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Keep yourself on your feet.

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Freeing all the Monsters- Table of Contents

Chapter 1- Today is through

Chapter 2- tomorrow is another day

Chapter 3- Darkest Desires

Chapter 4- The Run-away

Chapter 5- Tongue Tied

Chapter 6- Deceived

Chapter 7- Diseased

Chapter 8- Puppetmaster

Chapter 9- Night of the Anti-hero

Chapter 10- Left behind

Chapter 11- Play to win live

Chapter 12- Dead Silent

Chapter 13- Demi-human

Chapter 14- Something darker grows near

Chapter 15- Go back to sleep

Chapter 16- Searching through the rubble

Chapter 17- Where you live is not a home

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Freeing all the monsters- Chapter 10

The run-away

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Left in another realm

“What makes you think I would ever disclose that kind of information to you?” Marvin was taking his wand out of his pocket, getting away from the darker figment. Marvin disappeared and reappeared behind him, holding his wand between the pair. “You have nothing to gamble with.”

Abandon snickered, turning towards the magician. “You don’t really understand what we are. We’re the darker sides of you. I’m his opposite side. The part of him that he wants to keep buried away. Sound familiar?” He teased. Marvin’s bold stance flickered for a moment, and the static creature smirked. “My bargaining chip is knowledge. I know that yours thrives off of hidden greed that you’d like to pretend doesn’t exist.”

“You sound pretty sure of yourself,” Marvin barked back. “You don’t know me that well. There are things Chase doesn’t even know about me.”

“Maybe, but it is the thing you fear the most,” Abandon tapped the side of his head, right where the bullet wound was. “And that’s what I’m made of. Chase’s fear. Fear that he’ll lose everything again. Fear that he’ll let himself be as broken as he was when he pulled that trigger,” Abandon chuckled lowly in the back of his throat. “It’s actually kinda funny that he still thinks he’s not broken. Poor little baby, trying to run away from his fears. And when he can’t he drowns it in booze and a bullet.”

Marvin’s eyes widen, searing with rage now. He shot a blast of blue energy at the figment, causing him to fall back against Chase’s dresser. He looked up to see Marvin lunging at him, raising his hands to defend him, but that wasn’t enough. The magician had him by the shirt, the dark side looked up at him, but he was smiling.

“I can see your anger. Does it feel good to tear into someone? To let your control fall for a moment. Does it scare you how good it feels?”

Marvin let his words fall flat, pulling him closer to his face. “You know nothing about me! You know nothing about what I’ve been through! Or who I was!” And no one ever would, Marvin had made sure of it. “You don’t know Chase either! You don’t know how strong he is! He fights everyday to resist his destructive urges! He’s stronger than you know!”

Abandon just smiled though. “You’re right,” His voice was cold. “I don’t really know you, so let’s find out,” Marvin sudden felt a strong draw to the darker figment’s eye, it was almost hypnotic. His left eye was pale and empty. But as he looked, he could see a  figure starting to form, until it was like he was looking into a mirror. He looked at the old reflection of himself, but that man was not him. His eyes were blood red and he had long, animal like claws that were dripping with blood. That man was not Marvin.

“Good to see you again,” He spoke through Abandon’s mouth.

Marvin pulled away, shaking as he did, and the dark figure was laughing gravely. “I don’t know who that was, but you really seem to,” Suddenly the air was being pulled from his lungs. He saw the magician pointing his wand at him, his eyes teary and broken, but beneath it, there was a fiery rage, telling Abandon that he was messing with a matters beyond himself. His body began to raise off the ground, as he gasped for air, for anything to release him from Marvin’s grasp.

“You thought that because you had his face, I wouldn’t want to hurt you,” Marvin’s voice was heavy and each word came out with a heavy breath. “You thought that I would beg for mercy after you showed me that. That I’d be too weak to fight you?” Marvin stepped forward, raising himself off the ground as well to meet his eyes. They were dark with anger and hate for this creature. “I already told you. You know nothing about me.”

Marvin waved his empty hand across the air and suddenly, the air around them echoed, as if they were in an altered reality, but it was still Chase’s room. Marvin released Abandon, who fell to the floor, gasping for air. His heavy gasps echoed through the room, he looked around and it looked like they were surrounded by glass panels.

He smirked slightly. “Is this what I think it is?” He muttered weakly. He didn’t get a response, but suddenly a painful clear spike jettisoned out from the ground. It was shot with such precision that it just barely grazed his cheek, piercing through that bill of his hat. Abandon looked up at Marvin, clearly shaken by this. The magician had barely moved. He twisted his wrist in and the skipe retracted back into the ground. His arm didn’t even move, it was just his hand controlling the realm around them.

Marvin’s eyes were washed out completely white with a tint of blue around the edges. He snapped and his mask was covering his face. “You’re about to regret everything you just said,” Marvin’s voice rumbled around them as he flicked two fingers upward and in response, two spikes flew up, piercing through both Abandon’s hands. The dark figment screamed in pain. The magician tightened his fist and the spikes twisted in his skin, causing more agonized screams to come from his mouth.

“You’re the embodiment of everything my best friend hates about himself,” A dark smile spread across the magician’s lips. “Did you really think coming to threaten me was a good idea?” He asked as he shot another two spikes at him from behind, right through both his thighs. Another scream came from him as if to call out for help, but of course no one could hear him.

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe it does feel good to lose control for a moment. But I have people that help me, who make sure I don’t remain that way. So that I can do things like this,” This time, Marvin held his palm out and slowly started to close it, a spike in return began pushing from the wall just as slowly, stopping right in front of Abandon’s eye. The darker figment’s breathing started picking up as it got closer.

Marvin chuckled, watching the man squirm under his hand. He knew this was messed up. In the back of his mind, he knew he should just end this and get it all over with, but he didn’t want to. This fake creature didn’t deserve it. He wanted to give him something slow and painful, and make him regret Anti ever creating him.

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Why can’t I get out

Why am I still here

Why can’t I move on

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What do I still fear?

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Freeing all the Monsters- Chapter 4

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The Run-Away

Marvin didn’t realize when he had been knocked out, but when he woke up, he felt a pain on his forehead that was agonizing to say the least. He felt like that time he fell off stage because the smoke from one of his tricks disoriented him. Schneep was pissed at him

Schneep! Jamie! Chase! Where were they? What happened? He remembered Anti being there, along with…

Oh god. Anti actually did it, he brought out all their dark sides. Even Jackie’s. But what were they? Even Plague and Trickster were different from before, Anti must have gotten a better hold on them. He couldn’t stop thinking about Anti. He acted as if the past months of movie nights, trips to the bar, dinners together, he acted as if it had never happened.

The magician finally took a moment to look around the room. It was weird, it looked like Chase’s room but it was trashed. Everything was just carelessly thrown around like an animal went through the place, but there was no one there. At least no one he could see. “Looking for something?” A voice called from the darkness. Marvin stood, looking around in every direction, but he was still alone.

“You sure about that?” The voice asked again. Marvin took a breath and calmed himself down. He closed his eyes and tried to stretch out his magic, trying to feel for anything keeping itself hidden. Finally, he felt a presence right behind him. The magician swiveled, his eyes still closed and grabbed the man’s wrist. Marvin opened his eyes, and jumped back.

It was Chase. Well, not Chase Chase, but the darker version. His “dark side” as Anti put it. Up close, the figment was actually rather terrifying. Seeing his friend with a black bullet wound on the side of his face was unsettling to say the least. The most disturbing part was his blank and emotionless expression. One of his eyes had faded to grey, the pupil wasn’t even visible anymore. The entire right side of his face had turned grey, it was darker in the places near the bullet hole. The dark ego stepped closer to Marvin, the magician took two steps back to keep distance on him.

“Hello Marvin,” His voice was low and void of any emotion. “I’m glad to finally meet you.”

Marvin felt his skin shiver at his words. “Can’t say the feeling is mutual,” He muttered in response. “So what are you? Beside just Anti’s puppet.”

The man didn’t seem to be affected in the least by Marvin’s words, the blank stare remained on his face as his looked around the room. “Anti explained it clearly enough Marvin,” The darker Chase said. “I am the manifestation of Chase’s inner darkness. I come from the static that he controls and have the desires that Chase wishes to keep hidden deep deep inside of himself.” The darker side gave a smirk, the first sign of any real emotion. “Anti gave me the name Abandon.”

Marvin didn’t like where any of this was going. It seemed that this figment, Abandon had the same traits as Trickster. He was Chase’s darker desires amplified by the static. He wants things that Chase would never sanely want and goes about in the worst, most ruthless ways to get them. “So, what is it that you want exactly?”

“Anti has given us all specific instructions not to kill any of you yet. As long as we do that, we’re free to do whatever we want, and take whatever we desire.” The darker version of Chase seemed to loom in the darkness of the room. His good eye turned black with a green pupil. “I’ve been in pain for too long, but Chase has been preventing me from doing what I must to remove that pain.”

He must have been talking about what happened with Stacy and his kids, Marvin presumed. “So what? You think you can convince Stacy to fork over custody of Chase’s kids?” Marvin asked.

Abandon let out a low chuckle from the back of his throat. “Oh no no. I know how that bitch is. There’s nothing I could say to change here mind. She’s the one that’s caused me so much pain. What I want is for her to be gone forever.”

Marvin’s eyes went wide. In all the time that Chase talked about Stacy, he never said he didn’t love her anymore. And now hearing that from the mouth of someone that looked like Chase, well it was chilling to say the least. “You want to kill her?”

Abandon nodded, creeping over slowly to Marvin. The magician continued to inch away. “Chase never had the guts to go through with this plan, so he kept her location hidden from me, and that’s what I need you, dear Marvin,” the magician’s back hit the wall and the figment stepped two inches from his face. “You’re going to tell me where she is.”

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Dark sides themes songs

(Based on my shitty music taste)

Anti- Pet by A Perfect circle (oh the irony) or I’ll sleep when I’m dead by Set it off

Hush- Born in a Flash by Mother Mother

Vigilante- Natural by Imagine Dragons

Trickster- The Handler by Muse

Plague-  Kill the Sound by Celldweller

Abandon- Let it Burn by Red

Theme for all of them- Had Enough by Breaking Benjamin

(these guys are all mega edge lords so most of these songs came from my middle school playlist on my iPod)

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Prompt: You, as a child, meets you now. X# of years have passed. What does the child ask? What does the adult tell the child?

As a prelude to this story, my grandmother in Kansas once told me that buffalo were walking through the living room of her house. She said the past is alive even though we can’t see it, and the future is there also. We are prisoners of the present with blinders to the flow of time.  It was a concept that I, as a seven-year-old, couldn’t wrap my head around, but it stayed with me all these years.…