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All They Have - Chapter 7

Marble Hornets, Brim, TW: Injury, Language, Mention of medication, Mental illness, DID, Violence, Kidnapping

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26204173/chapters/145139443

Summary: It was all over. Alex was dead and Tim could finally move on. All he wanted was a normal life. If only he could have one...

Chapter under the cut for those who don’t use Ao3

Once Tim entered the kitchen he could see what the clatter earlier was. There were pots and pans all over the floor scattered. Given his condition he couldn’t do a whole lot about it so he just pushed them aside with the crutches.

He looked at the stove seeing the remains of the burnt pancakes that Brian apparently attempted to cook. 

“How do you burn pancakes?” He expressed his confusion quietly to himself as he cleared the stove. 

He moved the pan to the sink and attempted to wash it

He worked on the meal trying to put full focus on cooking but there was something he couldn't shake about that look that Brian gave him. The look in his eyes... How did they change so much when talking about that thing? It was like the Brian he knew was there but locked behind the tragedy of the situation. 

As the water boiled he grabbed a frying pan, throwing in some olive oil, then cracking the eggs into the oil. They began frying immediately. 

Why was Brian keeping him there? Seriously, what was up with this whole thing? If this thing really was pulling the strings, why not just take him? Not like it’d ever given him a choice before. Why now? Not that he really wanted to be taken forcefully by, whatever it was! But he never wanted any of this to happen and it did so…

The eggs were now crisped to perfection. He moved the pan to the side and placed noodles in the now boiling water. He poured in the mixed veggies on top pushing it all under the water. While waiting for them to boil he couldn’t help but let his mind slip yet again. 

Brian acted so differently when it came to that thing. He supposed that’s what it’s influence resulted in. Having been there he understood on some level but this was different than simple paranoia. It was like Brian had completely given up. He just accepted that his life was over and submitted all control. How the hell did the Brian he knew become that husk? 

Brian, a man who never gave up, a man who ten years ago pushed hard for everything. How has a man like that been pushed so far that he isn’t even trying anymore. 

Tim wondered but the noodles were done so he finished the preparation, draining the water, dishing the noodles on Styrofoam plates, and finishing them off with a fried egg each. 

He walked out to the couch and sat down. He placed the other plate on the coffee table “Dinner!” He called and cut into his egg. Brian walked out and grabbed the meal, sitting down to enjoy it. 

He had many questions but as they sat together eating Tim figured they could wait. He just wanted to have this moment.

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Cat boi hoodie 0w0

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All They Have - Chapter 6

Marble Hornets, Brim, TW: Injury, Language, Mention of medication, Mental illness, DID, Violence, Kidnapping

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26204173/chapters/77126819

Summary: It was all over. Alex was dead and Tim could finally move on. All he wanted was a normal life. If only he could have one...

Chapter under the cut for those who don’t use Ao3

Bonding

Tim knew the next while would be rough. Not only because he wouldn't be able to walk, nor because his meds would completely fade from his system. It wasn't even because he was being held captive by a monster. No. He knew because, he was stuck for who knew how long with Brian fucking Thomas.

The bed was uncomfortable, the food was crumby, and he couldn't move. Overall it was the most comfortable he’d been in years. There may have been better times but at this point he didn't care. Might as well see this situation as the best it'll get. After all he wasn't running through the woods on his broken leg. No matter what Alex was still… He sighed.

“That won't change. That won't change. That won't change.” He repeated softly again and again like a mantra. His eyes scanned the ceiling for any new stimulus as he mumbled. Finally he sighed, nothing. It was the same as it had been for the last month. Beige grey, popcorn kernels staring down at him, riveting.

He knew he had plenty of time to think but that was the last thing he wanted to do. So he spent his days counting the protruding dots. Brian occasionally came in to give him food or an ice pack but he wasn't around much. Seen more often was Hoodie and the more he saw the less Tim wanted to see. Brian was already annoying but that thing was something else. Something that made his stomach twist. Combining the two was the worst of both worlds. As if on cue the door creaked to open. Tim held his breath as he could never be sure who’d walk through that door. It pushed open and in came an annoying but at least not hostile face.

“Morning sleeping beauty.” Yup definitely Brian.

Tim would’ve rolled his eyes but at this point he thought they might freeze that way. So instead he ignored the comment entirely. Opting to stare at the ceiling and begin counting again. One, two, thre-

“Hey! Tim ya in there?” Brain made a knocking motion at the man’s head. Tim repressed the urge to grumble and kept going. Three, four, five, si-

“Oh I see. Well if there’s no Tim I guess you won’t be needing this." Tim looked through the corner of his eye, Brian held up a peanut butter and jelly sandwich… Again. As much as he hated them Tim was hungry and begrudgingly sat up and looked at Brian.

“Tim?”

“No it’s colonel fucking Sanders.”

“Oh i guess you’d prefer chicken then.” Brian chuckled lightly as Tim glared. He came closer with the plate sitting on the bed beside Tim's legs. He extended the plate to a very indifferent Tim who took it.

Tim stared blankly at the plate before looking back up at Brian. “Again?”

“What?” Brain responded indignantly. “PB & J is a classic.”

“Not when it's all you've eaten for the last month.”

Brian shrugged and said, “Well it’s all we have so you’ll just have to live with it.” Tim's eyes rolled despite his best efforts. “No, it’s all you know how to cook.” Brian crossed his arms defensively.

“No!” He whined. “How would you know anyway? You haven't been anywhere but this room for weeks.” Tim gave Brian a knowing look.

“Who did all the cooking in college?” That made Brian pause turning slightly red.

Tim despite himself chuckled, the most smiling he’d done in a long time as a flustered Brian left closing the door hard behind him. As unhappy as Tim was with his food the smile didn’t leave his face.

 The next day, Tim awoke to a loud crash. Jumping he looked over to the door. What the fuck? He sat in silence for a moment before the door unexpectedly burst open. Brian stood slightly ragged covered in white powder and tan splotches.

“What did you do?”

“Nothing, just some stuff fell.”

“Stuff fell?” Tim narrowed his eyes.

“Yes.” Even Brian seemed unconvinced of his lie.  

Tim rolled his eyes. Moving his leg off the bed he carefully sat up..

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Getting up.” Brian's brow furrowed.

“How? If ya forgot uh.” He gestured at Tim's leg.

“Yeah, hadn’t noticed” Tim quipped sarcastically. “I have crutches in the closet.” He pointed to a door in the hall. Brian walked over.

“And why should I get them?” Tim glared at Brian.

“What am I gonna do? Run away? Besides we both know you can't cook for shit and I’d rather not have you burn down my house trying.” Brian thought for a moment before huffing and walking over to the closet.

“I guess.” He grumbled

“There’s also a first aid kit in the bathroom.” Tim called.

“Why do you have crutches anyways?” Tim shrugged looking through the contents.

“You never know.” He pulled out some gauze and alcohol. Gently he raised his shirt to reveal the bruise on his side. There were still a couple of open cuts. Brian looked at the wound.

“Jeeze that car crash did you bad, huh?” Tim didn’t break his concentration treating the wound.

“No, actually this was you. Kick in the side remember?” Tim's voice was cold and tempered making Brian look a bit uneasy. He did not answer.

Tim continued cleaning the wound and then wrapping his torso in gauze to set the bones for healing. “Just sad it didn’t puncture a lung.” Tim's tone was serious. Brain squirmed uncomfortably. He put his shirt back down gently.

Moving on to his leg Tim took out a leg brace wrapping it tight around his bad leg. He then grabbed his work boots securing one on carefully over the wrapping. He tied them tight and grabbed the box. He reached into it for one last thing, a white pill bottle. Brian's eyes widened and he pounced forward grabbing the pills away and inspecting them. Tim flinched back as the pills were ripped away.

“What are these?” Brian asked urgently. Tim looked at him with confusion and annoyance.

“It’s just Tylenol. What the fuck man?” Tim's confusion was met with a serious look from Brian who opened the bottle taking out the contents to see an orange cylindrical tik tak looking pill. He scrutinized it but eventually pulled four out and gave them to Tim. Tim snatched them away and quickly swallowed them as if Brian might change his mind at any moment. He then glared at Brian for a moment before grabbing the crutches and getting up. “Why won't you give me my meds anyways?” Brian sucked in a breath a bit startled. Then in a serious voice he explained.

“It doesn’t want you to have them.” Tim just stared for a moment. They seemed to stand like that for a while, two old friends staring at the strangers the other had become, on different paths. As much as he wished he was, this wasn’t the Brian he knew. This Brian wasn’t his. He belonged to something else…

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My Tim cosplay from Halloween 🎃

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Quick update on All They Have. Chapters 6, 7, 8, and 9 are in the works right now. Chapter 8 might take a bit but the next chapter should be up soonish

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I’m bored and need ideas to draw gimme ideas plz🙃 (mh, emh, oc, creepypasta, whatever)

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Latest Tim cosplay

Also glam version

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remember how i haven’t updated my slenderverse one-shots book in forever? haha that’s pretty funny isn’t it

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I want Alex Kralie staring judgingly at me while I sleep

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All They Have - Chapter 5

Marble Hornets, Brim, TW: Injury, Language, Mention of gun, Mental illness, DID, Violence, Kidnapping

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26204173/chapters/64858843#workskin

Summary: It was all over. Alex was dead and Tim could finally move on. All he wanted was a normal life. If only he could have one...

Chapter under the cut for those who don’t use Ao3

Familiarity

Tim was almost relaxed as he lay in bed. He was captured again, but honestly did he even expect a move like that to work? He admittedly didn’t expect a gun to his head, but it could have gone worse. As he lied, listening for footsteps and debating his options, the severity of his situation sunk in. He was bound to the bed, being held by that thing’s little minion, who was armed with his gun. He couldn’t even call work or take his meds.

Since he was alone he figured it was somewhat safe and began struggling against his binds. His arms were bound, as well as his legs this time. He was clearly bound with rope as it burned against his skin. It was tight. He barely had feeling in his hands and feet. Hoodie wasn’t making the same mistake he did before. In fact he seemed to have overcorrected. Tim’s hands and feet were partially numb from the tightness of the rope. He struggled for as long as he could before the pain was too much and he had to stop.

“Fuck!” He breathed. His right leg burned with a rage only matched by his own. His eyes instantly filled with tears, which was annoying as he couldn’t wipe them away. So they remained. He couldn’t help but think back to that night. The buzzing, the crash, the… voice. That voice, so clear. Clearer than it had ever been before. Like another person in his head, not the same as the usual voices. It wasn’t muffled or whispered. It was so crystal clear even above the static, even above his own thoughts. Was that the man in the mask? The man who was him but just wasn’t?

He bet Hoodie would probably know but he didn’t seem keen on conversation. He held this air of intimidation. It was similar to how Brian could be but not the same. Brian was chatty, not whatever that silent treatment was. He was a hot head too. Brian lashed out in rage, not just stared at people like that. That thing was so off. He couldn’t wrap his head around it; It was just off. However, it wasn’t clear why. Not only was this Hoodie thing not Brian, but also it was clearly in line with that thing. Still it was strange.

His thoughts were interrupted when the door opened again. It was fast and someone entered looking around frantically. Tim stared silently for a moment.

“Hoodie?” He finally asked.

The figure turned towards Tim and silently put a hand to his mask pulling it off . Brian gave Tim a strange look. Tim put his head back and sighed in relief. “Brian.” He breathed.

Brian stood in the doorway looking confused at Tim. “Where am I?”

Tim answered without opening his eyes. “My place, unfortunately.” He side eyed Brian and his heart jumped for a moment when Brian pulled out a knife. However, it wasn’t long before Brian was freeing him from his constraints, to Tim's relief and minor pain when it came to his leg.

“How’d I get here?” Brian’s voice was hoarse and bags fell under his eyes. He was clearly exhausted.

“How am I supposed to know? Last thing I remember I was driving and…” Tim went quiet.

“Yeah.” Brian nodded looking behind himself. Tim attempted to sit up and hissed at the pain in his leg.

“What’s with the leg?”

“I think I broke it.”

“Probably.” Brian shrugged.

“How’d that even happen?”

“I’ll bet tryna run me off the road had something to do with it.”  

“That was you?” Tim exclaimed in surprise. He then had a realization. “Wait, so you remember what happened?”

“Sorta.” Brian gestured side to side with his hand.

“What do you mean sort of?”

“I mean, I remember driving for a job. I remember it was raining pretty hard. I remember some idiot coming at me and the horn honking. Beyond that I don’t have a clue.” Tim finally fully sat up and looked seriously at Brian.

“What day is it?”

“February 24th.” Tim sat in silence for a moment.

“How long were we out?”

“I don’t know like two months.” Tim jumped and ended up biting his lip in pain. “Relax, relax I’m messing with you it’s December 6th. It's been like a few days.” Tim glared at Brian for a minute. Brian for the first time in a long time smiled at him. He continued glaring before punching the man's arm.

“Hey! What was that for?” Brian laughed and Tim just continued glaring. Eventually he turned his attention towards his phone on the nightstand.

“Shit! I need to get to work!”

“With a broken leg?”

“Fuck.” Tim closed his eyes. He hadn’t thought of that. “Well I should at least call in and see if I can get in to see my therapist.” Brian took the phone before he could grab it. Tim tried to lunge for it but was stopped by his throbbing leg. “Give it here! What the hell?” Brian pocketed the electronic in his hoodie.

“Sorry, I’m here on orders.” Tim eyed him up and down.

“Are those ‘orders’ the reason you stole my gun too?”

“What, this?” Brian held up his gun mockingly. “No, I just took this to be cautious.”  Tim growled and tried lunging forward again. His body burned and even worse Brian just pulled away. “Do you honestly think I can trust you with this thing?”

“Do you honestly think I can trust you?” Tim glared at him. Brian chuckled and swung the gun around a little.

“Well the difference there is you don’t have a choice.” His jovial tone made Tim die a little inside.

“And why’s that?” He retorted.

“Other than the broken leg?”

“Yeah.” Tim was not amused.

“Really?” Brian looked plainly at him raising an eyebrow.

Tim rolled his eyes. “Ok better question, how long are you going to be here?”

Brian shrugged. “Not sure but I’ve got a feeling it won’t be much longer.”

Tim cocked an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Brian didn’t answer. He just glanced knowly before leaving the room.

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Brian is Fine Chapter 2

TW: PTSD, Panic Attacks, Self Harm, Suicidal Thoughts

Ao3 Link if anyone wants it: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26498161/chapters/66151456#workskin

Summary: Brian, Jay, & Tim are hiding out. They seem to have somehow survived but if they're alive Alex must be too. Jay and Tim are worried about their boyfriend but Brian says doing fine. He's lying.

“Brian?”

“Huh?” His head rose from the pillow a bit. His vision was fuzzy just a moment before it cleared to reveal a face he always loved to see. “Morning Tim Tam.” He stretched as he said his silly greeting that he knew made his boyfriend smile. Tim did just that, looking happily annoyed he rolled his eyes and sat on the bed next to Brian. He held out a hand to the man and Brian reached forward to find in his hand a warm mug.

“It’s nine Bri, time to get up. Here’s some coffee.” Brian nodded gulping back the hot liquid without much thought to the burning in his throat.

“Why?” He groaned now noticing the pain in his back.

“Because Jay’s set on investigating today and I want to get home before dark this time.” Brain nodded to the side as Tim had a point.

The last thing he wanted was Jay going off on his own and getting himself hurt, stalked, or held at gunpoint… again.

“Alright, give me a bit.” Brian yawned as he stretched. Tim nodded and left the room.

“Meet you in the living room in ten.” He called as he left the room. The door closed behind him and Brian yawned. It was too fucking early. The natural night owl downed his coffee in a few gulps not minding the way it burned the back of his throat. He stretched and threw his legs over the side of the bed. He found the strength to get up through sheer willpower but, toppled a little as he did so.

He got dressed, throwing on his hoodie for good measure. Tim had left it on the chair for him so he knew it must be cold today. He made his way to the bathroom and brushed his teeth. Then he noticed the razor on the corner of the sink… You want to die. You should have? Why are you alive? He shook his head a little, picking up the small tool. Looking in the mirror he noted a prominent amount of growth in his beard. It was becoming unruly and needed a trim. Using the shaving cream on the counter he lathered the area. With a breath he took the razor and began sliding it down his face.

Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! You want to die! You need to die! Die! Die! Die! Die! He flinched and blood dripped onto the porcelain sink as he nicked his cheek. His hands shook. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no…

“Brian?” Brian’s eyes flew open. He realized he was curled up in the fetal position. Wait, when did he back into the wall? When did he slide down to the floor? Images of the mask flashed through his mind and for a moment all he could hear was the shot. No! Tears pricked in the corners of his eyes. Then he heard the door begin to open. He leapt up and was standing over the sink by the time he could be seen. Tim walked in with a look of concern on his face. “We’re heading out in five. You ready?” He looked at Brian as he stared back like a deer in headlights. They stared at each other for a moment before Brian spoke.

“Um, yeah! I just cut myself shaving… Be out in a bit!”

Tim still looked concerned but if he had any worry he chose not to voice it. “Alright just be out soon. Jay’s getting antsy.”

Brian nodded and watched with a forced smile as the door closed. He was once again left alone with only his thoughts and a razor...

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Been debating making some new oc’s based on some nightmares I had recently. Idk maybe

One of them had an axe who’s handle was covered in anime prints

and the other has a pickaxe and lots of ✨trauma✨

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Two pieces I commissioned from @stars-and-candybars

Their art is sooooooo good! My bbs X3

Their commissions are still open btw! Go over and get something cool or just show them some luv :>

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Hey so I’m doing fictober but can't find a prompt list I like. I plan to use random prompts but If anyone has Oneshot requests I’m down. I’m open to any slenderverse or creepypasta basically MH, EMH, MLA0, or any mainstay creepypastas. Just not TT please.

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Meet my new baby Mar She is an edgelord and I love her