Anti's isolated himself from the other egos all day. He's not surprised that nobody has come to check on him. There's a window beside his bed, which he sits in front of currently, staring outside while tears quietly roll down his face.
Dark's attention is brought back to the meeting when Wilford speaks. He grits his teeth in pain, trying to recall what was being talked about. It's no use, however.
"I... We'll talk about this at the next meeting. For now I have something to attend to. Meeting adjourned." Dark stands abruptly, trying not to fall to the floor with the pain. He rushes out of the meeting room and to his room, not giving the egos enough time to ask questions. He can't deal with their shit right now.
As soon as Dark gets to his room, he closes the door and collapses onto his bed. Usually he's able to block out the pain that this body causes him, but today is one of those days where he couldn't. On these sorts of days, the pain is nearly unbearable. Every movement causes Dark agony.
Of course, he can't let the egos in on this. He would die before he let them know how weak he can be. Besides, it'll pass in a few hours. Surely he can survive that long, and the egos know not to bug him unless it's an emergency.
Dark cries out as a wave of pain shoots up his spine. Fuck.
"Dark?" A worried voice calls from the other side of his door. Wilford. "Darky, are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Dark grunts. He tries to make his voice sound like its normal, powerful self, but it comes out strangled as he tries to suppress his pain.
"You don't sound very fine," Wilford says.
"Well I am. Just-" Dark pauses as another wave of pain hits him. "Just leave me alone."
"Darky I'm coming in-" Wilford says, opening the door.
"No!" Dark yells, sitting up quickly. He gasps and his face contorts in pain, causing him to fall back onto the bed. Wilford rushes over to the bed.
"Dark? Darky what's wrong? What happened?"
"Nothing," Dark growls, pressing his eyes shut. "Now leave."
"It's obviously not nothing." Wilford lays his hand across Dark's forehead, checking for a fever. As expected, he finds none, although the warmth of his hand does feel good against Dark's cold, aching skin...
"Stop that," Dark protests. Wilford ignores him and continues to check Dark for wounds or signs of sickness. Dark tries to swat his hand away, but the action ends up hurting him more than helping him and he winces.
"I'll leave once you tell me what's wrong," Wilford says, crossing his arms. Damn him for being stubborn.
"I told you I'm fine," Dark growls. "This happens all the time, it's completely normal. It's just this useless, broken body..."
Dark trails off and both of the egos are silent for a moment, thinking about what happened all those years ago in the manor.
"I'm sorry you have to go through that Darky," Wilford says, his voice racked with guilt. "Do you.... Is there anything I can do to help?" Dark softens a little bit.
"You're... quite warm, and... that helps. It soothes the pain a little," Dark tells him. Wilford perks up at the chance to help and lays himself on the bed next to Dark. "Hey, I-" Dark starts to protest, but cuts himself off when Wilford wraps his arms around him, enveloping him in warmth. Dark leans into the touch and sighs, burying his face into Wilford's chest.
"Is that better, Darky?" Wilford asks. Dark grunts out an affirmation, feeling the pain dissipate some.
"If you tell the others about this, I will kill you," Dark mutters, putting as much menace into his voice as he can at the moment.
Mayhaps you can share some good fics? Some of your favorites maybe? 👀
Oh god I have so many! It depends on your fandom really!
For Mark and Jack ego works I’d suggest checking out @poem-is-dead and @asreoniplier as well as @henrik-von-schneeplestein, @lace-maze, @lostcybertronian, @lilyenderborn. They all have tumblr and I *think* AO3. These are my current core although there are several others as well. This is a good (excellent) start.
For Sanders Sides I read @smuttysanderssidestwopointoh (nsfw), @impatentpending (sfw maybe some mild nsfw?), @coconut-cluster (sfw), @take-my-crookedwheel (sfw), @stillebesat (sfw) and @spacegayparty (sfw and maybe some nsfw?)
Day 1 ~ SFW, Platonic Harold B. Darrensworth and Antisepticeye. Do not, under ANY circumstances, try and repress Anti's creative whimsy...otherwise you may end up seeing just how creatively evil he can be with you. Ticklish Harold.
Day 2 ~ SFW, Romantic Bim Trimmer and Shawn Flynn. Shawn's nervous about a potential topper he's made for the household's Christmas tree, but Bim convinces him that his creation is nothing but perfection. Ticklish Shawn.
Day 3 ~ SFW, Romantic Google Blue and Blankgameplays. After being a general cheeky menace and embarrassing him in the supermarket, Google decides to punish his cheeky boyfriend when they get back into the car....in a unique tickly fashion. Ticklish Blank.
Day 4 ~ SFW, Platonic Robbie the Zombie and Jackie-Boy Man. No matter who you are, even if you're one of the strongest superheroes on the planet...you should never get between a zombie and his advent calendar chocolates. Ticklish Jackie.
Day 5 ~ SFW, Romantic Yandere and Silver Shepherd. After an exchanging of festive pyjamas, Silver decides to make a cheeky joke....which Yandere makes him regret. A lot. Ticklish Silver.
Day 6 ~ SFW, Platonic Abe the Detective and Host. After it transpires that the Host was cheating at their board game, Abe decides to dole out some tickly justice. Ticklish Host.
Day 7 ~ SFW, Platonic Ed Edgar and Google Red. Don't expose a bare tickle spot in front of a curious android....unless you want it to be tickled that is. Ticklish Ed.
Day 8 ~ SFW, Platonic Oliver and Goopiplier. When you're trying to make someone the perfect gift, stress can be incurred, but there will always be someone there to help when you need it most. Especially a sunshiney android. Ticklish Goop.
Day 9 ~ SFW, Platonic/Romantic Google Green and Eric. Eric is determined to find out who his Secret Santa is, and he has some pretty good interrogation methods. Ticklish Google Green.
Day 10 ~ SFW, Platonic Dr Iplier and Kinkiplier. You'd think a kinky guy would know how to not accidentally tie himself up with ribbons whilst trying to wrap Christmas presents....but he does anyway; never fear though, Dr Iplier is always more than happy to help....after a little fun of course. Ticklish Kink.
Day 11 ~ SFW, Platonic into Romantic Mad Mike and Benjamin the Butler. After a small conflict over food, a heart to heart about the past, and tickles galore....love blossoms. Ticklish Benjamin.
Day 12 ~ SFW, Demon Hunting Jim Brothers. Without a doubt, the spoopy Jims have the cutest, most amazing festive tickle game in the history of tickle games. Ticklish Night Vision Camera Jim.
Day 13 ~ SFW, Platonic Reporter Jim and Marvin. Jim's looking for a scoop and is convinced Marvin has the information he needs....and he resorts to drastic measures to get the intel he desires. Ticklish Marvin.
Day 14 ~ SFW, Platonic Bing and Mini Bing. Mini Bing uses the powers of music, dancing, and tickling to cheer up his taller, musclier counterpart....and it works a treat. Ticklish Bing.
Day 15 ~ SFW, Platonic Camera Jim and Dr Schneeplestein. Jim films the good doctor singing because he thinks it's beautiful.....but Schneeple gets rather embarrassed when Jim suggests showing everyone else, and tries to persuade Jim otherwise. Ticklish Camera Jim.
Day 16 ~ SFW, Romantic Angelicsepticeye (Angie) and Angelo. Angie convinces his boyfriend to make a snow angel, in the most lovingly evil way possible. Ticklish Angelo.
Day 17 ~ SFW, Platonic Angus and King of the Squirrels. Angus goes looking for the monarch because he's curious about him....and get's a lot more than he bargained for. Ticklish Angus.
Day 18 ~ SFW, Platonic Author and Luca Schneeplestein (Dr Schneeplestein's son, note that the first name is made up by me and is not canon). The Author isn't really one for people....but when a tiny one bumps into his legs and wants to play, his hard heart very slightly starts to soften. Ticklish Luca.
Day 19 ~ SFW, Familial Chase Brody and Isaac Brody (Chase's son, note that the first name is made up by me and is not canon). Chase and his son have the loving bonding time that they deserve. Ticklish Isaac.
Day 20 ~ SFW, Familial Natemare and Marceline Brody (Chase's daughter, note that the first name is made up by me and is not canon). Children are more intuitive than people think, so when Marceline sees Mare looking awkward and nervous, she helps cheer him up. Ticklish Natemare.
Day 21 ~ SFW, Familial Madpat and Sofia Schneeplestein (Dr Schneeplestein's daughter, note that the first name is made up by me and is not canon). Madpat ends up getting quite the tickly check-up from the new doc on the block. Ticklish Madpat.
Day 22 ~ SFW, Platonic FNAF Night Guard and Y/N (Yanan/The District Attorney). I wonder if you guys can guess a good method to help with social anxiety? Ticklish Yanan.
Day 23 ~ SFW, Romantic Darkiplier (Damien body) and Wilford. Wilford is taking on the mantle of Santa, but when he tries to playfully put Dark on the naughty list....Dark gives him quite he punishment. Ticklish Wilford.
Day 24 ~ SFW, Platonic/Romantic Celine and Jamie. What happens when two stubborn, organised, loving people find themselves trying to convince the other to go to sleep? I think you can guess. Ticklish Jamie and Celine.
Day 25 ~ SFW, Familial, Platonic, Romantic and everything in between, with everyone. This is a conclusion, an epilogue, one last look at the whole group together....on Christmas Day.
Happy holidays, thank you all for supporting me and my writing for another year. This, and all of you, means everything to me xxx
Bing was only vaguely aware of a few things; one, that everything felt far too fuzzy. Two, that there was an intense pain in their chest. Three, that their entire body felt far, far too hot. And, four, that they was being dragged.. somewhere.
Where, would be one of the many other things they weren’t aware of.
Then they became vaguely aware of somebody - Oliver? - talking frantically when - Bing assumed - they were brought into the lab.
And then they were aware of being laid down on a table, and what they thought to be an apology, before they felt something being pressed on their neck, and everything simply went black.
—
All Oliver could do was grimace when he opened Bing’s service hatch.
All the parts that weren’t too big were outright outdated, and the ones that weren’t outdated were attached wrong — some even looked fucking rusted, and some looked to be more than one — God forbid all — of those.
He leans on the table for a moment, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath before he lifts his gaze to look at his siblings; giving each an order before he grabs a few tools from the drawer next to him and lays them down, slowly getting to work removing the parts.
God, if he ever saw the sorry fucks that made this poor thing..
—
Eventually, Bing slowly began to power on; their fans kicking on quietly - drawing a small pause from them; they weren’t sure their fans had ever worked that well before.. - before everything else.
“You saw the parts they had..!”
Their vision was the last to power on, but they clearly heard Oliver yelling — and very quickly felt a pit form in their stomach when they realized why their fans were working better.
Oliver had opened their service hatch, and replaced their fans — and now that they thought about it, who knows what else — which means that he saw how horrible their parts actually were.
They were just.. just..
“Just broken..”
They didn’t even realize they’d said anything until they heard a small gasp from Oliver. They pushed themself to lean up on their elbows, looking over to see the older android simply watching them; an obviously-sad expression on his face before he darts over to them.
“No, no, no.. y-you’re not broken,” he says quickly, leaning down a bit to cup Bing’s face in his hands.
They were pretty sure their heart broke at the expression on his face.
“I.. I am though..” They say softly, their voice shaking a bit as they spoke. “I’m broken. Y-You were just telling Ali—“
They started to speak, getting cut off in a squeak when Oliver presses his lips against theirs.
When he pulls back again, they just break into a small laugh as they look down. Oliver, on the other hand, just rubs their cheeks gently - a small laugh of his own coming out when he felt the heating plates in the synthetic skin start to heat up, tinting their face a light orange.
“I was telling Aline because I can’t believe you were fitted with parts that.. wrong,” he says softly, shaking his head as he smiles down at them. “No wonder you need repairs so much, half of those parts were rusted over..”
Bing went quiet for a few moments at that, laughing shakily. “..Yeah. They didn’t care, dude,” they say quietly, starting to tap their fingers against the table. “They just.. they just wanted me out.. as soon as they could get me. So.. so I could.. y’know, compete with you guys..”
Now it was Oliver’s turn to get a pit in his stomach, his blood running cold. He.. hadn’t known that. Was.. was Bing really just made to be a competitor?
He’d certainly said it in the past as an insult— though that was at least a year ago now, but he never really thought it was true.
“..Ollie?”
Bing’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts, the tone in their voice obviously worried.
“You.. are you okay..?” They ask softly, starting to lean closer to him..
and letting out a squeak of surprise when Oliver hugs them tightly.
“I’m fine, Bing,” he says quietly, shaking his head as he lets one hand rest in their hair. “Just.. thinking.” He adds on, pulling back just enough to smile down at them.
“A-Ah, thinking..” They hum, nodding and resting their forehead against his chest. “..O-One of the m.. most dangerous pastimes..” They add on, a small — albeit weak — smile crossing their face when Oliver starts to laugh.
“I guess it is, huh?” He says, smiling down at Bing when they nod, lifting their head again to smile back up at him.
“It is..” Bing says softly, smiling when Oliver shifts to sit on the table next to him; almost immediately moving to cuddle into his side, only smiling more when Oliver hugs him closer.
They figured they may have bad parts, or bad programming, but.. maybe Oliver was right. They were never.. just.. broken.
It took several more minutes of comfort and slow, methodical breathing before Marvin found his voice again. It was raw and talking seemed painful – it was as if he had exerted it far beyond its limits, like he had been screaming for hours before Jackie had come home. Too late. Far, far too late.
“He – it – I don’t know who he was, Jackie. He just – he knew who I was, and all he wanted was to see me suffer.”
So. Y’all remember that series I wrote a while back, about Marvin’s first meeting with Anti followed by Jackie fighting him and Schneeps meeting him?
Yeah. I wrote some more. This takes place between the first and second installation of that series - a snapshot of the aftermath of the first fic.
This was partly inspired by @lansketchbook‘s Awesome piece of art.
WHUMP AHEAD
Fandom: JSE egos
Ship: None whatsoever
Warnings: Blood, knives, descriptions of trauma, panic attacks, swearing, crying.
”I’m hooooooome! Marvin I can’t believe you’re still awake, it’s like 3 am, what are you even doing up?” Jackie’s voice cut through the brightly-lit room as he threw open the door, looking tired but content. It had been a long night of super hero-ing, but the villains of the night had been handled and the police could take it from here. A regular night, all in all, except the egos’ house had been brightly lit as he returned. It was strange, but not enough to warrant worry.
That’s what he thought, at least, until he looked down and saw the knife glittering with blood on the floor, surrounded by still faintly-glowing hair.
The air stopped. Hung in silence. And in the distance, so quiet no regular human could pick it up, a single sob tore through Jackie’s ears like a cacophony of pain.
“Marvin!”
He almost stumbled in his haste, zooming down the hallway and crashing into the wall outside the kitchen. A terrified squeak met him as Jackie about fell into the kitchen, eyes wild with fear. “Marvin, where are you, are you okay, please, oh god – “
The kitchen was empty at first glance and Jackie’s heart crumpled in on itself in fear. Where was Marvin? What if he was hurt, bleeding out somewhere, and – and –
“Jackie?” The hoarse, broken voice rang clear through the room. Marvin was curled up on top of the fridge, his cloak wrapped around him like a blanket. Relief punched Jackie in the gut hard enough to leave him breathless and he couldn’t have helped the tremulous smile even if he tried.
“Marvin, you’re okay – I saw the knife, I thought – “ Jackie didn’t get a word out before Marvin sobbed once, twice, and tipped off the fridge and right into Jackie’s arms.
Look. Comfort wasn’t Jackie’s thing, ok. Schneeps was infinitely better at dealing with emotions. Marvin was better than both of them.
But with his little brother sobbing in his arms, holding on for dear life, he didn’t have much choice.
“Shh, it’s okay, breathe with me Marvin, it’s ok,” he murmured, sinking down on the kitchen floor to properly pull Marvin closer. He went to run his fingers through Marvin’s hair, a gesture that had always soothed the other, but he froze as soon as Marvin’s finger slipped over his neck. Jackie soon realized why – and honestly, he should have known sooner.
How did he miss that in place of the once glowing green hair was only short, dark strands?
Despite Marvin’s tension Jackie slipped his hands through what hair remained and pulled the other even closer.
“What happened, Marvin?”
This was, apparently, the wrong thing to say. Marvin unfroze only to begin wailing anew, loud, hiccupping gasps of breath spiralling him quickly into something Jackie had no idea how to handle.
“Hey, hey, shhh, it’s ok, I won’t let anything happen to you Marv, I swear, shhh, you’re safe,” He promised, rocking slightly back and forth as he petted the unfamiliar short hair.
But it was too late, wasn’t it? Something had already happened when Jackie wasn’t there to protect him. He had failed. Failed one of the people most important to him. Jackie bit down hard on the shame and anger rising inside him and poured every ounce of energy into hoisting Marvin into his arms and carrying him out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and up the ladder to Marvin’s room in the attic. Hopefully Marvin would feel safer here. He sat down on the unmade bed, but Marvin made no move to let him go. Breathing out slowly through his teeth, Jackie pushed his own feelings away, down, put a big stopper on all of it. Later. Marvin came first.
It took several more minutes of comfort and slow, methodical breathing before Marvin found his voice again. It was raw and talking seemed painful – it was as if he had exerted it far beyond its limits, like he had been screaming for hours before Jackie had come home. Too late. Far, far too late.
“He – it – I don’t know who he was, Jackie. He just – he knew who I was, and all he wanted was to see me suffer.”
Marvin explained slowly, with breaks of deep breathing and just sitting quietly, collecting his thoughts. Jackie could feel himself vibrating with pent-up energy and anger. Raging, burning anger that only grew hotter as Marvin kept up his shaky explanation.
Who dared lay a hand on his little brother? Who was this – glitching demon of a person? An ego? Jackie didn’t know and frankly did not care. He had hurt Marvin. Jackie would not rest until he was dead.
But he pushed all those thoughts down, hid them away as he sat with Marvin. He was – sensitive. Emotional. He wouldn’t be comforted by Jackie’s raging anger on his behalf – he would only worry. So Jackie sat on his hands, provided a comforting shoulder, and bit the insides of his cheeks bloody to keep from screaming.
This ego – whoever he was, however he had showed up in their home - He would pay.
Schneeps noticed the lights were on, but was too tired to think much of it. Night shift always zapped the energy right out of him, and he moved into the house with an almost zombie-like gait. The only thought on his mind was his warm, comfortable bed.
That was until he saw the knife.
Schneeps hadn't gotten (and lost) his medical license for nothing. He was clever, and curious, and scientifically minded. Something had been changing in the egos house over the last few days, he knew this - the very foundations shifting, as if trying to accommodate for a sudden addition, like a new ego.
And knowing what the community had been slowly growing more obsessed with over the last few months… Henrik could only fear the worst.
“Marvin! Jackie! vhere are you?” he shouted, accent growing heavier with his distress. He checked the bottom floor first, but no luck - both the kitchen and living room were empty. Next was upstairs, starting with Jackie’s room. He swore when he realized it was empty, worry churning in his gut.
When he finally got to the ladder that led to Marvin's room, his hands were shaking so bad he was almost unable to climb it. He stopped and took a deep breath, holding it for a moment. In the sudden silence, he heard a quiet voice.
“Doc? Is that you?”
Schneeps let out his breath with a smile. Jackie was there.
“It is me, Jackie. Vhat has happened?” He asked as he carefully climbed the ladder, emerging into Marvin’s softly lit room within moments. Jack is sitting with Marvin’s head on his shoulder, holding on to his sleeping brother carefully. The scene would make Henrik smile, if it wasn’t for the tear tracks dried into Marvin’s maskless cheeks or the cold anger burning in Jackie’s eyes.
“Someone hurt him, Doc. I found him in the kitchen, and… He was shaking, could barely talk. Doc, someone was in our house, they hurt him, I can’t -” Marvin made a sleepy noise of pain as the hand on his arm tightened. Jackie took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he released his grip.
“Look after him for a bit? I need to – “ He couldn’t seem to find words. Schneeps raised an eyebrow.
“Go and punch tree to let off steam?” Jackie laughed slightly as he eased Marvin’s head off his shoulder and carefully laid him down on the bed.
“Something like that.” Jackie stood and clapped Schneeps on the shoulder. “You’ll do better at helping him, Doc. Take care.” With those words, he left the room. Schneeps could hear him take off a minute later – probably heading off further away so he could destroy stuff without interruption.
He’d have to talk to Jackie later – punching things was no way to handle your emotions.
That was for later, however. Schneeps sat down on the bed with a heavy sigh.
The movement seemed to make Marvin stir. First softly, then all at once, big, terrified eyes meeting Schneep’s and immediately softening as Marvin took several breaths. Schneeps immediately fell into his doctor role, speaking softly as he tried to even out Marvin’s breathing.
“Shhh, there, mein friend, deep breaths. Breathe with me, it is only us. We’re in your room, is early morning. Jackie is out, but he vill be back. Deep breaths. May I touch you?”
Marvin responded by letting his head fall into Schneep’s lap, so he took that as a yes. The worst seemed to have passed for now. He idly let his hand run through Marvin’s hair, a gesture the other had always appreciated.
Marvin’s entire body stiffened, curling up into a fetal position as his breaths began growing more rapid again.
Schneeps cursed under his breath, moving his hand to rub over Marvin’s arm instead.
“Sorry, sorry. You are safe, little magician. I’m here.” Marvin’s breaths only picked up speed and Schneeps cursed internally even as he pulled Marvin up and into a hug. “There, there, deep breaths.”
They sat like that for several minutes, Schneeps comforting words soon slipping into german as Marvin’s breathing slowly evened out. There was silence, after that – Schneeps was not going to push Marvin to tell him anything, knowing that the decision had to come from Marvin himself.
“I… Someone…” He seemed to choke up after that, trying to talk but failing to get past the panic. Schneeps shushed him.
“I heard. You vere attacked. I am so terribly sorry we weren’t here to protect you, Schatz.” Schneeps murmured into his hair, rubbing his hand over the other’s back.
“He – threatened to kill me. Cut my hair off. I can still feel – Schneeps, it’s as if he’s still here,” Marvin whispered, voice trembling with barely held back emotion.
When Schneeps remained speechless, Marvin keeps talking.
“He – he talked about killing me, about killing all of you, and I could do nothing, Henrik. I couldn’t – I didn’t remember I could flee, didn’t remember my powers, didn’t even dare say anything, like a stupid fucking coward-” He was rambling, now, words spilling faster and angrier, flooding out of him like a tidal wave of self-loathing.
Schneeps had heard enough.
“Marvin, shut up and listen to me!” He snapped.
Marvin stopped mid-word, frozen against Schneeps’ chest as he gathered his words.
“Zhis is not your fault. You hear me? What you had was a perfectly natural reaction to shock. It is not strange. That was a traumatic experience, and you are dealing with the aftermath. It is a natural chock reaction to freeze up. Are you listening?”
Marvin nodded, still quiet. Schneeps took a deep, shuddering breath.
“I will not hear you talk ill about yourself, Marvin. But if there is anything else you need, anything at all, I am here for you.” Marvin nodded, again, and the two sat in silence.
Marvin, once again, broke the silence.
“I… Henrik. I need to – I need you to cut my hair.”
Schneeps blinked.
“Of course,” He said, first, ensuring Marvin of his support. “May I ask why?” Asking permission to probe deeper – he remembered some of his trauma support classes, at least.
“I… It doesn’t. Look good. Or feel good. Where he…. Where he c – “ Marvin didn’t seem able to actually say the words, breathing going shallow as he moved his lips soundlessly.
“Ok, yes, sure. Let’s go to the bathroom,” Schneeps hurried to say, slowly pulling Marvin into standing to distract him.
They made their way down from the loft and to the bathroom without problem. Once there, Schneeps grabbed a stool and put it in the bathtub, wrapping a towel around Marvin’s shoulders and sitting him down. The familiar motions eased the tension in his shoulders somewhat – but Marvin only seemed to grow tenser.
“Are you sure about this, Marvin?” Schneeps asked softly as he picked up the electric razor. Marvin nodded, a short, sharp jerk, and Schneeps turned the machine on.
The soft buzz filled the air as Schneeps ran his hand through his hair, trying to ignore Marvin trembling under him. It parted to reveal a jagged, uneven cut where the hair had gone a dark brown – littered with shallow nicks and cuts, as if someone had scraped a jagged blade across the back of Marvin’s neck.
Schneeps sucked in a sharp breath at the same time as Marvin curled up, a whimper escaping him before he covered his mouth with his hand.
“Marvin, if you need to wait, that’s –“
“Do it,” Marvin interrupted, voice barely above a whisper. “I need – I need it gone.”
The buzzing of the razor was all that could be heard after that. Marvin had gone completely still, save for the occasional flinch whenever Schneeps pulled his fingers through his hair. He had covered his mouth again, eyes closed against whatever images were flashing through his mind. Something about seeing him without his mask made him look that much more… human. The lack of the usual expressionless cat face made every twitch of his eyebrows stand out in stark contrast, made the tears glistening on his eyelashes that much more obvious.
Schneeps tore his eyes away and focused on keeping his hands steady. He didn’t know how Marvin would react to another cut on his neck, and he did not want to find out.
Once he was done, he busied himself with cleaning the razor, watching out of the corner of his eye how Marvin slowly uncurled. He pulled his fingers through his own hair, flinching when he came to the shaved bit, but didn’t pull back – exploring, slowly, the newly short hair, stubbly and soft against his fingertips. Schneeps saw his shoulders drop, just a fraction, and knew he had done something good.
“I’m going to clean out those cuts now,” He warned, pulling out the extensive first-aid kit they kept for Jackie’s less than successful missions. “Just to be on the safe side.”
Marvin swallowed, but nodded. He pulled a hairtie off his wrist and bundled the hair up in a practiced movement before his fingers once again, inevitably, strayed back to his neck. Schneeps gently moved his fingers away, bringing up a cotton swab of disinfectant.
“This might sting a bit.”
Once Marvin was bundled up back into bed, Schneeps lingered, unwilling to leave him alone. Not after all this. He sat down in an old armchair surrounded by books, keeping an eye both on Marvin and the door, and settled in to wait until morning.
In the morning, he’d talk with Jackie. They would figure out who had done this. Two instinct warred inside his head – on one hand, he wanted to understand why this had happened. Who? Why? How? A new ego was forming, or had already formed, he was sure of it, and they needed to deal with him in the best way possible. On the other hand….
On the other hand, he wanted to break every bone in their body for daring to threaten his little brother.
In case you aren't caught up with the lore behind my version of Anti, let me explain.
There are two different districts. The Light District, where all the egos are created and roam freely, and the Shadow District, where full-blooded demons live surrounded by darkness.
Fourteen years ago, a war took place between the two Districts. This is because Actor Mark, who had been previously banished from the Light District, tried to take the King's throne. That's because the King was, and still is, Darkiplier. While the war waged on, Actor Mark's team of villains from the Shadow Realm collected innocent ego children and kidnapped them, hoping to raise them and turn them into mindless faithful demons just like themselves. One of the kidnapped children was Anti, who hadn't even turned two years old at the time of his kidnapping.
Anti is also the son of Celine and Chase, which makes him Dark's son.
This RP will take place when Anti is fifteen and has finally escaped both his captors and the Shadow District. He just so happens to show up on the Iplier Manor doorstep, where he's taken in. Dark and Chase don't know who he is at first, due to his heavily altered appearance. But what happens when they do realize who Anti is?
You can play as any character of your choosing, though Dark and Chase are both reccomended.
To start the RP, send an ask with your starter or send me a DM so I can start and tag you in the post. I'm also available for roleplaying on Discord.
