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“Please, I’m begging you -”
“Are you?” the villain drawled, clearly bored. “If you were begging, you’d be on your knees.”
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have a prompt #46
“Please, I’m begging you -”
“Are you?” the villain drawled, clearly bored. “If you were begging, you’d be on your knees.”
Prompt #368
“Hold your horses!”
“My horses are held as hell, dude!”
Sleep On It
Marvin coughed up a throaty, harsh bout of blood and spat it out, looking up and glaringly at his captor. Hatred seethed throughout his body and he wanted nothing more than to break free of his binds and tear out the demon’s already slit jugular. Such a fate is worthy for a creature who killed two of his brothers and his silent friend.
Anti smiled slyly and kneeled down to sit eye level with Marvin. The demon had stolen the face of his adopted brother, Henrik, for a reason only Anti found amusing, and the sight of him sickened Marvin beyond reason.
“You know, all of this could have been avoided if you had just joined me from the start. No death, no pain, just blissful, everlasting power for you to enjoy,” Anti cooed, his eyebrows furrowed upwards. “But instead you resisted, and look where it got you. Look where it got them.”
Instantly, Marvin summoned a ball of fire in his mouth with a wordless spell. The magician lunged forward against his binds, opening his mouth wide and shooting a ball of violet fire directly at Anti’s face. The demon stepped to the left, dodging it with seemingly no effort. Marvin fell to his knees again, his binds clanging together behind him. Anti laughed a joyous laugh and turned back to the magician with Henrik’s piercing blue and hazel eyes.
“How adorable.”
Within a second, Anti grabbed Marvin’s forehead and rammed his head into the wall behind him, hard. The hit dented the wall, which he could only guess it was made out of cement, and Marvin could feel the back of his skull shatter. It was all Marvin could do to keep his screams of agony inside him as another clot of blood flew out of his mouth. His vision started to become dark and spotty and sharp nausea rose up in his gut.
Anti sighed, pulling his hand away and adjusting his pristine white lab coat. “I’ll let you sleep on it, but we will talk about this later.” And with that, the demon walked off, the sound of his footsteps echoing off the walls.
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(a little longer than intended but i had so much fun with this.)
au where sal is captured by the cult and mind controlled/brainwashed to kill the tenents of addison apartments
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"I didn't like killing all those people. In fact, I hated it. I might as well have been killing myself. But you don't understand- there wasn't a choice. When you've seen the shit I have, then you all will realise how wrong you all were."
With No Resistance: I Just Want to Talk
*writes to cope with this scorching community fire*
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Summary: Marvin finds a visitor in his dreamscape who says he just wants to talk.
Warnings: Blood mention.
With No Resistance: Faulty Wires
I FINALLY GOT FINISHED W IT HOLY FUCK I’ve been putting this off for so long. Here’s part two of With No Resistance. I don’t have anything else to say, but enjoy!
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Summary: Marvin wakes up and tries to start his day with his brothers, but his powers go awry and cause some mischief.
Warnings: Throwing objects, language.
Every Piece of You
Warning: contains gore, swearing (I think), drugs (anesthesia counts as drugs), blood, if you think I should warning anything else, feel free to tell me so
I didn’t edit this well and English being my first language makes it hard to English so bear with me
Dedicated to @flappyrose
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JJ woke up feeling drowsy, not knowing where he was or how he was feeling; in fact, he couldn’t feel anything at all. He opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a bright light shining down on you, which made him instinctively close his eyes and try to take his hand to his eyes to cover them from the light. One problem, his arms and legs were strapped down. He started to panic. What was going on?
He tried to shake his hands free, to bend his knees so he could try to get his legs out of the leather restraints, but to no avail. Every time he opened his eyes he was met with that blinding light that forced him to shut his eyes again, so he couldn’t even look around without his eyes tearing up.
JJ’s breath started getting shallower, trying to take deep breaths was useless, every time he tried to exhale, he was met with a pain in his chest that made him want to sob. And he was close to crying out of fear, when the sound of a door being opened was heard. As the door closed, he started getting more frantic in his tries of freeing himself, squirming, struggling, anything to try and get off of that table.
“Oh, JJ, you’re awake!” it was an unmistakeable accent. It was Schneep. “Oh I’m glad, now we can officially start!”
Schneep walked over to the table where he had strapped down JJ about two hours before he went out to look for everything needed. The room wasn’t that big, but it was enough for Schneep, it had everything he needed, and what he needed wasn’t much. A table, a light, surgical instruments, chemicals for anesthesia, an ET tube, for when needed, and a few more other stuff.
He saw JJ breathing heavily, trying to get his arms and hands free, but his eyes were closed. “Oh of course!” he said, letting out a small chuckle. “Ja, this light is horrible, if I look at it I also want to cry.” he pushed the light that hung from the ceiling out of his way and out of JJ’s face. When he finally opened his eyes, he thought that Schneep face would make him feel more comfortable, a little bit safer, but he was wrong. As soon as he looked into the doctor’s eyes, what he saw was an all too familiar acid green. He started to panic. To anyone else it would’ve looked like he was having a seizure, but the others knew best.
Schneep wasn’t himself. This wasn’t him. He needed to get out.
“Oh no, no, no, don’t move.” Schneep said almost too gently, placing his hand gingerly on JJ’s forehead, holding him down. JJ flinched, closing his eyes and trying to curl into himself. “If you want this to go well, then try not to move, okay?”
Schneep walked away from the table and started taking out some plastic bags. Thanks to the light no longer being on his eyes, JJ was able to look at what the doctor was doing. His breathing got heavy, without any rhythm to it. Whatever was happening with Schneep, Anti had something to do with it, and he really didn’t want to be in Anti’s claws again. He saw as Schneep tossed some bags aside as he muttered things like “mmh not good enough” or “too thick”.
Looking for the perfect catheter for what he was about to do was a hard task, but in the end, it would all be worth it. After looking for everything he needed, he placed every item and component on a tray and walked over to the table. JJ’s breathing got short this time, couldn’t even breath properly out of the pure terror he felt. Pleading with his eyes meant nothing, and it wasn’t like he could tap into whatever was left inside of Schneep in the shell of the body that was once him.
He looked over at the tray. A bunch of chemicals he didn’t knew, about three needles, and a few instruments that he knew nothing about. All of them were alien to him, and he hated that. His eyes darted to the tray, to Schneep, to the room, and back on the tray. It was a cycle to made him worry even more with every second.
“You are probably wondering why are you here. Simple answer, I have a few experiments that I want to test out, and we decided that, you would be the very best to carry out this experiment with.” he took some latex gloves from a box under the table and easily placed them on his hands, he put on his mask, and his eye protection. “You’re probably wondering, why the eye protection? Well, there’s going to be a lot of blood, and I don’t want that splashing into my eyes.”
All the thoughts, fear, and anguish inside JJ surfaced, he started crying, if he were able to speak, he would be begging, but he couldn’t utter a word, and he couldn’t even sign. He mouthed ‘please’ over and over, but it was all in vain.
Schneep chuckled and grabbed a tissue. He dabbed JJ’s years away, no matter JJ’s tries to get his face away from his touch. “Stop crying, Jamie, this will only take about, what, an hour? Maybe a little bit more if we take our sweet, sweet time.” The wicked smile that came after that was enough to let another dry, quiet sob come out of JJ’s mouth. All he could do was pray that Jackie or Marvin found him, it was all he could do.
“Let’s get started!” he did a quick tourniquet and picked up an IV catheter, “I recommend you relax a little, yes? You’re going to be here for a while, little Jamie.” after dabbing a piece of cotton with alcohol on JJ’s arm, he inserted the needle and the catheter easily, and connected it to the tube.
“Want to heat a fun fact?” he asked smiling, ignoring JJ’s quiet sobs. “People think it’s the cut that kills the person. If I did what I’m about to do to you anywhere else that’s not here, well, you would die in an instant, and that’s not what we want.” with another needle, he picked up some anesthesia with a label that he couldn’t read well, and injected it on his ankle. “No, we want to stay awake through this.”
The instant feeling that came after that, almost made him pass out, but Schneep hit his face gingerly to wake him up. Even with the mask on, JJ could see that we was smiling, his eyes smiled with him. He tried to free himself again, but with every effort he just got weaker. “It’s never the cut that kills the person, so no matter how much we cut today, I’m doing everything to prevent your instant death.”
JJ has completely given up in trying to break free, there was nothing he could do when he was strapped down, drugged, and with no way to defend himself. He closed his eyes, almost accepting his fate, when he felt Schneep strap him down a little bit more. Across his shoulders, across his hips, and on his knees, he couldn’t move at all. He knew there was no point in trying anymore. Schneep took the scissors and cut off JJ’s bottom part of his pants, revealing the skin he had already shaved, so its hairless and soft. “All this untouched skin, imagine how pretty it will look against the contrast of the red!” his voice showed what could’ve been confused with childlike excitement if he weren’t talking about cutting JJ up.
He closed his eyes, realizing that he was going to die was a the harsher reality he was ever presented with. Worse, at the hand of someone he once believe to be family. He thought he was prepared for everything, after all, he had accepted that he was not getting out of the situation without help, so what better preparation than acceptance. He heard the sound of what appeared a drill, he opened his eyes to see what Schneep was doing, but almost as soon as the noise started, he felt one of the most horrible pains he had felt in his life. He tried to scream but he couldn’t, he tried to move away but the way he was being held down only allowed his neck to move. JJ felt himself getting lightheaded, what was happening and why couldn’t he see it?
Schneep has just cut off two of JJ’s toes at the same time. In fact, the most accurate word would be amputated.
“Let’s see how you react to this.” Schneep murmured as he went over to JJ’s face. JJ was crying, and shaking his head. “Ah yes, you’re full of panic and terror. It’s normal, after all, I just cut off both smaller toes of your right foot!” he was smiling, a sickeningly sweet smile as he reached over to other tray and held the bloody toe up so JJ could see it.
JJ felt like he was close to vomiting, and Schneep couldn’t allow that. If he actually puked, he would choke on his own vomit and die before the real fun began, so he injected him with some type of extra anesthesia to keep him awake and feeling. JJ felt lightheaded, dizzy, and the new chemical that Schneep has injected inside him, gave JJ a false sense of security. He knew he was in danger, he knew he was going to die, but the medicine or anesthesia had just calmed him down to level unknown to him.
“You like the feeling, don’t you?” whispered Schneep, “of course you do, everyone does. It’s called a benzodiazepine. There are many variations of it, this one is my special concoction.”
The doctor grabbed the scissors again, and started aggressively, yet with perfect precision, start to cut off all of JJ’s clothes out. For what he was going to do next, he needed all the clothes off. It was so much easier to do it when JJ wasn’t completely panicking, Schneep smiled. “Glad you’re not fighting it anymore, it means we get to enjoy this together.”
JJ wanted to tell him that he wanted out. He wanted to talk to Schneep, maybe talking would’ve helped bring him back down to his senses and push away whatever hold Anti had over him, but it was impossible. Only Marvin, Jackie, and Chase could do that. They could speak. He could not, he could only sign, and even he couldn’t do that right now. Whatever Anti had planned for him, he wanted it to be done completely with no interruptions.
A mask was placed over his nose and mouth, and as Schneep’s hands finished putting it on, his hands trailed down to JJ’s neck, caressing it horizontally. It gave JJ memories of how Anti used to touch him there in the same way, muttering of how he couldn’t wait to taint his skin; this was more than confirmation that it wasn’t Schneep, it was Anti.
“Look at all this pale, soft skin. So untouched, never damaged.” he leaned down to JJ’s ear. “We’ll soon fix that, won’t we?” JJ let out a choked sob, tears falling down the sides of his eyes into the table, forming pools under his head.
The table was cold, the room was cold, and with every layer of clothing that Schneep cut off, until he was almost completely naked (keeping his underwear).
“We’re ready to let the real fun begin, now that I made sure you won’t die on me till the moment is right.” Schneep ignored whatever fight was left in JJ as he turned around to pick up the electric bone saw again. With his left hand he caresses the leg, looking for where to dig it first. “So many good places to cut off, I guess I’ll start here.” he placed the bone saw right below his knee, and turned it on. As soon as he cut in deep, the blood splashed onto his face, which made him smile and cut deeper with it until he reached the bone, putting pressure on it, until the leg was completely sawed in half. He turned off the bone saw and looked at the division. “Such a perfectly clean cut.” Schneep praised himself. JJ was in excruciating pain, he had gone through things with Anti, yes, but he never thought he would make Schneep amputate his leg. “What I like about you, JJ, is that you don’t scream,” JJ wanted to, he really wanted to. He wanted to call for help, he wanted to cry in pain, hell, he would’ve even begged for mercy, but he couldn’t do any of those things. “At this point, I need to gag the others, and even then, I get muffled cries, I don’t like that, completely distracts me of my work!” he waved his hand in the hair. “But you? I can do anything I want, and you won’t be able to scream.” Schneep took his hand and touched the bone, in the piece of the leg still attached to JJ, and pushed it harshly. It was somehow worse than the whole amputation. He tried to squirm to forget about the pain but it was impossible, all he did was cry and cry, and let the tears fall down while they had their fun. “This I know hurts you, but you can’t scream.” he pushed his hand inside the leg, pushing away every organ, muscle, bone, nerve. It was a complete invasion of the wound, and it hurt more than the amputation.
Schneep pushes his hand even deeper, almost as if he was looking for something in that mess of blood, muscle, and veins. He could see JJ’s vitals dropping on the monitor, so he quickly pumped him with more chemicals on his IV with his other hand, his free hand. He was in too deep inside JJ’s leg to pull his hand out now, so he kept pushing away everything until he found it, the other side of the bone. “Aw, perfect!” he said and pulled his hand out like it was nothing, taking a few veins and muscle rips out with him, which made the leg jump, “Oh look at that! You still have a small control over your leg even though I just cut it off, fascinating, do more!”
JJ couldn’t move it, it was the leg on its own, he didn’t know how. He needed to move it, he couldn’t make Schneep (or Anti?) angry, but he couldn’t, which made him squirm even more. He prayed to whatever entity existed but it was in vain. Schneep knew it was just a reaction of the nerves in the leg after such a big invasion like Schneep’s whole forearm, but JJ’s panic was nothing more of amusing for him.
“We should keep going.” he said standing straight again and picking up the bone saw once more.
The rest of the hour was spent with Schneep cutting up JJ into pieces, making sure he didn’t pass out out of shock, pain, or total blood loss by pumping him with more concoctions or chemicals. It was a point of no return.
Even if he was saved, he would never be whole again, he couldn’t feel his limbs but he could feel every moment, every second of pain that Schneep put him through, but he couldn’t think straight. Was his mind even his own anymore? Where his thoughts his or a result of the drugs that he was being dosed with? Why him? If he could speak, he was sure he would’ve asked that already, but would’ve he gotten an answer.
Schneep’s scrubs, gloves and mask was drenched in JJ’s blood, even the parts of JJ’s body still untouched by Schneep’s bone saw were drenched in his own blood, sometimes that was torture enough. How long Schneep has let this go on was torture enough, and he had ensured that JJ would be awake for all of this, awake to feel every single cut, every single intrusion, and he was enjoying seeing JJ in agony.
“Our fun is soon coming to an end, sadly…” said Schneep as he surprisingly took his gloves off to reveal clean hands, and reached for a new scalpel. “The next cut that I can make will definitely kill you, but he doesn’t want you to die that way.” Henrik sat on a chair, and rolled it over until he was right on JJ’s face, caressing his forehead softly, but JJ didn’t even look at him. His eyes glazed over and distant, tear streaks down his cheeks and to the side, to the point that the bottom of his head was almost a pool of his tears. As Henrik ran the back of his fingers through JJ’s sweaty forehead, as a father would, his other hand held the scalpel firmly, without any shake to his hand.
“You see,” he said, his accent almost unrecognizable due to the fact that it was switching from sounding like Anti, to his own voice. “I always wanted to touch here,” the finger from the forehead trailed to his throat, where JJ’s Adam’s Apple bobbed up and down in fear. “But before I could do anything, you were ripped right away from my hands by that stupid little hero… well not anymore, now you’re here and I’ve brought you to the brink of death… time to finish, right?” He placed the scalpel to the side of his neck, “any last words? Oh right, you can’t speak.”
And with one swift swipe on the direct veins of the neck, blood spurred out of the cut, causing JJ to die, instantly.
His eyes were left open, staring off into the distance with an expression of pain and sorry. In fact, his whole face was left with a last image of fear and agony.
Who was going to be there for Schneep when he was out of Anti’s control and he was faced with what he had done? No one. Just like JJ in his last moments.
With No Resistance: Fever Dream
UHHHHsuh yall, back at it again with another fic. I’m going to keep this note short, as this is already HELLA LONG. At least, longer than the others I’ve written.
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Summary: Marvin contracts an alliance-shifting poison, only to find it was all a bad dream.
Warnings: Knives, blood, mention of poison.
“All that talk about the power of friendship,” the antagonist murmured, as they circled the protagonist. “And it never even occurred to you that perhaps your enemies might have friends too, did it? How arrogant a thing, you are…”
seriously, NO ONE DOES THIS and it fruSTRAtes me
i just realized something, has anyone wrote a fic from anti’s perspective? bc damn that’s an opportunity to write some real fucked up things
I SUDDENLY WISH I COULD WRITE
DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MANY TIMES I’VE THOUGHT ABOUT DOING THIS
HEY SO THIS IS @flappyrose 'S WRITING SIDEBLOG BUT PLEASE TAG ME???? I WOULD LOVE TO SEE IT OMFG
Writing Prompts
1. “You are such an idiot, I love you SO much.”
2. “It’s the zombie apocalypse! Stop microwaving pizza pops! This is serious!”
3. “I have an axe and some spray paint, today is a good day.”
4. “It’s so cold my hair is turning white! Why do you live in this climate? You should come visit me next time.”
5. “So, now that I’m dead can I go through walls?”
6. “I’m making a pirate ship, do not disturb me.”
7. “Negativity? I don’t know her. Positivity? Love her!”
8. “Can you stop throwing water balloons for a minute? I think I hear someone trying to ambush us.”
9. “Where are you finding all these bobby pins? Where do you keep them all? You had none and now you have fifty.”
10. “Um, who bought all these bottles of ketchup? Isn’t this a little excessive?”
11. “Yeah, well, I have glow sticks.”
12. “I feel like this is going to go very bad, very quickly, but, I also want to see what happens next, so, carry on.”
13. “Point me in the direction you last saw this majestic animal?”
14. “Today I baked some potatoes, you?”
15. “What are you talking about? I’m such a funny person! Wanna hear a pun?”
Let’s talk this out.
Chase backed away slowly, his hands up in defense. “Come on, Sheeple. We can talk this out, right? Just... just put down the gun,” he whispered, his heart thumping hard in his chest.
Henrik glared at his brother, shifting his feet to hide his trembling. His face was contorted into a grimace and his eyes narrowed, starring with Chase with a deadpan expression. “Nice try, demon. Using my brother’s face to lower my guard; a classic.” The doctor cocked the top of his Glock 20 and raised it, aiming for Chase's head.
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(edited it bc my writer friend gave me some pointers!)
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Egotober Day 3 - Deeper into Madness
Okie dokie, so this entry is gonna be a little longer than the other ones I’ve posted so far. The idea I had with this was to make every part a continuation of the previous part, like a little novel! These prompts, yet again, belong to @pixie-mage
Summary: Marvin stays with Seán and Schneep overnight and sees something he probably shouldn’t have.
Warnings: Self-harming, eye horror, and a mention of insanity.
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Egotober Day 1 - The Start Of The Nightmare
Hey nyall, so I really wanted to get on the egotober hypetrain, but since I’m SO out of practice in art, I decided to give writing another try, even though I’m more out of practice with writing as I am with art. BUT WHATEVER. These prompts belong to @pixie-mage
Summary: Seán has a bit of a nightmare.
Warnings: A bit of blood and some scary, yet gentle Anti because that’s a lot scarier.
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Egotober Day 2 - Bump In The Night
Can you guys tell I’m late to Egotober? Because I’m late to Egotober. Oh well, might as well post the days I missed! This one is shorter because I’m sleepy and was on a writer’s block. Yet again, the prompts belong to @pixie-mage .
Summary: Henrik asks Marvin for some help, while Marvin is distracted by a noise in the kitchen.
Warning: Mention of anesthetics and mention of knives.
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Egotober Day 5 - I’m So Sorry
God, I’m so bad at daily things like this. For this one, I had the idea for Jackie, a thing that I do myself to cope with emotional overload. You see, I imagine Jackie was the first to find Seán after the whole fiasco in 2016. Because of that, the poor guy is a little traumatized. After this, he can not handle silence, so he has music playing 24/7, even when he’s sleeping. I don’t know, I just thought it was a neat character quirk. >:] The prompt belongs to @pixie-mage
Summary: Jackie comes home with Marvin and almost immediately goes to sleep.
Warnings: House fire, blood, guns, police, and the implication of someone being shot.
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