Rb To Have A Cute Jj On Your Blog

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

hypnosis with PuppetMistress Lydia and JJ (if your still taking prompts!)

“Everything else has slipped away,” she crooned as she twirled his watch back and forth. “There’s nothing in your mind except this watch and my voice. It’s easy to focus on me, isn’t it?” Gently she grazed the nails on her free hand over his cheek, chuckling at how his eyelids fluttered at the touch. “So easy. So easy to listen and relax and submit. Tell me you’re mine, baby.”

“I’m yours…” he echoed sleepily.

“That’s it. Good boy.”

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.”

(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.

Soo some Days ago me and some friends Talked about Fnaf and the Egos and Yeah Somehow we Got to Anti and Dawktrap and as we Know they both posses people and me and a friend made a Joke about it

Anti: possessing is fun

Dawktrap: Oh yeah it is.. Hey how about we switch

Anti: huh?

Dawktrap: we switch for a day you get to posses Dawko and I get one of yours

Anti smirking: hmm Sounds fun new experience~

Anti: Oh Jameson~

Later Anti possessing Dawko and Glitchtrap Possessing Jameson

Poor boys

My new au!

'welcone to our hotel'

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when Anti and JJ finally meet anti yells he was right and then asks where JJ disappeared to. JJ is very happy to be treated like royalty again.

he's so happy, he almost forgets that Wilford's upset with him. but then Anti asks why he was holed up with Wilford and JJ has to say, 'I owe a debt.' which only upsets Wilford more. they stop talking for a week because both are hurting, it takes JJ's life being threatened again for JJ to pull himself together and tell Wil that he could get out of the debt if he wanted to, that anything could be considered as saving Wil's life.

thank you!! @theprinceofflies

I couldn't find one so I (badly) made one myself! Happy Halloween!

befuddled, swapped jackie and anyone you want

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.”

Been havin artblock lately so did a messy doodle of a happy boi