#sepiaspeech

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13 with JJ and Anti?

JJ carefully ran his hands through Anti’s hair, tucking his teal wing more firmly around the glitch curled up next to him. Anti pressed further again Jameson’s ribs as if attempting to hide in the gentleman’s feathers. Jameson couldn’t blame him, after how loud the others had been, he’d barely been able to stand it himself! It made sense for their resident dark to seek out JJ and his silencing aura. Anti wouldn’t be able to hear a thing this close to JJ; not his static, not Jameson’s ruffling feathers or heart beat, nothing. He was enveloped in complete and utter blissful silence- and soft feathers to boot. Although unknown to Anti, Jameson could still hear the static-laced glitching coos that he let out ever time the dapper man’s fingers stroked his scalp.

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Illusion with Jackie (or JJ? I can't decide aaaa)

“It’s not real Jameson, it’s not real!”

JJ continued to stand before the mirror, eyes wide and glowing with swirling colors as his distorted image continued to grow and mutate. Jackie’s voice was so far away, a tinny ringing in his ears that went in one and out the other. The mirror rippled like the reflective surface of water and the monstrosity that was supposed to be Jameson started to laugh, the deep gash across its neck sputtering and spraying blood. JJ could feel it splattered on his body and flinched, staring down at the deep red spots that now stained his pristine clothes. This only fueled the beast, which laughed harder, all of its unnaturally contorted limbs flailing. Jameson gagged, slapping a hand over his mouth, only to wretch back in a soundless scream when an eye opened up on the back of it.

“It’s not real! Please- JJ, it’s not real!”

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Empty with Jj, perhaps?

There was nothing. No sign of consciousness, as still and cold as a corpse. The good doctor had warned him, but Jameson did not expect how….dead Sean looked. Only the beeping of the machines nearby indicated any sign of life. This was his creator? This was the famous Jack Septiceye, who had made him and his brothers, who had fought the glitch time and time again, who had amassed an army of fans with nothing but a loud voice and a high laugh? He was so….empty here, devoid of all that made him him. He was....pitiful.