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Raymond and his mother 🥰
woah woah woah what the fuck, Anti? Guys downstairs, did you hear that? -🟢 Anon
"Loud and clear," Chase mumbles, tensed up as he glances over the message.
Henrik seems irritated, more at being broken from eis concentration than anything else, and BA is... focused?
Chase follows his gaze. They shift as they do so, obscuring the camera on accident, and let out a soft oh of realization.
Footsteps, heavy and hurried, the slamming of a door, and BA calling out for Áinle follow. The door opens again, slams again, and heavy breathing can be heard.
The phone falls, now showing Chase's panic as they begin hyperventilating. Henrik comes into view, trying to calm them. Slowly, they do, catching their breath, and Henrik heads off, noise coming from the kitchen as Chase crumbles once more into themself, distraught.
whumptober day three: my way or the highway
(manhandled and held at gunpoint! a fun, fun duo)
characters featured: swap!chase and jackieboy man
tw’s: guns, rough handling, abuse of character...and character death. gore.
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The cold night air steams against the various wounds seared against the lithe figure’s tan skin, strained breathing forming wispy clouds of snow white. Shredded scarlet and gray frames torn skin, trails of crimson painting a rather ugly canvas of purple and blue bruising.
Jackie’s lips are stained with blood as he coughs, choking on his own life force as the black Converse on his chest digs in further.
“Chase-”
A gun clicks as the man above him points it squarely between the hero’s eyes, teeth bared in a rather strange fashion- almost calmly, yet rage-filled.
“Don’t call me that, hero.”
He raises the sole of his shoe, crushing it down against Jackie’s chest- resulting in the man gasping brokenly as blood sprays. Jackie’s left coughing, choking on the very air he was breathing, as his eyes track across bloodied snow to the figure bleeding out inches away.
Mask snapped in two cleanly with a gunshot down the middle.
So I coloured @d-structive's colouring page, and finally finished today.
Yes, I procrastinated. Yes, I was busy. No, that didn't stop me from doing this. Canon Anti? Who's that, never heard of 'im. I only know...
Swap Chase.
Oh yeah, he gets better-
Həll•, BeąuŤifuŁ...
Swap!AU: UnTitle.Exe
Summary: Anti-Hero and his team (The Possepticeyes) have been battling an onslaught of Crimes throughout Septic City. Only to have one their own, Jackieboy Man to be kidnapped, and a new enemy has emerged. Now, Anti and his friends need to find a way to break through to Jackie and bring him back. Before it's too late.
Guest Starring: @weirdmixofweirdness as Nora Weird, @10th-no-name-person as Trinity Jade/10th.
@beerecordings, @juju-on-that-yeet, @reverseblackholeofwords, @m4delin, @10th-no-name-person Thank You, Fiends, so much for all of your ideas and for giving me the inspiration for this!
You can read this on AO3! Link
I just wanna see the swap boys hanging oooout! (They're all still friends in the au, right?)
They are!
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“Going to another party, Hen?” Chase is lounging against the chair, sipping on vitamin water. “Sure are popular, hmm?”
“Of course,” Henrik says with a cheery grin. He’s throwing on his jacket and heading toward the front door. “I have to keep up my reputation. As a great doctor, you know.”
Chase rolls his eyes. “I was hoping you’d actually stay home. I was going to the theater tonight, and someone needs to babysit Jackie before he sneaks off again.”
“Ah.” Henrik snickers. “Just have Marvin watch him. I cannot miss this dinner, it’s very important for my career.” He puffs out his chest. “You know how much I love to interact with my colleagues. I cannot let them down.
Chase leans forward, changing his Netflix to another musical. “Good luck getting him out of his room. I don’t think he’s come out for a couple days. And yeah, you’re annoying, we know.”
“Ahh.” Henrik lifts a finger. “At least I do not sing and dance constantly. Perhaps you would’ve been better off in another career. One far less annoying.” He winks before opening the front door.
“Yeah, right.” Chase laughs loudly. “I live for the arts. I live and breathe musical theater. What else is there?”
“I do not know,” Henrik says with a shrug. “Do not wait up for me, I’ll be back later tonight. Do not make a mess of the house, please.”
“Have fun with your fans,” Chase retorts with a wave. Henrik waves goodbye as he leaves the house, putting on his sunglasses as he heads for his car.
Swap AU #4
Chase pushed the door of Henrik’s office open, watching as the doctor lifted his head in surprise from where he was writing at his desk. Shock registered in his eyes and he wheeled back, his eyes darting to the door. For a moment, neither of them said anything.
“Hey, doc,” Chase said brightly, shoving his hands in his pockets as he kicked at a box near the door. “Have a second?”
“Chase, you should not--”
“Oh please. Please!” Chase’s head twitched to the side in irritation and his voice spiked. “Cut that shit, doc. Just cut it out, will you? I’m not here to kill you. Shit, I’m not even here to hurt you.”
Henrik nodded slowly, eyes still wide in fear. He obviously wanted to go for the gun in his drawer, but he didn’t dare move.
Chase sighed, walking up to the opposite side of Henrik’s desk and leaning on it. “I know what you all have been up to,” he purred, his eyes flashing. He looked horrible: his hair was greasy and unbrushed, he stank of alcohol, and his clothes were obviously dirty. His eyes were wild and devoid of sleep. His smile was so familiar, but so twisted now.
Henrik swallowed hard. “I have not been up to anysing.”
“What did I just fuckin’ say, huh?” Chase snapped, slamming his fist on the desk and making the doctor jump. “Cut the bullshit! Give it to me straight. Give me all the, all the juicy details about what my friends have been up to. I’d love to know, especially since all this shit is your fault.”
“I did not make you a murderer,” Henrik said, trying to conceal the tremor in his voice.
“Oh, you didn’t? You didn’t make me this way?” Chase spread his arms, his eyes widening. “It’s me, Henrik! It’s your little guinea pig. What, you think I don’t remember all your treatments and therapy and medicine and shit? I was broken to you. I was just a broken thing you could poke until you were done with me. Look at me now! Am I done yet? Are you done fixing me yet?!”
“I vhas trying to help you,” Henrik persisted, his expression turning cold. “Vhat do you vhant me to say? Zhat you are stable? Zhat you never needed anyone but yourself? Because you are not, and you didn’t. You have always been sick, since the beginning. Since I met you. You first came to my office, you vhere high on meds. I gave you your life back.”
“You threw it away!” Chase roared, his eyes flaming as he grabbed a stapler from Henrik’s desk and threw it against the wall. It dented the drywall, sending a nearby stack of paper fluttering down. “You fucked up everything in my life, you piece of shit. But maybe I should thank you, huh? I finally did it. I snapped. And to be honest, I feel fucking great.”
A sob stung Henrik’s throat as he looked at the shuddering man in front of him, eyes wild with insanity. His friend. “Chase...” he whispered.
“You made me, Henrik. You made this monster.”
When Henrik woke up, he was crying.
You hear the pounding of footsteps, the heavy breathing and mumbled curses, trapped in one device. Then you shift, and you can see. The brighly colored figure- Bro Average -is running over rooftops, searching desperately for someone. For Áinle.
You shift somewhere closer, following, camera to camera, as he runs. There's too much noise, but none of it matters, only the chase. You have to know what happens. You always have to know.
BA skids to a stop, sirens blaring, and changes his course. Still, you follow, watching through whatever cameras could be found. Where was he going?
You stop at a building, surrounded by police cars, and then you're inside. Shouting crackles through the shitty security cameras, hostages huddled crying in a corner, several people watching while the others loot the building.
BA sneaks in, going around the building, to reach the innocents. One, two, three guards down- he shushes the hostages and moves on. His gun rings out, maiming one, and the other two tackle him.
A bystanders drags one off, and BA takes care of the second, then everthing is quiet.
Faintly, you hear them talking.
"Who are you?"
"Bro Average! Visting for a bit, thought you needed help."
"Do you know where Jackieboy-man is?"
"Uhm, BA tenses, "not exactly. Anyways, I need to leave- I've got a dumbass to track down."
He flees, running past the entering cops, and as always, you follow.
