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Promise

Part 25 of My Brother's Keeper

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“It hurts,” groans Henrik, writhing on his bed. “It hurts.”

Chase clings to his hands, stopping him from clawing at his face. “I know,” he whispers, exhausted. “I'm sorry, man.”

“It hurts, it hurts, it hurts too much, master, stop, master, I'm sorry.”

“It's me, it's Chase.”

“I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to!”

“You didn't do anything wrong.”

“Hurts, hurts, hurts.”

“I know,” he whispers, exhausted. “I'm sorry, man.”

A sudden change flashes through Henrik's face. He creeps forward on the bed, baring his teeth.

“So much fucking flesh on you,” he hisses, his accent dissipating and his pitching rising and falling in spasms. “I hate your scarlessness. I want to trace the outlines of your bone into every centimeter of your skin.”

Chase watches him, dead-eyed, from the other side of the room. Henrik rocks himself, clutching his shoulders, turned away from him.

“Stupid fucking boy,” hisses Henrik, his voice rising and falling strangely, like there's a voice changer switching channels in his throat. “Stupid fucking drunkard. Abandoned little dog, don't you want a new master?”

“You're not Anti,” says Chase, softly, a plate of pasta growing cold on the bedside drawer next to him. “Come get something to eat, Schneep. Henrik. Schneeplestein.”

“Stupid boy!” screams Henrik, tearing at his hair. “Your master won't wake up until I am underneath his skin!”

Chase gets slowly to his feet and rounds the bed. Gentle, he pulls Henrik's hands from his hair, eliciting a low groan of agony. “You're not Anti,” he repeats, holding up a forkful of pasta. “Open up.”

“I want Jack, I want Jack, I want to taste every cell of his fucking blood!”

“How about mac and cheese first?” suggests Chase dryly, pressing the fork to his mouth, until at last, Henrik opens up, growling, and eats.

“Stupid fucking boy...”

“You're not Anti.”

Level, steady. Stay with him, take care of him. He stabs another forkful of macaroni. I owe him this and more. “You're not Anti, Schneep. Henrik. Brother. Eat.”

Henrik's eyes burn with hatred as they look up at him. Chase ignores it steadfastly, pressing the bite towards his mouth, and as Henrik eats, some of the rage drains from his grey face.

“Ch-chase?” he chokes around macaroni.

“Shhh. I'm here.”

“I d-don't feel good. What's happening to me?”

“You're a little sick, man. Just eat, okay? I'm going to take care of you.”

“You're going to take care of me?”

“Me and JJ.”

Chase turns to smile at his little brother, watching from the corner. “We're going to take care of you. Right, Jamie?”

Jameson meets his eyes resolutely, trying to straighten up, because even if Henrik sometimes scares him like this, he is determined.

He loves him.

Yes.

They manage to get Henrik to sleep that night, after Stacy and the kids have left. Chase looks up at JJ, his hand settled in Henrik's hair, watching over him.

“It's going to be a long couple of weeks,” Chase warns, looking exhausted already. “He'll be a lot to handle.”

“That's okay,” says JJ. “I'm here.”

He is.

He will stay.

Marvin made him promise.

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Chase sets up a sleeping bag for JJ that night – he refuses to be parted from Henrik's side, and Chase plans to sleep beside Henrik in the bed in case he becomes violent – and he goes to check on Jackie, wondering if he's still conked out on flu medicine. He isn't. He looks up when Chase enters his room, sitting on the end of his bed.

“Jackie,” says Chase softly. “Are you okay?”

Jackie glances back at him, shaking his head minutely. Chase moves to his side and hugs him tightly.

“Jameson,” croaks Jackie.

“He's fine. He's downstairs. Just got overwhelmed, I think.”

“Schneep?”

Chase pauses, rubbing Jackie's back, but he knows his brother won't let up until he knows.

“It's the possession withdrawal again,” he says.

Jackie's expression shatters. He leans his head against Chase's chest, hiding his face.

“It's going to be okay, man,” whispers Chase.

“Nothing is ever going to be okay again,” croaks Jackie. “Marvin is gone.”

Chase has to cover his mouth to keep from sobbing, his eyes sliding shut. Fuck. Fuck.

“I want my little brother,” cries Jackie, clinging to his shirt.

“I know, Jackie,” sobs Chase, because he doesn't know what to say. “I want him too.”

On God, he would give up most everything in the world to have Marvin here with him now. He can feel the memory of his brother's hand on his shoulder, keeping him steady.

He gets Jackie water and macaroni and makes him eat it. Jackie will not stop crying and Chase does not blame him. He understands. Jackie tries more than once to insist that he will get his own food, get his own water, he will watch Henrik tonight, he will let Chase be the one grieving, he will do this and this and this. But his fever is strong enough that Jackie can't follow through on much of anything. Maybe, in that sense, the fever is a small blessing. Chase pushes him back into bed and gathers up his dishes.

“Chaser, don't go,” begs Jackie.

“Oh, Jacks,” sighs Chase. “Man, I gotta stay with Henrik so he doesn't hurt himself.”

“Oh,” says Jackie in a small voice. “Yes. Of course.”

“You could come sleep in his room with the rest of us, though,” offers Chase, brushing sweaty hair from Jackie's forehead. “I'll get the other sleeping bag, okay?”

“No,” answers Jackie dully. “Jameson doesn't want me around.”

Chase sighs again and sits back down on the edge of Jackie's bed.

“Jackie,” he says softly. “JJ's just scared and overwhelmed, and Anti told him a lot of bad shit about you. I know he's breakin' your heart, man... just don't give up on him, okay?”

Jackie stares up at him, his eyes red.

“Hey,” says Chase, clucking his chin. “Promise me, okay?”

Jackie looks away, sniffling. “Okay, Chase. I guess.”

“How about the cats, yeah? I can bring the cats to you.”

“Yes,” says Jackie, rubbing at his face. “Yes, please. The cats.”

Chase puts the dishes away and finds Athanasius and Queenie, carrying them up to Jackie's room. By the time he has deposited them in Jackie's bed, his brother is already asleep.

Beanbag chair (yeah it’s two words sue me it’s one thing)

“Help! I’ve been eaten!” JJ cried from withing the depths of the giant beanbag.

Chase could barely speak through his laughter but managed to say, “I’ll get Marvin!”

The beanbag shook and wiggled as JJ desperately tried to find his way out.

❝Good boy.❞ with Anti and JJ?

The mute had put up more resistance than Anti had anticipated. After everything he’d done to break him down subtly over the course of the year, he would have expected a mere snap of his fingers would put Jameson Jackson under his control. While he was surprised, he wasn’t particularly angry. His puppet had doubts sown into him from the start; no matter how much resistance he put up, those doubts would undermine them.

“Yo͠u̧ ͠d͘on'̨t b̀e͢l͟ong ͏w̡it̸h th̡e̷m̢.”

“Yo̡u ̀d̶ón͏'t҉ h͠av̴e a ̶vo҉i̡c͜e the҉y̶’ll e̢v͘er hea̶r.”

“Y͠o͜u̶wo͜ul͝d ńe͘ve̕r̢ be ab̢l̀e͢ ͜to ́t̢ell͏ ͢i̕f th̡ey̛ distr̡u̸st͡ed͟ ̷y̧o҉u͡.”

Hissing through his teeth Jameson tried to shake his head, but he was already paralyzed by the static flurrying over his skin. He spoke instead, agonized. “Lies! Th-They’re all lies! You’re a liar and a monster!”

“T̢h̡en͟ ͟w͜h͝y ̨a͞re̢ ́you̧ still ҉li͟s̢t͏ening?” 

At that, Jameson hesitated, his breathing falling shallow, and the Glitch giggled, clamping a hand onto the top of his head and squeezing, rivulets of static pouring from his skin down Jameson’s face. Soundlessly yelping, Jameson bucked helplessly against his hand as the corruption began soaking in, slithering into his wide eyes and flashing psychedelic, unnameable colors that blinded him to anything beyond. It felt as if his eyes were on fire, they were smoking, they were bleeding – 

“Bec͜au͘se͟,” Anti answered his own question as Jameson’s body gradually unwound and slumped sideways, “a ͝p͟upp͢e҉t ͟will͏ ̷a̛l̵way͢s ̧list̨e͘n̢ t́o ̸hi̢ş ̵maste̛r̢.” 

After allowing another moment to ensure that the static settled, he ran a meticulous hand through the puppet’s soft hair. Mouthing something too unintelligible for his speech slides, it closed its corrupted eyes and tilted its head, nuzzling into the touch with reverence. Anti’s grin changed then, a keen edge of dominance and sadism emerging.

He couldn’t wait to see the expressions of the other poor playthings, but he could have a lot of fun with this in the meantime.

“G҉͘oo̧d b̷ò́ý͡.”

Jameson’s turn! 🖤

Click on the links below for the other egos I’ve drawn in this style:

- Marvin the Magnificent

- Jackieboyman

-Henrik Schneeplestein

- Chase Brody

- Antisepticeye

- Seán McLoughlin & all egos

Please don’t steal/repost

Happy 2-year anniversary to A Heist With Markiplier! feat. some of my favourite endings!

Stringed Up

(TW: Needles, blood, Anti being Anti, electric shocks, and some good ol’ puppetry~)

“I’ve got no stri̡͉̘͓̬̖n̖͚͓͓̲̻g̨̧̬͕͕͖s̫̝̺̰͖͉ ̧̥̯̗͎̳ to hold me down~” The humming came from somewhere on Jameson’s right, a needle poked through his right arm, as his master slid a red string into the mutes arms, he winced, blood poked out from in-between his new strings, “Do you know why I like you JJ?~” Anti tapped the back of his skull, grinning, “You can’t scream. I do enjoy the wails every so often, but god, your eyes are so expressive its almost like your still scr̴̅͝e̵̾̓a̴̓̽m̴̿̚ing.” He inched his finger down JJ’s forehead and hovered over his right eye which was crying, his lips trembled, the fedora had been removed in this operation, he felt yet another needle poke into his neck, his masters breath cold and smelling of iron, “Now….Hold still.” His mouth opened in a silent scream as a wire was forced in, glistening with his blood he watched in horror as Anti plugged it into a socket.

Shocks convulsed throughout him as his new strings were pulled by Anti’s hands, slick with his own blood, feeling faint he was pulled to his feet, his hair standing on end, “Now….you should know why I gave you these strings, I want to see you dance.” He looked sick for a moment, wanting so badly to move his bruised fingers, but he found he could not move his limbs at all, unless his master pulled one to his whim. “Perhaps you didn’t hear me. I said…..d̵̪̠̐̂ä̸̳̳́̒ǹ̵͖͕̅c̷̱͎̅͠ȩ̸͈̋̚.” Yet another shock went through Jameson’s body as his arm was lifted in a makeshift pose, bowing before his master who’s grin was wide and made JJ’s stomach churn, he felt his feet start to move uselessly beneath him, as Anti hummed more of the song.

“I’ve got no strings to hold me down

To make me fret

To make me frown

I had strings…..” He pulled Jameson into his arms, tangling the strings around his puppets neck, watching the mute choke silently, eyes begging for release, “Good Puppet~” He let him go, watching him fall to the ground, breathing heavily, he walked forward, kicking him onto his back and causing yet another shock to go through the mute, his vision going black for a moment as he heard his master hiss the last lyric in his ear as he grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up to pet his hair. “But now I’m free….There are no strings o̸͇̭͊͝n̵̥͕̋̚ ̵̨̬͒̊m̴̡͙̾͠e̶̻̮͌͋~”

(A/N: Oh boyyyyyyy this ones been comin’ for a while, actually, I had like a vision on what I wanted to do, but not how to go about it, thanks to some….lets say inspiration, I finally got it done, its a bit short but ya know…..)

Tag list: @anti–anon @wyverwithy @darcywillfindyou @pumpkin-demon (again if you wanna be added or removed let me know)

I’m not super proud with how this turned out and I might have to redraw it, but at least I finally did it! I drew all the Demon Blood Bois :,,,,D

@lilyenderborn it has been done

Soo some Days ago me and some friends Talked about Fnaf and the Egos and Yeah Somehow we Got to Anti and Dawktrap and as we Know they both posses people and me and a friend made a Joke about it

Anti: possessing is fun

Dawktrap: Oh yeah it is.. Hey how about we switch

Anti: huh?

Dawktrap: we switch for a day you get to posses Dawko and I get one of yours

Anti smirking: hmm Sounds fun new experience~

Anti: Oh Jameson~

Later Anti possessing Dawko and Glitchtrap Possessing Jameson

Poor boys

F- YES ANOTHER CHAPTER!!!!! ⟟ WAITED FOR IT

Tension

Fantasy Masks AU: Chapter Eleven

A JSE Fanfic

Ayy, another one! Are you excited? I am! The group heads back to Wyvernlair, with a few small scenes happening along the way. Marvin and Jameson are here now, having some time adjusting to being in the group. Then, once they actually arrive and meet up with Jackie, he and Marvin…well, they have a lot of stuff to sort out. Not to mention there’s something going on with Jameson… Anyway, here it is, enjoy reading :D

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It took a few days for the group to lose any potential pursuers. Chase wasn’t sure that they’d been followed in the first place—or if they had, he didn’t think it was for long—but he understood the reasoning. They were heading back to Wyvernlair, the Masked Phantoms’ main base. They couldn’t risk the King or any of his warriors knowing where that was.

Once they were sure nobody knew where they’d gone, the group shifted direction, heading west instead of south. Chase had been confused about that, at first. They were mainly using the river as transportation. Wouldn’t it be hard to find a stream that headed in the direction they wanted? But that wasn’t the case. As it turned out, the defining characteristic of marshlands like the Moors was, in fact, still water, making it very easy to navigate. Who knew? Certainly not Chase; he’d never been in a marsh before this.

But as it turned out, Marvin had spent a lot of time in the Southern Moors. Chase had been surprised by that. He didn’t really seem the type. Though, maybe that was generalizing. Wizards had always seemed like they’d spend their time sitting in palace towers, reading books and practicing spells while wearing fine robes and jewelry. Chase had never pictured one spending time in swampy marshes.

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“Dóń'̵t̨ ̸y͏ou̵ D̵A̶RE ̢lay a̸n͏o̸t̢h͞e̡r͟ ҉f̵iņģer̶ on̴ my b̧r͡othe͟rs͠! ̕” (The artist of angst has arrived with another Anti and JJ sketch I thought you’d appreciate! :) )

Submitted by: @turquoisemagpie

My precious boys! I love them! (also the fact that they are barefoot is just so cute for some reason, thank you for this)