#jacque francis

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Got so much kiss drawing practice done this year JOSOGDJ

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All characters belong to @brueklynn I OWN NOTHING.

I dont even have to say this is not canon. This one is a part of the bad fanfics its very rushed so if you didnt like reading I wont blame you at all XD

The whole studio was in a turmoil

Every single worker was rushing together to join the jammed crowd, all of them Clustering a single certain "chipper" person that all the studio knew and loved, or thats what they thought he was, until the cruel truth had been discovered. What is that truth you ask? Well, it seems that a specific young, organist may had very accidently dropped a clear evidence that reaveled his...

Real identity.

A wall behind him, a hundred of people imorisoning him in a small circle, there was no way of escape. Everyone he met, everyone he talked to, everyone he helped, everyone he friended, everyone, are now locking him up for interrogations with no where to go, nobody is by his side, nobody. The crowd seemed to flow down with every new person joining in every second. Who could have assumed that Johnny, the sweet boy who would light up the air every time he is present, is the same person as the mafia leader who is in the top of every police force dangerous criminals list? It was all unintelligable. Sadly, the truth never lies.

Hundreds of thousands tones of voices erupted around him, all filled with anger, confusion, even dissapointment. Johnny dark motives were invisible to everyone, cause they never imagined it, they could never do. Inside all of them is one question. 'why?' It had no way of an answer, or atleast for now. How could they get answers? Where will they get answers? What will you say as an answer for the reason behind your actions?

Johnny just stood there as still while the magnitude of his panic swept over him. the gravelly tones flowed to his ears like a cold tide. Every word over pronounced, slicing rather than tumbling through the dry air. All these voices were like small parts of a cluster exploding his brain, it was on fire now anyway. His eyes shifting to both sides in a rapid speed. Everyone is a stranger now, everyone is infurated, everyone is a....former....friend? Pretty sure he will be alone from now on, nobody was having the pleasure of watching the horrified recognition of who he was spread over his perfect features. Questions shot faster than gunshots at him, all at once from every single angle that he couldnt even get any kind of a simple word from anyone or anything, the world was erasing around him.

Remorseful, Guilty. That was how he felt at that very moment. He wished for a Time Turner so he could go back, rectify the mistake , the worst of all he had done. However, he cant, Impossible, He has to live with it. Remorse etched at his heart. Guilt gnawed like a worm at the core of an apple, making it impossible for him to put his self bacm together. The questions seems to never end, eaither they are eternal or on a loop, both around his head inside and out. He just wanted it all to stop, to finsh, he wished he could press his hands over his ears not hearing anymore pain. The Only thing he ever heard was from the person in the front row standing infront of him, which was his boss blondie with a sentence of "Johnny we trusted you!..." type. He was mad too, Just like all. The sweat beaded on his forehead and dripped from his chin, free flowing like condensation on a window pane. What could he say? What could he do? How would he explain? He cant, he doesnt even deserve to, its his fault since the start, it will always stay his fault. He analyze every action and speech and writhe in the agony of paths taken, he fret about what others will think of him, well now he knows why he was very concerned. The feelings his friends held for him hadnt gone, right? But Everything had now just been distorted into a close mimic of....'hatred'? He bundled all the hitting panic into his chest. Tension grew in his face and limbs, his mind replaying the last. more shallow. In these moments before his personal hurricane. He could feel it, building like an unstoppable snowball in the pit of his stomach. He cannot concentrate on anything else. Being alone while he is starting over and his whole world is crashing down. Everyone stayed shocked when the the hidden veracity was uncovered. And Jacque was No expection, Nobody was in a bigger denial than he was.

How could a truth be so cruel?

His heart felt like it was beating in a tight cage. He was connected to a part of johnny others never feel. His emotions are not perceptible, they are him, and they consumed him.

It was as if johnny heart had suddenly stopped beating and all the blood had run down into his boots.

When he saw two cops appear in the studio.

"No..."

His pupils couldnt be more dilated. How?!? When?!? The only question he knew an answer for was "why". But at that moment he didnt know that..someone called the police on him. He couldnt believe, they are here to get him, to take him, to arrest him. He wanted to jump right out of his skin and join the ether. This is too much, he cant take it anymore. The constricted feelings grew, as if he was strangled by just the air around him. He was terrified of whats going to happen the next second....Watching the rest of the police team emerge from behind, Made him feel the urge to run, escape, hide

This was the moment.

He took a step back to leave, but a wall still blocking his way, without a thought he toke the other road. Pushing people out of the path then running aimlessly. His brain in mental conflicting instructions, he hoped he was Trapped in his own psychosis, a living nightmare for him, tailor made by his own brain to play on her deepest fears. But sadly

You cant escape everytime.

He couldnt dodge the two men who held his trembling arms faster than lightning, immobilizing him painfully to the cold ground, it wasnt colder than the way his heart froze. As Police slapped on the handcuffs He was forcefully lifted up on his feet, With the limb he given he took heavy steps until the outside, he was familiar to these officers though he did not recognize them, it was time to take him to the ward. All the surrounding eyes watching their beloved oragnist led his way out of their lives. Nobody was able to shout for him a last word, maybe they had pushed him a little too hard....They did want to meet him or catch a glance of him before his finale departing, with a rush of footfalls after the officers under the dark sky in a hope for a change of events, those of course were just useless wishes. There was Only One person who dared enough to yell from behind, speaking for all.

"Stop he isnt what you think he is! I-i-i am sure there is some kind of mistake!" That was what jacque tried to persuide those 'harsh' officers, or more likely himself. Then out of expection, johnny turned around. "Tell them johnny! Tell them there is something wrong here!! Tell them this isnt you!!" But when their gazes intertwined like they never used to, the waves of regret hit them like a rock eroded by the sea. johnny had to turn around, sadly in words never wanted to be heard.

"This is the truth jacque.."

Those grey eyes bored into the lyrcist as if trying to convince him he wasnt lying. However, he still found it hard to believe. Johnny had always been so honest and telling, so he wondered why he didnt believe him now, he didnt want to, yet the burnette quivering lower lip begged him to believe, and his heart told him he would never lie to him. Johnny couldnt look into anyone eyes straightly anymore.

 "...johnny?...." "..im sorry..." It was his last whisper, a whisper only the two cops and jacque could hear, before The officer in front opened the door with the 'criminal' dipping his head into the police cruiser, all out of balance before he is lost from view behind windows, apparently he doesnt warrant that. but behind him every curtain twitches. The damp evening disappeared with the slam of the door. Its not a fast run with flashing lights, just a slow ride to be questioned, to be prisoned. The blue and red lights are little more than smudgy illuminations in the slanting blackness.

Stakeout was over.

The mood of the people swirled in an unseen currents beneath the dark surface of their faces. And Jacque has never been in a deeper denial, but the truth is truth. He remained watching the car driving away with his love, Not caring about any kind of loud noises before him. The sadness drained through hum rather than skating over his skin. It travelled through every cell to reach the ground.

Oh, Why the world must be so cruel?

If only, if only This was just a nightmare of sorts, if this was just a bad vision. Tonight he wont only be broken, but shattered into fragments more numerous than the stars. He wanted to beg, plead, get down on hid knees and tell the leaving man that his life here had a meaning. He felt a division of his body and soul. The body wasnt dead, the soul in the other hand, wasnt the same condition. There was something deep feeling in his chest, something inexplicable. The grief surged with every expelled breath, always reaching higher peaks. His gaze fell to the ground. In that moment the sure knowledge that life would go on without him, that time was only stopped for him. there was nothing he could do. With no way to break through his silence a chasm opened between them. This could not be johnny. This could not be his life.

It hurts...but it can heal...He will heal, right? Well.

One this known for sure is that

He wont move on any time soon.

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Recipe. Part 2

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"Your last chance to tell me the truth!-" "PLEASE SIR NO DONT D-" "Well then spit the REAL secret!! NOW!" "SIR PLEASE I SWEAR THERE IS NO MAGICAL OR PHYSICAL SECRET ITS ALL JUST A GOOD WORK IN CARTOONS-" "Monroe, I think that is enough" "then what is your better idea to make him speak johann?" "Well killing him isnt a better idea!!!" "But we can replace this man any time right?~" "No we cant!!" "Augh!! Anyway, wont you be a good boy and blurt out the vague truth? Or do you want to pay your life as a price?~" Jacque was out of words, he shivered on his place, his eyes shut, refusing to open them any time soon, thats if there was a future to him left...Monroe laughed, ready to enter that knife in someone bones.

"The game have not yet begun~"

The door room slammed down so harshly it scared monroe and johann, standing on the doorway a man with both hands at hips proudly, dark brown brown hair peeking from under his fedora, his smile showed all confident and energy, as if he was gladly ready to kick some butts. "OOOOOOOH! Now it seems that someone was brave enough to intterupt and try to take Something back~" "and you better give this thing back before I show you no mercy~" Hearing this, Johann laughed as if the man was telling a them a funny joke, wiping away his tears and placing an arm around monroe who was smiling at idiocy. "oooh my god!! Haha!! YOU think that you alone can take us BOTH down?!? HAHAHAHA I havent heard such a good joke like this in a long time! HAHAHA!" The man didnt do anything, still keeping the same smile on his face. With a click of a finger, five men all once appeared from behind him, taking a fighting position. Monroe and johann stopped smiling and knew they are in a big trouble. "oh no..." "Pals~ finish these two off~" The five men grinned happily, dragging their shotguns in the quest of having some fun. Bullets with their roaring sounds and radiant lights were being shot everywhere. Johann screamed hiding under a table, monroe being himself didnt get affected by the shots, though having only a knife as a weapon he wasnt any scared by this threating gang. "You want to play THIS game with me? Well I Will Show You How To Play!!" He lunged at them with the knife in the air, which was a bad decision since he had a hard time getting out of their grip...Their leader was crawling carefully under this mess of random bullets, jacque whose eyes were still shut from fright, depending only in his hearing to know what is happening, his brain going to explode and all he know is that at any second pne of those bullet going to hit him. Then out of sudden, he felt his weigh being shifted into someone arms. "NOOOOOOO" he screamed knowing he is being held by an unknown someone and that means another no good experience in some uncouth matter. Johann and monroe were caught up in a busier proplem to notice. Jacque could feel that his new holder was running, moments after moments he heard the sounds of shotguns getting lower and lower, until their was no voice left expect his second kidnapper footsteps....then after other few moments passed, he started to feel something warm tickling his face, after being kept in that cold darkness, was that...was that the sun? He opened his eyes to check, and he was right, it was the sun!!! BUT- He could see the outside ground being exhibited quickly to him, hinting his new kidnapper was still running, he turned his head up to behold a look at the new face.

Only for his eyes to be met with.....

"JOHNNY!!!!!"

Johnny was still running holding him like bridal style, Well, if jacque wasnt tied. He returned to him a smile that made jacque heart stop. A hush, quieter than the last sigh of a cold flame slowly burning out in the frozen winters of a tundra, fell over his soul. Silence engulfed him. "JOHNNY! IS THAT REALLY YOU?!" "who else could it be?~" " I Cant Believe This!!! H-How Did You Know My Place? T-That One Is Really Hard To Find!!" "Oh jacque, I will swim the seas and climb the mountain just to find you~ Now, we should be back before our friends get worried about us, shouldnt we?~" "Yah!! We Should! And...Johnny.....Is there a secret recipe that we use in our work for the jokey episodes?" "Secret recipe? Of course there is! Its our undying love that we pour in the process of creating them~" Till the rest of the day, Jacque will alway ask himself of how he didnt recognize that voice at the doorway when he first heard it, or how did johnny found people to shoot the two evil men, or why is he wearing a fedora. But now, all he care about is melting in johnny arms while they run back in a gorgeous sunset to their studio.

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Recipe. Part 1

ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO @brueklynn I OWN NOTHING, this is so short it doesnt even deserve to be splited but tumblr being stupid I had to im srry ;^; guys this is a COMPLETLY DUMB fanfic please dont take it in any serious way XD take it as a joke plz, the logic here is gone Enjoy but you cant thx lol.

It was an ordinary morning today. Expect that johann and monroe where hiding behind a bush, standing before the amazing 'belief pioneer' studios that produced the famous cartoon "jokey and pals". They always wondered about how some animated humanized insects allured that much viewers. But lately, they heard that there is a secret recipe made of magic used in making those facsinating show episodes, that concept made them so curious to have a glance at that whatever is that special recipe. However, their plan to do so was to kidnap someone from the studio employees and interrigate him to disclose the obscure method. All they did was stay out of sight and monitor the studio door, waiting for someone to come out, They waited a lot and nobody came, it was starting to be boring. Until eventually, monroe saw the studio open, which made him shake johann who woke up in confusion looking right and left. "JOHANN JOHANN LOOK!!" " WOAHWOAHWOAH .....What..?" "Were You Sleeping!?!" "What? NO! I was just resting my eyes! Anyway what did you want me to see?" "Look!!" Monroe pointed happiky to a worker who stepped out from that place, walking while humming a tone. He had a wide black hair and mustach, wearing a small hat, he looked like a friendly french man, he was holding a paper and a pencil in his hands. " Thats Our chance! You hush him while I tie him up with the ropes~" "pff- Whatever." Johann rolled his eyes. Jacque was reading the lyrics paper again, imagining how entrancing the melody will be when its played by the chorus, his hum had a happiness, there is something carefree about the notes as they fall into the fresh air around. He leans on his hands, checking for a last time if all the words are written right. But he was so into the lyrics he didnt notice that someone was sneaking after him from behind. Before he could take another step, johann attacked him and made sure his mouth is kept shut, stifled sounds only came out, eyes fly wide and brain cant get to function. With the increasing pressure and streckin silent panic, monroe apeared in front of him and attached the ropes around him, the next thing jacque knew was that he was being blindfolded and carried away to an unknown place.

When he was able to see again, everything was so strange, he was in a dark room, nothing eviding. For all he knew he could be deep underground, in some random room in an isolated prison or even in the highest level of a skyscraper. He jerked upright, panicked, but his body refused to move. He looked down and saw the same ropes still wrapped around him, chaining him to the wall In a sitting position. His mouth wasnt taped or bound anymore. He craned his neck for a window, there was none, that would explain the darkness here. Suddenly a flash of light blew on his pale face, he jumped a little with the only slack he had, he was blinded for some moments before being able to see again, in the almost blackness his eyes strained for some sign of what was to come. He knew who did this, he didnt want to see their faces, so would leave it to the Police to identify the two kidnapers. But he had to open his eyes and see them. They stared at him for a moment and smirked. Though their tastes were a little different, monroe had got what he wanted. The dim light made jacque his skin sparkle and glow. He felt an odd coldness on his tongue, and brought his breathing back under control. "Welcome to our lair fella~" "W-W-What?!" "No need to panic again, we are just here to ask you a simple question~" Jascue gulped while starting to sweat, this is not going to be a good conversation..." You are one of the workers in that pretty 'belief pioneer' studio arent you?~" "uh..haha.." "so do you love that silly cartoon show that the studio produce? Because all the children love 'jokey and pals' dont they?" "Uhh..yeh!..yeh yeh..." "so you see...have you ever wondered about how did this show get that much success?" "....umm...hard work?...." "Wrong, Recently we both did some researches regarding your little victory in making those children pining for those comedian figures. Finally, we found out about your secret, you use some magical recipe in every single thing used in making any episode. " Jascue was shut. Magical recipe? Really? That was their researches? He is sure they heard it by some strangers passing at the streets. "...Uh...What? What do you m-" "DONT act like you dont know what I mean." He paused, giving jacque a knowing look. Whom exhaled through his nose trying to bring back his tranquility. Monroe stared at him silently, as if debating whether to electrocute him, or dig a sharp into his skin or even worse. jacque nodded to himself, already knowing he will get a punishment if not speaking something. He is fine. He will be fine. But what is he going to say? Will he just lie for them? He have a recioe from his mind now, will he have enough time to imvite it right now in front of two kidnappers? "WHAT IS THE RECIPE?!!?!" Monroe repeated sternly. Jacque felt coldness envelope him, but no darkness came. "I......I-I-I dont know!" "What do you mean you dont know?! Dont you work there?!" "I-I-I am just the lyricist!! All I do is writing kids songs!" "Well didnt I say that this special recipe is used is EVERY small thing used in making the episodes? In sure that you use it in every song you invite. So tell me how does it work?" "Sir I-I dont really know where did you get that idea from. But you have to believe me, there is No secret magical recipe used in making any episode..." "well then whats your secret in making good songs?" "Oh...thats...probably because Im very inspired and...I love my work? When you love your work you can do anything!" Monroe lost his patience which made him pull something from his bag, making jacque fear come true, he was threated with a knife pointed to him, he squirmed and whimpered, his guts froze solid, when will friends notice he is absent? When will the police come and save him?