🎩Clothes Swap With The Egos Part 2👓

🎩Clothes swap with the egos part 2👓

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.

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dapper-puppet

3 years ago

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.

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dapper-puppet

3 years ago

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.”

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dapper-puppet

3 years ago

i gotta say. one of the things i really like about JJ is that Jack like… chose him? like knowing full well that he would be another ego, Jack still created him. with the others, except maybe Anti, I figure Jack was mostly just playing a character for fun, you know? Chase was a funny parody video that turned into a whole character with backstory, Henrik was a goof for doctor videos, and Jackie and Marvin were designed to fit their games or power hours too. I feel like Jack didn’t really have a story for any of them back then, but JJ? Jack designed JJ knowing where he would fit in the story, knowing he needed another character and anticipating that we would immediately get attached to him. Jack picked out everything about him knowing he would be sticking around. I just like that fact about him haha. the chosen one….

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dapper-puppet

3 years ago

Poor JJ :(

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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dapper-puppet

3 years ago

The Septic Egos. This took me three days to make, I'm really proud of it. I hope that you guys like it.

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dapper-puppet

3 years ago

EGOTOBER AND WHUMPTOBER INFORMATION

Hello, I am alive for once on here. Anyway, I wanted to give everyone on Egotober and Whumptober lists before I started posting them.

My Egotober List 1. Hat - Marvin and JJ 2. Purple - Robbie and Marvin 3. Graffiti - Chase and Jackie 4. Badge - Actor and Damien 5. Water - Captain Magnum 6. Music - Yancy 7. Anger - Dark and Anti 8. Pet - Henrik 9. Shelf - Bing 10. Glitch - Anti and Google 11. Blue - Dark 12. Cute - Wilford 13. Relax - Bim and Author 14. Package - Henrik and Anti 15. Drink - Eric and Yandere 16. Film - Actor and Celine 17. Jumper Sweater - Jackie and Henrik 18. Box - Harold 19. Snack - Bim and the Jims 20. Weapon - Actor and Anti 21. Costume - Dark and Wilford 22. Dark - Dark and Actor 23. Skeleton - The Necromancer, Marvin, and Robbie 24. Eye Eyes - Anti and Henrik 25. Potion - The Necromancer and Bim 26. Nightmare - Host and Author 27. Spell - Marvin and Robbie 28. Monster - Anti and Jackie 29. Grave - BSE and Angus 30. Fear - Eric and Derek 31. Happy Halloween - ALL

And Whumptober List 1. All Trussed Up and Nowhere to Go - Illinois and Yancy 2. Talking is Overrated - Actor and Bim 3. Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones But.... - Wilford and Actor 4. Trust Fall - Blank and Anti 5. I've Got Red in my Ledger - Yancy and Actor 6. Touch and Go - Eric and Bim 7. My Spidey Sense is Tingling - Host and Actor 8. Coughing Up a Lung - Eric and Actor 9. Rumors of My Death Have Been Greatly Exaggerated - Author and all the Ipliers 10. Anxiety (Used instead of "Oops, I Did It Again") - Eric 11. Just Keep Swimming - Gongoozler and Heehoo 12. Losing Control (Used instead of "It'll Be Fun, They Said") - Actor and Author 13. That's Gonna Leave a Mark - Phantom and Marvin 14. Under Pressure - Illinois and Actor 15. Trapped (Used Instead of "Feed a Cold, Starve a Fever") - Anti and Actor 16. On a Need to Know Basis - Dr. Iplier. Jackie, and Henrik 17. Near Death Experience (Used Instead of "Field Care 101") - The Necromancer and Actor 18. The Doctor is In - Henrik and Author 19. Just a Scratch - Bim and Yancy 20. Lost and Found - Angus and BSE 21. That's Where the Blood's Supposed to Be - Host and Actor 22. They Made Me Do It - Google, Anti, and Bim 23. You Break It, You Buy It - Illinois and Ed Edgar 24. One Down, Two to Go - All Cannon JSE Egos 25. Hide and Seek - Yandere and Natpai 26. You will Go Down with This Ship - Captain Magnum and Actor 27. I'm Fine, I Prom.... - Mad and Natemare 28. It's Not Just in Your Head - Dark and Actor 29. All Work and No Play - Henrik and Anti 30. Digging Your Grave - Actor and Google 31. Hurt and Comfort - Actor, Bing, and Wilford

Anyway, that was all! Happy October everyone, and I’ll post day one for both in the next ten or so minutes.

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