti got to his feet, pulling chase up with him. he couldn't get his footing, and desperately grabbed anti's arms, wheezing. the red lights blurred as tears obscured his vision entirely

"ant - can't - breathe!" he spluttered. "can't -"

anti let go as suddenly as he'd grabbed him. chase collapsed to the wet floor, coughing and spluttering, but before he could even get his breath anti's knife was right against his throat. "fucking pathetic, pathetic, pathetic, your weak older brother could handle more than this! ah, maybe it's a good thing me and dapper have your kids, you're clearly no good for them, what kind of a fucked up role model are you? drinking, fighting in bars, are you some kind of wild animal?" he dug the blade into chase's skin, and he could feel small trails of blood seeping from it. "do you need to be tamed, jinx?"

and for some reason, there was only one thing that chase took from that whole furious spiel.

"who's dapper?"

anti's expression changed from smug satisfaction to shock to pure rage. "shit," he mumbled.

and then the knife was in chase's neck it was ripping through skin and the front of his body was wet with hot blood practically spouting from the wound and that wasn't all, that wasn't all, there were stabbing pains in his arm, slashing though him, he tried to scream and copper bubbled into his mouth and the world -

went black.

he woke in hospital.

"chase? hey, bro, you awake?"

his eyelids were too heavy to raise. he could feel his arm hairs standing on end from the cold already, a chill going through his aching body. and fuck, all the pain hit him at once. it burned, and he could feel each individual cut, each bruise. chase groaned loudly. even that movement alone caused his throat to scream with pain. god, everything hurt. he wanted to cry.

"chase!" it was jackie. fuck, it was jackie, reddish hair and dark blue eyes and big round glasses perched on his crooked nose. he leaned over chase, concern etched into his face. "shit, shit, i'm so glad you're ok, i thought you were going to - i thought -" he sobbed noisily, covering his face with his hands. "i'm going to kill that bastard!"

chase's throat burned. he raised his hand and softly touched the bandages on his neck. ah, now he remembered what anti had done.

"ja'ie," he tried, but his voice caught and he couldn't get the words out. "di'nt… ge' th' milk home..."

jackie blinked, then laughed, tears streaming down his face. "you're really worried about the milk? chase, we thought he'd killed you! there was so much - so much bl-blood, so much -" he sniffled, his chest shaking. "fuck."

chase leaned his head further into the pillows of the hospital bed. the walls were a pale blue, he could see now, and there was a lot of equipment - he couldn't think of any names. shit, had anti really cut his throat?

"you're lucky henrik got there quickly," jackie said, scrubbing at his face with his sleeve. "we went out looking when you didn't come back and we saw the red light from our window. fuck, we were so scared, chase." he ran his fingers through his hair, letting out a trembling breath. "chase, it was - it was… anti, right? not…"

chase nodded. not marvin, he communicated. not marvin.

jackie nodded, more tears threatening to fall. "ok," he murmured. "henrik is getting some food at the vendies, he'll be up soon. you'll be ok, we'll be ok. this is ok."

chase couldn't even muster the energy to respond. he just closed his eyes and listened to his friend break down, the light behind his eyes a dangerous red.

[pilotryearchive]

hey! im really late but thank you for the help,it was the exact fic i had in mind,i really love your writing :D wishing u the best with your coursework,i'm excited to see what u got in store for michael :) merry christmas to you if you celebrate it! if not ,happy hollidays :)

aaa omg fhdhdhd thank you!! i’m glad you like my writing! that fic is one of my proudest, i wish you a happy holidays too, or a merry christmas if you celebrate it (i celebrate both yule and christmas), as always, the michael content is a bit sad, but is a direct sequel to something @rocketgayng wrote, which i drew a comic for!

[image id: a digital drawing that is meant to resemble a crying cursed emoji, the drawing however, has long shaggy hair, and a hiking style hat on, meant to resemble the artist. id end]

[kisstheashes]

hey ash! i hope uve been well. i finally got around to reading the request u did for me. im so sorry it took me this long to come back and read it,i was away from tumblr for reasons - i hope you're alright! and thank you so much for writing it,i really enjoyed your take on this concept !

Hey, it's alright! We all have different schedules, time available, ect. I don't really expect anything from anyone online cause everyone does shit different

I'm glad you liked it though! I'm working on a sequel to it too, so stay tuned for that 😉

[astraltrain]

hm, i think i'll keep sending you those so i can steal your reactions pics :D

here

[orkidays]

that marvin drawing? *chef kiss* super gorgeous,i really dig that new marvin design :D

Thank you!!!!! :'D

Youre so nice

Im glad you liked it!

[vaporwavepan]

Its true,Marvin do have a lot of potential aha,honestly who doesn't like the magic boy? Oh also,if you wanna don't hesitate to tag me in your future jse fanart!i'd love to see more of it!

Oops sorry! Sent before I could answer KDBSMBS

But aAAAAA TYSM!!!

[10th-no-name-person]

Motivation alas can't be controlled,but i hope you have fun doing these animations!You got this!

Thank you hun uwu 🖤

[inspiredrawaw]

hiyo! have you seen the egoshiptember prompts going around ? :D i thought you may be interested by this !

Hello!

I have! And I am interested in it! Hopefully by the time it’s October I’ll have the animatic either finished or super close to finishing and I’ll be able to participate in egoshiptober!

And I might end up just drawing every prompt as marvelsepticeye :D

[breakingsomething]

“You are my dearest friend. My deepest love. You are the best part of me.” with anti to jack? please dont hesitate to change the prompt a bit in case it sounds too shippy if you see what i mean,i thought the basic idea would fit your relationship of anti and character jack in your stories!

three knocks, one after the other.

aiden ignores every one.

"aiden? are… you ok in there?" he hears jack hesitate. "i've been worried about you."

i'm sure you have.

he sits up on his bed slightly before laying back down, sighing quietly. was it worth getting up? should he even bother? scrubbing at his face, he makes a small noise of confirmation. "i'm fine, jay. doing fantastic. you can go do your own thing now."

was he a little bitter that jack had spent the last two days out recording stuff with other people and he'd been alone? maybe. yes. he'd been lonely, and in all honestly, just fucking miserable. not that he felt a lot different these days whether jack was with him or not.

jack clicks his tongue softly. "can i come in? just to talk to you, or you can yell at me for being an asshole if you want. whichever works."

despite himself, aiden finds a small smile work itself onto his face. he quickly forces it back down. jack can't just make one joke and have aiden be back on his side again. he would have to work for his friendship back. "sure, come in," he says, making sure to keep his voice free from any emotion that might make jack think he was any less mad at him.

jack opens the door, his grass green hair the brightest thing he can see. he shoots aiden a grin, doing finger guns as he kicks the door shut behind him. "hey, hey," he says, wincing at aiden's glare and sitting at the end of his bed. aiden looks away, staring at the wall.

there's a pause. "so what do you want, then?" jack asks, folding his hands and twirling his thumbs around each other. aiden closes his eyes. "for me to talk to you, for you to talk to me, for you to yell at me and call me an asshole? cause, uh…" jack shifts, crossing his legs. "i have been one lately, haven't i?"

"just a bit," aiden mumbles, running his fingers down his arm. all the anger he had planned to throw at jack is completely gone, leaving him feeling a bit empty. "it's fine, whatever. i don't wanna say anything."

suddenly, jack lies down next to aiden, making him yelp. "hey, dickhead, this is my bed!"

"ah, there it is," jack grins. "knew we couldn't have one conversation in which you didn't call me some variation of asshole."

"well, you are one," aiden scoffs. however, he turns round to face jack, scowling. "although i say it with love."

jack raises an eyebrow. "was that sarcasm?"

"you tell me."

jack lets a hand rest of aiden's shoulder, smile fading. "i'm sorry i'm... not a great person sometimes. i don't mean to - to get so caught up in my work."

aiden softens. "no, it's cool." he hesitates before continuing. he was definitely gonna regret saying this later. "you're my best friend, and i love you, k? you're… literally the best part of me."

jack smiles widely. "aww, aid -"

"even if you are an asshole," aiden continues, grinning. "and a dick, and a forgetful dumbass, and -"

"ok, ok, i get it, you bastard!"

they laugh, and aiden feels slightly warmer than before.

[breakingsomething]

“Okay, breathe for me.” and “Do you feel good enough to eat?” with henrik to chase :) ?

trigger warnings: implied self harm

"chase, mein freund. listen to my voice, please."

chase squeezes his eyes shut tighter and sobs, breath hitching. he feels like his chest is getting tighter, tighter, and he wraps his arms further around himself. oh, but he's starting to feel lightheaded.

over the rushing in his ears, he hears henrik let out a breath. "chase, can i touch your arm? is that ok?"

chase manages to nod, his head spinning. henrik gently brushes his hand against his shoulder, grounding him, pulling him back to earth. "ok, breathe for me. try and breathe for me. in for four, hold for seven, out for eight. do that. i'll be right here."

chase does so, still shaking slightly but no longer biting his lip or scratching himself. his friend moves his hands away from his arms, making small soothing noises to calm him. "there, you're doing so well. gut gemacht, well done, i'm so proud of you."

chase finally opens his eyes, the last of the tears spilling out onto his cheeks. he can see the pieces of broken glass behind his friend, swept back so chase couldn't hurt himself. henrik smiles encouragingly, which only makes chase want to cry even more.

"why are you proud?" he manages. "i'm a fucking failure, hen. the only reason you st-stick around is cause you - cause we have the same face. otherwise you'd leave too."

henrik shakes his head rapidly. "oh, chase, no," he murmurs. he plants both hands on chase's shoulders, looking him right in the eye. "listen to me for a second. chase, you are one of my best friends. you -" he hesitates, bowing his head slightly. "i don't know what i would have done to myself had i not met you, ok? you saved my fucking life again and again without ever even knowing it. so don't you dare tell me, don't you dare even think about telling me you're a failure. because you are not. because you made me happy when no one else could. because you are chase brody, and you mean the world to me."

chase says nothing for a moment, his chest aching, blinking rapidly. he suddenly has so much to say, but can't get the words out.

henrik seems to understand. "do you think you feel good enough to eat?" he says softly. chase nods, tears pouring down his face.

"ok. let's get you up, out of this bathroom, we'll go eat and talk and things." he takes chase's arm and helps him stumble to his feet. "let's go. let's go, good job."

chase leans into his friend and holds onto him tightly.

[astraltrain]

owo?

[astraltrain]

jaffa is a bed criminal

he IS and he will pay for his crimes

[astraltrain]

marvin is a litol cat. dasit. he canot change it

HFGFGHFHG he is just a baby that is all

[breakingsomething]

BUPI I WAS HOOKED THROUGH THIS ENTIRE THING ALL THE WAY THIS WAS SO GOOD HHHH-- your writing is super good and poor chase,even at the end he felt bad for not bringing the milk home-- and the fact anti let the info on dapper slip up--I LOVED IT ALL THANK YOU SO MUCH

ahhh dude ty ty ty!!

ahh yeah poor chase was a bit delirious at the end there wasn't he. jackie's like "dude you just got stabbed??" and chase is sobbing like "BUT THE MILK JACKIE -"

and yeah anti really fucked that one didn't he? anti goes home like

[breakingsomething]

dude,your MIND I absolutely loved that fic for chase's b-day and like,, i think its because im super attached to cats it really hit me close to home so tbh that fic really went straight for my heart,i lvoed how this fic isnt pure fluff either,with the ebginning tlaking about chase's past,and how he took the other for anti--hgn,dude,your writing,,so good,thank you for creating

aaaaaa dude!!! thank you!!!!! yeah i tried not to go too hard on the angst but i kinda had to include some to make the ending hit harder! poor chase has a history of having shitty birthdays so he needed to have one day where he could be happy :DD

and oh boy you'll be seeing more of little jaffa cake in the future!! i literally started this fic like two hours ago so it might take a while to figure out what to do with her but she'll be here for a long time to come, don't you worry :))

[astraltrain]

someone mentionned that it'd be cool to have anti as galdos,whats your thoughts on this

A BIG EPIC YES