It’s Going To Be Okay, I Promise

hey so im not dead! unlike jj here! 

I'm gonna log out now See you guys!

“My heart still beats for you, I hope you won’t carve it out.”

“I’ll consider it.”

TW // Body horror, fungal growths, blood

Day 12 : Blind

“You will be perfect for my new story.”

"Do you remember?.." with schneep and jj?

“Uhhhg, where…where am I?”

Jameson sat up, blinking against the blinding amount of light in the room.

This…this wasn’t where he was.

“H-hello?”

“JJ!”

Jameson flinched at the yell. A pair of arms wrapped around him in a crushing hug. “You are finally awake! It has been days!” The man released Jameson, leaving the latter gasping for breath. “Oh, I am sorry! I did not mean to prevent the breathing! Let me call in the others, they will want to see that you are okay!”

“Others?”

“Of course! Chase has been feeling very guilty, he will be happy to see you awake!”

Jameson looked at the man. He was sure they’d never met. “I’m terribly sorry, sir. I don’t know who Chase is, or who you are for that matter.”

The man’s face fell. “What?”

Jameson looked around the room. “How did I get here? I was just carving a pumpkin a second ago. I…I cut my finger, I believe. Did I pass out?” He looked at the man again. “You’re a doctor, I see. I was alone. How did you find me?”

All the blood had drained from the man’s face, leaving him ghostly in appearance. “JJ, I’m your brother. Schneep! Doctor Schneeplestien! Do you remember?”

Jameson felt bad for the man. He was so distraught. “I’m sorry. I don’t. I don’t think I have brothers or a family. Have you mistaken me for someone else, perhaps? And my name isn’t JJ. It’s Jameson.”

“Your nickname is JJ. We call you it all the time.” There were tears going down the man’s face now. Jameson felt a pang of sympathy. But the man was a stranger, so it was only a pang. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t know you.”

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

some darkpuppet angst

I haven’t written angst in a while. Let’s see if I can break hearts as well as I used to. 

~`~`~

Anti laughed. An ear-splitting glitchy laugh. “W̟̌h͙̤͊̓a͓͑t̖̉’s̰̜̎͑ ̠̪͘͝wr̖͑ǒ̫ṋ̉ǧ̥ D̨̻͆̈a̖͒r͋͢k̬̋y?”

Dark groaned and wiped blood from his lip. Was it blood? He doubted he was human enough to have it.

“Give him back!” he yelled.

“W͉͘ho?͓̞̂̐ ͈̜̐͞My ̥͐p͍͝u̥̦͆͋ṕ̖̬͊pe̅͢t͚̄?̟̥́͂ M̩̈y̻̠͒̐ ̙͂being̳̏ ̰̬̍̈t̩̒h̩͐ẽ̖͊͜ ̨́key̮̿ ̟̐ẁ̺o̩̚rǩ͚͔̽ẽ̻r ̫̼̌͐D̖̜̅͐a͔͛r̗͆k͔͊!” Anti paced in front of the other man. 

Dark groaned and tried to get off the floor of the void. “He doesn't belong to you!”

“A̡͝n̥̓d͖̦̂̆ ̙͘h̥̭̋͞e ̠̈b̖̾̕͟elơ͕ng̬͓̀͗s͇̮͛̚ tȍ̹̫̆ ̥̋͋ͅy̳͗ǒ̤̑͜u̩͡?”

Dark shook his head. “He belongs to himself.”

“B̩̋ū͟t͇̽ ̭͌y̭̹̽͞ǫ͖̽͛u̟͓͊̓ ̭́ŵ̼ã̧n̼̓t͎̘̉̚ h̲̍ĭ̘m̱̋.” Anti squatted in front of Dark. “Yȯ͔͎͘u̮̻͝͠’͓͝r̮̾e͍̍ ̝̜̽͞i̪̚n ̟̻̇̐ḽ̙̎̕ỏ͉v̠̭̆̃ĕ̼͆ͅ.”

Dark grabbed Antis neck and pushed him against the ground. “Shut up!”

Anti gasped and clawed at Darks arm. “W̱͛h̡̯̔͞at͓͠ i͋͟f̜͗ ̛͚̘̅İ͎ ͉̼́͘to̫͞l͓̯͛͒d̢͙̔̅ y̙̋ou,” he struggled to speak, “t̖͉̍̈́ơ͍ĺ̼̺̣͋̕d̫̘͈̒̂͑ ̺͈̚͡ẙ̱̘͐o͈̰̔͐u̬̕ ̱̽t͇̔h̲͂a̹̖̻͆̓̚t ̞̬̈͂̓͟I̛͓̿͢ ḑ̳̯͂̕̕ȋ̼̼̣̉̍dn̖̟̪̄͛̍'̳̻̎̋̎ͅt̞͊ ̥̟͙̍̊̍t̡̟̍̔ȃ̲k̨̦̲̆̿͡ȩ̻̀̄ ̘̃h͕͙̟͊̾̚i̻͚̣̿̍̆m̠͉̍͌.̹̠̫̄͡͠”

Dark blinked and loosened his grip. “H̯̖̞̊̓̋ĕ̡̺̓ ̪̌c̜̬̈́͌á̦͍̏m̯̾ë̫͈̏ b͊͢á̖̤͘c̠̃̈͟k͉̍ ̳̣̻̐̎̆to͖͘ ͔͉͍̽̅̍m̢̙̪̂̽́ḛ̌,” Anti spat out.

Dark moved to grab Anti again but was stopped when a shock went through him. He let out a scream and fell off of Anti. 

Anti hopped up off the ground and kicked Dark over, stepping on his shoulder to keep him on the ground. Anti turned behind him and grinned. “S̳̅p̣̫̂̇ea̩͂k̨͈͋͊in̨͞g of̮̾ ̝̌t̜͑ḧ̡è̠̫͆ p͓̣̎̒ȗ͎p͛͜pe͊͟ṭ͍̔̐.̢̠̅̈́”

Jameson stood in the void holding a taser. “C̨͍͍̣̉͛̉͞o͍͂̕͜m̡͉̥̿̒̃ȩ̹̄͞ ̼̽̎͢o̗̬̊͡ṇ̃ ̭̼̀̕͝ͅọ̓v̨͔̻̟̈́͊̈͆ḙ̒͂͢r͔̊,” Anti called. 

Jameson slowly walked over, stumbling as if his movements weren’t his own. When he was close enough Dark could see his eyes. They were unfocused and misty. More green than the blue he had grown so familiar with. Dark pushed against Anti, rage renewed in his eyes. 

Anti chuckled and forced him back down. “Ć͎̳̆o̥͘m̙͌ė̩ h͈͂ė͕̟͗r̝̱̒̿e̳̾ ̹͑p͇̂eẗ̤́̋͟.” 

Jameson took a jerky step forward. Anti sighed and pulled him the rest of the way. “Ǐ̻ ͇̀s͎͑t͓́il̼͒l͙̃ ̯̍ḣ̲ad ̺͑e͖͡nough ̘́i̻̒n̬̒flu͇̍e̘͒nc̦͑e̪͐ ̤̚o̲̅n h̖̀i͓̕m̮͐ ͕̑tǭ ̭͒ǵ̭et̪͛ ̟̆h̬̋ỉ͈m̠͐ ̪͌ho͖̔m̒͟e.” He turned to Dark and grinned. He turned back to the mute and kissed him quickly. 

Dark growled and grabbed at Anti’s leg. “Ỷ̹er̺̼̿͝ ̚ͅp̛̯̩̓̕͜i̠͉̠̝͂͗̇͗̓͜ṯ̇i̟͞f̰̋ū͚l̯̭̣̥̍͛̄̂,” Anti hissed

Anti stepped off of Dark and pulled Jameson away. Jameson blinked and struggled against Anti. Eyes now wide and back to their normal colour. Eyes now full of fear. 

Dark jumped up and reached for him. Jameson reached back but was glitched away with Anti. 

Dark cursed and looked around the now empty void. His aura cracked behind him just as his heart did.

"You don't want me to look at you-well why don't you look at me?" With Anti and JJ?

He wouldn’t break, Jameson promised himself fiercely. He wouldn’t bow to the twisted whims of that monster. He was nothing more than a sadistic madcap. JJ had a family – brothers and a father to protect. Even if he couldn’t fight on the offensive, even if resistance was all he could offer, he would give it everything he had. He had to be strong for them.

“Don’t even look at me, monster! Let me go this instant!” he hollered, scratching at Anti’s fisted hands in a futile attempt to tear them off of him. He didn’t even draw blood; all that surfaced were particles of static, breaking off and then magnetizing back to his skin. 

“Ooh͝, ̛I͘ l͜i̶k͝e͝ ͢t͠h͟a̡t̨fr͢ésh de̕fi͜a͞nce, J̵a̷ck͜s҉o͜n!” the demon hissed, steering him into the nearby wall with a thud that briefly ended Jameson’s struggle as it knocked the wind out of him. “If ̴y͏o̴u don̡'̛t҉ ͏w͢an̷t̕ m͘e ͜to loo͘k̷ a̢t́ y͜o̴u̢,̢ w̸h́ý don͏’t yo̵u l̴òok át me͘?” Jameson’s breath hitched as he gasped for it and Antisepticeye chuckled mockingly. “Will th́e p̢ưpp͘e̶t̨ da͜r̷e to m͡eet̛ ͜h҉is m̢as̢ţer’s e͟y͢es,jusţ ͏to prov҉e that̵ h̶e ̶ca҉n?Do ̨y̧o͜u ̴reall̵y͜ ͡t͞hink҉ ̀y͘ou'̡re̢ s̷t҉rong ȩn̛o̴ugh?”

“I – !” I am, Jameson intended to say. With my family behind me, I am. As soon as he lifted his head, however, his speech slide faltered. Antisepticeye’s eyes were nothing but black, soulless pits, penetrating him with the same intensity as the static buzzing around them. They were blacker than black, deeper than that. As if by instinct, Jameson stared more deeply into them. The longer he did, the more he couldn’t help but think – he’d never seen such dark eyes with so much light in them. In a cruel way, they were almost beautiful. He couldn’t look away, not if he wanted to prove himself. He couldn’t look away…He didn’t want to.

Quiet

Slow breaths.

He kept his eyes shut tight. His chest rose and fell slowly. His breathing sounded too loud, no matter how much he tried to quiet it.

Stay quiet.

His heartbeat thundered in his ears. 

Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum. 

Too loud. Too loud!

“Wh̶e͝r̛e͘ ar͜e y͟o͠u̶…͟”

He squeezed his eyes shut tighter and tried to keep his breathing steady. His heartbeat sped up, making his task near impossible.

Bum bum bumbum bumbumbumbumbumbum

 Do ̷y̷o͢u̴ t͡hi̴nk t͝ḩere'͞s̢ an̨y̶ poi͝nt҉ ̸i͞n hįding͏?̕”

Slow breaths. Stay quiet. Slow breaths, stay quiet.

“I̡'̕m g͢oi͘n҉g̡ t̡ǫ ͜f̶i͠nd you͠.” 

Playful. That’s what that tone was. This was a game.

Slow breaths, stay quiet. 

“I ̀c͏a̴n̡ s̛eńse҉ y͏o͠ur͠ f̶eaŗ.”

Slow breaths stay quiet.

“I ̷c̀an̡ ̢ḩea͡r y̨o̸ur ra͠cin̡g he̷a̢r̴tb͘ęa͡t͘.̷”

Slowbreaths stayquiet.

“P͟o̵or̡ ͡l͜it͞t́lę p͡u͡p̢pet̕.̵..͟”

Slowbreathsstayquiet.

“Y͡o̕ư'̧r̶e ͏sơ ba͢d͝ at t҉h̡i͘s ̸ga̡m҉e̷.”

The door burst open. He opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out. No sound ever came out.

Yet he still hadn’t been quiet enough.

(Well, I tried to write a fic. Easing back into it.) 

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