Dapper-puppet - Jamie

Stringed Up

(TW: Needles, blood, Anti being Anti, electric shocks, and some good ol’ puppetry~)

“I’ve got no stri̡͉̘͓̬̖n̖͚͓͓̲̻g̨̧̬͕͕͖s̫̝̺̰͖͉ ̧̥̯̗͎̳ to hold me down~” The humming came from somewhere on Jameson’s right, a needle poked through his right arm, as his master slid a red string into the mutes arms, he winced, blood poked out from in-between his new strings, “Do you know why I like you JJ?~” Anti tapped the back of his skull, grinning, “You can’t scream. I do enjoy the wails every so often, but god, your eyes are so expressive its almost like your still scr̴̅͝e̵̾̓a̴̓̽m̴̿̚ing.” He inched his finger down JJ’s forehead and hovered over his right eye which was crying, his lips trembled, the fedora had been removed in this operation, he felt yet another needle poke into his neck, his masters breath cold and smelling of iron, “Now….Hold still.” His mouth opened in a silent scream as a wire was forced in, glistening with his blood he watched in horror as Anti plugged it into a socket.

Shocks convulsed throughout him as his new strings were pulled by Anti’s hands, slick with his own blood, feeling faint he was pulled to his feet, his hair standing on end, “Now….you should know why I gave you these strings, I want to see you dance.” He looked sick for a moment, wanting so badly to move his bruised fingers, but he found he could not move his limbs at all, unless his master pulled one to his whim. “Perhaps you didn’t hear me. I said…..d̵̪̠̐̂ä̸̳̳́̒ǹ̵͖͕̅c̷̱͎̅͠ȩ̸͈̋̚.” Yet another shock went through Jameson’s body as his arm was lifted in a makeshift pose, bowing before his master who’s grin was wide and made JJ’s stomach churn, he felt his feet start to move uselessly beneath him, as Anti hummed more of the song.

“I’ve got no strings to hold me down

To make me fret

To make me frown

I had strings…..” He pulled Jameson into his arms, tangling the strings around his puppets neck, watching the mute choke silently, eyes begging for release, “Good Puppet~” He let him go, watching him fall to the ground, breathing heavily, he walked forward, kicking him onto his back and causing yet another shock to go through the mute, his vision going black for a moment as he heard his master hiss the last lyric in his ear as he grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up to pet his hair. “But now I’m free….There are no strings o̸͇̭͊͝n̵̥͕̋̚ ̵̨̬͒̊m̴̡͙̾͠e̶̻̮͌͋~”

(A/N: Oh boyyyyyyy this ones been comin’ for a while, actually, I had like a vision on what I wanted to do, but not how to go about it, thanks to some….lets say inspiration, I finally got it done, its a bit short but ya know…..)

Tag list: @anti–anon @wyverwithy @darcywillfindyou @pumpkin-demon (again if you wanna be added or removed let me know)

Whumptober 2021 - Alt.5 Forgotten

Egos lived for decades. But some day the videos stop, the powers leave and everyone fades away.

Words: 1584

(We’re done!)

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There was only one way for Egos to truly die in their realm. Granted, if the powers involved in your death were great enough it could stay permanent but the only ones subjecting themselves to that danger were Egos with enough power to ensure their survival. And then the only thing left was life. Bruises healed, with the right support you could be pulled away from death itself and the Egos went about life mainly unbothered by the entire concept of decease. But that didn’t mean that Egos couldn’t die. Every Ego, no matter how powerful or confident, feared the painful inevitability of Fading.

Weiterlesen

Herding Sheep: Chapter One

This is the beginning of our tale. Anti has brought home a new pet, who gets a gory introduction to Anti’s love for violence. However Jameson, the other puppet, expresses curiosity and wonder, this being the first time Anti has ever let anything or anyone near the house. Time for the doctor to be broken in, or die before he gets there. 

cw// hypnotism, abuse, animal death, kidnapping, panic attack, manipulation, Anti being creepy as ever. 

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Today is a good day.

Anti said so as he slipped into JJ’s body, dematerializing himself and replacing the puppet’s consciousness. 

Today is a good day. 

Anti said so as Jameson’s hands ripped the stranger out of his bed, knocked him out and threw him in a sack. Yes, today is a good day. 

So why is he shaking? Why is Jameson trembling as he stares at the limp body placed delicately onto a dirty cot. His face seems familiar, but with slight differences. Jameson touches his own plump lips, and his own scarred brow. The stranger shares the same features. 

It doesn’t matter. No one matters but Anti.

Weiterlesen

Egoshipmas day 18! Sometimes a family is two bad bitches, their theater kid best friend and his husband

 @egoship-stuff @geekyfox2 @cherry-angrynoodle

Halloween is JJ’s Time

So in Discord we were talking and then:

@huffle-dork : I kinda love the headcannon I read the other day that all the other egos are wary of Halloween like not scared but like cautious cuz- that’s antis time but jj that’s his birthday so he’s just like BAM pumpkins everywhere- obnoxious costumes, decorations everywhere!! We’re gonna breathe hallow’s eve gentlemen!!! Anti can pry Halloween from my cold dead hands I was born before him goddamn it!!!

@iv0ry-keys  HE WANTs TO MAKE THE HOUSE INTO ONE OF THOSE COOL ONES WHERE YOU WALK THROUGH ANd ITS ALL DECKED OUT 

And then me:

Chase: JJ you know we cant decorate the whole house. What if Anti- JJ: *loud signing* NOPE Chase: Wha-? JJ: NOPE. *stringing fake cobwebs on the wall and setting up plastic skeletons in the corners* THAT TURTLE GLITCH ASS BITCH WILL NOT TAKE MY DAY *carving 5 pumpkins at once* I WAS NOT RAISED IN A HOUSE OF HALF-ASSERY TO BE FRIGHTENED BY A MAN BABY WITH A KNIFE FETISH *drags out 3 boxes of costumes and yeets them at everyone* NOW BUCK UP, BASTARD BOYS WE GOT CANDY TO COLLECT AND CHILDREN TO FRIGHTEN WITH OUR SUPERIOR SPOOKS Chase, and everyone who gathered to watch: *whispers* Holy shit JJ: ITS MY BIRTHDAY I DESERVE THE RIGHT!! TO HAVE!!! FUN!!!!

I feel save with it so I still sleep with them

If you're fifteen or older an still sleep with a stuffed animal please reblog this.

My friend is embarrassed and thinks she’s the only one and I said id prove her wrong.

Not A Part (JJ and Anti)

(So I got this idea from the song Machine by Imagine Dragons. Blood and torture warnings! Lots of violence! JJ kinda goes to the dark side, a little. It’s not good.)

(@beerecordings, hey I remembered to tag you in something!)

Jameson struggled to breath. His head was pounding, his chest ached from the blow, and blood dripped from his mouth. The ever-present static scratched at his ears as it tore his body apart and stitched it back together, over and over. He was on his hands and knees, unable to stand. Anti kicked him again.

“Sto͝ṕ ͝fi̢ght̕in̕g ҉it, ͞pu̢pp͏e͘t͜!̨ Th̨is i̡s what̢ ͏y̨ou ҉wer͞e ͜b̢o͏r̨n̨ f͟o̵r̛!̨”

Jameson spit out the blood in his mouth. It never stopped, like Anti’s neck wound. It was a mark, showing that Jameson was under Anti’s control.

But he wasn’t. And he never would be.

“Go to hell.”

Anti laughed, but it was humorless and laden with rage. “Yo͜u'r͠e ̴n̵o beţter̸ th̕a̶n I ̨am! ̢Yo̕u're̵ noth͜ing̵ ҉morȩ ͠t́ḩan͜ a̛ ̡toơl̵ ͠f̸o̕r ̧me̶ ̶t́o uśe̵! Y͡o̵u͟'r̷e̛ ̕a ̢c͘o͘g̶ in m͘y m͢ach̛ín͠e!̷”

He kicked again. Jameson collapsed completely. But he stayed stubborn. “I’m not afraid of what you’re going to tell me, demon. You do nothing but lie.”

There should have been Zalgo. His slides should have been glitching as bad as his body. But they weren’t. Anti didn’t know why, and it made him furious. He grit his teeth. He grabbed Jameson’s shoulder and sent a flood of static into the young ego. “ Y̼̦̹̱̪̱̘̖͞͠͞Ǫ҉͍̮̤̻U̸̟̮̜̼̘͡!͇̤̭̤̮͇͖͜ ͎̪̪̣͟A̛̺̳̲̥͖̫͔R̜̬̫͠E͏̰͖!̪̞̟̘̪ ̝̤̫͈͚̗̼͈ͅM̷̱̯̩̳͈̲̕Ý̹͉̀͟!̗̫̺̺̳̀ ̱͍̤̮̭͓P̖͕̙̻̩̱̩Ù͎͔͈̹̲̕͠P͏̱̠P̙͓̝̜͉E̶̻̺̟̪̼̥Ṱ̶̟͇̲̗̹!̢̯̟̼̦͘”

Jameson screamed, his form exploding into thousands of pixels and glitches. Anti grinned. The mute had to submit now, surely.

Then he came back together.

But he was standing. 

And he was holding a knife.

His eyes were completely blacked out, but Anti couldn’t control him. Anti stepped back. “W͡-̸̵̡w͢ha̷͜͝t̵̛͘ is ͏̡t̶h̵͜͠ì̷̛s̕͢͟?̛”

Jameson stood, breathing heavily. He raised the knife, and pointed it at Anti. “I…I am NOT a part of your machine.” He glitched, and then he was right in front of Anti. He drove the knife deep into the glitch’s stomach. He looked him in the eye, unflinching, unremorseful, as Anti screeched with pain and shock. Jameson twisted the knife. His mustache twitched with satisfaction when he pulled the blade out and Anti collapsed. 

“Ho̵w.̵.͢.͜d͞a̵r͟e yo҉u,̀” Anti tried to growl, but it came out as almost a whimper. Jameson crouched down and grinned, just as Anti had done while torturing him so many times before.  

“It’s your own fault. You thought it would be a good idea to give me power, to tell me I’m meant for ‘great things’, fill my cup with endless ambition.” Jameson giggled. “But you couldn’t break me.”

“S̀o҉ ͢I b͠ro̶ķe͜ ̀y͢o̡u͏.̀”

Anti watched through blurry vision as the glitches around Jameson changed. They became less like static, less like computer glitches. He flickered around like broken film, the green tint replaced with sepia. Like in Jameson’s first video. 

When people wondered if Jameson was Anti in disguise.

If Jameson was a bad guy.

The static was replaced. The sounds of an old movie camera trying to run broken film spools, the scratching and screeching of broken records, a cacophony of old music that played one song over the other, skipping and screaming, they filled the room.

Anti held his stomach. It was pouring blood. But he wouldn’t die.

He couldn’t die.

He…he couldn’t die.

Could he die?

Jameson frowned. “You’re in so much pain. And it’s my fault! Where are my manners? Let me help.”

He gripped Anti’s shoulder, just as Anti had done mere minutes ago. And the chaotic noise shifted, from coming from Jameson to coming from Anti’s own head.

Anti knew what was happening. His eyes went wide. He tried to glitch away, but he was too weak. He was losing so much blood…

Jameson smiled. “Shh…shh…just relax…as I said Anti, I’m not a part of your machine.”

His speech slide lingered in Anti’s vision, refusing to go away completely. Anti shuddered. What was happening? Why…why couldn’t he think? He couldn’t…he was the puppetmaster…how…oh…the noise was so nice…once you…got used to it…

Jameson smirked as Anti relaxed.

“I am the machine.”

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.

Egotober 24- Eyes Eyes

JJ’s ‘Jolly’ Jaunts

(Oh hey look the ask box is working again) Could I request Anti taunting one of the others with an “if anything happened to you…”? I’m feeling some angst and pain today. I want to see this protection stuff flipped on its head. (Also, hope you’re doing well, writer bean!) - Vic

(Was it broken? Oh dear. And I am doing pretty well today! I woke up at 5 am because of restless sleep but it just gave me a chance to browse and watch YouTube extra!)

(Blood, strangling, and violence warnings!)

Jameson scrambled away from the villain, but the man was much faster. And his leg wasn’t wounded. He grabbed the back of Jameson’s shirt, yanking him back and throwing him on the ground. Jameson’s head slammed on the ground an his breath was knocked out of him. His vision went dark for a second, and even after  it was still blurry and unfocused. There was a harsh ringing in his ears, and a throbbing pain that felt like he was getting repeatedly stabbed in the brain. The man picked him up like he was nothing.

“You…you some kind of twin? You look just like that stupid hero who locked me up. Only reason I think you ain’t him is he wouldn’t shut up,” the man growled. He sounded echoy and far away. Jameson screamed as the man slammed him into a wall. “Bet he cares about you huh? More than all those worthless people he loves saving?” Jameson clawed at the man’s hand that was wrapped around his neck, pinning him to the wall. But he couldn’t focus, Something wet dripped down his neck, wet and warm. The man grinned. “I bet he’d get real upset if you died.”

Jameson had barely registered what had been said before the man’s grip on his neck became tighter, cutting off all of his air. His legs kicked wildly, he pulled at the man’s hand, tried to pry his fingers apart, can’t breath, can’t breath can’t breath can’tbreathcan’tbreathcan’tbreath!

The ringing in his ears got worse, making his head hurt even worse. Panic overtook him. The ring was joined by white noise. He was going to die. The white noise grew more intense. He couldn’t think anymore. The white noise turned into…

Suddenly he was out of the man’s grasp, laying on the floor of the alleyway and gasped for breath. His body burned, and the static raged in his ears. His panic turned into rage. the man had tried to kill him. He got to his feet, feeling like he was being pulled up. A knife appeared in his hand. 

The man had tried to kill him.

So…why not rȩt̕u̕r̵ǹ ̧t̛he̢ f̢a͡v҉o͝r?͠

The thought wasn’t…it didn’t come from Jameson…but it was in his head, and he liked it. He felt himself glitch, and now he was pinning the man to the wall. The man stared at him, terror shining in his eyes. Jameson reveled in it, in the way the man shook while he slowly pressed the knife into his stomach. The sick elation he felt, it wasn’t entirely his, he was sure it started somewhere else.

 But the pain in his head, the blood flowing down his neck and back, the static in his ears, the little whispers he could hear in the static now, they made him not care. He was enjoying himself. It didn’t matter if the joy didn’t come from him.

He tilted his head, grinning, loving the way the man paled while his body jerked and glitched in all different directions. Jameson’s speech slide did just the same. “I ́w҉on͜d̕er͡ i̡f̸ a͞n̕yone w͟i̶l͢l̡ ̢ca͝r̀e ̛wh͢e҉n͘ ͏you di͟e?͟”

He didn’t stab the man in the stomach.

He slit his throat.

Jameson stumbled back, his breath stolen again as the glitches left him, and he collapsed to his hands and knees. He heard the man’s body thud to the ground. He didn’t look at it. He looked at his shirt. It was spattered with blood. Tears rolled down his face. No, no he-he didn’t…he couldn’t have enjoyed…no…

He felt a hand on his back. A cold, spastic hand. “G̢ơo͞d͜ j͜ob͡, ̕pupp̶e͜t. Ḩe͏ wa͞s ̷so sc͝a̕r͡e͟d.͝”

Jameson shivered. “W-why? Why not let him kill me?”

Anti glitched in front of Jameson and lifted the young egos head so that they were face-to-face. “I h̕a͡vè s͢o͏ ̵m̶uch̛ ͡ṕl͏ann̕ęd͝ fo̸r̴ ͝y͝ơư li̡tt̵l̶e ̧p̕u͢p̨p̵ét.If͜ s̵om͝et҉hi͜n͘g ̴hap̷pe̸n̶e̴d to͜ ̸y̴oų.́.́.͜I ҉c͞a̧n̕'t͝ ͘h͝ave͟ ̢my p̛la̡n̵s̨ go̢ ͝to͞ ̨w̴às͟t̸e,͠ ̕c̴a̛n Ì?͞”

Anti’s ran a hand through Jameson’s hair. It ran over the back of his head. Anti ginned at the pain that flashed in Jameson’s eyes. He laughed. “T̕r̀y̵ n̕o͘t̷ ̀ţo ͏b͠le͞ed ou͠t,̕ ͏p̕u̶ppet͢.̴ ̡Y̴o͜u̸ ͟s͠ḩou̡l̡d p͝ra͡y you͝r̨ ͝doct̷or͘ ҉d͜oe͜s̶n̡'͏t fail̛ t̨h̴is̷ ́tìm͜e.͝”

And then Anti was gone.

Jameson fumbled for the cell phone he had in his pocket. He texted Schneep, smearing blood across the screen. He tried not to look at the corpse across from him. His hands were shaking and the message was riddled with errors. But he hit send. He crawled to the other wall and leaned against it. 

He should be dead by now. If not by the man then surely by blood loss. But he wasn’t. Because of the glitch.

Anti had saved him. He’d made him kill a man, he’d made him have fun killing the man, but he’d saved him.

It sickened Jameson to the core.