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Egotober day 1: Hat

The hatter offers you a cup of tea, do you accept?

Phantoms

Fantasy Masks AU: Chapter Two

A JSE Fanfic

Oh wow, second chapter already? :O Yeah I was really excited to keep writing this. Fantasy is my element; I’ve returned home. After wandering out into the woods for so long, Chase wakes up in an unfamiliar location. Where is he? Who are these strange masked people who have found him? And what happened back in his village? Answers will follow, as we meet new people…including a couple boys that us readers will know :D

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Chase woke up slowly, over the course of what had to be a few minutes. First, he was aware of weight, something pressing down on him. It was warm. And that felt really, really good. Because there was a coldness in his core that he couldn’t quite shake, sending chills across his skin. After the weight, sound came trickling in. There wasn’t much of it. Just some strange scratching sounds, and occasionally footsteps, which echoed. It was only after registering the echo that thoughts started to form. Where…where was he? How’d he get here? Last he remembered, he was…in the forest? It was dark. Was it nighttime? Chase found it hard to recall.

He finally opened his eyes. It was difficult; they felt weighed down. But he did it. And once his eyes were open, he saw…stone. Rough, natural stone, not stone bricks. The light was strong, but flickering. And completely unfamiliar.

Turning his head to the side was an effort, but he managed. He was on a bed, he recognized that much. With a few layers of blankets, including one made of fur on top. Again, completely unfamiliar. As was the rough stone room he found himself in. Some sort of cave…? But then why was there a bed in a cave? No, scratch that. There was a whole row of beds, he could see them extending to the side, along with a couple rickety wooden chairs. And, currently sitting down in one of those chairs, was a woman with a bird face.

“Wh…?” Chase tried to sit up, but the blankets were too heavy, and his body felt weak, so he gave up easily.

Weiterlesen

“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)

"I won't help you." Jameson signed. The red strings hissed around Jay's wrists, slowly tightening every few minutes. Jay fought them as much as he could, constantly ignoring how much they burned when he tried to pull them off. Anti pulled Jay close to him. "I still need you." Anti growled, swinging his knife at Jay.

Jameson avoided this and kicked Anti instead. Anti didn't move, but became furious. He grabbed Jameson's arms and shoved him into a wall. "You're going to give me answers, and it doesn't matter how much time you're wasting from me. You need to know when to give up. You couldn't save any of them, not even yourself, so what makes you think that you can escape from this so easily?" Anti hovered above the ground and glitched wildly. Jay closed his eyes and rolled across the floor, then stood back up.

Jameson opened his eyes and waited. Anti charged at him, and Jameson turned to face him, throwing a few good punches before jumping in the air and moving around missing Anti's knife attacks. Anti smiled, the bruises on his face healing in seconds. "Hmm...So Jackie taught you something after all. Tired already too?" Anti taunted.

Jameson looked exhausted and he noticed blood spilling from beneath his clothes. He desperately tried to wipe it off, but he could only feel horror as more of it got onto his hands.

Tears formed in Jay's eyes. He began to feel dizzy, and fell to the floor. "I know you might not hear me. That's fine. Just know that you can't win." Anti turned to face Schneep. "Tell him what I just said. I want him to see it for himself." Anti grinned. Schneep signed Anti's message. This is only made Jay cry more, quietly to himself.

"I thought you escaped?" Jameson moved his hands, looking at Schneep. "I tried but it did not work. You will learn that freedom is not an option. You will be a puppet too." Schneep replied.

Anti's hands glowed green and he healed Jameson. "What do we do next, master?" Schneep questioned. "You let jackie escape....Do you think I would be giving your more important orders right now?" Anti's eyes glowed green and his expression became a scowl. "We take Jay with us. He will be useful with information....." Anti held his knife close to Jay's face, just to see him cry again.

Heres what I have been working on for the last couple of days! Bubble egos! Hope you enjoy it i worked a lot on the poses and background! Reblogs>likes

individual egos in bubbles underneath the cut:

Feel free to use as stickers or icons or anything else!

Jameson sat up, feeling more than just exhausted. Soreness had spread everywhere, and he could no longer stand. The cold metal chains were latched onto his wrists, and he cried out in pain before falling face first into a bucket of water. Struggling to breathe, the way he was bent made it impossible for him to pull his head out of the bucket. The chains held him back, and he was stuck to the floor.

The echo of footsteps slowly approached him. Anti yanked Jameson's head out of the water pulling him by his hair. When he let go, and Jameson could stand he stood closer to Jameson. "Here. Drink this." Anti pressed a mug of coffee close to Jameson's face. "please, no more." Jameson begged, shaking. "But you love coffee. It doesn't matter if you haven't slept in 2 days, this is your last cup. I'm not going to give you anymore after this, puppet." he answered calmly.

"Shhh..." Anti shushed him before opening up Jameson's Jaw with his hands. He held it open and poured the rest of the steaming coffee into his throat. Jameson coughed hoarsely, his voice damaged from dehydration and heat.

"Now that's better, isnt it?" Anti asked softly. Jameson shook his head. Anti pulled his knife from his pocket and held it close to Jameson's eyes. "Say "Yes." "Agree with me, puppet." he growled. "yes master." Jameson stuttered. Anti moved away. "Just a few more hours, and I'll let you go." Anti promised. "really?" Jameson whimpered. Anti raked his claws across Jameson's back. "Did you really believe that I would set you free so easily?" he taunted. "No..." Jameson squeaked. Anti's knife swung into Jameson's right leg. Anti pulled it out slowly before cleaning off the blade.

"Good, because I'm not done with you yet, puppet." he hissed. Jameson twitched nervously. He said nothing.

Anti smiled, his eyes blacking out. "Have you ever stared into space? Doesn't it just pull you in until you no longer feel like you're real?" He leaned in closer. "Doesn't it hurt to not feel real, to be alone?" his claws reached to touch Jameson's face, and he tapped them lightly. Jameson stared into his coal black eyes and started to shake, sobbing into Anti's shoulder. "I always knew I wasn't real, that none of this was real, there was no possible way this could be happening. Everything is so foggy, it's just shapes. And your eyes...It just says it all. That I'm nothing. I don't exist do I?" Jameson moved away, tears soaking his clothes.

Anti's eyes began to swirl with bits of green contrasting against the emptiness. "There is a hole in my heart that cannot be filled. There is a rage inside I can't quite contain. But then there's you, your suffering fills my needs..." Anti picks up his knife again and slashes it across's Jameson's stomach. "I don't care who you are, I feel nothing towards you." He yelled, repeatedly slicing over the wound. Blood splashed into the air, and dripped down Jameson's leg forming large puddles. "You figure out for yourself who you are, where you think you are. You're in my hell now, and I make all the rules." he scoffed, before moving away. He paced the room, continuing his speech. "I often wonder how you're still alive, but then I remember I'm keeping you alive. Marvin can't find you, Jackie can't save you, chase isn't here, schneep is working, robbie is sleeping. I rule over all, I can travel wherever I please. I have everything I want, but I still need more. What better way, then to keep someone here, locked away forever? Someone I can talk to, who listens without a choice. Someone, that squeaks and whimpers but follows orders." 

"It's so obvious now..." Anti cackled. "I don't need anyone. Not even you." he pointed his knife at Jameson's throat. "I should've done this a long time ago." he pressed the blade closer into Jameson's skin. Anti glitched, growing taller than before. His whole body flickered, as he faded turning into a giant inky shadow. His bright eyes blinked back. Large tendrils of shadow crept along the walls, filling the room. Jameson struggled against the chains pleading. "It doesn't have to be this way! Please, stop! I'll give you whatever you want, just don't hurt them!"

"How disappointing...I always liked a begger...But now, I am my own king. This is my world." his laughter roared, rocking the entire room. Bits of ceiling crumpled. Tile cracked open. Even the blood on the ground started to move like jelly. The tendrils reached Jameson, holding him in place as Anti flew closer. "Say goodbye." he hissed. Jameson's unconscious body fell to the floor and his limbs convulsed wildly before becoming still. A few minutes later something strange happened. Jameson stood up, his eyes glowing green. He smiled an unusual grin. He walked over to a table with Schneep's stolen medical gun and injected it into his arm. He held a knife by his side before leaving the room. The bleeding stopped, and the wounds began to heal.

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❝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.”

How cute

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