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Found an old scribbly doodle I did when I was working on Seis Manos and found that Silencio was around the same height as Jesus and thinking about what it’s like to have a tall spidermonkey for a brother heheh….
Jesus can carry the spidermonkey now~
Seis Manos is out today on Netflix!!!! Here's a bloody Jesus for your viewing pleasure!
EDIT: just remembered I have matching nosebleed siblings because I’m nothing if not predictable
i can’t get over this bit of (small!) Silencio hopping on (small!) Jesus’s shoulders to read the book with him and how adorable it was
(from Seis Manos)
Between Castlevania and Seis Manos it is official that I’m just a slut for Powerhouse Animation.
...Look how easily we fall apart without him...
Aight, so I know it’s been like 10 days since Seis Manos came out, and I know I just finished watching this thing 2 hours ago, but I propose a different, slightly happier ending.
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Lo makes his offer, and it’s damn tempting, but Silencio already knows his choice before he speaks.
“Never,” and even though he yells it out, it’s deadly calm.
He’s not quite sure how it happens, but Lo smirks, tells him he’ll regret his decision, wishes him good luck surviving, and then he’s gone, and it’s just him in this place, whatever it is, the void spanning forever.
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On the outside Isabella and Jesus rise from their unconsciousness state just in time to see Lo jump into a helicopter, their brother’s body slumping on the ground just a few feet from it.
Isabella drags herself over to him, and grabs his hand so they can’t take him, but this doesn’t seem to be the goal as the helicopter flies up and away while Jesus pulls himself up the same way Isabella did to get to the body.
They’re both barely concious and right now the biggest priority is just catching their breath and checking if their bother is still alive.
They underestimate how deep their training runs, and the calming breaths they try to take slip them into meditational trances, the ones that lead to a never-ending void of darkness.
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His eyes snap open as there’s sudden new presences in the void, two awfully familiar figures appearing. He can call out to them in here, so he does.
“Isabella! Jesus!” and they both scream his name and tackle him in a double hug, one that feels almost like he’s being crushed between two stones.
They stay like this for only a moment before he knows what he has to say.
“If-If I go to the police station to be arrested,” and he feels more than sees both of them stop breathing for a moment, “will you help me go there?”
“Of course,” Isabella squeezes him harder, enough that he almost can feel his ribs cracking.
“A-and, And if I’m in jail, you guys’ll visit me, right?”
“No way in hell we wouldn’t,” He feels Jesus’s hand running through his curly hair, taking comfort in feeling the calloused hands on his scalp.
“And, a-and,” his voice is cracking, breaking as he chokes back tears, “when I come out, even if it takes years, decades, or even a century, will you, ever forgive me for what I’ve done?” and by now he knows he’s crying, he can feel the hot tears running down his face. And then somehow the feeling of his body rather than the void returns, and along with the pain, the voicelessness, and the blood there are Isabella and Jesus, still holding him tightly, both crying just as openly as he is.
“We already forgave you, little brother,” Isabella sobs out before she loses control completely, “We love you.”
They huddle together, crying and pulling each other closer and closer together. There are sirens in the background, people yelling and shouting, but he doesn’t know who or why and he doesn’t care.
When Jesus and Isabella’s embraces are suddenly gone and he’s being carried he panics, right up until he sees them, carrying him despite how injured both of them must be. Isabella carrying his right side with a strength he didn’t know she had in her skinny body, Jesus supporting his left with a slight lean in. They’re here, all of three of them, now and always.
He doesn’t have his voice, but his hands and arms aren’t broken, so he can at least sign to them. He doesn’t like to normally, but today is anything but normal.
Will we have dinner together when we can?
Yes, Isabella signs back, crying still.
And can we play staring games and cards?
Yes, Jesus replies with his hands too, tears dripping from his face in a steady stream.
And we’ll put Chiu to a proper rest?
Yes.
And Lina too?
Yes.
And still stay family?
Yes.
Go to restaurants, if we can?
Yes.
Talk?
Yes.
Go shopping, skating, stick together?
Yes.
Yes, yes, and he keeps signing questions and both of them have switched to saying yes instead of signing it, but they say it to every question even when he starts blurring them, going from one to the next without a pause.
There’s people near them now, medical officials apparently, but they don’t lie down on the stretchers in the ambulance, the three of them sit down together on the bench beside them.
He’s still signing something, even if he isn’t sure of what it is anymore other than pleas for reassurance and love. They’re still whispering “yes”s and “I love you”s, pressing as close together as their bodies will allow.
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When he wakes up in the hospital bed there’s a strange pressure on his less-injured side, and he sees the two asleep net to him, falling over onto him. Well that explains the numbness on his ribs and leg. There’s a small puddle of drool on his hospital gown’s torso part thanks to Isabella. After all these years she ends up drooling in her sleep. And right now he’s pretty sleepy too, so he closes his eyes and drifts back to sleep, but not before taking one of each of their hands in his. The last thing he feels before he’s fully out is them squeezing back.
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Lina’s burial, their time at the hospital, and his court case all blur together. He doesn’t remember any of it very clearly.
He gets a light sentence, all things considered.
Three months in jail, no parole but plenty of visits, as long as he goes to a therapist for three years, minimum.
It’s a damn good deal, and what makes it even better are Officer Garcia and Brisket.
They’re the ones who got his sentence cut down from what could have been life to just this, arguing that most of the killings were acts of self-defense, protecting his family, or justified with that they were inhuman and therefore he cannot be charged for killing a monster who was killing everyone around him. Garcia is also the one who argues that since she knows him best, they can trust her to guard him, put him in a special jail that connects to the police station.
It’s a lot of paperwork.
It gets done.
Garcia gets enough thank you drinks from all three of them that she might’ve just beat Jesus’s daily alcohol consumption if she’d taken even half of them.
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They visit him every single day, talking through the bars. Although Garcia doesn't let them give him as much stuff as they wanted (protocol is still protocol), she allows some new clothing, a few candies, and somehow the one and only prisoner of the police station of San Simon is now in possession of his favorite soft blanket and some books.
They play card games through the bars, and all of them cheat in different ways.
They have staring contests, and he always beats Jesus, even though it’s roughly 50-50 on him versus Isabella. She’ll always be the scariest of them all.
Once he’s out of jail Jesus and Isabella go in for a month. That was one of the things that negotiated his stay down from a year to three months. They weren’t entirely clean-handed either, but he was against them offering to be in jail at the same time as him. So that was the deal. He serves for three months, they serve a month each starting the day he gets out.
There’s recovery. Therapy. Threapy with and without his siblings. Coming to terms with how many people he’s killed, the feelings rushing back, trying to work through Lina and Chiu’s deaths, all of it. There’s crying. Rivers and steams flow from all three of them.
So much pain.
It takes a long time to get past it.
There are nights when Isabella wakes up screaming, hands trying to hit and hurt an opponent that isn’t there anymore. Alejandra broke her head more than a little bit.
There are days where Jesus is crying and begging for his little brother to just back away, put the knife down, please he’s scary like this, and on those days Jesus looks at the booze with more than a little longing.
He has nightmares, just like the other two. Sometimes in his dreams he’s the one who kills Chiu. Sometimes he wakes up knowing that moments ago he thought he was holding the heads of his siblings in one hand, slaughtering mercilessly.
It takes a long time for any of them to be alright.
But slowly it’s there.
Slowly Isabella sleeps deeper and longer, slowly Jesus drinks less and learns to cope more healthily, and slowly he learns to open up a little more, more than he would before all of it happened.
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When they first go back to the hill and see the destruction the pain and anger wash over him again. He wants to kill, he wants to break things, he wants to hurt, and it’s hard, and his brother and sister are here, and-
Breathe in.
Pause.
Breathe out.
He knows after the first second that he doesn’t actually want any of those, and it’s really just the impulse rather than his actual feelings telling him all of this.
He feels really tired all of a sudden, just wanting to go home and rest.
And this is home, so that’s not exactly a long journey.
“What are you thinking about?” Isabella’s question pulls him out of his thoughts. He can hear the worried tone in her voice, but he’s okay now.
“Nothing, really,” and that’s a comforting truth to tell someone.
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They build back their school in the same spot, with the same everything, right down to the four bedrooms. And yet for over half a year after they’re released they sleep in one room, huddling together every time one of them has a nightmare or hurts.
But they’re together.
They’re okay.
They’re getting better.
And that’s what matters most.
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They visit Lena’s grave. Jesus and Isabella place two candles on the grave and hug the headstone. When it’s his turn, he kneels down to place her favorite flowers next to the candles before grabbing the guitar. It wasn’t the original, but it looked damn like it, and Lena would have loved it. He plays Lena’s favorite song for her, still kneeling in front of the stone. When he’s done he kisses the ground to say goodbye fully, and then he hugs the headstone too before standing up.
Her death still hurts, but he’ll heal.
They visit her grave every other week on Sundays, after they stop by Domingo and Chiu’s graves. Chiu’s remains aren’t where the stone is, but it’s the thought that keeps them caring about the stone.
He thinks it might never stop hurting completely, but it hurts less after a year than it did the first time.
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A year after everything is behind them they visit Chiu’s stone with some of his favorite food and drink to leave on the grave. Isabella puts down the candles, Jesus places the journal against the stone, and then it’s his turn. He’s walking with the tray when he trips two steps away from the stone, landing face-down on the ground. The feeling of humiliation triples when a second later the bowl lands straight on his head, the drinking splashing over him in a peak ending to the idiocy.
And then Isabella snorts. And then Jesus cackles. And suddenly all three of them are laughing loudly at the absurdity of this. He’s laughing silently as he sits up, bowls still on his head, prompting yet another round of laughter. isabella falls to her knees and Jesus doesn’t stop giggling even as he takes the bowl off of his head and they start trying to get the gunk out of his hair.
When they finally stop laughing they realize quite how long it’s been since they could all laugh so openly, so freely.
It feels good.
He’s happy.
They go home, get a new bowl of food and a new glass, and this time he doesn’t trip as he places the offerings down.
When they fall asleep that night, it feels a little less empty, a little less alone, a little less broken and hurt than before.
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He’s still alive, still doing his best to stay strong.
It’s kinda hard to be all there sometimes, but he’s doing his best.
Chiu’s death still hurts, Lina’s death hurts, and the deaths of the all of the people he killed haunt him.
He'll never really be completely free of those nightmares.
But that’s alright.
He’ll get better.
He just needs to figure himself out a little more. Like who he really is.
His old name is the name of the boy that he used to be, not exactly him now, and Silencio is the name of the murderer, the name of the angry and hurt man he’d been up until a year or so ago.
He’ll need to figure out his name.
Maybe he’ll use the one he had had originally, but he’ll be a different person than he’d been back then.
He’ll have to choose at some point, probably soon, but for now he doesn’t need to.
He knows who he is.
And right now, that’s enough for him.
Finally posting my drawing of Jesus! I feel so bad for not getting this done closer to when I drew the others.
jesus FUCK i love seis manos
also SPEAKING OF JESUS
HES SO THICC I LOVE HIM PLEASE PICK ME UP UGH
