About this boy who came from Hell

The good turned evil! [@myrkrlokison]

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Ander is known for his emotions to affect his powers. And usually it manifests as chaotic shapeshifts or rapid teleportation but this time- it took on a more potent form. Ander had been feeling scared and depressed so he stopped coming back to the apartment. He wandered the streets hoping that the lonely feeling would go away. The night sky cloudy and dark and Ander could barely tell where his is. Deep down he knew he should just go home and be with Myrkr, but the other part whispered that he should run away and hide forever. His brain feels like it splits in half and that’s when it happens. The spirit’s body falls to the cold cement of the empty sidewalk and he feels weak. A cackle cuts through the air, cold and hollow. Above Ander stands...well himself, but a twisted, more malicious version. All of him is the opposite Ander. His hair is pitch black, the normally yellow slitted eyes are a blue so light they could almost be white, and Ander’s normally blue toned chaotic clothes were now black and red. “Don’t worry I’ll take care of it, you just...I don’t know...disappear? You know like you wanted to!” The evil Ander steps on his counterparts chest with a sharp heeled boot. “Wh-who are you?” Ander croaks out, all of him weak. The sinister clone smiles “Why I am Despair and I’m going to go home.” Despair disappears in a puff of black smoke. Joy pushes himself to a sitting position and tries to teleport home, only to find that all his powers are gone. As Despair walks down the street he drains the joy from everyone. Happy couples fight, children cry, and Despair revels in it all. Finally, he appears in the apartment. “Myrrkkyyrrr~ I’m home!! Sorry I was being such a mopey bitch, but you know me.” Despair cackles and The apartment becomes a void. The evil spirit summons Myrkr to sit in front of him, and binds him in black chains. “Oh aren’t you handsome!” He cackles, his cold hand brushing Myrkr’s cheek. “I totally get why he’s into you. I’m sure you are super confused, let me make this short. I’m Andronicous Despair and I want to play.” A malicious grin grows across his face as he kneels in front of Myrkr.”

Myrkr tried to hold on to Joy, but he had to admit, dragging him around did not look and feel good at all. He felt his throat tighten at the mentioning of how others treated them, and Myrkr tried his best not to even flinch when they combined.

After all, they were one.

"You're lying to yourself", he said as he reached out to get support from a wall nearby. "It's not true. None of it. I wouldn't leave you."

This was what he promised, right? He'd stay during the good... and during the bad. Of course Ander's version of 'bad' now, was Despair. And he had to stomach it. There was no other way than trying to persuade him, to make him see, maybe that way he'd get around the other to bring out the good again. Maybe.

"It's never me who leaves", he said quietly. "It's always those I need to stay around me. I've told you. My parents... my friends... all of those I've dated before you. I didn't leave them. They left me."

He wouldn't've been a Hufflepuff if he wasn't loyal and didn't stick to someone 'till the end. So this hurt. A lot. But it was his cross to bear, so to speak. He loved stupidly blindly and he was used all the time because of it. They dragged everything out of him until there was nothing left and they abandoned him. Sometimes they'd beg themselves back to do it all over again. And Myrkr was stupid enough to forgive.

"So?" He arched a brow with a tired expression. "What now? Shall we go home?"

Despair stares at him blankly for a moment, blinking rapidly. He wanted Myrkr to be mad, to fight against him, to want Ander. But he does want us- I mean me. Ander holds his head and feels his being shift. Myrkr had been put through the same pain as him. Being abandoned and left behind...He understands. “You understand- but- that means-” Ander groans as Despair struggles to stay in control. But Joy focuses on the good memories of him and Myrkr. They made him...happy! Ander feels Despair cry out within him as he slips away into the deepest pit of his being, and the spirit’s normal color returns. When he opens his eyes they are the warm yellow they usually are and he smiles widely. “I’d like to go home, to our home.” He gently takes Myrkr’s hand and teleports them home. Ander sits his tired looking human down and kneels next to him. “I’m sorry....I should’ve talked to you. You didn’t make me feel lonely I made myself feel like this. I got stuck in my own head and invented scenarios of you leaving that didn’t even exist and I guess they really freaked me out.” He sighs and puts his hand on Myrkr’s thigh “But that’s no excuse for why I ran away, I should’ve just talked about my feelings and I promise I will.” Ander gives a sorry smile up at Myrkr.

#myrkrlokison

*lays across his lap* "Well this is comfortable, I'm staying, thank you~" [@painforcain xD]

[ @painforcain ] “Ughhhh I’m not a fucking chaise lounge.” Ander teleports so Cain isn’t laying across his lap. “I have the same face as some fucking guy and he thinks he can walk all over me-” Ander grumbles. “Look, Cain, buddy. If we are going to be friends the least you can do is not lay on my lap, exceptions being if you are drunk because I totally get that I too pass out on people while drunk.”

"I'm hiiigh come back heeere..."

Cain whined as he rolled back inside so he wouldn't fall off, a pout on his face.

"Meanie." He huffed. "I've murdered people for less. Pssh." He hung his head down from the bed, crimson eyes rolling up to look at the carpet. "Jus' make me feel somethin'?" He glanced over at Ander. "Let's set somethin' on fire~"

“You’re high and YOU DIDN’T SHARE?” Ander huffs and scoots closer again. “Lighting something on fire? YES!” Ander helps Cain up “I WANNA DO THAT! I haven’t had a good arson in years! WHOOH! This’ll be fun.” The spirit puts his coat on and does an excited little dance.

"You weren't around", he complained, "I would've shared. There." He let Ander pull him to his feet, then swayed a bit and reached in his pocket to give Ander a small packet of red pills. Then he smirked, showing off his fangs when he noticed how excited the spirit became. "I wanna burn a church", he decided. "It's pretty when it's on fire. Only time it's pretty, pssh-"

Ander takes a pill. It feels like barely anything and he sighs “Cain as much as I enjoy your creativity isn’t a church....god I can’t believe I’m saying this- isn’t it A BIT MUCH?” Ander expresses and waggles his hands. “That puts people in danger. Oh my god am I a square now??” He groans

"Aww come on, don't be boring", Cain groaned as he ran a hand in his spiky hair. "I wanna see people scramble and scream! Let's~ let's!! Set the Notre Dame on fire!" His eyes literally lit up with excitement. "Oh no, wait... that wouldn't be original, it had been set on fire before... by me... eh." He tapped his thick lips as he thought. "Any ideas? Should we just go campin'?" He laughed at the mental image. "And make a campfire? We could have... marshmallows..."

Ander rolls his eyes at the mention of past arson. And I thought I was wild. “Alright how about this- I’ll take us to this old field no one cares about and you can burn this old castle I know down. Not like anyone’s using it.” Ander shrugs. Whatever would help cain get through this high and back to normal would be a life saver. ‘Or we can go to a club and start a fire on the dance floor!” Ander wiggles his eyebrows.

#painforcain

The good turned evil! [@myrkrlokison]

[ @myrkrlokison ]

Ander is known for his emotions to affect his powers. And usually it manifests as chaotic shapeshifts or rapid teleportation but this time- it took on a more potent form. Ander had been feeling scared and depressed so he stopped coming back to the apartment. He wandered the streets hoping that the lonely feeling would go away. The night sky cloudy and dark and Ander could barely tell where his is. Deep down he knew he should just go home and be with Myrkr, but the other part whispered that he should run away and hide forever. His brain feels like it splits in half and that’s when it happens. The spirit’s body falls to the cold cement of the empty sidewalk and he feels weak. A cackle cuts through the air, cold and hollow. Above Ander stands...well himself, but a twisted, more malicious version. All of him is the opposite Ander. His hair is pitch black, the normally yellow slitted eyes are a blue so light they could almost be white, and Ander’s normally blue toned chaotic clothes were now black and red. “Don’t worry I’ll take care of it, you just...I don’t know...disappear? You know like you wanted to!” The evil Ander steps on his counterparts chest with a sharp heeled boot. “Wh-who are you?” Ander croaks out, all of him weak. The sinister clone smiles “Why I am Despair and I’m going to go home.” Despair disappears in a puff of black smoke. Joy pushes himself to a sitting position and tries to teleport home, only to find that all his powers are gone. As Despair walks down the street he drains the joy from everyone. Happy couples fight, children cry, and Despair revels in it all. Finally, he appears in the apartment. “Myrrkkyyrrr~ I’m home!! Sorry I was being such a mopey bitch, but you know me.” Despair cackles and The apartment becomes a void. The evil spirit summons Myrkr to sit in front of him, and binds him in black chains. “Oh aren’t you handsome!” He cackles, his cold hand brushing Myrkr’s cheek. “I totally get why he’s into you. I’m sure you are super confused, let me make this short. I’m Andronicous Despair and I want to play.” A malicious grin grows across his face as he kneels in front of Myrkr.”

The worst of it all was that he actually was into a dominant partner. He also would've liked being tied up; the truth was, he liked to be a bratty submissive more.

But not like this.

As Despair opener the portal and saw Ander, his heart shattered. He didn't know exactly what caused it, but he wanted to fix it. It was his fault, after all. Ander must've thought he wasn't enough, so it had to be Myrkr's fault.

"An—"

He couldn't finish as Despair shut the portal and now Myrkr felt genuinely pissed. Normally, it was hard to piss Myrkr off, the only thing that bothered him was injustice and bullying. Despair happened to do both to them.

When the scene changed and he found himself unbound, his eyes were dark with fury. Yes, Despair looked good, but Ander was perfect and Ander needed him. So, without a word, he apparated right next to Ander. He knew he didn't have much time... if Despair was anything like Ander he'd teleport right beside him and take him back by force.

"Sweetheart", he wrapped his arms around the older looking Ander and kept him close, face cupped gently in his hands. "It's okay. I promise. I love you, and I'll never, ever leave you. I promise... everything will be alright."

#myrkrlokison #Ander Despair

Despair didn’t notice him disappearing at first but when he did the malicious spirit fumes. “That ASSHOLE!” He growls and disappears in a puff of smoke to go find them. Ander was getting older by the minute. He looked now well near the end of his middle age. Wrinkles cover his face and his eyes still are sunken and sad. As the portal snap shuts he keeps crying. “Myrkr- I’m...I’m so sorry-” Then the old spirit feels himself pressed against someone’s chest who he immediately recognizes as Myrkr. “Y-you came back for me?” Ander stares up at Myrkr and smiles lightly. He clings close. “I love you too. I’m-I’m sorry I caused all of this I just got scared again. I don’t understand why you stay with me...No one usually does-” He curls up a bit. “Because you know what they did to us.” Despair appears next to Joy and tears him out of Myrkr’s arms. “They hurt us! They threw us away like garbage!” Despair shakes Joy’s shoulders as he tries to get across his point. Ander loses more of his color “Yeah...” he is consumed by Despair as his past replays in his mind. “And Myrkr will too-” Despair lies to Joy. “So just give in....I’ll take care of it and plus, you were never very good at being Joy.” Despair pets Joy and in a large cloud of smoke they combine again, but this time Despair is in charge. Even with Ander’s form restored it still has those cold eyes. “Mm see much better. Now where were we?” He saunters up to Myrkr and eyes him up and donw.

*lays across his lap* "Well this is comfortable, I'm staying, thank you~" [@painforcain xD]

[ @painforcain ] “Ughhhh I’m not a fucking chaise lounge.” Ander teleports so Cain isn’t laying across his lap. “I have the same face as some fucking guy and he thinks he can walk all over me-” Ander grumbles. “Look, Cain, buddy. If we are going to be friends the least you can do is not lay on my lap, exceptions being if you are drunk because I totally get that I too pass out on people while drunk.”

"I'm hiiigh come back heeere..."

Cain whined as he rolled back inside so he wouldn't fall off, a pout on his face.

"Meanie." He huffed. "I've murdered people for less. Pssh." He hung his head down from the bed, crimson eyes rolling up to look at the carpet. "Jus' make me feel somethin'?" He glanced over at Ander. "Let's set somethin' on fire~"

“You’re high and YOU DIDN’T SHARE?” Ander huffs and scoots closer again. “Lighting something on fire? YES!” Ander helps Cain up “I WANNA DO THAT! I haven’t had a good arson in years! WHOOH! This’ll be fun.” The spirit puts his coat on and does an excited little dance.

"You weren't around", he complained, "I would've shared. There." He let Ander pull him to his feet, then swayed a bit and reached in his pocket to give Ander a small packet of red pills. Then he smirked, showing off his fangs when he noticed how excited the spirit became. "I wanna burn a church", he decided. "It's pretty when it's on fire. Only time it's pretty, pssh-"

#painforcain #tw drug use

Ander takes a pill. It feels like barely anything and he sighs “Cain as much as I enjoy your creativity isn’t a church....god I can’t believe I’m saying this- isn’t it A BIT MUCH?” Ander expresses and waggles his hands. “That puts people in danger. Oh my god am I a square now??” He groans

*lays across his lap* "Well this is comfortable, I'm staying, thank you~" [@painforcain xD]

[ @painforcain ] “Ughhhh I’m not a fucking chaise lounge.” Ander teleports so Cain isn’t laying across his lap. “I have the same face as some fucking guy and he thinks he can walk all over me-” Ander grumbles. “Look, Cain, buddy. If we are going to be friends the least you can do is not lay on my lap, exceptions being if you are drunk because I totally get that I too pass out on people while drunk.”

"I'm hiiigh come back heeere..."

Cain whined as he rolled back inside so he wouldn't fall off, a pout on his face.

"Meanie." He huffed. "I've murdered people for less. Pssh." He hung his head down from the bed, crimson eyes rolling up to look at the carpet. "Jus' make me feel somethin'?" He glanced over at Ander. "Let's set somethin' on fire~"

#painforcain #tw drug mention

“You’re high and YOU DIDN’T SHARE?” Ander huffs and scoots closer again. “Lighting something on fire? YES!” Ander helps Cain up “I WANNA DO THAT! I haven’t had a good arson in years! WHOOH! This’ll be fun.” The spirit puts his coat on and does an excited little dance.

The good turned evil! [@myrkrlokison]

[ @myrkrlokison ]

Ander is known for his emotions to affect his powers. And usually it manifests as chaotic shapeshifts or rapid teleportation but this time- it took on a more potent form. Ander had been feeling scared and depressed so he stopped coming back to the apartment. He wandered the streets hoping that the lonely feeling would go away. The night sky cloudy and dark and Ander could barely tell where his is. Deep down he knew he should just go home and be with Myrkr, but the other part whispered that he should run away and hide forever. His brain feels like it splits in half and that’s when it happens. The spirit’s body falls to the cold cement of the empty sidewalk and he feels weak. A cackle cuts through the air, cold and hollow. Above Ander stands...well himself, but a twisted, more malicious version. All of him is the opposite Ander. His hair is pitch black, the normally yellow slitted eyes are a blue so light they could almost be white, and Ander’s normally blue toned chaotic clothes were now black and red. “Don’t worry I’ll take care of it, you just...I don’t know...disappear? You know like you wanted to!” The evil Ander steps on his counterparts chest with a sharp heeled boot. “Wh-who are you?” Ander croaks out, all of him weak. The sinister clone smiles “Why I am Despair and I’m going to go home.” Despair disappears in a puff of black smoke. Joy pushes himself to a sitting position and tries to teleport home, only to find that all his powers are gone. As Despair walks down the street he drains the joy from everyone. Happy couples fight, children cry, and Despair revels in it all. Finally, he appears in the apartment. “Myrrkkyyrrr~ I’m home!! Sorry I was being such a mopey bitch, but you know me.” Despair cackles and The apartment becomes a void. The evil spirit summons Myrkr to sit in front of him, and binds him in black chains. “Oh aren’t you handsome!” He cackles, his cold hand brushing Myrkr’s cheek. “I totally get why he’s into you. I’m sure you are super confused, let me make this short. I’m Andronicous Despair and I want to play.” A malicious grin grows across his face as he kneels in front of Myrkr.”

Myrkr's bright blue eyes followed the other wander around in front of him, putting on a show as he was mocking Joy. He bit the inside of his cheek when he watched helplessly as Despair pulled the clone apart. Is that what you did to my lover? He thought, throat tightening at the thought. But he kept a stoic expression. Myrkr followed the logic of how his Joy was like; the happier the people, the more joyous he'd become. Joy was powered by positive emotions. That means Despair had to be powered by negative ones. So Myrkr must be tough.

But can he be...?

As Despair was talking about how he'd came to be, Myrkr felt puzzled. Loneliness? Ander had a home to return to. Ander had him. He was never alone, not for long. He always had Myrkr by his side ever since the wizard insisted that Ander should stay. He wanted the spirit to be around. It was fun spending time with him. He loved to be with him. He loved him.

And Ander was, all along, lonely?

That broke Myrkr's heart the most painful way possible. To hear and see and know he wasn't enough. He fought back the lump in his throat as the tears tantalizingly started to gather in his eyes at that.

How could you be lonely... on my side? All that love I gave you... it meant nothing?

As Despair made himself comfortable in his lap and cradled his face, Myrkr closed his eyes.

"I'm neither a prize nor a pet to keep", he growled, his voice low. He opened his eyes to stare up at Despair with a pair of piercingly blue orbs. "Unhand me. Now. I don't want you to touch me."

#myrkrlokison #despair you dramatic bitch

“Ugh I thought you’d be into this, you know, goth, brooding, with a sinister side. Blegh of course you like him and all his vanilla shit.” Despair crawls of his lap. Ander was far from basic by Despair’s standards maybe he was. Despair’s ear twitches “Hold on I’m getting a call.” Despair casts a portal for him and Myrkr to view Joy through. “What do you want bitch?” Joy looks like shit. To put it lightly “Why are you such an asshole?” Ander croaks out. His voice pained. Despair moves so that Myrkr can see him. Joy had aged. Something that never has happened. He wasn’t much older, probably looking a little bit older than Myrkr. “When I get there I’m gonna-.” “What?” Despair stopped him “What will you do because. Last time I checked you don’t have your powers awww poor baby, and now I’m going to drive your little Romeo away from you.” Despair laughs “Why don’t you tell him why I manifested, huh? Confess your sadness little Joy.” Despair waits while Ander pushes himself to his feet and keeps walking. He holds his head and looks through to make eye contact with Myrkr, tears flood his eyes and drip down his cheeks “Baby-I- I’m so sorry I just- I love you so much and I was scared. I was scared that one day you would hate me, and leave me and I’d be all alone again. I was dumb! I just want to come home please-” Despair closes the portal. “Okay enough of that. Jeez I hate him. Old us would have never cried over a boy. What a love filled drama queen am I right?” He circles back around Myrkr and rubs his shoulders “Tell me...what game shall we play. House? Medieval betrothal? Oh oh! I got it! Noir lovers!” Despair snaps and Myrkr is sitting at a desk dressed like a old fashioned detective. His body unbound. Despair drapes himself across the desk in a dramatic fashion, his look akin to a femme fatale “Oh please sir there’s been a murder-” He says in a pseudo high voice.

The good turned evil! [@myrkrlokison]

[ @myrkrlokison ]

Ander is known for his emotions to affect his powers. And usually it manifests as chaotic shapeshifts or rapid teleportation but this time- it took on a more potent form. Ander had been feeling scared and depressed so he stopped coming back to the apartment. He wandered the streets hoping that the lonely feeling would go away. The night sky cloudy and dark and Ander could barely tell where his is. Deep down he knew he should just go home and be with Myrkr, but the other part whispered that he should run away and hide forever. His brain feels like it splits in half and that’s when it happens. The spirit’s body falls to the cold cement of the empty sidewalk and he feels weak. A cackle cuts through the air, cold and hollow. Above Ander stands...well himself, but a twisted, more malicious version. All of him is the opposite Ander. His hair is pitch black, the normally yellow slitted eyes are a blue so light they could almost be white, and Ander’s normally blue toned chaotic clothes were now black and red. “Don’t worry I’ll take care of it, you just...I don’t know...disappear? You know like you wanted to!” The evil Ander steps on his counterparts chest with a sharp heeled boot. “Wh-who are you?” Ander croaks out, all of him weak. The sinister clone smiles “Why I am Despair and I’m going to go home.” Despair disappears in a puff of black smoke. Joy pushes himself to a sitting position and tries to teleport home, only to find that all his powers are gone. As Despair walks down the street he drains the joy from everyone. Happy couples fight, children cry, and Despair revels in it all. Finally, he appears in the apartment. “Myrrkkyyrrr~ I’m home!! Sorry I was being such a mopey bitch, but you know me.” Despair cackles and The apartment becomes a void. The evil spirit summons Myrkr to sit in front of him, and binds him in black chains. “Oh aren’t you handsome!” He cackles, his cold hand brushing Myrkr’s cheek. “I totally get why he’s into you. I’m sure you are super confused, let me make this short. I’m Andronicous Despair and I want to play.” A malicious grin grows across his face as he kneels in front of Myrkr.”

Myrkr wasn't worried.

Ander sometimes would go and have some fun out of the flat; and the wizard wasn't about to tell Joy of all spirits not to go and have fun. This must've been the case.

But then... something suddenly felt terribly wrong. And Myrkr felt worried. The voice which called out his name sounded like Ander, but it sounded different. Wrong. Almost... threatening.

Myrkr felt the flat's temperature drop. He quickly put Bubbles back in her place, just when he was so rudely teleported on a chair, bound to it. He was right, too; this wasn't Ander, but rather a dark version of him. Despair, he thought, that does not sound good...

"Where's my Joy? What have you done to him?" Despite being tied up tightly, he didn't seem too troubled. He wasn't an auror for nothing. "I don't know you and I won't play games."