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pxppet · 27 days

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Rings

A short thing about my Jameson and Anti, in which Anti gifts Jameson signs of his ownership.

[CW for blood, possessive relationship, abusive husband, mentions of rot and maggots]

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Gentle whirring fills the room, deafening to him, as the machine’s needle traces bee sting lines into Jameson’s throat. He is sitting still. Patient. Still. As Anti told him to. Or else, or else. But he can’t stop the tears pricking his eyes or the slight heaving of his chest as his master works. He has his eyes closed, but he can feel Anti staring at him, eating him up and making him feel like squirming.

“Still,” Anti’s voice comes, a single word command that freezes Jameson into a statue. “We’re almost done, sweetheart. Look at me, hey.”

JJ opens his eyes, allowing a tear to escape and slide down his cheek. Anti’s thumb moves upward and brushes it away, the overgrown nails of his host body dangerously close to his eye. Jameson does not flinch. “What are you drawing?” JJ dares to question. Thankfully, Anti just smiles at him, his eyes fading from black into more human-like green ones as he regards his husband.

“It’s my mark, Bluejay.” His hand rests very lightly on the half-done circle he’s tracing around Jameson’s neck with the tattoo gun. “My blood is in it. It binds you to me.” Anti smiles, his face subtly shapeshifting with his glamor and becoming softer with healthy round cheeks, shining curly hair and a boyish smile. “Forever.”

JJ smiles at him, or tries to anyway. His lip is trembling slightly from the pain. “Thank you, Anti,” he signs, A-husband, A-knife, as his name goes.

“No need to thank me, pet,” he coos, grabbing his chin and wiggling his head back and forth. “Though I do have something for you, once we’re done.”

Jameson perks up with curiosity, but then the tattoo gun is moving back to his skin, right over his jugular, which makes him hiss air through his teeth with pain. It touches down, lifts, touches down, lifts, in a circular pattern. JJ wonders what it will be. Anti had spent quite a bit more time on the back of his neck, but JJ counts his blessings that the front is seemingly quicker.

Eventually, Anti hums with satisfaction and sets down the gun. He wipes the new markings clean, clearing the excess ink and spots of blood. “Want to see, Jay?” Jameson nods, hesitant. His hand flexes in the handcuff Anti attached to the table, just in case – even though JJ would never run. Anti holds a mirror up to him. Jameson observes a dotted line circling his entire neck that leads to a smaller circle wrapping around his adam’s apple.

“This is on the back,” Anti says, drawing a piece of paper into his view, “My symbol. My name.” His voice is soft, distant, as though his thoughts are elsewhere. The symbol is a rather complex seeming sigil that makes no sense to JJ. Anti grins at Jameson with a mouth of dog’s teeth, touching his collarbone. He touches Anti’s hand, shaking minutely. “What do we say?”

“Thank you,” JJ offers him the simple sign shyly.

“That’s a good boy. Would you like your gift now?”

JJ nods, nervousness overridden by curiosity for now. Anti reaches into the back pocket of his black jeans, fishing around with a curse. Pulling out a small black box, he turns back to him, a certain light filling his face. Jameson tries not to so obviously bask in his husband’s rare good mood. “Jameson, lover and light of mine,” he purrs, “Pet and husband. Mine.” He pulls open the box, revealing a small gold ring, a simple band with only a single small sapphire implanted into the band. Jameson feels his mouth fall open faintly, staring at it with widened eyes.

Anti’s fingers come up and tap his mouth shut, laughing. “What, did you think I’d never propose properly? Just because you were given to me already mine doesn’t mean I can’t treat you to something nice.” Anti feels his appearance shift, Henrik’s sharp face, Marvin’s full beard, Chase’s freckles and doe eyes all filled in with black, and Jameson’s own curled hair, dark and highlighted with silver by the sunlight from the window – he is terrifying and beautiful, and he knows it.

JJ takes him in very obviously, his eyes beginning to water as he leans forward against Anti’s chest, overwhelmed. He’s not treated to gifts very often, and it makes him sheepish and distant with embarrassment. “Thank you, A-husband. Thank you.” He signs shakily against Anti’s chest. Anti taps his chin and chest, pulls the hands away softly. “Love, cherish, love,” he promises to him. JJ cannot sign it back because of his cuffed hand, so he simply nuzzles at Anti’s neck in appreciation.

Anti picks up Jamie’s free hand, regarding the thick keloid in the center from when he put a knife through it, and all the minute scars around it. His beautiful handiwork. He kisses the scar, and then slips the wedding band onto his ring finger. “To have and to hold, ‘til death do us part. You are mine to treasure until the day I kill you.”

Jameson nods in agreement, examining the band with wide eyes. It’s so beautiful – a blue stone for Anti’s bluejay. He runs his thumbs over it, loving. But there’s a subtle sickness in his guts at those words, "‘til death." Anti has already promised to him that the day Jameson dies, it will be because Anti decided it – he is not allowed to die on his own. And Jameson had promised in return to stay with him until that time comes. His gaze darkens with bitterness for a moment, like maggots crawling in his stomach. He shivers and he thumbs the ring, his cuffed hand clenching on itself as Anti moves around putting things away.

Jameson can practically already feel the rolling of worms beneath his flesh – he will be a dead thing on Anti’s floor one day. As Anti comes to kiss his forehead and lead him to their bed with promises of consummation, Jameson feels like he might already be that dead, rotten thing, being eaten away on his husbands floor.

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huffle-dork · 10 months

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Curiosity Killed the Cat with return later this week!!

Brand new chapter releasing soon!! Chapter 12: The Grand Finale!

Catch up on previous chapters here!

#jacksepticeye #marvin the magnificent #septicart #jse fanfiction #curiosity killed the cat #cktc #I’m finally finishing it guys!!#it hasn’t been a year shut up!!#..it has it has almost been a year OTL #imma finally finish it tho I swear to GOD #I’m sooo close

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septiccoffeefreak · 5 months

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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.

#original posts #my immortal #my immortal copypasta #my immortal parody #altrverse #jse egos #jacksepticeye egos #light vent #ventpost #writing #fanfiction #jse fanfiction

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kalcifers-blog · 5 months

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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!!!!)

⚠️CW: descriptions of gore, hospitals, psychological horror, mental deterioration, acts of violence and loss of sanity.⚠️

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.

#jacksepticeye #jse egos #jse #the magnus archives #tma #tma style fanfic #jse community #henrik von schneeplestein #jse fanfiction #fanfic #jse ego fanfic #kal writes #kalcifers blog #kalcifer

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cakethefabulousart · 5 months

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A Demons Deal...

(note that this is my first public fanfic and i am still learning <3 )

Chapter 1 The deal

The night was young and the air was sweet with the fresh smell of rain, it having rained not too long ago. Out on this night and down a bit into the city, there was a man clothed in red with a green floof of hair poking out from his hood, he had a blue mask on that hid his identity while he strolls the streets, it identifying that he is in fact a superhero.

This man seemed to be distracted, earplugs in and hands tucked into his pockets as he kept his gaze down at the footpath. Honestly it just looked like he was just wondering around the streets with no intention, just so, alone… he sighs as he finally stopped, stopping in front of a rather dark alleyway to his right, he looks into the dark void that the alley appeared as “fuck it.” He spoke in a rather low but soft voice that sounded broken, just hesitating for a moment before pulling out a piece of paper, reading it one last time before shoving it into his pocket and walking into the darkness.

As the hero walked through the darkness he had grabbed his torch to light up his way through, looking around until he spotted a dark green door, it was odd looking like as if it wasn’t meant to be there in the first place.. “Huh.. is that it..?” the man muttered to himself as he approach it, reaching out to touch it and when the feeling of what should be cold metal, it didn’t and in fact it was tingly like strange glitches or some sort of fuzzy static feeling.

When the hero had touched the door a hand had suddenly reached out through the door!? It had grabbed him and pulled him in “what the fuck!?!-” he squeaks as he couldn’t stop the hand from pulling him in. he was admittedly scared when he got pulled in, but prepared for a fight if this was one.

“Jackie.. I see you accepted my message.” a voice that was a bit more scratchy yet distorted had spoke, the voice coming from what had pulled him in. before the hero was a smaller man who slouched and wore black and ripped clothes, he had piercing neon green eyes that stair down jackie, they were odd as they glow and had a cat like slit pupil, sharp and small as if watching their pray. This unnatural human as well had pointed ears that twitch a little, listening to things around them, this creature grins after a moment, taking a step back “honestly i didn’t expect you to actually accept it, wow! So interesting!” he chirped with mischief in the back of his tone “i can say the same for myself..” Jackie replied as he stairs back at the other.

The other that stood in front of Jackie tilted his head, noticing something different about the hero, looking him up and down “you good?” “no..” “huh okay!” he shrugs and turned around and walks in a direction, gesturing for the hero to follow him. Jackie followed him after a moment of hesitation, keeping his eyes on the other “so.. Why aren’t you attacking me, Anti..?” he asked with confusion, genuinely not sure why he was just letting him walk freely behind him.

The two walked through the dark room, going pretty far down until they reached another door. Anti had opened it and walked in with Jackie, it being much brighter in there as it looked as if a normal apartment “huh, wasn’t expecting this” “hm? What, you think I just live like a crusty creature in the darkness??” Anti spoke back as he went to sit down on the table, his legs swinging back and forth a tad now “uuhh.. Nevermind.” Jackie honestly felt more relaxed in here then he did outside. But now that he was there and Anti was there, he makes eye contact with the demon and walks up to him, offering a hand that Anti takes “you know that you won’t be able to go back once you accept.” the hero sighs “I know.. I have nothing to lose.” he was tired, but he won’t be tired no longer as Anti nods before pulling out of thin air, red and glowing strings, wrapping them around his and Jackie’s hands

Now that they both had the strings around their hands, it slowly faded away and Anti had let go of his hand, looking at Jackie as he watched his left eye glow green then fade to a natural green, now having one green and one blue eye “there. You are now my Puppet, hero~”

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“Fuck fuck FUCK!!” a person in a cloak with a cat mask that conceals their face was swearing while looking into a black orb, showing the last moment of the hero before he got pulled through that odd door… they were stressed as they started to pace back and forth in their room, pulling the cloak hood up and over his face, holding it there as he slowly went down to the ground and curled in on himself “please no.. i can’t lose him.. No no no-!” he was breaking down until he felt a sharp pain in his chest, looking shocked as he knew that his protection spell on Jackie had broke “n-no…” he whimpers quietly then curled up more on himself, crying quietly to himself.

This magical man cried quietly to himself, holding himself close for a while. But, eventually he does get up and grabs a satchel, putting the strap over his shoulder and then heads out of his home, a look of fear yet determination on his face “i will get you back, Jackie…” he mutters too himself, just simply vanishing into thin air just outside of his home..

Just a bit away from that green door in the dark alleyway, the magical man appears and he seems to whisper something as a little light orb appears above him. He looked around for a moment before walking up to the door, grabbing the handle as he tries to open it and to his surprise it does! Well, it was really heavy and he struggled to open it “fuck why do i have to be weakkk-” he whines quietly as he gets it open and wonders in with caution, letting his little light shine the room.

To the magicians surprise and shock, there was nothing there… where was Jackie??! Where did the hero vanish off to..? “Jackie..? Where are you..! Please.. Please don’t be gone- no no no nononono! Fuck!!” he was starting to panic at the lack of a hero being here, looking around as he tried to keep hope “come on come on! You gotta be here..- what-” he stops in his frantic search when he spotted something on the ground, looking over at it as he hesitated before hurrying over and onto his knees. In front of him was a red phone and a piece of paper, the phone was Jackie’s and the note had something written on it “Jackie- please no… please!…” he started to sob as he read the note…

The Note. “I am sorry. I love you Marvin”

/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Back at the apartment that the hero and demon where in, Anti’s eyes were glowing as they watched Marvin find the phone and note, snickering to himself “hay where is my room?” Jackie had asked as he watched the demon, tilting his head at him “ oh uh it’s down the hall on the left, bathroom is on the right.” Anti spoke casually like as if nothing had happened, which the hero guessed was a little comforting that he doesn’t straight up treat him like shit after making him his puppet “alright thanks…” Jackie mumbles as he heads down to his room.

(I hope you enjoy chapter 1!!)

#jacksepticeye #jse #jackieboyman #marvinthemagnificent #marvin #antisepticeye #fanfic #jse fanfiction #anti

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bookwormscififan · 1 year

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Mini Cat Marvin

Finished making the mini figure of Marvin from my favourite piece of fanfiction, Studies Say That Having Pets is Good for Your Health.

I only had dark blue wool beside me, so his little sweater is not quite the blue I picture when reading it, however, it is still blue.

#crochet #jacksepticeye #jse fanfiction #jse egos #marvin the magnificent #fanart of a fanfiction

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ardenwritesegos · 1 month

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Emotions are High: Chapter 2

AU based on @iamvegorott 's version of the egos.

Anti didn’t usually like to be the one to interrupt Dark during their work. They got very…cranky whenever someone did that (though that’s an understatement). Still, while food was no longer necessary for them, the being enjoyed partaking in food and drinks. And they took any chance to be with their husband. However, they often, like Gin, had to be woken up from “work mode.” Tonight was apparently no exception.

“Hey, Mr. businessman,” Anti called teasingly after knocking on the office door. There was no answer. For a creature like Dark, this silence wasn’t unusual. They must have been absorbed in their work. He knocked again.

“It’s food time,” the glitch called one more time, hoping that would get them to look up. Out of the quiet came a quick clearing of the throat.

“One moment,” a voice responded. It sounded like Dark, but different; a bit more prim and proper than usual (Anti didn’t think that was possible). Then, Anti started hearing a female-sounding voice whispering. He leaned his ear against the door to hear better.

“He’s not going to go away, you know that,” the woman whispered aggravatedly.

“Yes,” the Dark-not Dark voice started quietly.

“But he’s never seen us before, and–”

“But he knows, it wouldn’t be a surprise,” the other voice replied. Wait, what was it Dark said about their past? Right, they were some mish-mash of twins. Which means…

“The Dark twins?” Anti asked from behind the door. There was a pause–likely the female twin giving her brother an ‘I told you so’ look–before the Dark-not Dark voice broke the silence.

“Come in,” the voice said, the door unlatching and opening itself. What the glitch found was just as he thought; a set of twins, one a woman in a dark dress, the other a man in a black suit. The man was the first one to speak again.

“Hello, Antisepticeye.”

[Meanwhile]

“So, you’re…Gin’s anxiety?” Chase asked, guiding the nervous wreck through the house.

“I-I’m worry…actually,” the copy responded.

“Isn’t that the same thing?” Chase asked, confused more than he already was.

“Uh…a lot of people think that, but there’s actually…actually a bit of a difference,” purple Gin replied with a nervous smile that quickly went down.The more Chase looked at the copy’s jumpsuit, he noticed that it wasn’t just regular purple. It was more of a violet than a regular purple. He only knew the difference because Schneep liked to info dump on colors (he wanted to be an artist, after all). But that wasn’t important at the moment.

“And do you know where…regular Gin is?” Chase let out a sigh, frustrated but still trying to be careful. He didn’t know what would cause this emotion to break.

“Unfortunately, um…” Violet Gin hesitated. He knew this statement would deeply upset Chase and was, well…worried about the repercussions.

“He’s gone while we’re, uh…separated,” the copy fidgeted with his hands. Chase took another breath, trying to compose himself.

“But he’ll come back if we find all of you guys,” Chase predicted hopefully.

“Yeah, the only problem is…getting them back together,” Violet Gin moved his fingers like a child playing the piano for the first time, tapping against his legs.

“It’s possible, we just gotta get some help. And I know exactly where to get it,” Chase stopped at a dark blue door, knocking four times with a silver cat knocker.

“MARVIN!” he used the signature scream he got from his creator, this time put to good use. With a click and a creak, the door opened.

“Hello…” Marvin greeted awkwardly.

“What can I do for you?”

“I think you know,” Chase replied, gesturing towards the copy of Gin.

“Hi,” Violet Gin waved shyly.

[Meanwhile]

“We didn’t think we’d be meeting you like this,” Damien said, squeezing his own hands. In the past, he would have his cane, but he was…well…forced to do away with that.

“For a while, I thought we wouldn’t meet you at all,” Celine retorted.

“Is now really the time for this?” Damien raised his voice; slightly, but just enough to show frustration.

“To think I used to be the serious one,” his sister let out a puff of laughter from her nose.

“One of us has to-”

“Excuse me, would ya quit bein’ siblings for a second and say hi?” Anti glitches in between them, interrupting Damien.

“Hello, honey,” she gave the glitch a warm, but gentle hug, kissing the top of his head.

“Well, now I see where Dark got their mommy energy from,” Anti joked.

“Hey, Damien pitches in as well,” Celine replied, breaking off the hug and facing Damien with a smirk.

“Someone has to make sure everyone is in order,” Damien straightened up his suit, adjusting to having his own form again. Celine just snickered. Those kinds of statements always did go over her dear brother’s head.

“Hold on a second,” Anti took a confused look at the former Mayor.

“I thought he was the ‘warm and gentle one.’”

“That’s a long story,” Celine explained.

“Yes, one we don’t have time to tell,” Damien spat flatly.

“Now, we need to find Dark and rejoin them,” he moved his neck out of habit, before realizing he didn’t have to crack it in this form. Anti just barely held in a laugh at the sight.

“If we are out, that means the entity is roaming around, and who knows what damage it could cause.”

“But I thought Darky was the entity,” clearly, he misunderstood when his partner told him the story.

“We’ll explain on the way to Wil.”

“Why are we going to him?” Anti asked.

“Our division happened after that blasted drink he gave us,” Damien sifted through a closet, until he found his old cane. Luckily for him, it looked to be kept intact and polished.

“He couldn’t have known what it did,” Celine followed behind, trying to calm Damien down, at least slightly. The former mayor has been furious at Wil ever since he shot the District Attorney. Further proof that his old self was pushed down by a layer of darkness. But that wasn’t the point of this endeavor.

“Yes,” Damien sighed, seeming to humor his sister.

“But he does know where he got it.”

“Would he, though?” Anti commented. Wilford didn’t always have the best memory, considering his powers.

“At the moment, it’s the only thing we have,” the former mayor explained, being somewhat more careful with the glitch.

“Come along,” Anti and Celine followed behind to the door. Unbeknownst to them, a wisp of shadow hid itself behind Dark’s desk.

[Meanwhile]

“You just let the most chaotic man in the house run away with your potions?!” Chase screamed.

“No one can stop Wilford, you know that!” Marvin yelled back.

“Then why didn’t you say anything?!” Chase shouted in reply.

“My teleportation fucked up on me, okay?!” Marvin belted out.

“You had legs! The dining room was literally seconds away!” Chase shrilled.

“Okay, clearly this isn’t doing anything,” the magician took a calming breath.

“We’re just acting like bickering parents with their kid in the room.” Both of them stopped to check on Worry Gin. He was still sitting, listening to music on noise canceling headphones. At least he was occupied. Couldn’t have the embodiment of worry getting overwhelmed, after all.

“Alright, how do we do this?” Chase took a deep breath as well, shaking out his emotions in the air with his hands.

“Let me find it,” Marvin to a bookshelf behind him, skimming the book titles until he found just what he needed; a thick, black and orange book called Stupe’s Empirical Lyrical Guide to Magic.

“Aha!” The magician pulled it out. The cover featured the outline of a person with a mustache, sideburns, and glasses. Marvin opened the book where the silk orange bookmark was, carefully speed reading for the solution.

“Well?” The magician continued scanning the pages until he found a part titled Reversal Rehearsal.

“You have to give me a moment, all the directions rhyme,” Marvin briefly looks up from the book.

“Didn’t Phantom tell you not to get that version?” Chase reminded the magician. The author of this book was known for their extensive vocabulary, so their book was never recommended for either beginners or people in an emergency. It just so happens that they are dealing with the latter. After a few minutes, Marvin looked to be finally understanding the words.

“Alright, so each emotion should be in a place the person associates with that feeling,” the magician explained.

“But where would we even start?” Chase eyebrows strained down in confusion.

“It says to start with the basic ones,” Marvin began.

“So happiness, maybe?” he suggested. Chase’s eyes widened immediately after.

“I think I know where to find that one.”

Thanks for reading! If you would like to be tagged in my stories, please let me know. Also, there may or may not be more short stories coming, as I have gained more creative inspiration recently.

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k9povnd · 3 months

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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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graphic-hawk · 3 months

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Anti is all the kids favorite Septic Uncle!

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Love reblogs, comments and likes!

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aquilacalvitium · 2 years

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New Hero on the Block - A Jackaboy Man OC Insert Fanfiction - is getting (yet another) rewrite!

(Art by the amazing @soopticboop ❤)

Unlike the last three rewrites, this time I will be completely changing huge parts of the story. Jackaboy Man is still the main focus, and “The Shadow” is still a secondary main character, but the villain has been completely removed and replaced with someone new 👀

The first couple of chapters will be exactly the same, unless later parts of the story change too much and require a rewrite of the beginning. But for now, no changes have been made until chapter three.

These changes are to make the story more JSE-centric and to keep details of my original story private until I can get around to writing it.

If you’re a JSE ego fan, please give my fic a look. It’s been in the works for a very long time and has evolved an awful lot since it’s original conception. I’m hoping this rewrite will be the final one, as the added changes will hopefully let me give the story a satisfying ending - something I struggled with in past iterations.

#jse #jacksepticeye #jsegos #jse egos #jackaboy man #jackieboy man #jse fanfic #jse fanfiction #oc insert #ao3 #aquila thinks #aquila writes #pinned post

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prinxejeanne · 2 years

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Goody drabble of reader and Chase puhlease! And congrats on 100 Jeanne. You deserve the world <333 /p

YOU'RE SO SWEET SARDS, AHHH- ANYWAY, HERE YOU GO HOME SLICE <3 /p

[[Chase Brody drabble, Chase x Reader, written as a request for my 100 follower milestone! In this, the reader already has an established relationship (because this is a drabble and I need soft cuddles).]]

[[Warnings: divorce mention, BRIEF vomit mention, alcoholism mention (because this is about Chase Brody), and a fluffy ficlet written by an affection-starved queer person sjsjsj]]

Chase was curled up on his couch when you walked into your shared apartment, a line of drool slipping from the corner of his open (and snoring) mouth as he slept the day away.

It was kind of cute, but you were bored and wanted to hang out. Time to wake him up.

"Chase, honey," you began with a chuckle, shaking him awake, "you passed out already? It's not even noon yet!"

Still half-asleep, the sleepy father checked his watch and sat upright suddenly. "Shit, I didn't even realize," he responded with a groggy chuckle. "Morning, hot stuff."

He didn't smell like alcohol, which was a good sign- the poor guy had been having some serious drinking problems ever since he and his ex wife split up, and it seemed as if he was only sober when his kids were dropped off every other weekend.

You knew it had to be hard on him, but it seemed as if he was starting to get a little better after you two finally started dating.

Thank god.

You were completely infatuated with the man, but cleaning up his puke at 3am was getting a little exhausting after a while.

You chuckled softly at the nickname, before standing up and helping him off the couch.

"What did you want to eat?" you asked, giving him a couple pecks on the cheek and leading him to the kitchen.

"You," he replied with a cheeky grin, quickly followed with you (playfully) slapping his arm.

"For breakfast, love," you teased, quickly brushing through his short messy hair with your fingers.

"Mmh, pancakes sound good... I'll help you make them!"

You snorted slightly, and shook your head. "You can wash some dishes for me, but I don't trust you with the stove," you giggled. "Last time you tried, the apartment was filled with smoke."

"Wh- It's not my fault I forgot to turn on the fan that one time," he whined, the playful grin on his face giving away his puppydog ruse.

You kissed his temple, and then motioned towards the sink. "Dishes, loverboy," you instructed lightheartedly.

The two of you worked in a comfortable silence, occasionally pecking each other on the cheek and giggling quietly.

Once you started on the pancake batter, a playful grin spreads across your boyfriend's face. You narrow your eyes at him.

"What're you planning, handsome?" you ask, suspicious of the mischief in his eyes.

"Oh, nothing at all! Just looking at my sexy partner," he replies innocently, only making your suspicion rise.

"Uhuh. Does it have anything to do with the batter I'm making?"

Chase's grin widens, and you yelp slightly as he suddenly flicks a tiny bit of the tan mixture onto your shirt. "Oops! You spilled a little bit, honey!" he giggled, followed by a playful smile spreading on your own face.

"Oh yeah? Guess that means I should beat your ass with this whisk in my hand, huh?" you chuckled, Chase's eyes widening as you used the whisk to flick a bit more of the batter on his own shirt.

"You wouldn't dare!" he responded with mock offense, causing the both of you to chuckle.

After a moment of hesitation just to throw him off, you suddenly lunged at Chase with the batter-covered whisk and a laugh. He jumps out of the way last-minute, yelping slightly and hurrying over to the front room. You chase after him (no pun intended) and end up tackling him after stumbling over an empty beer can.

"No, don't cover me in batter!" he protested, despite the laugh erupting from his chest as you waved the whisk inches from his face.

"Do you yield?" you cried out dramatically, followed by another soft giggle.

"I yield, I yield!" he yelps as you gently poke his side with a finger. You let Chase go, and he pulls you in by the waist for a long kiss on the lips. "God, I love you."

You grin and shower his face in soft kisses before wrapping your arms around him fully and resting your chin on his shoulder.

"I love you more, handsome," you whisper, before planting a soft kiss on the shell of his ear.

He chuckles a bit, holding you for a moment before perking his head up slightly and sniffing.

"Hey- do you smell smoke?"

#100 follower milestone!!#chase brody x reader #jse egos x reader #jse fanfiction #jacksepticeye fanfiction #jacksepticeye egos x reader #chase x reader #requests

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sapphirerubycreates · 8 months

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Marvin's Night (Spring Senior Year)

Missed Messages AU

Author's Note: Okay, so this is going to be done in parts. I'll reblog as an addition for each. It's one very long scene (~7.2k words), but I don't feel good splitting it up into separate posts, nor having one large thing. So, hope you enjoy this as it comes along (I am so scared to post this). Also fun fact, the working title for this in my doc is "We're just going from memory bitch". This is that scene I re-wrote seven times. As with this entire series, minor details may be different from previous posts cause I am flying by the seat of my pants. I'm working on trying to not do many retcons, but they will happen. Sorry :(

Summary: After a month of being ghosted by Robin, Marvin is finally going to confront her at her final project showcase. Yes it's a shitty thing to do, but he's been through enough shit already. And he needs an answer once and for all if he can be with her (if he ever asked her out) or if he just needs to give up and move on. It's going to be a roller coaster of a night.

Last Friday in April, senior year

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Marvin had turned it over again and again in his mind. Drafted too many texts that were deleted within minutes of writing them. Hesitated to ask for fear of the answer he didn’t want to hear. It wasn’t until that night he had finally decided he had to man up and see her. (Well, that’s a lie. He was always going to go to support her at the Capstone presentation. Never actually thought of not going. He was just silently loathing his current situation and, by proxy, going there). No dodging him this time. Even if he felt bad about cornering her, he deserved an answer about where they stood.

And even though he wasn’t the one in the limelight, Marvin found himself stuck at his closet. Casual clothes didn’t feel good enough. But he wasn’t supposed to dress up either. Nothing held the right gravity for his dilemma.

“Come on, we’re gonna be late!” Anti yelled from downstairs.

“In a minute!” Marvin yelled back, still paralyzed. Slacks? What about a plain shirt? Why were his jeans so off-putting?

“What is the hold up?” Anti was close now, probably on the other side of the bed.

“It’s stupid,” Marvin answered, the constant inability to do anything besides freeze stirring up his anxiety.

“What is?”

Marvin sighed, placing a hand on the closet door before facing his brother. “I don’t have an outfit.”

Anti’s jovial laugh added insult to injury. This was indeed a very silly problem. Of course he knew that. It just didn’t feel like it right now. “I’m serious.” Unfortunately.

“I know,” Anti calmed himself down, getting out his last kick of it. “You’re hopeless.”

“Yes, now help.”

Marvin pushed aside the clothes hangers, trying to go back through them again. Maybe something would spark? He looked towards his dresser, expecting Anti to be digging up some obscure t-shirt, but found an empty space instead. Looking around, the room was empty, again. “God-” Marvin cursed under his breath, now angrily rejecting each piece of clothing for a third time.

Then his hair was pushed into his eyes and fabric against his head. “There!”

“Wha?” Marvin grabbed the front of the hat and tipped it up so he could actually see again and moved in front of his mirror. Dark gray fedora with a few specks of glitter that caught the light (glitter that wasn’t intentionally placed on the hat, he was certain).

“It’s a loan, but you look fine now.”

“This is...” Something wretched in his gut. It definitely was far from the unattainable perfect he had wanted, but just... the opposite of great. Felt almost like an insult, even if there was nothing actually objectionable about the hat. Paradoxically discordant between his emotions and reality, considering he’d been loaned this specific hat before and it really did snaz up any outfit.

“We’re gonna be late.” Anti grabbed his brother’s hand and pulled him downstairs. Then, finally, Anti, Marvin, and Jameson got into Anti’s car to drive to the showcase.

First words from Marvin only surfaced about a minute after the engine started. “Thanks, Jameson.” Marvin looks beside him to see the thumbs up from his brother. Jameson waited a few seconds before venturing a question.

“Are you excited?”

Marvin didn’t answer. Couldn’t really. Tonight, he could possibly l–... No, don’t think about it. “I’m sure she’ll do great. It’s her baby after all. Did almost the entire thing.” Jameson nodded encouragingly. “But uh, there’s other cool stuff too. I think one project was legos for skull reconstruction. So, make sure you get a chance to check out everything. Sure wish Henrik coulda come out. He’d probably have had a ball. ... Probably’s gonna have a lot of medical speak. I’ll make sure to stick by, in case you have questions.”

“He’s not a little kid,” Anti interjected. “Besides, I think we all have a good base cause of Hen. He’ll be fine.”

“Yeah,” Jameson tried to reassure Marvin. “Just enjoy yourself.”

“Enjoy myself, huh?” Marvin didn’t even know what that was supposed to mean for him at this point.

#jse egos #jse fanfiction #marvin the magnificent #antisepticeye #soft!anti #jameson jackson #oc robin #jse marvin #jse anti #jse jj #jse jameson #jacksepticeye fanfiction #sapphirerubywrites #missed messages au

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trxsh3banditt · 1 year

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What is Your Purpose?(JSE(Angus Irwin) Fanfic)

*First Person*

I used to stay up too much, lost more and more sleep wondering what my purpose was. I wasn’t like the others. I wasn’t incredibly talented like Marvin or strong like Jackie and Anti. I wasn’t that kind like Jameson neither was I as smart as Henrik. I was left there, alone when Jack left to go fend for the new “egos” as they are called now. But what am I? I am not an ego, they barely know me. All they know is my voice, thats it. I hate it so much, I want to be known. I want to be heard. It’s not fair.

*Third Person*

Angus watched from afar as the group of new egos were celebrating what would be their new years. The channel had reached subscribers to the millions. Everyone was there, Except for Angus. He climbed up into a tree and watched as everyone had fun and did their own thing. Tears burned his eyes as they welled, every laugh and playful gesture made his heart hurt. It’s been too long since he’s felt some sort of love from his creator and surely wouldn’t be anytime soon he’d feel it again. His tears finally fell when he squeezed his eyes shut and began to cry silently. Angus was tired, so very tired. So tired of being forgotten. “Uhm..Hello..?” Angus quickly looked down and saw another ego. He’s never seen this one on Jack’s channel, and highly doubted they even belonged to him. He was a little over five foot, but his arms, legs and some parts of his clothes and face were covered in ink. “Might I ask why are you upset..?”

“Why do you care..? You don’t need to know shit.” Angus came down and began to walk away from the building.

“Would..you like to come inside with me? My brothers and I are having a get together to celebrate something and I’m sure they’d be glad to meet you” He persisted, and grabbed Angus’s arm; however his grip was soft, and not pressuring. Barely giving the Aussie any time to answer the ego brought him inside.

“Why? None of them will notice me” Angus murmurred.

“Nonesense. They talk about someone just like you all the time. He’s adventurous, and very brave. Not afraid to speak what he thinks” The ego stopped at the door and turned to Angus, purring a hand on his shoulder. “It’s hard to realize at first just what it means to be an ego. You’re one of us. And Jack hasn’t forgotten, you always have a place here no matter what you think.” The ego opened the door and lead him in. Almost immediately Angus was tacked in a hug by a few of the others, happy that he was finally back. He felt like he was going to cry again, as much as he felt out of place, he can finally try and piece together what he’d been missing the entire time.

A purpose.

#jacksepticeye #jse egos #jse fanfiction #angusirwin #angus the survival hunter #shawn flynn

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kalcifers-blog · 11 months

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MAG 114209: The IRIS of The Eye

A JSE Ego x TMA Crossover fanfic

Content Warning!! Discussions of violence, self inflicted injury and insinuation of suicidal behaviour. Nothing is in graphic detail, but please stay safe while reading!!

[Tape Recorder clicks]

The Archivist: (sighs) Alright, let's try this again shall we-

Chase Brody: oh for fu- is that really necessary? Why do you people all insist on recording people??

The Archivist: oh- sorry this is just- procedure. It's kind of my job to make sure statements are recorded properly- unless you don't- want- to make a statement?

Chase: (interrupted the last sentence) No- no. I'm sorry- I just- I need to do this I think. I'm not exactly sure what this place is but... I think- somethin' tells me that this is the place to get this out there somehow

The Archivist: I see.. well. Whenever you're ready, we can begin

Chase: (deep breath) okay. Yeah I'm ready.

The Archivist: Alright. Statement of Chase Brody regarding the entity referred to as ALTR 114209. Statement taken directly from sub- from Mr. Brody himself. Statement overseen and recorded by Jonathan Sims. The Archivist. Statement begins:

Chase: [statement]

I feel like I can't really talk about this without some context first? I grew up in Ireland- you- you probably already guessed that because of the accent- but yeah. I'm from Ireland. My life there was miserable. I grew up in a small town. One of those classic "everyone knows everyone" schticks. Mostly because my Ma insisted on going to the local church to do all her socialising- I went there too consistently 'til she passed. I was 15 at the time.

Before she did I was convinced I wanted her out of my life, we never got along- I'm not saying that I completely change my mind now it's just- when someone like that leaves your life forever you start thinking about "what could have been" far more often. When she did pass I knew I wanted out- I needed to get away so I saved up my scraps of money to go to college in Britain. Maybe I wanted to get away or run from my feelings- I just. The way everyone would look at me, knowing what I was going through, giving me these- disgusting looks of pity- I needed out. I needed a get away.

So I moved. My Father didn't care too much, the man was out half the time for work and when he wasn't his hand was glued to his ale. I told myself I wouldn't end up like that- miserable sack of shit but- (chuckles sadly) I- I guess things don't always go to plan, huh?

Anyway- My life did start turnin' around when I got to the UK. The college I went too was pretty mediocre but the people I met were some of the most incredible- the person who changed my life forever in ways I couldn't have ever imagined was Jack.

Jack was my first friend- after realising we where both Irish and kinda had a really uncanny similarity to us, everyone always joked that we had to be twins because of how similar we looked. Despite the fact I'm nearly four years older than him- anyway uh- he got me into gaming.

I'd played games before of course but, this was the first time I played proper video games, especially the horror games, my Ma tried convincin me anything to do with horror was born out of evil and well- actually playing them for the first time was really eye opening as to how stupid that idea was.

I know this all sounds like useless information but I promise it's important- what you need to know is that Jack was my best friend. He introduced me to things that would be some of my favourite things ever, he was there when I got with and broke up with my first boyfriend and through everything, all of those disgusting sides of how bad my mental health got, Jack was one of the only ones who stuck by my side. So when he asked me to be his editor when his YouTube career took off I didn't think twice about saying yes.

I don't think I need to tell you about the successful YouTuber Jacksepticeye- and how he's the largest ever YouTuber from Ireland- how he managed to accumulate millions of subscribers before his disappearance on Halloween of 2016.

Of course, now I know that video that was put up on his channel that wasn't uploaded by me or him and definitely wasn't edited by myself wasn't actually a fake.

No one knew what to make of "Say Goodbye" when it first released. For me I was confused- Jack obviously can edit videos on his own, in fact its pretty common for him to do so- but he always lets me know if he does. There's never been an occasion in which he didn't in the entire time I was working for him. So when that video dropped with no warning I immediately felt off about it.

I won't tell you what happened in that video. You don't need to hear the details of Jack seemingly hurting himself to the point that he was placed in a medically induced coma- I was watching the video itself when I got the call- his doctor- German if I had to guess from his accent, calling me to let me know and to ask me some questions, due to the nature of his injury.

I don't care who comes in to tell you. Jack did not try to kill himself. I refuse to believe he ever would. Jack like I mentioned, was more than my boss, he was my closest friend and we told each other everything. There was just. Nothing. Not a single thing to indicate in his life that he would ever want to hurt himself like that.

I ended up staying in contact with the German doctor, his name's Henrik Schneeplestien- really nice actually. And it was talking to him that I got an email from Jack's account. Not his business "Jacksepticeye" account- his personal one, the one I knew he used exclusively for things that where for his personal life.

When I got that email my blood froze over. It was a video. It was that video. But it was longer. There was more to it. Instead of Jack's body lying there- lifeless and bleeding out. It jerked. It jerked upwards- like his muscles and joints where all connected to strings and being hoisted up against his will, like a fucking puppet.

The thing wearing Jacks dying body laughed. It laughed tormenting us- Henrik started believeing me after watching it with me the first time.

I'll spare you the details of how my life derailed after that. The months of waiting for Jack to wake up. Of Henrik losing his mind trying to understand what's going on. The disappearance of both Jack's body and Henrik himself. Me finding the most beautiful woman on the planet and finally feeling like a person again with her. Only for her and our child to be ripped away from me by that fucking thing that insisted on destroying everything in my life that gave living meaning.

Every time something bad happened it was there, still wearing Jack's face. Puppeting him around with this wicked smirk it had some crude inside joke I wasn't apart of.

I lost everything. My friend was gone, my wife and child where dead, the only person who ever cared to hear me out was missing and to top it all off I had some demon wannabe kicking my skull into rock bottom. Just so I knew that my misery wasn't over.

I had enough. I drove myself to a forest, it was our favourite place to go to as a family in the short 3 years we got to be a family. I wasn't planning on leaving that day. I decided then and there that I wasn't having it anymore. I was done. That thing won. I gave in and I just wanted it to be over.

I still can't tell you what happened to me. But I was in the forest one second and the next I was on top of a parking garage miles away. Whatever happened to me, I knew it was the only weird thing that wasn't brought to me because of that fucking monster. I still don't know what- but I just. I just KNOW alright. I just. Know.

Anyway, not long after that I'm detained by IRIS. Your institute already have all the information you need on that fucking place. I was there for questioning about what happened to me that day. And my experiences with the thing thats been destroying my life. There wasn't anything more to say other than what I've already told you.

They where about to put me under "special containment" dragging me against my will further in the building. The whole building felt like it was screaming at me to leave- that something bad was going to happen- I wished I was wrong.

That thing came back. It was still wearing my friends face and it killed any and all workers that came close to it. All it said to me was "hello, Chase" before I blacked out. I don't remember how I somehow managed to wake up in London- or how this nagging voice in my brain told me to come here. I don't know what "ALTR 114209" is, why it decided I was going to be it's plaything or what it even is. I just....

I just need someone to know that this thing is out there and more people will die if IRIS continues the way it has done for years now.

[Statement Ends]

Chase: (deep sigh) Jesus- I- How'd you- how did you get me to do that-

The Archivist: trust me, that's a long story- I just. I'm sorry are you insinuating that IRIS is somehow- responsible? For the actions of this entity?

Chase: yeah I thought I made that pretty fucking obvious man. IRIS has done nothing but hide the truth from me, borderline torture me and do absolute jack shit when something bad happens to anyone- including their own workers mind you.

The Archivist: Okay well... Fair enough. But please be cautious, if IRIS is behind all of this. You don't want to talk about it here, not in a place like this

Chase: oh just because your boss is watching doesn't mean I have to worry about him snitching to the SCP ripoff

The Archivist: wait- what did you jus- how did you- do you. (Whispering) Do you know that Elias Bouchard is listening and can see everyone in the building- there's no way for you to of....

The Archivist: Oh..... I see.. Chase I- I think I know why you might be a target-

Chase: (quietly) wh.. what- what do you mean by that..?

The Archivist: let me get you a drink. This will take a long time to explain.

[Tape Recorder clicks off]

That's all!! Thank you SM if you read through this, I'm very new to writing fanfic so I hope that this is alright!! A lot of people really liked the idea of a crossover between JSE lore and TMA so of course I had to write up how I imagine Chase Brody's Statement.

Again thank you SM for all the support and I hope to get some more drawing/writing done soon!! <333

#jacksepticeye #jse egos #chase brody #jse #jse fanfiction #jse ego fanfic #the eye tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #fanfic #writing #crossover fic #honey quartz blog

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