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Curiosity Killed the Cat (Part 4)

Changing Minds

Part 3: [x] CKTC tag: [x]

As Marvin walked out of the shop, he huddled his arms against himself, mulling over Celine’s words.

“Something… from my past…” Marvin mused out loud as he wandered down the street lost in thought. He shivered as a cold wind blew right through him. He looked down and remembered he was still barefoot and in the clothes from his capture from Anti. He growled slightly at the thought, looking at his ruined pair of jeans and ratty shirt.

He looked on the street he had wandered down to see it lined with shops. Marvin’s face lit up slightly as he jogged to the front of a shop window, looking at the displays. He quickly saw a mannequin that caught his eye. It was sporting a snappy outfit, with a bright blue collared shirt, slick silver vest, black slacks and a thick jacket, as well as nice leather shoes. Marvin shivered again at the wind and huddled closer to the window, staring at the display.

He knew what he was thinking was wrong. But some dark part in his head whispered to him It doesn’t matter really, does it? They’ll never stop you. You’re blessed with power beyond their capabilities.

Marvin stares before a smirk comes over his face. He eyes the outfit, then snaps. In a small poof of purple and green smoke, Marvin’s ruined clothes take their place on the mannequin and Marvin now dons the outfit in the shop. He grins to himself and admires the outfit, feeling some tension leave his body. He steps over and attempts to adjust the outfit in the glass’s reflection only to be jolted by another sight in the shop.

A red and black outfit sits before him. A red collared shirt, black vest, and white slacks. Marvin looks at the reflection to see his startled face over the mannequin’s shoulders as if he was wearing the outfit. He remembers being forced to wear an outfit just like that.

“Phantom…” Marvin breathes, staring at it. Then it hits him.

Phantom’s book. That strange pitch black tome he remembered reading when he was first learning magic. That must be what Celine was hinting at. Marvin swallows shakily at the thought of being anywhere near Phantom. But what better way to get back at him than to steal something from the con man?

Marvin’s hesitant expression morphs into one of confidence as he snaps once more. His mask appears in his open palm and Marvin quickly puts it on and adjusts how it looks in the reflection before turning around. He catches a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of the shopkeeper behind him finding the new strange ensemble on his mannequin, then seeing the cheeky magician walking away with his merchandise. He tries to shout after Marvin, but the magician simply turns around and gives them shopkeep a shit-eating grin before cockily saluting at him and disappearing in a cloud of green smoke.

In a blink of an eye, Marvin is at the door of Phantom’s Dream Emporium. A shiver runs up his spine at the sight but he pushes past the feeling and raises a hand to try to blast through the door. But instead his magic flares and before he even has a chance to react there’s a pull in his gut and suddenly he’s inside the parlor. He blinks and looks down at his slightly glowing hands.

“How… How did I do that?” He whispers. Marvin is not usually able to teleport so easily or teleport so soon after already doing so. He shakes his head and moves over to focus on the task at hand.

Marvin tiptoes quietly across the red velvet floor, making his way to the bookshelf in the back. The magician seems almost drawn directly to where the black book rests, exactly where he remembers it being. A grin crosses his face and he grabs the book and flips it open. A surge of power seems to tickle at his fingertips as his eyes glow purple.

Then Marvin’s head snaps up at the sound of movement in the hall.

“Someone’s in the shop-!” A muffled voice shouts as rapid footsteps race down the steps. Soon past the curtain, a black haired man with purple streaks running down his face bursts into view. His eyes widen as he locks eyes with the magician.

“Marvin?” The man asks, looking surprised. Marvin sneers slightly and takes a step back, holding the book close to his chest. The action catches the man’s eyes and he tries to stride forward.

“Hey! Put that down!”

Suddenly the lights flare a soft red as another figure stumbles past the curtains.

“Mare, what the hell is that racket?” Phantom asks, stumbling into the parlor. Even though it has been over a month since their last encounter, Phantom still looks pale and spent. He leans and uses his scepter to walk and he has dark purple bags under his eyes. As he finishes stumbling into the room, his eyes spark red in slight fear as he sees Marvin.

“M-Marvin…” The con man breathes, stumbling backward slightly. Marvin can see the dark-haired man’s shoulders shaking and a rush of some kind of feeling he can’t explain grips his gut. Another smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. It felt good to see his enemy trembling before him.

“Gentlemen!” Marvin sings sightly, opening up his arms and holding up the book for all to see, “How good to see you both again.”

Phantom’s eyes snap up to the book in dumbfounded disbelief as he shakily tries to take a step forward, arm outstretched.

“Marvin, drop that now!” Phantom stumbles on the edge of the carpet and nearly faceplants but Mare sprints and manages to catch him before he falls completely. Phantom pushes himself up in the other ego’s arm. “You don’t know what that book can do. Trust me! You don’t want to mess with that kind of magic!” He sounds almost desperate.

Marvin chuckles as he leans back and casually flips through the book, “Oh I’m fully aware of what it’s capable of.” He looks up over the edge of the book and gives Phantom a playful frown, “And here I was thinking you’d be gracious enough to let me take a gift like this for all the torture you put me through.” Marvin’s eyes flash green in anger as he says this. Phantom sinks slightly back into Mare’s arms as his brother grips him tighter and glares at Marvin.

“Isn’t that your thing Phantom? Equal exchange? A deal has to have a reward, no?” Marvin sneers.

“Marvin, listen i-” The con man stammers.

“You tortured me. Took away my magic. Who I was. You tore my family apart. Then, you tortured them!” Marvin finds himself yelling, a rocket of green flame catching parts of the shop on fire. They fizzle down and die as Marvin takes another step forward.

“This is but a small price you’ll pay for your sins, Phantom.”

Phantom gulps and sets his face in a determined expression as he raises his cane at the cat-masked magician. “I can’t let you take that book, Marvin. I-i can give you whatever else you want, but you can’t have that. It will destroy you, and everyone around you.”

Marvin glowers down at the pathetic sight in front of him. He strides forward and knocks Phantom’s scepter away from him.

“I don’t believe you’re in the position to be making deals, Phantom,” Marvin comments lightly as he rests his foot on top of the staff. He hums in thought and flips through the book and quickly finds the spell he was looking for. Almost as if the book was responding to him.

“But if you’re only to get in my way… I suppose this is a great chance to invoke some… “ He hums again and looks towards the ceiling as he tries to think of the word.

“Justice.”

Marvin snaps his fingers and a blast of purple and green light blinds the two figments huddled on the ground. When they next open their eyes, they see the world through red tinted glass. Phantom gasps and scrambles to his feet only to realize him and Mare are now trapped in one of his crystal balls.

Marvin chuckles and reaches down to grab the ball, admiring it in the light. “Or that’s what Jackie would say,” He laughs.

“No!” Phantom screams, cracking his hands against the glass, “Marvin! You can’t do this!” Mare tries to quietly get the younger brother to calm down, but the purple streaked ego looks just as freaked.

Marvin scoffs and tosses the ball onto the plush couch in the middle of the parlor. He relishes the sounds of distress coming from the ball as the other egos are tossed about.

“I’m sure you’ll figure out a way out of there Phantom,” Marvin smugly calls behind him as he tucks the book under his arm. “Your magic is stronger than mine, isn’t it?” He looks back then kicks the scepter he still had underneath him near the bottom of the couch.

“Oh,” He winces in false sympathy, “Gonna be kinda hard without that though.” He then shrugs and waves goodbye to the trapped figments even as they scream at him from the ball, “Goodbye boys! Hope you enjoy your stay~!” He then grins almost sinisterly as he snaps his fingers and disappears.

Marvin appears in Jackie’s apartment, grinning to himself, feeling better than he had in days. He strides forward and nearly collides into Jameson.

Jameson bumps lightly into Marvin’s torso and lightly rubs his nose in a playful manner. The mute man has a navy blue uniform and what looks like one of Jackie’s old masks huddled in his arms that he quickly throws behind him onto the back of the couch.

“Marvin!” He signs, grinning brightly, yet he looks somewhat guilty. “Good to see you, old chap! You were quite in a rush there, huh?”

Anger burns in the magician’s stomach as he looks down at Jamie. The little traitor.

“Hello Jameson,” Marvin replied somewhat coldly.

JJ doesn’t seem to notice though as he gives a silent whistle and looks Marvin up and down.

“My! What a grand outfit you’ve found, friend!” He circles the magician and marvels at the fabric. “Wherever did you find it?” He cocks his head up at Marvin and wiggles his mustache in glee.

Marvin gives him a small smirk, “In town.”

Jamie claps in excitement. “Oh you’ll have to show me sometime!” he signs quickly, “We need inspiration for our next impromptu fashion show!”  The mute man claps Marvin on the arm good-naturedly and wiggles his mustache in laughter, “If we can get the others to agree this time, that is!”

Marvin tenses away slightly but forces out a smile to the teal haired gentlemen, “Indeed…”

Jamie smiles at Marvin and signs a little more slowly, “Well I should let you get back to whatever had you rushing so!” He tips his hat to Marvin and turns back around to grab the items he threw onto the couch.

Marvin frowns and begins to pull the black book out of his jacket, preparing to look for a spell. Then suddenly he feels a spark across his fingertips and his eyes glow and he suddenly knows exactly what spell to use without even looking for it. He smiles. That’s convenient.

He tucks the books away and turns back around to Jamie as the man cleans up the mess he made.

“I see you have a new outfit as well, Jameson,” Marvin calls out smoothly as he pads his way over to the other figment. Jamie seems to tense slightly and he peeks behind him at Marvin. He looks like a child caught doing something they weren’t supposed to do.

Marvin gives Jamie a look and the gentlemen sighs and sets the clothing down and adjusts his vest self consciously. “So… you noticed then..” He signs, looking downcast.

“I did,” Marvin nearly spits but he tries to keep his voice level and calm, “Care to explain, friend?”

Jamie’s shoulders tense as he looks away. Eventually, he sighs and looks up at Marvin, tears brimming in the corners of his eyes.

“Jackie…Jackie needed someone to help him while you were… taken. He was so distraught he didn’t think he could do it alone… He… He thought I had potential as a sidekick and…” Jamie’s hands still as he tries to find the words, “I… I wanted to try being like you. Brave, wonderful and c-confident you.” Marvin’s heart seems to stop for a second. But anger quickly swallows any other emotions stirring inside him.

“I know I could never replace you,” Jamie continues, “But I wanted to help where I could. I thought… Practicing with Jackie while you were gone might help me prepare for our next encounter.” Jameson squeezes his eyes shut and breathes shakily, “You have every right to be angry with me. But I only wanted to find a way to be strong like you and Jackie…”

Jameson lifts his head with a small shaky smile back towards Marvin, “It’s a crazy idea but maybe… maybe we three could all work together-” JJ’s next words are cut off however by Marvin appearing in front of him and slapping his hand over the mute man’s face. Jamie stumbles backward slightly and blinks frightened at the cat masked magician. His eyes… they were wrong. They glowed with a dark and terrifying purple light.

Jamie squeaks slightly as Marvin grabs his arm and moves him to slam against the wall. Jameson blinks stars out of his eyes and shakily tries to reach up to get Marvin’s hands off of him but he’s too strong. Marvin growls and presses a thumb against Jameson’s forehead. The mute man feels a spark in his brain and the world seems to fade into swirls and spirals. His eyes glaze over. The only thing JJ can see clearly is Marvin.

Marvin sneers quietly, “Listen to me, Jameson. You don’t want to be a hero. You were never cut out to be a hero.” Marvin tilts his head as he watches Jameson take in his influence, “Jackie doesn’t want to fight by someone as weak as you. He needs someone with real power. You are nothing!”

A small tear falls from Jameson’s eye even though his expression doesn’t change. Marvin pushes onward.

“I want you to stay away from Jackie. You don’t need to fill your thoughts with such silly fantasies. Leave the heroing to me, and him.” Marvin then lets go of Jamie’s face altogether, letting the man drop heavily to the floor. Jameson stares up blankly for a second before the light seems to come back to his eyes. He blinks slowly, then rubs at his head.

He stands up and unsteadily signs, “Marvin? Did.. did I fall asleep?” He grips his head slightly and blinks stars out of his eyes. Marvin puts on a smile and helps the mute man up.

“Yeah, gave me a scare!” Marvin laughs slightly and leads Jamie towards the couch, “I guess all that work with Jackie must have tired you out.”

Jameson stops in front of the couch and stares at the uniform. Stares at the mask, a gift from Jackie. He swallows a heavy lump in his throat. He picks up the mask and touches it softly, lost in thought.

“I… I suppose so…” Jamie signs. “Perhaps… perhaps I should hang up this silly costume…”

Marvin smiles more and lightly wraps an arm around the other ego and rubs his shoulder, “Jackie will understand if it’s too much for you, Jamie.”

Jameson sniffs some and tiredly hangs his head. “Yes… I think I just need some time…” He turns and brushes past Marvin, quickly heading back towards the front door.

But a red blur stops Jameson before he can leave.

“JJ!” Jackie exclaims as he draws Jamie into a big bear hug, “You were fantastic out there! Crime fighters aren’t gonna stand a chance against us once-” He pauses and lets go of Jamie as he sees Marvin standing in the living room. “Marvin…joins us” He breathes.

Jameson quickly elbows himself out of Jackie’s grip and tries to head out of the apartment again. Jackie stops him by grabbing his shoulder.

“Hey J, what’s wrong?” Jackie asks, concern coloring his whole face. Jameson stares away from him, not wanting to look the hero in the eye. Finally, he grabs the hero’s hand and places something in it. The mask.

JJ stares at the ground as he slowly signs, “I can’t do this anymore.” He then turns heel and quickly heads out the door, leaving behind a confused Jackie.

Jackie stares down at the mask in his hand with a sad expression.

“What was that all about…?” Jackie muses out loud, “He… he was so happy earlier…”

Marvin shrugs, “Heroing might have just been too much for him.”

Jackie’s head snaps up and he too looks guilty, “You knew?”

Marvin gives a fake smile towards Jackie to hide his anger, “You guys aren’t exactly subtle. But, don’t worry, I’m not mad.”

Jackie winces slightly, “You’re not?”

“Not anymore.” Marvin smiles and looks past Jackie towards the door, “Such a shame. A third addition might have been nice.” He then turns to head back to his room, “Lucky we got the original team back though.” He gives a cheeky wave to Jackie as he heads inside.

Jackie frowns and stares down at the mask, not able to push past a strange pit in his stomach.

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Oh, my boys! Oh, my new comfort ship!

-JJ will drag Dark away from paperwork to cuddle. 

- They’ll go into the library and pick a book to read together. 

- JJ will help Dark with paperwork if it gets to be too much. 

- I often use Anti as the bad guy while writing this ship because it really gives it a purpose. Dark saw JJ tied to the ceiling with puppet strings. He was a broken moustached man. So Dark saved him. Something he couldn’t do for someone else before.

- JJ followed Dark around for the first week trying to be helpful. Dark got upset and yelled at him. 

- He went and apologized to JJ after nearly all the Iplier egos yelled at him too. 

- Dark slowly fell in love with JJ when he spent time with the other ego. 

- JJ fell in love with Dark the moment he woke up in Darks arms as he walked him to the doctors. 

- Dark will get anything for JJ. JJ doesn’t want much but cuddles and love and the occasional chocolate. 

- JJ made quick friends with the Iplier egos. 

They will cuddle whenever they can. 

- Dark has a reputation and needs to uphold it but if JJ walks into a meeting asking him where he put his book Dark will drop everything to get it himself. 

- Dark often has problems with his back to the point of now being able to move in the morning. JJ gets him tea and whatever he wants.

- JJ sometimes helps Dark spy on people. 

- They would get married in a small reception with the Iplier egos. 

- JJ loves Dark Chica. Dark thought he would be scared of her but JJ loves her. 

- They go for walks in the woods that surround the mansion. 

- JJ isn’t allowed out of the house without Dark or Wilford because Anti might hurt him. 

- Wilford and JJ are friends and like to talk about the past and dealing with Dark. 

- Dark refuses to talk about the past but sometimes he slips up and mentions a memory. JJ tries not to get him to talk more about it. 

- The Iplier egos have found Dark doing paperwork in his office with JJ asleep on his lap. 

- They have a smilier grey tone/aura. Dark’s is more powerful and controlling. JJ’s aura makes people relaxed. 

- Dark only really knows how to flirt like in the movies. With a flower and chocolates. He gets flustered though and JJ finds it adorable. 

So cute ^^

“Movie” dark x jj

The whirring of film being read echoes in Jameson’s ears in the little camera booth. He watches through the hole projection room’s wall as the theatre fills up. He smiles, threading film around the camera’s wheel, a sense of pride filling him as he does his job well. He sits at the wooden table in the room, the chair cruel and wooden on his aching shoulders and back. Flip the switches and thread the film. Simple enough, yet well-paying for a war-time job. Distracted by the rolling of the camera and the safety of the projection booth, the high pitched whining in the air goes unnoticed.

An hour later, the movie ends, The Last Rose of Summer echoing in his head. Jameson hitches up his belt, sighing and straightening out his clothes. They are a bit tattered, a bit tight-fitting, but it helps the time traveler blend in in this post-depression era. Ready to close for the night, his boss hurries him out of the room, leading him scurrying from the door of Trimmer’s Theatre without even signing goodbye. 

He pulls his jacket around himself, shivering. Now out in the open, a high little whine fills the air, though the song plays on in his head.

When true hearts lie withered,    And fond ones are flown, Oh! who would inhabit    This bleak world alone?

“Alone?”

Jameson whips around as a hand touches his shoulder. No one... is there anyone? He swears someone’s eyes watch him from the darkness. He pulls his coat tighter, huffing out anxious breaths, turning to walk to his apartment swiftly, steps unsure and fainting. He cannot wait to get to the apartment’s solitude and travel back to the future with his warm little house and caring little family- 

Something shoves him hard. He crumbles to the ground, waiting for the feeling of smacking into it- But the feeling doesn’t come. Rather, a thick blackness, like ink but smelling of flesh and earth, surrounds him entirely. He is laying on an unseen floor. Whispering voices circle him. His eyes dance around wildly, curling up in his jacket, panting so hard he feels his lungs will fail. 

“Alone, Jameson?” A voice echoes all around him, and he jumps up to his feet, scrabbling for a knife at his side, eyes darting around looking for the obvious threat. 

Something steps from the darkness. A corpse that might’ve once been a man, or a woman, with glowing, piercing blue eyes and bedraggled rotting hair. Jameson takes a shaky breath, stepping backward. 

“Looking for this, little time traveler?” The figure holds up his knife, now dripping with black shadows and half-consumed by the monster’s hand. Jameson bends slightly at the waist, ready to fight. But the monster throws the blade forward, the deafening clatter echoing through the ink. “No matter. Here, take it. You cannot kill me in any way that matters. I have... a proposition for y- 

An hour later, the movie ends, The Last Rose of Summer echoing in his head. Jameson hitches up his belt. Oh god. He stands suddenly, his chair crashing to the floor. Someone, or something, has found him. They know he is a time traveler, his name, his weapons, his whole being. 

He shakily brushes curls from his face, tucking them into his hat. 

Psst.

Jameson whips around, eyes wide. The light buzzes in his ears. 

Suddenly, he is in the theatre. He is sitting in one of the chairs, flipped down and accommodating, a bag of popcorn sitting on the armrest. 

“As I was saying, little traveler,” sounds a voice from the darkness. Jameson whips around, gripping the armrest, his gaze sharp and ready to kill. Rather than the corpse, there is an absolutely gorgeous man sitting next to him. Jameson blinks in surprise, shocked by the soft brown eyes and grey-tinted but clear and bright skin, the swirl of raven black hair covering one of their eyes, and the prim proper suit. 

The being turns to face him, the room dark except for the glowing, empty screen. 

“You are fascinating, I hope you know. Thinking you could escape timelessness, bah.” The being chuckles darkly, smiling a bit too widely with perfect teeth. Jameson scowls, having no time for this shit. 

“What do you want,” he signs. 

“I don’t speak BSL-”

Before the being can finish, Jameson pulls out a notepad and a ballpoint pen, his lips set stonily and eyes radiating frustration. 

What do you want? he writes, shoving the pad in the entity’s face. The being peers at him around it with eyes that are far to friendly. 

“Oh, not much, don’t fret. I simply came for a chat. You fascinate me, as I have said. It is rare a human does, consider yourself lucky.”

What makes me fascinating?

“No matter, all in good time. For now, little traveler, you may call me Dark.”

Jameson stifles a cheeky grin. 

He holds up the pad with a drawing of a middle finger raising hand on it. The being blinks, then raises an eyebrow. 

“I suppose the politeness of the British was a lie, of course,” it comments. Jameson turns away, setting the pad on his leg. 

I could just time travel away.

“Then why haven’t you?”

“Scared, scared, scared,” offers Dark’s echo. Jameson closes his eyes. It is true, he’s scared. This is the first supernatural entity he has spoken to without Anti there to defend him. His confidence is a façade and he can tell Dark knows it.

“You have immense power. Even greater than mine. Forgive me for flattering, but you may just be the most powerful magician I have ever come across.” Jameson startles as the entity reaches into the pocket of his suit and pulls out his watch. The dark hand fiddles with it, feeling the radiating magic that smells of dust and blood. “I would love it if you would... assist me. There is someone I want to make pay. Name your price.” Beautiful brown-gold eyes glint up at JJ as the being lets the watch fall back against his chest. His mustache twitches. He glares, raising an eyebrow. 

He picks up the notepad. 

Sets it down.

Picks it up. 

Protection. I have a demon, my monster. Keep him away.

“I know of your demon. Our creators introduced us long before we played these silly games.” Dark picks at his suit. “Very well then, consider it done. You have never been safer than in the hands of my soldiers and myself. Jameson Jackson will be the name your Anti dies fearing.”

Jameson smiles, a twinge of blackness slipping into his eyes as whispers surround him, light playing over his face from the movie screen. Make him pay, echoes through his brain. Make him pay for all he did to you. 

Dark smiles. Yes. Make him pay. Make them all pay for what he did. In an instant they are gone, leaving Jameson alone, a rose falling from the air in place of the being. Passions combined often make fearsome alliances. 

Maybe puppet!Marvin putting someone in and out of trance over and over until he can’t even come out of it properly anymore?

Everything he did was to serve his master well. 

For Master he watched impassively as Jameson’s fearful gaze melted into the colors and shapes, losing all spark but that which the spirals reflected in him. For Master he spoke empty words about calm, peace, gentle relaxation. For Master he whispered lies in Jameson’s ears, lies that were truths only to puppets. He brought him up out of trance, hoping for an empty mind – and when Jameson cried and begged, he dragged him down again. Again. Again. Again. Jameson was an apple bobbing in water; every time he resurfaced, the rot softened and withered him a little more.

It was what Master had once done to Marvin. Now that he looked back on it, he saw it as a blessing. As Jameson slumped and swayed, his glassy, colorless eyes barely managed to latch onto Marvin’s movements anymore. Marvin couldn’t help but wonder if he would even have the awareness to remember this.

Perhaps it was better if he didn’t. Master wanted a dumb, mindless puppet, after all…and if Jameson ever remembered he had done this to him, something buried deep in Marvin’s subconscious would never let him forgive himself.

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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“They won’t take you away from me ever again.” -Puppet Master

His heart hammered against his chest, fury unleashing as the man in front of him went limp after a crack resonated within the room. Anyone else would’ve found it strange that someone screaming and begging for their life would go silent out of nowhere.

Yet... if you looked closely, a web of royal blue strings stretched through the space, some of the thin strings wrapped tightly around their limbs and twisted necks. Seeing their panic as they fought the invisible force that his strings carried was amusing. The men dancing like mindless puppets while the thread sliced their limbs. One false move and the steel-like strings would swiftly slice of heads and limbs.

Disgusting pests.

The dapper moved his fingers though as he moved them, the bodies started falling to the ground one by one, emitting a dull thud as they made contact with the ground. He took slow steps, the web of strings slowly dissolving as he got closer to what he was looking for. The coldness in his sapphire eyes melts away as he sees Henrik slumped against the wall and worry is quick to strikes his heart. Jameson runs, soon letting himself fall to his knees as he cradles Henrik in his arms.

Thankfully Henrik hadn’t witnessed any of that. Jameson wouldn’t know what measures he’d have to take in order to make Henrik forget. At the end... He wouldn’t want to scare him away. He wouldn’t want to think he’s that glitch—

But Jameson is nothing like Anti. He uses this new found power to protect the one he cares about.

“{You are safe now... Know that no one will dare lay another finger on you.}” The dapper whispered in Henrik’s mind. However, anger is quick to return. It’s all his fault... That idiotic hero. Good for nothing... What kind of hero would put someone in danger like that? If Henrik wasn’t as selfless as he is towards Jackie then this wouldn’t had happen. Jackie is the one to blame here, him and him alone.

“{They won’t take you away from me ever again...}” Jameson vowed. “{I will make sure that hero answer for his crimes...}”

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.

dad JJ, you don't look so good, are you fe-oh boy..

*cue JJ getting a stomach bug*

Henrik: Anti get the bucket

Anti: Got it -Gives JJ the bucket-

JJ: -Throws up-

Henrik: Let's go JJ, lets get you into bed buddy

A Gentleman’s Timepiece

Septics Inverted

A JSE Fanfic

Alright, I’m gonna be frank: this is the climax of this arc. There’s going to be more action after this story, tying up a lot of loose ends, but this is where things really wrap up. Where Anti and Jameson confront each other. It’s pretty long, probably because there are a lot of long paragraphs, but I feel that’s justified. Of course, because of the length, I had to cut some scenes with the other characters like Jackie and Schneep, but don’t worry, we’ll see those scenes next time :) Hope you guys like this, because after this, Inverted only has a couple parts left. Wow.

Various other AU-related stuff found here

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Jameson gasped, heart pounding in his chest. One minute Anti had been lunging towards him, grabbing him, and the next, he was…somewhere else. He looked around, expecting—well, actually, he didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this. This was…a dining room. The dining room of his old house, the one he’d lived in over ninety years ago. He was standing near the table, which was exactly the same as he remembered it. A white tablecloth covered the surface, with a brown ring on it from the time he’d absentmindedly set down his teacup without a saucer. He remembered that…the same way he remembered the tears in the wallpaper where the back of chairs had been pushed against the wall. It was all the same.

He cautiously patted his vest. Everything was there. His watch was in his pocket, and even the small knife he’d picked up at one of the weapons caches earlier was still on his person. Strange…he would’ve expected those to be taken. But that wasn’t important right now. He had to get a hold of the situation. So he quickly pulled out the knife, despite knowing that it wouldn’t really do that much damage, and set out to explore the area.

Weiterlesen

R.I.P Anti

Hit in the face