Some More DarkPuppet, My Beloveds

"Wh-? I jus' woke up..." with anyone? *hugs*

(*hugs back*)

(Anyone remember…this ol’ prompt? All the way back from November 2018. Boom, it’s got a sequel now! So uh, a lot of blood mentions. JJ got beat up pretty bad, and there’s a dead guy. Oh, oh this got much darker than I meant it to. Well, that’s what happens when you binge BFU for days, I guess.)

“Jackie! JACKIE!”

Jackie’s eyes flew open and he twitched in alarm, the shouting of his brother rousing him from the deepest sleep he’d had in weeks. “Hnn?”

Marvin ran into the room. He was twisting the end of his cape in his hands, shaking. “Jackie, something happened and Schneep said we need to get to the hospital now!” Word’s spilled from Marvin so rapidly that Jackie could hardly keep up. “Schneep got a text from JJ and it was a lot of nonsense except for one word and it was ‘Help’ and he said his phone glitched and it said ‘Help him’ with that creepy font Anti loves and he heard laughing and we have to go find JJ, we have to-”

“Wh-? I jus’ woke up…slow down,” Jackie mumbled. Then Marvin’s words slipped in through the fog of sleepiness, and Jackie shot up out of bed. “Does Schneep know anything?” he demanded, scrambling to find his suit. “Any way to narrow down JJ’s location?”

“I-I don’t know. I can try a tracking spell but if Anti is involved I don’t know if it’ll work!”

“Just try!” Jackie ran into his bathroom and changed into his superhero suit as quickly as he could. 

His hands shook as he put on his belt. He pictured JJ in the hands of that demon, his little brother at the mercy of Anti, and he nearly threw up. “We’re gonna find him. We’re gonna find him,” he mumbled to himself. He ran back out the room.

Marvin stood in the middle of Jackie’s room. He’d cleared away some of the clutter and held a book in one hand. His other hand was extended out, magic swirling around it, as Marvin muttered words in a language Jackie didn’t know. Marvin turned his palm up, and looked at Jackie. “I need something of JJ’s!”

Jackie nodded and scanned the room. He picked up a handkerchief that JJ had given him when, much to the gentleman’s horror, he learned that none of them owned one. “Will this do?”

Marvin nodded. “Put it right above my palm.” Jackie obeyed. The handkerchief hovered just above Marvin’s palm as wisps of blue and green magic swirled around it.  “Okay, I need a map or something!”

“Will a phone-”

“Yeah!”

Jackie held out his phone. Marvin closed the book he held and tucked it back into his bag. He pointed that hand at Jackie’s phone, and the magic flowed from the handkerchief to the phone. The last bit of soft green disappeared, and Marvin wobbled where he stood. “Oh fuck, I should have practiced that one more,” he said, wiping his forehead. “Did it work?”

“I think so! Can you make us a portal?”

Marvin nodded. The room filled with the soft blue and green glows, and then they came together in a circle. With a flash of light the portal opened and the two jumped through.

As soon as they were through Jackie stumbled back, his hands flying up to cover his mouth.

JJ was slumped against the wall of an alleyway, sitting across from the corpse of a man that Jackie recognized as one of the small-time villains of the city. JJ was covered in blood. It was all over his vest and shirt, staining the white a bright red and turning the blue dark. It was splattered on his face, his neck, everywhere. 

The alley floor was not better off. There was a pool of blood on the ground and tails of it everywhere. The other man, the body, lay in a huge puddle of it. Jackie couldn’t process what he was seeing. What had happened? How did it happen?

Marvin’s mouth hung open. “Holy shit…” he breathed. 

“Marvin,” Jackie croaked, “Get JJ.”

Marvin snapped out of it. “Right, right.” He went over to JJ, who had barely moved the whole time, only slight twitching as he breathed far too shallowly, and screamed. “Holy shit!” Marvin leaned JJ’s head forwards, exposing the bloody, matted mess that was the back of his head. Marvin put his hands over the wound and began muttering a healing spell with urgency. 

Jackie’s eyes wandered to the dead man. He slowly approached the body, which laid on it’s stomach on the pavement, it’s face turned to lay on the left side. He had a terrible feeling that it had been done on purpose, so that he would see who it was. He moved it a little bit, to see the front better and check for wounds. He reeled back almost immediately.

The man’s throat was slit.

Jackie could almost hear Anti’s laughter. The glitch was behind this. He had to be. ‘He must have tried to make this guy kill JJ for him! I bet he told him that JJ and I are related. Promised him revenge on me.’

But…why would this man be dead, and not JJ?

“Jackie, we need to get JJ to the hospital now,” Marvin said. “I did a healing spell but it won’t be enough for very long! I-I don’t even know how much blood he’s lost, but it’s too much!”

Jackie backed away from the body and turned to his brothers. He picked JJ up while Marvin opened a portal. Jackie looked down at his youngest brother’s face. Too pale, covered in blood, eyes twisted shut like he was having a nightmare…

Rage boiled in Jackie’s chest. Whatever Anti had done, he would regret.

(Okay this has a potential for a part three but we all know my procrastination habits so no promises.)

Story of A P̢u̵p͠p̕e͘t (Regarding Lost Things)

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Available on AO3!

words: 1921 (written in fake audio-transcript format)

genre: ... spooky-ish Magnus Archives rip-off with some YouTuber Egos? more likely than you think. (no pairing this time.)

summary:

Here's a podcast in which the Host tells the unseen stories of infinite universes to the curious.

These stories are all true. They are not made up by the Host. (Those days are gone.)

Listen closely; you're in for something interesting.

In today's episode: A puppet theater, hidden in plain sight.

notes: this picture has one (1) vague easter egg and one (1) unnecessary greek mythology reference. that's how we roll.

ps: please, for the love of god, read @pxppet's story here! technically, this fantastic piece of writing threw me back into the dynamics of the two characters again, and that's what made it possible for me to publish this one thingie here today. so i owe you, @pxppet, a debt of gratitude for that. thank you so much for your wonderful work. and so, go on, everyone else, read it!

mutuals do this

"Youve been trying to deal with this yourself?" Marvin to JJ?

I am so sorry for how long this took! D: I hope you enjoy anyway!

Jameson squeezed his eyes shut and grit his teeth. He pulled his shirt over his arm, his breath shaking as the fabric slid over the wound. Even through the bandages, he could feel it. It was so sensitive, and getting worse by the day! But he couldn’t complain. It was nothing compared to what his brothers endured on the regular.

He took a deep breath. He could suck it up. What was one scratch compared to the countless injuries Jackie was constantly nursing? The cuts and bruises Marvin always had? The constant struggle Chase was always going through? The stress that always wore Schneep down to a point beyond exhaustion? How could Jameson complain about something as small as a scratch on his arm?

He’d learned enough from the doctor to know how to bandage it properly. So he’d taken care of it on his own. He set a smile on his face and went downstairs. Marvin was the only other one awake yet. He looked up and grinned. “Hey! Finally, someone else is awake!”

“How long have you been up?”

“…I’m not sure. Since before sunrise, I know that.”

Jameson laughed and sat down next to Marvin. Snappers emerged from Marvin’s cape, looking at Jameson from Marvin’s shoulder. “Good morning, Snappers! he said as cheerfully as he could. The little dragon hopped down from Marvin’s shoulder and started sniffing at Jameson’s arm. She made a noise of concern.

Marvin furrowed his brows. "Hey, what’s wrong?” Snappers sniffed and made the noise again. She clawed at Jameson’s sleeve. “Snappers, stop that!” Marvin scolded. The dragon climbed up the couch cusiononto the back of the couch. She sniffed at Jameson’s upper arm.

Jameson suppressed his panic. “What on earth are you doing, you funny little-AHG, OW!” Snappers had brushed her nose against the scratch. Jameson clutched his arm, squeezing it so right that it went from agonizing to numb. He whimpered.

Marvin grabbed Snapperws and moved her to his lap. “JJ, what’s wrong with your arm?”

Jameson knew he couldn’t deny anything at this point. “It-it’s really nothing. Just a scrape.”

“No way you had that reaction with just a scrape. Show me your arm.”

“It’s truly nothing! No need to concern yourself with it, I’m perfectly-”

“We both know I don’t believe this. Just show me, please.”

Jameson sighed. He pulled his sleeve up to his shoulder. The bandages were hardly pristine anymore, blood having soaked through completely. Marvin carefully unwrapped the bandages. Jameson hissed as the air stung the wound when it was uncovered.

Marvin gaped at it. “You’ve been trying to deal with this yourself? It’s huge! And it looks like it’s getting infected!”

“I thought, well I thought it was miniscule compared to what everyone else always has to handle! I didn’t want to be a bother!”

“Miniscule?! It’s almost shoulder to elbow length!” Marvin shouted incredulously. He stood up. “We’re getting Schneep. Right now.”

“But he has so much to worry over already! It wouldn’t be right, throwing my own problems at him!”

“He’ll have lot more to worry about if it gets worse!” Marvin took a deep breath. “You’re not being a bother, okay? People get hurt. It happens.” His expression softened. “You know you aren’t a bother, right?”

“I…I suppose.”

“Come on. Let’s get you fixed up.”

(I’m very tired, I hope this is decent!)

Radio Silence

Description: Amazed and overwhelmed by the new technologies that the other egos have introduced, JJ is happy to find some peace and solace in listening to the radio, and his new friend :)

(TW: No triggers this time, at least I think)

The sequence of beeps startled JJ out of his stupor of listening to a rather nice station, he blinked, a smile lighting on his face as he noted the frequency had changed, another sequence of beeps came through, and he hastily translated, writing it down via paper, and prepared his reply.

……-.. .-.. — / .— .- – . … — -. –..– / …. — .– / .- .-. . / -.– — ..- / - — -.. .- -.– ..–.. (Hello Jameson, how are you today?) The man blinked at the rather odd politeness, his newly discovered friend, who had called themselves ‘Ti’ in their first correspondence, always had something quirky to say as a greeting, but he assumed it was because they had a stressful day, he assumed their job was very hard, given that the messages he received were few and far-between.

.-. .- - ……-. / .– . .-.. .-.. –..– / – -.– / –. — — -.. / ..-. .-. .. . -. -.. –..– / .. … / … — – . - …. .. -. –. / - …. . / – .- - - . .-. ..–.. (Rather well, my good friend, is something the matter?) He tapped his foot impatiently, awaiting the answer he heard a knock on the door, “JJ buddy, we’re gonna have dinner in a few minutes, you have anything in mind? Cuz Jackie was just gonna make pasta again-” Chase’s voice called through the door, he walked up and opened the door, smiling at the tired looking ego, ‘Pasta sounds wonderful, my good sir!’ he motioned, a wonder, this Sign Language was, he marveled at its brilliance, but it was nice every now and again to sit down and be near what he could of the old times, “Alright bud, see ya downstairs in a bit.” Chase nodded, running down the hall, and once he was gone he could again hear the sequence, turning back towards the radio he once again translated the message.

-. — - …. .. -. –. –..– / .— ..- … - / .-. .- - ……-. / -… — .-. . -.. .-.-.- / .. .—-. …- . / -… . . -. / - …. .. -. -.- .. -. –. –..– / – .- -.– -… . / .– . / … …. — ..- .-.. -.. / – . . - .-.-.- (Nothing, just rather bored. I’ve been thinking, maybe we should meet.) His eyes widened, he had suggested meeting to Ti before, but the mysterious messenger was always insistent that they weren’t fun to hang out with, a thought he found preposterous, from what he had gathered, Ti was a wonderful individual, a fan of all the novels he had read, a rather clever wit if they could learn morse code, he would scoff at the thought if he could in fact, well, scoff. .. / .– — ..- .-.. -.. / -… . / -.…-.. .. –. …. - . -.. / - — / ..-. .. -. .- .-.. .-.. -.– / – . . - / ..-. .- -.-. . / - — / ..-. .- -.-. . –..– / .– …. .- - / - .. – . ..–.. (I would be delighted to finally meet face to face, what time?) He had always assumed Ti lived in the area, given they had talked about the same place for quite a long time, it had to be the case

.–…-. …. .- .–. … / - — – — .-. .-. — .– / – — .-. -. .. -. –. ..–.. / .. / …. .- …- . / - …. . / -.. .- -.– / ..-. .-… (Perhaps tomorrow morning? I have the day free) He grinned at that, it just so happened he had that day free as well, as Marvin wouldn’t have his next show until the afternoon, Schneep was busy doing shifts at the hospital, Chase had visitation with his children and Jackie would be out and about buying groceries, - …. .- - .—-. … / .–…-. ..-. . -.-. - –..– / .- -.-. - ..- .- .-.. .-.. -.– –..– / .– ……-. . / . -..- .- -.-. - .-.. -.– ..–.. (That’s perfect, actually, where exactly?) A static sound came from the frequency, loud and so intrusive it made JJ jump, followed by a cut-off bit of beeps -….- — -. .—-. - / –. — .-.-.- .-.-.- .-.-.- - .-. .- .–. another sequence followed rather speedily after that one .- …. –..– / – -.– / …. .- -. -.. / … .-.. .. .–. .–. . -.. / — -. / - …. .- - / — -. . –..– / -.. — -. .—-. - / - .-. .- -. … .-.. .- - . –..– / .. - … / .- / – . … … .-.-.- (ah, my hand slipped on that one, don’t translate, its a mess.) JJ who had just written down the sequence, quickly erased it, .–…-. …. .- .–. … / — ..- - … .. -.. . / - …. .- - / -.-. .- ..-. . / .– . / -… — - …. / .-.. .. -.- . ..–.. / .. .—-. …- . / -… . . -. / -.. -.– .. -. –. / ..-. — .-. / … — – . / -.-. — ..-. ..-… –..– / .-.. .- - . .-.. -.– .-.-.- (Perhaps outside that cafe we both like? I’ve been dying for some coffee, lately.) His stomach gurgled at the thought of a good cup of coffee as he remembered dinner was almost ready, he found he was slouching at the nice white noise in the background as he put his reply, … — ..- -. -.. … / .– — -. -.…-. ..-. ..- .-.. –..– / .. .—-. – / .- ..-. .-. .- .. -.. / .. / …. .- …- . / - — / –. . - / –. — .. -. –. / - …. — ..- –. …. –..– / -.. .. -. -…-. / .. … / .- .-.. – — … - / .-…- -.. -.– .-.-.- (Sounds wonderful, I’m afraid I have to get going though, dinner is almost ready.) He typed a quick farewell, leaving the radio on by total accident as another sequence of beeps followed, … . . / -.– — ..- / … — — -. –..– / .— .— / —… -.–.- 

The next day, after Marvin’s show…

Marvin walked into JJ’s room, concerned as to why he never showed up for his magic, the man had always enjoyed seeing the tricks he had pulled, as the radio played a song, it let out a static burst yet again, and the sequence itself was unmistakable.

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(A/N: Oh no what happened to poor JJ?~ ;) Nah but seriously idk where this idea came from but take I guess? And again, if you would like to be removed or added to the tag list please let me know!)

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It's him, the dapper man~

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.

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.

hey um..do you rp by chance? I was just curious..

I do! And I apologize that we both didn't rp Lately School got me very busy + my mental health is not the greatest at the moment but yeah.. I do RP any kind beside the well Um you know ones... btw I am answering this at like 5 am in the morning

The Bois are all here. :)