Winged JJ In The Air: Graceful, Elegant, Fast. Winged JJ The Moment He Touches Down On The Ground: Wobbles

Pull, JJ and Anti.

The white noise swirling through his mind punctured his free thoughts, riddling them with…dizziness, confusion. The only thing he could feel clearly was the tingly sensation of magnets, luring him forward into waiting arms that he couldn’t quite distinguish.

(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.

Okay so I can’t get this scene out of my head of Schneeplestein giving Jameson a check up to finally find out why his voice doesn’t work, Schneep asking all these questions and JJ having to practically play charades because Schneep doesn’t know BSL. For example, Schneep is asking JJ if he thinks he was just created without a voice and JJ starts to sign, but Schneep interrupts him, “JJ, you know I can’t sign,” and JJ heaves a sigh of frustration and starts to mime answers to Schneep’s questions. Schneep asks if JJ wants to write down his responses, but JJ shakes his head, he thinks this is more entertaining. The whole scene is just Schneep and JJ’s check up shenanigans, and a fun bonding time for the two. <3

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After a while, Schneep started to narrow down the specifics of his questions.

“Does you voice feel hoarse vhen you try to use it?”

JJ eventually got across that he’s never tried to use it.

Schneep marked something on his clipboard. “Can you try for me?”

JJ shook his head.

Puzzled, Schneep asked, “Vhy not?”

JJ took a shaky breath and pointed to his Adam’s apple. Or, at least where it should be.

Schneeplestein narrowed his eyes and leaned in closer to JJ’s throat to get a better view, and sure enough, there was almost no bump where the top of his voice box should protrude. Schneep set down his clipboard and pressed against the spot of the mute ego’s missing Adam’s apple, JJ immediately recoiled and placed a protective hand against his neck. He gazed up at the doctor with furrowed brows and a pained expression, guilt shining in his eyes.

Schneep didn’t need Jameson to do anything for him to understand what happened.

“How long have you known about this?”

JJ averted his gaze, but the flush coloring his cheeks told Schneep all he needed to know.

“I see. Vell, vhy didn’t you vant to tell me about this?”

JJ, poised in his typical impeccable posture, tensed his shoulders and glanced at the clipboard. Schneep, seeing this, gave the clipboard and a pen to JJ.

The mute ego takes the pen and writes his answer in a flowing, beautifully styled cursive.

Before I even knew my name, I knew him. He was the only thing I knew. He was my world. His laugh sent ice down my spine, his voice clawed at my ears, his smile raked across my eyes. He carved into me like I was a pumpkin on Halloween. I can still hear my screams echoing in my head, sometimes I doubt those screams were ever mine. It lasted for an eternity, my God, Hendrik, it lasted forever. But eventually I stopped screaming, I stopped making noise, yet the pain never ceased. I didn’t notice at first, maybe he grew bored of my incessant noise, but he shredded my vocal cords into ribbons and cut my voice box out of my throat. How he was able to take my voice, but not my breath is horrific, but once he did this, he was gone. Then I was gone. Placed in another reality. This reality. That is why I didn’t want to tell you about this. My good friend, I didn’t want you to worry about me more than you already do. It’s done, it can’t be reversed. All my wounds have healed, except this one. There is nothing a good doctor such as yourself can do to make this right. You can’t fix me. I’m happy here, with you and the others. Please, just let me be.

Halfway through writing his note, JJ’s eyes started tearing up and his hand began trembling, nonetheless he finished it and returned the clipboard to Schneeplestein.

As soon as the clipboard left JJ’s hand, he stood up and darted out of the doctor’s office. Schneep, sensing he needed to be left alone, let JJ leave without a word.

The doctor picked up JJ’s note, and as he read deeper into it, anguish crept onto his face.

How had Jameson kept this to himself all this time?

Schneeplestein walked over to the door and peered outside where he saw JJ slumped against the far wall, he could hear a faint noise coming from his direction. Schneep, curious as to what the noise could be, stepped out of his office and started towards JJ. As he grew closer to him, he saw that the soft noise was JJ. He was crying. It was probably the loudest sound JJ had even made in a long time. Quiet, quivering gasps of breath, and trembling shoulders. Upon seeing this, Schneep rushed over to JJ’s side and sat down next to him. JJ didn’t seem to notice. The doctor had never been one to comfort others. That job was always taken by Jack, or Marvin, or JJ. Yet Schneep placed a tender arm around JJ, determined to help him feel better. Though the mute ego’s shoulders relaxed, he was quietly sobbing even harder than before. Schneep opened his mouth to speak.

“Vere you ever going to tell us about this?”

JJ quickly shook his head no and buried his face in his hands. The doctor gave a heartbroken sigh.

“I’m here to support you, okay, JJ?”

Jameson lifted his gaze to meet Schneeplestein’s.

“Ve all are.”

Without warning, JJ wrapped his arms around Schneep in a tight hug. Schneep tensed, not used to being touched, much less hugged. Wanting to console JJ as much as he could, he gingerly returned the gesture.

JJ parted first. His sobbing had gone down considerably to a silent sniffle.

He smiled at Schneeplestein and mouthed two words.

Thank you.

Schneep drew a short breath and gave a small smile back, “Let’s get you home.”

"Why are you resisting?" Anti please!

Green – red – white – black – The world around him had been swallowed up in those clashing, blinding colors. Jameson’s eyes and ears were pounding, stirring hot sparks of pain as he shook his head against the intrusion, but it felt as if the more he fought it, the harder it became to form his own thoughts. Worse, the monster was turning them against him, whispering them back in the static as his words.

Not…a puppet!

“A pu̡p̨̧p̵̵̶e̵͟͜t…A pup̡̕͡ṕ̸͞ȩt…”

Leave me…alone…

“A͡l͜o͏͘n̡͡e…A͜͢lwa̸̵ỳs͜ ̶̧͡a̡lơņ̵e…”

With every passing moment he could feel his body falling number and limper in Anti’s grasp, knees buckling. With mocking gentleness Anti lowered him down, letting him kneel. Using what little strength he had left, Jameson shook his heavy head once more, slurring something too garbled and pained for his speech slides to catch. Green, red, white, black –

“Why͜ aŕ̀e͘ ̨ỳơu̶̶ r̛es͟i̧͜͠s̨̀t͏͏͢i̵̕n͡g͠? T͠͡he p̴á͠i̧n͢ ̴oņ̀͡l͘͟y la̛şt̸͢͡s͞ ̡͡a͜s̢ lon̴̢g͝ ą̵͘ş̢ yo̵u ̷f͠i̡g͠h̴͘t ̷i̸̡t̷̀, b͞҉͠oy.” 

With the faintest of strokes to Jameson’s cheek, the static changed, drawing a faint gasp. It smoothed and quickened within him, pouring to the tips of his toes and filling him to the crown of his head. At the very edge of his mind, however, there was a gap, a gap that hurt – the last resistance. It hammered between his eyes, aching, screaming. He stood on a precipice with a wave of static frozen over him. Green, red, white, black –

The wave…It would feel so good, it would soothe that last pain.

Green – red – white – black.

W̶e̴à͠k̀͜ – b͜͏l͢e̸̶̕e͏ḑ – f̡̡́ơ͘r͢ge̴̛t – s͜le̴e̡p.

The wave crashed and he drowned in it.

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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Happy birthday, JJ!

Hope our favourite dapper man has an awesome day today, and I hope you guys have a Happy Halloween! Stay safe you guys!

Ack sorry I've been out all night but could I get a nose boop with, say, JJ and Marv? ❤️ - Vic

“May I ask you to explain this trick one more?”

Marvin didn’t look up from his book as he answered. “I found a tome on transfiguration and I want to test it out. I need you to hold the can so that if I do turn it into a puppy, it won’t be able to run away.”

JJ wrung his hands nervously. “Why choose me? Surely one of the others would suffice!” 

Marvin looked at JJ and realized just how nervous the young ego was. “Hey, it’ll be okay. No need to be scared,” he said softly. “I’ve got good control over my magic.”

“I know. It’s simply the fact that it’s magic at all! I trust you completely, good sir, but I trust the magic as much as I trust air travel, which is to say not at all!”

Marvin shrugged. “Fair enough, I guess. But this spell has no chance of being harmful! At worst, it makes the can grow a tail. I have some reversal spells ready just in case, if that makes you feel better. Just hold still, and it will all be fine.” He held up his hands, ready to preform the spell. JJ looked like he wanted to protest some more, but instead he held the can out at arms length and closed his eyes. 

Marvin read the spell, and softly glowing green mist began to surround his fingers. As he went on it was joined by a pale blue mist, and then the two combined. They formed a ball in Marvin’s hand, glittering with teal and turquoise. He lightly tossed the ball at the can.

Metal is a very good conductor when it comes to electricity. As it turned out, it was a conductor for certain spells as well.

There was a small flash of light. The can fell to the ground, right next to the brown puppy with the black mustache print under his nose. The puppy opened his mouth to yelp, but no sound came out. He crouched low to the ground, trembling.

“Oh my-JJ!” Marvin moved closer and picked the puppy up. he was a little Boston Terrier. Marvin held him close to his chest and pet him, trying to get him to calm down. Eventually JJ stopped shaking, and Marvin set him down on the ground again. He sat down on the ground as well. 

As guilty as he felt about turning JJ into a dog, he couldn’t help but grin and giggle. JJ padded up closer to Marvin, with his little puppy paws, and settled down in his lap. Marvin booped his nose and laughed when JJ tried to bite his finger playfully, his tiny puppy teeth not even hurting. From what Marvin could tell, based on what was the dog equivalent of a mortified expression after the fact, JJ still had his human mind but also had puppy instincts.

“Don’t worry JJ, I’ll get you turned back in no time,” he said. He pet JJ on the head. “But first…JACKIE! CHASE! SCHNEEP! GET IN HERE!”

JJ looked at him with puppy anger. “I just want to let them see you! You’re adorable!” JJ growled. “Please? Just for a minute?”

JJ stared at him. Then he started wagging his tail as a way of saying, “Fine.” 

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

I absolutely adore Jameson Jackson 🥰.

Okay, imagine Anti makes the rest of the egos to summon a demon, but it goes all wrong. The demon possesses JJ, who is now worse than Anti and Dark together so he needs to be stopped at all cost, but it's not as easy as they think it is.

Oh I adore this!

He’s chaotic but elegent and always plans ahead. The demon is in JJ’s head and JJ knows pretty much all the egos. So it knows their weaknesses.

JJ is fighting the entire time but really he was a puppet before why not just give in?