Feb 15, 2020
A little valentines short fic I wrote last night :3
GIVE 👏 ME 👏 MORE 👏 PLATONIC 👏 “I love you”s 👏 BETWEEN 👏 BROTHERS 👏
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A little valentines short fic I wrote last night :3
GIVE 👏 ME 👏 MORE 👏 PLATONIC 👏 “I love you”s 👏 BETWEEN 👏 BROTHERS 👏
Day Off
I wanted to draw a little something for Schneep Week and figured why not draw some soft Branded Boys! for once there's not a ton of angst ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
New Stories coming soon-ish! And maybe something for Jackie’s birthday tomorrow too ‘,:3c
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Father’s Rage
ooooh boy someone made Chase angry :D
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Breath With Me
Another quick Branded piece, this time with little Jamie and Chase!
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Growth [Branded AU]
Backstory time!!
“-- -- -- -- --” signifies a flashback
Chase sat on the stool behind the register, staring absentmindedly around the small shop. The early morning glow shed through the windows up front as Jamie tinkered on a client’s desk clock. Said client watched with fascination, trying to learn how Jamie did his work so fast. Chase smiled fondly. As Jamie finished, he handed the clock to the client and directed him to the register. Chase rung up the total for the repairs and the young man paid before waving goodbye to Jamie.
“Thank you, Mr. Jackson!”
The smile on Jamie’s face made Chase think about how he was so proud of how much Jamie had grown since they met. The two of them had been friends since Jamie transferred to his school after the incident.
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Chase sat in the back of the classroom by the door, as he always did. It was the fasted way to get out after class. He groaned inwardly again as the teacher rambled on about geometry. He tapped his pencil on his notebook, adding to the collection of dots that littered his pages. There was a knock on the door behind him and he sat up quickly, turning around as one of the other teachers popped their head in. He motioned for the teacher to come to talk to him, which Chase was grateful for. The door closed and he looked at the clock. Only another few hours, then he could finally go home and play games the whole weekend. He laid his head down on his notebook and groaned again, only to shoot up as the door opened. He didn’t like math, but he didn’t want the teacher to think he wasn’t paying attention. He fiddled with his pencil as the teacher walked back in, this time with an added set of footsteps behind her. He glanced up as they passed his desk, and saw that there was a little boy following close behind her. Chase’s classmates began whispering about the boy to each other. When they got to the front of the classroom, the teacher went through the routine of introducing a new student. Name, age, etc. That didn’t interest Chase. What did interest him was how similar they looked. It was uncanny. The only difference was that the new boy had an eyepatch on his right eye. When the teacher made him stop hiding behind her, Chase saw that he had a prosthetic right arm too.
“Now. Play nice with Jameson.” There were some giggles from the group of well-known bullies, and Chase felt a strange feeling overtake him. He watched as the silent boy got directed to his desk, the one between Chase and two of the bullies, and raised his hand.
“Um, he can have my seat.” The teacher looked at him, surprised at first. She glanced at the other boys behind her before a look of understanding crossed her face.
“That works, Chase. Jameson, you may have his seat.” Jameson looked between the two of them in confusion but took Chase’s old seat after he moved all his old stuff over to the new desk. Throughout the rest of the class, Chase did his best to ignore the grumbles of the bullies and the glances from Jameson. He felt like he was being studied from both angles, one gaze with the intent to hurt, one with the intent to learn.
The next few hours passed painfully slow, but as soon as the school bell rung, Chase slipped his notebook into his backpack and went to the front of the school, where the other students were beginning to congregate. Chase blinked the sun out of his eyes before he pulled his hat out of his backpack and onto his brown hair. He glanced over the sea of families, looking for his own. He sighed when he didn’t see them and walked to his usual waiting spot by the side of the school.
“Not even going to fight back?”
Chase stopped.
“Ha! He’s a little wimp!”
Chase peeked around the corner of the building to see the bullies before they pushed Jameson against the wall. A small squeak escaped the boy’s mouth as his head hit the brick. The feeling in Chase’s chest flared up again, twice as strong as before.
“HEY!” He turned the corner and yelled, leaving his backpack behind.
“Oh, will you look at that!” The first bully grinned.
“Chase Brody is back to ruin our fun.” The second bully walked closer to Chase.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Chase balled his fists, glaring.
“What? We’re just teaching the mute a lesson.” The third bully grabbed Jameson by the shirt and lifted him off the ground. Chase noticed the look of panic in Jameson’s face as his one visible eye looked at him, pleading.
“Let. Him. Go.” Chase growled. The bullies laughed.
“Brody is trying to be scary!” Chase dashed past the second bully and kicked the third bully on the back of his knee. The bully yelped as he dropped Jameson and dropped to his knees. Chase had a small smile of victory before a fist came at his face. Chase fell to the ground and he could already feel his right eye swelling up. The laughter started up again behind him before the patter of footsteps came close. Jameson knelt down beside Chase, who was attempting to sit up. Chase looked up at him and saw that tears were beginning to fall down his cheek and he was whispering “I’m so sorry.” over and over again. Chase held his shaking hands and tried to smile past the pain.
“It’s okay. I’ll be fine.”
“Ooooohh! Brody is acting all tough!” The bullies walked over to the two boys and Chase scooted in front of Jameson, fully prepared to protect him with his body if he needed to again.
“Why do you even do this, Brody? That mute is nothing to you. A nobody. A freak-”
“OI!” Chase grinned as a booming voice interrupted the bullies. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY SON?!?”
The bullies froze, a look of terror on their faces as they looked over to see Mr. and Mrs. Brody, along with the teacher, principal, and two other people Chase didn’t recognize. The bullied backed away instantly as Mr. Brody stomped over, his wife close behind to hold him back if he tried to punch any of the children. The teacher, a small girl, and Principal followed behind. The teacher thanked the small girl before turning back to the boys. As Chase watched in awe as the adults schooled the bullies, he heard a sharp intake of breath behind him. He turned around to see Jameson shaking and breathing rapidly, holding his limbs close. The grin quickly faded from Chase’s face, replaced with worry.
“Hey, you okay?” Chase turned around and placed his hand on Jameson’s shoulder. The smaller boy jumped and looked up at Chase in fear. His breathing speed up and Chase removed his hand. “Hey hey hey hey! You’re okay! You’re safe!” He stammered, trying to figure out what to do.
“Hey… Jamie. Breath with me.” Chase took Jamie’s hand and gently placed it on his own chest. He breathed deeply. “Breath in. …. Breath out. …. Breath in. …. Breath out.” He repeated saying this, with the occasional “You’re safe.” in between. After a little bit, Jameson followed lead, breaths still rapid at first, but after a while, they grew longer. He let out a shaky breath and closed his eyes, letting the rising and falling motion of Chase’s chest guide him. When he opened his eyes again, Chase was smiling at him, the bullies nowhere in sight.
“Chase? Are you alright honey?” Chase looked back to see his mother walking over with another lady. “Oh goodness, your eye!” She gasped and knelt next to him. After fussing over Chase for a moment, she turned to look at Jameson.
“Are you Jameson?” After Jameson gave a short nod, she smiled kindly. “Your caretaker told me a little about you, it’s nice to meet you. You aren’t hurt too badly, are you?” Jameson tried to shake his head and winced, bringing his hand to the back of his head.
“They pushed him against the wall.” Chase explained. Mrs. Brody moved behind him and began to look through his hair.
“Mrs. Brody, Jameson doesn’t like to be touched-” The other lady began, cutting herself off when she glanced down at Chase, who was still holding Jameson’s hands gently in his, rubbing small circles into his palm. “Usually, anyways.” She mumbled.
“There is a little bit of blood-” Jameson’s body locked up again at the word and Chase held his hands harder. “But nothing is broken or split. He should be fine once this gets cleaned up.”
“See? It’s nothing bad. You’re going to be okay.” Chase said softly. Jameson watched his smile before his body relaxed again. Mrs. Brody helped the two boys stand up again and introduced Chase to the other lady.
“This is Ms. Klemont. She runs the orphanage at the end of our street, and is Jameson’s current guardian.” Chase’s eyes widened a little and he looked over at Jameson, who looked away. He gave a little squeeze to Jameson’s hand and smiled.
“We live pretty close! Maybe I could go visit him, ma?” Mrs. Brody blinked in surprise. Chase never wanted to see one of his classmates out of school before. She looked at Ms. Klemont.
“We should talk about it a bit first, but I’m sure you two will be able to hang out soon.” Chase grinned in excitement and looked back at Jameson, who had a small smile on his face too. Chase began listing off all the things they could do together and Mrs. Brody looked at Ms. Klemnot, who looked a little shocked.
“What is it?”
“I… that was the first time I’ve ever seen Jameson smile since he arrived.”
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Chase got startled out of his memories by a sharp poke on his back. He looked over to see Jamie looking over at him, a small smirk on his face.
“Oh hey, um….” Chase looked around, remember where he was. Jamie made a laughing motion and Chase looked back at him. “Sorry about that, how long was I spacing out?”
“About 10 minutes.” Jamie signed. “I tried to get your attention, and apparently jabbing you in the back is the way to do it.” Jamie held up a little screwdriver and poked Chase in the arm again.
“Hey! I’m already back! Quit poking me!” Chase laughed, playfully swatting the screwdriver away as Jamie kept poking him.
A sudden sound made the two men go silent and Chase looked up at the ceiling, Jamie’s hand going under the desk.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
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You wake up in a dark room, the cold stone floor pressing against your face. As you push yourself up and look around, you notice that you are not alone. There are so many other people like you, but also not like you. A hundred, no maybe more. You cannot speak to each other, only look in bewilderment. The dark room seems small, but somehow it has managed to fit all of you in here. You only notice the screen on the wall when it turns on, electricity buzzing through the air. Many of you wince as the bright light fills the room. You hear a giggle.
“I see you are all awake, very good.” You see a masked figure with red-tipped hair on the screen. He laughs at some of your confused faces. “Are you enjoying yourselves? Are you enjoying my story?” He steps to the side to reveal many figures.
A few of you try to cry out as you recognize your favorite ego tied up in red strings, blank faces staring in your general direction. The voice from before comes back from the side of the screen as the masked figure walks behind each of the other men. He hums as he walks.
“Which one, which one…” He pauses just before Jamie with what you can only assume is a grin on his face before turning back to the screen you all are watching. “Hey, anyone want to volunteer one of them? If he dies, the rest can go free! How’s that for a deal?”
You all look at each other scared and worried, but none of you say anything. You couldn’t even if you wanted to.
“Oh well, too bad then. You’ll just have to watch them all suffer then.” He laughs again before getting cut off as a string forms around his neck.
“Now now, puppet.” You recognize that voice, all too well. “Don’t get too overzealous. I can’t have you killing them all before the plan takes place, that’d be no fun!” The glitch himself walks into your vision, green and red-tipped hair glowing faintly. Many of you frown, many of you smile out of habit. He notices it all from underneath his mask. “You know, I must thank you all. If you had just let this die like so many of this creator’s other aus have in their head, we would not be where we are now. But you watched, you listened, you asked questions. You are the reason we are here now, a year in the making of this… branded universe. Oh, but you don’t need to worry, we’re not going anywhere. You see…
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