❝Good Boy.❞ With Anti And JJ?

Secrets in the Static

Jameson Jackson was born with blood on his hands, put there by one who was born the same. Jameson Jackson was born with silver strings pulled taut around his wrists, controlled by a master that he can’t remember. He can’t remember. But his brothers can’t forget. After they had collected their shivering little brother, Anti’s own demonstration of how far his power stretches, they all made a pact with one another. Not a single one of them would dare breathe a word of this to their dapper man. He didn’t deserve to carry the burden that had been thrust upon him mere minutes after his creation. Ignorance is bliss after all.

They never believed that JJ meant anything to Anti past that video. They had thought that he had gotten bored of their baby brother. They had thought he was safe. But Anti had been in their heads. He knew how fiercely they all loved, how it could cloud their judgements and become their weakness. He knew exactly how much they would do for this puppet. JJ was a blank slate, and oh how beautiful a masterpiece he would create with their own devotion as his chalk. 

It was only two weeks after JJ’s initial possession that Anti made his first move. The glitch appeared before the littlest ego. At first JJ had tried to ignore him, thinking that it was just his imagination, a mirage of sorts. But the ghost kept appearing, getting closer and closer until there was no room left to deny his reality.

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hey, lets get some food going, we got a new family member to welcome!

Anti: So, you appear on the screen and screech at them, got it?

JJ: >:(

Now I’m curious to see our mute baby boy as an angry mute potato…

I was bored so I started playing around with Mark and Jack’s eye colors. I think these turned out okay for a first try! ^^”

So cute

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His hands were gentle against James’ temples, holding his head up and steady so they could keep their eyes locked. Janson’s chest tightened at the fatigue and sadness staring back at him, now hazing over with a thin layer of static. 

“Kee͘p your ̴e̛yes ̴on m͝e,” he instructed softly. “W͠a͠t͢c̢h the ͠s͜tatic̢ sh͠ift…It’s ͜s͜o͝ot̀h͜in͠g to ̴watch, ̕isn’t it? Let yo͏urs̵elf ̷sl̶ip d͡eep̡er a̢nd d͏èe͜pe͞r̴ i̧nto cal͝m and peace. Si͜ņk̵ ̴d̨ow̨n. Let y͜our̡ ̵stressful thoųgh̸ts haz͠e ͢ove̛r͡…You don’t need them right now.” He waited a beat, watching the younger Ego’s eyes fall half-closed, and then questioned, “W̴h̨at w̢as ̧u̧p̕s̛e̛ţtin͢g̡ you, James?”

He blinked sluggishly, lips barely moving as he mumbled. “Dunno…Can’t ’member right now…S’all fuzzy.”

Relief tingled down Janson’s spine at the words. “Good. Go̵ǫd̨. Those thoughts wi͡l͠l s͢ţa̷y̛ ͡fa̴r, fa͏r͝ àwa͝y̕ ̀u͘n̛til you’ve had a nice, ŗefr̢e͠sḩi̧n͠ǵ ̴nap. Let'̢s̵ ̴foc͡u̶s o͏n ̧tha̛t.”

All the boys!!!

(I... I just realized I didn’t sign that last ask, the one about being bored... so yeah, that was me, btw... whoops) I’d love some angst, if you’re up for it. Also, gosh, if I had the chance, I would want to hang out with you! Watch YouTube, chat, chill... it would be fun! - Vic

(That would be fun! Sorry this took forever, as soon as I started writing we had to go out. I have no idea what this is, nor why it went the way it did, but I hope you enjoy!)

“Aŕe҉ y̸o͝u̸ ̷r͏ęady͞, pùp͠p̕et̸?”

Schneep didn’t answer. Ever since Anti had taken him they’d done the same things every day. He just hung his head, waiting for the inevitable. Anti laughed.

“W͝e'r҉e̵ tŕyin̕g ̷someth҉i̧ņg͜ ne͡w t́od̢ay̷.,” Anti said, literally buzzing with anticipation. Schneep raised his head. Something new? What fresh torture had the glitch thought up?

Anti tossed a scalpel to Schneep. It hit the floor with a small clink. Schneep glared at Anti as the glitch cackled. Very funny. Toss something to a shackled prisoner who couldn’t catch it. ‘Very f**king funny,’ Scnheep thought. But he knew better than to say it out loud. Anti stopped laughing abruptly, his eyes going black. “Y̧o͝u ͟h̶av̧e͜ ͡a pa̵ti͝en̶t̵, d͢octor̷.̀”

Schneep stumbled when Anti pushed him forward. He gripped the scalpel tightly, it’s familiarity a small comfort after weeks but also a painful reminder of…of his failure the last time he’d held one. The failure that had lead to his situation. A light flickered on. And on an operating table laid an ego.

It wasn’t Jackie, or Chase, or Marvin. It was an ego Schneep had never seen before. A new one.

Did…did that mean Jack was alive? Hope sparked in Schneep’s chest. But it was snuffed by the static that burst in his ears.

A new ego. Before he’d been rescued?

“D́o̧ ͡you͝ ̛thįn͏k ̵the̢y̶'re̵ ͠stil͢ļ l͏óo̢k̕i̡ng fo͟r҉ y̨o͏u?” Anti’s voice whispered through the static. “N͟o.͡ ̷Th͡e͢y̡ fou̧nd͜ ͟sóm̴eo̴n͟e͢ ͢n̴e̶w. ̡Some̸one͞-”

“-to r̡͡ep̸͢͏l͠a͞c̷̕ȩ́ me,” Schneep finished, hurt and anger beginning to build in his chest. His words had been barely a murmur, but they echoed around him. Some part of him protested. Maybe Jack hadn’t meant to make someone new! Maybe it was an accident! But Anti’s influence flooded his mind and silenced the protests.

“Sho͝w̧ ̸h́i̢m̡ ̶h͟e̛ c̸an͟'̡t re̛pl҉ace͜ yo͞u.͜ S͡how҉ th̡e҉m͏.͡You͠ ̧h͠a̵v̡e̡ ͜so ̡m̵a͞ny͢ ̴sc͝a̛r҉ş. ͞A͢n͏d̵ he's͠ b̢ra͠n̵d n̶e̵w͢.̕G̀i͠ve ͟h҉i͏m s̷ome̕ sc͠a͞r̛s̡,̵ ̵pu̧p͝p͝et.͏ B͟reak͏ ͢their ne͡w ̛l͝įttlé ͡to̧y̷.”

“Scars…break.” Schneep moves closer. “If…if they want to replace me…it should be acc͜ưra͟t͡e.

Ooooh, could you do something with a merman Illinois luring someone out to see and drowning them? Like a siren?

His voice rolled with the waves, echoes carried on their course, as smooth, deep and silky as liquid gold, as clear as glass. He could already see the dazed wonder on the traveler’s face and the sway of their body to the song as they rowed their boat closer. Unrolling his rope of entwined seaweed and rigging, he tossed it out to them, chuckling as they took it up with eager hands – so very happy to be reeled in.

“You’ll be seein’ me in your dreams, even when your reality drowns…There’s a bright side to every wrong thing if you’re looking at me through the right eyes…Don’t be so shy, friend,” he urged with a dazzling smile. “Come closer. Don’t you want to share your adventure with me?” 

Follow me into the water…I’ll take you to the darker.