Anti: So, You Appear On The Screen And Screech At Them, Got It?

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this part killed me

Can you tell us deets about the septic sins au or is that like just a theme for these series of art? Can we get liddol deets bout the others 👀

Of course!

I have all of them out on my Instagram, it's kind of a running joke there since yes, one of them is lust.

Pride!Jackie: Danger man, least aware of what he says and does. He will not hesitate to fight you to prove his worth and boost his ego, and he WILL win because he has superpowers. This man's ego is flourishing and it's horrible.

Wrath!Anti: Danger man too, he yells and screams constantly. Hates everyone and everything. Most likely to draw blood, and will kill someone who really pisses him off. Thankfully he has enough self control to not go on a rampage.

Gluttony!Robbie: A little zombie boy who needs to eat constantly. Must be kept fed at all times. Thankfully he eats slow, but if he becomes hungry enough he won't hesitate to go after a passerby on the street. Must be kept fed.

Avarice!Marvin: A greedy bitch who steals as many pretty things as he can. Uses his magic to help aid in stealing from shops and more. Also, to avoid Jackie since Jackie hates the fact he's ruining his reputation, and Marvin keeps getting away with stealing shit.

Envy!Henrik: The most sane, arguably. He hates the fact he was stuck with envy of all things, it burns away at him. He's usually stuck tending to Robbie and Jameson most of the time, but occasionally goes out to talk to the others too. He hopes one day he can put an end to this curse, since he doesn't want to feel like this anymore or for any of the others to have to deal with its effects.

Sloth!Jameson: Very sleepy boy, he doesn't do much. Usually he is awake for a good portion of the day, lays in bed a lot. Some days he can't bring himself out of bed, and just lays there instead. On rare occasions he does in fact just sleep all day. Henrik is often very worried for his health since he hardly eats since he's always asleep.

Lust!Chase: This man is constantly searching for love, whether it be the healthy or unhealthy kind. Normally out on the town but occasionally he visits home when he's not spending the night somewhere else. He doesn't handle rejection well, but he at least knows when he needs to move on to another person.

Here you go! Enjoy <3

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.”

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.

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. 

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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.

My new au!

'welcone to our hotel'

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Crawl To Salvation

Content Warning: Burns, Captivity, Fire, mentions of death, ableism Possession (feel free to request more) 

Jameson knew nothing else but to crawl. 

The woods floor was damp with condensation; the tiny droplets from the trees leaves cascaded over his charred body, steaming as they came down. The man’s body was broken; his legs were seared, leaving patches of pink flesh throbbing in the air. Yet, his mind has never felt so well, free to finally think for and as himself.

His only desire was to find someone, anyone, other than the beast he left in the flames a few feet behind him. He had no recollection of how long he’d actually been dragging his body along the wet floor, inching along as leaves stuck to him and twigs stabbed his belly. 

The woods around him began to meld into each other, until the trees resembled a large, obsidian monster whose branches looked like spider legs, as his vision dipped in and out of unconsciousness. Jameson’s mind was no longer focused on surviving; he felt his body caving in to the forgiving darkness. If he were to die, he’d die knowing that his mind was his for the first time, and that this was his action to take.  

Suddenly, Jameson heard footsteps approaching him from behind. He listened as they broke sticks under their feet and walked at an even pace, obviously taking their time. Jameson could feel the wickedness with every careless step, and it was closing in. The urge to crawl again beat his heart into doing the same and he continued his dissent with all the strength he could muster. 

The man behind inevitably caught up to him and watched the sight. He tilted his head to the side as he watched the burning man grasp at leaves and dirt to pull his body into the direction of freedom; like a snail trying to escape from under the sole of a boot. The man finally chuckled and bent down, grasping the back of Jameson’s neck. Jameson seized in pain, trying to lift his hand to swat the man’s hand away. His weakened state was no match for the iron grip.

”Y’know…I am very impressed at how you did that” The mans German accent cut through the woods with a deep rumble. Jameson knew that he was the doctor Anti kept in the basement. “Never would’ve guessed you knew anything other than to be good to me.” His words were clumsy and non-emotive. “But, I now realize that you don’t know how to do that either” Tears started to spring from Jameson’s eyes as he thrashed weakly, leaving no struggle for Henrik, as he flipped Jameson over on his back. Jamesons back arched as he writhed in pain. “It was my fault, I know. I assumed you weren’t so able…and cognizant.” 

Jameson continued to writhe, twisting to escape from underneath the doctor despite his injuries pulsing in agony. The doctor cupped the mans face, silently demanding him to face him. “But that’s okay, We’ll just start over, and make sure that every knot is tied just as tight as the last” The doctor trailed his finger along the mans charred wrists in monotonous motion; It started to feel as if strings slinked through his blood; Disgust creased his chapped lips. 

Henrik got closer, speaking at a violent whisper. “I’ll rip…every last feeling of rebellion from your pathetic brain that you won’t even know how to sign your name, because all you can ever think about is mine” Henrik smiled wide and crazed; the moonlight twinkled off his teeth. Jameson was frozen with scared eyes beneath who he thought was the doctor Anti kept in the basement, yet from the way blood trailed down from his eyes and nose, from the way Henrik’s pupils engulfed the blue of his irises, Jameson realized Anti was still alive and wasn’t his only body. Henrik’s fingers twirled a piece of Jameson’s hair as he spoke,  “But we will take our time. I can’t lose a human like you. Who feels so good to put on. Even right now…I’m itching to feel you again.”

Anti got up from the ground. Standing over Jameson, he grabbed his leg, to which Jameson gasped sharply, and started to pull him back towards the barns direction, Jameson harsh twisting doing nothing with the little strength he had. He prayed and prayed for something, anything! He wish to rip the nails boarding up his voice to scream, “Free me! Help me! I’m here! Help!” until his throat was torn to shreds from pleading. 

In the corner of his eye, a light unlike the moon light glimmered through the trees. It was some ways in the distance. Jameson whose heart leaped for the rest of his being, begged him to take action. Shrill whistles escaped Jameson’s lips on after another, his call for help. Anti let go of Jameson’s leg with a painful thump. He had not registered the pain as whistles continued to leap from his mouth, as a scream for help. 

Then, a sharp force to the mouth knocked Jameson apart. All the sudden strength, courage, his whistles, were knocked towards the wind with a swift kick to the face, giving nothing but an agonizing crack. Anti giggled profusely at Jameson’s decaying state, knowing he’d struck where his last bit of energy was. “They don’t care, Jameson. Nobody does. Nobody can and will care as much as I do.” Anti spoke darkly to an unconscious Jameson. Anti narrowed his eyed, looking up towards light source. As quickly as it appeared, it promptly vanished within the night, probably thinking it was nothing to check out. Anti sighed in relief; he would have had to kill someone and ironically, was not in the mood tonight.

He reached down and grabbed Jamesons leg. He adjusted the way the mans body was twisted were he laid, unfolding him to have him lay on his back. Anti whistled an unnamed tune, as he dragged his doll back home. 

Notes: I’m back??? I don’t know, between real life and tumblr, I have yet to find a healthy balance. But, I realized that just writing “mediocre” short stories about my favorite boys is really the only thing that keeps me sane (ironically). And just realizing that posting on tumblr isn’t and doesn’t have to feel like a “full time job with perfection”, so I’m just letting myself have fun and I hope you find something you like within that too.

Herding Sheep: Chapter Two

Anti works on breaking in his new “brother”, and Henrik feels himself slowly losing his will. 

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Thwap, thwap, thwap. 

Fleshy fists bang on the door to the room in the basement, echoing up through the floor. Jameson curls in on himself, pressing against Anti’s chest in their shared bed. Something is wrong, but it’s no matter, Anti will fix it. Anti always fixes it.  

Just as he is settling back in there is a loud scream. Anti grumbles and sits up, looking young and soft in a blue hoodie, with green swirling hair and soft eyes. Jameson melts in the early morning light at his appearance. My sweet brother, he thinks, reaching up and touching Anti’s face. Anti looks down at him, smiling. 

“Is that fucking doctor bothering you, sweet boy?” Anti purrs. Jameson pouts exageratedly, rubbing his eyes, trying to seem small and frightened. Meanwhile Henrik bangs and screams in the basement. Anti growls, standing up and grabbing a knife from under his pillow. “Well well then, let’s go shut his bold little lips before he bothers you anymore.” 

Anti leaves the room, whistling Daisy Do as he tromps down the hallway toward the basement. Jameson curls up in his blankets, smiling. Anti always fixes it. 

The door bangs open nearly in Henrik’s face, causing him to stumble backward and fall on his ass. Peeking around the door, Anti slides into the room, standing over Henrik. 

“Screaming all fucking night. Banging up the doors, waking up my pet, waking up my sweet baby boy.” Anti is growling, teeth growing larger in his mouth, dog-like and fanged. Henrik pants and scrambles backward away from the glint of a knife. But he isn’t fast enough. A knife comes down into his foot, severing tendons and sending blood squelching out. Henrik screams. He empties his lungs, eyes bulging at the sight of so much of his own blood. Anti is laughing, only for a moment, tugging the chain around Henrik’s leg. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” The echo and glitching is gone, replaced by a soft, boyish Irish accent. Anti squats on the floor beside Henrik, who is still groaning with the pain. “Look, sorry I stabbed you. I had to you know, you were being so loud, waking up my baby brother and all. Surely you understand, yeah?” 

Henrik squeezes his eyes shut, avoiding the glow of gold coming from his astral, beautiful eyes. Anti huffs out a breath through his nose, picking at Henrik’s eyelid. When it doesn’t open, he grips Henrik’s throat and squeezes. Hard. Henrik gags out a half-inhale, and his eyes shoot open and- Oh, oh the eyes. Henrik slumps, panting, hands limp by his side, bleeding foot creating a puddle on the floor. His chains rattle and he blinks slowly. Why was he screaming? He wanted to escape? But why, why would he ever run from this feeling. So warm, so soft, so gently he sinks into the light. Anti grins, teeth poking over his lips. 

“There’s a good puppet. You just need a little light, aren’t you so scared of the dark, love? Aren’t you scared of the darkness in you?” Henrik whimpers, hanging his head shamefully. “You want to hurt them. Those creations back at home. You want to hurt your family don’t you? Well I can help. I can bring light to you, Arzt, I c-”

Anti is cut off by a frantic fist slamming into his chest, choking the air out of him and knocking him on his ass. Henrik screams and grips his hair. “GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” Half a scream half a whine. Henrik’s breathing is unsteady and deep, trying to ground himself through the pain in his foot and the implanted warmth in his head. Anti laughs, standing up. 

“You’ll see soon. You’ll see, I can make you happy. We can have a nice life, you, me, and the pet.” Anti flips his knife in his hands. “The sooner you comply, the less pain. You don’t want pain, right? Had enough of that when I kidnapped you last time, huh?” Henrik slowly shakes his head, curling up on the floor. Anti nods his head, then turns to leave. 

“Wait- Wait! How… how long will you keep me here. Tell me that at least. How long before you kill me?”

“Kill you. Hahaha. Kill you, kill you.” Anti laughs as though it is the funniest joke he has ever heard. “Oh Henrik, confused little doctor. So lost and confused. I’m not going to kill you.” Anti turns around and grins at him, eyes dripping gold. “You belong to me, you see. And I hate to break my toys.”

Anti is gone before Henrik can even blink. His foot bleeds into the concrete. His head feels stuffed with cotton. He curls up on the floor and cries, and cries, and cries, for the home it is starting to feel he will never return to. Chase’s homecooked meals, Marvin’s glowing fire, Jackie’s protective arms. It feels already like a dream from another life. So far away from the light in the onster’s eyes. 

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Jameson stirs mac-n-cheese in an old copper pot on the gas stove, trembling slightly. Anti isn’t happy, Anti isn’t happy and he has been a very bad pet. His nose drips blood onto his nice white shirt, staining the embroidered knife in cruel irony. 

The steady shlicking of a knife against wood threatens him from the living room as Anti carves. “Dapper, is the food almost done? Hurry the fuck uuuup.” Anti’s tone is playful and brotherly, as though he wasn’t punching Jameson in the face less than 30 minutes ago. Jameson whistles at him shakily from the kitchen, letting him know to be patient. Jameson dumps a very large helping of the noodles into Anti’s bowl, and schlops the rest into his own. He walks into the living room and sets the bowls on the coffee table. Anti does not look up from his carving. Jameson does not meet his eyes, sitting in the big armchair and stirring his mac-n-cheese around, and around, and around. 

“You looked at him without my permission. You don’t have the right to be mad at me, you should know not to look at prisoners unless I’m wearing you.”

“Yes Anti.”

“You stay away from him until he’s broken in. He’s a dark, dark man, a killer. He killed his fucking accountant, and many, many more.”

“Yes Anti.”

“He’s a lunatic.”

“Yes Anti.”

Not broken in yet. That is his excuse this time, hm? Jameson stirs his food more focusedly, avoiding his brother’s piercing gaze. He nibbles a bite of cheesy noodles. Anti carves, carves, carves, obsessive and repetitive, his gaze turned away from Jameson at last. 

“Anti?”

“What.”

“Does the prisoner get to eat?”

Anti laughs. “Not yet, but he has a pipe to drink from.”

Jameson fiddles with his fork. He peeks at the basement door. There hasn’t been any banging since this morning. He hopes big brother didn’t hurt the prisoner too badly, because he can only imagine Anti’s rage if his new toy dies. He sets his bowl down. Not hungry anymore.

Henrik lays on his cot, foot having clotted, but still aching and unusable. He sniffles into his pillows, far past the shame and pride that usually stops him from crying. He wipes away snot and squeezes his eyes shut, rocking back and forth as he thinks of home. Home, home, home. God why can he barely remember? Chase’s cooking, Marvin’s fire, Jackie’s arms around him. It is staring to feel so far away. 

Anti trudges his boots down the stairs, listening with glee to the fearful scrabbling coming from Henrik’s little room. 

“Hiya puppet,” he says as he unlocks and pushes open the door. 

“I do not belong to you, zum donnerwetter Depp!” He spits curses, trying to seem strong and unbroken. Anti smiles. A knife flips in his hand. Henrik flinches at the glint of the blade. 

“You are just begging to be all cut up again, just like last time. Just like in that basement in Germany. Ah, good times we had, hm? My blade in your skin, my hands alll over you.” His voice echoes in the room, reverberating as Henrik feels the ghosts of nails scraping and blades cutting, instinctively shifting his right arm behind his back to hide scars. 

“Asshole,” he hisses. 

“Oh come on, be friendly! No biting Arzt, bad dog.” Anti is suddenly sitting at the foot of his bed, flip, flip, flipping his blade. “You could be happy here, I think. You and me, we’re family. We shouldn’t be fighting, you’re my big brother.” Childlike, wide blue eyes look up at Henrik. Henrik’s heart skips, something untangling in his mind. His eyes fog over and he feels that same warmth and softness, the light seeping in the wrinkles of his brain. 

“My… my brother? No… No, you are a monster. You are not my-”

“Brother, big brother, come home to me.” Anti’s eyes glow golden and slip into Henrik’s weak will, and Henrik he slips into the light. Yes, yes, my family. This is my brother, why have I been running, why did I not trust him before, yes my brother. Henrik pants and falls back on the pillows, so overwhelmed with love he can hardly move. 

“Come home to me Arzt. I’ll leave you time to make up your mind. Next time I come down here you will make a choice. Right baby? You sweet little doll, you’ll come home and take care of master’s chores.” Anti seems almost daydreaming as he slips out of the door. Henrik curls up on the pillow, eyes rattling, teeth gritted. There is a great, sucking wound in his skull. Why can’t he remember? There was something to remember right? Something he was clinging to, something other than this cot and the monster’s eyes. But it doesn’t matter. Anti will fix it. Anti will come back down the stairs and fix it. Come home, come home, it echoes in the gaping hole in his skull. 

Henrik slips into a deep sleep, dreaming of fresh cooked meals, of fire and laughter, of warm protective arms around him, but none of them have faces. 

JJ, Anti and Either Marvin or Henrik can't decide 🤔

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hey so im not dead! unlike jj here!